#kazuya fanfic

[amsukebe]

Kazuya, fast sketch

[tomatoscribbles]

read my fic, boy

bonus that i was not going to attempt actualizing but the idea is nice shshdfjf (das devil)

[heroesfan101]

Love & Lore's: Autumn Sweater Event

5 + 1 (The 5 times you borrow Miyuki Kazuya’s hoodie and the 1 time he borrows yours)

A/N: Hi y'all! Super excited to post this fic for @love-and-lore and their Autumn collab event. When the theme was announced as sweaters, this idea immediately came to mind. Hoodies count as sweaters right 😅 Please note this does include a female reader and pet names (babe, sweetheart).

Word Count: 2.4k

1. Running late to work

Monday. Most people’s least favorite day of the week. Weekends came and went faster than expected. And while Kazuya tried to get you to prep for the upcoming week during the weekend, you preferred spending your time with him and indulging in your hobbies.

It is also noted that he tried to get you to break the habit of leaving your jackets on the back of your dining room chairs. Both, however, were a moot point but soon would cause your downfall.

“Shoot I’m going to be late!” You curse under your breath as you scurry around the apartment in an effort to get your belongings together. Lunch, check. Purse, check. What am I missing? My business jacket! I have a presentation today, can’t forget that.

Checking your watch, your eyes widen in shock. Crap I have to hurry or I’ll miss my train!

Without a second thought, you grab the jacket from the back of a chair before rushing out the door, not even having enough time to wake your boyfriend up with a kiss like usual. Folding it over your purse, you rush out of the house, determined to make your train on time.

Luckily, you board the train and get to work right in the knick of time, much to your delight. However, once you settle yourself, your phone buzzes twice and you look to see a message from Kazuya including a picture.

“Good morning. If you wanted to give me something to wear, we could have talked about it. Maybe I’m not the only one who needs glasses, think you got a little mixed up.” You bypass his sleepy morning smile and your heart drops as you see him holding up your blazer. Your eyes flash down to your purse and sure enough you took his navy blue hoodie. A deep sigh escapes your body as you text back.

“I’m sorry Kazuya. Seems you’ve proven your point on being prepared for the week ahead -_-" ” With a bit of embarrassment, you ask one of your peers to borrow their blazer for your presentation.

2. Grocery shopping

Milk. Eggs. Bread. Tofu. Salmon. One by one, Kazuya and you start loading up the car with your groceries. You were more focused on how to pack up the trunk of your car until Kazuya stopped to look up at the sky, light and dark gray swirls reflecting on his glasses.

“Hmmm. We better move quickly. Looks like the rain is coming sooner than expected.”

“Say less!” The couple moves double time to pack up their items and start getting on their way home. While they’re able to get home in good time, the stormy weather was faster as the sky opened up as they parked.

“Scared of a little rain are you?” He teases as he shifts the gear into park.

“You know I’m not, I just don’t like getting wet.”

“Didn’t know my girlfriend was a cat.” Kazuya continues, causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

“Just for that I should make you bring in the groceries yourself.” You sass.

“Ah ah no need to be like that, sweetheart. I thought you loved me? What happened to doing things together?” He chuckles with a snarky grin.

“We could but not if you’ll be a jerk about it.” You pout playfully, causing him to laugh.

“You know I could bring it in myself, right?”

“I know but you know I love proving you wrong. Luckily, I’m already prepared.” Reaching past him in the back seat, you pull out one of his black hoodies. Grabbing the bottom of the hoodie, you work your body through it until it swallows you whole.

He laughs yet again, “Well alright then, partner. We’ll get a nice warm shower after this.” Both of you brace yourselves before rushing out into the rain.

3. Feeling sick

“Achoo! Achoo!” Your body seizes before relaxing again. The door to the guest room opens up and in walks Kazuya with a steaming bowl of soup. You sit up, reaching for a tissue to soothe your sniffling nose.

“Babe! You could have left it outside; I would have gotten it. I don’t want you to get sick too.” Kazuya shakes his head but it’s easy to tell he’s frowning behind his mask.

“It’ll be fine. This is just to make sure you eat some of the soup while it’s hot. I’ll be fine like this.” He assures you before setting up a tray so you can eat. Throwing your tissue away, you shift to the edge of the bed to see the biggest bowl of soup.

“Kazuya, this is a lot of soup. You don’t expect me to eat this in one go right?”

His eyes narrow before softening, “It would be ideal but eat as much as you can. It’s a family recipe.”

Your ears perk up at that, “Oh? From who?”

He grins, “From me. I got sick one time and created my miraculous soup. I was five times better the next day after eating it. All in one go might I add.”

You shake your head, “It would be from you,” but then a weak grin appears on your lips, “but if you’re sharing it with me, guess that makes me family.”

For once, you catch Miyuki off guard with that as his cheeks are a touch pink. You both had talked about marriage as a real possibility but were talking things slowly as to not rush things along. Normally, he’s the tease between the two of you but he doesn’t mind your teasing every once in a while. He chalks up this boldness to your weakened immune system.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Enough talk, time to eat. I’ll leave you to it.” He starts to go when you grab at his sleeve. He turns back around to see the prettiest pout on your lips.

“I know you have to go but for the record, I hate this. Only seeing you for a few moments here and there, it's not fair. Can’t I at least have something of yours to help me out?” Kazuya starts to tease you but just sighs instead. He’d have plenty of time to tease once you’re healed.

“Since you like hoodies so much you can have this one.” He grins before taking off his gray hoodie and handing it over. You take it happily and bring it to your face, eager to convince your nose to start working so you can at least catch a whiff of his cologne.

“Thanks Kazuya.” You smile, placing it on your lap before diving into your soup. His eyes crinkle softly before he leaves you with his soup and his hoodie.

4. Borrowing Stealing his gift

The door to the apartment opens, causing you to look around the corner from your spot on the sofa. “Hey, welcome back! How was it meeting up with Sawamura and Okumura?”

He chuckles, “It was fun. I swear Sawamura hasn’t changed at all since our time in high school. Okumura seems a lot more confident than before, surely because he had the best teacher.” Kazuya laughs, causing you to shake your head before noticing something in his hands.

“Oooh, what’s that? Is that a new hoodie I see? Red too?”

He holds it to his chest protectively, “Yes, as the amazing senpai I am, they got me a hoodie as a thank you. Also probably because I told them I’m living with a hoodie thief so you’re not allowed to touch this one.” Your face blanches, no he didn’t!

“I am not a thief! A borrower maybe but no thief!” You declare passionately, refusing to accept his slander no matter how true it was.

His eyes narrow at you skeptically, “Oh yeah? Where’s my black hoodie? What about the navy blue one?” He asks rapidly, letting you know that he’s apparently been keeping track but you’re quick to defend yourself.

“They’re all in the closet!”

And then he goes in for the kill, “On who’s side of the closet?”

You blush and look away, “That’s irrelevant.”

Kazuya laughs loudly, “Yeah that’s what I thought. Gotcha this time, sweetheart.” He walks by you with a grin as you decide to turn back to your tv show, knowing you’ve lost this time.

It isn’t until later when you’re sure that Kazuya is fast asleep, that you find the hoodie folded neatly on his side of the closet. Your hands gently pick up the hoodie and bring it to your face, admiring how soft it was. Yeah, I’ll have to take this.

In your admiration, you notice a piece of paper fall out of the front pockets. Picking it up curiously, you read the note in Kazuya’s handwriting, “Hands off my hoodie.”

Your eyes widen before scoffing at his note. Feeling crafty, you decide to switch out one of your red jackets with his new hoodie, even going so far as to put his note in one of the pockets.

Laughing evilly to yourself, you stash the hoodie in one of your drawers and slide back into bed beside Kazuya, satisfied with yourself. So much so, you don’t notice the grin he has on his face even in his “sleep”.

5. Ice cream spills

“This was a great idea! It’s always nice to get a workout in the park with you. Appreciate you taking it easy on me, babe.” You smile, deciding to catch your breath on the park bench. He smiles at you gently. Of course he wasn’t breaking a sweat but doing light workouts with you on the weekend was a nice way to spend time together.

“Of course. You did well and we passed an ice cream stand. How about I reward you for your hard work hmm?” Kazuya asks, knowing ice cream was certainly a weakness of yours. Immediately, your face lights up and before you can say the words, he smiles and heads off to the stand.

A few minutes later, he returns with two ice cream cones and hands you yours with a gentle smile. You thank him sweetly before diving in. And in the enjoyment of your ice cream, you spill some on your shirt.

“Seems you enjoyed yourself a little too much huh?” He chuckles, causing you to groan.

“Shut up.” You say playfully, before handing him your ice cream so you can remove your shirt. Luck favors the prepared it would seem and you already had a tank top underneath.

Folding up your shirt, you turn to get your ice cream from him, delighted to have your cold, sweet treat back. Unbeknownst to you, there was more than just your boyfriend's eyes on you.

Now normally, Kazuya isn’t a jealous person. He loves being able to show you off but only when he wants to.

Unfortunately, he’s too perceptive for his own good. Once, twice he noticed a few of the park joggers were enjoying the view and it wasn't nature. Tch, you heard the annoyed sound escape his lips.

“Something wrong?” You ask innocently. He hands you his ice cream and takes off his dark green hoodie.

“We were just working out. It’s not good for you to expose your body to so much air. Don’t want you getting sick again.” He says gently as he places the hoodie on your lap and takes the ice cream cones. A small smile graces your lips as you put on the hoodie.

“Thanks babe.” Cold lips press quickly against his warm cheek before going back to the ice cream. The next time the joggers pass by, he grins cockily.

“Show’s over.” Kazuya mouths to them.

1. The thief becomes the victim

Oftentimes, Kazuya has training camps all over the country to train as one does when they’re a professional athlete. While usually, you could rearrange your schedule to be close by, this was one of those times where he was going too far (aka outside of the country). This time, he would be away in America for an international training camp. So while you couldn’t be with him this time around, you both made sure to at least message or call.

It was halfway through his trip when you were able to hop on a video call with him.

“How’s the camp going?” You asked curiously, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“It’s going well. It’s been interesting to meet global stars and see them play. How are you doing?” He smiled, a little weary after a long day’s camp.

“I’m doing good. Work has been keeping me busy but I wish I could be with you instead. Don’t get a big head but I do miss you.” Kazuya smiles softly at that, the one true smile only reserved for you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back home before you know it.”

“That’s good. Still not soon enough though. That said, something weird must be going on.” You say as you shake the phone as you go to prop it up on your dresser, giving him a view of you from the waist up.

Kazuya raises an eyebrow as he sees you searching the bedroom, “What’s going on?”

“I can’t find my sky blue hoodie! I just got some workout pants that match the color perfectly and now I can’t find it. Did you see it when you were doing laundry?”

The corners of his lips attempt to straighten even though they curve up a bit, “Nope I haven’t seen it.” There’s a light tone in his voice that makes you slightly suspicious. Looking back at the camera, you see something behind him sticking out.

“Kazuya, could you move to the left for a second?” You request curiously, causing the mirth to show his eyes.

“Why? What are you after?” He asks playfully, but the second he moves an inch your eyes widen in disbelief.

“Is that my hoodie? The exact one I’m looking for?”

“Can’t be.” He easily denies. You roll your eyes and exclaim, “I know what my hoodie looks like!”

But then the reality of the situation sinks in, “Awww you miss me! It’s okay to admit it, Kazuya. I just didn’t expect you to steal my hoodie.” You sweetly tease him, making him blush a little as he tries to cover it up with a scoff.

“Of course I miss you, we do spend every day together.” You giggle, “Look at you being cute. I guess I’m happily in love with a hoodie thief of my own.”

He laughs, “Consider this payment for all the times you took my hoodies.”

“Sure sure, but I will always prefer you over your hoodies.” You claim causing him to smile.

“I sure hope so. You’ll have the real thing once I’m back home.” Kazuya promises, filling both of your hearts with warmth.

[koushuwu]

pancakes | miyuki kazuya x reader

1k words | cw/tags: food, cooking, banter, swearing, smooches, kazuya is a good cook, kinda cute?, fluff, might be ooc, no editing we die like neji.

“do you know how to make pancakes?” kazuya seized you up behind his the glasses.

you’d stayed at his overnight; planning on setting off home the following day. but daybreak brought with it a heavy downpour kept you from venturing out, at kazuya’s demand. as if he actually needed to demand it, for you to stay and cuddle up with him on the couch. as the rain hammered on the windows, obscuring the view of the outside world, the desire for something sweet had risen in you. and that; that was where the pancakes came in. that’s how the two of you ended up in the kitchen together. kazuya had been peering into the cabinet, debating his choice of pan when he spoke. now his deep eyes searched your face with what looked to be challenging shining back at you.

“of course i know how to make pancakes!” your voice came steadfast. confident, as you crossed your arms and looked back at him, hip leaning against the counter. how dared he. of course you could make pancakes.

“okay, okay,” he said, voice thickened by retained laughter. then he did huff a little chuckle, shaking his head and turning back towards his, in your opinion, ridiculously large selection of pans. “would you find the ingredients, then?” you nodded, realizing he wouldn’t actually be able to see it.

“sure.”

shoving off the counter, you spun for the fridge. placing a jug of milk on the counter, you closed the fridge and started rummaging around his drawers in search. you looked. and looked. and looked.

“miyuki?” you looked up from the third drawer, watching your boyfriend pick out a bowl from another cabinet.

“yea?” he didn’t look back at you as he got up from a crouch in front of the cabinet.

“where do you even keep the pancake mix?” you sighed in exasperation. and that was what got his attention. like really caught his attention. his head whipped towards you, eyes narrowed slightly in what looked like utter confusion.

“the—“ he stopped, eyes closing entirely and he pinched the bridge of his nose. then he took a breath and looked at you again, and with the most overbearing voice you’d ever heard in your entire life, “we’re not using pancake mix.”

“what?”

“no,” kazuya said, cutting you off before you could say anything else. face stiff, he set the bowl on the counter, sighed and moved up to you. then he stepped around you. “move over. i’m make the batter.” pouting, you step out of his way. for a moment you wondered how you fell for someone so insufferable. because he was insufferable. but unfortunately, that may very well also be one of

the reasons why you actually did love him so much. outrageous. yeah, yeah. you liked him alright. you shook your head at his back, instead, stepping over to fish out the utensils from the utensils.

“okay, fine,” you said, spatula in hand. “i’ll flip th—“

“oh no you’re not!” he cut you off, before you could even finish talking. he didn’t even look at you either as he grabbed the eggs from the fridge.

“why not?” you asked, feigning utter offense at his words. your pout grew as you let the spatula hang from your hand, down your side. he couldn’t actually be serious, right? he lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow at you, as he placed the eggs on the counter as well.

“because,” he said, snatching the spatula from your grasp. of course he was serious. “i don’t trust you in the kitchen.”

“rude!” he laughed. of course he laughed. shitface. you shitface. (un)fortunately. you crossed your arms once again, looking him dead in the face in defiance. he didn’t budge. of course he didn’t budge. shitface.

“if you can’t even make pancake batter, you haven’t earned the right to flip them either,” he simply said.

“then what am i supposed to do?” thinking back, you wondered how you’d ever thought cooking anything with kazuya would be a cute couples thing. of course he just had to be him about it. he was so annoying.

“you just stand there, and look pretty,”

he said, quickly moving in to place a peck on the tip of your nose. okay, so maybe he wasn’t just annoying. he was straight up insufferable.

“rude,” you repeated, turning your head away from him, back bumping against the wall. you hadn’t even noticed yourself taking the little step back it took to reach it.

“but you are pretty.” kazuya said, stepping just a little closer, yet you still refused to look at him, fighting the twitch and pull at the corner of your mouth. you wanted to smile. but you didn’t want to. because he may be insufferable but he was also annoyingly cute. “i love you?” he offered. it was soft and simple and you knew he meant it, however casual the words may seem.

“bite me,” you huffed. and maybe that was the wrong thing to say. maybe it was just the right thing to say. because in the next now, kazuya’s hands cupped your face, turning you towards him. there was a tenderness in his eyes, rivaled by the challenge and the thrill of this playful back and forth the two of you had. the thrill of simply what the two of you had together. at the two of you. then he leaned in and sealed your lips with his. it was soft. it was quick. it was sweet and it was chaste. it was all of these things, but it was also something uniquely kazuya. pulling away, he nipped at your lower lip. there was a smirk on his face when your eyes fluttered open and you looked at him again. you knew what he was doing. and it wasn’t going to work! you puffed your cheeks.

“i can make pancakes,” you said, sounding like nothing more than an upset child. maybe it was working, because he laughed, and this time, you couldn’t keep the smile for forming. damn it.

“sure you can.”

[musical-attorney]

Text: I tried to make the guys look as cool as possible in this illustration. Even Apollo seems to manage to pull things together, as if feeling the pressure to look good when standing beside the Gavin brothers. Klavier was originally supposed to wear glasses in the courtroom and sunglasses everywhere else, making the Gavin brothers the "glasses brothers" as well, so I took this opportunity to show them the way they were meant to be. I'm usually fighting an uphill battle when it comes to art for the "Ace Attorney" series, but the simplicity of this layout allowed me to take my time with details, so I am very happy with how it turned out. I especially like Klavier here, as I was able to draw him in greater detail than I did for the screen art. (Kazuya Nuri)

[kiriyama-san]

I refuse to believe Kazuya went with other girls before he met Jun, nah uh! Jun was his first time and his first love as well!

[ksketch731]

I read a fic that said Miyuki Kazuya rarely posts on socmed, but when he does he wants to look nice in case Eijun looks at it

so here he is looking.... ✨nice✨

[maybellineissatisfied]

Cemetery Sweethearts - Kazuya Hikizuri/GN!Reader

A/N: This is my first time posting on tumblr, so sorry if the format is off a bit

Contains: Macabre Fluff, Mentions of Dying (cemetery duh), Implied Sexual Content (but no smut srry)

Also on AO3 if you prefer that for reading fanfics :)

The heavy clouds shrouded the darkening sky, casting a dark blanket over the mansion as the lanterns illuminated sections of the graveyard. The mansion's windows glowed yellow and the muted sounds of shouting and crying rang across the graveyard towards an isolated figure walking towards the furthest corner of the unkept 'garden'. They passed copious graves as they followed a gravel path that had lonely blades of grass growing between the small stones as it weaved throughout the labyrinth of the dead. The path faded into the dense grass the further away from the house it stretched until eventually it was swallowed into the tangle of green. 

You crouched by a few of the graves that claustrophobically decorated the backyard, muttering lowly to them about what was on the news that day, and about what you did. The spirits wailed and whined in response as they soared overhead and dipped under the ground. You giggled wryly as they tickled you with a cool breeze when they flew too close. Sometimes the spirits asked you in echoing voices about something specific, whether it be their family, politics or if the convenience store on near their childhood home still had their favourite snack. You would answer to the best of your ability, however, some of them were stubborn and refused to accept that times were changing although they were dead. 

"Always the stalker, never the stalked." You tittered as some gravel crunched behind you, not bothering to turn around. "Right, Kazuya?"

"Nothing gets past you, my observant little raven." Said man chuckled, emerging from behind a tall headstone, running a hand through his hair to brush off stray leaves as he sauntered towards you.

"You've stalked me since we first met, I know how you work." You rolled your eyes and turned to face him. His eyes softened when you stood up to brush some imaginary dust off his shoulders and straighten the collar of his shirt. "Why'd you follow me? You said you were going to take a bath."

"I heard the coo of a lovely mourning dove and wanted to catch a glimpse of them." He brought your left hand up to his face and pressed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. "It's a sign of good fortune after all."

"You flatter me." You smiled as he continued to kiss your hand.

"You bewitch me, my darling." Kazuya purred, turning your hand to press kisses into your palm. "It was this very hand that picked up my pen and gave it back to me. I almost proposed right then."

"I would have said yes even back then." You giggled as Kazuya trailed kisses up your arm.

"I know."

"I remember at graduation; you gave me the second button of your uniform because you didn't know if you'd see me again." You reminisced as he softly kissed your neck, tilting your head to accommodate him but still feeling the frame of his glasses prod your skin. "I wore it as a necklace ever since that day, it was like a wedding ring."

"And you still wear it, alongside your wedding ring." Kazuya mused, holding your necklace and inspected the button that used to be on his uniform. "Do you love me that much, darling?"

"Of course I do," You retorted. "I doubt anyone else could put up with you and your family."

"That's true." He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the button. "I love you." He sighed and kissed his way up your face to your lips.

His lips brushed against yours shyly at first until you grabbed his face and pulled him closer. He smiled against your lips slightly and held your shoulders. When you pulled away, you both were breathing heavily and Kazuya whined quietly, pressing his forehead against yours desperately. You smiled and stroked his face which he leaned into. 

"You're so cute." You smiled. "I'm going to stay out here for a bit, do you want to stay with me, sweetheart?"

"Sure, let's go on a walk though. Afterwards, could I persuade you to join me in the bath?" Kazuya inquired, linking his arm through yours. You nodded at him and squeezed your arm around his.

The two of you strolled around the cemetery, reminiscing about the individuals whose names were inscribed on the headstones. Kazuya eventually halted at a grave that was fore fronted by a barren patch of uneven dirt and the faded edges of a pentagram, there was also some candle wicks laying in the surrounding grass, swallowed by the erratic blades.

"I wish Uncle Diginosuke could have met you, darling, he would've loved you." Kazuya murmured, gazing sadly at the headstone. "Shame his grave is empty now." You remained silent but nodded. Years ago, the grave used to emit woeful groans and cries alongside the occasional mutter of "karma", but you never saw a spirit. Now it was cold and empty, only a distant memory kept alive by a still-mourning nephew.

Diginosuke had always been a sensitive topic for Kazuya, especially after the siblings resurrected him and his zombie was consumed by their father's ghost. Kazuya would talk about his uncle with fondness as he showed you photographs of his infant self playing with Diginosuke. Your favourite was one of Diginosuke sitting on a swing set with a four-year-old Kazuya laughing in his lap, however, that was the last photo of the two before Diginosuke was forced to leave the mansion after an affair and killed himself. Kazuya admitted he cried for a long time after his uncle left and didn't understand what had truly happened as his father told him that Diginosuke insulted the family and to get over him because 'a man shouldn't cry'. Kazuya found out that Diginosuke was dead a few days before he turned five years old.

"I also know mom would have adored you, maybe even more than she adored me." Kazuya's woeful gaze turned to you. "She knew about you, despite me trying to hide my feelings. She wanted me to marry you, and she was the one who encouraged me to give you my button when I graduated; 'It's a subtle yet meaningful way of telling them how you feel.' is what she said." He smiled briefly at the memory.

Masue Hikizuri was a beautiful and kind woman who loved all her children very much and tried to make time for all of them. You had only met her in passing and she always smiled at you which made Kazuya get embarrassed and usher her and his siblings away. Kazuya constantly mentioned how his mom wanted to formally meet you, and have you around for a meal but you never got the chance before her and his dad died. After that, Kazuya would constantly tell you stories about his mom, and what she would have thought about you two being together and being married. 

Even though Kazuya had told you these stories hundreds of times, you never got tired of hearing them, because you knew it made him happy to tell you them. He only talked about his mom and uncle though, he rarely mentioned his father because his father didn't support the relationship and would criticize Kazuya for thinking of courting you. His mom, on the other hand, was fully supportive and was elated her son had found someone he loved to spend time with since he was always gloomy and isolated himself from other people. While you never met his uncle, Kazuya told you about some advice his uncle gave his younger self offhandedly about striving for happiness throughout life, and you made him happy, so he had adhered to his uncle's words.

Eventually, Kazuya rolled his shoulders and smiled at you, gently guiding you away from his uncle's abandoned grave and along another dirt path. You continued to talk about the names on the graves and Kazuya would indulge you in stories about them, since they were his deceased ancestors. However, as you walked further into the cemetery, the headstones became blank; they didn't need names though, you both remembered who each one was and how they died.

"Darling, it's your good friend, Tabata. Remember him?" Kazuya mused, gesturing to a patch of dirt that was nestled between two broken headstones. You could see Tabata's ghost floating above his grave with a woeful expression painted on his disfigured face as his vacant eyes bore into your soul. You stared back, apathetic, and leaned into Kazuya's side more. "I sure remember what you did to him."

"I always knew you were a bit of a freak, but I would never have thought murder turned you on so much. You couldn't keep your hands off me, not that I'm complaining." You teased, making him smirk.

"Like you were any better than I was."

"Yeah, I had you arching your back and biting the pillows then, and I always do it again easily." You smirked triumphantly as he flushed and pulled your linked arm to continue walking.

"Ah, it's poor Kotani and his mannequin." Kazuya giggled at some grass under a tree. "I remember the fun we had with him."

"How many of Narumi's boyfriends have you guys killed overall again? I've been present for seven, and Kotani makes eight of them dead."

"Twenty." Kazuya stated apathetically. "Well we've only physically killed them a few times, most of them got scared to death like poor Kotani. My favourite was one extremely rude boy who thought he could attack Misako," Kazuya laughed. "The look on his face when she scratched his arms to shreds was a pretty picture. It was even better when we got a hold of him, but the clean-up was a pain." He sighed dramatically.

Eventually, the two of you stopped walking around and sat on the lone bench in the graveyard with Kazuya's head resting in your lap as you caressed his face and played with his hair. The dark grey clouds framed the moon, allowing the natural light to illuminate the world for the first time that night. The moonlight shone down on you and Kazuya, creating a soft silver glow on the grass and the granite and marble headstones.

It was a typical weekend evening, with you and Kazuya enjoying each other's company away from his overbearing siblings, even if it was in the graveyard at the back of the mansion. It reminded you of when the two of you would sneak away from your friends and family as teenagers to see each other, however, his siblings would usually stalk you two to check that their big brother wasn't abandoning them. Fortunately, they grew out of the habit after knowing you were not threat, but also because Kazuya and Kinako would scold the younger ones. 

"I want to share a grave with you, darling." Kazuya whispered, breaking the silence. "'Deep in the earth, my love is lying, and I must weep alone.' Doesn't that sound awful? Being apart from you is a nightmare I refuse to experience, there's no point to life if my mourning dove isn't singing."

"Poetic." You smiled sadly, twirling a strand of his fringe around your finger. "You could be the next Poe with the depressingly macabre stuff you spout. Or maybe even Keats? Do you want me to cut off your head and keep it in a plant pot?" You laughed glumly.

"I mean it, (Y/N), if you died before me, I would end my life to be laid next to your body." Kazuya's insistence on dying together was unnerving to say the least, and his sincere expression made you shiver. He sat up abruptly and moved to sit in your lap, bringing your hands to his chest. "Our bodies would grow cold and rot together until we become one with the earth." He smiled dreamily and nuzzled his head against yours.

"Or until Hitoshi performs some necromancy." You muttered, causing him to pull his head away and scowl. "Bright side is, we would be undead together, and I know you would be a handsome zombie."

"So would you, my dear." He smiled and kissed you softly. "Maybe I'll ask Hitoshi to do that in the future; just to wake up with you in my arms and see your face again."

You both lapsed into a comfortable silence, with Kazuya sitting in your lap, leaning against you, a serene expression on his face. You wrapped your arms around him and brought him closer to you and rested your head against the crook of his neck to which he sighed contentedly.

"'Neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my soul from the soul, of the beautiful (Y/N) Hikizuri.'" Kazuya said, holding you closer. "We're fated to be together for all of eternity, and in every life. I'll never let you go again." His voice lowered to a more possessive tone and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

"You said that when you proposed to me, and on our wedding day." You sighed, nuzzling into his neck. "If you weren't worshiping the ground I walk on, I would think you were in love with Poe, the amount of times you quote his poems and change the words."

"His poems are macabre, emotional, passionate." Kazuya's voice shifted to a sultry tone with every word. "Just like us." He purred into your ear.

"You're so sappy!" You laughed and pushed him off your lap.

"You love it, (Y/N), don't deny it!" He insisted, wrestling you down on the bench. He tickled your sides and pressed a wet kiss on your face as you yelped and tried to squirm out from under him. He laughed loudly and pressed his weight down on you, trapping you underneath him as he continued to tickle you.

"Okay! Okay! Let me go!" You cried, cheeks hurting from laughter. Kazuya stopped his attack and smirked down at you. He sat back and pulled you up so you were sitting side by side on the bench. "You're right, I do love it." A bashful smile spread across your face as you leaned against him and he did the same while pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Have I told you that you look so melancholy tonight?" Kazuya asked, cupping your chin in his hand, running his thumb across your bottom lip. "The moon highlights the pessimism in your eyes."

"The shadows around your eyes and cheekbones make you look dead, my dear." You whispered, leaning closer to him, gazing at him as his eyes lit up. "But your eyes are alive and conniving. I almost feel like I'm in danger."

"Does that excite you?" He purred as he kissed your neck, smirking into your skin as you moaned and shuddered.

"We will disturb the dead, beloved." You gasped as he nipped your neck and heatedly ran his tongue over the marks. Low groans and wails echoed in the distance but you tuned them out as Kazuya's hot tongue trailed up your throat and jaw.

"Let them be disturbed." Kazuya moaned breathlessly, cupping your face. He crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you feverishly and pulled you down on top of him. 

[kristailine]

(S)CREAMING

That Makes The Two Of Us

Kazujun Week 2024

Day 2 - Angel x Devil

Rating: 18+ 🔞

[unbiasedfairysworld]

Imagine a MiSawa fanfic in which Miyuki has to make Sawamura fall in love with baseball again...

[bijectiveandinvertible]

Goujun/Elf

The Dragon King of the West glowered at the General and the Marshall of the Western Army. 

“Explain—” he demanded, “How exactly did you both manage to destroy an entire hectare of the Jade Empresses’s Garden when you were supposed to be escorting the Goddess Freyja around the palace.”

“Well—“ Marshall Tenpou started explain. But he was interrupted by General Kenren, “See we may have angered the God Óðr by comparing the Goddess with Konzen.”

“Konzen? Konzen Douji?” Goujun’s eyes bugged out.

“We were just making conversation.” Kenren defended himself.

“We merely told the Goddess that she and Konzen had the same hair colour,” Tenpou explained.

“And when the Goddess asked about Konzen—“

“One of the guards may have made regrettable comments about Konzen—“

“— and Óðr may have overheard.”

“And when the God of Frenzy hears something that might sound like an insult towards his wife—“

Goujun glared harder, his spiked ears flicking in anger.

Kenren brightened before commenting, “You know… Goujun, you have the same ears as the Goddess Freyja. Are you also a Vanir?”

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A few hours later

“Explain—” Konzen demanded, aghast at the amount of paperwork in front of him, “How exactly did you both manage to destroy an entire building by angering the Dragon King of the West into reverting to his true form!”

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Written for @monthlyminekura Christmas Edition. Day 11: Elf

A/N: The Vanir's are basically elves in Norse Mythology from what I understand. Or rather Tolkein took the concept from here.... Look not a lot is known about norse Mythos in general as little records exist. But google tells me that Óðr is the God of Madness/Violent Anger (?) maybe.

[lazuliquetzal]

i want to hear the sports anime manifesto

Okay short version:

My life was a sports anime for a bit, and watching sports anime makes me nostalgic for those days.

Medium version:

The typical shonen sports anime deals with themes of camaraderie, ambition, and the intersections of camaraderie and ambition, which ALWAYS hits me right in the chest.

I'm not an ambitious person by nature, but--you know that one poem floating around on here, the one about the moth that wants nothing more than to fly into the flame, and how it would be nice to feel that kind of all consuming passion? Yeah, that's the feeling I get from sports anime.

And often, for the Team Sports anime, you'll get characters who have nothing in common except that they Love the Same Thing--a friendship/rivalry/(romance) formed on the basis of a shared interest. That's sweet as hell!

And they're super predictable and low stress for me. Very easy to watch! Total popcorn shows. Also I like listening to people infodump about their passions. Someone loved their Sport so much they wrote a whole-ass story about it, so yeah, eat that shit up.

Long version:

The Socioeconomic Inequalities of High School Sports

In high school, I was on a crappy underfunded soccer team (with a healthy dose of sexism) and due to [sports league division reasons] the schools we played against were almost exclusively private schools.

I cannot describe how existential it is to be wearing a hand-me-down formerly white-turned-disgusting-gray uniform that's at least five years old when playing against a team that gets brand new windbreakers every season.

(If you've read AAB, YES this is where my obsession with the windbreakers comes from.)

(Hilariously, the guys team got windbreakers but we didn't.)

(I am not over the fucking windbreakers.)

But anyway, when you're constantly losing to private schools you get this fucking complex about it.

This should come as no surprise but like. People with the time and resources to practice their Thing get good at their Thing.

Playing pick up soccer at the park is practice. Playing rec league soccer is organized, repeated practice.

Playing competitive club soccer is all of that, plus a coach who knows How To Coach and What The Sport Is, plus you get morale-boosting uniforms and the chance to play with and against other skilled players. So you're exposed to a lot more, and thus, you learn a lot more.

Competitive club soccer is also Expensive. Rich kids get good.

There's a reason why the "Powerhouse School" is a thing in sports anime, because it's a thing in real life. People with leisure time and money get to invest in their sports development, and everyone else gets left behind in the dust. It's basically a microcosm of capitalism.

The underdog sports story is (quite tragically) bootstraps propaganda. All you have to do is be really good and work really hard and have A LOT OF PASSION to get good at your sport! The cream rises to the top! This is a meritocracy! Let's ignore all the other factors that go into an individual's development as an athlete!

(My brother got scouted for club soccer as a kid. He actually went to tryouts and got offered a spot and a scholarship and everything, but there's SO many hidden fees after the initial registration. Uniforms, equipment, travel and accommodation, tournaments, plus like, the time sink, so we never signed him up. And equipment-wise, soccer is one of the cheapest sports you can play--just imagine the price for something like baseball or hockey.)

In sports anime, there is no reform. There is no revolution.

But sports anime isn't really about that. It's about the narratives we create when we convince ourselves that we deserve to win.

(You know what I mean. Every billionaire is convinced they're some sort of heroic underdog. The same exact kind of 'working your way up' narrative.)

Sports anime is like, the uncomplicated power fantasy of playing the game. It's a world where you are rewarded for your hard work, because it's narratively satisfying. It's a world where it's safe to want things, because you have the exact same chances as the private school kids.

I used to be an obnoxiously competitive child. Then I got all my competition beaten out of me by 3 straight years of constant losing in my clownagerie of a high school soccer team (affectionate). I am going to admit that experience made me a better person and I would not trade it for anything, but I also had to like, relearn how to want things. And maybe real life is not as equal opportunity as the world of sports anime, but I think it's good to want things.

Of course, the winner-loser dichotomy makes sense in sports because of the inherent nature of competition, but it doesn't make sense in stuff like society and economics because that's like, competing over the right to live. That's where the capitalism metaphor ends,

Does sports anime actually go into the socioeconomic inequalities of sports? No. Of course not. Giant Killing never got a season 2.

But it is something I think about when I write sports anime fic. Even if it's not the point, it influences my characterization. The ego of a prodigy character in a shitty sports program is different from the ego of a prodigy character in a rich kid sports program. I am obligated to my amateur attempts to capture the complexities of the high school sports environment in my fanfiction because I am fucking insane I had a specific high school sports experience and they do say to write what you know.

[tomatoscribbles]

ACTUALLY WE’RE DOING THAT AGAIN I WANT THIS MORE OBVIOUS

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Tekken (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Kazama Jin & Mishima Kazuya, Lee Chaolan | Violet & Mishima Kazuya, Kazama Jin & Lee Chaolan | Violet, Lars Alexandersson & Kazama Jin, Lars Alexandersson & Mishima Kazuya, Lars Alexandersson & Lee Chaolan | Violet, Hwoarang & Kazama Jin (Tekken), Kazama Jun/Mishima Kazuya, Kazama Jin/Ling Xiaoyu Characters: Mishima Kazuya, Kazama Jin (Tekken), Lee Chaolan | Violet, Lars Alexandersson, Kazama Jun, Ling Xiaoyu, Hwoarang (Tekken), Wang Jinrei, Mishima Heihachi Additional Tags: (ships are largely background), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, redemption arc, Hurt/Comfort, Father-Son Relationship, Sibling Bonding, Rated For Violence, Canon Rewrite, PTSD, slowburn man learning to be a decent father and person, you are all so mentally ill, an author's desperate attempt to make things freaking okay

Summary:

At the end of the second King of Iron Fist Tournament, Kazuya Mishima was murdered by his own father. Five minutes later, he woke back up.

(Kazuya doesn't die/get saved by G-Corp AU, the consequences of this small change are absurdly huge)

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finally just gonna post this!! more chapters soon but i wanna wait and space these out, please reblog this version instead!

[hannahhbic]

Howdy folks, I just posted “ain’t it a picture”, a kuramiyu fic in a western AU. Aka yeehaw krmy.

Here’s the link and the tags!

Tags: Trans Miyuki Kazuya, Alternate Universe - Western, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, inappropriate use of the song wonderwall, Kissing Cowboys, Porn with Feelings, thigh riding, Vaginal Fingering, Dry Humping, Clothed Sex, Aged-Up Character(s), Love Confessions, Blow Jobs, Enthusiastic Consent, fellas is it gay to yeehaw into your right hand man’s mouth

[koushuwu]

» puppy dog — miyuki kazuya x reader  *:･ﾟ✧

18+ content | 2k words | kazuya has always been exeptionally full of himself. at least to the outside word, and maybe you can't help but want to but him in his place. something that turns out to be a thrill like no other.

cw: afab!reader, pet names (big boy, darling etc.), slight dry humping, premature ejacutation, dubcon (if you squint), virgin!kazuya, experienced!reader, very slight corruption kink (also if you squint), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, spit.

with his back pressed firmly into the plush of the couch, kazuya swallowed thickly. you watched on with a wry smile as he did, eyes tracking the bob of his adams apple. you stood before him, looming, presence hovering before him. you hadn’t even touched him yet, but his mouth felt dry and his breath stuttered as you placed your knee on the couch beside him. you were close. so, so close. His gaze flickered, currently lacking the bold gleam and brazen confidence he usually liked to sport, he couldn’t meet yours head on.

you’d always known that he was full of himself. or maybe full of himself wasn’t exactly the right words but he was cocky. and flirty. incredibly so. on that specific day, you’d heard one too many of his obnoxious flirty remarks, and that’s when a strong desire arose in you. a desire to make him falter. to somehow wipe that insufferable smirk off of his face. something you would soon learn, wasn’t as hard as one would think. so that’s when you turned to him and uttered.

“you really think you’re all that, huh?” you cocked your head to the side and studied him as a wicked little grin tugged at the corner of your mouth. “well have at it, big boy. show me what you’re made of.”

“don’t start something you can’t finish, darling,” he said, the final word spoken in a mocking drawl. you knew that his words were meant as a warning, but you were not about to back down. not now. not when you’d so clearly upped and challenged him. and so you stepped closer to the couch. to him.

“oh i intend to follow through. darling.” as you spoke, you added even more pressure to the pet name, turning his own mockery right back on him. not only had his eyes widened at your words, it had also effectively shut him up, his mouth snapping shut and trapping the words inside that had readily sat at the tip of his tongue. the tiny kindle inside of you flared at the sight, and you couldn’t help but want to see him crack even further, and all but a beat, you’d moved up to him entirely. “do you?”

now you were straddling his frame on the couch, lowering your weight down to his clothed lap. a sharp inhale whistled between his teeth the moment you rested against him, and you couldn’t help the wicked ruse of sinful glee that was bubbling inside of you. “oh, fuck,” he hissed when you did a teasing little roll of your hips. his collected exterior was cracking and the confidence slipped at a rapid pace that you hadn’t expected, but yet made you feel powerful. strong. sexy. on each side of you, kazuyai’s hands were digging into the fabric of the couch. hard. his lower lip tucked in between his teeth as he repeatedly tried to maintain eye contact. something he’s yet to succeed. the strain underneath you and his already shallow breathing made the final jigsaw piece slide in place when it clicked.

“miyuki,” you cocked an eyebrow at him and his eyes darted back to yours. “have you never done this before?”

“what?”

“are you a virgin?” you asked him. you half expected him to deny it, but he didn’t. his fingers twitched against the couch and his jaw clenched. but then he nodded, gaze averting yours again as his teeth dug into his lip harder.

“well then,” you said with a teasing lilt in your voice. confident, you guided his hands up to rest on your thighs, while moving in to catch his gaze once more. “why don’t you let me show you a good time, big boy.”

when kazuya had nodded, perhaps a little too enthusiastically despite the eversion of your gaze, it hadn’t taken you long before your panties lay discarded on the floor along with his shirt. the straps of your dress hanging loosely off your shoulders, revealing a tad more of your chest than could be deemed properly decent. between your smaller hands were his bigger one. you’d picked it up and held it in front of you, his fingers splayed against nothing but air. his breathing hitches when your saliva trickles from your tongue to his fingers. he should probably be weirded out by it, something told him at the back of his mind. grossed out. but he wasn’t. instead he found himself transfixed by the sight of your tongue sticking out. your spit rolling off of it, stretching to meet his skin. transfixed, also, by the wet feeling against his fingers. so much so, that his cock jumped underneath you, and you couldn’t help but roll your hips against him, relishing in the delicious friction against your sex.

“fuck—”

when you put his fingers in your mouth, kazuya was so sure he was going to die. he was going to combust and die a virgin, and he wouldn’t even mind. your tongue against his fingers and your pussy grinding against him. what could possibly be better than this? a question, he would very soon find, and feel, the answer to. a question, to which, the answer came, the moment you pulled his fingers from your mouth, and guided them south. with one hand, you held his chin and kept him still as you captured his lips with yours. with the other, you led his slick hand underneath your short dress, and once you pressed one of his fingers and your own past the entrance of your wet hole, that is when he knew the answer to his question. this. this was even better. so much so, that he groaned softly, breaking the kiss as his jaw grew slack, his eyes glazed and his eyebrows knitted together. just then, you took a moment to just admire the view, bearing clear evidence as to just what you did to him. truly a sight to behold. but you weren’t done yet. of course you weren’t, you’d promised him a good time after all.

“h-hold on–” kazuya’s voice was small. frail even. and every little bit filled with the anticipation you inspired in him. your movements stilled as you cocked your head to the side. his free hand had laid itself against your hip bone, fingers dipping into your skin. “i’m– i’m gonna– please– slow down–”

“oh no, poor guy,” you cooed, cupping his cheek in one hand, an action in such stark contrast to the filthy thoughts in your head and the way your other hand worked him deeper inside. “you close already?” you asked and rocked your hips against his hand and lap. kazuya’s breathing hitched and his lower lip sucked in between his teeth.

kazuya nodded frantically, and a twisted sense of joyful satisfaction settled inside, when you leaned down until your nose lightly bumped against his. the way he looked up at you, almost felt dizzying, eyes all glazed and dilated pupils.

“what if i don’t want to take it slow?” your words came as a whisper, yet they rung through the air between you. around you. everywhere. at first, kazuya didn’t react. then his eyes widened. slowly as the implication dawned on him.

“no. no, no, no—“ he started, but neither of you heard the rest, when you caught his lips with yours, relishing in how sharply he inhaled when you connected. when you rocked down against him and increased the rhythm of which you worked his fingers into you. his free hand desperately clawed at your thigh, but you didn’t slow. fingers dipped harder into your skin as his fingers angled in just the right direction. you moaned against his lip and his fingers twitched, his hips bucked and a loud whine of his own followed yours.

kazuya had said he was close, but you hadn’t expected it to be that easy to push him over the edge. but now that you had, his breath was heaving and you felt utterly accomplished. accomplished, but not yet satisfied, your hunger only momentarily quenched.

once kazuya came down from his high, cheeks flushed and cheeks heated, it took him a moment before to decipher the scene in front of him. both your hands worked to undo his pants, and he only just registered what was happening, when his cock sprung free, and the charged air between you, ghosted over his sensitive skin. his eyes flicked to yours, only to find your gaze already fixed on his with a bemused glimmer in your eye.

“i promised you a good time, didn’t i?” you asked him, but cut him off before he could reply, lips parted slightly as if ready to speak. “don’t think that means you’re the only one who gets to have fun, though.”

surprise clearly evident in every feature of his face, mingled with the just as clear hypnotic daze of his arousal. it makes you want to laugh. not because it’s funny that he desires you. but because it’s so incredibly endearing, something so starkly contrasting kazuya’s usually confident and collected attitude. it’s endearing, and it makes you feel powerful. it makes you feel in control and it makes your pussy clamp in anticipation. so you smile at him, eyes glimmering in mischief as your hand wrapped around his cock. the sounds he makes when you give him a couple of strokes are something so pathetic and you can’t help but relish in his noises. the pitch change, reaching even higher when you finally take him inside.

he knew deep down, that he should have said something. should have asked you to wait. should have– should have– but he didn’t. he was too far gone for that, and when you settled against his lap, his head fell to your shoulder as a shudder ripped through his body, and he just couldn’t care less. or maybe he would have cared if he had half a mind to string any coherent thoughts together at all. but as it was, he didn’t.

“hey now,” firm fingers curled around his chin and tilted his head up, until his eyes met yours. ”look at me, big boy.” he’s looking at you. he is, but through the haze of the pleasurable rolls of your hips against his lap, he doesn’t actually see much. he’s trying though. but when your movements pick up pace, pathetic moans spill over his lips, and his eyes roll back. if you hadn’t held his chin, you knew his head would be lolling to the side. he was utterly drunk on the feeling of being inside of you, and judging by the shameless whining and moaning, he didn’t mind being at your mercy this way. his hands moved as if on instinct and settled harshly on your hips once again, and that’s when he surprised you. his hips bucked, thrusting up to meet the roll of your hips, punching a moan from your own lungs. at first you thought it’d been intentional, but when you looked at him it was clear that it hadn’t been. his body worked entirely on it’s own accord, bucked and writhed, stroked and grabbed, all in time with your movements, subconsciously creating a synchronized chase on your shared highs. at this point, the air surrounding you filled with both of your moans. it filled with the wet sounds of his cock grinding into your pussy. it filled with the heat radiating from your bodies. and it filled with the charged electricity and anticipation, until it broke. pleasure washed over you, covering everything and engulfing you completely in the sweetness flitting into every corner of the room.

your highs subsided, way too early for kazuya’s liking. actually, this whole moment in time with you, ended far too early. you weren’t actually sure what you’d expected. probably that you’d had sex and that would be it. it wouldn’t change anything. but as it was, you’d soon learn that things would absolutely change. not for you, but for kazuya. it took a few days before you really realized but when you did, that incredible feeling of being powerful swelled up in your chest once more. not only had kazuya’s demeanor slightly shifted towards you. oh no, the guy’s gaze followed your every move with something soft and dazed in his eyes, and often times you found that he followed close behind when you went anywhere he couldn’t see you. kazuya had definitely changed. from brazen and confident to no more than something akin to a lost puppy dog, that’s finally found it’s owner.

[kinryuuki]

Don't know how alive this fandom is on tumblr, but figured it wouldn't hurt to share 🤷‍♀️

I've got an ongoing time travel fixit fic I'm trying to update weekly. Chapter 6 was put up yesterday.