𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗦𝗔

₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; after the disbandment of your k-pop group OZEAN, you establish STR alongside your friends with the help of former musician ACER. with him as your producer, your curiosity about him leads to a change in your work-relationship.

⤷genres; smau, band/idol au, slow burn, secret identities, fluff, angst, somewhat dirty humor (from childe), sfw, fem!reader.

₊˚ ✧ notes; first official smau for kazuha! inspired by DPR. some characters might be ooc and the humor might not always land. there will be slow and inconsistent updates. photos are not meant to represent the reader accurately and should serve as placeholders/imagines.

⤷status; ongoing [8/24/23]

𝟎𝟔 | 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒

Teyvat was a weary place, battered and beaten by the history of war, mortals continue to feast upon dreams. Though only a few make it out to be heroes, many come and go as quietly as the wind. One woman stands against the story of time, destined to walk on the ground with nothing more but an outstretched hand. Darkness reached her neck yet never did it quell her light. Her followers wish to be beside her as she veers to the land of defeated gods.

The Tsaritsa’s right hand is a lonesome soul who wanders the snow-covered grounds of Snezhnaya. Those serving beneath her swear their loyalty, guided truthfully by the sound of her gentle voice. And though her youthful appearance shields years of pain, she chooses to continue forth her journey in overseeing the land’s future, hoping that change will be brought upon her people.

Return to 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

𝟎𝟑 | 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘

Teyvat was a weary place, battered and beaten by the history of war, mortals continue to feast upon dreams. Though only a few make it out to be heroes, many come and go as quietly as the wind. One woman stands against the story of time, destined to walk on the ground with nothing more but an outstretched hand. Darkness reaches her neck yet never did it quell her light. Her followers wish to be beside her as she veers to the land of defeated gods.

The Tsaritsa’s right hand is a lonesome soul who wanders the snow-covered grounds of Snezhnaya. Those serving beneath her swear their loyalty, guided truthfully by the sound of her gentle voice. And though her youthful appearance shields years of pain, she chooses to continue forth her journey in overseeing the land’s future, hoping that change will be brought upon her people.

Return to 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

𝟎𝟏 | 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐔

A listing of various short writing pieces focused on different scenarios. They will be in bullet-point format and will be relatively short. It will explore a more light-hearted tone and centers mainly on Alternate Universes and may include original characters from the story “Disciplinary Perdition.” 

Back to 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 & 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒?

See 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍?

𝟎𝟎 | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

Teyvat has seen many people in their lives. Some in the form of destruction and power, some who come and go as quietly as the wind, but none has significantly impacted the stories of the survivors of war as one abbess. Seen at the same side of people, holding their hands as they fought against the darkness, she brought forth hope into humanity. And while she is lost within the story of time itself, others wish to be beside her as she travels. Whether it be through Teyvat and one of its Seven Nations, one can only say that she is given the freedom to love and to be loved.

The Third Fatui Harbinger is a lonesome soul, wandering along the snow-covered grounds of Snezhnaya. Those serving beneath her need no hand to obey orders, only her soft-spoken voice which wisdom lies beneath. And though her youthful appearance shields years of pain, she chooses to continue forth her journey in overseeing the country’s future, hoping that there will be change.

Return to 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

Inspired by Aponia, the Third Flamechaser by Honkai Impact 3rd.

𝐗𝐗 | 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Teyvat has seen many people in their lives. Some in the form of destruction and power, some who come and go as quietly as the wind, but none has significantly impacted the stories of the survivors of war as one abbess. Seen at the same side of people, holding their hands as they fought against the darkness, she brought forth hope into humanity. And while she is lost within the story of time itself, others wish to be beside her as she travels. Whether it be through Teyvat and one of its Seven Nations, one can only say that she is given the freedom to love and to be loved. 

The Third Fatui Harbinger is a lonesome soul, wandering along the snow-covered grounds of Snezhnaya. Those serving beneath her need no hand to obey orders, only her soft-spoken voice which wisdom lies beneath. And though her youthful appearance shields years of pain, she chooses to continue forth her journey in overseeing the country’s future, hoping that there will be change.

Back to 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 & 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒?

Explore 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓?

Inspired by Aponia, the Third Flamechaser by Honkai Impact 3rd.

You would describe yourself to be a researcher and lover of science, so when you encounter people who are willing to further prove your talents, you find it hard to turn down their offer. Even when your hands are stained with blood, regardless of whether or not it was yours, you choose to carry on your legacy through your works.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

𝟎𝟏 | 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑! [𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄]

Il Dottore finds himself having a short conversation with his beloved teacher, but he can’t help but have his mind drift. There is this strange sensation that is tickling at his throat and he wishes to scratch at it. It is the feeling of irritation that is rising through his veins when he hears you speak about the new client that wishes to see you.

𝟎𝟐 | 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄! [𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄]

The man of the hour has appeared in front of you with an appealing offer that you simply cannot refuse. Who would pass up the opportunity to experiment on what could have been a God in your world? Words cannot speak about the excitement that you feel. And while the country-destroyer may find your decorations and honey-sweet lines to be a bit foul, he has to strike a deal with the Devil to get far.

𝟎𝟑 | 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓! [𝐘𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐎]

Yohan Seo recalls the memory in which he found you standing over him, a cherry-red-lipped smile shining down upon him. You were the shining light that brought upon him a hope that others could only receive by worshipping a higher being, but here you are, in front of him, guiding him, and loving him. You were the inspiration for something so great that you might describe it as world domination, but Yohan Seo would say he is surrendering it to you.

All of my one-shots will be listed here and organized based on category and theme. It is recommended that readers are above the age of 16 as some written material may be graphic and disturbing. Many of these will use she/her or they/them pronouns.

Viewer discretion is advised.

𝟎𝟏 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃

You would describe yourself to be a researcher and lover of science, so when you encounter people who are willing to further prove your talents, you find it hard to turn down their offer. Even when your hands are stained with blood, regardless of whether or not it was yours, you choose to carry on your legacy through your works.

𝟎𝟐 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀: “𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐀̷̇͒ͅ𝐝̵̱̾̍𝐯̶̦̈́̔𝐞̷̢̟͇̇𝐧̷̼͓̇͝𝐭̶̝̭͈̒̍͒𝐮̴̜̊̋̓̕𝐫̶͔͉̖͚̭̐̎̄͗̿̀𝐞̵͔͚͙̮̅𝐫̷͈̌̆? “

♰ ───𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 ‣

“The Exhausted, Black Flower”

She has notable bags underneath her eyes as if she hasn’t slept for too long, but also not too little. Though you could hardly notice the life in her eyes due to the length of her hair, you can always find her walking around the halls with her sleek, black hair swinging alongside her hips.

Despite her clean nails that have been manicured, you can tell that her hands are slightly battered and wrinkled as if she had been in battle before, and while you wish to know more about her, you don’t know when is the right time to ask her about them.

♰ ─── 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 ‣

Eldritch.

You suspect that there is something odd about Rana, and despite your many questions, she rarely seems to answer them. However, you can see the way her hands twitch when she deals with difficult customers, and how the ground always seems to shake a bit as if there was an earthquake.

When she is away at night for her duties, you run into her on the occasion, oftentimes seeing her soaked in blood as she peers down at you with an innocent gleam. You want to scream when you see black thorns that wrapped themselves around her like snakes, but you were afraid that with a small gasp, she’ll have your neck in her grasp. You don’t want to anger her so you stay quiet about what you saw that night.

♰ ─── 𝐉𝐎𝐁 ‣

Head Librarian.

You notice her constantly piling on books in her cart, and while you ask her if she needs help after she dropped a few heavy stacks, you notice that they are already on the shelf, placed neatly in alphabetical order Could she be a magician with spells to organize books in the blink of an eye? Perhaps she is just good at her job.

Mercenary.

You frequently see customers enjoy coming to her board to post job offerings in the shadier parts of the building. One group that you constantly see walking around the library are mysterious creatures dressed in all black. You start to wonder what kind of affiliation she has with them. Are those tentacles you see beneath those robes, or is it just your imagination? You hope it’s the latter.

♰ ─── 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ‣

La Bibliothèque de Floraisons.

You’ve heard of this library from some of the local papers but you didn’t think that it would be this big. Thousands of books were almost pristine clean with the way you graze your fingers over their binds. You notice that some of them have odd scratches on some of the covers.

[Formerly] T̴͖͎͔͆ą̴͈͑̿ŕ̵̠̭̉͜͝t̶̲͈̱̓͠a̵͍̺̅r̵̰̱̤̈́͝u̸̦͌́̕m̶͈̤̊̄.

One of the greater prisons that reside in the country, is notorious for housing hundreds of dangerous creatures. It is said that only a few can escape from their sentence after years of cooperation and community service. You hear that the few who make it out have been living in secrecy.

♰ ─── 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓‣

Chaotic Neutral/Chaotic Evil.

She has an affinity for natural-born evil and seeks to understand more of it. She says that her favorite thing to watch is humans. It’s common for you to see her bring what she calls a “local delicacy” during her lunch hours.

Sometimes you fear that her research is going too far, with the noises that are conducted from underneath the library, but you are also unsure if you want her to stop, especially when she provides you with so much information.

♰ ─── 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 ‣

❝𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐘, 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.❞

So you were interested in opening my doors? Allow me to give you a tour of my library. I do hope that you stay here long enough to see everything that I could offer.

♰ ───  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ‣

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐕

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐕

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐈

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐈

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐗𝐈

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐗

♰ ─── 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 ‣

𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

♰ ─── 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 & 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 ‣

❝𝐀 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐓𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐨, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬.❞

“Tsuukirana,” is a mixture of the Latin and Japanese language, and it roughly translates to “The Exhausted, Black Flower.” It is an homage to Yoko Taro’s Black Flower from the Drag-On Dragoon 3/Drakengard 3 franchise, and it has minor references in Nier: Automata and Nier/Nier Replicant ver.1.22474487139…”

The component “Tsu” references two words: “Tsukiru” (Exhausted/尽きる) and “Tsubasa” (Wings/翼), and it is from the song “Exhausted/Growing Wings” by Keiichi Okabe. “Ra” is a shortened and feminine version of “atra,” which refers to the dull, muddy colors of black in Latin. While the final piece “ana” is the word “hana” for flower (花).

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐑.

I applaud you for your journey in discovering this place. It would be a miracle to say that we were destined to meet? 

This is a place that many people visit, but hardly any could stay, do you still wish to join me for a cup of tea? Though I must welcome you first to my domain. This library filled with darker-toned stories which range from explicit language to confronting the difficult themes of human struggle. 

I am your Head Librarian, Tsuukirana, but you may call me Rana, Adventurer. I am the author of books such as Ephemeral Wish and Intoner/Memory of the Lost and have frequently published several short stories in the past. And while many of those older works displayed messages of self-love and discovery, I am afraid to inform you that you have stumbled upon the wrong treasury.

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘:

You will find every story to be placed into a specific “Collection” and these could range from being original short stories to fictitious and indulgent works revolving around pre-existing characters or series. Many of these works will not be marked with any warnings or categorized, but they will be sectioned off into their respective shelves. 

Therefore, I highly advise that those under the age of fifteen or sixteen avoid reading my works as what is being discussed and written may not be suited for younger audiences.

If you still wish to proceed, Adventurer, then please follow me… into a world in which you must find happiness through humanity’s greatest fears and troubles.

     He brushed his gloved fingers against the crook of your neck, the slightly sharpened tips grazing the upper partings of your soft, plush lips. His temptation was pressing itself against the tip of his tongue, the thought of reaching closer edging him over as his thoughts ran rampant. Perhaps there was little to know, he said internally, attempting to find his own resolve in the spiral of his mind. It felt almost like an eternity to him. Your soft, gentle breaths releasing themselves into the air like mist was the only thing that he could focus on aside from the ticking of the clock.

    He leaned in slightly, brushing aside your short strands of hair that were resting on your forehead, your body slowly stirring in response. To think that there was something more profoundly beautiful than this never crossed the frontlines of his thoughts. The longing stares that lingered on your form only made him realize the small flutter of butterflies in this stomach.