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[ta0ken]

—𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 || 𝐤.𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

pairing: draken x m!reader summary: “i’ve always loved you...” warnings: manga spoilers!! chapter 223 and below, for those who aren’t caught up or aren’t manga readers, angst, one-sided love (?) word count: 2.3k+

a/n: inspired by gone, gone / thank you by tyler, the creator & looking out for you by joy again

You lay on the ground, breathing heavily. It hurts to breath, and it hurts to not breath—either way, it’ll hurt. You don’t like the pain, but you’ll power through it. There’s a pain in your chest the more you try to breathe, and you take slow, deep painful breaths.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

It’s raining, you think, in a daze. Your eyes squint a bit as you try to focus your attention on the noise beside you, but the rain puts you at peace, almost relinquishing the pain you were feeling. There’s almost an empty feeling in your stomach, but maybe it’s because you know what’s happening to you.

(Breathe in and out.

In and out.)

Your eyes slowly trail over towards the crying male, feeling his warmth. His eyes are bright blue, but it is not the man you love. You don’t love him, and he doesn’t love you (but neither does he).

(But, why are you crying? you want to ask through blood and rain.)

“D-Don’t worry, [Name]-kun…!” Takemitchy cries out, tears and snot dripping down his face, “Senju’s getting the ambulance, so… so you’ll live! You’re gonna make it…!” He’s holding your hand so tightly, you think he might break it.

You let out a tiny breath, blinking slowly, realization settling in you. “Oh… I guess… I’m dying…” face scrunching, you laugh a little, ignoring the pain (is that all you can do?), “I… didn’t think… that’d happen…”

The male continues to sob, his tears dripping onto your face as he hovers over you. “You’re gonna live… because you’re [Name]-kun! You can’t die—! We- We need you…!” he wails, sniffling, “Draken-kun needs you! You said… You said you were gonna confess to him!”

Your chest rises as you try to breathe, your breaths becoming more shallow the more you try to keep your eyes from closing. “I-I… was going to, yeah…” you rasp out, lips becoming dry, “but… I don’t… think I’ll be able to, n-now, huh…?” You let out a small chuckle, coughing, “It’s… kind of sad, isn’t it…?”

“No, [Name]-kun, i-it’s not,” Takemitchy sobs, “It’s not…! But- But you can, if you just… stay awake…! So, please… Don’t die!”

You manage to squeeze his hand, giving him a smile. “It’s okay, Take…mitchy…” you utter, “It’s… not your fault… I did it, because… I wanted to…”

He wipes his eyes, sniffling and hiccuping, as he looks at you with watery eyes.

"...Hey," you croak, feeling your throat becoming dryer by the second, "do we... Does Draken and I..." your lips become dry, and you think they might crack, "Do we get together...? In... When it was 12 years in the future...?"

He nods, whispering, "Yes. You do."

You laugh.

"I see... Then, I'm glad..."

There’s a peaceful silence, other than your shallow breaths. You’re surprised you’re even breathing still, with the three bullets you took to the chest. Takemitchy’s hands are warm, you notice. But you wonder if Draken could be warmer—you’d never know, though.

“Can you… do one thing for me, Takemitchy…?”

He nods.

(There’s a pain in his chest, when he sees the tears welling up in your eyes as you choke out your words, the more you cough up blood.)

“Can you… tell Draken… that I love him; forever and always…?” you choke out, your eyes stinging as there’s something dripping down from them (your tears). “I know… that I fucked up my chances, s—“ you almost choke on your blood, struggling to speak, “—so many times, but… can you at least ask him if he’d like me back… in a different universe…?”

And even though he’s struggling to hold himself together, even though he was trying so hard to not break down—everything cracks and breaks.

Takemitchy lets out a loud, loud cry, burying his face into your sweater as he cries and cries and cries, nodding his head erratically. His fist grips your sweater, and his hand that held yours tightens in a grip that you thought would crush it. He’s blubbering out words, but you know what he means: “I’ll tell him.”

And with that, you peacefully die with a small smile on your face (traces of tears were there, but no one knows - only Takemitchy. Only Takemitchy knows.)

.

Your chest aches, the more you watch Draken and Emma interact, seeing the two happily laugh. Mikey notices the sadness in your eyes (because he knows what it’s like to be sad), and asks you about it one day. He approached you, quietly asking:

“Are you okay?”

And you give him a smile, saying, “I’ve never been better.”

You don’t pride yourself on being a liar. You never didn’t, really. But it was times like these, that you thought you were good at hiding your feelings, yet… You’re almost positive that it was obvious: your crush on Draken. Mikey knows, Mitsuya knows, Kazutora knows, Baji knows (knew), Pah-chin knows, everyone knows—everyone but him and Emma.

Every time the two hung out with each other, you would receive pitying looks, sympathetic looks, all sorts of looks. You know you do, you’ve seen it.

(And it hurts.) And it’s okay.

You would always respond with a wave of your hand, smiling ‘happily’, saying, “I’m okay.” (But you weren’t).

Emma was the younger sister of your friend, and Draken was the person you love your friend. They were happy together, so you should be happy for them, too. (But it hurts, you want to cry so bad, it hurts—it hurts.)

Seeing them together, it fills you with bittersweet happiness, and perhaps, envy. But you don’t want to be envious, it always made you feel horrible. He was meant to be happy, and so was she. Maybe you weren’t supposed to be happy, and you were fine with that; as long as he was happy, that’s all that matters to you.

”It’s okay to want things for yourself,” someone once told you. A friend, who goes by the name Takemitchy (Takemichi). He was the bright kid that joined Toman, always trying to help others with whatever. You don’t know how he knew you liked Draken, you were sure you kept it on the low nowadays (especially with how Emma seemed to be acting).

“I don’t want anything for myself,” you tell him with a small, bitter happy smile, “I’m okay.”

.

You were there.

But you couldn’t have done anything.

You’re devoid of any emotion, too in shock to even feel because this shouldn’t have happened (she didn’t deserve to die, no one ever does). It wasn't even supposed to happen, you know this to be true, but you're not even sure who killed her. It's not fair, you decide, looking at her body that lay on the floor, it's not fair.

She’s dead? you mouth to yourself, staring at the body that lay on the ground, unblinking. Emma’s dead, you realize.

She’s dead.

And you’re not able to help. There’s stares, when you and Takemitchy and Mikey and Emma reach the hospital, but you know it’s too late.

(You can vividly remember his shaky voice as he says, “Emma’s body… is cold…” through tears and a smile, but he’s hurt.)

And you’re not able to help, when Draken and Mikey get into a fight, but it was only one-sided because Mikey was too sad to even care, too dead to even fight back, and Draken was too angry to even stop himself, despite Takemitchy’s cries.

(You stand on the sidelines, watching everything with a sinking feeling in your gut.

It's not fair.)

.

People constantly tell you that you have a chance, now that Emma's gone (but that's so ignorant; it would be so ignorant of you). You only shake your head with a smile and wave them off. Your smile is always so, so small whenever you tell them off though (but kindly, because you don't think being mean would fix anything, it'd only make your pain worsen).

"[Name]," Draken says suddenly, catching your attention. He gives you a small smile as he simply states, "I'm glad you're still alive."

(Your heart breaks.

How many times will it take for you to hurt?)

A small laugh escapes you, and you look ahead of you, a minuscule smile on your face. You breathe out softly, looking up at the sky, blinking. "...I'd think that I'm glad that I'm alive, too," you say softly, clasping your hands together, fanning your breath onto them. It's cold.

His hands reach to cover yours, making you blink (and there's heat rushing to your face—calm down). His brows are furrowed as he looks at you, concerned. "Are you cold?" he asks, looking up at the sky, "I mean, it is winter, but... Oh, you're not wearin' a jacket. Here, since you're an idiot." He hands you his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders.

There's a clench in your heart as you look at him, trying to keep the smile on your face (but it just hurts). You can't tell if he's being kind or if he's leading you on, but Draken, you're mean for this. You cough into your fist, closing your eyes as you just try to enjoy the moment (but your heart hurts).

"Next time," he murmurs, "bring a jacket, or ask me for one. I don't mind sharing with you."

(Is it okay to be selfish? you wonder, nodding your head the more you talk to him throughout the day, because I want to keep this moment forever, please.)

.

Draken stares at nothing (because you're not there with him), gaze blank and dull.

Is this what it's like, to feel like your soul is getting sucked into an endless void? Is this what it's like, to feel your heart being torn into pieces as time passes on? Is this what it feels like, to feel as though the world's laughing at you and your misery every god damn fucking day?

His fists clench, and he's trembling, and he bites his lip so hard, he feels blood being drawn as he furrows his brows, eyes beginning to sting. He's not sure if the world was trying to provoke him, to make him angrier than he already is, because he's so angry (but he's so sad, too). He's lost and lost and lost and lost, is losing more than he can already count not enough?

Did he have to lose you, too?

He heard the news from Takemichi, but he doesn't want to believe it. It's so fucking hard to not cry, to not break down in his own fucking shop, and he keeps a steady facade, nodding his head as he chokes out a quiet "I see," and leaves.

The blond likes to think that he's strong and that he'd never cry as hard as he did when it came to Emma's death, but he also didn't take into account your death. He thought Baji's death was enough, that that would be the last death he knew, or maybe even Pah-chin's arrest would have been enough, but it wasn't. Someone just had to come in and fucking murder Emma.

Of course, he's mad.

He's enraged, he's-

he was only 15-years-old, what could he have done?

Draken chokes, still trying hard to not cry, but to breathe. He was told that you were shot in the chest three times (three fucking times; whoever killed you, did they hate you?), but you died with a small smile on your face.

"I should've... been there for you, [Name]..." he whispers, voice thick with emotion (mostly rage, mostly sadness, and mostly- mostly desperation). He takes in a deep breath through his mouth, trying to not cry still, but a tear slips, and he doesn't know what to do. His face scrunches the more he tries to not cry, so he just lets it all out.

He's not screaming, he's not shouting, but he's throwing things around and crying, trying to not think about the words that reverberate within his mind, echoing endlessly like a constant shout in a cave.

(It feels like someone's tearing him apart from the inside out, and he's can't handle the pain.)

...He should've told you.

He really really should've told you that he liked you more so than Emma, because Emma was just helping him get with you, but every time, you avoided him like you didn't like him. And when Takemitchy also told him, tears dripping down his face as he desperately tries to wipe them, sobbing out:

"[Name]-kun... also liked you, Draken-kun. He liked you... very, very much..."

And he doesn't want to believe it.

"I should've told you," he whispers. "I should've."

.

He stands at your grave, a bouquet of purple hyacinths, lilies, and forget-me-nots. He knows the meaning because he spent weeks just trying to figure out the meanings of flowers, because you're someone meant to be remembered (especially in his mind). Planting them on the headstone, he takes a step back, putting his hands together in a praying motion.

He whispers,

"May we see each other in another life, [Name], and fall in love there, once more."

He smiles a small one, breathing out softly, looking up at the sky. His eyes are still dull, and maybe his eyes are rimmed with redness and puffiness, but he doesn't want to mention it nor cry about it — not in front of you, at least. He can do that back at home or in his shop, when he's alone.

"Forever and always?" he whispers, asking you.

Forever and always, you would've told him with the same smile on your face.

He leaves your grave, ignoring the stinging in his eyes, wiping them with the sleeve of his jacket, taking in a sharp breath, and he lets it out slowly (he'll be okay because he knows you're there; you said so yourself).

He'll be okay.

#draken x reader #ryuguji ken x reader #x reader #ryuguji ken #draken #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #angst #yuureoo #male reader #draken x y/n #draken x you #ryuguji ken x y/n #ryuguji ken x you

[papillon-writes]

yuureoo asked: can i request a kokichi x male reader :] (fluff alphabet!! h, s, w) 'n kazuha x male reader (fluff alphabet too bc fluff- c, g)

Content + TWs: male reader, mention of panic attacks [first Kazuha letter]

Kokichi Ouma:

Honesty -  Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

It-It’s Kokichi. Yes. Duh.

More specifically, he definitely hides his past and his strong emotions [whether sad, happy, angry, doesn’t matter]. His emotions can peek out if he isn’t paying attention to concealing them, but no matter what he will not say a single word about his past. No matter how close you are, his past is going to stay in the past.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Absolutely! Kokichi would be his boyfriend’s main hype man, and would only get concerned if his boyfriend’s goals are/turn darker. Though he’s certainly not against doing some illegal things, he has his limits.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Kokichi looooooooves forehead kisses. Every morning every night every time he sees you, mwah mwah forehead kiss. Give him forehead kisses too!! He adores them.

Kazuha Kaedehara:

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He seems like the type to bring you somewhere away from crowds, probably with some sort of scenic view if you’re feeling down. Just getting away from all the noise and the chaos, and just- feeling with you.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Kazuha is grateful for literally everything that has let him be alive. And especially grateful to be alive with you, his amazing boyfriend. He’s 100% aware of every kind action, every little gift, extra hug, etc. that you do for him. Sometimes he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to repay you.

#genshin impact #genshin impact kazuha #genshin kazuha #kazuha x reader #genshin impact kazuha x reader #genshin kazuha x reader #male reader #kazuha x male reader #genshin impact kazuha x male reader #genshin kazuha x male reader #dr #drv3 #dr kokichi #kazuha #kokichi #ouma #kokichi ouma #drv3 kokichi #dr x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #drv3 x reader #v3 x reader #v3 kokichi #v3 #kokichi x reader #kokichi x male reader #☢ sunny ☢

[ta0ken]

p-psyku asks: wowoaow wouldnt it be like so sexy if u wrote scaramouche x male reader (he/him) and it was hanah- /JJJJ HDHSAKG ok but fr. scaramouche x male reader, he/him, (hydro claymore?? if that matters), where the reader finds out scara's real name n calls him that for the first time?? idk why i feel awkward i know u and its just a rq HFKLDSHG HELP IM LOSING IT /J

warnings: genshin impact spoilers (maybe?); maybe ooc because i don’t know how to write scaramouche

: ̗̀➛ SCARAMOUCHE “I’m sorry, what?”

- at first, he’s confused, lost; how did you find out his name? - he’s kept his real name a secret for the longest of time, how did you find out? - yes, you may be able to stand him, but how? - he’s arrogant, he’s not quite liked among his fellow colleagues, but you... you’re able to stand him; he doesn’t want you to know about his past or anything like that. - so please, don’t call him by that name. - he prefers scaramouche, that’s it. - he doesn’t want to be reminded of his past. - but thank you, for telling him. - at least, now you know. - and you can just use his preferred name ‘Scaramouche’.

At first, you weren’t sure if that it was his actual name - was it his real name? Questions ran through your head, your eyes scanning the male before you as you tried to understand if it was or not. He’s been your partner for a long time, so surely, he would’ve told you his actual name or not, right?

Yet, why do you feel like his name isn’t ‘Scaramouche’? (It probably wasn’t, and you know he once admitted that it was just a mere alias.)

You stared at him, looking down at the grounds of Inazuma, a slight frown placed upon your lips. You didn’t want to question the man, but you also did; it was difficult, it was hard, but you weren’t even sure of yourself at this point.

“And now... Hm?” the indigo-haired male paused, noticing your silence. “[Name], what’s the issue? You’re supposed to be listening!” he said, annoyed by your clear ignorance of his talk about the day (it really matters to him, okay?).

“Ah...” you blinked, looking at him, “...Hm, it’s nothing.” You shook your head, trying to refrain from asking his real name, because it wasn’t your business. If he wanted to tell you his actual name, then he’d tell you upon his own accordance: curiosity would always kill you in the endgame.

He scoffed, crossing his arms, narrowing his eyes towards you. “You take me for a fool?” he asked, raising a brow, “I would know when my partner is lost in his own thoughts, no?”

Your lips went into a thin line, a crease forming between your brows. Of course, you wanted to ask him, but it went against your beliefs and your morals. You didn’t want to intrude into his life or privacy - it’s his own (but he keeps edging it on, making you want to ask, but you shouldn’t).

He let out a small sigh, turning to face you fully, head tilted upwards (trying to make it seem like he was looking down on you), eyes narrowed even more. “As my partner, you are to tell me your thoughts, fully. And I demand to know them, right now,” he stated, his gaze hardening. “I will not leave until you do so.”

You stared at him, frowning.

“...But, Scaramouche...” you tried to protest, arguing back weakly, “It’s not important. Whatever’s troubling me isn’t important.”

“Your troubles...” he muttered quietly, “are important to me.”

Hands clenched and unclenched, before you released a quiet sigh, shoulders relaxing. “...Okay,” you nodded, “I’ll tell you; just, don’t get mad, okay?”

“Hah!” he threw his head back in mocking laughter, “As if I’d get mad!”

...You do get mad, you bit back your response, deadpanning, before letting out another breath. “...Is your name... Kunikuzushi?“

The silence you received is the only answer you can take before he said:

“I’m sorry, what? Just where did you even obtain this information?” he asked in disbelief. He’s unusually quiet, his eyes glaring into you. “If you heard it from the other Harbingers, then you must know that it’s a—”

“No, I... I found out, myself,” you said quickly. “I just... didn’t want to intrude into your personal life, that’s all. I wasn’t going to ask you about it until you... told me to...” Your voice lowered into a soft and quiet tone, not sure of what to say. You awkwardly looked away, rubbing your arm.

“Sorry,” you apologized, “if what I asked made you uncomfortable.”

“It’s...” he sighed heavily, hands falling limply to his sides, “It’s fine. It doesn’t bother me as much as it did before. If you had asked me a long time ago, you wouldn’t even be standing.”

You let out a laugh full of disbelief, sweating profusely, “I... I would never, Scaramouche.”

“...Thank you,” he breathed, “I don’t quite like the name Kunikuzushi anymore. I prefer... Scaramouche more, now. My old name reminds me of my past, and I don’t want to think about it anymore. It fills me with...”

You cut him off, giving him a small smile, “It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it; the past is the past, correct?” You put your hand on his shoulder with uncertainty, not sure if he’d allow you to touch him or not. When he didn’t make any reaction, you continued to speak, “We’re partners now, therefore, what matters is now. Thank you, for at least telling me what you prefer.”

Scaramouche stared at you, eyes widening a smidge before they went back to its original state, and he lets out a huff, a hint of a smile on his face. He closed his eyes, crossing his arms as he looked down at the floor.

“Heh,” he chuckled, looking back up to you, a smirk placed upon his lips, “Since when were you good with words?”

“Since always,” you deadpanned.

“I don’t believe that.”

There was a certain weight lifted off of his shoulders, but he didn’t want to tell you that. He’d tell you that for a different time, considering what mattered was now (your words, not his); he’d make the best of it, for now.

Thank you, [Name].

He’d also tell you that sometime later.

#scaramouche #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #x reader #male reader #yuureoo

[ta0ken]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄. — 𝐜.𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

pairing: yandere! cater diamond x reader summary: there is no summary, you’re just suffering <//3 warnings: dark content ;; gaslighting, manipulation, mind break, trauma, etc. word count: 4.3k

a/n: i accept questions about this yandere thing i got goin’ on, but like- just know that this IS from a x reader book i’m writing <333 actually, i accept questions about the yandere shit i got planned in general, but this is not a series (i mean, unless y’all want one i-) <3

look, you got me crying on a train.

LOVE IN MY HEART.

CATER HUMS WITH SATISFACTION, a smile placed on his face as he scrolled through Magicam. A chuckle leaves his lips as he waved at people passing by him, sighing as he did so. He begins to scroll through his photos, the smile on his face turning creepier and darker; his eyes begin to seem half-lidded as he scrolled through.

(What is it that you’re looking at, Cater?

Nothing~)

His attitude would always change, and it creeped the others out whenever it happened — it all started when you came, but it was never known if you were the cause of his sudden change in behavior. Perhaps he was always like this and you just accentuated his behavior? But why?

The ringing of the bells catches his ears, his eyes tearing away from his phone as the light in his eyes returned. Looking normal and how he looked every day, he hums again as he stood up from his seat, stretching. A grin adorns his face as he realized that lunch was his next period, a giddy feeling forming within him. He was excited about something, that’s for sure.

There was an odd step in his walk as he steps to the cafeteria, eyes occasionally glancing at the phone in his hands — waiting, waiting, waiting…

People feel bad, for what Cater does on a daily, for what he does to you, for you in general — the people are guilty.

His eyes scour the lunchroom, searching and searching and searching, trying to find a specific person.  His once blank eyes lit light like stars when he saw you, his one and only, his legs moving on their own as he smiles at the sight of you.

You jolt, feeling arms wrap around your shoulder, tugging you into someone’s chest. Your eyes darts to the person frantically, hands reaching to grip at the arms when you felt them tighten around you — panic swells in you, swirling as a jumble of emotions conspire against you.

”Hey, hey, [Name]~” Cater hums, his cheek nuzzling into yours as he grinned, “Did ya miss me~?”

There’s a sense of fear that continued to swell in you, residing in the bottom of your stomach as you try to smile alongside him, your eyes looking at the others who sit with you (a disgusting emotion was all they felt when they look at you, too, but they did nothing — cowards). A breathy laugh escapes from your lips as you gulp, throat bobbing with the motion, “Good to see you, too, Cater… Haha… It’s good to see you, too…”

Oh, how the guilty stay silent.

Cater pouts, lips brushing against your ear as he murmurs, “But it doesn’t sound like itt… Are you sure~?”

You try to smile even larger, the others wincing at the sight. “Of course…!” you muster out, tapping his cheek with your other hand, “I miss every moment I’m not with you, Cater.”

His face brightens with joy as he laughs, “Of course, I know that! I just like teasing you, hehe… It would hurt me if you were lying though, not that you would ever lie to me, right~?”

Your smile falters, as does your facial expression as you speak, your face flushed as you try to deal with him.

“No, I wouldn’t think of lying to you, Cater…”

The grip on your shoulder tightens as a reminder, your face scrunching out of pain for a split second, though you remain unfazed for the most part. You could feel his lips on your ear form a smile as he giggles to himself.

“Of course, because I trust you~!”

(There’s a grimace on the others’ faces as they watch you, pity full on their faces; they know — they know, but they do nothing.)

———

Cater sighs, condescending, and shakes his head out of disappointment as he has his hands on his hips. He has a frown on his face as he looks at you with a disappointed look.

He didn’t know what was so bad; staying in his room should be fun! You don’t like the decor? The hardwork he did for you to enjoy his room with him and him alone? You don’t like his dorm?

Why are you pushing him away?

”[Name]~”

You’re crying at his feet, hands covering your ears as you have your eyes shut tight, hands gripping at your hair. Sobs wrack through your body as your hands move all over it, hugging yourself in an attempt to provide yourself the comfort you desperately need. You’re telling him to be quiet, to shut his mouth, to stop whatever he was doing, to stop this, to stop in general.

He did this for you — for you, for you, and for only you.

There are tears streaming down your face, there are voices in your head, there’s too much, there’s too little, there are too many things happening, help, please stop it make it stop stop stop—

“Ahh… [Name]~” he sighs, almost as though he was taunting you, cooing out, “What’s wrong?” He wraps his arms around you, his hold tightening as a dark smile forms on his face.

There’s no response as you continue to cry, trying to get away from him as you scramble, but you were as successful as a newborn baby who needed help. Your limps felt weak as you try to push him away, shaking your head, pleading and babbling and sobbing. “Get—Get away, go— I don’t want to— Stop it…!” you cry, trying to move, desperate, but you fail in every attempt — nothing, none after all the things you’ve done.

You couldn’t do it.

He sighs again, dragging it out, and you can feel his chest heave up and down as he did so.

”You wound me so, and I’m your upperclassman…” his hold on you doesn’t loosen, his head near your neck as he says his necks words, murmuring in a soft tone, “Aren’t you supposed to care about me? Don’t you… love me?”

You swear you’re spiraling into a stairway downwards, spiraling into insanity — your thoughts clouded with something, you’re not sure; everything hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts— What were you supposed to say? What do you say? What do you do?

There’s a shake in your hands, in your body, in you, as you gulp down the bubble in your throat.

“You don’t have to answer!“ he cheerfully says as he begins to kiss you on the cheek, “I know you like me~ I mean, come on, you like Cay-Cay, right? You’re always turning red whenever I tease you, anyways~ You think I want this to happen? Do you think I want you to cry? Oh, it always hurts me when you act like this, [Name]...“ He rubs your cheek as his lips shift to kiss away your tears, sniffles still leaving you, “I don’t want to hurt you like this, but you leave me no choice, love~!“

Your hands grip at his dorm uniform, face scrunching as anger fills within you, too angry to respond as you continue to try and push him away, but your arms are too weak to do anything — you feel so drained, so tired, so exhausted, so... done.

Is this what it’s like to feel hopeless?

“Come on, you made me this way — you did this to me, you caused this; why won’t you take responsibility, hm?“ he twirls your hair around his finger, playing with it, fiddling with it, a gleeful look on his face as he holds you in his arms. “You love me, yeah~?“

You’re so tired.

You’re so exhausted.

You’re so done.

Another cry leaves your lips, head dipping down as you feel your shoulders sag — your arms just slowly wrap around Cater’s, feeling numb on the inside as you bury your head into his shoulder. You feel tears falling from your eyes, dripping down onto his uniform, staining it, yet you know he doesn’t care; he’s happy you just accepted him — he’s happy that you’re his and not someone else’s.

He rubs your back comfortingly (because no one else would do it), but you know he’s smiling.

“Aww, what’s wrong, [Name]?“ he coos as he laughs, his head resting on yours as he hugs you tightly, “I did’t mean to hurt you, but... you’re not going to push me away anymore, right~?“

You feel so tired as you nod your head, yes, eyes fluttering shut as you ignore the pain, the puffiness of your eyes, the weakness in your body, and you sigh, letting yourself fall asleep to the warmth of Cater's body — you give up; I’m tired.

“Aha, I knew you’d give in,“ he purrs as he cradles your head, providing you the comfort you needed by him, “You do love me~!“

“Mm...“ you nod your head, “Yeah...“

He chuckles, caressing your hair as he smiles. “I’ll protect you, of course~“

Because no one else would.

———

The day after, everyone knew something was up; something was wrong.

Were you always this blank? This dull? This... emotionless? Ace and Deuce felt uncomfortable, watching you smile blankly at them as you speak to them, talking, having conversations with them, but you didn’t feel there — you weren’t there with them. Were you always this blank and dull and emotionless, did they just never notice — did Grim ever notice?

The cat’s trying to stick onto you, latching onto the back of your uniform as you sit in front of the two. Looking ahead, you begin to write, paying attention to the lesson (well, at least that was normal).

Deuce is glancing at Ace, nudging him occasionally as he motions his head towards you with an incredulous look; he was confused and, understandably so, didn't know what to do with you. He was panicking internally, but externally, he was fine — he just seems worried about you, and so did the other two. Ace shrugs his shoulder with a helpless look, looking uncomfortable with the atmosphere that you single-handedly created.

Your head turns back to look at them, blinking slowly.

(Do something.)

“What’s wrong?“ you ask with that same smile; the creepy smile (stop it, don’t smile at them like that, it’s not right) that you wore ever since the day started. “Did something happen?“

(Say something’s wrong, please, take me away from here.)

Chills run down their spines as they look at you, an unsettling feeling growing inside of them as Deuce shakes his head with a forced laugh, making hand motions as he tries to speak. “N-Nothing at all, [Name]! There’s nothing wrong, we were just... talking about things!“ he tries to say, laughing in the process as he glances at Ace with a frantic expression, eyes flickering back to him and you.

Ace blinks before jolting, realizing what he was implying, “U-Uh, right...! We were talking about Deuce’s activities in his club — Track and Field or whatever, right?“

(Lies. Liar. You’re a liar, a dirty, dirty liar.)

The raven-haired student lets out a chortle, “Exactly—!“

You stare at them, unsettling the pair before you slowly turn your head to look ahead again.

(Can you help me, just this once?)

They both let out a sigh of relief simultaneously, Deuce having his hand on his chest. He thinks that it might just pop out of his chest, his hand clenching tightly into a fist, wrinkling his shirt as he smiles, wavering a bit. Ace doesn’t know what to say, he’s... It was safe to say that he was off-put by what was happening, stunned by what was going on  — he didn't understand it at all, and it was unsettling him in every way possible. He didn’t like it.

Grim didn’t even know what happened to his ‘underling’ — was it even safe to say that you were his underling (and rather, you were Cater’s underling)? He didn’t know what to say, he was too confused, too lost; he felt abandoned.

He felt abandoned.

(Forgive me, please.)

The Ramshackle dorm was quite lonely, even if there were three ghosts with him. It didn’t provide the comfort you gave him whenever it came to being in the dorm with him — you were always there to sleep with him, to encourage him, to be there with him; what happened to us?

He didn’t like the feeling of this, he didn’t enjoy it at all. Grim couldn’t be the ‘Great Grim’ if he didn’t have his underling (you) with him! It just felt wrong. He knew the others had a feeling of what was going on, Grim wasn’t dumb; he’s a little greedy, he’s a little bit hard-headed and stubborn, but by no means was he stupid — he knew the small looks Cater gave you, the fear that you reeked of whenever it came to Cater; just the mention of Cater made you shake, and you were practically unshakeable! Look at all the things you’ve gone through; overblots, fighting robots, you’ve done so much with so little time.

So why does Cater scare you?

(I’m sorry.)

Why are you like this?

(I didn’t mean to do this.)

Why did you leave him?

(I didn’t want this.)

———

The bell rings again, but you’re off — you left him, Ace, and Deuce alone. Well, not alone, but it felt lonely; lonelier without you being here. You always made things brighter, but today (and maybe just not today), you made today duller and more lonely — colder than usual in this god-forsaken academy.

Why?

Deuce is the first to break the silence, his face casts downwards as he speaks, “I think… I think we messed up.”

”Oh, really?” scoffs Ace, sneering, “What makes you say that, genius? The fact that he doesn’t hang out with us anymore? His eyes were red — you didn’t see it?”

Deuce flares up in return. “I know that! It’s just why was he crying?” he exclaims out of frustration, “I mean, he’s… he’s strong, right? He’s a leader! I don’t say it often, but… even for someone with no magic, he’s pretty damn strong!”

The two Heartslabyul students look disheartened, the both of them knowing that arguing wouldn’t work, but it was all they did — dammit! Why’d you have to go and leave, why couldn’t you just stay?

Why did you leave?

Grim dully says, “…He was sad.” The cat sighs, a drawn-out sigh, but even he couldn’t perk himself up — he couldn’t bother to be happy about this anymore. He can’t.

He just walks off, step after step, his ears drooping from the back of his head as he walks. Ace and Deuce watch him, the two of them looking helpless and even more disheartened than before.

(Guilt drags them down further into the hole they dug up themselves.)

———

Riddle Rosehearts.

He is not a fool, and no one has ever thought he was a fool — he’s a very smart boy, and he’s also very observant. He knows what Cater does to you, he knows it; the eyes are like the windows to the soul. He can see it whenever he looks you in the eye because it was something he’s gone through — fear of making a mistake, fear of breaking the rules, fear of everything because he’s been controlled before; he knows what it is like.

He doesn’t want to compare his good friend to his horrendous mother, but he doesn’t know what to say: they’re the same, but he doesn't want to say they're the same. He’s a good friend; Cater’s a good friend.

(Wait, were they friends? Was it ever stated that they were friends by any of them? Was it confirmed?)

He covers his mouth with his hand, brows furrowing as he stops; lost in thought. Riddle didn’t know what to say, he was at a loss of words — even if Cater was his friend, what about you? Were you his friend? Did you consider him a friend, did he consider you a friend?

“Look, if you... ever need someone,“ you sighed, looking at him as you rubbed the back of your head, “Don’t be afraid to come to me or whatever, I guess. It’s only because I feel bad for you, y’know? Uh... My family wasn’t that great, either, so... yeah. I just wanna try and help out with your problem, if you wanted to call it a problem.

He blinked before he scoffed as he crossed his arms. “My family problems aren’t something that you should be meddling with, Prefect,“ he said as he shook his head. “But... I suppose a thank you, would be good, too.“ He has his head turned away as he said it, ears slightly red as he huffed.

You looked at him with a startled expression, though it softened into a small grin.

“Yeah, of course — it’s what friends do, y’know?“

Riddle takes a step back as he realizes what he's done — what has he done? He grips his wand tightly as he looks at the floor, the tiles that he walks on, with a fearful gaze. With a hardened look, he cranes his head up as he turns his head to look in the direction of Cater’s room, walking towards it, marching; step after step.

“Cater.“ His voice is firm, but it held hesitation. “Cater, we need to talk.“

The doorknob jiggles, indicating that it was being unlocked before the door opens to reveal Cater, his eyes blank for a split second before it brightens almost instantaneously at Riddle. He smiles at the younger boy, waving his hand as he says in a cheery tone, “What’s up, Riddle? You're lookin’ totes cuter than usual!“

Riddle squints his eyes at the taller, huffing as he did so. “Quit talking, or else it’s off with your head...“ he mutters, crossing his arms as he furrows his brows. “We have an important topic to talk about at hand.“

The other blinks, opening the door slightly wider as he takes a step outside. “Ehh~? What happened, did some of the freshmen irritate you again? Was it Ace and Deuce~?“ he asks, almost teasingly, though he doesn't have a hint of a smile in his eyes as he looks down at Riddle with the cheery smile on his face, “I didn’t do anything, right~?”

The red-haired boy’s lips pursed in thought, and then he sighs.

“Cater, we need to talk about you and [Name].“

Almost instantly, the air feels chilly. Riddle contains himself, not shivering or shuddering as he looks in the eyes of Cater Diamond, whose eyes were different from his — the bright, cheerful expression on his turns into a dark, emotionless one as he raises an eyebrow. The smile drops, and Riddle hasn’t felt this way for years; he suddenly feels a pressure being put on him as he looks at Cater in the eye, his feet glued to the ground as he stiffens a little, his hands shaking just a little — he doesn’t like this feeling again.

He doesn’t want this feeling.

He doesn’t want to compare the two.

He really doesn’t want to compare them at all; it would be ironic to say he didn’t have the heart, despite all the things he’s done. But he just can’t see it when it comes to Cater, but now he can.

And now that just hurts.

Badly.

“What are you talking about?“

Riddle almost stills at the tone Cater took, his voice monotone and dead — cold and precise (almost like—). His eyes snap from his eyes to his face to his mouth to his body and back to his eyes, almost feeling like the world was zooming in on him and him only — why did he feel like suffocating?

“…What,” he pauses, taking a small exhale, “What do you mean? No, I meant…” He’s flustered, he doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore — any rational thought went straight out the window. “What I am implying is that… Aren’t you a little obsessed? I just think you should stop hanging out so much with him, that’s all.”

A little? No, no, it’s not ‘a little’… Riddle’s will is determined and strong, but it wasn’t strong enough.

Cater blinks, before he laughs — full-blown laughter as he holds his stomach, giggling away (reminds him of a Mad Hatter) as he shakes his head. “Riddle!” he chuckles, regaining composure, sighing, “Riddle, Riddle, Riddle… You’re a bit naïve, aren’t ya?”

His face flushes out of anger and embarrassment, ignoring whatever fear he had (this man was not his mother, he never will be), “What did you say…!?”

The ginger laughs again, waving his hand in the air. He smiles blankly at Riddle, shrugging his shoulders as his face wears a mean look. “I mean, come on,” he sneers, “Did you really think that because you said ‘Sorry’, we’d forgive you? For all the things you’ve done to me, to everyone else — god, looking at you makes me sick.”

”…Huh?” Riddle’s posture falters, he looks at Cater. Ah, it’s that feeling again — the feeling of desperation, the feeling of having no hope; he feels trapped and confined, chained back to his past (he was healing, he was healing, he was healing—). He moves to take a step back, but he catches himself as his gloved-fists clench tightly as he tries to muster up words — anything. “…You’re lying,” he claims with a heavy voice. “Cater… The Cater I know wouldn’t—“

He’s interrupted by a laugh — he’s interrupted by the look of crazed in Cater’s eyes.

Cater was the one to take a step forward, making Riddle take a step back. He leans down to the shorter’s height, the face he makes terrifying the younger one to his very core. “You don’t know anything, tyrant,” he spats out like a snake spitting out venom. “You wouldn’t know anything because you force everyone act a certain way just to please you — I’m done with that. I’ve done it for longer than I want to know, so you know what, Riddle?”

The junior grins at the trembling sophomore whose eyes are full of unwanted memories, full of unwanted emotions, full of fear and confinement.

”I think it’s time for you to get punishment — my own version of ‘Off With Your Head’, y’know~?”

Riddle, for once, wasn’t sure if the Cater he spent his two years in NRC was the true Cater — he wasn’t sure if any of this was real.

He covers his head, hearing multiple Cater’s as he shuts his eyes tightly; they were all repeating words he’s heard, all from his mother — he was getting better, he was trying, he was getting better, please— Someone, help him, someone help, just anyone—

“No one’s going to help you~”

He’s not sure if he screamed or if he cried.

———

You don’t remember what happened next, but you do remember having to deal with Cater.

There’s nothing you can feel inside you that'll surely fix you from what happened, you’re not even sure if you’re going to go home anymore. The ’research’ , the things that were happening — you’re tired, you do wanna go home (back home to those who weren’t that nice, but you were sure that they’d be better; they’d be so fucking better—)

“You love me, right~?“

“Mhm.“

“Right~?“I

You smile.

“Yeah!“

Post, post, post... You weren’t sure how many Magicam photos he posts on it, but you know he has a ton of you and him with a bunch of hashtags (#Cute#Darling#[Name]#CoupleGoals). You always had the same smile, though it was always blank. You weren’t sure if you remember, but Ace and Deuce weren't there with you anymore — you three weren’t seen with each other as often.

“[Name]," Cater says, talking to you as he looks at you with that damned smile, “Don’t talk to them anymore, ’kay?“

“Oh.“ You blink, opening your mouth to question him, but the look in his eyes makes you instantly shut your mouth. Instead, you smile at him pleasantly, all the whilst saying, “Sure. Anything for you.“

In fact, you were positive you lost connection with them at some point.

Whenever you look at Azul, he doesn’t look at you with happiness — he looks at you with sadness.

They don't sit next to you anymore, they sit away from you — far, far away from you. You're not sure if you remember the last time you had the warmth of Grim sleeping next to you (it was replaced by Cater), you're not sure if you remember Azul talking to you with kind words for once and how happy he looked whenever he conversed with you (oh, kind Azul, how you miss him dearly), and you're not sure if you remember seeing Riddle with happiness anymore (he looks dead, he looks dead — what happened, what did you do Cater?).

You don't remember much anymore.

You just remember Cater.

Everything was about Cater.

Cater this, Cater that, Cater here, Cater there — you didn't like this.

You really, really didn't like this.

You’re so tired, but when you feel Cater's hand on your shoulder as you sit next to him during lunch, his hold on you tightening with each passing minute, you finally remember: smile. Just smile. Smile for him, smile for Grim, smile for Ace, smile for Deuce, smile for Riddle, smile for Azul, smile for—

“Ahh~ You make me so happy, [Name]!“

—when will you smile for yourself?

(When did you last smile for yourself?)

You smile.

“You make me happy, too, Cater!“

Because, dear [Name], you were never going to escape this twisted wonderland — you were never meant to be happy, never in the slightest. In fact, you’re here for him and only him!

Stay with him forever.

#cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #cater x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #yandere x reader #x reader #x male reader #yandere #yuureoo

[ta0ken]

pairing: baji keisuke x gn! reader

summary: you get hurt, but it’s all for baji.

warnings: fluff, maybe angst; bittersweet?

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot, did you know that?” Baji grumbles, wrapping bandages around your arms as he gives you a disappointed look. “Who in their right fucking mind would go in to fight a whole ass gang?”

You wince when he puts on alcohol on an injury, teary-eyed due to the pain. “…M-Me, I guess,” you murmur, ducking your head in self-deprecation, disappointed in yourself as well. You let out a small sigh, saying, “I… Uh, I just wanted a good fight.”

The long-haired boy looks up at you, giving you a dead stare that made you shudder, and you turn your head away. He scoffs in return, though it wasn’t unkind (nor really directed towards you), his hands tending to every injury you received.

You glance back at him, head still turned, to catch a glimpse of him. He still looks the same as always, but his hair was let down this time - heat rushed to your face, the more you look at him, but he was too pretty, you thought. But he was also too pretty and handsome for you.

“Why’d you even get in the damn fight, anyway?” he questions, not looking at you. There’s a tone in his voice that you can’t quite pinpoint, but you ignore it, and decide to answer his question.

“…No reason.”

He snaps.

“Bullshit.”

His hands tighten around your arms, and he finally looks at you. Even though his grip is firm and tight, he’s not hurting you, you realize. And his eyes, they’re full of concern.

There’s a sudden weight in your chest that you can’t describe, but you frown, turning your head.

“I… I’m sorry, but that’s… my reason,” you whisper, but it wasn’t.

The people you fought were badmouthing Baji, you couldn’t just let them do that. it didn’t seem right (it wasn’t right).

“[Name],” he says, “you worried me, okay? You made me fuckin’ worry! Did you know how I felt when you came to my goddamn house, all beaten up ‘n injured?!” His voice is angry and heavy, and he speaks as though there’s a lump inside his throat the more he talks to you.

Baji rests his forehead onto your hands, holding them gently and closely.

“You are my friend, and I care about you a lot. So, just fucking tell me—what happened?”

You stare at him, brows furrowing and throat feeling try as you try to speak. “I…” you utter out, “I… I fought them, because…” and with a breath, you say, “I fought them because they were talking shit about you, okay?! I… I didn’t like that, so I ended up fighting them—the whole gang.”

“And yeah,” you admit, nodding, “it might’ve been dumb to you, but it wasn’t to me! ‘Cause I care about you and like y—“ your mouth snaps shut, eyes wide in realization of what you said.

The Captain looks up to you with a surprised expression, mouth slightly parted.

You avoid his gaze, desperate to leave, but you can’t. You were too injured to move, and you wouldn’t escape the boy, even if you tried.

It felt like everything was weighing you down, and that you couldn’t breathe. The silence was deafening, and you found it ironic, that silence could be the loudest thing ever.

You lower your head, heaving out a breath.

“…I must be the lamest person you’ve met, huh?” you chuckle, “I ended up fighting a gang because they badmouthed you. And now, I’m confessing that I li—“

Arms wrap around you suddenly, startling you, and you lean back due to the sudden force.

Baji lets out a breathy laugh, his arms tightening around you. “I’m glad you like me, because I like you, too,” he tells you, voice thick with emotion. “But don’t make those dumb decisions just for me, okay? I don’t want you to die on me, because of some dumbass who chose to talk shit about me. Who knows what people carry on them nowadays?”

You stare at the wall blankly, hands slowly grabbing the boy that held you tightly, digging your fave into his shoulder as you close your eyes. You breathe in, calming your racing heart, and breathe out, trying to process everything.

“…Okay,” you whisper, “I’ll try not to. But, you just gotta promise me you’ll live, okay?”

“Yeah, I promise,” he chuckles, leaning back, and slowly kissing you on the forehead. “I ain’t gonna leave my partner behind—I’m not that type of guy.”

You softly laugh.

“I’d hope not.”

Liar.

#baji keisuke #baji x reader #baji keisuke x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyorev x reader #yuureoo #x reader #gender neutral reader

[ta0ken]

pairing: draken (ryuguji ken) x m!reader

summary: you’re just here to hang out with draken, that’s all.

warnings: fluff

You watch Draken tinker on one of the bikes he was working on, bored out of your mind. You weren’t doing anything, but he was (sadly), so there was simply nothing to do. You let out a small sigh, sitting next to him as he fixes one of the gears in the motorbike.

“If you’re so bored,” he mutters, sparing you a glance, “you can leave. It won’t hurt my feelings.”

You give him a grin in response, laughing a little, “I wouldn’t dare leave my boyfriend alone—passing up the opportunity to spend time with him just doesn’t seem right, dont’cha think, Draken?” You lean forward, watching him closer, “Plus, I’ve never really watched you do this before.”

He narrows an eye, before going back to working on the bike. “Whatever,” he sighs, “Just don’t distract me.”

You lean onto your hand, continuing to watch him with a smile. “I have the best boyfriend,” you tease, gauging his reaction. “He’s very kind, did you know?”

Draken rolls his eyes, but he nods his head, a huff of a chuckle leaving his lips, “That so?”

You laugh a little, nodding as well, “Yeah. He’s always letting me bother him during work, too.” You glance over at the bike, and then his hands, eyes softening, “He’s always working hard, too… Making the best of life.”

The blonde stops for a second, pausing. “…” He silently smiles, his chest feeling light as he resumes back to working.

“I have the best boyfriend, too, then,” he slightly laughs.

You give him another grin, eyes-closed, “Do you?”

He nods his head, turning to you as well. He has a small smile on his face, and you were content to see him smile (though, you did feel like mush, once more). “I know I do,” he softly says, leaning towards you.

You raise a brow, smile turning slightly mischievous. “And what would you do, if your boyfriend was right in front of you?”

Draken chuckles, leaning over to plant a kiss on your forehead. “I would kiss him on the forehead,” and trailed his lips down to your eye, hands holding yours, “and appreciate him.” He kisses you on the lips softly, a hint of a smile on his.

You laugh softly against the kiss, murmuring, “What do you know? I’d do the same.”

“Maybe we were just talking about each other then,” he teases, resting his sweaty forehead against yours, but you didn’t care.

It was just you and him; that’s all that matters.

“Maybe we were,” you chuckle, kissing him once more. “But I’m not complaining.”

You were happy, and that’s all that matters.

#tokyo revengers x reader #draken #draken x reader #ryuguji ken x reader #x reader #x male reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyorev x reader #yuureoo

[ta0ken]

MORS CERTA, HORA INCERTA (death is certain, its hour is uncertain)

❝𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮❞ — atticus.

have you ever felt what it was like to dream? to even vividly remember the dream? how does it feel; does it feel nice? you wonder and wonder, but the dreams are always there (only with a few changes). you're only reliving a dream.

← farewell forever                                                                illi omnes mori in finem →

YOU STAND WITH YOUR BACK STRAIGHT, not really paying any attention to the meeting that was taking place before you, eyes glancing away. You weren't even sure what division you were under, but you didn't really care, letting out a tiny yawn, covering your mouth. Chatter rang out through the meeting location, various members talking and some glancing towards you, wondering who you were.

Closing your eyes, you put your hands in your pockets, searching them for your pack of cigarettes. Taking it out, you fish for your lighter, putting a cigarette in between your lips.

"The pre-battle meeting for our fight against Valhalla..." Draken announces, stepping forward with Mikey, "...will now begin!"

Just as you were about to light your cigarette, not really caring about the meeting, someone stops you by taking the lighter out of your hands. You look at the culprit, a brow raising in confusion and somewhat irritation. "...Mitsuya," you drawl, sighing, and spoke in a hushed tone, "what's the reason?"

"We're surrounded by other people," he replies, holding your lighter hostage. "At least, be mindful of those around you."

You shrug your shoulders, glancing away.

"Sure."

Looking back at the front, Mikey stands in front of you all at the very top, and you almost forget that he's 15-years-old, not an adult. Your shoulders sag a little, but his seems to be sagging more than yours, almost like a heavy weight is placed upon them (and maybe, there is a heavy weight there).

"I'm glad to see you all here today!" he says in a loud tone, looking at everyone, "Tomorrow, we're going head-to-head with Valhalla. They picked this fight with us. There's nothing for us to gain!" but as he continues to speak, his eyes droop just a little, and you can tell that he's sad, "...Also... Baji has sided with our enemy! We don't go easy on traitors! That's Toman's policy!"

You ignore the stare that you can feel on the side of your head, thanks to Mitsuya. He's concerned, but you don't want to worry him: you give him a grin and wave your hand, murmuring, "I'm alright."

(Your teeth clenches tightly on the cigarette stick.)

"...Can I..." Mikey utters in a blank but hushed tone, "...just be a kid?" And you watch him sit on the steps of the stairs, everyone looking at him in surprise, as he smiles and announces, "I don't wanna fight Baji."

You breathe out, slightly grinning in exasperation.

"So, here's my solution!" he declares, standing up proud and tall, "Lend me your strength, everyone! Tomorrow, we're gonna crush Valhalla... and take Baji back!" He has a confident grin on his face, the more he talks, the sadness dissipating, "That's how we fight our battles!"

And everyone cheers.

"YEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"

✎______

You lean onto a car, already smoking, with Mitsuya standing by you, giving you a look of disappointment. You put your lighter back in one of your pockets, glancing at the spectators that were watching. "...Eh," you hum in interest, "the Haitani brothers... Didn't think they'd come as well." Nudging the lilac-haired boy, you snicker, asking quietly, "You think they like guys?"

"They'd murder you," he deadpans. He looks at them for a second, noticing that the pair was looking over towards you both, eyeing you two, and he instantly turns you away, saying hurriedly, "They definitely don't look like they like guys, but I'm sure there are other people who'd like you."

"Perhaps," you snort, grinning at him. "Does my liege like guys, perhaps?"

He rolls his eyes, slightly shoving your face away, an exasperated smile on his face.

"FIGHTERS!" Hansen bellows, "MAKE YOUR ENTRANCE!"

A hand pats your back, pushing you forward. You glance over towards the other, and he motions you to keep walking, mouthing, 'That's our sign.' With a nod, you begin to walk, though Mitsuya passes you, walking towards the front. You blink, leaning off to the side a little, ignoring that you might be invading someone's space. Ah, right, he's a Captain. I forgot.

Squinting your eyes, you raise a brow. "...Where's Pah-chin?" you mutter to yourself, puffing out smoke as you sigh.

"Tokyo Manji Gang!"

"Valhalla!"

You rub your chin, glancing away. Hmm... A fight between two gangs; I wonder if this follows a 'prophecy'. You let out a quiet snort at your own thoughts, slumping, Ha. Yeah, I'm just being dramatic.

"Hansen-kun!" Mikey exclaims, "First off, I'd like to thank you... for over-seeing this fight today."

"Hah." The other simply sneers, "If this fight sucks, I'm kickin' all your asses."

You take out your cigarette, noticing that it was already near the bud, and you deadpan. Taking out another, you stare off into the distance with heavy eyelids, your eyes drooping as you notice the person that was the representative from Valhalla. Ah, Kazutora... You let out a breath from your nose, exhaling softly, and shook your head.

Man.

"Over-seer? Condition?" Kazutora's voice drops to a low and dangerous tone, grinning widely, "You guys think this is a game?" He turns around, spreading his arms wide to emphasize his point, "We came here—"

"Shall we begin, Mikey?!"

You inhale through your nose.

"—to torture you punks to death!"

You breathe out smoke.

"LET'S DO THIS, TOMAN!"

Watching everyone run, you took in a deep breath, ignoring the smoke that could possibly kill your lungs, the more you inhale. Glancing around the area, you notice someone creeping up from behind. Your eyes flicker over to them, twisting your heel and kicking the male in the face. Taking out the cigarette from your lips, you exhale once more, looking down on the person.

You punch a guy across the face, grimacing when you felt the prickling pain on your hand when you punched the man. "...Ugh," you groan, cradling it, "it's been way too long since I've last fought—"

A shout catches your attention, your eyes darting over immediately - it was someone rushing towards you.

"Oh, shit—" you wheeze, feeling the man's fist dig into your abdomen, face scrunching up due to pain. Your cigarette almost falls from your mouth, but you're quick to dig your teeth into the bud, stopping it. "Hey..." you utter out, managing to stand up despite the pain, and point the opposite direction, "take a look at the other side of hell for me?"

"Huh—"

You duck underneath him, swiping your leg underneath him, hurriedly standing up. You rub your shoulder, slightly stretching as you sigh, muttering profanities under your breath. "Fuckin' lameasses..." you scowl, whipping around to throw a punch towards someone, biting down on your cigarette, mumbling out, "Numbers really do affect a gang fight, doesn't it?"

"Mitsuya! [Name]! You guys doin' okay?!"

"Yeah!"

"Sure," you say, getting punched across the face. "Ow."

The man reels his fist back once more, grabbing your uniform. You grin, feeling sweat drip down the side of your cheek as you watch him take his 'sweet time' (he really wasn't that slow) to punch you, and headbutt him in the face, ignoring his cry of pain. "Fuck off," you muster out, frowning. Twirling around, you took a hold of his arm, and you flip him over, breathing heavily.

"...I wasn't made to fight," you mutter to yourself, wiping away the blood leaking from your lips. "Damn."

"RAAAGH!"

Your head turns to the loud voice, blinking wildly. "Who—"

"COME AND GET ME, ASSHOLES! No way in hell you're takin' me down. I'm gonna finish this fight, you'll see..." the boy staggers, but catches himself, screaming loudly, "I'M GONNA KICK... ALL YOUR ASSES!"

Huh? You stare blankly, furrowing your brows. But you can barely stand, how are you going to manage that? Taking a drag out of your cigarette, you exhale, tired of everything. "Hm..." You watch with interest, seeing the other Toman members beginning to get riled up from the boy's words, though you've never really thought about it enough; is this what it's like to be in a gang? Is it to prove your pride?

You take out your cigarette.

"Ah... Looks like they made Draken riled up, too."

Watching him single-handedly take out ten of the Valhalla members, you let out a small laugh, closing your eyes. Mostly everyone surrounding the guy, Hanma, was defeated by Draken and the other Toman members, you were busy looking for a certain someone (who you'd call your friend, but is he your friend?).

"MIKEY!"

Your head whips towards the sound, noticing Draken looking somewhere. Following his gaze, he was looking at Mikey, who was... on a pile of cars, laying down. You watch blankly, squinting your eyes as you stare at the scene. (What are you doing? Pay attention to the fight, you remind yourself) But, the more Kazutora prattles on, the more Mikey seems enranged.

He lifts his leg, with someone holding onto it, and—wait, wait, he took them out. You blink, lifting your head up. Then, murmurs rang out through the field.

They were loud, so so loud.

Your head was ringing.

"Follow me, men!"

Footsteps, shouting, punches and kicks, everything seems loud. Your hands reaches your ears, covering them as you try to breathe, but too many people were shoving past you screaming and shouting and oh, it was too loud—

"KISASKI!"

The voice is clear, it's familiar, and you know exactly who it is. Your hands are gone from your ears, ignoring the ringing, and your erratic breathing returns to normal as you try to look for him, looking around wildly—where, where, where, where, where, where—?

Your eyes land onto him, but he's on the ground, he fell from the stack of cars (who?), but someone's in his way—Chifuyu—and they're talking (but you don't know what). He's nervous, he's scared, you may be far away, but you know he's trembling. He looks up to Baji Keisuke too much to even hurt him, you know that. That's why you're walking towards the pair, making your way towards them—stop stop, stop it.

"LET'S STOP BAJI-KUN TOGETHER!! CHIFUYU!"

You can't care enough to listen to the prattling of the blonde kid—Takemitchy—and you stare at the person that's gradually approaching the three.

"What are you doing, Kazutora?" you ask, standing with your hands in your pockets.

His eyes widen, eyes trailing up towards you as you stare him down, cigarette still in between your lips (but your eyes are filled with sadness - why?). "I wanted to kill... Baji..." he gasps, only to get pushed away by Takemitchy, and they both fall down from the cars.

"Are you okay, [Name]-kun?!"

You stare blankly at the male, before shoving past him.

"[Name], wait," Baji says, catching your attention, "...You got stabbed, didn't you?"

A pause.

Turning your head towards him, your eyes are cold, and you manage to say, "Don't even, Keisuke." Ignoring his widen eyes, you approach Kazutora, who stares at you. There's still ringing in your ears, from how loud everyone is (was), but you couldn't care anymore. You shove past Mikey, who's hellbent on murdering Kazutora.

"Move, Mikey. I'm ending this."

And Mikey moves.

"Hey, Hanemiya... Do you think," you grin widely, "that you're a hero?" You can feel your annoyance surging through your veins, the more you look at the boy in front of you: he used to be your friend, don't you remember? He was muttering things, and god did you not care. You ignore the searing pain in your stomach, because you can't afford to care anymore (not when he almost killed—).

Before he could even speak, you kick him across the face, rolling your eyes. "Don't answer that," you say coldly, narrowing your eyes at him, "Because... you're not a hero in my eyes, anyway."

You could feel blood rising up from your throat, the more you carry on, and you ignore the blood splattering on the uniform of Kazutora, the more you kick him around like a ragdoll. Picking up the iron rod that he used to beat up Mikey, you hit him straight across the head, breathing heavily. "Why...?" you ask, "Why do you... ignore the things that you have... Hanemiya?"

Watching his eyes widen, you kick him in the chest, forcing him to the ground.

"You're... so ignorant," you mutter, throwing a punch across his face. "We're only 15-years-old or maybe even younger... Stop fuckin' around, do you... want to kill more people...?"

Footsteps rush towards you, hands grabbing the uniform you wear, you try to push them away, your hands reaching to grab Kazutora. You're in a frenzy, but you don't see it (why can't you? Stop it, please—), because you're too focused on trying to kill him. You're angry, and you're sad, but you're also just a kid, aren't you?

"[Name], stop it," Baji? Keisuke tells you, holding you back as his arms tighten around you. "This ain't your fuckin' fight! Just leave me alone and let me—"

"Stop fucking... trying to do things on... your own, Baji!" you shout at him, trying to pull your arms out of his grip, "We're in this... together, aren't we...?!" For once, you felt like you could scream the entire day, shouting profanities, screaming at people, because you were just tired. Even then, you weren't strong enough.

You didn't fight as many gangs as Baji or the others did, you didn't fight as many people as Baji or the others did, you didn't do much as Baji or the others did.

There was no way you could try and get out of his grip.

(It hurts.)

Suddenly, blood gushes out from your mouth, and you cough. You hack up blood, getting it on the uniform you wear, your hands holding the stab wound in your abdomen. You could feel your gaze become hazy, and you blink, watching everything turn blurry. Shutting your eyes tightly, you muster up the strength to push Baji away, and you stand, staggering and stumbling.

"[Name]…!"

You stare at the ground, breathing, watching everything turn into a blur. It's hard to concentrate, you realize, but it's also hard to think. (Is this what it feels like when you're dying...?)

"...Baji, Kazutora," you rasp out, feeling your legs give in, but you refuse, and you give them a bloody smile, feeling the crimson red liquid drip down from your mouth, "…it's not your fault."

And that's all you can remember.

(What's with the crying faces? Everything's fine, don't worry. I promise.)

✎______ [Name] was with Kazutora and Baji when Shinichiro died.

You wake up, eyes hazy and in a daze, unable to concentrate. Squinting a bit, you wait, letting your eyes readjust to the sudden brightness, and you let out a loud sigh.

"[Name]...?" a dreary voice asks, sounding as though they had just woken up. "[Name]—!"

Entirely done with what you can hear, you sink into the hospital bed, muttering, "You're too loud for a hospital, Keisuke..." Your eyes flicker over to him, seeing his eyes once bright eyes dim, the light dissipating at the way you spoke of his name. He slouches, slumping back into the chair, and he lowers his head.

"...Are you okay?" he asks quietly.

"I'm fine." Your eyes take him in, and you open your mouth, only to instantly close it. But are you okay?

Baji doesn't look at you, and you finally look away from him. It's silent, but it's peaceful, but it's also tense. You're not quite sure what to say, and he isn't either, from his nervous expression. You choose to stare up at the ceiling, sometimes glancing at him, but you try to make it seem dubious.

His hand (when did it get there?) wraps around yours tightly, and he rests his head against it, letting out a small, but heavy breath.

“I’m… I’m just glad you’re alive,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb gently over your knuckles.

There’s a sudden pang in your chest as you look at him, and it hurts really badly. You only sigh, ignoring the pain in your chest, managing to keep your gaze steady and  your lips went into a thin line. He looks sad, but you didn’t mean to make him sad.

”…I’m sorry,” you murmur back, lowering your head. “…I was just worried, I guess.”

He doesn’t stop rubbing your hand, assuring himself that you’re right there. Baji nods his head numbly, before giving you a wide grin, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You were worried for me…? Thanks,” he says in a tone you can’t decipher, “but, I didn’t need your help.”

“I know,” you tell him, looking away and towards the window. “But I just wanted to help a friend.”

His hand stops, and—

“So did I,” he whispers.”

You turn your head back to him, a small smile on your face with your eyes closed. “I guess we wanted to help different people, huh?”

He lets out a low chuckle, his voice quieting near the end.

”I guess.” 

✎______

Kazutora sits down beside you, brushing his hand in your hair as your eyes are closed, tears running down his face. He didn’t mean to stab you, no, he would never (you were his close friend, how could he stab you?). It was intended for Baji, but even then, maybe none of this would’ve happened if he had just realized it was his fault.

He mutters apologies, even when the police near him and your body. He knows you’re not dead, but if you were dead, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

The death of two people on him? God, he must be some sort of guy.

He’s not quite sure what happened within the time he got arrested, because his thoughts were too cluttered for him to even pay attention. He didn’t pay attention at all to what was said to him, he just nodded and did whatever they wanted him to do. And, to be honest, he didn’t expect a visit from Draken nor Takemitchy nor Baji.

He just nods his head to whatever the three tell him, gaze unsteady but there’s a sense of sanity in there.

”[Name] forgives you, by the way,” Baji says, being the last one to leave. “And so does Mikey.”

His eyes widen, and he stares at the desk, his head slightly lowering by the second as he can feel tears welling up in his eyes. His lips tremble and he grips his pants as he tries to not cry (but he’s only 15-years-old). Sniffles escapes him as he cries quietly, a weight of whatever lifted off his shoulders.

Baji only laughs at the scene, before leaving and saying, “Take care of yourself, Kazutora. And don’t die on me, jackass.”

”…Right,” the other mumbles. “Of course.”

#tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #x reader #male reader #reader insert #y/n #yuureoo

[ta0ken]

AETERNUM VALE (farewell forever)

❝𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮❞ — atticus.

have you ever felt what it was like to dream? to even vividly remember the dream? how does it feel; does it feel nice? you wonder and wonder, but the dreams are always there (only with a few changes). you're only reliving a dream.

← in books, freedom                      death is certain, its hour is uncertain →

❝WHAT HAPPENED, CHIFUYU.❞

The boy before you looks away, too uncomfortable to even speak. His eyes dart all over the place, not wanting to open his mouth, the other blonde behind him looking scared, as you stare him down, eyes unusually blank. Chifuyu doesn't know what to say, but he's been like this - he's always trying to make you not worry but you're worried.

"Chifuyu..." you say slowly, "who did this?"

There are bandages all over him, and there are faint bruises all over his face. He directs his gaze towards the ground, looking at his shoes, shifting around, trying not to talk to you. You can tell that he's uncomfortable, and that he's hiding something from you (but you can't break down, asking him "Why?" because you just can't—), and you want to know why.

"Nothing... happened, [Name]," he says quietly, looking up towards you, "I just got into a bad fight."

Your eyes glance over at the blonde behind him, noticing that he had a bewildered expression, then your eyes flicker back down to Chifuyu. "You're a liar," you state, hands in your pockets, back hunched over. You narrow your eyes, leaning towards him, "And you're bad at hiding things, Matsuno."

He stiffens, lips in a thin line as he once again avoids your gaze. Your gaze is hard and steely, never backing down, but he's the one to back down (but he'd never do that; the Chifuyu you knew before would never). You watch his fists clench with unbearable tightness, and he turns his back towards you, saying quietly:

"I'm sorry, [Name], but I can't tell you."

You watch him walk away, the blonde glancing between you and Chifuyu, before stuttering out a small "S-Sorry, bye, [Name]-kun...!" and ran away, catching up to the other.

Your brows furrow, a crease forming as you clench your teeth. "Tch..." you click your tongue, turning on your heel as you march off, agitated. You pull out a pack of cigarettes, taking out a stick, and putting it in between your lips. Fishing for your lighter, you felt something wet hit you; it was raining. You bit down on the bud, pulling up your hood, and tried to look for your lighter, muttering profanities in the process.

"Fuck..." you curse, "Did I leave it at home?"

You spat out your damp cigarette, stomping on it even though it wasn't even lit. You glare at it, taking out your phone in the process, and began to text one person that you knew should know what happened to Chifuyu: Baji Keisuke.

...But your brow twitches at the contact name Baji gave himself, even more irked. "What kind of fucking name is 'Kei-Kei'?" you hiss, leaning over your phone to cover it from getting wet in the rain.

[Name] [Surname] 7:30 Hey, what the hell happened to Chifuyu?

Kei-Kei 7:30 uh

i don't know?

[Name] [Surname] 7:31 Keisuke.

Kei-Kei 7:31 i'm sorry, [name]

but, i have to go. bye <3

[Name] [Surname] 7:32 You can't just—

I know you can fucking see my messages, Keisuke; tell me what happened to him, right now. Keisuke.

Read 7:32

Your grip on your phone tightens as you stare at it, a tight smile forming, your eye twitching. "...I see," you mutter, turning your head away, ignoring the fact that you might be late to school. "I get it. I understand. Yeah. I totally do." You could feel your anger beginning to swell up, your chest becoming tighter, the more you dwelled on the thought of Baji not wanting to talk to you.

(It hurts.)

You dial someone's phone number, ignoring the droplets of rain that drip down your face.

"Hello?" Draken's voice comes from the other side of the phone, confused. You can hear shifting in the background, as well as rain, meaning that he was outside, doing something (probably with Mikey, really).

"Ryuguji," you say blankly.

The shifting stops and, "...What happened?"

It takes a lot for you to not shout and scream at him because you know he knows what's happening: you can feel your chest tightening as you try to even speak. "No, that's my questo- question, Ryuguji." You ignore the stumble in your words because you're too busy being angry to even care about a simple mistake like that. "What the fuck is happening in Toman right now?"

"...Huh? Are you trying to say something?" he questions, a hint of hostility in his voice. "You don't just fucking call someone, to accuse 'em of somethin', [Name]."

You let out a laugh full of disbelief, shoving your other hand inside your pocket. "You're funny, Ryuguji, because as far as I know, Chifuyu was beaten to a fuckin' pulp, and that Baji's not responding to me," you scoff, clenching your phone, "And I know you and Mikey know." But the more you spoke, the more your voice wavers, and you didn't like that.

You weren't supposed to waver, in times like these.

There's a sigh on the other end, and a quiet, "Hold on" leaving you to wait for whatever.

"Hi, [Name]-chan," Mikey says, but you can tell he wasn't happy.

You let out a small sigh, leaning back against a wall. "...Mikey, I just wanna know," you mutter lowly, head lowering into your knees as you hold them close to your chest, "What happened?"

"Okay," he agrees. "Let's meet at my house then."

"...Fine."

✎______

You put your hands in your pockets, standing outside of the Sano Household, glancing away. You let out a tiny sneeze, realizing that you had stood in the rain for a bit too long than you should've. You rub the back of your head, sighing when you notice that it was damp. "...I should've brought an umbrella," you murmur, taking out your pack of cigarettes.

"..."

It was completely ruined, and your face turns at the sight, disappointed.

"[Name]-chan?"

You lift your head, looking at the pair that just arrived in front of you. "Ah," you wave your hand, faltering when you sneezed, "...Sorry. Anyway, uh—" You cut yourself off, having been dragged towards the household by someone, making you blink in surprise. You stumble a little, trying to follow whoever was dragging you as you mutter, "I need'ta get to school soon, so like, I'm—"

"Just shut up already," Draken says, deadpanning, holding an umbrella. "You're goin' inside, whether you like it or not."

You let out a small snort, realizing that it was Mikey that was dragging you towards his house. "Come on, [Name]-chan, you're gonna get sick," he says blandly, stating the obvious.

You deadpan.

✎______

[Name] used to visit the Sano Household before he stopped hanging out with the others.

"Where's Em-choo! Emma—Where's Emma?" you sneeze, trying to talk. You ruffle your hair with the towel given to you, drying yourself off. "Is she... not here?"

Mikey shrugs, leaning back into the couch. "I dunno... Maybe at school?"

You lean forward towards the shorter, saying, "Well, since I have to go to school soon, can we talk?" You didn't want to rush, but you also didn't want to be late for school. You glance at your phone, seeing the time: 8:02

"..." The shorter blonde blinks at you, before nodding, "Sure. We can talk. Ask away, I guess."

You ease down, relaxing a little. Your brows furrow, your mind racing back to the memory of Baji's poem from the future (but was it the future, or was it a dream?), hand opening and closing as you try to process your thoughts. A small sigh leaves your lips, and you quietly murmur, with your head lowered, "Tell me everything, that's all I want to know."

"...Baji quit Toman, and joined Valhalla, a gang that's lead by Hanma Shuji," Mikey says, gauging your reaction. "I don't know what caused it, but I asked Takemitchy to bring him back, but he only brought back the Vice-Captain, Chifuyu."

"Then," you scowl, "what the hell happened to Chifuyu?"

Draken lets out a small scoff, leaning back against the couch, raising a brow. "You're smart, aren't you, [Name]? Isn't it obvious?"

"Wh—" You pause. "Ah. Is that it?" Your face shifts into a blank expression, leaning back, ignoring the coldness of your back, "...Huh." You look up in thought, not caring about anything, "..."

"...If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, don't fucking do it," the taller warns, narrowing his eyes towards you. "Because you're not gonna get him back. He already did his test of faith or whatever, so don't do it—he's been causin' trouble lately, I hope you know. Hasn't he told you about his situation?"

You don't answer him, turning your head, gaze downcast.

"[Name]." He stresses your name as though he knows what you want to do, "Don't. You're not even in a gang, so why should you care? Toman's business isn't your business."

Mikey doesn't say anything, staring at something else; outside.

"Then, let me join Toman," you suddenly say, face turning serious. "It's not like I don't know how the gang works, I've hung out with y'al—you guys, since a long ass time. I know the people in there, too."

"No," the shorter refutes, "I don't want you to get caught up in our mess, [Name]-chan."

"But I do," you argue back, glaring at him. "Toman's all over the fucking place, I can tell! It's gone to shit for a long ass time," you stand up, clenching the towel in your hands tightly, "So, please, let me join you in the fight against Valhalla. I won't make say anything about it, I won't bother you about it—Just let me join you."

Draken sighs, saying, "No—"

"Fine," Mikey says.

"Mikey—"

You blink, turning your head towards Mikey.

He gives you a small smile, patting your shoulder as he stands up. "I understand how you feel," he nods, ignoring Draken's blatant stare of 'Why', hand resting on your shoulder, "I care about Baji, too... You can join Toman. But first, you have to visit Mitsuya to get your uniform; he wouldn't mind, either. You're a good friend of ours."

Staring at him, you let your head droop, and your shoulders relax as you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

"...Thanks."

(For once in your life, you felt relieved.)

"Mhm."

✎______

Opening your eyes, you blinked, looking around you. “…Back here, huh,” you muttered to yourself, glancing away. You were in your room once more, and you accomplished nothing at all.

You stared at your hands, furrowing a brow. “…Urk—!” you groaned, holding your head, “What the hell… is with this sudden pain in my head…?” The pain subdued, but there was a certain tightness in your chest. You looked up, eyes wide, trying to process what was happening.

”…You’re lying.”

Your voice dropped to a whisper, hands shaking in the process.

”…Kazutora, Mikey, Baji… What have you guys done?”

Memories, flowing inside your head - they wouldn’t stop: they can’t stop. You shut your eyes tightly, trying not to focus on the pain, but it was all you could feel. Holding your head, trying to breathe, but you couldn’t breathe.

”Shit…” you cursed, “This shouldn’t be happening… There’s no way something like that could happen—!”

From what you could gather, you were in the future, and something was causing it to change—you’re sure of it (and you’re tired of it). You clenched your fists, glaring down at the ground, trying to figure out what was happening. I’m in the future, yet nothing around me feels like things have changed, but things definitely changed.

”…Hm.”

You looked up at your ceiling, letting out a tiny sigh. “…I didn’t think…” you muttered quietly, “that I’d be here, stuck… Was joining Toman truly the right choice?”

The more you muttered to yourself, the more your surroundings began to change. You didn’t realize it until your hand brushed against something cold: a doorknob.

You knock on the door to the classroom that you know belongs to a certain President of the Home Economics club, waiting for a call or whatever. The person you were trying to visit was Mitsuya Takashi, who called you over to his school to receive the uniform (though, you really didn't want to do it).

"Oh, [Name]-chan," Mitsuya greets, opening the door with a smile, "It's been a while."

You wave your hand in response, giving him a grin, "Yo, Mitsuya." You waltz inside the room, ignoring the number of girls that were inside, sweat-dropping in the process. "...So, you called me here for the uniform, right?" you query, glancing over to the taller boy, hands in your pockets.

He lets out a small laugh, grinning. "Yeah... To be honest, I didn't think you'd join Toman," he admits, rubbing the back of his head. "You'd always decline Mikey's or, er... Baji's invites to join, too... So, I was kind of surprised when Mikey called me, saying to prepare you a uniform!"

All you did in response was shrug.

"Anyway... I'll be needing your measurements and things like that," he says, walking towards his sewing machine. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you look fine in it."

You stare at him, deadpanning, before huffing, amused. You put a hand to your chest, raising your other one (always one for dramatics...), eyes closed as you say, "Thank you, Mitsuya, my... er, friend, for, uh..." faltering, you began to lower your hands, lips forming a thin line as you continue to try and come out with a line, "...Yeah, I can't think of anything; sorry."

He laughs.

"You're still the same [Name] I know."

You look at him, staring for a few seconds before turning your head, letting out a chuckle. You look off to the side, shrugging your shoulders once more. "I guess," you say softly, "I guess."

(You're positive that you're not the same, and that you won't ever be the same.)

✎______

You lay awake in your bed, staring up at your ceiling, occasionally glancing towards your uniform that was hanging up on your wall. A small sigh left your lips, the more you try to stop thinking.

You feel tired, yet you're not sure if you can manage to sleep. There're too many things that had happened today, and they're mostly the cause of what's making you stay up late, really.

(Writing poems would've helped if it weren't for the fact that you would be reminded of Baji's poem.)

You close your eyes, only to hear a ding go off. You open them almost instantly, blinking. Glancing over towards your phone that lay on your nightstand, you lean over to grab it, eyes squinting due to the sudden brightness when you turn it on. You sigh, checking the notification, frowning in the process.

"...Huh."

Kei-Kei

20:09

[name], are you there?

Kei-Kei

21:15

i'm sorry if you're mad at me, but i have my reasons.

Kei-Kei

23:28

[name]?

You let out a sigh, looking at his messages. Turning your phone off, you move to put it back on your nightstand, but another ding from your phone makes you pause. Narrowing your eyes, you frown and move to look at the message:

Keisuke

23:28

please, i'm sorry.

[Name] [Surname]

23:28

I know what you did, Baji.

And you turn off your phone, putting it back on your nightstand, putting it on silent mode. You close your eyes, resting your head against your pillow (ignoring the tightness in your chest), and began to slowly fall asleep.

This is just a dream.

(But it wasn't a dream.)

✎______

He lets out a groan of frustration, putting his hands to his face, already knowing he fucked up and that he can't change the past (but he doesn't regret his decision). The only thing that he regrets is not being able to get your forgiveness, but that's fine. Maybe it was better this way because he knows that on October 31st, things won't be good.

He knows it very well, but it's not like he can change it, right?

Memories race through his mind, and he's full of sudden guilt and there's a heavy weight put onto his chest. He beat up his Vice-Captain (who looks up to him dearly), he left Toman (who he cares about very deeply—but does he?), and he hurt you (who he likes very much). There's not much that he can say, there's not much that he could say.

He's gripping a piece of paper tightly in his hands, eyes running through it once more. His eyes hurt, they sting a lot, but he wasn't crying (he shouldn't be crying, you know?) - of course, he wasn't. Don't think he was, he's not someone that'd cry over this, idiot.

It's a poem that's in his hands, but who's it for?

(It's for you, don't you realize?)

There's a pain in his chest, he knows it (yet, he doesn't acknowledge it). But it doesn't hurt, compared to the pain he's inflicted upon others—he doesn't want to think about it, but it's all that he can think about. Think, think, think, think - and he doesn't want to think, but everything's reminding him of you.

The only that hurts is when you changed his nickname that he put (and that you kept there for who knows how long) to his last name, it hurt. It really did hurt, but he has to move on.

(He doesn't want to, but he has to.)

He's sorry (very sorry).

Staring at his phone in his hand, he slowly turns it off with a heavy heart, closing his eyes. He breathes in and breathes out, trying to calm his racing heart that seemed to ache every since the start of the day, and he grips his chest tightly, frowning.

"Sorry, Mom..." he mutters, leaning back onto his bed, furrowing his brows, "I don't think you'll get to meet him like I said you would."

And that hurts.

(It hurts more, knowing about your reaction.)

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[ta0ken]

IN LIBRAS, LIBERTAS (in books, freedom)

❝𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮❞ — atticus.

have you ever felt what it was like to dream? to even vividly remember the dream? how does it feel; does it feel nice? you wonder and wonder, but the dreams are always there (only with a few changes). you're only reliving a dream.

← the written letter lasts                               farewell forever →

THE RAIN DISTRACTS YOU FROM YOUR THOUGHTS, your footsteps having an unnecessary weight to them, the more you walk. You weren’t sure what was going on, but as you kept walking, you could hear shouting. Pulling your hood over your head and adjusting your collar, you slowly began to approach the noise.

You blink, seeing two people; one on the ground, the other standing, but they both had hunched backs. Hm… Perhaps, they’re injured? You continue to walk, hands in pockets.

The closer you got, the more you recognized the person on the ground. He was pretty recognizable, considering you’ve met him before; just never got to hang out with him as much (which, you were grateful for). However, the closer you got, the more people began to appear. You stop walking, watching the scene with a blank stare.

”The fact that… this is happening in some sort of alleyway…” you mutter, now holding your cigarette with your fingers. “Ah… I might as well…”

Closing your eyes, you let out a sigh. You ignore the two you walked by, opening your eyes to look at the group of—

“…Toman, huh,” you remark, leaning to look at the uniform a guy was wearing, passed out on the floor. You nudge him with your foot, looking over at the blonde with a braid. “Hey, Draken, what’s happening here?”

He blinks, blood leaking from his head and mouth, as he stares at you.

“Eh? Y-You know him, Draken-kun?” a different blond inquires, looking over at you with a swollen eye.

You glance over at him, raising a brow. You turn your head over towards the group of other Toman members, seeing how some of them had weapons. “…Oh.” You rub your chin, somewhat jokingly saying, “Sounds like a Romeo and Juliet kind of thing… except there’s no love involved—“

”Did… Did you just come here to… make fun of us…?!” Draken barks, a tick mark forming on his head.

You wave your hand in the air, looking at the group of people on the floor. “They your friends?” you question, glancing away, “…’Cause the cops are coming, anyway.”

At your words, the people before you panicked. You watch them panic, before turning towards the others. You ignore the fact that you were shorter (by, a lot—), approaching the group of people, hands in your pockets. “The ambulance should be coming, if the police come as well,” you nod, motioning towards Draken. “He’s kinda like, bleeding… So you guys should help, instead of staring.”

”R-Right!”

✎______

“Hm..” You rub your chin, twirling your pen around in your room. You look up at the ceiling, nodding as though you were doing something productive (you weren’t). You were spinning in a circle on your chair, bored. Nothing was happening, but you weren't going to go out of your way to find something to do; you hadn't even bothered to check up on Draken, who was in the hospital.

You look at your phone, checking the time and the messages that were sent towards you. "...Ah, so he's safe," you murmur, scrolling on your phone, leaning back into your seat. "That's good."

A knock at your window catches your attention, and then it opened.

"...Oi," you sweat-drop, putting your phone on your desk, "Baji, what are you doing in my house—"

The male hoists himself over your window, sitting criss-cross on the sill. He gives you a grin and a salute, saying, "Yo. Did ya wanna hang out, [Name]?" Pushing himself off the window, he plants his feet on the floor and walks towards you, though you paid him no attention, continuing to write down answers for your homework.

"No," you respond instantaneously, "I don't. I have homework."

"Oh, speaking of homework—"

"Did you need help again?" you deadpan, looking up at him, dropping your pen on your paper, fully giving him your attention. "At this point, you might as well just stay in my house forever, if you need lessons for school—Don't take up on that offer because I wasn't serious."

He rolls his eyes, before grabbing the back of your jacket, pulling you to your feet. "Whatever, c'mon, no schoolwork or whatever the fuck that is; we're visiting Draken!" He continues to drag you towards the hospital, making you jump out the window in the process.

"BAJI—"

✎______

You grumble profanities underneath your breath, glaring at the boy in front of you as he let out a boisterous laugh. He almost made you break (or sprain) your ankles in the process of jumping out the window, your eyes glancing around. You mutter, "Why are we visiting him again...? I barely hang out with him, nor do I now- know him. I don't know him that much—"

"You've known us since the start of Toman, [Name]," he retorts, though not unkindly. "You just don't hang out with us as much from before."

I never did, you bitterly thought, chin resting on Baji's shoulder as you huffed. "Whatever... I still need to write poems," you state, trying not to fall off of the bike, "...But fine, whatever." I never really wanted any friends, but you dragged me into this.

There was silence as you could hear the engine of the motorbike continuing to roar, but it slowly drifted into white noise in your ears. You stare at his back, slowly lifting your chin off his shoulder as you stare at him, eyes narrowed. He hadn't said much, from what you could see, and you weren't sure if it was because of how close the both of you were.

"...Oi, Baji," you say loudly, catching his attention, "are you okay?" Your brows were furrowed out of concern, not that you'd ever admit to it, of course. "You're quiet... Don't tell me you're planning on setting a car on fire again—"

Baji's shoulders straighten, as does his back, and he clears his throat. "I'm fine! Just thinking about how I'm actually passing my classes 'cause of you," he admits (but his voice seems strained?). He gives you a grin, turning his head towards you, the light turning red as he says, "Really glad you're in my life, [Name]. But don't tell anyone I said that, because if you do, I'd never hear the end of it, I swear—"

You blink, slowly losing your neutral expression as it shifts into a surprised one. You could feel heat rushing to your neck, slowly going up towards your ears and your face, but you let out a small sigh, shaking your head.

"...Whatever, I don't care."

Baji just snorts.

"Sure."

✎______

[Name] really cares for Baji and Chifuyu, but they'd never admit to it.

"...Actually, maybe you should go visit them," Baji suddenly says, breaking you out of your stupor. "I forgot I... I had to go do something! Chifuyu had somethin' to tell me or whatever shit he said, I forgot, but yeah—He needed something from me."

You stare at him, seeing him start his bike once more, having dropped you off towards the hospital. He just gives you a wide grin and leaves quickly, leaving you at the steps of the hospital. You let out a small hum, putting your hands in your pockets as you slowly turn around, furrowing your brows. "...Weird," you mutter, "he's always talking about Draken and Mikey, I'm surprised he doesn't wanna visit... Hm."

Opening the door to the hospital, you approached the person at the front, clearing your throat. "...Hello," you greet, barely managing to stand above the table, "I'm here to see a friend; Ryuguji Ken?"

"Room number?"

You falter, sweating. "...Uh," you glance around the area, obviously not sure of the room number, "I... I'm not sure. A friend of mine had dropped me off here, on the steps of this foreboding building," you nervously start, for some reason entering the dramatics, "while I had no clue of my dear friend's whereabouts...! For, I am but a lost—"

The lady at the front just gives you a disappointed stare, making you snap your mouth shut, and she just points towards a hallway.

You slowly nod your head, sweating. "...Thaaaanks—" you give her a thumbs-up and proceed to slide away, inching away from the lady that held a tremendous amount of disappointment in you (wow). The moment you turned around, however, you could see a familiar blonde staring at you with blank eyes.

"...Oh," you blink, "hi, Mikey."

"Hi, [Name]-chan."

"It's not '-chan'—" you try to argue back, only for him to stare at you blankly once more. "...Fine."

He smiles as he says, "Long time no see, [Name]-chan."

You raise a brow, taking out a cigarette as you stuck it in your mouth, glancing away. "So, where's Draken?" you ask, gazing back at him, adjusting the cigarette. "I heard that he almost died."

"He's in his hospital room; you wanna go?"

"That's why I'm here," you deadpan.

He huffs, crossing his arms, and he begins to show you where the injured boy was. He opens the door, the clicking of the door catching the other's attention. "Ken-chin, you have a visitor."

"Huh?"

"Hello, my dearest of friends, for it is I, that has arrived—"

"Not you—"

"I."

Mikey just snickers, waltzing past you as he sits beside Draken, leaning back in his seat. He's carefree, not really caring, but you could see a hint of puffy eyes, redness; you didn't say anything about it, glancing away as you took out a lighter, nearing the window. You glance over at the two, "You don't mind, do you?"

"No."

"Nah, just don't get caught by the doctors."

You lit the cigarette, puffing out smoke as you peer over at the pair. "...So, how are things going?" you ask, giving them a tired grin, leaning against the window. "Any members causing trouble?”

The pair glance over at one another, before Draken simply says, "No. If they were, Mikey or I would've beaten the shit out of them already... or maybe even one of the captains."

You took a slow breath in, tilting your head back as you breathed out, watching the smoke dance in the air, looking better than most things you've seen today and yesterday. "...Ah," was all you could say, before: "Then, how are you guys doing?"

"...Aside from being stabbed, I'm alright. Mostly 'cause I work out," Draken grins, but you tilt your head towards him to give him a disappointed stare. "What?! The hell is that look for?"

Mikey has a smug grin on his face as he says, "He probably doesn't believe you~"

"Do you want me to prove it to you right now?!"

You lean away, feeling your face heat up once more. Your expression turns into one of exhaustion, clenching your teeth down on your cigarette with a grunt. "No," you say, "I'm okay. I don't wanna see you with your shirt off. Leave that to Em—"

"BE QUIET—!" His face was red.

You only snicker in return.

"Oh, [Name]-chan," Mikey blinks, "where have you been?" He points a finger at you, almost accusingly as he frowns, "You haven't been hanging out with us like you did two years ago! Even though you weren't in the Tokyo Manji Gang, you still hung out with me, Ken-chin, Mitsuya, Baji, Pah-chin, you know... Us!"

You blink, removing your hand away from your lips as you puffed out smoke once more. "...Hm, well... I guess you can say I've been busy with schoolwork and stuff like that," you say, not entirely lying. "But, I've also been trying to find a new habit or a new hobby... I picked up on poetry, y'know?"

"Ehh..." the blond hums in thought, "What's that?"

You sweat-drop.

"...Just writing, but make it fancier and add more symbolism, or... uh... an expression for your feelings...? Something like that," you shrug your shoulders, looking away. "It's fun; you should try it out. I have paper and pens on me."

"Ah... But I don't wanna," he mutters. "It sounds boring..."

You give him an irritated stare.

Draken sweat-drops, before rolling his eyes. "Quit actin' like children; if you want us to try out poetry, I wouldn't mind, [Name]. I don't know about Mikey, since he's constantly acting like a fucking child, but sure," he says, in an attempt to comfort you (or at least calm you down).

"Shut the fak- fuck, shut the fuck up."

"Oh, you still stumble over your words."

"Huh, he does."

"I SAID—"

(The only reason why they didn't tell you Baji was the one causing trouble was because they knew how close you were to him.)

✎______

You close your eyes, exhausted from having to hang out with Draken and Mikey. You didn't entirely know what they were doing, saying that they were going to hang out with someone called 'Takemichi', but it didn't bother you that much. You wanted to leave, anyway (you weren't sure what to do, in that situation). Relaxing on the random bench, you continued to sit, not paying any attention to the noise happening around you.

“...Hm," you hum, opening your eyes. "Ah."

Everything surrounding you had changed, and that was what you realized. You looked around, clearly confused; was it all just a dream?

You turned your head, looking at the floor of your apartment, then back at the pen that was in your hands. You looked back at the paper, still seeing the scattered dots all over it, and you let a small breath. “…Weird,” you muttered, before rolling your chair over to your laptop, blinking.

“…Huh.” You rubbed your chin in thought, “What would be a good poem…”

You leaned back, hand falling from your chair. Only for it to brush against something - you raised a brow, leaning farther back, “HuuuACK—“

You accidentally leaned too far back, falling off from your chair. You were sprawled on the floor, but you didn’t care. Heaving out a sigh, you pushed yourself up, looking at the thing your hand touched. “…A box,” you stated blankly. “Where did this box even come from—“

Peering at it, you read the title aloud, “…’Poems from ——.” You stared at it with narrowed eyes, “I never received any po- poems, fucking—Anyway…” You began to open the box, looking at the ‘poems’, taking out one of the literature works.

”Baji made this—? It’s probably some lameass poem…” you muttered to yourself, squinting at the paper. “…Twinkle, twinkle, little star—He just wrote a kid’s lullaby, are you kidding me,” but as you turned the back, it began to say:

“To [Name],

there’s an abundant of friends that wait for you.

It would be great, to hang out with you once more, since we always got ice cream and hung out with the stray cats in the alleyway.

It would also be great, to get ramen again; with you and Chifuyu.

(My poem was pretty cool, right?)”

You stared at the ‘poem’, speechless. “…This isn’t even a poem—wait.” You checked the time it was written: “…August—? August… 2005.”

The paper in your hands seemed worn-down, as though it was kept there. You racked your brain, trying to remember if any event like this had happened, but nothing happened; you were at a loss for words. Your eyes scanned the paper, brows furrowed as you kept trying to figure out what happened; why?

”…He’s writing this as if he’d die,” you said to yourself, just as an afterthought. “But then again, I never really… spoke to him after…”

You stared, holding the piece of paper.

(You didn’t really notice the tear stains.)

Your eyes were torn away from the paper once more, when your surroundings had changed.

”…It’s a dream, isn’t it…?”

(It wasn’t a dream.)

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[ta0ken]

LITTERA SCRIPTA MANET (the written letter lasts)

❝𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮❞ — atticus. 

have you ever felt what it was like to dream? to even vividly remember the dream? how does it feel; does it feel nice? you wonder and wonder, but the dreams are always there (only with a few changes). you're only reliving a dream.

                                                         in books, freedom →

TAPPING RESOUNDED THROUGHOUT THE ROOM, yet there's a silence that fills the room you sat in as well. It's noisy, yet it's not. It's quiet, yet it's not. It's contradictory, in your opinion, as you leaned onto your chin, resting it on your fist. You hummed, unsure of what would happen. A small huff left your lips, blowing out strands from your hair, continuously bothering you from your work (though, you weren't really working).

Your pen scattered dots all around your lined paper, yet nothing was written on it. "This isn't some connect the dots game..." you softly sighed to yourself, raising a brow at the paper, disappointed and obviously unamused.

Glancing out the window, you stared, watching the sun rays light up your dim-lit room. You closed your eyes, reminiscing the times you were in high school (were you?), not really having any friends, only focusing on smarts and academics, though you weren't weak.

Too bad you had gotten into too many fights that caused your school record to drop at the lowest of low.

The dreams you've had were weird. You, at first, thought that you had grown older, done different things, lived a different life, but all of those were dreams; lucid, but merely dreams (but they only occurred two times, so, perhaps they don't count). Your eyes scanned the dots once more, still unimpressed with what you've gotten. Head drooping down, you let out another sigh, one full of frustration and exhaustion - you wouldn't be able to write a poem at any rate, would you?

"Oh, how this wounds me," you said to yourself. "Woe is me, woe is me... I guess."

Leaning back in your seat, you stared at your ceiling, blinking. The ceiling remained the same, nothing had changed. Maybe, I can just write about dreams or something... Gah! I hate this... You sulked and sulked and sulked, but nothing would change the fact that you couldn't write anything—

Ah. Now you know why. Someone had been murdered, you remembered. Not someone you knew, but for some reason, you felt like you recognized the person who had murdered the random nobody. Still, you weren't sure, and it didn't matter.

"...Weird," you muttered, balancing a pen between your lips and nose. "Really weird."

You closed your eyes, letting out a soft sigh, slowly sinking into your seat without a care. You felt tired, and you didn’t want to do any more work, though you weren’t doing any work anyway.

“Oi, [Name]!”

Your eyes open, and you blink. Slowly taking the pen between your lips and nose, you stare at the ceiling that shouldn’t have changed, yet it did. You slowly lower your head, still blinking, and looked at the person in front of you that had long hair, yellow eyes, and sharp teeth (though, that was his original appearance; the one you weren’t used to seeing).

”…Baji,” you acknowledge, expression forming into one of boredom. “What do you need, more tutor lessons?”

He gives you a scowl, before grinning, jutting his thumb behind him, exclaiming, “Nah, I wanted to hang out with ya. Me, you, and the others!”

A grim expression replaces your bored one, and you wave your hand in the air, other hand in your pocket. Leaning back into your seat, you twirl the pen in your hands, and you simply tell him, “No.” You didn’t want to hang out; there was no need to. “We’re not friends, Baji; I’m only your tutor, or whatever.” You ignore the feeling that this wasn’t a dream (but you wished it was).

The boy lets out a breath, crossing his arms. “Man… You’re a guy, ya know that?”

”I… I’d hope I’m a guy—“

”That’s not what I meant!” he barks. He turns his head, a frown appearing on his face. Upon your expression, he frowns even more. “Listen, I’m only asking you anyway because of you helping me out with school and shit.”

Your hand twitches and your brow furrows, a crease forming. This scene feels like it’s repeating, going on and on and on and on—why? You didn’t realize you were staring at him, until he waves a hand in your face, obviously impatient. “…Uh,” you blink, “sorry—No, I don’t… want to go.”

A small huff.

You only shrug in response, slowly getting up from your seat. You glance down at the floor, noticing your bag beside the leg of the chair. Why? You stare at it with narrowed eyes, distressed, but you hid it; the boy before you didn’t need to know what was happening, anyway. Grabbing your bag, you slung it across your shoulder, sparing Baji a glance. “…Why are you still here?” you ask, raising a brow, “Don’t you have your gang to go to?”

“Anyway, I’m going home. Bye,” you mutter, shuffling past the long-haired boy.

✎______

“You’re very selfish, Baji.”

”Huh? And you’re acting like you’re not?”

You rest your chin on your hand, lips in a thin line. You were with Baji and Chifuyu, who was technically his underclassmen, but he got held back a lot of times. You cock your head to the side, slowly gazing over towards the blonde, “How d’you manage to hang out with him? He’s a brute.”

”The hell did you say?!” Baji’s hand slams down onto the table booth you all sat at, glaring at you. “I’m no brute!”

You give him a blank stare. “…I can assume that your ma said you were a ‘handsome fellow’ or somethin’?”

Chifuyu coughs at that, hiding his snort. “C’mon, [Name], do you really think a guy like him is handsome?” He has a grin on his face, leaning back into his own seat, amused by the bickering (or maybe exhausted, who knows?).

You raise a brow, glancing over at Baji, who was fuming. Rubbing your chin, you hum in thought. “He’s pretty…” you say, trailing off, ignoring the suspicious look from Chifuyu and the arrogant look from Baji, and continued, “…for a girl.”

”Wh- I’M NOT A GIRL!”

”PFFFT—“

You grin, amused. Leaning back into your seat, you look back up to the ceiling, the grin dropping slowly. As fun as it was, can this dream end? Your hand raised up towards your face, pinching it as hard as you could, but it only left a mark.

It left a mark.

You lower your head once more, eyes staring at the wooden table that seemed too polished for its own good, the light showing your reflection. You were back in your 15-year-old body, still in middle school, though it made no sense. Shifting, your eyes darted towards the other two, one older, one younger, and they seemed the same from middle school; laughing, smiling, joking around.

Your hand clenches, gripping your uniform pants.

”…Am I dreaming?” you whisper to yourself, “Is this nothing but a mere illusion, to hinder my dob- doubts—? Fuck.”

“Did you stumble over your words again, [Name]?” Baji teases, leaning over towards you.

Your face flushes red, and you narrow your eyes at him. “No,” you say indignantly, “I did nuh- not. I did, not.”

”But, you did, just now,” Chifuyu points out. “Right, Baji-san? He just stumbled over his words?”

”…I said—“

”No, yeah, he did.”

”I SAID I FUCKING DIDN’T—“

✎______ [Name] occasionally stumbles over his words, despite knowing so many. And he ends up getting mad over it.

You rest your head on the table, grumbling profanities. Despite being smart, despite all of this, you were still foul-mouthed, and you were still a ‘child.’ You muffle out a small, “One day, I’ll kill the both of you, just you wait.”

Baji lets out a snort, patting your back harshly, “Sure you will.”

“I will.”

Chifuyu nods sarcastically, finished with his noodles. “Yes, of course, you will.”

You roll your eyes, muttering, “Well, fuck you guys, too.” You glance over at the pair, before you looked away, not wanting to deal with them. But, you continued to pinch your arm, not caring about the pain, for you just wanted to go back to your regular life.

"Hey."

I want to go back. Let me be a poet, once more, you sigh wistfully, leaning onto your fist, zoning out. I need to be a poet, once more; I graduated, did I not? I did, I did, so then why, why can't I wake up?

"[Name]."

This is all a dream.

"[Name], wake up!"

You blink, eyes wide. Turning your head towards the pair, you stare for a few seconds, before blinking once more. "...Sorry, what?" you say with a smile, ignoring the aching pain in your arm now, "Did you need something? Or were you guys planning on bothering me again."

Chifuyu narrows his eyes at you, suspicious of how you were acting. "...No, you were just pinching your arm really hard and not saying anything about it," he remarks, crossing his arms. "Are you some sort of masochist?"

Baji raises a brow, checking you out as he leans forward, "...I wouldn't put it past him to be a masochist. He gives off that sort of vibe, you know?"

"Oi, what's that s'posed to mean?" you scowl, pushing yourself away from the two. "I'm no fuck—I'm not a masochist." Despite you saying all of that, Baji only laughs, hand ruffling your hair.

"...I hate you all."

"Sure you do."

✎______

You weren't sure if you had this feeling that you were going to insane or if you were lucid dreaming (it was probably both), but it was slowly getting to you. Each step felt like it was pulling you towards the ground, keeping you there from moving on, from trying to back to the present (or was it future?). But was it even the present if you're you now?

It didn't occur to you, that you were back in the past. Every dream, every time you close your eyes, every time you open your eyes, there's a new view.

But there were no views this time, as you stared, blankly wandering around on your own. Baji left to do his own thing, as did Chifuyu. You weren't sure what they were doing, but you didn't want to get involved with gang fights anyway.

Instead, you chose to go back to the store nearby your old apartment (well, technically, your current one, huh?). You haven't met the rest of the Toman members except for the 'Founding Members', but even then, you didn't want to join. They weren't your friends (well, in the past, you didn't consider them friends, but they probably considered you a friend), and you didn't want to be their friend.

Well, maybe you did.

It gets lonely, anyway. Having to repeat life over and over again, without knowing who's the cause (once you find out who's causing it, though...).

You look at the cashier, hands in your pockets as you slump over, eyes drooping due to exhaustion. You could feel yourself beginning to tire throughout the day, yet it was only the afternoon still, almost evening.

"Can I have one pack of cigarettes?"

✎______

You lean back against the wall, looking off into the distance, sighing. You had the pack of cigarettes in your hand, glancing around the area, putting a cancer stick in your mouth, letting it hang off from between your lips. Tilting your head, you let out a huff. You were only 15-years-old, yet you were originally 26-years-old at the start (or was it at the original? You weren't sure, too many things ran through your head, really).

Drip.

Ignoring the dripping sounds that slowly grew into pitter-patter, you didn't bother to light the cigarette, simply satisfied with the feeling of it on your lips. A small sigh was drawn out, your eyes gazing at the droplets of rain that splattered on the cement, sometimes getting onto your boots.

Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip—

Rubbing the back of your head, you glanced away, pushing yourself away from the wall. You begin to walk, not caring about the rain that made you damp, your hair flattening on your head. Ignoring it, you clench and unclench your fists, trying to still wake yourself up from this dream that seemed all too real (you wish you could wake up, but you never will).

You look up at the rain, humming, sometimes squinting due to the droplets hitting you straight in the eye. Your face twitches, but you shrug your shoulders.

"Rain's a bad sign, ain't it? Especially if it's heavy like this..." you say to yourself, walking on the sidewalk. "August 3rd... Huh. The day of the festival... Hm."

You close your eyes, shrugging once again.

Looking up at the rain once more, you say to yourself quietly, voice barely near a whisper, "...Is this a dream that I can wake up from, or is this a dream that I'm stuck in forever? Hm... I wonder..." you look back towards the road, "...if the world just hates me after all."

A small laugh left your lips.

"Yeah. The world hates me, for sure."

#tokyorev x reader #male reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #yuureoo

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𝐚𝐜𝐞/𝐨𝐰𝐥/𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 | 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫 (𝟏𝟓+) | 𝐡𝐞/𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 (𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐲) libra | infp-t | fanfic writer

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 ?

fandoms ;; tokyo revengers, one piece, haikyuu (not really anymore), fairy tail, genshin impact, monster prom (both games), naruto, danganronpa, twisted wonderland, yttd, demon slayer

requests ;; closed ! only five per request tho, since it’s a little hard being on tumblr, but i don’t mind requests

guidelines ;; i do not write smut, i do not write r/pe or anything related to that, i do not write irl people x readers, and if you have all of that in mind, i’ll do my best to accommodate you !

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

tokyo revengers ;; reliving a dream: part 1, part 2, part 3 — hiatus haikyuu ;; alligator teeth — discontinued or on hiatus! black butler ;; attachment: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 — hiatus

oneshots ;; a boyfriend like you (draken x m!reader), caring promises (baji x gn!reader)

working on... reliving a dream & one piece x m! reader, two requests (noelle & draken)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

genshin impact: sucrose with a friend who’s blunt/very honest scaramouche’s reaction to his real name xiao with a gremlin-like friend tokyo revengers: n/a danganronpa: byakuya with a gremlin-like friend one piece: fluffy luffy headcanons fairy tail: n/a naruto: n/a

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂.

mostly male or gender-neutral readers. i can write one-shots, requests, headcanons, but only if you guys want i am a quotev writer, and most of my works are on quotev. i like hanahaki au’s, draken, sanji, and sometimes cafe au’s;; only sometimes... my carrd is here!

most of my works will be tagged under yuureoo, probably

#navigation #yuureoo #navi #masterlist

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hey there :)) so,,, how would a oneshot w/ a cryo they/he, who tends to be extremely honest, interact with sucrose? a bonus if they have the resting b/tch face syndrome which makes it more difficult to tell if they're kidding about the bs they're saying- (im sorry; count on me to be oddly specific ig </3 feel free to turn it down if its too specific tho :D)

ASDNFKJGJK- my first ask,, i'm so honored <3 ANYWAYS- i'll try and figure out how to do requests/asks and we'll go from there! thank you for asking this 'n um- expect one like- in a day or so :]

#yuureoo

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attachment – act i scene ii (3/??)

Just saying, the ages of Ciel and those around his ages (still figuring out the love interests) will most likely be raised since I'm not here to promote odd things (no, seriously). So, just a small note: Ciel's age is either 14-16, around those ages, but who knows, maybe I'll include Elizabeth as a love interest. Depends.

CHAPTER 2

YOU STOOD IN THE CORNER, staying quiet as the other three just rummaged around the room, looking for tea. You were zoning out a little when you had gone to your corner, so you weren't really sure what the others were saying. You instantly diverted your gaze, straining your ears for any sound. Ah, wait... you sweat-drop, I think...that the Earl and his butler is coming. You glance over at the door, awaiting the two to enter.

And once you did, you could hear the faint voice of Sebastian saying, "Sometimes, getting away from the mansion can be a good change of pace. Those four aren't accompanying us, so we should be able to enjoy some peace and quiet."

"Peace and quiet, huh?" Ciel's voice repeats the last part, his footsteps faintly approaching the door you were looking at.

I...somewhat feel bad for them. You only peek your head out of the corner, hearing the door click open. You only greet them by waving and went back to your corner.

"Grief! Just where have they hidden the tea in this house?"

"It's nowhere to be seen!"

"There's no way it would be in there!"

You didn't know why the Chinese man was looking into the pot for tea, but you chose to not say anything about it. Grell was looking through... something, you couldn't see very well, and Madam Red was looking through a shelf.

"Madam Red! Lau!" Ciel exclaims with shock, "Why are you here?"

"My, you're early!" she glances at him with a smile, turning away from what she was looking at.

Lau's lips slowly stretch into a smile as he says, "Since you have come, it must mean..."

"The Queen's Guard Dog is on the move, correct?" Madam Red finishes.

'Queen's Guard Dog'? you tilted your head, leaning your head against the wall with a raised brow. Huh, didn't know that they had titles for people who work under the Queen, you muse, glancing at the young boy. You rest your head on your knees, tearing your gaze away as you let out a small sigh. You were about to take a nap due to boredom, but you instantly jolt at the sound of your name being called.

"[Name]! Grell! Go help Sebastian," says Madam Red without sparing a glance at the two of you. Your eyes take in the rapid blinking from her, and you move to stand up.

The other butler ushers you, pushing you towards the direction Sebastian was heading to already. You scrunch your face, silently protesting and holding back a sigh as you follow the Phantomhive butler in the kitchen.

You bow your head to the black-haired butler, slowly slinking away to help provide the tea. You eye him from the corner of your eye, warily watching him as he prepares the pastries at great speed. Already, you had finished prepping the tea, so it was just ready to be served but you were more focused on Grell almost cutting their finger.

"[Name], do you mind serving the others the tea?" Sebastian requests you, giving you a small smile (it always seemed to be permanent on his face...). "I'm sure Madam Red and Lau would want to drink as they were looking for it a while ago."

You nod your head, grabbing the tray and walked away, ducking your head. You served the tea, mumbling, "Today's tea is..." A slap on the back made you straighten up, startled.

"Say it with more confidence!" Madam Red exclaims in exasperation, "Louder!"

Your face faltered for a split second out of irritation, but it instantly lifted. "Today's tea," you state in a much louder voice, "is Jackson's 'Earl Grey'." Bowing slightly, you resumed talking in your usual voice, "...The others will be here shortly."

This is exhausting... you sigh inwardly.

It didn't take long for the others to settle down and have the pastries, sandwiches, and all that be served.

"Yesterday, at White Chapel, another prostitute was murdered," Ciel states, taking a sip of his tea as he sits down in front of you all. "It wasn't just your average murder; it was bizarrely vicious... No, you could actually call it 'supernatural'."

"The victim this time, a Miss Mary Nichols, was cut down by a special kind of blade that sliced her up completely, unhindered by any resistance," informs Sebastian, standing beside the Earl.

You sweat-dropped from your spot behind Madam Red, thinking, is this really something people should be conversing about with just tea...? This seems more of something suitable after the tea. You heard Ciel talking about the killer's name 'Jack the Ripper', and you refrain from sighing. What a unique name.

As the young Earl continues to explain his reasoning for hurrying to London and the current situation that was happening, a small smirk started to form on Lau's face. You narrow your eyes at the man, before looking away, expression remaining neutral.

"Do you have the guts to visit the crime scene?" the same man asks, putting down his teacup.

With narrowed eyes, Ciel asks, "What do you mean by that?"

"The darkness and the scent of evil that now seep through that place will call out to those of the same breed and eat into them." Lau stands up, beginning to walk towards the blue-haired boy, "If you set foot in that place, it's possible that you will be engulfed by the madness. Are you prepared for that," he holds the boy's cheek, "Earl Phantomhive?"

"I came here to avenge her distress." Ciel's eyes darken, "Don't ask unnecessary questions."

"That's excellent," praises Lau. "Those are good eyes."

You raise a brow at the man's unusuality, deciding to not question him. An odd man that is.

✧✧✧

Apparently, Scotland Yard didn't want the Earl to take the case as they (more like Sir Arthur Randall) didn't really provide him much info, nonetheless, give him a glimpse of the corpse. You give the detectives a fleeting glance before looking away, walking towards the group that began to leave.

"What are you going to do?" inquires Madam Red, eyes attentively looking at the young boy.

"Asking him would be the best option," he answers.

Lau's face twitches. "Earl, you can't mean..." the man trails off, speaking as though he knew what the boy was referring to.

"It's just as you suspect."

And when you all arrived at the place, your eyes trailed to the Chinese man, expecting him to know where you were all taken to. If he doesn't know where we are, I'm going to...

"So, where are we?"

"YOU LOOKED LIKE YOU KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON A MINUTE AGO!"

You slump in exasperation, your glasses sliding off the bridge of your nose, humans are tiring... You wearily glance at the Earl and his butler, already knowing that they at least knew where you all were.

"This is the undertaking establishment of one of the young master's acquaintances," Sebastian finally explains, opening the door to the 'fine' establishment.

You all walk inside, glancing around the dark, dreary place.

"Are you here, Undertaker?"

"I thought you would arrive sooner or later," a voice giggles.

You turn your head towards the sound, blinking at the sight of a coffin's lid sliding open. Your jaw slackens in shock, everyone else (minus the Earl and Sebastian) gawking, terrified at the sight of the man inside the coffin.

"Have you finally decided to get into your own, special casket?" he asks, his voice entirely made of amusement and wicked curiosity. Getting out of the coffin, Ciel responds with:

"As if anyone would come to do that. Today, we're—"

"You don't have to say it," Undertaker says, cutting him off by covering the Earl's mouth with his fingers. "I understand completely." Your eyes dart to the man's nails, they're long. Reeeally long...

"That particular guest is in an unfit state to be seen by those from the world of light. I made her all pretty, you know?" a grin forms onto Undertaker's face.

"I want to hear more about that," the Phantomhive Earl states uncaringly.

"I see. So, being an undertaker is just your cover," Lau hums with a smile. "How much is your information?"

You lean back, startled by the speed of the Undertaker when he's in the Chinese man's face within seconds. You could practically see blue lines forming on everyone's faces, exasperated and scared of the silver-haired man. It was further revealed what his motives were: the 'finest laughs'.

Lau was the first one to try and make the Undertaker laugh—a fail. Then, came Madam Red (you were not looking forward to it), which was... quite vulgar, in your opinion—another fail. Your face a held a grimace as you handed the lady a mask that had a big red 'X' on it, thinking to yourself, if he laughed at your 'top-secret' gossip, I'd be concerned for his own sense of humour.

"Well then, the only one left is the Earl! Last time, I lost, but I won't this time," pointing a finger at the boy, Undertaker grins, slightly drooling.

Ciel's face pales as he scowls, muttering a curse under his breath.

When all hope was lost, Sebastian decided to step up and volunteer. When he told you all to go outside, you were positive that you were the first to walk out of the place. Though you had some doubts that quickly diminished at the sound of Undertaker's laughter blasting to the point the sign fell off. You back up, blinking, only to slightly jump when the door opened, revealing Sebastian with his signature smile.

You took a seat down on one of the coffins, shaking your head when offered tea.

"Recently, I've been seeing something every so often, 'customers' who a little missing," Undertaker grins, calming down with a few chuckles leaving his lips.

"A little missing?" parroted Sebastian.

"Yes, a little missing," the other replies, holding up a fake body of a human. Deciding to elaborate a little more, he lowers his voice, "Like a uterus."

Your fingers twitch, eyes squinting.

"It was a pretty harsh splatter, but her uterus alone was precisely cut out."

Sebastian raises a brow, saying, "While it may not have been a largely populated street, would it not be difficult for an amateur to perform such a precise task there in the pitch black?"

The silver-haired man turns his head towards the former, smiling widely, "You're quite a sharp one, Mr. Butler. I thought the exact same thing." He approaches the Earl, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he explains, "First, to cut the prey's neck, then to cut here," motioning to lower abdomen (where the uterus would be), "and steal what's important."

You inquisitively take a glance at Madam Red, wondering what was going through her head. Hm... you look up at the ceiling, bored with what was going on, I wonder if she'll get caught or not, I'm only here to do my job.

✧✧✧

You were currently squished between Lau and Sebastian, an uncomfortable expression washing over your face as you could feel yourself bumping into the Phantomhive butler with each rock that Grell accidentally rides over. You rub at the gloves that you wore out of slight nervousness, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of your face.

At first, it was just nothing but a few minutes of you all looking at each other, staring before moving onto a different object or person; in other words, it was just awkward silence. Then, the Earl had broken it, stating:

"That narrowed it down quite a bit."

"Firstly," Sebastian starts, holding his chin, "it is an individual quite expert in medical dissection. Also, someone of that sort who has no alibi for that night and, from the fact that they took the organs with them, someone involved with some manner of ritual, sect, or even black magic."

Madam Red twitches, raising a brow in suspicion. "Just how does that narrow it down?" she inquires, leaning forward, "Dissections are something that any doctor—even I—can do. Summer is almost at an end, too. In one more week, when the season ends, all the nobles will return home with the personal doctors they brought with them."

"Well then," the butler interjects, "we should just investigate until that time."

You give him a look from the corner of your eye, narrowing. Is that possible? Well... you glance out the window to your right, if you're superhuman, it would be easy.

"What?"

"It is only natural for a butler of the Phantomhives to be able to do that."

Actually... it isn't natural, but continue on, you sweat-drop with the others, crossing your arms as you lean back in the seat. You felt like you were going to have whiplash at the sight of the butler exiting the carriage through the door, despite it being a moving carriage. Peeking outside of the small window, you mutter, "...He's gone."

You directed your gaze towards the Earl with an inquisitive stare, trying to understand what he was trying to do. A peculiar kid... I might have to go through... you sigh inwardly, sitting back in your original position, well, we'll see.

And when you saw the Phantomhive butler at the place you were all heading back towards, you stared, aghast. Whatever the man was, he definitely wasn't human; your nose slightly crinkles at the foul smell before you resume to being the same person you were. Your gaze averts at the sound of him retelling the information that he gathered for persons of suspicion, though you already knew that it was narrowed down to at least two.

(Honestly, everything was just a jumble to you because you weren't understanding a single thing that was happening).

✧✧✧

"Aleister Chamber, one of the Druitt Viscount family. He received his degree in medicine at university, but has undertaken no work," Sebastian states, pushing up his glasses. "He seems to have held many parties at his home. However, behind the scenes, he invites those to whom he is especially close to secret parties."

You adjust the small ribbon tied around your neck, loosening it a little for breathing room as Madam Red continues to speak:

"There is a rumour going around that he is involved with black magic."

That checks out with his description... you thought, remembering the small list that you were given (secretly, of course) as you looked at the others—no, you weren't looking at Ciel; it was embarrassing.

"It has been said that ritualistic events go on at these secret parties," Lau adds on, "and prostitutes are made into living sacrifices."

You quietly cough into your fist, sweat-dropping at the fact that the Earl had to dress up as a girl due to...certain circumstances (it was apparent that the Viscount was a womanizer). Your current 'mission' was to be the informant or something along those lines as it was hard to do most things when he was in his current state—you didn't know why you were helping, you just know that Madam Red actually wanted to go to the party (from what you've seen).

Hey, if you're good at your job, you gotta do what you gotta do—and dealing out information is your job apparently, though it was more of information gathering... At least you got something to do.

You walk around the place, trying to figure out where the hell the Viscount would be, and to your surprise (not really), he was interacting with a woman. However, you could hear a familiar voice piercing through the air, causing you to look over with slight curiosity; it quickly diminished into horror once you realized who the person was. That's... Lady Elizabeth, I believe—and Ciel's fiancee... you sweat-drop, directing your gaze to the young boy and his butler. They appeared to realize that she was at the part as well.

A small sigh left your lips, your hand reaching to rub the temples of your head, exasperated with the events that were going on. Squeezing your eyes shut, you reluctantly open them and exhaled slowly through your nose, and made your way towards the two.

"[Name]?" Ciel mutters, turning his head to you, "You're supposed to find the Viscount, what in the world are you doing here?"

You lean to his ear, cupping your hand as you whisper:

"...The Viscount isn't that far, you can see him mingling with the other women in the party." Straightening up, you glance at the butler, "And...if I were you... I'd deal with that fiancee of yours." You crane your head to where you last saw Elizabeth, muttering, "She's practically looking at you with adoration..."

"On the topic of Lady Elizabeth," Sebastian chimes in with a smile, "do you mind doing the two of us a favour? Could you...distract her for a few moments? Young Mas—Mistress and I will deal with Viscount Druitt, but she's going to be an obstacle in our plans."

You merely nod your head, not wanting to make any more conversations with the two. You mosey on your way, approaching the young girl nonchalantly, closing your eyes. Now, how do I want to do this... you hum, thinking of numerous scenarios that ran through your head, trying to pick out which one was the most optimal and efficient way to distract her.

The sound of instruments being played echoed within your head, giving you a small idea of what to do. Your eyes shift over to the duo, seeing them dance their way towards the Viscount and you chose to do the same with Elizabeth.

You 'accidentally' bump into the blonde girl, apologizing as you try to accommodate her for forgiveness, only to be forgiven within the first few seconds. Well, I don't think that's how most people would forgive but whatever works, I suppose... you then offer a dance with her, outstretching your hand, and to your surprise, she accepts.

The ideal plan would be somehow managing to dance the opposite direction the Phantomhive duo were heading as you were sure that the girl you were dancing with was trying to chase them down (for reasons you didn't really care about).

"Hm? Mister, have I seen you around before?" she inquires, looking up to you with scrunched brows, her lips tilted to indicate that she was trying to remember you.

"...You must have taken me for someone else," you say whilst smiling at her, almost akin to how the butler would smile; always close-eyed and fake. You discreetly take a glance over at the two to check up on them, seeing that they were already with the Viscount, Sebastian leaving the two.

"Ah, where'd she go?" Elizabeth's voice breaks through your thoughts, making you blink rapidly.

"Pardon?" you ask, sweating.

"There was a girl that had a really cute dress!" she pouts, frowning as she glances around the place, "I wanted to tell her, but... she ran away..." At that, you sweat-dropped, rightfully so, too... The 'she' she was referring to was her fiancee, but you wouldn't tell her that.

"Oh! There!" her exclamation catches your attention, and she runs away from you in an instant. Oh, wait—

Clearly, you and the Earl didn't expect her to just...run out of your arms like that, especially considering it was a dance but thankfully, you (or rather, Ciel) has Sebastian to distract her.

It caught everyone's attention.

"I would like to display a little magic to all the ladies and gentlemen here assembled," he states, but the one thing you were really questioning is how no one recognized him (he was just wearing a mask and no one has red eyes but him). "The gentlemen over there," he directs his gaze to you, "may I request for your assistance?"

You point at yourself for affirmation, blinking slowly. He nods, and you simply nod, walking to the man. You can see him glance over at the Earl and the Viscount from the corner of his eye as he moves to block it from the others' vision, a smile washing over his face.

"Once I have entered, please lock it up securely with the chain," he requests (it was more of an order), and then takes out a sword, adding on, "Then, please skewer the wardrobe."

Everyone mutters, finding the magic show a little odd.

"Let this proceed splendidly. There are no tricks or traps. Please bear witness to this rare magic," Sebastian smiles, closing the door on himself. Once it was fully shut, you proceeded to do what he instructed, securing the wardrobe with the chain. Then, you held up the sword he had handed you, looking at it inquisitively.

"..." You silently jab the top of the wardrobe with the sword, shocking everyone. After that, you begin to repeat the same process with the other swords, bowing when you were done as the chain breaks and the door opens to reveal that Sebastian was safe and sound.

"Amazing! It's a miracle!"

"Bravo!"

Madam Red approaches both of you, clapping her hands as she praises the butler. Your face held a small grimace, but that quickly went away when you felt gazes on you. Lau was the next to approach you two, also clapping.

"Really, for a moment there, I thought he might have done you in," he says, amused.

Sebastian merely smiles. "That did smart somewhat. I did not anticipate him coming immediately from above. Had it not been me, that would have been fatal."

"So, what kind of trick was it?" Lau asks, turning to you with a grin.

You shrug.

"You don't know after you stabbed him that much?" Madam Red says in exasperation, facing the butler.

He turns around, smiling.

"I told you, didn't I? There are no tricks or traps."

It was the next day with everyone at the same place the Earl and his butler had been staying in. However, when you thought everything was over, the newspaper clearly stated otherwise:

"Jack the Ripper strikes again," Lau states, reading the headline.

You disinterestedly look away.

"So, it wasn't the Viscount?" Madam Red inquires, peeking over his shoulder.

You can see a glimpse of Ciel trembling with anger and the fact that the case wasn't solved; not one bit. For a second, you can see Sebastian staring at Madam Red with a neutral expression, but the narrowed eyes tell a different story.

You hum.

Let's see how this plays out.

𝘰𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥—𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

#black butler #x reader #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #yuureoo

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attachment – opening scene (1/??)

PROLOGUE

Your appearance was dishevelled, an appearance that shouldn't be shown to anyone, an Earl, no less. You didn't care about how you looked in his—no, their eyes either way. A nasty look was directed at you from the young Earl, and you only respond with a small sneer. It wasn't your fault that she had died, it's not like you had any control over her actions; if she wanted to do those things, then let her, it was her own will. Who were you to try and take that away from her? You were an acquaintance in her schemes, but there was another individual: they were taken away. You were brought to this estate for reasons you didn't know—to be used? To be tortured? It didn't really matter to you, you couldn't do much.

You received many confused looks and stares from the other servants in the household, but you didn't care. No-one but that filthy demon interacted with you, with the man (was he even a man?) giving you orders on what to do, what you weren't supposed to do, and what you need to do. Though you didn't really follow the orders and did whatever, you occasionally did do the small chores you were assigned to do. It's not like you were needed.

It wasn't even your first time being here.

Mey-rin didn't really interest you, she seemed way too clumsy for a girl who wore glasses. To be fair, she didn't seem to need glasses, which made you even more confused about her; if she didn't need glasses, why wear them? You had some sort of feeling she wasn't an actual maid or whatever she was, but you chose to not say anything—you didn't need to get on the Earl's bad side already, not to mention the damn devil's bad side. But, she was always staring at you with this lost puppy expression and it was weird, but whatever.

Finnian? You thought he was a naive kind of guy, he was always trying to get you to talk to him (you refuse to interact with him). Despite the number of times you've ignored him, he still gives you food—it was slightly humorous in your eyes, considering he didn't even know who (or what) you were. One thing that stuck out like a sore-thumb was his inhumane strength, but you knew he was a regular human (though the strength was something you might need to talk about).

Bard was... something, in your opinion. He always blew up things, which gave you an impression that most of the servants in this manor weren't exactly... great at their job. Apparently, he was American, and that was the only interesting thing about him—other than his constant smoking, of course (you may or may not have questioned him in your mind about it).

The only normal person that you thought of was Tanaka, but he's always sipping his tea with that "Ho ho ho" laugh of his. In actuality, he didn't seem to be a real person in your eyes, always seeming to be nonchalant (it's not like you could outright attack him—an old man no less). You don't bother.

Now, the disgusting butler?

You could go on a whole rant, but that'd imply you've been thinking of him and that was outright disgusting in your head. He was disgusting, a vile beast, someone—no, something that you can't stand to look at. You could feel the very cells in yourself beginning to rot each time he spoke to you, every single word that spewed out his mouth; absolutely disgusting.

"You should be more grateful," he would tell you, monitoring your every move. You were similar to the man, not a butler, but more of a... 'helper'. Then again, what defines a helper? Not you, that's for sure.

You would shrug in response and give him a small jeer, "I would be, but I never asked to be here." Your answer would result in a reprimand, but nothing physical.

It was always funny, in your opinion, since you were supposed to be charged for murder but it was revealed that you did none of those. Hilarious, you wryly thought, smiling as you watched with satisfaction at the looks of anger and distrust. The outrage that was caused due to your sentence was astronomical. Your sentence was nothing but a slap on the wrist (literally), you didn't know what the Queen was thinking. 

You adjusted the glasses on your face, your dull green eyes glancing around the place with little to no interest. Your hands slithered across the wall, and you click your tongue in disgust, "...How dull." Compared to the red that you were so used to seeing, it was a stark contrast. Usually, it would hurt your eyes, but, you could deal with it if it were those two.

"...Now it's just one," you murmur solemnly, eyes taking in the toned-down, dark, and dreary place.

How disgusting, you muse to yourself and walked towards your room with a somber sigh. A frown replaces your original expression when you open your door, taking in the dark and colourless room. Even more disgusting, your nose wrinkles with revulsion, finding the entire room entirely repulsing.

"Is it not to your fitting?" asks the man with a disgusting voice, and you have to hold yourself back from shivering in repugnance. "Is something the matter?" he continues to bother you with that knowing smile on his face.

You crane your head, facing him as you smile, close-eyed, "No, everything's fine, demon."

He only gives you a smile in return.

You used to like this place, but just seeing everyone fills you with major disgust.

#black butler #x reader #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #yuureoo

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CHAPTER 1

MADAM RED made you and Grell go under Sebastian, Ciel's butler, wing because apparently, Grell (and you) needed help with things like that; in your opinion, it was mostly the other that needed more help than you—you were completely fine. The first day, it didn't really cause anything. You feel like it was more of an eventful day for the Young Master and his butler, though, it was just watching the mentioned butler's actions.

The second day, however...was a little more chaotic than you'd imagine. You held the trays in your hands, sighing as you slump whilst walking, not sure where you were supposed to go. Just as you were finished putting away the trays, you paused, furrowing your brows.

"...Is that someone screaming?" you ask yourself, peeking your head out, still confused. You jolt back in an instant, blinking rapidly as the figure speeding past you. Your glasses tilted from the breeze that passed by you, and you had to fix it while trying to find the body that sped away. Narrowing your eyes, you realized who the person was.

"Grell...!?" you exclaim, slightly jogging towards the butler as they kept going down the hallway at an insane pace. "How did you even manage..." your words trailed off, noticing he was going to crash into the same room where the young Earl was eating at, "W-Wait–!"

A loud crash resonated within the hallway, and you cringe from the expensive things that fell. Ouch... you suck in a breath before composing yourself, exhaling deeply. Walking inside the room, you peek your head, only to be greeted with the sight of Grell frantically panicking over the tea that was spilt all over Finnian. An unimpressed sigh leaves your lips, and you walked over behind the two, dropping a handkerchief in front of them, watching the brown-haired man grab it with fervour.

You helped him, yet... How does he manage to pull the tablecloth? you think to yourself, sweat-dropping. You watch on with a blank stare, ruffling your hair a bit, eyebrows twitching in annoyance. Continuing to ignore the Earl's small mutterings towards one of his servants (Bard, you believe), you turn your head towards the clumsy butler, lips slightly parted from surprise—where did he get the knife? You were about to intervene until the other butler, Sebastian, came in.

"You do not have to die," he says, smiling and putting his hand on Grell's shoulder, "If you stabbed yourself and bled everywhere, it would be an even larger job to clean up."

The other clasps his hands together, eyes sparkling with great admiration (was it even admiration? You...couldn't tell) as he whispers, "Sebastian, how kind you are." Despite it being a whisper, almost everyone in the room could hear his words, and you give him an impassive look.

The other servants expressed their confusion of Grell's wording, furrowing their brows. After further reprimanding from Sebastian, he then goes on a lecture of how you should serve tea, with everyone taking notes (the other butler was just staring at him, red-faced though—). As he serves the tea, he states while pulling out a pocket watch, "Young Master, it is almost time." He turns his head to the Earl, "I shall have a carriage brought around to the front."

"Sure," Ciel replies, uncaring.

When the dark-haired butler turns to the Phantomhive servants, you can see them physically stiffen, and...a sound that's similar to metal oscillate in your ears.

"Well then, everyone, I shall leave the clean-up to you," he says, and then turns to both you and Grell, "Grell, since you cause too much trouble, you should just rest and relax. [Name], since you're...less troublesome, you help as well." You only nod your head, diverting your attention, only for Sebastian to turn around again with a smile, "And if by any chance, Grell, you turn yourself over to eternal rest, please do so outside the mansion grounds."

You sigh.

✧✧✧

"The Phantom Company: one of the most influential toy companies, it rapidly expanded in less than three years, and has this wonderful mansion to showcase its immense wealth," Grell sighs dreamily, looking at the aforementioned mansion, "Ah, what dignified construction." He was trimming the hedges, a dazed smile on his face.

Bard's resting on the grass, smoking a cigarette. He takes it out of his lips, saying, "It was only built about two years ago."

You lean against a nearby tree, resting in the shade as you watch over the others. Even though Sebastian told you to help the others, you couldn't be bothered to do so; it was just simple garden work. Ignoring whatever was going on, you sigh, opening your eyes. "...?" you make a noise of confusion, seeing Tanaka deflate into the regular Tanaka that you were used to seeing.

Are servants of Phantomhive this odd? You sweat-drop, hearing Bard's explanation of Tanaka's deflation: "Tanaka doesn't usually use up that much steam, so when he becomes Real Tanaka for more than three minutes, he falls into a slumber."

"I... I see," Grell mutters, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face.

You exhale through your nose, relaxing a bit before you notice something weird. "Are you...serious..." you gawk at the trees, shrubs, hedges, everything—everything had been turned into skulls, and you hold your head in befuddlement. How do you mess up at trimming things like that...? And, not to mention, make skulls! That takes concentration, not absentmindedness, what...!?

"Why skulls?" Bard's voice cuts through your thoughts, everyone standing up and gazing at the newly decorated garden.

"O-Once again, I have caused a great deal of trouble," Grell states, on his knees. You open your mouth to say something, only for him to get up in an instant and run towards a tree that had—where in the world did the noose come from...? you sweat, watching the almost comedic scene before some little girl pulls the step-stool that Grell was standing on, causing him to actually hang from the noose.

The other three shriek in a frenzy, shouting his name, "GRELL!" You just stared in awe, dumbfounded.

Note to self: never let Grell make a mistake, or else some girl will actually let him commit suicide.

✧✧✧

Currently, you were hiding. Hiding from what? Oh, you know...a crazy girl on the loose that was totally not trying to make you wear 'cute' things. You were completely terrified about how a simple girl could decorate a whole mansion within the time that she had, especially when Earl Phantomhive would be returning soon. Your eyes darted around the place, the whole mansion's been decorated...with 'cute' girly things... Your face had scrunched up in disgust, the bright colours slightly hurting your eyes.

You squint your eyes, adjusting your glasses as you look over towards the door that held all sorts of monstrous things, which came from only one human-being: the girl that broke inside the mansion. Actually, couldn't you just try and arrest her? It's technically house evasion if you think about it (not to mention, she used Grell as some sort of hanging thing—you had no idea).

Something was placed on your head, catching your attention.

"I found you!" the same girl sang, dancing around you while giggling happily. Your brows twitched in response, your hands feeling at what she gave you.

They were bunny ears.

You let out an irritated sigh, rubbing your face in exasperation. In a fit of exhaustion, you turn your head towards the small girl, "...What are these for?" you pause and hold out a hand, "...Actually, don't...answer my question..." Your face droops, realizing that the Earl would come soon. Ahh... I don't want to get an earful from Sebastian or Ciel...

You felt the same girl grab your hands and drag you towards a place, but you decided that you'd ignore her. You were brought to a room, and you have to refrain yourself from gagging. For some reason, you were only used to dull colours—mostly because of Ciel's mansion being...dull, but overall, England was a dull place; always dreary-looking, or at least in your opinion. Though, the only bright colours you could stand was Madam Red, but she's barely in your life nowadays, so it doesn't really matter.

Glancing at Grell, you mutter, "What on earth are you doing?"

"Currently," he whimpers, "I am dying."

Your hand twitches in vexation and you turn to the other three servants. They make a noise at the look on your face as you frown at them silently. The three were sweating bullets, feeling your piercing stare, and when they heard the door open, it was like a guardian angel was looking down upon them. Instantly, they ran out of the room, screaming, "Sebastian! Sebastian!" you had to face-palm.

Grell's small wheezes and whimpers catch your attention, making you turn your head. You stare at your friend with a conflicted expression, lips pursed in thought: do you take him down or not? You could faintly hear footsteps behind you, and so you decide to take him down whilst sighing. You really are a troublesome butler, you think, aggravated. A sigh leaves your lips as you unfasten the ungodly ribbons, as well as the noose because it wasn't exactly a pleasing sight.

"...Are you alright?" you question softly, looking at him with scrunched brows, "How... How long have you been hanging there?" The man only nods weakly, giving you a small smile. You flick him on the forehead, "You should be more careful, or else someone will actually...let you do that." You pull him up, gripping his hand tightly.

You missed his thumb rubbing your skin as you turn around, trying to walk away, only to bump into the little girl again. You look down at her, seeing the small pout on her face. "Did you take him down?" she asks you, though you remain unbothered.

"...Yes," you answer hesitantly, awaiting her reaction, "I felt...that he was not needed as an...ornament."

"Eh, really? But, I decorated him so nicely, he should be a decoration, right?" her answer came a bit childish, to which you gave her an odd look. You don't say anything else, focusing on your boots with a neutral expression. You blinked once and her face was instantly in front of yours, making you lean back, startled. "By the way, who are you?" was all you received from the other.

"...[Name] [Surname]," you muttered, not used to the attention. You shift from one foot to the other, deciding to talk a little more, "I'm...a servant or a helper—that's all..."

"It's a pleasure meeting you, [Name]!" she beams, and you look away, squinting. You turn your head back to her and only bow your head in greeting, no longer speaking.

I still didn't catch her name... you sweat-drop, slowly walking away from the bright girl. You were in the back, hearing some of the conversations from both the nobles and butlers. However, the one thing that stood out the most was...the frilly bonnet on Sebastian's head, and you stare, amazed that she managed to put it on him. Your eyes shifted onto the three servants that seemed like they were stabbed, piled onto each other. "What...the..." you trail off into a whisper, hearing the main butler beginning to talk.

"She is the daughter of the Earl of Scotoni, Lady Elizabeth Esel Cordelia Midford," stated Sebastian.

"Sc-Scotoni Elizabert..." Grell beside him sputters, failing to pronounce the name of Lady Elizabeth. It was somewhat relatable, but you figured it wouldn't be that hard once you remember the name—you weren't sure when you would though.

"Lady Elizabeth is the Young Master's fiancee," the other says, looking forward.

"Ah, fiancee?"

At that, everyone stared in shock. They were surprised to hear that the Earl had a fiancee, though, you assumed it was only because the two were nobles (it made sense in your head). You blink, feeling someone grab your hand. You look down. It's her again... you sigh inwardly, raising a brow, perplexed.

"Come on," she urges, "I'll make you even cuter!"

You sweat-drop in response, "I...think I'm fine..."

Feeling yourself beginning to get dragged away, you dig your heels into the ground, not wanting to be taken away like some sort of hound dog. The last thing you heard before the door shut was: "LISTEN TO WHAT PEOPLE ARE TELLING YOU!"

✧✧✧

You sigh in irritation, tugging at the paws that you were forced to wear. It was an odd sight, seeing you in bunny ears and paws; you could've sworn you could hear the servants giggling in amusement at your predicament, but you paid no attention to it. Then again... you glance at the others who were forced to wear dresses and all those things, do I really have it worse...? A snort leaves your lips at the sight of Grell in a white dress that seemed way too innocent for him.

"Th-This... This is so embarrassing!" he exclaims, looking at himself in the mirror with a distraught face.

After some more talking, it turns out that Grell just wanted to 'dress-up in a passionate red dress with a sexy cut that would look truly decadent!' or so he says.

"If I have to live with such shame," turning to the window, he opens it as he exclaims, "I...I may as well die!" Though, he pauses, turning around at you all with his thumb to his mouth, uttering out, "Isn't anyone going to stop me?"

You all pale in response.

Glancing away, you witness the sight of Mey-rin becoming Lady Elizabeth's next victim. You look away out of politeness, squishing the paws together, bored out of your mind. Nothing interesting's happening so far, you sigh.

"Leave it at that," came the Earl's voice. You turn towards the stairs, seeing both him and Sebastian standing there. An interesting entrance, you muse. You honestly thought he'd bail on the poor girl but guess not; he had proven you wrong.

"Ciel!" Elizabeth gasps, clasping her hands together, "You really are cute!" She instantly glomps him, spinning him and his hat goes flying, hitting you in the face.

A quiet noise leaves your lips as you grimace, scrunching your face. Suddenly, a cold chill runs down your spine, causing you to turn your head towards the two children. Ah... Ciel wasn't wearing the ring that Lady Elizabeth had prepared for him, the latter throwing a fit because of it. You bent down to grab the hat, hearing some of the banter between the two.

"GIVE IT BACK!" the Earl's voice boomed, echoing within the bright manor, and he outstretched his hand, "Give that back right now, Elizabeth."

"Why are you getting so angry?" Lady Elizabeth counters, her face scrunched in confusion, "I went out of my way, and..." she doesn't continue her sentence due to Ciel's narrowed glare. Taking a step back, she asks hesitantly, "What is it? I was just trying to make everything cute."

From what you could understand, Lady Elizabeth wanted Ciel to wear a different ring and is now currently throwing a fit, but, you automatically assumed that the ring was precious to the Earl—no one wears a ring that isn't their size just for fun (rings are insanely heavy). You approach the arguing fiancees, standing in between the two.

You were about to open your mouth, but you were surprised to see Lady Elizabeth raise her hand with the ring, screaming, "I HATE THIS RING!" However, before anything could happen, you reacted quickly, stopping the young girl to throw it.

She blinks, opening her watery emerald-green eyes. "Eh?" her eyes glance over to you and then your hand.

You stood there, unblinking, "...Lady Elizabeth, please...refrain from doing such things. It is...unsightly for a noble to act like that." You bow your head, "Please return the ring as it isn't yours." Then, you turn around, facing the blue-haired boy, "...You...forgot your hat." You stiffly put the hat on his head, avoiding any direct contact with the Earl and hastily made your leave.

For a few minutes, there was silence until Sebastian walks forward, handing the cane to Ciel and then advances to the crying girl. He puts his hand to his chest, stating, "That ring was something incredibly important to our master. It was one of a kind, passed down through generations of Phantomhive family heads. Please forgive my master's rudeness."

"Th-That precious a ring... I..." Lady Elizabeth's eyes were on the ring that Ciel had slipped on, "I... Ciel, I'm..." Before she could continue, the Earl shakes his head.

"It doesn't matter. It was nothing but an old ring," he says, seemingly unbothered but it was obvious he was going to be greatly nerved if the ring would break. Turning around, he continues to speak, "Even without it, the head of the Phantomhive household is me."

You all collectively stare at him, mildly surprised by his words.

It wasn't long for the two to make up, which also surprised you. Usually, whenever couples or friends argue (from what you've seen), it'd take at least one day or so for them to forgive one another—then again, it depends on the cause of the argument or fight.

Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of a violin and someone singing. Is it waltz music? you questioned inwardly, leaning forward with some interest. An oddly placed piano caught your eye, and you squint, that's...a coincidentally placed piano... Your eyes shift onto Grell, who was the one singing, and you realize he has a glint in his eye. Ah... So he does want me to play the piano... you sweat-drop and shuffle over to the piano.

With a long sigh, you begin to play a melody that'd match the melody Sebastian and Grell were playing, surprising the four servants even further.

And so, the two nobles started to dance the night away.

✧✧✧

"I—We," Grell glances over at you, "shall take responsibility for delivering Lady Elizabeth home safely." You lean back in the carriage, legs and arms crossed. You release a small hum, glancing over at the other butler, waiting for him to take a seat.

"Will you be all right?" questions Bald, narrowing an eye at the man suspiciously.

"Yes. After all," the other puts a hand on his chest, closing his eyes with a smile, "I am one hell of a butler." He approaches the male that he stole the line from, grabbing his hands whilst saying, "Sebastian, I have learned so many things about being a butler from you." You have to refrain from sighing. Grell continues to speak, "It is said that once people are on the precipice of death, they relive moments of their life. I believe that when I am close to my own demise, I will relive tonight's dreamlike world many times."

Sebastian only responds with a sigh, "How ironic for you to say that."

"He's the type who ends up living forever," states Mey-rin.

You peek your head from your seat, a dead-pan on your face, "...Grell, how long do you want to keep me waiting? We have to...return Lady Elizabeth to her manor before she gets in trouble..."

"Oh, yes! We'll be on our way now."

You wave good-bye to the others. "See you later..."

So, you two drove the sleeping girl away towards her manor, nothing being said between the two of you.

Nothing more, nothing less.

𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 ��𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

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epilogue

The end to everything, is what an epilogue is. The last chapter of a book, the last page of a chapter, the last word of a page, the last thought of a character. An epilogue is what everyone expects it to be; an ending to everything.

But within an epilogue lies bitter but a sweet tone, it holds friendships and moments worth cherishing, it gives an image to the brain and a thought to have through the day. It leaves you thinking of wanting to go back to the book, for it felt like you haven’t enjoyed it as much as you should’ve.

Seeing the big bold words “The End” or turning just to see the last page, it’s scary, for you’re closing the story of someone.

But is it scary, knowing what happens? If you’ve witnessed it time and time again, is it scary knowing the story’s fate? Do you still dread knowing what happens or do you sit still, not uttering a word.

An epilogue is scary, but it is just as welcoming.

You simply just need to accept it, and cherish the moments you had with the story. A book (or person) never dies as long as they’re forgotten.

#yuureoo