Greetings Traveler! I’m Rene of Meivoures, and I will be your companion! Although I may be busy with handling the reigning sovereign’s affairs, I shall do my best to accompany you in your travels
First things first, here are the rules that their majesty had requested you read through, secondly if you wish to talk to me, you may call for Arthur, my assistant, he shall make sure that your words are to reach my ears,
And lastly as the people of Meivoures say; May the stellar creator smile upon you and bless you a safe journey
A/n: I’ve argued this with my friend because they said Zhongli was hotter than Obey me Lucifer when they are literally the same person in different fonts, so I made this out of spite
P.S; I’ve won, and now they are simping for my boy Luci
P.P.S; this is inspired by this work/comic ☆
Pairings: Female!Obey me Lucifer!Reader x Mortal!Zhongli
“A contract you say?” Y/n, who sat at her office desk in the House of Lamentations, repeats the words of the male mortal
“Yes, miss Y/n a contract. One that lasts forever.” Zhongli confirmed,
“I do not know why you wish to have a contract when you already have a pact with me but very well, I shall grant your request.” Y/n sighs and grabs the pen on her desk, Zhongli however stops her by placing his hand over hers.
“Mr. Zhongli?” Y/n stares quizzically at the male that smiled at her.
“Pardon me, Miss y/n.” Placing a hand on her shoulder Zhongli leans downwards and places his lips on hers.
“Mn..!”
Zhongli places his unoccupied hand on Y/n’s jaw and tilts her head a bit for her comfort,
The male mortal separates with the female once he felt his breathe shorten, swiping his thumb over Y/n’s lips, “marriage contract, complete.”
A soft chuckle erupts from her, as a familiar heat came crawling over her face, “you sure are bold Mr. Zhongli, having me — the avatar of pride — as your wife?”
“I am sure about my decisions Miss Y/n,” Zhongli merely smiles at her, “it’s settled then, from this day forth, you are bound to me, and me alone,” Y/n’s smile was the last thing he saw before his vision faded into black.
“I see you’ve finally awoken,” a feminine voice intrudes Zhongli’s ears as he wakes up from his dream,
“Miss Y/n?” He questions, sitting up from the bed — that was clearly not his — rubbing away the sleepiness from his eyes.
“Miss Y/n? Are you still sick?” Zhongli felt a shift from his side and a warm hand placed on his forehead.
“You’re not making sense Miss Y/n, I’ve been calling you that since the start of the program” He asked back, in which Y/n just chuckles at “Zhongli, dear, it’s been years since the exchange program, we’ve been married for 6 years and counting now” she explained with a soft look.
“Y/n! Human-in-law! Your child is-Oh” Mammon—with a child in his arms—stood by the door frame after kicking the door open before Zhongli could reply, and earning the white haired male the elder demoness’s annoyance.
“Mammon.” She called his name with an irked smile and a dark glare on her face.
“Let’s run Xiao!” The said male laughed nervously before running out of the room.
The dark haired child’s laugh could be heard along the hallways of the House of Lamentations.
Y/n sighs, standing up from the bed, leaving a kiss on Zhongli’s forehead and left the room to scold her younger brother.
Zhongli could only chuckle at the never changing antics of the two siblings
Intruducing: Il Dottore!Reader, not really specified but is aimed toward’s Bonten’s trio; Sanzu, Ran, and Rindou
Warnings: Swearing/Profanity, Mentions of blood
A/n: The idea showed up at 1 am when I was reading the webtoon, Shorter than most of the one shots made
P.S; I’ve only found what I could in Dottore’s personality in the webtoon!
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
Three loud intruding noises echoed in the darkness of the room, the next louder than the previous one,
The individual inside didn’t seem to answer the one outside,
Irritated by the ignorance of the doctor they started banging louder,
Bang!
Bang!
“Open up you psychopathic motherfucker!” His voice shouted from the outside
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
”If you don’t stop pounding that goddamned door, I’ll use your body as a guinea pig!” The one inside threatened and strode towards the entrance of the laboratory, gripping the knobs tight once he stood at the door, and forcefully opened it, glaring and scowling at the bloodied figure that appeared behind it.
“You got a lot of nerve to disturb me for this shit,” clicking their tongue, the masked individual grabbed his non-injured hand, pulled them inside, and pushed them on the chair by the sideline,
“Don’t touch anything, but if you want a limb gone, go ahead” He nodded, and waved them off “hurry up and get your shit, I still have a job to finish”
“You reek of women and you call that a job, don’t know why Mikey even hired you” the masked individual insulted him and walked towards the glass cabinet behind him, filled with lines and lines of vials with who knows what kind of liquid experiments the mad doctor conducts.
Unaware of the other individual that was already behind him, his face was forcefully turned towards them, “Hey! I’m injured remember?!” He chided at them as best as he could with the rough, gloved hands on his jaw.
They merely ignored his complaint, opened the vial that contains a glowing, white liquid.
Forcibly opening his mouth with their grip, they moved their hand slightly above his mouth, letting the liquid drop down their throat, choking him in the process.
Letting him down the whole bottle, the mad doctor throws the glass object somewhere in the room, mentally reminding themselves to have someone clean it up later.
“You out of your mind?!” The male who was reduced to a coughing fit berated them, “What kind of doctor hurts their patient?!”
The said person however stood quiet, and irritatingly awaited for the results of the experiment they had made long ago, one would just hope that it wasn’t laced with poison.
"You speak of the pathetic fool Krupp, there’s a difference between the master and his dog” they remarked a satisfied smirk appeared in the open area of their mask, and an evil glint dancing around their eyes, “tell me, what do you feel?”
“Strangely stronger than usual. 'S as if I could win against Mikey in a fight...” Their grin enlarges as the seconds pass
“It’s a success then!” They muttered, hauling the male up and tossing him out of the room,
“It doesn’t ache anymore..?” Confused he unconsciously touched around where his wounds previously where, they were gone..
Whatever that strange liquid was Y/n made him drink, informing Mikey of this discovery was top priority, lest they let the mad doctor overthrow Bonten with their malicious experiments
Hi! I hope I’m not being annoying but can I please request HC of Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji, Sanzu and Haitani brothers when MC is their childhood best friend/crush and is the sweetest person ever, full of rainbows and sunshines
And one day they are walking home when they see a man harassing a girl (probably a year younger) and till the time the boys finish thinking (about what move would impress MC)MC had already beat that man real bad (he would be bleeding with half his teeth knocked out or shit) and then she’s being all shy with them
Sorry for such a long ask
I really love your writing!!
Brutally Lovable
A/n: Hello! Thank you for requesting and apologies that it’s late!
Warnings: Harassment, violence (reading beating someone to a pulp), swearing, mentions of blood
❝ He and you were practically together since you two were in diapers..❞
- His and your moms were high school friends who decided to let their children be each other’s playmates (your mom’s friend had a head start with their eldest)
- Loves the fact that you are so lovable, it makes him want to put you inside of his pockets where he thinks you would be safe forever.
- Whether it be you feeding the strays on the road, or you begging him to keep the puppy in his house because one of your family members were allergic.
- Although you’ve never really trained martial arts like them (or in some cases fought someone) thanks to your visual comprehension skills, you had his techniques memorized, from his stances to how hard he delivers his blows, you’ve got it all engraved in your body!
- And due to him declaring that he will be your ‘protector’. You’ve never really had to act on it.
- For that reason he had never really saw you fight, well until now.
Walking home with them was a normal occurrence in your long line of friendship, he basically barges in your school knowing that classes would be over. (He sometimes doesn’t even wait and just drags you out of class)
“Hey, hey N/n I got tickets for the amusement park! And I was wondering-” he stopped his when he realized that you had paused to stare at something,
Turning his gaze towards the thing you were looking at and saw a high school male wearing a white bosozoku styled uniform that said “SHIN∞JUKU MOEBIUS” at the back, and a middle schooler around Takemitchy’s (or Kakucho’s) age that was trying hard to push the bastard away.
“Come on just give me your number and I’ll leave you alone” the creep tried to bribe her.
‘This is my chance to show off my skills! N/n-chin will surely fall for me now!’ he gleamed, though he didn’t notice when you had placed your bag on the ground, or when you walked up the the fucker and delivered his famous attack at the back of his head, shocking the middle schooler that had saw you.
‘What should I use though?' While he was stuck in his fantasies, you were sitting on the creep, delivering several hits to the face,
Only came back to his senses when he was shook back to reality by the frightened middle schooler who looked at him with wide eyes and told him to stop you before you could murder a guy
↳ Bastard ignored her anyways, cheered you on during the process and only pulled you away when he deemed the scene satisfactory in his eyes,
↳ Challenges you to fight him every now and then, you think it’s for training purposes and he thinks it’s a cute way to hangout
- Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano, Keisuke ‘Edward’ Baji, Ran Haitani
↳ Sensible, listened to the middle schooler and pulled you away before another teeth could bust out of the delinquent’s mouth, (he got hit by your elbow in the process LOL)
↳ Attempted to scold you but failed when you pouted at him, treated you to your favorite food as a reward for the failed attempt,
- Ken ‘Draken’ Ryuguji, Chifuyu Matsuno, Rindou Haitani
↳ The dirt bag joined you in beating the guy up, the both of you only pulled away when the middle schooler threatened to call the cops on you both.
↳ Thinks that you two beating someone up could be a new hobby to be done together…
A/n: Obsessed with this audio and had to create this
P.S; I’m rewriting the original plot of my Takeomi x reader fanfic right now ‘cause this is going to be the plot
With: Takeomi Akashi of Tokyo Revengers. and GN!Reader
P.P.S: Takeomi’s a bitch but he’s somehow perfect for the enemies to lovers plot??
Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Knives, swearing a few times,
The Banquet of Venrel, an important tradition for the people of Nox. Especially for the Imperial family of Athen.
A day of celebration where the Goddess Venrel and the savior of Nox, the previous empress thousands of seasons ago, had come together as one to fight against the demons of Gehenna.
“Can you keep up with me, your highness?”
But that was not the case this year, for Y/n’s father and the current ruler of Gehenna had agreed to “be at peace” per their words.
“Are you questioning my abilities, demon?”
They agreed to a marriage proposal, to unify the two colliding nations, and to birth an heir.
The crowned heirs of Gehenna and Nox were to receive this obligation,
This means you of course,
You, Y/n, the treasured crowned heir of Nox, and the jewel child of Athen, eldest of 7 siblings, you, who the emperor favored because the blood of Venrel flows stronger in you.
And he, Takeomi Akashi, as your betrothed, the bastard of Gehenna’s ruler, he whose mother wasn’t even an imperial concubine but a mere lower ranking one, and yet was proven to be wiser than the Empress’s rowdy biological first son, Haruchiyo Akashi.
The marriage of both heirs would be held at dawn before the Banquet, a ceremony of breaking tradition despite the people’s protest to do it days before.
And after matrimony to celebrate this joyous event at the Banquet, you and him must lead the dance, the Emperor expects both of you to do this flawlessly for he is going against the Goddess Venrel, as well his ancestor.
The Banquet must be perfect.
Standing in front of the statue of the goddess Venrel Under the glow of the moon, with both of your fathers looking down from the podium of the castle.
The unsheathed ceremonial knife held in your right, Takeomi’s dominant hand placed on your left, you silently sigh, you really were going to do this.
‘Let’s hope for the best..’
Placing the sharp edge of the object on his palm, you sliced through the skin and watched the blood drop on the rim of the chalice.
After letting a few of his drop, you hand over the knife to him as he does the same to your left. Wincing a few seconds after as the cold wind brushes upon your opened wound.
Watching as the blood glows a dim purple and red, you entwined his bloody palm with yours, placing your right on his shoulder, and him placing his left on your waist as the music began.
Click, Clomp,
The sound of yours and his heels echoes with the music, your bodies moving in unison as the fallen blood that mixed created a path of white fire and withered roses from where you and him had stepped upon.
Truly majestic, it was as if they were seeing the Goddess themselves, guiding the both of you in the music.
Getting lost in the familiar music you had trained yourself ‘til blood and tears, you hadn’t notice when the wound had closed up, nor when the music was nearing its end.
Twirling you around with his hand raised, Takeomi watches as your breathe quickens when he dips you. ‘You were getting tired’ he notes.
With a shit eating grin plastered on his face, he bends his upper half and whispers next to your ear “for a measly human with blood of the goddess you sure can get tired easily” He taunted.
“Shut up you fucker,” You insulted him.
“Ah, such a foul mouthed imperial child,”
You wish you had punch his face when the people weren’t looking
A/n: this is a side story from my fanfic featuring my Oc Takami Baji, Keisuke Baji’s 19 year old brother! A late gift for Baji’s birthday (～￣▽￣)～
P.s: If you know my story o(*￣︶￣*)o Let’s keep quiet for now
Pairings: none (but if you look closely I should have inserted Y/n there)
Warnings: Spoilers for Episode 21, Canon Character death, Spoilers for Bonten arc (Chapters 193-200), OOC Baji, mentions of blood, death, and guns.
Genre: angst-ish, fluff
November, 1990
Takami Baji who had recently just turned 4 years old, is patiently sitting by the seats near the E.R of the public hospital that his mother was currently giving birth in.
The childlike ignorance that had entered his system distracted him so much that he didn’t hear his mom screaming profanities and threats at his poor dad.
But he didn’t care for that because he was going to be a big brother any moment now! His eyes sparkled in glee as he thought of the things he and his baby brother were going to do when they got out of the hospital.
He could read him the picture books that his friend had lent him, they could play with the stuffed toy (in which he got as a gift), or if his none of his parents weren’t looking he could teach his brother to say his own name for his first words! And if he were lucky enough, he could sneak in a cat!
Takami could finally brag to his friends that he was an older brother! ‘Take that Toshio and Masato! Ya guys aren’t the only ones who have younger siblin's now!’ He cheerily thought, swinging his tiny feet back and forth, his black doe like eyes watching the nurses pass by the other hallways.
Fortunately for him it seems like ‘any moment’ was happening now because he had heard the loud cries of his baby brother, hopping off the stool that he sat on, and waddled as fast as his little feet could carry him a few feet at the door.
November, 1991
“Mom!!” Takami, who had turned five a few weeks prior to his little brother, had shouted while running towards the kitchen to his mother who had been cooking Keisuke’s birthday cake.
“Kei said his first word!!” He informed her with bright eyes, clutching on the hems of her shirt.
“Byakuya get the camera!” Their mom had ordered, dropping the bowl and mixer in her hands, and wiped her hands using the apron that she soon threw carelessly to the side.
Thud!
His father fell on the ground due to excitement, shouting “I’m alright!” As he stood up and ran towards the play pen where their youngest sat, playing with Takami’s stuffed animals.
“come on Kei, can you tell mommy what you told Big Bro Taka?” She cooed and lifted the birthday boy in her embrace, while their father were angling the camcorder to the mother-son pair,
Keisuke squirmed around in her hold when he felt his mom tickle his cheeks, trying to escape the prison and go back to the toys on his crib.
“Ta..! Ta’mi!” He babbled, arms reaching for the pre-schooler who stood next to their father.
“He did it again!” Takami cheered and brought his hands up to the air to celebrate his victory over his parents, much to their dismay.
November, 1992
“Yer not the only one with a younger siblin’ now Masato!” 6 years old Takami bragged when he had finally been allowed to invite his friends over when his parents had gotten the hang of taking care of their rowdy baby
Although Takami usually confuses hia friends because of their identical, well, everything! From the color of their clothes to the color of their shoes, the only way one could tell them apart was their parting hairstyle.
“But yours is a different kind of younger sibling Taka, so I still win!” The eldest of the twins who had his hair parted to the right side, had stuck his tongue out clearly mocking his friend because of his cluelessness.
“Yeah Masato’s right Takami” the younger twin who has his hair parted to the left, agreed with his look-alike.
“No I win because I was Kei’s first word while yers was either yer mom or yer dad!” Takami had also stuck his tongue out while giving him a glare.
“No I win because my younger brother follows right after me, while you still have to wait for yours!”
And their argument lasted until their moms had scolded them for fighting with the toddler beside them.
November 3, 1995
Three years had officially past with Keisuke in his Kindergartener years, and Takami in his third year in elementary.
“Mom look! Mrs. Hiiragi placed a star on me!” Keisuke grinned as he showed off the back of his hand That showed a big star with a “You did well” written on it, his other hand holding up a piece of paper that had a really colorful drawing.
The drawing contained a yellow sun on the top left corner, 2 blue clouds by underneath it, a green field with a red house above it, and a family of 4 in the middle, with their names placed above it,
Mom, Dad, Tamaki, and Me!
Was what he had written, the mom laughs at her youngest’s mistake on her other son’s name. “But Kei, you got Taka’s name wrong,” she had gently explained to him, pulling him close and gripped the sides of the paper.
“I did?!” The boy wonders and looks back at the paper, “You spelt his name wrong’” she confirmed, “It’s Takami, not Tamaki you got his ‘M’ and ‘K’ switched” she playfully pinches his nose making her son whine in response as he tried to push of her slender hands.
“I’m home!” Speak of the devil and he shall appear,
“Takami!” Keisuke cheered, crawling out of his mother’s embrace, he ran towards his eldest sibling in joy “Can you go with me to Mikey’s Dojo?” He had hugged Takami the moment he had stepped up the Tatami.
“If mom allows it!” Takami had hugged him back while sporting the same grin.
Keisuke had looked back at their mom expectantly.
She succumbed and agreed with a promise of coming home early, in which they acknowledged.
December, 2000
With the years passing by so fast Takami almost didn’t notice when he and Keisuke slightly drifted apart,
“Hey Takami, do you think I can own a pet-shop together with Kazutora when we’re older?” The younger who sat across him from the desk with his books scattered, had asked. He was finally getting some of his elementary works together with his brother! This didn’t usually happen anymore now, and Keisuke was joyful that he finally got some time alone with his brother, (Even if it meant that he had to study)
“Of course ya can why?” Takami, who was now forced to wear reading glasses due to an eye-condition that he had inherited from their father’s side of the family.
“Nothing, it’s just Math is too hard and if I had to do this to own a pet-shop then I’d rather be someone like mom now” Keisuke had glared at the papers in front of him.
“Ya mean a male wife? I mean if ya want to, but if ya really want to own one, why not let me help ya in managin’ the math?” Takami chuckled, placing his flip-phone down on the desk as he temporarily blocked his friend who kept spamming his email.
“You will??” Keisuke had excitedly asked the male in his early teens, after dropping the book in his hands, Takami confirms with a nod, holding out his hand with his little finger the only one standing tall, “It’s a promise,” He grins when Keisuke did the same and wrapped their fingers together
“It’s a promise!” Keisuke repeated “and the one who breaks it must cut off their pinky!”
Takami still thinks that consequence is too brutal..
August, 2003
Takami, 16 years old turning 17, had watched his mother kneel with her head planted on the ground in front of the Sano family.
“My sons and I send our condolences to your family for the recently deceased, along with me shouldering the responsibility for Keisuke and Kazutora’s actions,” He had heard his mother proclaim, the Sano family head remained unwavering, along with his remaining grandson. (Both of them were unaware of the platinum haired male that the deceased had adopted as one of their own.)
“I also apologize for lettin' them run rampant without my supervision Mr. Sano” Takami had apologize and went on all fours with his forehead touching the ground.
“Please raise your heads, there's nothing to forgive.” The Sano head had requested.
The only female of the Sano family cried in the arms of her friend, who also was the person Keisuke was courting.
Keisuke kneeled in the front row near the left, next to his friend group Draken, Mitsuya, and Pah-chin, all 4 of them had tears in the corners of their eyes.
Takami was beginning to think that with him joining a gang in the middle of his middle school years, he was becoming a bad influence on Keisuke.
From lighting abandoned cars on fire, to agreeing with his friend to steal a bike instead of letting him know.
Thank god his mother, and the person Keisuke was courting knocks some of his senses back when he couldn’t.
November, 2004
“this looks like a good one” Takami, recently turned 18, in the middle of his last year in high school, had complemented his younger brother’s gift for his s/o, Keisuke had bought a set of matching necklaces, a heart shaped lock, and a key.
“Looks like ya have really grown this time!” Currently they were buying a bouquet of flowers, and Keisuke insisted on getting his help because Takami knows more of the language of flowers.
“Oh shove off Takami!” The younger male looked away with a pout.
“Oh~ this would be a good gift! A bouquet of red tulips and lilacs please! Oh, and please add a note that says ‘Happy anniversary Y/n’ too!” Takami cheerily requests at the male florist who smiled back at him.
“Alright, will you pay using card or cash?” the florist had asked, “Card please” Takami had handed him the thing.
“Try not to scare Y/n off Keisuke, they’re a real keeper!” Takami had laughed at his younger brother who had his cheeks tinted red.
“Also here,” Takami had handed him a box with blue wrappings and a yellow ribbon tied around it.
“Happy 14th birthday Kei.” He gently hit Keisuke’s head with the material in hand.
“And live longer than me why don’t ya, yer gettin’ more ‘n’ more reckless I can’t keep bustin’ yer ass outta trouble!”
“The same goes for you Takami! You’re supposed to be kind and respectful towards others as mom said!”
Another promise was made between them..
October, 2005
The only month of the year that Takami had rather erase from existence, the cursed month of Bloody Halloween, the month of horror and laughs were filled with cries and pleads from him and his brother’s friends.
“Hey, Kei didn’t ya promise to watch the fireworks together this year?” He had asked through the tears that blurred his vision, gripping his younger brother’s , bloodied, cold, and calloused hands tight.
If he were faster, if he had never went to Harajuku, if he had known that an accident would occur, if he had allowed his gang mates to dispatch when the fight took too far,
Would Keisuke still be alive?
“Hah, looks like I’m...breaking mine” Keisuke laughs through the pain in his lower abdomen and his lower back.
“Hey now don’t say that,” The elder male sniffed, ”Ya will be alright.” He had convinced, though if he didn’t know who he was convincing.
“Mom’s waitin’ fer ya at home, so please stay with me Kei.” Takami pleaded to whoever was watching from above.
“Don’t leave us like dad did Kei,”
“Let’s be brothers again in another life Takami” Keisuke pledges in his final moments
Takami still thinks that the consequences of broken promises are too brutal..
November, 2018
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The loud, continuous, gun shot echoed on the walls of the blood stained room.
In the middle of it all, stood a blood covered individual, short black-hair, narrowed black eyes,
Clap!
Clap!
Sang another, “Job well done once again president~” the voice cooed as they strutted closer to the other despite the pools of red that had continue to spread out on the floors. Blood splattering on their white 4 inch stilettos.
“Aria, not the time.” another had chided.
“Oh right, it’s that time of the year already” Aria, had laughed at her forgetfulness.
“Are you visiting his tomb again president?~”
Gun clicking, and pointed at the back of her head. “I told you to watch your words Kisaki,” The other’s soothing voice had threatened her, yellow, and red pupils staring at the back of her head with menace.
“Or do you want to drop dead like these humans?”
“Lower you weapon executive.” The superior had finally spoken “this is no time for a chat, Aria run after the ones that had escaped, Katsu with me.” He glared at both of them.
“Yes~” the female sang once more and sped towards the left door.
I deleted the first one because of a small problem but all is well now!
I’ve written a small scenario of @dancingintherainwithchifuyu’s recent Draken angst!
Warnings: Mentions of death but no one really dies, Female reader (I’m so sorry!), Spoilers for Valhalla and Tenjiku arc, Draken is kinda OOc I think
The Red thread of Fate,
A popular myth that circles the subject of "soulmates" that originated from the Chinese Mythology.
Red has been known to symbolizes many things, ones such as;
Passion, Warmth, Happiness, and Strength,
But it also symbolizes;
Defiance, and Aggression
Y/n despised the color red with all of her being,
It's always what she had seen since birth, up until now,
Red threads, she has always told that she was special to see the threads of fate, his parents, her siblings, her aunts and uncles, basically her own family.
If it wasn't for that "blessing" then maybe he wouldn't be in this state right now.
Kneeling on her bed, head buried in the pillows, a hand tightly clenching her chest, panting, forcing herself to swallow the consequences of the task that she did moments prior to now.
"Do you think Emma will like this?"
"I can't hang out right now, me and Emma already had plans"
"I really think me and Emma are soulmates! I mean.."
Emma this, Emma that. It's always been her, every time that she and Draken met up she's always the reason that she sees Draken's face slightly beaming up in joy. Honestly Y/n felt sorry for the said girl, she was always, always so kind to her whenever they met, for her to receive her hidden distasteful thoughts was completely unreasonable,
She pities herself too really, pitying herself that Draken will never know whose string was Emma connected to, pitying herself for the fact that she didn't have it in her to say who it was.
Because Emma's string, it was never connected to anyone. And that the dark aura of death follows her, slowly creeping closer, ready to take her anytime.
Maybe that was the reason she did this,
"Hah, I wish I could see who my string's attached to, I'd honestly cut it if it wasn't her"
Breaking her own bond with the tall, tattooed blonde childhood friend of hers, who also happened to be her unwilling soulmate.
"Fuck.." Her own words were muffled thanks to the pillow who was supporting her head.
"Just a few more minutes left. Endure it Y/n, you've done this for so long already.." She notes, her grip on both fabrics that were threatening to tear, loosened each minute.
For their happiness, she cut her own, and as best as she could, tied theirs together despite knowing about the little time that Emma had left.
The unease and slight ache of his heart wasn't a common occurrence despite being the Vice-Leader of one of the strongest gangs that ruled over Tokyo.
To him, it felt like something was wrong, something rather off putting, it was as if he lost someone close, he just didn't know who.
He shook his head as though it would do something to rid of the feeling, and went on his way to visit his long term friend who he had been ignoring for a few weeks now.
It wasn't as though he was ignoring him on purpose but the bloody incident of Halloween had just past, with Baji was still not showing any signs of waking up, along with Emma's birthday that is also coming close. He couldn't be blamed for the fact that he was so secretly disorganized back in his room.
Draken knew most of the places his friend hangs around and what time she comes,
And at times like these Y/n would be seen in the little book cafe that had recently opened and had gained their attention thanks to Chifuyu.
Chifuyu was right of course, with the latest volumes of the mangas and magazines stocked, and their treats that had fitted their budgets was a go-to spot for them.
Draken should really apologize for the fact that she had left them on hold for a while.
Low and behold the person that Draken knew was going to be there, sitting by the window a manga in hand and a cup of her season’s go-to drink.
Entering the cafe with a tiny smile on his face, Draken greets the staff as usual, and just casually went over to their place.
“Y/n!” He greets with a wave of his hand.
It was strange, strange on how shocked she seemed to be, strange on how she looked around and then pointed towards herself in confusion.
“Yeah, it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other haven't we?” He stops in front of her, placing a hand of the other chair across her.
“So, what are you reading?” Draken asks, feigning ignorance at her obviously confused face.
“I’m sorry, but do I know you?” Shocked, Draken pauses his action of pulling the chair back.
Silence surrounded their usually lively table.
“..What?” He finally lets out, looking at the female who sat in front of him, book placed on the table, with her hands on top of it.
“You must’ve gotten the wrong person. I have never met someone like you in all of my life” she faintly tilts her head to the left, hesitation evident in her tone.
Just then he remembers Mitsuya’s words that Mikey had randomly asked due to sugar rush.
“For someone to suddenly forget about an individual? They cut their strings I think, or at least that’s what my mom told me”
