#oc:kyo

[jaysworlds]

every friendship group should have:

a mean bisexual

an even meaner lesbian

she/theys

and he/theys

a token straight that’s on thin ice

an astrology bitch who’s got everyone’s birth chart memorized

and a short king

(picrew by carrotkake)

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That … was fair enough, actually, and she said as much. He gave her another lopsided smile and nodded.

“Your smile is nice,” Daryn noted, and he laughed, perhaps a little nervously, colour flooding his cheeks.

“What?”

“Your smile. It’s nice. I haven’t seen it before.”

“You’re drunk.”

She rolled her eyes, rolling onto her back to look up at the ceiling. “Just a little bit. But it is a nice smile.”

“Just a lottle bit.”

“That’s not a word.”

“How would you know? You’re drunk.”

Daryn huffed at him. “I know what I’m talking about.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“I’m a little tipsy,” Daryn told him, reaching up to poke his mouth when he leaned over her. “And your smile is nice.”

“Why are you so insistent about this?”

“Why are you so insistent about it?”

“I’m not.”

Daryn rolled her eyes, reaching up to poke his mouth again. Kyo caught her hand before she could this time, stopping her before she could. “Don’t do that.”

“You are insistent,” Daryn told him, although she graciously didn’t poke his mouth anymore. “You’re saying ‘oh, I don’t have a nice smile, you’re just drunk.’ But you do.”

gay people being gay i love them <3

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its thinking about mari and kyo and their horrible terrible no good very bad relationship hours

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Whumptober Day Seventeen

No one was supposed to know. It was just a dumb crush, and Kyo wasn’t exactly going to tell anyone about it. He would just put up with it until it went away, and no one would be any the wiser, least of all Daryn.

He doesn’t know how Rachel had found out. She’d just started throwing him knowing looks whenever he had to go attend to Daryn, making comments that suggested she knew a little more than she was letting on.

He’d ignored it, at first. It wasn’t his problem, as long as she didn’t say anything, and it didn’t seem like she would. So it was fine.

But she sidles up to him one day, a sweet smile on her face, and he slowly begins to realise that maybe it is going to be a problem.

“Does she know?” Rachel asks, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “The princess?”

Kyo gives her a look that he hopes is suitably mystified. “Does she know what?”

Rachel giggles, and Kyo has to refrain from rolling his eyes. “That you like her, of course.”

“I don’t,” he says, crossing his arms. “What do you want?”

“Oh, you do,” Rachel says, smile widening. “Don’t you want her to know?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Kyo snaps, and tries to push past her. “I don’t like her.”

“Then you won’t mind if I tell her?”

Kyo stops short, blood going cold. “Just … shut up.”

“You do like her.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Kyo snaps, spinning around to face her. “She doesn’t know, and she’s not going to.”

“Of course,” Rachel says, eyes wide and innocent. “I wouldn’t dream of telling her.”

She’s lying, and Kyo starts to panic, just a little. He needs this job, needs the money it brings in, because there’s no chance of Mari ever offering him cash. And more than that, he needs Daryn, too. She’s the closest thing he’s had to a friend in a long time, and he doesn’t want to have to go back to being alone. Besides, she needs him too, no matter how much she might deny it.

Rachel is gone before Kyo can sort his thoughts out enough to say anything, and he doesn’t want to go after her to argue the point. Just goes about his day with something uncomfortable settled in his chest.

It’s a week before she brings it up again. She wants him to do her work for her, and she never outright threatens to tell Daryn, but he gets the message all the same. Maybe if he were braver he would just tell her to leave him alone, but he’s not, and he doesn’t want to risk calling her bluff.

So he just does what she wants. It’s a lot of work, but he doesn’t complain. Can’t afford to.

It’s blackmail, he knows that, but there’s nothing he can do about it. The only way to make it stop would be to tell Daryn himself, and there is no chance of that happening.

She doesn’t need to know.

He doesn’t want to know what would happen if she found out. If her father found out. Maybe she would never speak to him again; maybe he’d be fired. If the king found out then chances are Daryn would somehow get into trouble for it, and he couldn’t bear to be the reason she got hurt.

It’s not a good situation to be in. Rachel can force him to do practically anything, though maybe if he’s lucky she’ll never try anything bigger than just making him do extra work, work that she should be doing.

A crush is a stupid thing to be blackmailed over, and he kind of hates himself for letting her do it at all, for letting her find out, but it’s too late now. She knows, and he’s a coward. That’s the end of it.

He’ll just have to deal with it.

And in the end, it doesn’t matter. Daryn fires him anyway.

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Whumptober Day Fifteen

Mari’s good at healing. Of course she is. She’s top of her class in everything, has to be. Her parents wouldn’t accept anything less.

She doesn’t mind the pressure. It inspires her, in a way, to be better than the best, better than anyone else, and she never works as well when there’s no one pushing her to do better.

But this is the first time she’s ever had to use it in real life, and she’s not good enough.

It’s not even a person, which is lucky, she supposes. If it were a person then they would be dying, and she wouldn’t be able to save them.

Still, the horse beneath her hands is still trying to thrash, though it’s slowly growing weaker, no matter how much magic she pushes into its wounds. She should be helping, should be doing something, but still the animal isn’t getting better.

She doesn’t know what she’s doing wrong. She isn’t doing anything wrong; everything she’s doing is exactly right, exactly the way she’s been taught. It just … it isn’t working.

There’s no one here to see her failing, but that doesn’t make it any better. That doesn’t make her failure any less terrible. She’s still failing.

She doesn’t even know how the animal got injured. It’s just … it’s hurt, and she wants to help.

But she can’t. No matter what she does. It’s still. Going. To. Die.

She’s angry, really. With herself, because this should be easy. Healing is easy, she’s always excelled at it, so why now is she failing? When she really needs it?

“What are you doing?”

Mari spins, terrified. She shouldn’t be here, on the wrong side of the boarder, but she feels more afraid of someone seeing her fail than she is of getting caught here.

“I’m helping,” she tries, casting around for whoever spoke. She can’t see them, and that only makes her anxiety worse.

“You’re making it worse.”

It’s a boy. He steps out from between the trees, a smug grin on his face, and for a moment she wants to hit him.

But no, that’s ridiculous. She’s only angry at herself, and she needs to contain it. Anger never leads to anything good.

“What would you suggest I do?” she says, not taking her hands of the animal, though its thrashing is slowing.

“Let it die,” the boy says, and shrugs. “It wouldn’t help you.”

“Kindness isn’t about what someone else can do for you,” Mari says, scowling. “It’s about what you can do for someone else.”

The boy snorts. “Learn that out of a book? Anyway, it’s just an animal.”

“All life has worth,” Mari insists.

“You sound like a greeting card,” the boy says, conversationally. “It’s going to die, whatever you do.”

Mari scowls at him again, though she knows it’s an ugly expression, and really she should treat everyone with grace.

Whatver. she’s had a bad day.

The horse goes still beneath her hands, and she knows it’s dead.

The boy seems to have noticed too, because he grins widely. “Told you.”

Mari pulls away, defeated, and wraps her arms around her knees. Usually she would hide under her wings and sulk for a while, but she has enough presence of mind to know that she probably should keep them hidden while she’s this side of the boarder. Just in case.

“You’re horrible,” she tells him, instead, and he rolls her eyes.

“Sure, princess.”

“I’m not a princess.”

He snorts. “You look like one.”

“Be quiet,” she demands, and pulls herself to her feet, dusting off her dress. “I’m going home.”

“Want me to walk you home?”

“What a gentleman,” she says, sarcastically. Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but she isn’t feeling witty right now. She’s feeling quite upset, in all honestly. “No way.”

“What a lady,” he says, mockingly.

She rolls her eyes. She’s going to get into so much trouble when she gets home, but right now she doesn’t care. “At least I’m trying.”

“I offered to walk you home, didn’t I?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

The boy snorts and offers her one grubby hand. “Kyo. Do you have a name, your majesty?”

“Mari,” she says, shaking his hand and then wiping the mud on her skirt. “And I’m not a princess.”

“You look like one,” Kyo says again, smiling cheekily.

“I just care about my appearance,” Mari says primly, but she can feel a smile tugging at her lips, no matter how much she tries to fight it down.

“That’s why you’re covered in mud?”

Mari just rolls her eyes. “I have to go.”

“Of course, princess.”

“Oh, be quiet.”

She spins on her heel and starts to walk away, hearing him snicker behind her.

“See you around!” he calls, and she glances back, just in time to see him wave.

She turns around again quickly so he can’t see her smile. He’s not so bad, really. For a boy.

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Whumptober Day Seven

Kyo doesn’t often have nightmares. He’s learned, over the years, how to wake himself up before it reaches the point where the dreams start properly forming, and if it means that he rarely gets enough sleep, then that’s the price he pays.

Not that he gets enough sleep anyway.

He doesn’t hate his job, exactly. It’s mostly hard work, but for the most part he doesn’t have to have proper conversations with anyone, and work is … it’s alright. It takes his mind off other things.

Like Daryn.

He hates Daryn. He hates the fact that he doesn’t hate Daryn. He hates the fact that he may or may not be crushing on Daryn.

Daryn’s just … something else.

Daryn’s also the reason he’s sitting in a too-large armchair in an empty library at nearly one o’clock in the morning, trying his best to keep his eyes open.

This is the third night in a row that he’s been up past midnight, and he’s exhausted. He just wants to collapse into bed and sleep, but if something happens to Daryn because he left the prince down in the library all night then he’ll be the one in trouble.

So he doesn’t leave. Just curls up tighter in the chair and fights not to fall asleep right here.

It’s not a fight that he wins.

Kyo doesn’t often have nightmares, but of course this is one of the nights that they sneak up on him, fast enough that he doesn’t even realise what’s happening until it’s too late to force himself awake.

He doesn’t remember the dream, when he finally does wake up, but the remnants of it leave him shaking, feeling sick to his stomach.

There’s a hand on his arm, a hand cupping his cheek, and as he fights to regain control of his senses he realises it’s Daryn.

(Something stirs faintly in the back of his mind, and he knows Mari is watching, though she stays silent.)

“Are you alright?” Daryn asks, blue eyes wide and worried. He’s slurring his words a little, clearly drunk, but it’s not as bad as usual.

Kyo doesn’t say anything about it. It’s none of his business what Daryn does to himself, even if it does pull at something in his chest every time Daryn’s drunk, with no regard for what it’s going to do to him.

“I’m fine,” he tries, and finds that his voice cracks.

He doesn’t even realise he’s been crying until Daryn wipes the tears away with the pad of his thumb. His hands are so soft.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Daryn says, a moment later. He still hasn’t moved away, and Kyo can feel his traitorous heartbeat getting faster.

“It’s fine,” he says, and it comes out softer than he means it to be.

Daryn smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You should go to bed.”

“I know.”

Kyo pulls himself out of the chair and finds that his legs are shaking. He stumbles, reaching out for Daryn, and finds himself swept right off his feet.

He yelps, a little put out, and smacks Daryn in the chest, but some small, rebellious part of him actually rather likes it. Daryn is warm and solid, and something about him is comforting, even though he smells of alcohol and his steps aren’t exactly steady.

“You’re such a bastard,” Kyo says, but he can feel the panic ebbing away. Daryn has that effect on him. Even if he is a bastard.

Daryn just laughs, and Kyo feels it where he's pressed against Daryn’s chest, has to bite his lip to stop himself from saying something stupid like you should laugh more often.

His face is still sticky with tears, and he rubs his sleeve over his eyes, annoyed with himself. He doesn’t like crying in front of anyone; least of all Daryn, who has enough problems of his own. He doesn’t like anyone to feel obligated to help him.

Daryn’s gentle, careful as he carries Kyo up the stairs, and Kyo doesn’t bother struggling, or demanding to be put down. He tells himself it’s because he has no chance of winning.

“Stay,” Daryn asks softly, once they’re back upstairs in his room. “No point going all the way back downstairs.”

He’s put Kyo down, tossing him onto the bed like he weighs nothing, and honestly Kyo doesn’t mind nearly as much as he should.

“I shouldn’t,” he says. “I’ll get into trouble.”

That’s a lie. No one cares where he sleeps, really, as long as he’s up early enough in the morning. No one would bat an eyelid if he wasn’t in his own bed.

He’s just not sure how well he’d cope sleeping in the same room as Daryn. Let alone the same bed.

But he’s so tired, and Daryn’s giving him a soft, puppy-eyed look, and how is he supposed to say no to that.

“Fine. Whatever.”

Daryn laughs again, and Kyo pulls a pillow over his head. This isn’t the first time he’s slept in Daryn’s bed, but that knowledge doesn’t make him any less nervous about it.

At least it means Daryn will sleep. He doesn’t most nights, spending his time wandering around the castle and drinking, or whatever else he does, and Kyo (to his own annoyance) worries about him.

He doesn’t watch as Daryn changes for bed, and doesn’t bother changing himself. His clothes don’t have an excess of buckles that will make sleeping in them uncomfortable, and his only other options are to sleep naked or in one of Daryn’s shirts, and he honestly doesn’t know which would be worse.

The bed dips as Daryn slips into it, and Kyo rolls onto his side, facing away in a pretense of giving Daryn his privacy.

He doesn’t want it, of course, wrapping his arms around Kyo’s waist and pulling him closer, because Daryn doesn’t seem to know the meaning of the word boundaries.

“You’re a good friend,” he mumbles, into the back of Kyo’s neck, and Kyo tries to pretend that that doesn’t hurt.

“Sure,” he says, blinking quickly. He wouldn’t cry over something like that; he must have gotten something in his eyes. Stupid, really.

He’s not comfortable, sleeping so close to Daryn. He shouldn’t be comfortable.

His body, it seems, has not received the memo, and when he falls asleep a few minutes later he sleeps far better than he has in a while.

His sleep is utterly dreamless.

[dindjrn]

nobody left to forgive [excerpt]

pairing: platonic kyo kikuchi (oc) & akechi goro 

note: because this is my camp nanowrimo project and im kinda vibrating in my seat trying to finish this thing!!!! i just wanna post it because haha im lowkey proud of this 👉👈

Before Kyo can think it over, she reaches out, both hands wrapping around the teenager’s wrist.

A part of her hopes that this isn’t who she believes it is. That it was a complete stranger, one who she’d have to profusely apologize to. Even if there was a rational, albeit smaller, part of her mind that just knows.

“A-Akech—?!” She manages to say before a gloved hand covers her mouth, muffling her voice effectively. The other curls around Kyo’s arm hard enough to make her wince and try to pull away from his hold. Anger and irritation etched on his features as their eyes finally met for the first time in weeks. 

Her breath hitches, because her hunch was unfortunately correct.

“What’s the point of a disguise if you’ll just scream my name out for the world to hear?” Akechi hisses out, voice barely above a whisper. Though she could barely focus on his words alone, brown eyes blown wide as she took in the sight of the dead man before her. He hesitates, the corner of his lip twitching, before slowly dropping his hand from her mouth. “... Oh, it’s just you, Kikuchi.”

She gulped, mouth feeling dry. There stood, a dead man, alive in the flesh. 

“You...You’re supposed to be dead.”

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kyo would HATE social distancing, especially when ryuji was only a few apartments away from her

sure they can call and video chat with each other and with the rest of the thieves, but it just doesn’t feel the same. she just doesn’t want to be lonely again