Some Ppl Want A Part 2 To YOURS Where Draken Gets With Y/N Hmmm

Some ppl want a part 2 to YOURS where Draken gets with Y/N… hmmm 🤔

tysm for the black dragons content ily 💘

Thank you for reading it!!<33 ilyt! I don’t think I did them any justice with that fic, but I will write about them more 100%. They deserve more attention and I hope Ken Wakui will give more backstories about the first generation of Black Dragon. If anyone wants to request anything to do with Black Dragon’s first generation, please do!! I’ll gladly write about them, after I finish writing the other requests

Save yourself first

Mikey x gn!reader

Angstish, no comfort, SPOILERS for the newest chapters. Battle of Three Deities fight end spoilers and etc. Y’all know what I mean if you’ve read the manga. IF YOU HAVENT READ THE MANGA AND DONT WANT TO BE SPOILED DONT READ

You and Mikey were lovers, now exes. Reader is the second time leaper(?) traveler?

Character deaths mentioned, hospitals, passing out, fighting

You’re too busy saving everybody else, to save yourself

Eyes which were once full of life, stare into Mikey’s with emptiness. Your body was shaking from how worn out it was from fighting all sorts of gang members and especially from the fight against South that happened just a few minutes ago. “They look just like me” he thinks, as he stares at you, laying bloody on the ground, holding onto a wound that was deeper and far worse than he thought. It seemed as if all light that you once had, was gone. Like you finally gave up trying to save everyone. Mikey squats down and looks at your face up close. You had more scars now, he noticed. They were littering your skin, telling stories of the many things you’ve seen. You were taking deep and shaky breaths, fear was radiating off of you, but so was defeat, as if you were waiting for him to finish what South started. You were waiting for him to kill you. Get rid of you. As if you were a mere toy which was now useless. And as Mikey gets lost in his thoughts, taking in the way your body looks now, he feels himself slipping out of his mind. Something darker looming over his head. Taking over his mind, soul and body.

You close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to calm down your breathing. But it was all so hard. You were hurting inside and out. Tired from all of the fighting that you had to go through. You always put everyone else above yourself. Saving them from all of the bad things that were happening around all of you. In the end, you couldn’t manage to save three people. Your dearest friends Baji Keisuke, Draken and lastly - yourself. Though you didn’t really care about the last one. You felt guilt consuming your body, thinking about the two lost souls.

Grasping onto hope and believing that your friends would somehow realise that you need help too, you never tried to even help yourself. Save yourself from everything. Keeping yourself on the lowest pedestal. Hoping they would extend their arm towards you and lend you a helping hand. They never did.

Let it all go. The thoughts whisper. And Mikey does. He closes his eyes and feels his heart getting emptier by the second. Seeing you slowly close your eyes, slipping into darkness, his hand reaches his chest, the place where his heart should be and he lets out a sigh. He promised himself to save you one day. Repay for everything that you’ve done. But he failed to do that.

“Ken-chin.. I feel empty.”

Mikey loses himself to himself. As he blacks out, he doesn’t remember anything. He doesn’t remember killing South, hurting Takemichi, Senju disbanding her gang. He doesn’t remember holding your bleeding body in his arms. He doesn’t remember bringing you to the hospital. He doesn’t remember laying on the roof of the hospital, waiting for the doctors to tell him you’ll be okay. And he doesn’t remember going to the place he now has to call home, Kokonoi and Sanzu waiting for him inside.

And once you opened your eyes, body limp in the hospital bed, thoughts ponder in your head. Why did you come back once again? Why did Takemichi? What were you two thinking? Then memories come rushing back. You were killed by a Bonten member. A vivid memory of Kakucho holding up a gun to your head and shooting you, flashes in front of your eyes. A tear rolls down your face. This whole thing. Time traveling.. it was never a blessing. It was a curse. You lost yourself long ago. You were now just a mere shadow of who you used to be. And you grab onto the sheets that were on top of your body, keeping it warm in the middle of a, strangely, cold July’s night. You look to the left and notice a calendar hanging on the wall. July 9th. You were out for two days. Probably because of blood loss. You think to yourself and close your eyes for a couple of more seconds.

Mikey keeps looking through the window of his room. It was raining. Seemed the perfect weather for his mood. He looks down at the object that he was holding in his right arm and feels his heartbeat get faster for a second. A photo from a few years ago, lays there in his palm. You standing to his left, kissing his cheek and Draken standing to his right, holding up a peace sign. Suddenly his vision gets blurry and the picture gets wet.

There will be one more part to this and that’s it. Prepare for fluff and angst

BEE BOY

Part two of BOYS WILL BE BUGS

Sano Shinichiro x gn!reader and platonic!Wakasa, Akasahi, Benkei x reader

Prom is coming up and Shinichiro still hasn’t got a date. Thought you don’t have a date either. A coincidence? Maybe, though I think it’s fate.

Fluff flufffff, Shinichiro being awkward

Around 1k words

You let out a sigh and walk into the art club classroom. You had to fetch yourself a coffee, because you almost fell asleep while painting and were so close to ruining the painting you’ve been working on for weeks. Four voices catch your attention and a huge smile adorns your face, as you realise your favourite people finally came. One look to the left and you see that they’re already as comfortable as ever, the table filled with snacks. They smile and wave at you, telling you to sit down with them for awhile, before going back to the painting that now stood forgotten on the other side of the classroom. You sit down next to Shinichiro, Benkei sitting to your right, and take a sip of your coffee.

“What’s up, Sano?” You tilt your head slightly. “You look kinda.. off? What’s on your mind?”

“The guy still hasn’t got a date for prom.” Wakasa laughs.

“Oh? Is prom happening soon?” You furrow your brows and try to think hard if you’ve heard anything about prom. Not that you could remember, though you don’t really listen to stuff like that, not having much time to stress over what you should wear and who you should go with.

“You..You don’t know that prom is happening next week?!” Shinichiro’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs open.

“Close your mouth, Sano. Or else bugs will fly into it.” You smirk. “No. I don’t remember hearing anything about prom. Probably because I always sit in this damned classroom.” A sigh leaves your lips. “Not that I’m complaining. It’s kinda cozy here.” The guys nod, agreeing with it. They couldn’t disagree with you, they’ve been coming here for five months now.

“And nobody asked you out? Y’know, as their prom date?” Akashi raises his brow, confused.

“Uh, no? I’m not really.. good looking? And anyone’s type? I also just always sit in silence and don’t really talk to anyone else, besides you guys and the other members of the art and sewing clubs. Which consists of only girls who are way younger than me. I would be surprised if the others even knew that I exist.” You chuckle.

“Don’t you wanna go to prom?” Wakasa takes a bag of chips from the table and opens it. “Most people dream of it since they were children. And also stop lying to yourself. We all know you’re good looking.” He rolls his eyes.

“Why didn’t you go to the prom that your school held, huh, Wakasa?” You grab a candy bar that Benkei brought you. “You’re not the only one who doesn’t care about prom. And as I just said no one has asked me to go with them. So I’ll just stay at home, laying in my comfortable bed.” You let out a dreamy sigh. “Gahh, I wish I was in my bed right now..” The guys just roll their eyes at you and look at a pouty Shinichiro, who looks on the verge of tears.

“I’ve asked five girls! Five! And they all rejected me.” He hits the table, which causes Akashi to scold him.

“Do you really wanna go that bad?” You look at him shocked. You knew Shinichiro has been dreaming of having a love life for the longest time now. Thought he never really looked like that much of a romantic. And prom? For some reason you thought he would rather spend his time driving around with his bike and causing ruckus with the other guys.

“Yes!” He whines and slumps on the chair he was sitting on. He grabs the bag of chips from Wakasa’s hands and pours the remaining chips into his mouth. Wakasa hits him in the back of the head, causing Shinichiro to slightly choke. He pretends to actually seriously choke and starts shaking in his chair, which makes you giggle at his dumb antics. He sees you laughing and smiles, stars shining in his eyes. He couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked. He kept telling the guys how you look like a god/goddess of beauty. And how he wished he had your talent, so he could paint you. Thought that also wouldn’t fully show how gorgeous you are. In his eyes, no words, paintings or anything could actually show the beauty you hold. He wishes he was a poet so he could write a whole book of poems just about you. The other three guys just stared at him and shook their heads. Shinichiro was so dumb. He asked other people to go to prom with him, but not you.

“Well if you want to go that bad.. and you if you don’t get a date by then.. I could go with you?” You raise an eyebrow and throw a smile his way. “I’d keep you company.”

“Y..You would?” He gasps. “No!”

“No?” You repeat, confused. “You don’t wanna go with me?” You were slightly disappointed.

“That’s not what I mean!” He groans and hides his face in his hands. “I was supposed to y’know.. do a promposal or whatever they’re called! I do wanna go with you, but I didn’t even ask you properly.”

“You didn’t even ask me, dumbass.” You facepalm. “I just did.” You stood up from the chair and stretched a bit. “So are we going together, or no?”

“Yeah!!” He excitedly answers and them clears his throat, and makes his voice deeper. “I mean yeah, sure.” You let out a laugh and put on your earphones, walking towards the unfinished painting.

“I’ll be waiting for the prom then, bee boy.”

MY FAVOURITE BUG

The last part of BOYS WILL BE BUGS. You don’t need to, but you can read the other parts here: PART ONE and PART TWO

Sano Shinichiro x gn!reader

FLUFF, slight angst? 1.4k words

"So? What happened next?" The girls eyes were shining in interest as she leaned forward, lips slightly parted.

"The week passed incredibly fast. I bought my dress/suit with my last money. I was saving up for more art supplies, so it was extremely painful to watch the cashier take all of my money." You let out a giggle and look at the kids sitting in front of you.

Emma was sitting to Draken's left, while Mikey was sitting to his right. Their new friend Takemichi was sitting next to Mikey and his girlfriend Hina was sitting next to him. Baji was sitting right next to the couch, on the ground for some reason. But he wasn't alone, since Chifuyu also joined him.

"Shinichiro was stressed. He didn't know which flowers to buy and he even thought of buying a ring for some reason? I heard the guys talking about it in the art classroom and they told him that the ring was unnecessary." You look at your right hand, the cheap, but beautiful ring was adorning your finger. "He did buy the ring.. Though he gifted it to me later on in life. On our one year anniversary. Said it was a promise ring and that in the future he'd change it into an engagement ring..." The teenagers look at the ring on your finger. All of them had soft expressions on their faces. Hina, Takemichi and Chifuyu never got the chance to meet the eldest Sano, but from all of the stories they knew that he was an amazing person.

Baji always felt guilty for what happened and he didn’t want to face you, stating that it’ll be better for you to not see one of the two boys that were at fault for your lovers death. But you awaited with open arms, saying that you could never be mad at him, you understood that he didn’t mean for it to happen. He was just a kid.

"How did prom go for the two of you?" Hina asked dreamily. She couldn't wait until Takemichi and her could go to prom together. Thinking of all the possible ways he will ask her out.

"Well.."

Standing in your room you looked at the mirror. Fixing up the last details of the look. Until you heard someone knocking on your door. As you run towards the door, you start to feel anxious. What if Shinichiro thought that it was a mistake to go with you? He did ask other girls.. What if one of them changed her mind? As you open the door, you see a scared Shinichiro standing in front of you. Shaking slightly.

"I'm so sorry!" He suddenly yells and your anxiety gets worse. "I bought these beautiful flowers, but I didn't think about the fact that they wouldn't live for long since I drove with my bike here.. Though a few of them survived the ride!" He shows you the bouquet of flowers and you stiffen a laugh. There were like three flowers that were left untouched. The main portion of the bouquet was just stems.

"It's the thought that counts?" You smile and take the flowers out of his hands. "Thank you, Shin." You give him a hug. And as you walk away from him to put the flowers into a vase, his jaw dropped. You looked so.. ethereal. You were always beautiful. But now.. He pinched himself to check if he wasn't dreaming, thinking you wouldn't see him. But you did. You started to blush and looked straight to his eyes, sending him a smile.

"He pinched himself?! What a loser." Mikey laughs, but you know it's not mean spirited. Emma and him missed their older brother. Even to this day, they would come to the house you once shared with Shinichiro, for sleepovers. You gave them a few of his sweaters so they would always have a piece of him with them.

“What kind of flowers were they?” Emma asks, putting her head on Draken’s shoulder.

“White camellias. I have them framed. Here.” You nod your head towards the three framed flowers. “I pressed them with a book. Didn’t think too much of the meaning at first, but a few days later I realised that white camellias symbolize adoration.”

“Here. Give me your hand.” Shinichiro takes your hand into his and helps you to hop off of his bike. You thought he’d let go of it as soon as possible, but he didn’t. He squeezed it a few times and you saw a red colour painting his face and ears. “You ready?”

“Yeah..” you squeeze his hand back and the both of you walk into school. Music was already playing and could be heard through out the corridors. As you get closer to the school hall, Shinichiro suddenly stops and let’s out a shaky breath.

“You..” he clears his throat. “You don’t regret coming with me, right?” He looks at you and in that moment you realised that he looked more like a lost puppy, than a gang leader. “If you.. It’s not too late y’know? You can go with someone else, I don’t mind! Actually-“

“Shinichiro.” You interrupt him and squeeze his hand once again. “I don’t like events like.. prom. Or places full of people and loud music. I would rather stay at home.” You put your other hand on his cheek, stroking it with your thumb. “But I wanna do this with you. And no one else. Okay? I feel like I’ll actually have fun today. And the main reason for that is the fact that you’re here with me. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to actually leave my house and that damned art classroom to actually have fun and socialise.” You let out a laugh.

“No..” Shinichiro leans more into your palm on his face. “Thank you, (Y/N). For everything.”

“I didn’t know he was such a romantic.” Baji comments and Mikey kicks him, making Baji fall to the floor from his sitting position.

“C’mon! He would always dream about love! What d’you mean you didn’t know he was into romance.”

So many different type of emotions were clouding your mind. But most of the anxious thoughts were erased from your mind when you look into his eyes. Your hands were around his neck and his were around your waist. A slow song was playing, as the both of you felt like you were the only ones who showed up to prom. Slowly you put your head on his shoulder, breaking the eye contact and closing your eyes, finding comfort in his arms. It all felt too good to be true.

Was this the butterfly effect you were reading about not too long ago? An accidental meeting with a few random boys and giving them a key to an empty classroom led to this night. You gained four amazing friends, but also developed a crush on the awkward dark haired boy. What if that day you decided to skip art club? Whatever. That didn’t happen and that’s all that matters.

The song was coming to an end and you bring your head up from his shoulder and look at him. Shinichiro was blushing and smiling. He leaned forward a bit, his lips almost touching your ear.

“Can I.. Can I kiss you?” He whispers. It felt like you lost your voice. Your throat went dry and the only thing you could do was nod your head.

The both of you had your first kiss that night.

“What happened after that?” Hina asks. “When did he ask you out on a date?”

“That night he asked for me to become his significant other first. And after I agreed, he asked me out on an actual date.” You smile at the memory. “Remember the drawings I told you about?” They nodded their heads. “He actually got the bee I drew tattooed on his arm. On our three year anniversary.”

All of you kept talking for the rest of the evening. Even though he wasn’t there with you anymore, he lived on in all of your memories. And even though you couldn’t see him, Shinichiro was sitting right beside you, listening to all of the stories with a huge and proud smile.

BONUS:

Mikey runs around the unknown school. Damn Takemichi and him not answering his or Draken’s texts. A meeting was going to be held soon and they needed to get ahold of Takemichi as soon as possible. Mikey grabs the door handle and opens it with force.

Though he was met not with Takemichi, but with a girl who looked around his age. She slowly puts down the paintbrush she was holding and takes off her earphones.

“Uhh.. Can I help you?” She clears her throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in the art club before. Or are you new?”

Tapes

Wakasa Imaushi x gn!reader (1.1k words)

Angst

Just an fyi, English isn’t my mother language

Years after (Y/N)’s and Shinichiro’s deaths, grandpa Sano finds tapes filmed by his passed grandson.

The three men sat on a couch, looking straight at the black screen of the TV. They have been in that exact position for about ten minutes now. Not one of them daring to move, not wanting to disturb the silence.

Akashi Takeomi's house was big and had a lot of space. It felt too empty for Wakasa's liking. He enjoyed plants, shelves full of books, pictures hanging on the walls and other stuff laying around the house. He actually preferred smaller houses. It felt more like.. home. This felt more like an expensive hotel that you would usually stay in for a week or less while traveling.

It felt especially empty now since Takeomi only lived here with his younger sister. She was out shopping and the guys decided that now was a perfect time to open the box that was given to them about a month ago. The box itself was a bit torn in a few places. It also had a lot of dust on it. They knew that grandpa Sano didn't open it. He didn't feel the need to. He himself had said: "It's written on the box. 'Memories with friends'. It's for you to see and remember, not me."

None of them were mentally ready for what they'll see, but they knew they wanted to hear the voices of their passed friends once more. And if that meant to look through old tapes, that haven't been touched in years, then so be it. Benkei took a random tape and put it in the old VHS player that Takeomi found in his basement. Music started playing and a few seconds after that, static reached their ears. But quickly after that a video started playing.

"Shin what are you doing?" A quiet voice was heard.

"I decided to start filming memories. We can look back at these tapes like fifty years later when we have amnesia or something." Shinichiro giggles and as he turns the camera towards himself, his messy, black hair taking up half of the screen. He then puts the camera down and turns it towards two other people.

(L/N) (Y/N) was laying down on Shinichiro's bed and looking at the screen of their phone, a small smile and blush adorning their face. Benkei was sitting on the ground near the bed. He tilted his head as he looked at Shinichiro. But as soon as (Y/N) looked towards the camera and opened their mouth, the video ended.

They sit in silence and Takeomi lets out a quiet chuckle, taking a drag out of a cigarette laying between his fingers. "Of course he accidentally cut the video short. That dumbass."

Benkei takes a different tape.

Sunset and blonde hair were the first noticeable parts of the new video. And then the person's purple eyes. It was Wakasa. He was standing on a bridge, leaning on the rails. Wind was ruffling his hair. Next to him stood (Y/N). They were shaking their head at something Wakasa said and punched his shoulder. Takeomi and Benkei were in a deep conversation as well, standing further away from the other two.

Shinichiro's breathing could be heard from behind the camera. He then zoomed into Wakasa and (Y/N) and started making annoying kissing sounds. After a few seconds he started laughing at himself and put the camera on the ground. Shinichiro mumbles something, but it was incoherent. He then starts running towards his friends, wind messing up his hair, that was now free from all the gel he used. Shinichiro looks towards the camera lens, making a few dumb poses. His friends already used to him acting like that, don’t even pay mind to his dancing figure. He then suddenly runs towards the camera and it falls over, pointing to the sky. Shinichiro let’s out a loud “fuck!”

The video ends.

The three men start to feel the tension in the room. Wakasa felt shivers run down his spine as he thinks about that specific day. It was the day he was supposed to confess his feelings towards (Y/N), but got too scared to do so.

He regretted not confessing ever since.

Benkei takes one more tape, whispering about how this will be the last one for now. None of them knew if that box would be ever touched again. Maybe after a couple of more years. When the pain won't be as bad. And the wounds in their hearts were healed more than they were now.

The third video was of all of them in a carnival. They all still clearly remember that day. They felt so free. The stress caused by the gang they were leading, was clouding their minds that year. (Y/N) heard about the upcoming carnival and suggested it. After some thinking the four guys agreed.

The different coloured lights were illuminating their faces. Wakasa was looking at (Y/N), while they were talking about something. They were extremely into the conversation, their arms flailing around. Wakasa was just nodding as if to show that we was listening to every detail that came out of their mouth. Takeomi and Benkei were looking at Shinichiro with weird expressions on their faces. Benkei quickly snatched the camera and pointed it at a smirking Shinichiro.

"What has gotten into you?" Takeomi asks and Shin just shakes his head slightly.

"You'll understand later." He snatches the camera from Benkei's hands and puts it close to his face. He then whispers as quietly as possible, so that the guys wouldn’t hear anything. And they didn't, since the music from the carnival blocked out everything Shinichiro had whispered.

"(Y/N) will finally confess to Wakasa today." He then points the camera at the two people walking in front. They were walking very close to each other. Wakasa had a huge smile on his face, while (Y/N) was giggling like an idiot.

But that night they never confessed. Wakasa had to leave early, because of family troubles. And (Y/N) never found an opportunity like that again. 

Three months after the carnival (Y/N) got killed by a rival gang member.

Four months after the carnival, Wakasa was kneeling in front of (Y/N)’s grave, confessing his undying love for them.

Five months after the carnival Shinichiro left the gang, realising it just wasn’t the same without them.

A few years after the carnival, Shinichiro was killed in his bike shop by two of his younger brother’s friends.

Wakasa turns off the TV and sits straight. His body was tense. The three men were once again staring at a black screen, not daring to move an inch.