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You point the gun at them and see...

➤ tags: angst, betrayal, memories of friendship

➤ cast: hanma, mucho, sanzu, shion, taiju x reader

➤ tw: drug references, hint of murder, suicidal tendencies (hanma and sanzu)

Haruchiyo Sanzu

You came ready for a fight. Brass knuckles in one pocket, a knife in the other — but he doesn’t fight back. Doesn’t even raise a hand. Doesn’t reach for his own gun. Just stands there.

And you were scared to go up against him. He’s insane. Killed so many people—he’d kill you too, no hesitation. Even if you were... kind of friends.

His eyes, usually hazy with drugs, are clear now. Crystal clear. He’s sober. Sanzu sees everything — and he doesn’t run.

“Come on,” he says, challenging. “You’re not the first to try.”

He lifts his chin, and you notice the scars on his neck. And how his pale fingers tremble just a little. But it’s not fear — it’s anticipation.

He wants you to pull the trigger.

Shion Madarame

You think he’ll get angry — and his face is twisted, his voice shakes with something real.

Shion’s never been good at trust. After prison, the only thing he clung to was Tenjiku. Became their guard dog. Mean, vicious, never knew when to stop in a fight.

Then you showed up. Saw something in him besides the beast. Showed him there was still light in him — maybe even enough to change for.

And he really tried. In his own way: loyal like a dog, fierce and wordless. You became his pack. His person. The one he’d stumble to, face bloodied. He’d hiss and snap, but let you clean the wounds.

And now — you’re the one holding the gun.

Shion doesn’t quite believe it. He stands there, breathing hard. Eyes wide — not from fear, but from betrayal. He looks like a stray mutt that finally thought it mattered to someone, and got kicked for it.

Shuji Hanma

He raises his hands. For the first time, he isn’t smiling. And he says nothing. His face is endlessly blank, like someone wiped all the emotions away at once.

That’s what Hanma really is. What he was before Kisaki. And what he became again after his death. That’s how you found him — drifting aimlessly from gang to gang, hanging around graveyards sometimes. Maybe that’s where he belongs. He looks like a ghost himself — thin, pale.

But then, he started to come alive. Just a little. He got a chance to recover. Hanma began talking to you at night, just calling for no reason. Clinging to the phone like it was the first time in years someone actually listened.

He asked about everything: life, death, what comes after. It was a weird kind of friendship, but it meant something.

Now his face is blank again. Just like before you met. That means, to him, you’re already dead. From the moment you reached for that gun.

“Well, go on,” Hanma suddenly says, in a voice that’s way too cheerful. “You know I’m not scared.”

Taiju Shiba

Taiju doesn’t look away — he knows what he did, knows he deserves this. But he’s still scared. And hurt. Because he really did try. He wanted to do the right thing — it just turned out he didn’t know how.

He was ten. They’d just buried their mother. He didn’t even have time to process it before the younger ones fell on him. Get up. Take care of them. Keep the house in order. No crying. No weakness — especially not that.

But he couldn’t grieve with them. They barely remembered her.

He didn’t become their support. Or even a good older brother. He became punishment. Loud, absurdly strict, the kind of look that makes you apologize without knowing why. Deep down, he was just scared — of failing, of falling short, of losing his family all over again.

You’re holding the gun. He doesn’t move. Just one tear runs down his cheek — he probably doesn’t even feel it.

“I really didn’t know any other way,” he whispers hoarsely, like he’s talking to himself.

There’s no excuse in it. No hope. Just the truth.

Yasuhiro Muto (Mucho)

The gun is pointed at him — but your hands are the ones shaking. You can’t even look him in the eyes. Too ashamed.

And the worst part — he’s not angry. Shocked? Yeah. He trusted you completely. Let you watch his back. But there’s no rage in his eyes now. No fear either. Just calm.

Like he’s already forgiven you.

He could be angry. He could slam you against the wall, knock the gun away, and yell, “What the hell are you doing?” He knows how to kill — he’s said it himself. “The kids’ games are over,” he said once, right before beating the hell out of Takemichi.

But Mucho just stands there. Looks you straight in the eye. Waiting.

And you remember how he always remembered your favorite food. How he’d silently slide over a coffee after your sleepless nights. How he listened to every word you said, with a soft smile, even when he didn’t talk much himself.

And now here you are, shoving a gun in his face.

“So?” he says. “You made up your mind yet?”

You realize — if you pull the trigger, he’ll accept it. No hatred. No curses. Just acceptance. Because somehow, you became more important to him than his own life.

And that’s worse than any anger.

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Before you they never…

tags: hurt/comfort, soft, relationship

cast: albedo, venti, noelle, rosaria, xinyan, tartaglia x reader

side b: baizhu, beidou, bennett, diluc, kazuha, mona

ALBEDO

Before your relationship, he never asked anyone to pose for him. Albedo used to paint landscapes, standing on snowy mountain slopes, leaving rough sketches in his notebook next to his lab notes.

But he wants to draw you all the time now. Against a sunset or a night lake, busy or resting on the bed, dressed or not. Albedo admires you like an artist does a muse he's been searching for.

And it’s not about appearance. He catches how you bite your lip when you’re thinking. How you fidget with the hem of your shirt when you’re nervous. How you fix your hair out of habit, even when it’s not in your eyes. He sketches those little things too. In a separate album, carefully, like he’s documenting them.

And sometimes he asks, “I need to draw you again.” But you can see it in his eyes — he doesn’t need to. He just wants to create with you.

VENTI

Before your relationship, he never wanted to stay. And now Venti catches himself thinking that freedom doesn’t feel as easy to breathe in as it used to. Without you, he can’t breathe at all.

He starts staying the night — falling asleep on the hard couch and saying it’s comfortable. Tries to make breakfast. Picks wildflowers and brings them to you. Settles in with you.

At first, it scares him, and Venti disappears into bars. Alcohol always used to help, but now it tastes bitter. He could’ve thought you cast a spell on him, but this wanderer trusts you more than he trusts himself.

Venti doesn’t know if this will work out — he knows his own nature. But for the first time, he’s not afraid to try. And he doesn’t run.

NOELLE

Before your relationship, Noelle only knew love from books. In them, people confessed right away, fights vanished within a chapter, and the characters understood each other without a word.

Real life turned out differently. You argued — sometimes even shouted. Learned to listen, to give in, to forgive. In those moments, Noelle looked away, and it seemed like she wanted to give up. To go back to the fairy tale where love didn’t hurt.

But she still kept your gifts in a neat little box. She even saved small things: a dried flower from the first bouquet, a theater ticket, notes scribbled on scraps of paper.

And in her journal, she wrote:

“I don’t know how it’s supposed to be. In books, it’s different. But if we’re together — I’ll manage.”

ROSARIA

Before your relationship, Rosaria had never prayed for someone else out of her own free will. Her faith had always been hollow — nothing more than a habit drilled into her by elders.

Now, when you set off on a journey, she kneels in the cold temple. In a whisper, almost angrily, she begs Barbatos to keep you safe.

“Let them come back. I won’t ask for anything else.”

She hates how her clenched fists tremble. Hates that there’s someone she’s afraid to lose.

But if she stops praying — there’ll be nothing left but panic.

XINYAN

Before your relationship, Xinyan had never dedicated a song to anyone.

Not because she didn’t write — quite the opposite. She had dozens of drafts and lines scribbled on scraps of paper. But every time, at the last minute, she threw them out. No one was supposed to know who’d made a home in her heart.

But now — she stayed up all night, finishing the chords, wrote the guitar riff herself, poured every feeling into the lyrics. She’d worked on it so hard.

And now she’s looking at you from the stage — finds you instantly in the crowd, just by your eyes and silhouette, could never mistake you for anyone else — and sings, no smile on her face, with raw honesty in her voice:

“Baby, what are you doing? You know you can always come to me.”

TARTAGLIA

Before your relationship, he’d never introduced anyone to his family. Sure, Tartaglia had had girlfriends, but it never got that far. So your arrival in their home is a real event.

His mother sets the table, his father puts on his best clothes, the younger ones calm down. They’re more nervous than you are, and Tartaglia — he’s just happy.

He introduces everyone by name. Wraps an arm around your shoulders, serves you food himself, pointing out the juiciest piece on the plate. Gives a full tour of the childhood bedroom. Offers you a toy he carved from wood.

Then his family pulls you into conversation, and to your surprise, you learn that before your relationship, there were many things Tartaglia “never did.”

He never let anyone talk while fishing. Never wrapped someone in his scarf during a snowstorm. Never taught anyone how to shoot or fence. And never shared so much of himself with anyone.

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He's in love with you and you don't even notice

➤ inumaki toge x reader

➤ fluff, angst elements, unspoken feelings

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Inumaki Toge is in love with you. And you don’t even notice. You take all his hints and gestures as simple kindness. He’s just that kind of person — caring and attentive. A good friend.

He always carries a notebook with him. Half of the pages are filled with standard phrases for the team. The other half — is about you. “You have the most pleasant voice.” “You smell like an April rain.” “Everything feels easier with you.”

Even if he loses the notebook, he’ll still find a way to compliment you. He’ll point at the sun, then at you. In his eyes, there’ll be a confession: “You are my light.”

The stickers on the fridge in the shared kitchen have already become part of the decor. “Don’t forget to eat,” “You can do it,” “I’m here.” You smile every time you see them. He writes them for everyone — but only yours are decorated with hearts, flowers, and little cats. He remembers that you like them. And in each message from him — there’s a little more than just a reminder.

He always notices when someone on the team feels unwell and silently hands over a bottle of water, a chocolate bar, or bandages. But to you, Inumaki gives small gifts for no reason at all. Gum with your favorite flavor. A hair clip like the one you lost. A clover-shaped keychain. You thank him with a soft smile and think, “He’s so polite.”

He keeps a journal — not a regular one, no. Cutouts, collages, drawings across the pages — all of him and his emotions. One day, you ask if you can see it. He silently nods. On the pages — you. Your photos, your silhouette, phrases cut from magazines: “a breath of air,” “quiet happiness,” “you are my song.” He watches while you flip through it, tense like a stretched string. You hand the journal back and simply say, “It’s really beautiful.”

Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night — in a sweat after a dream where you whisper his name, kiss his neck, and he tries to respond but can’t. Even in his dreams, he holds his tongue. Even there, he doesn’t dare to break the safe silence. Because you matter too much, and with you, he can’t take the risk.

Inumaki doesn’t want to bother others, doesn’t like pity. Only with you did he share his secret: “It hurts when I speak.” That’s why he avoids harmless “hello” and “thank you.” That’s why there are always throat lozenges and mint drops in his bag. You squeezed his hand: “Thank you for telling me.” And he remembered it forever.

His greatest fear is forgetting how to speak at all. Sometimes at night, he goes up to the roof and whispers into the emptiness, just to remember what his own voice sounds like. Only you know about this. But he doesn’t let you listen — because losing you is scarier than being silent forever.

And you still remain blind and don’t see what Inumaki feels. Or maybe you don’t want to see. And yet, he stays by your side. Quiet. Steady. Until the very end.

p.s.: first drop in the tg fic channel. got applause. got praise. wasn’t ready. completely emotionally compromised.

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Everything you’ll find here sat in drafts until it got posted raw. No edits, no polish — just torn out, bleeding. That’s the honest way.

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