Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: K (Anime), 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs, SK8 the Infinity (Anime)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Fushimi Saruhiko/Yata Misaki, Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Oogai Aya/Nakahara Chuuya, Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki
Characters: Yata Misaki, Fushimi Saruhiko, Kushina Anna, Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Hasegawa Langa, Kyan Reki, Oogai Aya
Additional Tags: NO Swearing, No Smut, Angst, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Princes, Alternate Universe - Medieval, renga, chuuzai, SaruMi - Freeform, Prince Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Prince Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Prince Kyan Reki, Prince Hasegawa Langa, Prince Yata Misaki
Series: Part 2 of The Three Princes
Summary:
There are many kingdoms in Britannica. However, out of those, there are the three powerhouses: Yokohama, Shizume, and Okinawa. Shizume is where Princes Chuuya, Misaki and Reki lives. So when the king is ill, and on the brink of death, who will take over the throne?
Seven years later, Reki is 17, Misaki is 20, and Chuuya is 22. For seven years, the secret that the queen kept has stopped the three siblings from fighting. Somehow, they all agreed to wait till Chuuya got a fiancee.
It still hasn`t happened.
The queen is on the brink of exhaustion.
The Misaki and Reki supporters are rising to the surface.
The three brothers just wish they weren`t princes.
And then, Misaki ventures into the servant quarters, and meets the best person he`ll ever know: Saruhiko. They don't start off with the best of impressions, though.
My Fanfic On Ao3, hope you go and check it out!
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Green Eyes~~
Tw for self harm? kinda?
Art by @laurydoodles on twt <3
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The teacher thought she was doing them a favor, putting them together in this project. Why wouldn’t she? They were best friends, weren’t they?
Lately, though, it hadn’t exactly felt like it.
The school day had finished, and Reki wasted no time gathering his things and heading out. He didn’t even bother turning to see if Langa would follow him, but of course, he would. He had no idea what thoughts rampaged in the redhead's mind at the mere sight of Langa’s face.
“Uh- Reki?” the lanky teen called, fumbling with his supplies. Reki turned from the door, staring back at him, unimpressed.
“You know where I live,” he said flatly. A shrug and the redhead is once again on his way out the door.
“You expect me to remember that?” He heard distantly, and man, Reki missed making fun of his memory. Making fun of his sloppiness, yet turning right back around and ensuring he was perfect.
But that was the problem, wasn’t it?
No one should be perfect, and Langa wasn’t. Those weren’t the traits of a perfect person, Reki should know. He had all of them and more…
Yet, when Langa performed those actions and flaunted those quirks, it was seen as endearing. Cute.
‘What am I doing wrong?’
Just as he was about to exit the building, Langa came running up behind him, huffing and puffing. Already, he could hear a group of girls that stood nearby giggle and whisper about him. But not in the way they giggled and whispered about Reki.
“C’mon, Reki!” Langa said, holding his side as he made his way over. “I know you’re not talking to me or whatever, but this is for a grade, you know!”
“Yeah,” the redhead states, dropping his board and stepping on. “I know.”
And he proceeds to skate away. Being around Langa just isn’t healthy for him… and he needs to start prioritizing himself a little. He’s spent too much energy on everybody else.
There was a groan from the former, and he dropped onto his board as well to go after him, but of course, he gets stopped by those girls. Reki watched their frames get smaller and smaller as he continued home.
He used to be proud of Langa whenever he got another love confession, but now he was just jealous and frustrated and all the feelings he shouldn’t be feeling. He’s such a bad friend. Why can’t he just push his negative emotions away and be normal again?
He couldn’t even smile at him anymore.
He arrived home, dropping his things lazily by the door and shuffling to his room. He hears his mother say hi, but he can’t find the energy to return the sentiment. He locks his door and flops onto his bed.
Langa would be there any minute.
What should he do?
There had to be a way to at least prolong this inevitable interaction… but how?
Reki lifts his head, peering around his room. He could take a shower. A long, steaming hot shower that would hopefully burn all these disgusting thoughts from his mind.
‘Shut up,’ he told himself. ‘It’s not that serious.’
He grabs a simple pair of plaid pajama pants and a band tee before heading to the bathroom.
His speaker already sits on the counter, so he connects it to his phone and sits on the toilet while waiting for the water to heat. He scrolls through endless skateboard images online before he starts to miss Langa again and promptly shuts it off, feeling the stinging in his throat.
The water is blistering hot, to the point where he physically releases an “Ouch!”, jumping back.
…That was good though. Just that little shock of pain took his mind off Langa.
Maybe that’s what he needs. A distraction.
The boy takes his second attempt at stepping under the water, and although it burns his skin… it feels good.
He gets used to it in no time and proceeds to sing his heart out, not caring who might happen to walk past the bathroom and hear.
As he enters his room, still humming the words to one of the many Radiohead songs in his playlist, he’s stopped dead in his tracks by the frosty blue eyes that find his.
They both blinked seemingly in tandem before Langa gave a chuckle and said, “I didn’t know you could sing.”
The emotion is wiped from Reki’s face and he sighs, sliding into his desk chair. “Do you make it a hobby to spy on people in the shower or is that just a me thing?”
“Only when they’re belting the lyrics to Lovejoy songs.”
Reki met him with a flat look, and the boy shrugged. An eye roll and the redhead turned back to his desk.
“Fifty-fifty it,” he said. “I’m not trying to talk to you.”
“C’mon Reki,” Langa pleaded, seemingly not interested in doing work. That’s good, he guessed. Reki wasn’t either. “Can’t we just talk about it?”
Reki gave a long, hard look into his eyes, searching far and wide for any hint of another betrayal, but they were so pretty that it was no good trying to find anything but perfection. He simply settled for turning back around. “Don’t look at me like that.”
Langa stands to his feet, taking a hesitant step forward. “Like what?”
“Like-“ he looks back over his shoulder dejectedly. “Like fucking that, man!” He feels his voice about to crack, so he breaks eye contact and stares back down at his desk. “Like this is all my fault somehow.”
“I just want to talk to you, Reki,” Langa says, his hands out as if he were trying to reason with him. “Please?”
“Well, I don’t, alright?” the redhead stated, a note of finality in his tone as he pulled his backpack into his lap to retrieve his notebooks. “What do you-“
“Are you saying it’s my fault then?” Langa asked, clearly not picking up on Reki’s attempt to not talk about this.
The was a groan from the latter, and he glared back at the former, his shoulders tight as he snarled, “Of fucking course it’s your fault!” He stood to his feet, his backpack discarded and forgotten. With every word, he moved closer, a sneer on his lips. “I warned you about ADAM. Didn’t I? You saw what he did to me, right?”
“I was just-!”
“What?” Reki interrupts. “Having fun? Curious? He could’ve fucking killed me, Langa! Do you not understand that?!”
“He wouldn’t have killed you.”
“You don’t know that!” He yelled, arms flaring as he turned away to calm himself down. God, he didn’t want to yell at him. He really didn't want to yell at him.
But god-fucking-damnit! He made it so easy!
“Reki…” Langa said, and there he went, saying his name in that way that he knew made Reki fold. It’s unhealthy!
“Langa!” He says, turning, exasperated. “What isn’t clicking, man?”
The blue-haired teen gives a huff, pulling his lips into his mouth. His eyes wandered everywhere but to Reki as he said, “I don’t get why you can’t be proud of me.”
Reki’s brows scrunch. “What-?”
“I’m going to beat ADAM for both of us, Reki!” There’s a grin starting to peek through, almost triumphant. “Isn’t that a good thing?”
“… I never asked you to take down ADAM, Langa.”
Langa’s face fell, but his voice still held volume as he said, “I know. But I still want to.”
Reki peers back up through eyes just barely glossed over. “Why?”
He stammered a few times, searching for the words before: “Because I care about you, Reki!” He exclaimed, throwing up his hands. “Is that so hard to believe?”
“Yes! Langa!” Reki replied, his voice wobbling and cracking. “Yes, it is!”
Emotion from every corner of his mind seemed to seep into Langa’s eyes, and Reki thought that maybe he finally understood.
“Do you get it, now?” He asked, his voice sounding like something between a laugh and a cry. “Ever since you were met with the idea of beating ADAM, it’s like you’ve been obsessed!”
“That’s not-“
“You don’t care about me,” Reki went on, his vision so blurred he could hardly see his surroundings. “You don’t care about anything but beating ADAM. But guess what, Langa.”
Reki met the latter's eyes no matter how hard he resisted. “I cared about you. I cared so much that I made you promise that you wouldn’t go against ADAM because I know what he’s capable of. You saw what he did to me. Do you want to see the scars? Would that get it through your thick fuckin’ skull?”
Reki was panting. Air was hard to come by right now. He just wanted Langa to understand.
The boy in question opened and closed his mouth several times. There were so many words so clearly on his tongue, but it seemed only a fraction came out with, “… What scars?”
“What? Did you think I was getting out of there good as new?” Reki scoffed. He turned and lifted the back of his shirt, revealing that valley of stains and scrapes on his back, a constant reminder of what he let happen that day. The boy let out a chuckle, bitter and guttural as it may have been. “Not pretty?”
He looked over his shoulder to gauge a response, but all he saw was Langa’s mouth flapping open and closed once more.
“Reki, I’m-“
“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” Reki gritted through his teeth, letting his shirt fall back down to meet the others' eyes again. “Not again.”
More blinking. More mouthing.
“You know what?” Reki said, turning back to his desk chair. “This is going nowhere. Let’s just finish this project so you can get out of my room.”
Langa still hadn’t moved, but his eyes were starting to gloss over now.
Reki didn’t know how long he’d hold up if he started crying.
He watched, waited. He knew this boy well, even if their relationship had… shifted, in the past weeks. Langa had the tendency to lock himself in mind prisons when met with daunting obstacles. He just needed a minute to lay down the tracks for his train of thought.
Reki supposed he could give it to him.
Turning back to the desk and retrieving his backpack, he gets to work on the first half of the assignment. He’s about 20 seconds in when there’s shuffling behind him. Reki doesn’t turn, though, until Langa taps his shoulder, because the boy tends to be fragile in whatever his current emotion may be after figuring his way out of his mind prison. Sometimes he doesn’t want to talk or interact until the objective at hand is complete. Sometimes he is still a little tangled up in there and doesn’t like to be touched until he’s fully free.
Reki knows these things because he cares.
And because he cares, he recognizes that look in Langa’s eye and sighs, standing and letting him crash in to hug him.
‘It’s unhealthy’ says that voice in the back of his mind, but all he could hear, see, smell, feel was Langa, Langa, Langa, and man has he missed it.
“I’m sorry,” the taller of the two mumbled.
“For what?” Reki replies, the sound muffled by Langa’s shoulder.
“For… for breaking your promise,” he answers.
There’s silence for a long, long moment before, “I really miss you, Langa.”
Langa took a step back, and Reki immediately missed him. God, why can’t they just go back to normal? Why is he still so bitter about this?
“Can we please be friends again?” Langa asked, and Reki's heart tumbled to his toes.
He’s so pretty, even when he cries.
He’s so pretty, and talented, and funny, and everything Reki isn’t.
Is he a bad person for not liking him for that?
He was jealous. Reki Kyan was so jealous of Langa it wasn’t even funny because Langa is perfect in every way and Reki… isn’t. And he would keep blaming Langa for that until he blamed himself, and no one wanted to be friends with someone as lame as that.
And so, with a heavy heart, Reki shakes his head.
“We just aren’t right for each other anymore.”
And it’s a very silent night of completing their project before Reki finally has his room back to himself.
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there she is! Im so obsessed with renga rn its not even funny. Just gay skater dude angst. Btw this is meant to take the place of their fight in the rain lol. I just wanted to put my own little spin on it,yk?
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