#jeuel: anime/manga drabbles

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slice me up.

“Cheers!” Alcoholic beverages lifted to the air, grins wide as gleeful shouts filled the room. It was the end of their first dispatch as new recruits for the Third Division of the Defense Force, and luckily for them, with everyone surviving and intact.

There was absolutely no reason for them not to celebrate.

“Hoshina!” An arm wrapped around his neck from behind, squeezing. “Teach me your moves, damn it! Those slices were crazy!”

“Yeah, teach me your ways, Master Hoshina!”

“Oh, I like the sound of that, Master Hoshina!”

Everyone was in a rambunctious mood, joking and laughing, even to the point of asking for a fight just to prove who was stronger and had more kaijus put down.

Hohsina laughed, not knowing how to accept the compliments. All his life, people encouraged him to drop his sword and move on to a different weapon, always saying it was better that way.

“They’re right, you know, Hoshina.” You slurred, clearly you had more drinks than your lithe body can handle. You’ve been sitting quietly across him, slumped. It was uncommon for you to be so hushed in a festive environment, but those hooded eyes said a lot. “Gods, can you get any HOTTER? The way you sliced those kaijus up; m-makes me want you to… s-slice me u-up.”

And for the first time, Hoshina Soshiro blushed, and the entire room went into pandemonium.

this scene came to me when i was heading to sleep, and since then, it has been living in my mind rent-free. anyway, if there are anything written on there about hoshina's time as a new recruit or something and it overlapped with the side manga or was inconsistent with it, just remember that i haven't read the kaiju no. 8: b-side.

enjoyyy xx

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say my name.

What do you mean you don’t know when she’ll wake up?

Captain, please, the impact on her head when she fell from the attack did a damage to her skull, leading to her current state. There is nothing much we can do but wait.

Huh? What— what’s going on? What are they talking about, and is that… Captain Narumi?

Nothing? No. We have the best facilities and the best equipment. What do you mean there’s nothing we can do!?

Captain Narumi, stop! Let go of the doctor now!

Master Moron, you need to calm down.

Wait— what is going on? Nothing is making sense.

I’m sorry, captain. We did our best; it’s all up to her now.

Every day, I hear them come and go, the soft clicks of a door closing, the tiny creaking noise of a dragging chair, and the constant beeps copying the rhythm of my heart. Sometimes, I can sense the cold wind on my skin or calloused fingers brushing my cheeks and grazing my hand. But I’m not too sure.

Everything is reverberated with dullness, like how I can hear the voices but never make out the words. It’s all muted and unclear.

How long will you keep sleeping? You’re worrying everyone, you know.

I don’t know, I want to say. I’m trying — really, I am. But everything is so heavy, like my muscles are too lazy to function, and every fiber is on a strike, not wanting to do its obligations.

You need to wake up, you hear me. You promised to follow me into battle, to have my back as I have yours. I’m holding you to that promise.

I remember. I did promise him that. 

My finger twitches, and I hear a gasp. Already, moving a single finger feels like lifting an enormous boulder with my entire being only an inch off the ground. But the same calloused fingers grab my hand, warm and encouraging — cheering me to push forward and out of the abyss.

You need to wake up. Who else would pull me away from my games if not for you? Who else would control my impulsive buying? Who else would I listen to? 

Ah, he’s right. Who knows what may happen if I leave the captain alone? He’d probably make Hasegawa-san want to pull out his hair — and that’s saying something when he’s already bald.

I chuckle. It probably sounded like a concerning wheeze. But it doesn’t matter, for all I can think of as I forced my eyes open is, “I cannot let Captain Narumi down.”

And what a sight for sore eyes he truly is.

How bad were my injuries? Did you really try to hurt the doctors who took care of me?

Can I still fight? Will you still let me stand beside you?

Did we succeed with the mission? What else did I miss?

Have you set the First Division up in flames yet? I pray and hope not.

How long have you been waiting, captain? Did I make you wait long?

I’m sorry for worrying you. Though, I can’t promise I won’t do it again.

I want to say so much and ask so many. But all that comes out is…

“He-hey, Gen.”

jeuel, did you just write a 500+ word drabble? well, yes. yes, i did. and let me tell you, it shocked me as well.

if you're new to my inconsistent and random drabble posting, i normally write for whatever fandom i feel like with whatever concept i can think of — mostly angst, not much on comedy. and usually, they only end up within 100 — 300 words, never 500!!

so this, for me, is a monster drabble 🤯

idk what happened, i just kept writing. and when i was editing it, i just couldn't keep it within my preferred word count range. when i took some paragraphs out, they didn't make sense without them. so, i just said, "screw it!! leave it like that."

anyway, enjoy xx

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at all costs.

She didn’t know it would feel like this. The media, the people, and the news made it seem like the Japanese Defense Force was unstoppable — always victorious. But it was all a facade — a rose-tinted image to ease the public’s worries and fears.

She sat on the cold tiled floor, a blink away from hurling whatever was left of my already empty stomach into the toilet.

“You did your best. You did your best.” She chanted. The image of a town, once full of life and happiness, forced to its knees by just one kaiju appearance surfaced. She can still smell the sizzling wires and rubber. How the dust-filled air engulfed her lungs, covering every inch. And the sounds of silent pleas and whimpers between the rubbles haunt her all night long.

It was a harsh wake-up call, a sledgehammer to the back of her head.

“Why— why!?” Why, what? She doesn’t even know. She was barely coherent, drowning in the darkest pits of her thoughts — a scene constantly tormenting her. “Why!?”

“You need to stop, or else you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Vice-captain Hoshina?” He sounded different, quite unlike his usual self — quieter, more subdued. Or is this how he truly is — entirely the opposite of his fun, carefree, and always-laughing self? Was it all a front to protect himself — to hide away his vulnerabilities?

“How can we move on from this?” She asked. She didn’t need to clarify; her meaning was as clear as the vivid images inside her head.

“We don’t.”

And he was right. They are the Japanese Defense Force, and it is their duty to save and protect the citizens at all costs.

“Go to sleep. We still have work tomorrow.”

and i'm baccckkkk!! 🙌 🎉 it's me, hi. how have you guys been?

i had this idea waaaaay before i took a break from writing/posting, but since life tends to smack me in the face, i couldn't write it until the last leg of july.

anyway, here is a what-if scenario: "what if they, the third division of the japanese defence force, encountered a mission where not all citizens were saved during a kaiju attack? how would it affect them?"

and this is what i came up with ✌

enjoyyy xx

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the monster amongst monsters.

“There are monsters under your bed.”

We hear it all the time as kids — a common scare prank we pull on each other for a bit of fun.

I even vaguely remember doing the same on my younger siblings. Slowly, after tucking them into bed and with their lights turned off, I would close their door while making eerie noises. Their reactions were hilarious: crying, “Stop it!” or hiding under their blankets.

Those were amusing times.

But that was when nobody has ever told me these monsters actually existed. For all I thought, they were only a figment of our imagination, a way to scare the naughty children.

This time, the cries of “stop” no longer bring me laughter — only fear.

“Help, p-please!” My throat burns just as the world collapses around me. Glasses from my neighbors’ windows shatter, chunks of walls crumble, littering the empty streets. Once clean and pristine turns into an apocalypse. Hell is breaking loose from the huge pavement cracks and settling on this earth.

“Anyone, please! H-Help me!” It feels like I’ve been running for hours, and I probably have, with how wobbly my legs are, ready to give in instead of taking another prickly step. But they’re just a few meters away, catching up quickly with their claw-like legs.

And they did.

Monsters come out of under the bed and surround me, and all I can do is shake, and cry, and pray. “S-Someone, please, s-save me.”

A hopeless plea, one last cry.

And it was the end — I thought it was the end.

But you stand between me and the monsters with your weapons in hand. You sliced through the monsters; now, they’re lifeless on the ground.

You are the monster amongst monsters, and are also my hero.

okayy, so initially, this is supposedly a narumi gen x oc drabble. like i was writing this with him in mind.

but as i was reaching the end, i did something that completely made this a hoshina soshiro x oc, and i was like, "yea, that's totally fine."

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in-game or in real life.

There is no such thing as a day off when you are fighting kaijus that spontaneously appear and terrorize the nation. Officers are being summoned left and right the moment these monsters appear — whether you are in the shower, in the middle of a good sleep, or during your off day. You have no right to dilly-dally when the citizens require help, especially not if you are Narumi Gen, the Captain of the First Division of the Defense Force.

So, when Narumi’s off day comes, he prays to the gods above that no monsters show themselves — they can do it tomorrow or the day after. He'll take care of them no matter how often they want to appear. Just. Not. Today!

His bloodshed eyes shift from the door to his phone to the door again. The time reads: 9:59 AM.

Just a minute away from open doors, sixty seconds before all hell breaks loose; and he, the Strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant, will win!

Narumi rushes through the doors, bodies shoving each other, all heading in one direction: the stand of the newest and most sought-after game of the year!

“Out of my way!” Narumi screams like he is in a death race and everyone is an enemy. He reaches for the few stocks left, his hand barely grazing the game console, only for him to grab something different. “What!?”

“Let go of me.” A lady with electric blue eyes smacks his grip away. She stands there, glaring before grabbing the last remaining game and dashing to the counter to pay.

He was dumbfounded, standing alone while the entire shop went into chaos. For a split second, he felt like everything went into pause. “W-Wait, that’s m-mine! That game is mine!”

She turns around, clutching the already-paid game console with her tongue sticking out. Her face clearly says, “I win! Better luck next time!” as she passes through the store doors.

And Narumi knows he lost. He lost the most sought-after game of the year and finds himself lost in those deep ocean eyes. But he knows he’ll meet her again soon — in-game or in real life.

me: *throws confetti a narumi gen drabble* also me (after posting): should i do a part two?

i mean, it did say yes to playing again so... maybe, just maybe. i'll put a part two for this if i come up with something lol.

also, i write drabbles for other fandoms, or i'll write drabbles for other fandoms 😉🏐🍀, but if you want to read a ray (the promised neverland) drabble just go to my tumblr or click here✨

anyway, enjoyyy xx

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always my second.

Try as you might, you always came in second to me; always a few points behind in training, with a couple more shots missed, a few percentages off in our combat suits.

Always obtaining second place, but never first. Always the one behind, and never the one leading.

It must have been frustrating to you; being overshadowed by my genius. So, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that you jumped head first into combat when it was offered.

To prove you weren’t meant to just follow, or to be a forgettable face amongst the ranks.

You took the first step ahead, and led.

And it became your last.

“N-Narumi, don’t you… even d-dare q-quit… while you’re s-still ahead.”

You weren’t supposed to run ahead, fighting a kaiju hundred times stronger than you (or me) without backup.

You were supposed to be here, beside me, as my second-in-command — my partner.

a quick narumi gen x reader drabble. one that has been stuck in my head for a few days now. i might put out more kaiju no. 8 drabbles since i'm finally up-to-date with the manga series, and i am [quietly] obsessing with hoshina soshiro and narumi gen. they are my top one & two, for sure.

anyway, that's all. let me lurk some more here in tumblr while waiting for the next manga update.

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a good team.

There it goes, the final whistle. A sign of the end and a basketball player’s — no, a basketball team's — worst nightmare. A call for all the players to gather at the center, bowing heads as a sign of respect amidst the loud cheers and claps and ‘good jobs,’ before moving on to their locker rooms, where the winning group parties and the losing team pack their bags, forcing their tears to stay put and not show itself — not yet when there are spectators.

Those rules don’t apply to you, so you let the avalanche of tears go.

Undoubtedly, it was one of the fiercest battles you have ever witnessed, with their teammates barely keeping up or completely letting them run their own pace, knowing they would just be in the way of their Miracles — a match so intense that the entire venue hardly breathed a word.

“Ryota,” You whisper, hands on your mouth, shutting down the whimpers wishing to escape as your heart shatters at the sight. Of your boyfriend buckling on the ground, his ankles and knees giving, and over-exhaustion taking over his muscles.

You are just relieved his teammates are there to share the burden with him, to carry the weight when it becomes too heavy — never abandoning him.

Good members build a good team. You think, and before your tearful eyes, you know Ryota is in better hands.

Even with a heavy heart from their loss, finally, you can breathe.

sooooo, i'm probably out of my mind for writing about a character/fandom that i haven't seen in years 😬 and i think it's showing.

honestly speaking, this drabble drastically changed from my initial idea to what it is now, and i am still not 1000% satisfied with the outcome. but i just don't know where this is going anymore. and if i sat on it for far too long, i'll end up scrapping it. and i don't want that 🙁

still, hope you enjoy xx

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so, i ask you, his angel.

Your love for one another is legendary — a story forever sung through generations. A tale of how a young couple, one boy and one girl, find each other in their trainee years.

And in their pursuit to defeat the monsters terrorizing the country, they fell in love. The nation rejoiced; hope blossomed in the people’s hearts. And in the valleys of their minds, they recognized the new beacons of light and strength, their safeguards.

A tomorrow with no kaijus ever existing doesn’t seem so far away.

But the sky dims, and the rain pours. The world becomes a witness to how a strong and mighty father stands tall under the pressure of his heart ripping, not bending nor breaking.

I watch as life sheds and seasons change, but yours is forever stuck in the cold and unmoving winter, forever in the past, always grieving. The once small bud that opens its petals into full bloom wilts, reaching its final moments and never to bloom again.

So, I ask you, his angel, “Melt the ice piercing through his heart and mend his open wounds. Let him see the love surrounding him.”

For me and my love, alone, am not enough to heal his mourning soul.

heyyy, @yuri116 👋😊 as requested, here's an isao shinomiya drabble! i'm not quite sure what you had in mind for the drabble, but i hope you and everyone who stumbles upon this enjoy it 💖

also, where is this creativity juice flowing from? 🤯 i haven't been posting this much since... EVER! and i still have a few drabble ideas lingering in my head

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just as he promised.

There is nothing special about the number 12. It is nothing but a figure sitting comfortably between 11 and 13, a way to continue the flow of endless digits — a number that they utter without much thought when counting during a game of tag or hide-and-seek.

It is a mostly innocent number. Unassuming. Inconspicuous. Unimportant.

But to the children of Grace Field, it is the nail in the coffin — the end of their journey, their unforgiving destination.

“Don’t go, Wes.”

“I don’t want you to leave!”

“Stay with us, Wes!”

The younger children cry, tears streaming down their reddened, chubby cheeks. Their tiny arms clutch on Wesley’s legs with a vice grip, holding him for dear life. But amidst the raucous, Wes smiles, ruffling their siblings' heads and promising to write them letters or to visit them if he’s allowed to.

Stop lying! Ray wants to scream — but doesn’t. That smile, that laughter, all those damn promises. They’re all lies.

He doesn’t want to be here, standing and waiting his turn to say his goodbyes. He can’t say those words, knowing it’ll be the last thing he’ll say to his older brother. 

So, he swears to himself that no words will leave his mouth. He convinces himself that being silent is better than forcing a goodbye.

Wes calls for his name, and for some reason, his gentle brown eyes look even more gentle. He is smiling, but the hunch on his shoulder, the shaking of his hands, and the telltale signs of tearstains reveal the story of someone who wants to fight his fate but is forced to accept it.

“Ray, take care of them for me.”

“I’ll try.” And he will just as he promised, hoping his words won’t turn into lies like yours.