(Male!)Crona X Reader! (DISCONTINUED)

Crona's Poetry: Drabble/Chapter 14-ish

{Hailo guys!!! I hope all of you are doing wonderfully and safe!! I've come to provide more Crona fanfic stuff!! Sometimes it gets a little difficult when finding time to write, I also have a lot of drafts that I don't know which to start with/continue however I realized how much I liked writing one shots. I might just make this a one shot book someday, hahah. Whatever you guys want, I'll try writing more!! I don't mind criticism or recommendations, it is much appreciated as I am a bad writer! Sorry for my long ramble, now on to the story (to which I'll write a second part here soon)!!}

    Her cream fingers wrap tightly around the thick pen as blue ink is painted against a neon colored sticky note. That's what Maka'd always do while she read or studied, an action I've been accustomed to ever since my close friend and I have accompanied each other on such occasions. I come with her to the library and we study, occasionally with Soul, Tsubaki, or the son of Lord Death coming as well. I'm not really as interested in academic studies as Maka is, however I could appreciate her dedication. In the end, I mainly come to see the books with my companion.

Poetry is an escape for me. The words become meaningful images, the drawings color my eyes and clear my mind of fear. It's fascinating the many unique interpretations people may have by the simplistic style of writing because of its indirectly (and ironically) complex ideas hidden within it. Leaving Maka to her studies (as I've become a little more comfortable in my surroundings over time), I search through the aisles of books to find the poetry section. When finding it, I look through and pick out the ones that seem most interesting to me. Setting them down on a random, empty table. I grab a pencil and piece of notebook paper to write on, taking a seat. Reading poems inspire me in some way, however writing it is more effective of a hobby because artistic liberation. Ragnarok would think otherwise as he loves to make fun of me endlessly, and will criticize or belittle me for what I do. Though I don't stop him from doing so. I deserve it. I've committed many crimes throughout my years of living and I may never actually have true redemption from the atrocities I've done; there's no reason to feel remorseful in the end. It's funny, really. Would it truly be possible to fit in society? I mope, though I'm finally able to notice the paper underneath my hand, already having words scribed upon it {Now get ready for my awful poetry!! XD}:

One night I dreamed of salvation
Another night, another temptation
In the morning I feel intense misery
Dreams only from a bottle of amphetamines

Under the light of smiling moons
Behind the soft sounds of Apolo's tune
I lay my head on a pillow made of lace
And as I close my eyes, the tears stain my face

I've grown strangely accustomed to the habit of writing almost subconsciously. You'd think that'd be a good trait to have? Hah. No matter, I hide my poems in case someone reads them and I've done this ever since Maka tried to get me into a poetry club after school that one time. They were so depressive, maybe I've done something wron- 'Hey kid, look!' Ragnarok's voice was so sudden it was alarming, 'What is it, Ragnarok?' 'Over there. I think that's that hot chick you talk to a lot.' I lift my head up to see (Y/N) looking through the bookshelves, I feel my face go hot. 'Hah! You knew exactly who I was talking about! I bet you fucking like her!!' Ragnarok's loud, raspy laugh echos through my head, I cover my face in embarrassment as a sigh escapes my lips. "Ragnaroook... I don't know how to deal with this..." "Oh! H-hey Crona!! How's it going?" The feminine voice greets me kindly. My eyes directly dart (Y/N)'s pretty (E/C) ones. I will admit, Ragnarok is right when it comes to her looks. "You ok? You have.. well, a bit of grey there." (Y/N) pointed to her right cheek, chuckling softly. "O-oh!" My face got even more heated, I covered myself with my hands again. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!!" She tried to comfort me, apologizing as she gently pat my Well, at least she's really kind. a greater trait than how beautiful a person is (contrary to what Ragnarok believes). I like that about her, though I don't believe I deserve that kindness. "Oh, n-no!! I'm fine, don't worry about me! T-thank you for your comfort." I remove my hands from my face and chuckle, a little more shyly than I'd like to admit. (Y/N) smiles. "Heh. You're pretty funny." She says, giggling softly, though I see her glance at the the table. She notices the poetry books laid next to me. "I saw Maka just now, she seems pretty active." The girl says. "Oh yes, she is s-studying." I point to the direction Maka is. "Soul must also be here as well, huh." (Y/N) says it as if it was more of a statement, her eyes never left the books on the table. "Around here, yes." "Ah, I see. Well that's nice to know. I'll probably have to get a meister sometime soon as well, hahah!" I smile, somewhat enjoying our conversation. "So, you like poetry?" "Y-yes. I do, actually. It's one of my favorite pastimes." I answered, hoping I wasn't too soft for her to hear. I have a lot of work to do when it comes to conversing with others. I'm not able to deal with the action in general since it's terrorizing to me, though I mainly worry whether or not (Y/N) could accept my hobbies. "That's so cool!! What's your favorite kind of poetry?!" She beamed. I was taken aback, the only person who appreciated my liking for such was Maka. Nevertheless, my grin becomes wider. "I-I like a lot of them! I can't deal with choosing my favorite though.. I get inspiration from many writers, if only I could do what the could. I'm not very fond of my work-" Maybe I've said too much. "Really? Dude, you gotta show me your poetry. I bet it's amazing!!" My stomach drops, "Oh, oh no! I don't think you'd want to see it, it's really bad and-" My hands were waving in a frenzy, though (Y/N) cuts me off. "Crona, it's fine! I would still love it either way! I won't judge, I promise." "No!" "Please? Here, how 'bout you come to my house and I'll give you some random books I have in exchange for reading your work? If that doesn't work, I'll show you my fanfiction account (that is, if I have one, hahah)." "Fanfiction?" "Nothing" the girl with the (H/L) (H/C) hair said abruptly as she giggles. The sound of her voice soften my worries, it's quite strange really. "So, you've decided?" (Y/N) asked, smiling. 'Crona, say yes.' Ragnarok commanded, his voice ringing throughout my being. 'But Ragnarok! I can't let her see what I wrote!!' 'My god! Just do it. I'd be the first time you'd ever go into a lady's house, alone. A pretty one too.' I sighed, it always strikes me how different Ragnarok and I are. 'Whatever, I'm telling her myself.' 'Wait, sto-' the pain of Ragnarok tearing through the flesh and blood vessels underneath the skin of my back overwhelms me to silence. {maybe I shouldn't write such concerning sentences, hope you guys aren't squeamish!!} My head is pushed down by Ragnarok's white gloved palm. "C-Crona!!" (Y/N) calling my name was the only thing that kept me from catatonia. From what I could see, he grabs her hand and jerks it into a violent handshake. She looked mildly uncomfortable, her eyes still staring at me. "You got yourself a deal, young lady!" Ragnarok laughed, patting her back with all his force. She grabbed his hand and pushed it away from her, she sliced the hand of his on my head with her now bladed arm and carefully lifted my head up. I felt my heart skip a beat, she looked me in the eyes with the gentle sincerity her soft (E/C) ones had. One thing I know is that I can't deal with anything, even this. "Oh, s-sorry!! Maybe I got a little too physical..." She apologized, her face was flushed. However, I do not know what she apologizes for. "No, thank you (Y/N)." I smile, I appreciate her care. "Hah, no problem! At what time should we meet again, cause I'm still wanting to read that poetry of yours!" "5:30 is fine by us!" (Y/N) chuckled, "And is that fine with you, Crona?" I nodded. "Well, I gotta get going! I'll send you my address by phone! Bye dude!!" She walked off, exiting the building. "Man, I love her!" I sigh face palming, "Ragnaroook.."