JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Weather Report x Reader: "Hope"

It was your fate to be pushed around, trampled over by the bitter murderers and thieves who had ended up getting caught by the law. No matter how much you screamed, how hard you fought back, the prisoners would knock you down. But that was before you met them. You probably wouldn't have survived long at the Green Dolphin Street Prison if it weren't for them.

You thought nothing of it as you freely traversed the halls. It was one of the few times you were allowed out of your cell, and you didn't want to spend it with any of the other prisoners. However, you heard a noise.

You bit your lip in irritation, not wishing to cross paths with anyone when you were in such a foul mood, but the hushed footsteps were far away, so you brushed them off for the time being. It was about time for you to head back to your cell anyway. So you rounded the next corner.

However, you caught a glint out of the corner of your eye, and paused. It had been a man, standing at the bottom of the stairwell. A strangely clothed man, with a tattered navy body suit and a tall and fuzzy hat. But he had disappeared as soon as you caught sight of him, right into... into the wall?

Your curiosity drew you down the stairs and to the cold stone wall. It was strange, this sudden occurrence didn't startle you. You had your fair share of paranormal incidents in the past. In fact, that was what had landed you in prison...

Curiously, you descended the stairs, eyeing the corner where you swear a man had been just a moment before. As you approached the scene, your hand lifted to the stone, expecting to feel the rough and grainy texture of the bricks. You gasped.

There was only air. Your fingers slipped through the wall as if nothing was there, disappearing beyond the grey rock. Carefully, you reached your arm further, into the portal, or whatever it might have been.

Suddenly, you felt a hand grasp your wrist. You let out a short cry as you were yanked through the wall, gasping to regain your breath as your body was forced to the ground, a strong and muscular frame driving you to the floor. Your head reeled as it snapped against the hard floor and you winced in pain. He pinned down your arms, allowing you no room to so much as lift your head.

When your dizziness had faded and your lungs began to work again, though your body still trembled with the shock, you inspected the man. It was the same man you had seen disappear at the bottom of the stairs. His dark and striking eyes seemed to bore through your soul itself. He seemed wrathful yet stoic, almost as if he was interrogating you without even using words. His firm grip wrapped around your wrists, his thighs caged your pelvis. Your face flushed at the surprise, the fear, and his own harsh intimidation. He continued to scrutinize your form, his gaze tracing every inch of your body for some hint of recognition. Yet he never spoke.

"W-Who..." The words escaped your lips through the pants and gasps. "Who are you?" You winced as your question was met with a sudden force, pushing you even further into the floor. It was then that you noticed where you were.

It was not the cold stone floor of the prison. It was a soft red rug. In the corner of your eye, you could see a large grand piano looming over you, a chandelier lighting the elegant room.

But the man shoved you again, his face looming closer. You squirmed as his hot breath tickled your cheek.

"Who are you?" His voice was low, almost a whisper. But he was terrifying all the same as his sapphire eyes pierced through your thoughts. You began to stutter, but knew not what to say. You were a prisoner, like everyone else, like him... He was a prisoner, wasn't he?

He shook you again, this time growling menacingly.

"My name is (y/n) (l/n)!" You spat out as you gasped. "I'm just another inmate, I saw you slip through," Your voice shook as you searched for words. "You walked through the wall and I followed," His grip began to loosen.