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Hello everyone! Please let me know if you see my works translated anywhere on this site or elsewhere. I’ve been made aware that someone is translating them and that is expressly against my wishes. Thank you in advance.

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Hi Wendy, hru?

Hello hello!

I’m okay; I haven’t been keeping tabs on the blog for a while…

So many things are going on; lately my partner and I have been navigating living together and merging lives… I’m working a Lot a Lot… and I am also struggling with maybe being autistic. I don’t have a formal diagnosis yet but I’m working on it. Anyways, I hope you’re doing well and having a good 2024 so far!

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I have a question now; hear me out here, but would you consider Benkei and Waka villains or on the antagonist side when they are in the Kanto Manji gang since they are on the opposing side of Michi and Toman's 2nd gen?

I would consider them villains! Or at the very least, anti-heroes. They’re definitely not the good guys in that scenario.

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BENKEI HAS BLUE EYES WENDY???

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Hello. This is anonymous quest giver again. Although I kinda feel like I'm a necromancer right now.

I'd like to challenge you to write a fic or scenario based on your interpretation of :

"Hello? ... I'm scared. The sky is crashing down on me."

"Babe, it's just a thunderstorm."

Character : any character from Tokyo Revengers

Please take your time if you decide to accept this challenge. Have a nice day, Challenger!

P.S : Omg your request box is literally closed but you asked for this so here you go

Skyfall: Shinichiro Sano x Fem!Reader

wc: 266

tw: fluff

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"Y/n?" The sky rumbles fiercely, and you huddle in the closet, ears shielded from the brunt of the noise by a row of sweaters hanging down in your face. Shinichiro raps on the door again, his knuckles so unlike the roaring of the sky above. "Hey, are you alright?"

"The sky..." you exhale, feeling your chest tighten even more. "The s-sky is crashing down on me." Silence. For a second, you assume the rainstorm is over. You sigh in relief, only to be shocked again by the angry clapping of thunder. Then you hear Shinichiro whisper,

"It's only a thunderstorm, baby."

"I know..." The door to the closet opens a crack, and you shrink back into the closet to avoid seeing the light stream through. "Shin, please--" The door closes again and you feel utterly alone in the dark, clutching yourself and bracing for another round of thunder and rolling rattles against the window panes.

"Hey, I'm right here." Hands reach out to you in the dark, and you feel the comforting familiarity and warmth of Shin's embrace. Your head rests against his chest, where his heart beats steadily, predictably. You relax a little, feeling his breath against the top of your hair. "This must be rough for you."

You nod, feeling the cotton of his t-shirt rub against your cheek. His fingers trail along your arms and soothe your nerves, even as the rainstorm outside continues on.

"You're doing great. I'm here for you."

"Thank you, Shin."

"Of course," he chuckles, kissing the top of your head. "Anything for the woman I love. You're safe with me."

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro sano

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hello. I saw that you're busy and having things going on in real life. I wish you good luck and please stay healthy. When you're back, I'll come again with new quests. So, prepare yourself, Challenger!

- dearest anonymous quest giver

P.S: you might have forgotten about me but it's okay haha just want you to know that I'm wishing you good luck, wen!

WHOAAAAAAA

Drag me back from the dead and call me awakened

GIVE IT TO MEEEEE

It’s so good to hear from you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Where are ya Wendy

Lawd ha mercy y'all

Here we are in another month and I've been deadass silent.

Here's what's been going on:

PROMOTION - I got a promotion with benefits out the wazoo. I am making more money than I ever have before and I have my own office to prove it. But I'm exhausted.

MOVING - my partner and I are moving into a bigger place. This will all take place on Friday of this week - so up until now, we've been packing, scoping out new places, trying to maintain life as we know it. Skressed, we are.

FRIENDS & FAMILY - because of my new partnership, I have a *massive* new circle of IRL people to entertain, to see, to meet, to become friends with. It saps up a lot of my "interaction" energy that I used to use for writing.

Finally, I've been thinking about archiving this blog for the sake of you all (not worrying about me) and for the sake of keeping these writings up here as a memorial to all of the fun and lovely times I've had with you. I haven't made my decision yet, so don't panic. Love y'all. I'm sorry I've been absent.

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The Other Hand (Part 2): Gojo Satoru, Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: none

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“I have to admit something.” A chill sweeps over you and you lean back into the cushions, warily listening to the emperor begin his gentle speech. Gojo rises from his spot at the edge of the bed lithely, undoing his robe with def fingers. “I am not as powerful as you’ve heard.” 

“What do you think I’ve heard?” You shift slightly on the mattress, attempting to find something to cover yourself with. But your eyes catch Gojo’s muscles, the way his frame unfolds perfectly and into a perfect– 

“I think you’ve heard many things,” he chuckles, his blue eyes looking over you slowly. “But I don’t think you believe them all.” A gentle noise - a huff of laughter - follows his statement, and he turns back to you, raising a brow. “But I’ve heard similar things about you.” 

“What things?” 

“So many questions today!” Gojo sighs, but a child-like grin plays on his lips. “Perhaps the one where you’ve been hidden away for years, learning and preparing to become a great ruler.” You inhale sharply as Gojo’s hand reaches out to brush against the skin of your ankle. “Maybe even the one where you protested against this… arrangement?” Ghetto shifts in the corner of the room, but his eyes never leave Gojo’s frame. “And I’m sure you’ve heard the one where people claim I’m impotent.” 

Impotent? Your frown makes Gojo’s brows raise, and suddenly, he’s standing again. “So you haven’t heard.” He clears his throat, then looks out at some distant point of focus. “I brought you here for more than one reason. The first is to be my empress. The second…” Gojo glances at Geto, then lowers his voice. “The second is because I need an heir. And no concubine will be able to give me a legitimate one.” 

“So you’re not impotent? Why go to such lengths to prove it? I–” 

“I am.” The air in the room stills. “But I cannot give a concubine the trust I can potentially give you. They have too little to lose in the grand scheme of things. But you? Your whole life is based upon this one thing.” Gojo holds up a skinny finger for emphasis. You swallow hard. “You will tell no one of my true condition.” 

“Then how will I give you an heir?” 

“Simple.” A hand reaches into his pocket, and he pulls out a folded piece of parchment. “You’ll sign this agreement first. And then… then I will tell you.” Agreements? Signing? You shake your head slowly. 

“This isn’t what I was promised.” Your feet touch the cool marble flooring, and in an instant, Geto steps forward. 

“Your Majesty,” Geto breathes. “You should listen to what the emperor has to say.” 

“Why is that?” you retort, reaching down to pick up your robe. “He is having me sign an agreement for…” You motion at the paper and blink. “Would you do it?” 

“The agreement is only to keep the true nature of my condition between the three of us. Violating this agreement would mean you forfeit any and all rights to the crown and face a lifelong imprisonment.” You pause. Gojo takes a pen out of his pocket and licks the nib. “It’s something I would make you sign either way.” 

You snatch the pen out of his hand and look at the parchment, reading the exact words spoken to you moments before slowly. “How do I know there’s no catch?” 

“If it’s not written here, then it doesn’t factor into our relationship. I will give you lifelong comfort for the birth of one heir.” 

“Must I sign a contract for that, too?” Gojo shrugs, watching you place the pen down and scrawl your initials across the fat line at the bottom. Once you finish, he heaves a heavy sigh, then takes the paper and places it in his pocket. “Now, what?”

Gojo’s face relaxes, and he sits on the edge of the bed once more, looking up at you with laced fingers between his legs. “An heir will be had,” he begins. “And I have asked the Hand of the Emperor to assist me with siring one.” 

You look over at Geto once more and see him staring back at you unabashedly. He’s not leering like other men would at the sight of a half-naked woman, but he’s leaning by the door, arms crossed over his chest while he observes your movements. “I’ll be here to watch. And to make sure no one in the palace sees me elsewhere. I can’t afford a scandal right now…” Gojo’s voice fades into the background noise of your own blood rushing to your head. First, you’ve been offered to an emperor with an entire dynasty of strong men behind him. Second, you find out he’s impotent. Then… 

“No.” A pause. 

“I’m sorry?” Gojo seems entirely confused as he begins to sputter. “It’s the-the simplest way to arrange such an occurrence. Don’t you know that–” 

“I said no.” Geto doesn’t even avert his eyes as you place the robe around your shoulders fully. “You’re telling me that in order to become an empress, I must sleep with your Hand?” Gojo blinks in disbelief. “You’re insane. I won’t be disrespected like this.” You tie your robe with one last movement and march toward the door, half expecting Geto to stop you by force. Instead, you look up at him with a sneer. “He put you up to this. That’s a shame. I didn’t know a Hand could be so spineless.” Geto stares down at you blankly, his black eyes never wavering. You muster up your last shred of courage and march past him, walking down the empty hallway to your designated living quarters. 

It’s only when you’re lying on your bed do you realize that you hadn’t gone through with any part of the ceremony, and for now, you’re not an empress at all. You’re no better off than a… than a concubine. 

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“The ceremony was completed.” Your bones freeze up as Satoru Gojo comes sweeping down the stairs of the palace foyer, his eyes filled with mirth. You’re standing at the base, fresh and clean from the sleepless night you endured on your own. “We must celebrate!” 

The few attendants who are around make noises of elation, but you just stare at the pair descending the stairs. Why would he lie? 

Your question must be written on your face, because after a show of gentlemanly manners and a kiss on the hand, Gojo pulls you in close and whispers, “I’m giving you what you want, but I do not expect you to return the favor quite yet.” 

“But why–” 

“It was a lot to ask,” he adds, nodding. “I see that you need more than just reassurance you’ll be taken care of and given any and every comfort you desire. You want to be wooed.” You look over Satoru’s shoulder at Geto, who is standing a bit away to give you both some privacy. You look back at Gojo, who is smirking. “Every woman wants to be romanced.” 

“That’s not why I said–” you begin, but he’s stopped listening. He lets you go and waltzes off toward the dining room. You stand in the middle of the foyer in shock, but when Geto passes by your field of vision, you find your voice. “Did you give him that idea?” 

“No,” Geto admits, looking over his shoulder at you. “He’s plenty crafty on his own.”

“It’s not a good idea,” you scoff. “It won’t work.” 

“Oh?” Geto stops and turns to face you, his eyes trained on you carefully. “You might want to share that with him.” 

“He won’t listen. I’m sure you don’t want to be in this spot either.” Your shoulders sag. “I shouldn’t have been so irate with you yesterday. This isn’t your fault.” Geto tilts his head to the side and frowns. “I’m sorry.” Your chest swells with regret.

“All is forgiven,” he breathes, reaching a hand up. 

“Suguru!” Geto pulls his hand back and looks off toward the dining room as Gojo hollers in dismay. “Suguru, you have to–”

“Duty calls.” You laugh a little as Geto walks off, shaking your head and walking in the opposite direction.

#jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujustu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru

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Okay to all my black girlies out there…

DOES ANYONE HAVE A WASH AND GO ROUTINE THAT LEAVES YOUR CURLS JUST REGULAR AND THEY DONT NEED TO BE FINGER COILED BECAUSE I WANT TO STOP USING MY WRISTS FOR THAT

#African American hair care #black girl hair #black hair care #please help me #I done tried it all and I’m broke as hell

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The Other Hand (Part 1): Satoru Gojo, Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: When an emperor finally finds his match, he'll do anything to keep her. But what they need most is an heir, which seems to be an impossible task. What one hand does, the other hand must keep secret.

wc: 1.2k

tw: mentions of nakedness

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author's note: jesus christ. Let me dust off this blog at least once a month.

This is a mistake.

Your hands shake under the weight of the rings being slid on, one by one, one for each finger.

A man who has dismissed his concubines - all ten of them - is not an emperor. He's a fool.

"And your wrists, Your Majesty." You shape your hand so the various bangles can weigh on your arms. Each metal adornment makes a clinking noise against the others, and for a second, you wonder if you're meant to be the noisiest woman in the room.

In and out of the bedroom?

Your thoughts veer to your martial duty as the doors to the outside world open wide. A black-haired, black-eyed man walks through, his face devoid of any expression as he approaches your metallic figure on the pedestal.

"The ceremony should begin in ten minutes." You swallow hard at his words but bow your head slightly anyway. The gold hair ornaments are silent, but they weigh on your skull, still.

"We're almost through with her," one of the women calls out, waving a hand at the man. "Geto, would you be so kind to hand me the... the..." She snaps her fingers, her face contorting into confusion. You watch as he reaches for the item in question - a pot of rouge - and hands it to the woman. "Thank you," the woman replies easily, taking the pot and tapping at it carefully. As she smears the color onto your lips and cheeks, you eye the Hand of the Emperor with curiosity. You'd spent only four days here in this new land, but Geto seems to be everywhere Emperor Gojo is not.

"Do you always read people's minds?" Once the question has left your newly red lips, you know you can't wring the words out from his mind and retract them. Geto huffs, frowning, but places his hand on his ceremonial sword, preparing to answer you.

"Only when they need me to." It's the driest answer you've ever gotten from the emperor's right-hand man, but nevertheless, it amuses you.

"Geto," you begin, dropping your voice down to a whisper. "Is it true what they say about the Emperor?" Geto frowns again, then leans closer to you.

"What do they say, Your Majesty?" Someone reaches down to remove your shoes, and you grunt with the effort, trying to find the right words to say.

"That he dismissed all of his concubines." Geto spreads his hands, glancing back and forth between two invisible people beside him.

"Do you see any here?"

A fool, indeed.

Sprinkles of jasmine fragrance are flicked upon you, and without much flourish or fanfare, you're finished. You're unable to ask your final question as you're led from the small quarters you called your rooms and towards the emperor's suite. Your cheeks flush at the thought of completing a marital duty without ever having seen the famed "six-eyed" man, but you know deep down that you'll do anything for the title you'll earn afterward.

Empress.

The ornate room - colored in deep reds, bright blues, and golden hues - is devoid of any other humans when the doors open for you. You exhale, expecting a waiting party of five or six others to greet you. Alas, there is no such party. It's just you and the woman who took the task of leading you here.

"You can undo your robe," the woman murmurs, taking her thin fingers and undoing the tie at your waist. You instinctively clutch at it, but let it go almost as fast.

"Sorry," you murmur, but no one gives you any assurance.

"Sit on the bed and tuck your legs." You do as you're told, the metal ornaments chilling your skin and making you shiver in the silence. As you wait patiently, the curtains are drawn closed, and a semi-darkness envelops you in the room, full darkness beat only by a two candles flickering.

Once the woman leaves, you sit still, listening to the silence. Blood rushes in your ears as you wait, and wait, and wait...

"... you'd think they'd have fixed that by now." Your eyes fly open at the sound of a familiar voice - Geto - and the door creaks open slowly, softly squealing with the effort. More than one pair of feet enter the room. They take measured steps, and each one brings you closer to--

"They lied." A new voice murmurs. You want to turn your head to meet the emperor face-to-face but there's no way you can do it without seeming insubordinate. "This isn't the one. Not the one from the portrait at least." You swallow hard, remembering the long hours you spent sitting for the portrait your family sent to him. A hand reaches out to touch your earlobe, and you tilt your head on instinct, leaning into the contact carefully. The hand cups your chin, smoothing over your skin before they take more steps toward you. The scent of musk overcomes you, and you shudder, goosebumps following the path of the hand on your skin.

"She's much prettier than that canvas led me to believe." A pause. The hand retracts, and you try your hardest to see anything other than the emperor's slim figure wavering before you. A glimpse of a face, a mouth, anything.

Without warning, the emperor leans forward, trapping you between his muscular arms and staring at you closely. A pair of ice-blue eyes meets yours and you gasp, leaning back in a cacophony of metal and tinkling.

"Don't you think, Suguru?"

A hand reaches up to touch your bare belly and runs downward over your smooth flesh before you attempt to wriggle out from his grasp. "Where are you going, beautiful?" The blue eyes turn curious, and you mutter something intelligible. Emperor Gojo smiles at you, then takes your shaking fingers and places your left hand on his clothed chest. He crawls over you without another word - without express permission - and you stare in shock as he envelops your vision entirely.

"She'll do just fine, won't she?"

"Your Majesty," Geto grumbles, obviously unamused. Your breath hitches in your throat and something in you urges you to run from such a predatory type of man, but you're frozen underneath him, naked and afraid.

"All of these ornaments," Gojo quips, grabbing your wrist and sneering. "Didn't I specifically ask for--"

"You know they don't listen," Geto answers quickly.

"You don't need these." Hands quickly make work of the bangles, the rings, the necklaces, the gaudy hair pieces, tossing them to the floor with various clinks until you're fully undone and bare. "No one needs that many jewels. Especially not you, y/n." Gojo smiles to himself and sits back on his haunches, eyeing you with admiration, not greed. "She looks much better, don't you think, Suguru?" Geto grunts once. You look over at the stoic and see him avert his eyes carefully, attempting to protect some of your modesty by not leering.

"Would you do your concubines like this?" you ask breathlessly, finally finding your voice. Silence answers you. Gojo blinks a few times, then huffs a short laugh, shaking his head slightly.

"That's what they call them now? Concubines?"

"'Playmates' is juvenile," Geto responds, now looking at you with a blank expression.

"It's all pomp and circumstance," Gojo replies, waving his hands. "It's got nothing to do with reality."

"But you got rid of them."

Gojo tilts his head at you carefully, his lips pursed. "Wouldn't you get rid of others if all you needed is right in front of you?"

#getou suguru #jujutsu kaisen geto #suguru geto #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hey Wendy! I miss seeing you on my dash, but I hope you’re doing well and enjoying your time afk! 🩷🩷🩷

Hey love! I'm doing great; just enjoying my time with all of the new IRL friends and experiences that I've been afforded lol

I'm always checking my inbox for emergency requests/rants/vents, so I'll try to respond as quickly as possible! I love you, and I miss you all, too!

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Wendy pleaseeee, we need more of It’s Just an Arrangement! It’s so so good!

I've been left alone today, so I'm happy to put out the finale to this series. Merci beaucoup, everyone!

It's Just An Arrangement (Finale): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 881

tw: fluff

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Finale

Gentle fingers smooth across your forehead as you curl up underneath the comfortable bed. 

“I’ll stay here,” Ran murmurs, a habit of his every night since you’ve been back in your shared home. “Do you want to talk until you fall asleep or…” He trails off, watching your gaze slide from the ceiling to his face. Ran’s mouth tightens into a grim line, every part of him tensing up for some reaction to his words. But you just nod, blinking at him while he grunts and adjusts himself on the side of the bed. 

“Kokonoi made a discovery today while he was at the bank,” Ran begins, tapping his fingers on a propped-up knee. “Apparently, if you look intimidating enough, you can get an extension on anything.” Ran half chuckles, but when you don’t join in, he clears his throat and looks down at his feet.

“Rindou… he’s been trying to figure out the best way to get his little club off the ground. I’ve recommended various different solutions, but it’s obvious that he doesn’t want my help. So much for having an older brother.”

You huff a laugh, but no more than that. Ran sighs, quirking his lips back and forth before he lets out a long groan and presses the heels of his hands to his eyes. “I’m no good at this,” he admits softly. “I’m keeping you awake with mindless drivel.” As he stands, you reach a hand out to him, but Ran seems to miss the interaction entirely. You watch him shuffle towards the door solemnly, but you find your voice when he places a hand on the knob. 

“Don’t go.” The words give your husband pause. “Stay. Please.” Ran’s shoulders slump. 

“I can’t do any of this right,” he gripes, gritting his teeth and gripping the knob harder. “I’m trying to be a good husband but–” He grunts again. “I can’t seem to figure things out.” 

“What do you mean?” Your stomach lurches at the thought of Ran being dissatisfied with himself and your relationship, but you manage to keep the emotion out of your tone. 

“We don’t have a… conventional arrangement. I know that. But while you were gone, I realized what I feel is much deeper than we originally agreed to.” You watch Ran turn to face you, his eyes seemingly damp as he opens his mouth to continue. “I love you, y/n. I’m not sure why it took me so long to understand all of this,” Ran waves his hands around him, motioning at the space. “...was so I could keep you in my life. You could have asked for a divorce long ago if you wanted to. I would’ve let you.” 

You swallow past the lump in your throat as shock settles into your bones. “I just didn’t know how to manage… But now I do.” Ran straightens up, adjusting his collared shirt and wiping his eyes. “Whatever you want, it’s yours. I want you to be happy. And if that means it’s not here with me, then I’m willing to accept that.” 

“So you came to rescue me,” you breathe, knotting your fingers into the sheets. “I thought you’d never come.” 

“No,” Ran chides, kneeling on the bed and clicking his tongue in a soft chastisement. “I will always come and find you. I promise.” Your lips meet seconds later, and Ran cups your face tenderly, holding you against him with the lightest of touches. “I’ll never leave you to your own devices. Unless, of course, you want that.” 

“I don’t,” you reply, breathing heavily. “I don’t want that.”

“I’ll be kinder,” Ran remarks, taking a stand of your hair between his fingers. “Gentler. I’ll do better; just give me time.” 

“I’ll give you time,” you echo, leaning in for another kiss. “All the time you need.”

A sharp cry echoes in the night.

Ran shoots up out of bed, bleary-eyed and addled by the throes of a decent sleep. 

“I’ve got him,” he grumbles, rolling out of bed and turning around to ensure the blankets still cover you. Once he’s tucked you back in, he leans over you and gently kisses your exposed cheek. You hum, then shift slightly, snuggling under the covers without speaking. 

Ran shuffles out of the bedroom and hurries to the baby’s room, spotting the small child standing up in his crib and hollering for attention. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Ran sighs, yawning. “I know. It’s time for Daddy to rock you back to sleep.” The tyke weighs nearly nothing, but Ran grunts with the effort anyway. “I’ll sing you a song.” The song works occasionally, the lullaby lulling his strong-willed son back to sleep within minutes. Ran shifts his son in his arms and sits in the rocking chair, musing about the fact that his son - who was entirely a surprise - is still a surprise in his mannerisms and behaviors when you’re not around. For you, he’s an angel. A pacified, loving child. But for Ran…

His son offers him a squawk and a swat but Ran just laughs, leaning back in the chair and allowing himself the pleasure of easing them off to sleep. What began as an arrangement, he muses, is now one of the best things that has ever happened to him. 

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader

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It's Just An Arrangement (Part 4): Ran Haitnai x Fem!Reader

wc: 986

tw: violence, nudity, illness

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Finale

The space is so quiet.

Everything is always quiet. Except, of course, when you're retching, heaving, and trying to find something to wipe your mouth with in the middle of the... night? Day?

You've lost track of time, and a flood of other emotions came with that fact. What if five days had already passed? What if Ran wasn't looking for you? What if... What if you were stuck here and you'd never see the light of day again?

Your stomach roils at the thoughts, and you lean over the side of the bed, tears springing to your eyes as nothing but bile comes up. You'd been deathly sick for the past few... whatever, despite consuming the meager offerings of fruit, bread, and water. Nothing but homesickness would make you feel this way.

But at night, you imagined Ran's warm embrace, the feeling of his skin against yours, the times he'd offered you a smile of some sort... You whimper, trying not to let the idea of your husband overcrowd your already hazy mind. You just need to focus on staying alive for as long as possible.

Metal scrapes against metal, and you cower, instinctively hiding from the man who always arrives directly after the sound.

"It reeks in here," the man mutters, his face covered. You shrink away from the mess of bile on the floor, allowing him to examine it before looking back up at you. "You smell like piss. And vomit."

Shame settles into your mind, and you can't absolve yourself, even though there's nothing more you can do. You can't even manage to find a source of water other than the one you're supposed to drink. But you say nothing.

"Get up," the man growls, grabbing your arm roughly and hosting you off the sham of a bed. You stumble to your feet and manage to keep up as the man's fingers dig into your weakened arm. Your breath comes in pants and spurts while you're unceremoniously dragged to the entrance, and when the light floods your eyes, you flinch and look away. "Hurry. Up." Fingers dig into your skin again, and you quicken your steps if only to prevent something worse from happening.

Once your vision adjusts, you catch glimpses of furnished rooms that look like a part of a regular home and not a front for the horrors in the basement. You're ushered into a bathroom, and once the door is shut and locked, you watch the man stomp over to the shower at the far end.

"Get out of those clothes." Obediently you immediately strip down to nothing, now shivering in the chilly air. The shower is turned on with a knob, and in your wildest fantasies, you wish--

Pop pop pop!

The sound of gunshots echoing somewhere in the house makes your body stiffen. The man looks over at you, his confusion and then concern unmasked. "The hell...?"

You have two options. The shower door is opened, and the ma is walking away from it, unholstering his gun. Or... you could run out of the door and towards whoever is shooting downstairs. You could make a run for it. But then what?

Pop! Pop pop pop!

The man sprints past you and out of the bathroom door, and your choice has been made without question. Quickly, you hurry into the shower and feel the heated water cascade over your skin. You'd feel relief if there wasn't the looming fact that someone downstairs isn't supposed to be there, and you're still... a hostage. Gunshots ring out once more, and you cower against the tiled wall, sliding down until you're sitting on the floor of the appliance.

Warm water still splashes down on you as heavy footsteps stomp up the stairs. Muffled shouts get nearer to your location and tears spring to your eyes for the second time today. Your hands shake as the knob on the door jostles, and you squeeze your eyes shut. Whoever it is, you don't want to see them when--

"She's in here!"

Rindou's loud voice catches you off guard, and you look up to see the younger Haitani hurry into the shower and tug you to your feet. Ran comes in seconds later, his face screwed up in concentration. When he sees you, his expression goes from shock to astonishment, and a loud sigh escapes his lips.

You're shivering as you step out of the shower, but Ran grabs a towel and wraps you up, holding you against his chest and cradling you tenderly. "I thought I'd lost you," he murmurs repeatedly, pressing quick kisses to your hair, face, and wet skin. He's panting - and so are you - but nothing could prevent that. "Let's get you out of here."

Ran dutifully carries you out of the house, holding your face against his chest so you don't see anything upsetting.

"How..." you begin as he settles you in his SUV before turning the warm air on and smoothing a hand against your hair. "How did you find me?"

"It didn't take much work," Rindou fills in, his voice stoic. "Sloppy people were at work here." Ran grunts in assent, and you look over at your husband, realizing that he was looking for you and hadn't left you out on your own.

"We'll get you home," Ran whispers, pressing another kiss to your face. "We'll get you cleaned up and you can get some rest."

"You came for me," you reply softly. Ran frowns. "I didn't think--"

"We'll discuss this more when we get home," Ran mutters, looking down at his hands. "For now, I need you to rest." Another kiss is placed against your head before Ran pulls back and walks to the driver's side of the car. He takes your hand and pulls out of the driveway, and you exhale deeply, closing your eyes and leaning back in the seat.

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

Next part of It's Just An Arrangement please please please please please please please please please

Give me some time! I’ll be happy get one out soon 🙏

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Just an Arrangement Part 3 pls pls pls i’ve been thinking bout it while you are away :((((((

It's Just An Arrangement (Part 3): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 577

tw: drinking

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Finale

Between sips of brandy and thoughts of mortality, Ran seems to be losing his sanity faster than Sanzu in the early days of Bonten. The clink, clink, clink of a pen hitting the desk, and the tick tick tick of the clock run together while Ran tries to rack his brain for anything he could use.

"Useless," he finally mutters to himself, tossing the pen across the desk and watching it clatter to the polished wooden floor without a care in the world.

"We don't have any word on--" The radio on his desk cuts in and out, but the voice of Kokonoi makes Ran inflate a little. Perhaps he had some news about your whereabouts. Ran's fingers grab the radio, and his thumb pushes down on the talk button.

"Say that again," he huffs. "I didn't hear you."

Precious seconds tick by before Kokonoi speaks again. "We don't have any word on the repayment of the debt by the--" Ran sets the radio down. His whole body deflates, and he sinks into the chair once more, feeling the exhaustion knocking at his bones and making him feel older than his mere thirty-five.

Thirty-five.

He almost wants to scoff at how old he is; it seems the many brushes with certain death led him here. But your brush with death... well, that became more real by the second.

Before Ran can slump into his depression once again, his phone buzzes twice in his pocket. He hesitates. The message might be from someone or something completely unrelated, and he would be getting his hopes up once again.

But what if... the nigging voice in the back of his mind sings. Ran pulls out the phone slowly, bracing himself for the inevitable disappointment. He opens his phone and looks down at the message from an unknown number with a sinking feeling of dread, the blood draining from his face as he clicks on the lone video.

"Say 'hello', princess."

"H-hi..."

There's a high-pitched ringing in Ran's ears as he watches tears stream down your beautiful, innocent face. Nothing in the world mattered more than your happiness, Ran reminded himself, trying to shake the image from his mind as he chucks the phone across the room.

But he's weak, so it only lands barely a foot away. Ran's toes curl, his fingers tremble, his eyes water, and every nerve in his body wails in outrage.

"You have five days to get me my money, Haitani," the phone echoes from the floor. But Ran can't hear it. All he can endure is the sinking feeling of someone having you, you being in trouble, and he can't do shit about it.

"Rindou, I need you."

The request is always met with undying devotion. Rindou, the ever-faithful Haitani - shows up on Ran's doorstep with a look of excitement in his eyes.

"It's been a while since I've had to beat someone with my own hands," Rindou admits, placing his gloves on as Ran hefts his baton over his shoulder. "I'm excited... Who is this guy?" Ran pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket and tosses it to his brother.

"Some punk who says I owe him money."

"The Haitanis don't owe anyone anything."

"Exactly." The car door opens, and Ran slips in, his eyes hazy from the amount of alcohol it took for him to get his version of a 'good night's rest'. "Nothing except an ass beating."

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

While I Was Away...

"Wendy, where the hell have you been?"

Long story short, I've been making sure I had enough time to dedicate to my new beau. Now that things have *mostly* calmed down, I'll be back to uploading up to three times a week.

My first upload will be with Ran's Arrangements series, as a part 3 (and hopefully I'll close it out after that). Thank you all for allowing me to take time to get to know my boo-thang, to find new hobbies, to have breathing room, and to come back ready and refreshed!

Love and light, always!