#[The 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯]

[white-poppie]

𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐋♡𝐕𝐄 — H.Shuji x reader

Synopsis: You are a small novelist, struggling for inspiration and ideas until you come across a charming gangster, called Hanma Shuji, who turns out to be your muse. Months later when your novel is published with him as the ML, the obsession only grows.

Pairing: Hanma Shuji x gn!author!reader Genre: YANDERE!, MAFIA! AU TW: crying, drinking, smoking, reader and Hanma both being twisted in the head, gore, Hanma being the sadist he is, hanma calls reader 'pretty' and 'doe', WC: 1.7K +

NOTE: I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT PROMOTE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR. It is impractical scary and even gross. Violation of someone’s personal space/ life is not being romanticized in this post. Rather it is JUST A FICTIONAL TROUPE WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.

A/N: Don't worry, its SFW!

Your grip is shaky, and tender as you gulp the bitter liquid down, it burns your throat in an ambrosial haze. It's as if your brain is barren with not a seed of creativity getting planted to fertilize into a bigger idea. You breathe a sob-sigh and sniffle, downing yourself in the liquid confidence.

You bury your face in your palms, and your elbows shake as you lean on the wooden counter. The music is loud and chaotic; it isn't a place for someone like you who spends most of her time, copped up in her mind, creating realms of her own as she writes.

You can't write. You can't write. You can't write. There have been no ideas, no inspirations, no random snippets of intense plotting and character-building...what will you do?

The neon lights dance on the yellowish-coloured tonic in your glass.

You hear the seat beside you being dragged. Your eyes fall towards the source of the sound, eyes meeting slender veiny hands, bejewelled with tattoos on their backs. A thick vein runs down his right hand to his elbow.

Your eyes gently trail upwards. His black long-sleeved turtleneck is rolled up to his elbows, his highlighted hair is neatly combed to one side, and then you look up at his long, chiselled face, sharp nose and dragon eyes...you realise he is already gazing at you with his lips turned into a soft smirk. You feel a sudden heat suffusing your cheeks. You try to avert your gaze, but his eyes have already captured yours and neither of you seem willing to let go. He continues to look into your eyes, and you feel yourself slipping away. You can savour the intensity of the moment, and it's almost electric. He tilts his head and asks, "What's a pretty angel like you doing crying in a place like this ?"

You breathe sharply and look away, averting your gaze from the handsome stranger, "just...going through things." You say.

He looks at you and nods, but he clearly isn't used to taking no for an answer. "Why spend your youth wallowing on the side, when you..." He raises his glass and points at the group of people huddled on the dance floor, "could be enjoying it on the stage instead."

You look at him in wonder...stage. William Shakespeare used it before: "The world is a stage and all men and women are players."

You blink and answer, "Why be the player when you can be the narrator?" You say softly, steering your eyes from the dance floor, back to him.

His eyebrows raised in delight at your words. He was used to people being scared of his appearance, his stature, his voice and tattoos. He just screamed 'danger' wherever he was. People talked to him for only a few reasons: for money, for partnership, for mercy or for him to warm their bed in such a way that he would ruin any other partners for them.

"Why be the player when you can be the narrator?" he says excitedly, "--when you can control the play from the sidelines." He says, adding his own twisted ideology to your personality-introducing a statement to him. It wasn't what you meant, but you didn't correct him. "You are an interesting one, you know?" he says and fetches a cigarette from his pocket and lights it, "you are one of the only people I've met who can keep a conversation dynamic." He grins with a wicked smirk, and you swear your heart hammers for him in a way that it has for no one.

"I didn't catch your name," you say softly.

"Hanma Shuji," he says with a proud smirk, "what's your name, pretty?" He asks.

"Y/N L/N," you say and ask again, curious about the man in front of you. You are never one for small talk, but there is just something so magnetic about him that you have to ask, "What do you do for a living, Hanma-san?"

"Just Hanma is okay," he corrects and sighs, a mischievous grin on his face, "I am a mob boss, have a big gang wrapped around my finger like fools." He studies your expression, "Did I scare ya? It's okay if you wanna leave, not gonna hold it against you or send my 'scary men' after you." He says exaggeratedly.

You blink blankly at him, studying his face. “I had my suspicions…got that vibe from you.” You say and pause, “But for some reason I am not scared.”

Hanma dissects your reply, drawing closer to you as he says quietly, his words heavy and menacing but like a siren's song, “You should be.”

“I should be,” you nod your head softly, “but I am not…"

Hanma studies your face with an unmoving stare. His breath trickles down your face, a gentle blend of cigarettes and mint. He looks at you as if he is remembering the exact proportions of your face.

"You intrigue me," he says and chuckles, "you still haven't told me why you were crying in a bar." He says and softly wipes the remaining tears from the corners of your eyes. For some reason, you don't feel revolted by this stranger's touch.

You shake your head and reply, "A writer loses all sense of the world when their mind is barren of inspiration. I was just looking for a push, I guess. But I was only met with a bottle of whiskey and more questions than answers. I can't help but feel like I'm in a never-ending cycle, blindly searching for an answer that I may never find. I'm stuck in my own head, unable to break free. I can't seem to find my way out. "

As Hanma hums, "So you're a writer, huh? Should have known by how eloquent you are." He's silent for a minute and then says, "Never was a book guy, sitting in one place just reading... it's too monotonous for an adrenaline junkie like me. In my teen years, I loved those twisted romances and thriller mangas." He chuckles in a way that makes you shiver.

You raise your eyebrow at him, "Dark romances, huh? Did they inspire you into becoming a mob boss?"

Hanma hisses with a faint smile on his face. "Not so loud, sweetheart." You chuckle and apologize.

"What do mob bosses do?" you ask curiously.

He crosses his arms and leans back. "What don't we do?" he replies. "Money laundering, smuggling, extortion, you know, the usual." He smiles, and you can see a hint of mischief in his eyes.

You can't help but smile at how nonchalant he is about it. You sense a darkish longing from both ends, like two poles of the magnet so close, just waiting for the right distance to be pulled close. It's like a course of warm ideas is injected into your brain. You can't help but feel drawn to him like he's the natural ending to your story.

It is interrupted by Hanma receiving a call. He picks up the phone and his expression immediately darkens. "I'll be there." He says and cuts the call and looks at you with longing and apology. He stands up, takes a deep breath and says, "I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I'll keep an eye on you." He takes one last look at you before turning to leave.

"I found my muse..." you mutter to yourself as you see him leave.

[1 year later]

And he meant that. He meant when he said 'I'll keep an eye on you.' He was a mob boss, so it was easy for him to find your whereabouts and know everything about you. It almost seemed like he didn't want to hide his presence from you. However, you for some odd reason didn't mind this man spying on your life; it made you excited.

By this time you had completely researched his life, persona, crimes, and remembered them like a textbook. Multiple articles of his gang's works were pasted on your apartment walls along with letters in front of your apartment. These letters had no sender or address, but the cologne smell was him. You pinned the letters to your walls, sighing and reading them multiple times a day, knowing he was watching you all the time.

You smiled softly, signing your book 'Ghastly Love' in the author convention. Having been acclaimed as one of the bestselling dark romances on booktok and bookstagram, you were elated to have met Hanma Shuji that night...the man who inspired you to write a book. You had never met him for a year. However, you felt his presence, his gaze and the imaginary version of him you created in your head.

Another happy fan comes and you sign the book for them. Multiple people praise your writing, but it feels so empty. The convention ends and everyone leaves. Everyone is wrapping up when one last fan comes.

I'm sorry I can't do anything. My train got late." He says, drawing your attention as the security guards push him away and all the other writers stare at him.

"Come on I just want Y/N L/N's sign. I've travelled far for this, I'll leave in 5 minutes." He says and you chuckle.

"Let him in," you say and smile, impressed by this fan's dedication. He walks confidently towards you

You look up and smile at another person, he is taller than the rest, your hands are ready to sign the book when you spot the familiar tattoo on his hand...Hanma.

A shocked gasp escapes your throat as you look up at him, your eyes watering. He lowers his mask and smirks. "Hey doe." He says, calling you the name your ML called your FL in the novel. "You've become quite famous over the past few months, yeah? But let me tell you, the guy you wrote about in your novel is nothing. This right here, in front of you is the real deal." He smirks.

You sob and hug him tightly. You had him now...and you wouldn't let him go. He was your muse, after all. Suddenly, he pulls away and looks deeply into your eyes. He whispers, "So freaking proud of ya'." He says and kisses you.

'Dedicated to the handsome stranger I found in the bar that night. Thank you for being my muse; I highly anticipate meeting you again, and this time I won't let you go."

DID YALL KNOW IVE WRITTEN A BOOK LIKE Y/N TOO?!?! Of Vengeance and Ashes” -> BUY NOW!!!! I am a 15-year-old author who needs support, I assure you it won't disappoint! It's okay if you don't buy, it would be enough to share the link with someone else who might be interested! I humbly request you support my career as a child author by purchasing my book. This would help me to write more books in future.

Also Check out: L'appel du vide (✔️) (Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! With no memories of what transpired two days before his death, you team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband? )

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[monmuses]

"Some humans call this song a 'tune for the dead'. They say this music box is... unresistable by fallen spirits when they hear this tune..."

"...it makes me so sad, hearing them sing this song."

#✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰; (𝔞𝔲𝔡𝔦𝔬/𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠) #✨{𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯; (𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔦 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯) #// *i LOVE the music box tune from Phasmo #// *easily one of th e spookiest Cursed Objects #// *but its SO good #Youtube

[white-poppie]

Two Birds on a wire

Characters: H.Shuji x G! n Baji reader Genre: FLUFF Warnings: none Writer: @white-poppie

Song recommendation: Line without a Hook

A/N: Y/N is Baji’s sibling!!

This fic is an excerpt from my book:  L'appel du vide (Please check it out!!)

Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

"Hanma-san? What are you doing here?" You squealed seeing the man knock on your dorm window.

"Yo!" he chuckled, "sorry I came without letting ya know, I just really missed you~"

You flushed at his words, averting your eyes, "well now that you are here, come on in."

"Man, now I kinda wanna come back to Uni, fun days," he exclaimed while laying, ruining the bed you had just made.

"It's not like you studied anyways," you pointed, clearing up your desk.

"Why you gotta be so rude, huh? Respect your elders!"

You stuck your tongue at him, "stay here, I'll get some snacks. I recently got a whole stock of chips and chocolates because you always end up eating mine. I kept them in my friend's dorm, I'll go get them"

Hanma flashed you a huge grin, "aren't you the sweetest, angel?" You huffed and ran to avoid him.

He chuckled and his gaze fell on a certain book sticking out from between the mattress.

He gently removed out, thinking it was some academic book that you might later look for until his eyes fell on the neatly written letters: Diary of Baji Y/N.

'Oho! this is gonna be good,' he thought while opening the diary.

He started reading from the most recent pages.

Dear Diary,

Hanma and I hung out today. Have I ever told you how tall he is? He is 6'4! I wish I was a little taller so I could reach my hand to smack him on his head.

Why? Well you see, we went to a cafe, and he just ordered a sandwich and a cold drink. i..saw him dipping a sandwich in cola...I knew he was unhinged but my god.

Y/N

He laughed at your adorableness. Gosh you were so endearing. With swift turn of pages, he read further

Dear Diary,

Hanma helped me sneak into the library for material to study. He knew all the blindspots where cameras are not focused. It was so exhilarating! I felt like I was in a James Bond movie!

When we entered the library, it was pitch dark, and we used flashlights to look for the book. When we found it, I was carefully taking out the book and suddenly the pile of books on top of the book fell.

One fell on top of my head, I hissed and it drew the attention of the person who was taking rounds.

He called out, "who is there?" and walked close. I was so scared!

Then Hanma grabbed my hand and we huddled at the end of the book rack. We were so scared that we couldn't think properly. As soon as the person left, I realized our position.

Hanma was sitting with his back touching the shelf, his legs were folded with a little space an I was sitting between them, my hand was on his chest and his large hand was on the small of my back.

Cliche right?

I swear to god I was so glad it was dark that he wasn't able to see my flustered expression, but I was close enough to make out the smirk on his face.

His other hand had cupped my face, thumb running on the apple of my cheek.

He whispered with a dulcet voice that kissed the air like the smell of a fresh blossom of  Night Jasmine.

"Pretty," he said like it was my name. A small whimper escaped my throat, only the sun has ever come this close, only the sun. Y/N

Hanma felt heat bloom in his chest, of warmth and solace. You were truly something else, Y/N

Dear Diary,

I really miss big brother today.

People say Mikey-san has suddenly disappeared, I wonder what happened to the kind and caring Manjiro Sano. I saw an article in the newspaper about this new gang called Bonten.

I knew Mikey made it, it had to be the result of the battle of three deities. Bonten is the Japanese name for god Bramha which also gave way to the gang Brahaman. Unoriginal right? If Keisuke was alive, Mikey would have never gone astray. Big brother would have beat Mikey up until he came back to his senses.

I wish everything could go back to normal, from the day Kazutora killed Shinichiro-san.

Y/N

He felt his heart drop to his stomach, yet he read further.

Dear Diary

I think what I feel for Hanma is more than just attraction or infatuation. It's something rooted deep within the coils of my mind.

It's a fresh wave of adrenaline, yet at the same time, it is the comfort of the blanket of your home. It's soft and fuzzy yet rousing and exhilarating.

He is the only person after big brother who makes me feel truly safe. I know if I am with him, nothing will ever hurt me.

I think I...like Hanma Shuji...no it's beyond liking.

Y/N

Dear Diary

I am adding a letter here because you know considering how much of a scaredy-cat I am, I won't be able to say it face to face. Maybe one day I might get the courage to give it to him.

Dearest Hanma Shuji,

It's funny how I feel the safest when I am with you; those amber eyes that glint with mischief send me over the edge and I am filled with a certain exhilaration.

Might be a metamorphosis, knowing that my life would never be the same once I let you consume me.

Why? I am not sure myself.

It is probably the way you speak in deep whispers, words full of teasing taunts dripping down like ichor, your words are words so compelling, like the pipe of the pied piper that I can willingly follow you to my ruin.

Hanma Shuji-san and my dearest senior, as cliche as it sounds, I want you to tell me every terrible thing you have done, every sin you have committed, yet let me cherish you either way.

~Baji Y/N

Hanma swore he could have felt his ruined, treacherous heart, beat with love. He used to like you a lot, yes, but he never expected you to like him too...to such a degree.

Did you feel safe with him? A delinquent? A man who looks like he will eat you raw? That was the pleasantest thing he had heard about him.

"I am back with the-" you paused dead in your tracks looking at Hanma, holding your diary, "-i can explain-"

Hanma sighed and walked up to you, you closed your eyes thinking that he was gonna yell at you.

He kept a hand on your cheek, "why did you not tell me?"

"I was scared that you won't want to be friends with me anymore and it's true isn't it--."

You were pushed onto your bed until you were sitting on the edge, your brows were knitted in confusion when you saw Hanma sitting on his knees.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

Hanma kept his hand on the nape of your neck, leaning close, "I am trying to kiss you, I don't this my back can handle bending so much, short-stuff."

He leaned in slowly, unlike his do or die behaviour, he dealt with you like you were made up of glass. Something fragile that might break if he was not too gentle.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, and you gasped when you felt his hands circle around your waist. He pulled you to the ground on his lap, slowly ravaging you like you were someone worth worshipping. Gentle caresses littered like he is afraid to break what is already damaged, maybe his sultry and soft touches might heal you after all.

When you two pulled away, you were breathless.

He tapped your cheek and gave a toothy grin, "Let's take it slow for you sweet-cheeks, besides we have got all the time we need in the world."

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Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

#⎯⟡ 𝔗rv #[The 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯] #hanma headcanons #hanma x reader #hanma smut #shuji hanma #hanma x y/n #hanma fluff #hanma shuji #hanma shuuji x reader #hanma shuuji x you #hanma shuuji smut #hanma #hanma x you #hanma x baji reader #hanma x male reader #hanma x kisaki #hanma shuuji #the grim reaper

[monmuses]

12. how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?

for Lorelai!

i wanted to make an oc ask game 😋 things i like to ask people abt their character

Lorelai has been around for quite some time, but that amount of time adds up to her human years. By human measuring standards, she is only 20 years old, but she is much, much older than that. Being the child of Death Itself, there comes many perks. She knows when her birthday is, but it's not when she was made. She loves celebrating birthdays! And deathdays too, but she finds that as a more anniversary-type thing than anything.

#pownan #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡; (𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡) #✨{𝔭𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔩; (𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫) #✨{𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯; (𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔦 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯)

[monmuses]

     “Remember, children! No one lives forever, but do not fear the reaper! He means no harm, but to show you to a better place! There is always a better place for everyone who passes!”

#✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔪𝔢 @ 𝔪𝔢; (𝔫𝔬𝔫-𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯; (𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔦 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯) #// *new OC <3 #// *we got ourselves the personification of Death :D

[white-poppie]

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

★ L'APPEL DU VIDE ( on wattpad✔️) (Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! With no memories of what transpired two days before his death, you team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?)

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠) (佐野真一郎 )

New Addiction  𖥻  fluff Cigarettes are Shinichiro’s good ol’ addiction, but you might be the new one.

I wanna be yours  𖥻 older brother's best-friend troupe, fluff You have had a crush on your older brother's best friend for years now, Shinichiro Sano, the biggest loser there is to exist, but he shares the same pining for you?

𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 (𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝) (今牛 若狭) 

Forbidden  𖥻 yakuzal au, forbidden-love, angst Heirs of two Yakuza gangs, fall in love. Every time is supposed to be the last. The last meet, the last wound, the last kiss, but they can't get themselves to stop. After all, it is as they say: we love, what we cannot have.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 (𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲) ( 佐野 万次郎)

Manjiro Come down  𖥻 angst Manjiro! Manjiro! Manjiro! Come down! Won’t you get up off, get up off the roof?

𝐎𝐇𝐌♡𝐌𝐈!  𖥻 racer!au, fluff Racer!Mikey takes you on a date, a special one where he teaches you how to ride a bike

𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧 (𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧) ( 龍宮寺 堅)

Da-Da! 𖥻  fluff How Ken spends time with two of his favourite girls.

𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝) (場地圭介)

Too good for me  𖥻 mutual-comfort, fluff After getting in trouble with the police, Baji comes home to you beaten up and bruised and thinks he is not good enough for you.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 (𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮) ( 明司 春千夜)

You're an angel, I'm a dog 𖥻 fluff, god-tier writing Haruchiyo is petrified when you first ask to kiss him. He loves you like a dog. Feral in all its gruesome and bloody glory. In the end, Sanzu loves you like a dog but kisses you like you are his god.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫) ( 半間 修二)

Two Birds on a wire 𖥻  fluff EEK! Your crush Hanma Shuji discovers your diary with your darkest confessions! How is he going to react?

The second Grim Reaper 𖥻 domestic!au, fluff Just when Hanma thought his life couldn’t get any better with you by his side, it did

𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐋♡𝐕𝐄 𖥻 writer!au, gangster!au, yandere!, long-fic You are a small novelist, struggling for inspiration and ideas until you come across a charming gangster, called Hanma Shuji, who turns out to be your muse. Months later when your novel is published with him as the ML, the obsession only grows.

𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧 (𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞) ( 灰谷 蘭)

How Ran likes em' 𖥻 thriller, spicy tension You need to catch Ran Haitani’s attention at a casino, can you fit in the criteria of how ran likes em’?

Cliché' get Closer (When the local 'bad boy' of your institution falls in love. There is a palpable tension that hangs tantalizingly amongst you. The universe plays its game to make the two of you, end up in compromising situations. Cliches that have your heart throbbing!)

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 (𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞) (灰谷 竜胆)

Harley-Quinn Syndrome 𖥻 thriller, spicy tension Who knew, dearest Y/N, The hunter you were hunting, that turned to your prey, was the hunter after all. You were the catch and he was the apex predator.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨 (𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬) ( 松野千冬)

INSTAlove 𖥻 insta-love, fluff (Your instagram while dating Chifuyu)

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 (𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫) (羽宮一虎)

Sauve Moi 𖥻 angst This is reality, wake-up. No true-love's kiss can save a man who's demons make him hurt his beloved

CHARACTERS !

Cliché' get Closer (When the local 'bad boy' of your institution falls in love. There is a palpable tension that hangs tantalizingly amongst you. The universe plays its game to make the two of you, end up in compromising situations. Cliches that have your heart throbbing! Ft. HANMA and RAN)

Because I love you! (Koko, Kazutora and Izana's reaction to you confessing to them angrily.)

Reaction to you getting/wanting a pet (Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora and Mikey)-smau

Shark week! Mikey, Baji and Kakucho comforting you on your period)

You're an angel, I'm a dog (Haruchiyo is petrified when you first ask to kiss him. He loves you like a dog. Feral in all its gruesome and bloody glory. In the end, Sanzu loves you like a dog but kisses you like you are his god.)

GENERAL !

Big and Chunky!- (How being in a relationship with big beefy men is like! )

𝟑:𝟎𝟑 𝐀𝐌- (The hour of twilight  made him vulnerable. It made him crawl out of his shell and be who he really is.)

Characters and their romance tropes- (Assigning the characters popular romance book/ movie tropes. )

Auburn Lipstick- (Sure, it’s an important meeting, but it can wait. After all, how can he resist the charm of your lips clad in that beautiful auburn lipstick )

Baby I’m scared!- (Humans and Monsters are never meant to be together. The tales of monsters across and how they suffered a heartbreak )

⏜ ࣪ 𓄹𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮 ♥︎- (Hearts hammering, cheeks flushed. What do you do when you are on a kiss cam with your best friend you have a liking for?)

Serenade my senses- (How different characters smell like )

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐘-𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 - (POV your man needs your help to get rid of the spider that dares intrude his bath, but you both end up getting scared.)

CHARACTERS!:

If we live 𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔱, let us die 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤' How being in a relationship with Racer!Mikey is like

The loyal dog and his toy ( How being in a relationship with Haruchiyo, aka the loyal dog, is like.)

Forever (How loving Mitsuya Takashi is like)

C꩜de Red! Headcanons of Yan!Manila Mikey taking care of you while you are on your period

𝘓𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵 Mitsuya Takashi with his super caring but powerful s/o

MENACE!  Being Baji’s chaotic bestie

MULTI!:

Y𖦹u give me butterflies, you kn𖦹w !?˖˙˙ - (Random things the trv boys do that give you butterflies)

Chaotic Tokyo revengers Headcanons 

Tokyo revengers as Yandere lovers 

The characters as things I have said 

Reaction to you getting/wanting a pet -(Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora and Mikey)

Serenade my Senses(How different characters smell like)

Incorrect quotes:

Swingset (Sanzu)

Tale as old as time~ (Toman founders)

Y/N's Seat (Hanma/Kisaki)

L'appel du vide ( on wattpad✔️) (Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! With no memories of what transpired two days before his death, you team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?)

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