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mavrintarou · 4 months

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[Daddies in December] Haitani Ran

Out of all the Ran stories I've read, he is nothing like what I picture. So fair warning, my vision of Ran might be vulnerable, a little dirty, but hot as hell. This is super long, I spent all day yesterday and most of today on this.

Warning: angst, fluff & smut.

Haitani Ran knew he was a man of many things but being a father was not one of them.

His lifestyle did not have room for fatherhood.

No matter how many ways he looked at it, it would never work out.

It was in the best interest of him and Y/n to go their way regardless of Y/n’s protest of having hoped to make it work.

It will just not work.

She was never meant to mean something to him, let alone a child they both created by accident.

He could not deny the tiny joy he felt burning when he discovered her pregnancy but had to put out the flame immediately.

After ignoring calls and visits, Ran was left with the last resort.

It was in the heat of the moment when Y/n appeared at his club unexpectedly. Ran could see the shock in her eyes from across the room and he took the opportunity to whisper something into the woman beside him. She excitedly turned to him and he reached for her face, pressing his mouth to hers in a heated kiss.

It disgusted him to the core and the longest three seconds of his life. He pulled away and turned his heels, pulling the woman by her hand, and disappeared into the VIP hallway.

That was Y/n’s last straw.

Her calls and visits ceased.

No one and nothing would prepare him for a broken heart.

He was Haitani Ran, he had been shot at, stabbed, and beaten to almost death.

But the pain of Y/n erasing herself out of his life hurt more than all those things combined.

All he had left now was the memories they had in the past.

He felt no pain as his knuckles were busted and bloody from repeatedly plugging into the lifeless body he held by the collar.

He was just about to throw another blow when the man was saved by the ringing of the phone.

Releasing the man, Ran picked up his phone. “What?” he barked.

“She’s in labor.”

His thumb swiped over the image on his screen of the chubby sleeping infant.

A girl.

He was a father to a baby girl.

It took everything in him not to rush to the hospital she was at and burst into the room to pull them both into his arms.

Even though neither of them had spoken in months, Ran ensured she was taken care of from afar. It pissed him off that the money he sent her went untouched and knew Y/n purposedly refuses to use it to irk him.

The one thing she could not prevent him from doing was the man he hired to protect her and reporting back to him with her every move.

She had an ultrasound appointment today at 2:30. Results show that the gender of the baby is a girl.

At approximately 12:45 AM, she left for the nearest open convenience store and purchased a variety of snacks and junk food.

She had a breakdown watching Sailor Moon.

Ran flipped through the many photos he received from K. He didn’t know how the man was able to take some photos up close and as if he was there in person but he didn’t question the man’s skill. Ran paid him well and he expected nothing but the best.

He was still waiting to hear back from K about what Y/n had named his daughter.

His daughter.

Chuckling like a maniac, he reprimanded himself. What right did he have to claim her as his daughter when he abandoned them?

Ran quickly sat up and ignored the annoying voice in his head when he saw the three dots appear by K’s name.

K: she named your daughter Fuyumi. She has her mother’s last name.

Ran gave his message a thumbs up, acknowledging his message.

Why had he expected that Y/n would give their child his last name?

Reaching for his cigarettes, he was about to light one when he froze, remembering he quit because… he had not wanted to give his child and Y/n second-hand smoke.

Even if he was nowhere near them.

Grabbing the pack of cigarettes and lighter, he tossed it into the garbage.

Leaning back against his couch, he is once again, drowning in his own doing.

Mikey and Rindou have scolded him for making such a pathetic decision to end their relationship. He would never admit that hearing Mikey saying that he would never give up his woman regardless of his lifestyle.

But the damage was already done.

His phone dinged with another message.

Reaching over, he frowned when the notification was from K again, this time of an image.

He tapped on the image, waiting for it to load.

Ran sat up quickly, zooming in on the picture. His eyes scanned the document repeatedly.

For the first time, his heart warmed.

On the official documents of his daughter’s birth certificate, her middle name is listed as Haitani.

He didn’t realize he was smiling like a fool as he pressed down on the image with his thumb and hearted the photo.

His daughter was a splitting image of her mother and Ran thanked the Gods for it. The two things she inherited from him are his distinctive violet-hue eyes and blond hair. In some photos K sent her eyes sometimes changed, showing that she also inherited her mother’s blue eyes, sometimes a mixture of blue-violet.

Tapping the screen, he saved all these photos, adding them to the designated folder he created for his daughter.

His phone dinged and it was a message from Mikey, an image.

Ran’s eyes widened as he stood up abruptly, it was a photo of Mikey smiling broadly with his sixth-month-old daughter in his arms.

Mikey: She’s freaken cute, can I keep her?

Y/n didn’t fear Mikey as much as she should, considering he was a notorious gang leader many feared and the boss of your daughter’s father. She only met Mikey a few times and he treated her kindly.

Ran once said to her it was probably because she was the same age as his baby sister who passed away years ago.

She was surprised to see Mikey approach them at the park. Sensing fear from Mikey and his bodyguards, the other moms quickly gathered their children and took off.

Y/n pulled her daughter out of the baby swing and hugged her close. “Mikey.” She acknowledged, nodding her head at him.

He nodded in return, his eyes shifting to the baby in her arms. “Is she Ran’s?”

Y/n knew he knew the answer already, even if she did lie which she had no reason to, the color of her eyes and hair was a giveaway that she had Ran’s DNA running through her blood.

“Yes,” she answered quietly.

Mikey took a step closer and held out his arms, “is she picky? Can I hold her?”

“If you like, she is… a bit drooly.” Fuyumi stared at Mikey before he reached for her. She continued to stare at him, seeing a new face. “Her name is Fuyumi.” She wasn’t sure he heard her since he was having a staring contest with the baby.

“God!” Mikey snuggled her, “you’re so freaken cute. Thank goodness you look nothing like your dad.” He reached for his phone and looked at Y/n for approval, “can I send Ran a photo? So he knows what he’s missing out on?”

Y/n let out a hesitant laugh, “I’m sure Ran knows... he has someone following and protecting us and he sends Ran updates daily.”

“You know about K?” Mikey gasped, he looked at Fuyumi. “Do you know Uncle K?” He snaps a selfie with her. “Your dad is going to be so jealous that I got a photo with you before him.”

Y/n had a second change of heart but knew that Mikey had already sent the photo. She didn’t know how Ran would react.

Instantly, Mikey chuckled and looked at the baby in his arms, “that sounds awfully like your dad’s motorcycle…”

That’s when Y/n heard it, her head turning towards the sound of the roaring muffler. Sure enough, Ran’s motorcycle pulls up. Of course, he would know where Mikey is at all times in case he needed to get to Mikey at any time.

Y/n’s heart fluttered the moment he took off his helmet and their eyes connected even at a distance.

Ran stopped a few feet away from Mikey, eyes on his daughter. He swallowed the lump in his throat, unable to speak.

“Are you going to say hi to your daughter at all?” Mikey questioned, “I’ll take her if you don’t want her…” he smiled at Fuyumi, “I can be your da –“

“Mikey.” Ran snarl.

Mikey ignored his tone, continuing to talk to the baby. “As I was saying, I can be your daddy. I have blond hair – “

“We should get going,” Y/n intervenes, stepping forward to reach for her child. “It is almost time for her nap.” Y/n hugs her daughter close. She avoided looking at Ran as she muttered a goodbye, turning her heels towards the stroller.

She knew Ran was following them.

When she finally reached her apartment she whipped around to face him. Ran had his hands stuffed in his dress pants, looking handsome as ever in his black attire with his sleeves rolled up to his elbow. She cleared her throat and snapped, “you can go now.”

Instead of walking away, he walked towards her until he was in front of them. His eyes drop down to the sleeping baby in the stroller. “Can we talk?”

“No.” Y/n answered immediately. “I have nothing to say to you.”

“That’s fine, I have something to say to you though.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, “you had plenty of opportunities in the past to say something. It’s too late, excuse us.”

Ran was faster and blocked her from entering her apartment building. “We can do this the nice way, Y/n, or I can take you kicking and screaming, you pick.”

She flinched at his threat. Though he has never done anything to make her fear him that didn’t mean she didn’t harbor any fear for this man at all. She knew of some of the things he’s done and is responsible for, knew what he could do to anyone with the snap of his fingers.

Ran has only been in her apartment a handful of times. Most of the time, she was at his place.

Y/n was normally a clean and tidy person but her place was cluttered with toys and baby items.

He watched her carefully lift the baby out of the stroller, cooing gently and rocking her back to sleep but being disturbed, the baby began to fuss.

“It’s okay,” Y/n repeated quietly but the baby’s cry only increased. She looked at Ran before excusing herself, “let me go nurse her, I’ll be back.”

Ran nodded dumbfounded. His cheeks flushed as he imagined Y/n nursing their daughter, suckling from her tits just as he had once done.

Y/n returned with their daughter wide awake. Fuyumi stared intensely at Ran as he stood up from the couch and approached them. Being 6’2, he towered over the both of them put together. “She’s beautiful… like you.”

Ran was mesmerized staring into the same colored eyes as his own, his flesh, his DNA… his daughter.

Y/n cleared her throat, “talk.”

He had rehearsed what he would say to her the day he got the opportunity, and this was his one chance to explain himself with an ounce of hope that he could turn the tables. “I’m sorry,” he said genuinely. “I am sorry for my past actions, how it hurt not only you but our daughter as well.” He inhaled softly, “my actions hurt me too. But I can promise you, there has not been anyone. I had only kissed that woman that night to force you to end your connection with me and that was the stupidest decision I’ve ever made.”

“Yeah it was,” Y/n snapped, “I don’t need your apology now, neither does my daughter too.”

Her anger was expected, just as long as she didn’t hate him.

“I know you don’t need it, but I want to give it anyway. If you want to throw it away, that’s your decision.” He had to play his next card right. “Can – I explain myself?”

She has never seen Ran vulnerable like this and she almost believes it’s genuine. “Fine, have a seat then,” she pointed to the spot he was sitting moments ago.

He listened obediently, watching her take a seat on the floor with their daughter. He wanted to sit near them but did not want to frustrate her. “It has always been you. As you know my job… my lifestyle isn’t exactly best fitted to become a father and I thought for the sake and safety of the both of you, it was the best decision to go our ways.” He placed both his palms on the coffee table. “That was another stupid decision and I regret it every single day. But there has never been anyone else, it’s only been you since the day I forced you to walk away.”

Y/n refused to make eye contact with him, only looking at her daughter and smiling at her.

Ran wasn’t sure she was even listening to him.

“Is that all?”

He shook his head, “no, I’ve been sending you money but you haven’t touched it and that made me frustrated so…” he swallowed the guilt. “I have someone secretly following you, he is tasked to protect you at all times, 24/7, and report to me about your daily activities… I’m sorry for invading your privacy and going behind your ba – “

“I know.”

“What?” his head snapped up, eyes wide as he stared into Y/n’s calm ones.

“I met him… K.”

His jaw dropped. “Mother fu –“ he stopped himself as his daughter turned her head to look at him right when he was about to swear. “I’m sorry, baby.” As if understanding him, she smiled brightly with a gummy smile. His heart nearly combusted.

“Don’t kill him,” Y/n looked at him with pleading eyes, “I caught him one day when I had pretended to have a stomachache. He was by my side instantly, confirming my suspicion. He didn’t reveal any information, but he answered my questions if I asked.” She looked away and reached for the toys her daughter was reaching for. “I had asked him not to tell you that I knew you assigned someone to watch over me. As much as I was hurt by you, it made me feel better knowing deep down, you cared even if it was a little bit.”

“Y/n…”

“So don’t kill him. He has become a friend to me.”

Ran wanted to kill him now knowing how close they’d become.

“Were you not curious how he was able to get such accurate details let alone photos of Fuyumi as if he was here in person?”

It all clicked in Ran’s head.

“I knew this guy was an expert at his job, just thought that this guy was just phenomenal at his job… only to discover he has become BFF with you.” His eyes drop to his daughter, “and my daughter too apparently.” He rests his elbow on his knees, covering his face. “God, I feel…” he sat up straight. “Y/n, I had all my shit planned out on what I want to tell you but I can’t remember sh – it. It. I can’t remember it now.” He stood up, walked around, and knelt before them, he grabbed Y/n by her shoulders. “Hit me all you want, be angry with me, and punish me for however long you want…” his hand shifts to cup her face. “Just don’t hate me and push me away.”

Y/n blinked dumbfoundedly, shocked at the Ran before her.

“I’ll do whatever you want, just… let me be part of your life again. And Yumi’s…” that was the name of his daughter’s photo album. “I may not have physically been there for you in the last months but K’s daily report made me feel as if I was. I will forever regret missing my daughter’s birth.”

Ran looked down when he felt something against his thigh. His daughter had pulled herself onto his lap. She looked up at him with curious eyes, almost admiring him. His gaze softened as he reached for her but froze, he looked up at Y/n, silently asking for permission.

“Yes, please…” Y/n had imagined if the day would come when Ran would hold their daughter.

Ran bit his lip, nervous, realizing he had never held a baby before, let alone been near one.

As if it was natural, he picked her up, holding her against his chest.

Y/n’s heart tightened watching them have a silent conversation. Ran’s smile softened as Fuyumi gently touched the Bonten insignia tattoo on his throat, her small fingers trying to grab at the design. A soft chuckle was elicited from Ran.

“You need to prove your worth to Yumi.”

Ran’s smile faded as he blinked at Y/n. “Yumi?” He repeated, “what… about you?”

Y/n broke eye contact, “you only need to work on your relationship with her.”

Ran visits his daughter almost every day and on the days that he could not, he would video-call her. He took pride in becoming one of her favorite humans. Her excitement when he walked through the door was all that Ran needed to make his day better.

“Hi Yumi!”

Hearing her father’s voice, the ten-month-old smiled brightly, flashing her solo tooth. She leaned against the coffee table, trying to reach for the TV controller that she loved more than her toys.

He picked up and spun her in the air, “did you have a good day?”

“Do you not see the bruise on the left side of her forehead?”

At Y/n’s words, Ran’s eyes widen seeing the new battle wound. “What did you fight today?”

“The TV stand and lost.”

“Losing is not in your blood, Yumi,” Ran scolded softly.

It was rare that Y/n would call him.

Especially when it was 3 AM.

“Y/n?”

“Ran, Yumi is running a fever and won’t go down. I – I need you to take us to the hospital.”

He was already pulling his pants on, “I’m on my way.”

Everything was a blur. He reached the hospital and barked for the nurses to look at his daughter. She was immediately taken away from Y/n’s arms and taken into a restricted area.

At that moment, Y/n turned to Ran, his arms wrapped tightly around her body. “It’ll be okay, she’ll be okay.”

Two days in the hospital passed by before they could finally head home. Yumi’s cheerful personality had fully returned.

During that time in the hospital, Ran stayed right beside them, only leaving to change and shower and would return. The first night, Yumi struggled and only slept well in the arms of her dad.

The image of Ran sleeping in the recliner with Yumi snoozing against his chest would forever be itched in Y/n’s mind.

“Home sweet home,” Ran sang, walking into the apartment. “Do you miss your toys?”

Y/n smiled, setting down their belongings. “Can you keep her busy while I put this stuff away?”

“Go for it,” Ran answered softly with a smile.

She returned fifteen minutes later and found that Ran had put Yumi down for her nap. She cuddles in the crook of Ran’s long arms.

Feeling her presence, he looked up and smiled and whispered, “she was playing when I noticed her head started to bob and she almost rolled over.”

Y/n smiled and whispered, “do you want to put her down?”

Slowly, Ran followed her to the nursery and set her down easily. When he turned around, Y/n was already gone from the room.

He found her in the living room, seated on the couch with her face covered in her hands. “Y/n?” When she looked up, her tear-streaked face had Ran kneeling in front of her in seconds. “What’s wrong? Why – why are crying?”

She surprised him when her arms wrapped around his neck, “I don’t know what to do without you.”

Ran sighed, relaxing in her embrace. He wrapped his arms around her waist. “It’s the same for me too, I don’t know what to do without you or Yumi.”

After a long pause, he couldn’t believe his ears when he heard her ask, “will you come back to us?”

He pulled away from her and gazed into her glossy eyes, he smiled, “I think the real question is, will you come back to me?” He has already stolen the heart of his daughter, he just needs to earn her heart this time around.

She choked back a sob and wiped her tears, smiling. “Yes, I’ll come back to you.” She cups his face before pressing her lips against his. “I hated you but I love you too much.”

“You can hate me just as long as you love me more,” he kissed her passionately, nipping her lip. “God, I love you too. I missed you so much… I never want to be apart from you or Yumi again…”

“I won’t let you go, there’s no turning back.”

“Done, I’m yours. Just as you are mine, forever.”

They stumbled into her bedroom, quickly shredding their clothes.

“Ran,” Y/n gasped, feeling him thrust into her. “God – I missed you…”

“I missed you too,” he murmured, slowly thrusting into her.

In silence, they both exchange soft gasps and moans, reminding one another why it’ll never work out with anyone else.

Their lips crashed against each other, making up for the lost time as their body continued to move in sync.

“Ran,” Y/n’s nails dug into his shoulder, “I’m so close… please… please let me cum…”

His lips pressed against her throat, teeth grazing against the skin. “Same – cum Y/n…”

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms tightened around his neck, “ah – ha… Ran!”

His hips tremble as he cums, filling her womb.

Ran buried his face in the valley of her breasts, “I – I’m sorry… I forgot a condom…” It was Y/n’s laughter that he lifted his head, blinking at her in confusion.

She runs a hand through his lilac-streaked hair, “if you impregnate me again, please just be with me this time around.”

He tugs her wrist and presses a kiss to her palm. “Promise.”

E/n: Sweet daddy Ran is something else.

>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revenger smut #tokyo revenger angst #haitan rani #haitani ran x y/n #haitani ran x reader #haitani ran smut #haitani ran angst #haitani ran fluff #ran smut #ran fluff

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

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Hii ik saw me many times but i love your blog so much about hobie and Miguel i have questions have any hc hobie being west African hc of that been there since watched movie i cannot get it out

I AM GOING TO SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM AT THIS BECAUSE YES YES I CAN

(also sorry if this is kinda Yoruba centric!! cause that's the area I know the best - for reference I myself am Bajan/Quechua (West Indies - Barbados / Indigenous Peruvian))

West African!Hobie Headcanons:

And because I'll never get a chance to talk about this again I'm gonna start off with the one I love most and the one people know most about (and that is demonized - literally - the most)

Hobie and Vodou (aka VooDoo):

Yeah, I said it. Hobie can work. He got juju. He rootworks. He conjures. Whatever iteration, whatever title - if Hobie followed any religion it would either be Buddhism, which some argue that some sects can double as a moral philosophy,

-If he'd respect any religion. It'd be a Traditional African one and I'm putting money on Vodou.

[And heads up, I am not an initiate of Vodou, but I do actively practice African Traditional Spirituality (HooDoo/Rootworking) and Ancestral Worship. So take from that what you will.]

First of all - how punk would that be??? A West African religion demonized by the western world for centuries from Africa to Haiti to Louisiana - that praised ancestral worship and community first???

YES PLEASE. Some people might not really understand all of this but:

First things first, yes, he speaks Yoruba and if you call it 'Speaking African' he's going to flay you alive.

Like????? Hobie sweet talking in Yoruba??? I'll throw my self on the floor right now!!

Hobie practicing ancestor worship - and thanking all the oppressed people who gave their lives and suffered daily so he can live his life?

He'd have an altar in his house, a small one he keeps out of sight, even to Gwen.

Leaves offerings and bits of his meal on the altar. Cause he was once food insecure, but now that things are a little better, he can do that

Like even if he practiced a form of HooDoo or another sect that derives from Traditional African Spirituality (that doesn't involve initiation)

He'd want to give back to his ancestors, learn how to use natural herbs and work them, learning how to make powders, doing floor washes, sweeping a certain way

And having all of these routines related to his African spirituality that are so subtle but he thinks about always

Prays to his ancestors to give him strength when he's struggling with being Spiderpunk

BUT IMAGINE IF HE WAS INTITATED THO ????

Hobie in all white during ceremony???????

HOBIE BEING A CHILD OF SHANGO??????????

NAH THEY AINT READY FOR IT

But even so -whatever Orisha got that boy head be putting in WORK.

And you know he keeps his beads on forever and always even under the suit!!!!

And the style!!! Hobie AfroPunk?!!!

I don't know if they have this elsewhere, but in NYC there's a music festival called AfroPunk - and it's full of black artists, and black people come out in these amazing outfits - and the goal is to incorporate as much African influence as possible

HOBIE WOULD EAT THIS UP.

The inside of his vest being lined with African textile!!

He takes it off in front of you and you see that little pop of that of classic orange-gold color

You just know he's wit it!!!

And the BEADS

(He should wear beads he's royalty compared to the raggedys at HQ)

[Cough] red and white shango beads [Cough]

Imagine Hobie giving his girlfriend a coral bead bracelet too AWWW

And telling them the significance??!!

He loves a woman in a headwrap. GELE ESPECIALLY but any type

And if you wear waistbeads UMMMMMMMM

As soon as he sees it peeking from under your shirt - IT'S GAME OVER

He's gonna wanna test if they working how they supposed to IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW.

AND The FOOD!

First of all - Hobie hates that British manners shit.

Was raised eating with his hands and loves it

He hates old white people who wanna stare cause he eats with his hands

He loves goat. Not me projecting he LOVES goat.

He really appreciates rice based dishes because they can fill you up - and you can't just buy them anywhere

Prefers Waakye to Jollof Rice but still loves Jollof

With FUCK UP some Fufu if he can get it

I say he eats standing up so he's just there at his kitchen counter eating Fufu and the most random shit in his fridge???

Like he'll be eating left over KFC with fufu - like what are you doing??? Thats - not a meal bro

He loves Okra (ew nasty ass) and he'll eat it all the time.

Especially fried okra but okra soup is cool too he's fine with that

His fried plantains go INSANE. They go SO HARD. They're to die for

He always picks the sweetest ones and it cooks them till they're all caramelized and shit YUMMMMM

(can you tell I like my plaintains sweet and soft cause I DO)

Extra Headcanons

He was not playing that when Gwen first came over - as soon as she stepped on the houseboat with shoes he was like "Girl-"

The first time Peter B. heard him speaking Yoruba he went "Wow, Hobie, Your Nigerian is great!"

Hobie, who already hates Peter B, looked at him like he was the dumbest mfer on earth like

'Right, and you speak American, right? Fucking bellend. I hate you. 'Nigerian'. It's Yoruba.'

(He's only saying that cause he hates Peter personally and wants him to have a bad day)

Meanwhile Gwen was nice enough to just ask "What language is that?" (The correct way to do it, do not assume language names like Peter)

First time he went over to Peter B.'s place (on Gwen's insistence), Mary-Jane accidentally swept over his feet before setting her purse on the floor

and in the moment he knew he had to leave.

He's a streetkid, but since he's in the neighborhood so much he has like 45 different women he calls auntie - and they make sure he has good food to eat because 'you are so skinny! you need to eat more.'

He does that auntie shit where you're walking with him and you see someone you know and now they're in a long ass conversation

Or when he says 'goodbye' then stands by the door having a conversation and you're standing there in your coat like....'fam are we out or not cause i can sit back down'.

He always goes to meet the elders of whatever house he's in to introduce himself, very respectful of black elders and enjoys helping old the older black folk in his neighborhood.

He enjoys giving them respect and hearing their stories, helping around the house. Plus he gets great food out of it

ANNDD That's all of them I think!! Sorry if any of these were off the mark - a lot of these are from personal things I know about West Africa and things learned through Spirituality. I hope I got everything okay!

Thanks for this by the way I LOVE Hobie and culture you know he'd be SO proud!!

[If you've read this far - maybe take some time out to learn a bit about African religions - they're beautiful practices (open to black people - we're worshipping black ancestors) - but you can still learn about them and understand how modern culture often demonizes these types of religions. If anything, I hope you learned a little from this! Hoodoo, Vodun (VooDoo), and Santeria (Latino witchcraft) are not scary, dark practices!] And because I spoke about spirituality, imma put this here cause DO not be playing yknowwhatimean

🧿

#I love talking about African Spirituality I hope I did it alright and justice #Most Vodou practitioners I know are Haitan so excuse any differences #no proofread as usu #hobie brown #hobie brown headcanons #spider punk #spiderpunk #across the spiderverse #atsv #across the spider verse

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misscromwellsmonocle · 2 months

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Portrait of Citizen Jean-Baptiste Belley, Ex-Representative of the Colonies (1797) by Anne-Louis Girodet de Roussy-Trioson

#Portrait of Citizen Jean-Baptiste Belley #Anne-Louis Girodet de Roussy-Trioson #1797 #French Revolution #Haitan Revolution #art #painting #Miss Cromwell #1700s #portrait

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neuronspider · 2 years

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you, who committed the grave sin of mentioning "mpreg" in public, and rindou, who made the grave mistake of reacting to it by shooting you a wary look of disgust. "k weird, how d'you even know that kinda stuff in the first place? 🧐"

"... shut up you weirdo"

#rindou: 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️💨#c'mon 'fess up rindou you've been found out :/#... so which one had the pleasure of traumatizing you young lad??#on a sidenote i think chifuyu will get caught off-guard too if you mention it in front of him #and someone from mizo mid five i just dk which of them #maybe all #haitani rindou #haitan rindou x reader #haitani rindou x y/n #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers crack

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blkwag · 1 year

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atlanta united’s season is in God’s hands

#idk what to expect this season #no josef 🥲#v excited to have miles back #and etienne jr fellow haitan with the club 🫡🇭🇹#and others i can’t remember rn #but the way they played last season….. 🧍🏾‍♀️ i rebuke

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antifa-terra · 2 years

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Jesus Chrsit nobody mentioned how racist Tim’s parents are

#starting off robin strong with the drakes going haitans are POOR and VIOLENT and STUPID #racism

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weepingwidar · 11 months

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Naudline Pierre (Haitan-American, 1989) - For the Wounded (2023)

#naudline pierre

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crybabylisa · 2 years

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rindou is really shy in the beginning of your relationship because he's scared of you finding out that the younger haitan is in fact an inexperienced virgin.

he's so flustred by your teasing, once you find out his little secret, that he can't even look you in your eyes until you force him to look at you by grabbing his face. it makes rindou's cock surprisingly hard when you take control and act dominant and it's almost impossible to not notice that buldge in his pants. so when you finally start to slowly touch him through his pants he lets out the prettiest groans, hiding his pink cheeks behind his big hands. he can't control himself and cums so fast when he receives his first blowjob from you that he's not even able to warn you before he cums down your throat, only whispering small apologies once he calmed down a little.

but when you're riding rindou for the first time with your hand wrapped around his neck and praise him for doing so well for you, he swears he's in heaven. he can't control his moans and begs you to give him more, to mark him up and to let him cum. he's a good boy and loves to be submissive for you.

@sweetbbyshion i blame you for making me think about sub rindou😔

reblogs are always appreciated <3

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highpri3stess · 3 days

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You know, I talk about Mikey's grippers a lot, but you know who else has pretty feet? Ran Haitan- *gets knocked out*

#goodnight everyone #monica.speaks ♡

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manjirot · 2 years

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“Maybe if I was born as a boy instead and mom was around then maybe, just maybe… I’d be forgiven…”

kakucho x fem!reader

bonten timeline, arrange marriage, soft sex, fingering, kidnapping, ran being a HUGE tease, implied child abuse, super daddy issues, unprotected sex, pregnancy, violence, murder, angst, pstd, gure has MAJOR and I mean MAJOR ISSUES.

chapter two

The marriage was quick and simple.. you were now living with Kakucho, though it was much better than living with Gure, he didn’t yell nor curse at you. He barely says anything unless you asks him something and he answers. Within the three months timespan you’ve noticed underneath Kaku’s stoic nature, he seems very shy and awkward at times.

Sometimes he’d get embarrassed if you’d catch him coming out the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around him or if you both are reaching to get a eating utensil at the same time and your hands touch each other, Kaku kinda freaks out.. it’s so cute to you how he reacts. It had you wondering was he really Bonten number 3.

“I can sleep on the couch,” he said on the first night.

You turned around to look at him, “wh- what? won’t that hurt your back? I don’t mind us sleeping together”

The scarred man face turned red, “no no, it’s fine! I’ll take the couch!” And since then Kaku been sleeping there..

Thoughts race through your mind as you thinks of ways to make Kakucho more comfortable as you prepare his lunch for the day, “morning,” Kakucho said in a low groggy voice.

You turn around to face him. He walked in with a black t-shirt and gray sweats “ah, good morning Kaku-San!”

“How’d you sleep?” You ask him.

“Alright..” he responded. He walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, scanning through to see what he could find. “Um, Kaku-San, do you have any favorite and less favorite foods I should know about?”

“Hm, I’m not really a picky eater.. anything you cook I’ll eat it.”

“What about colors?” You asked

“I like all colors.”

“What about your family? Your mom, dad? Do you have any siblings?”

“I don’t have a family.” Kakucho said.

“Huh??”

The cellphone in his sweats pocket starts ringing, “it’s Mikey,” and he left out the kitchen area a few minutes and came back. “I gotta go.. Mikey needs me to come in.”

“Oh.. okay.” You said.

Kakucho runs out the kitchen and upstairs to get ready and he rushes back down, “see ya later,”

“Have a nice day, Kaku-San.” You said with a smile.

Kakucho stop for a second, and continued walking out the apartment. Your voice was so sweet, the sweetest actually.

You cleaned the kitchen up after finishing up Kakucho’s lunch and did the laundry, and showered. You walked up to the kitchen area to see the plate you prepared for Kaku still laying on the counter, “I forgot to tell him to grab it.. well I guess I can take it to him and we can have lunch together.”

So that’s what you decide to do. You get yourself dolled up and head down to Bonten hq to give Kakucho his lunch but it wasn’t anything like you imagined… it was so many women around, like beautiful women.

They all looked at you in pure disgust and you even heard some of them talking about you out loud.

“that’s her… that’s kaku-san wife… seriously? he kept turning me down for that.. be quiet, Gure L/n is her father! SO!! what is she gonna do? call daddy?”

“Well, well, I wasn’t expecting seeing you here,” Ran said with a smug grin, “are you lost?”

“I- I’m looking for Kaku-san office but I can’t find it,” you said nervously.

Ran chuckled, “we’re literally standing in front of it, sweetheart,” he said. “But Kaku is in a meeting with our boss and there’s no telling when they’ll be done.”

Ran looks down at the plate in your hand and guess you made it for Kaku. “Say, you wanna have lunch with me? I’m free as of right now..”

“Uh I guess so, just until Kaku is out of his meeting!”

The older Haitani leads you into his office and as you enter he checks you out from head to toe and damnit you’re so damn fine to him. “Oh, what’s your name?”

“Haitani. Ran Haitani.” He replied..

“Uh huh, Haitani-San. Your office is really neat,” you said.

He chuckled, “no need to be so formal, I mean you’re married to my colleague so you can just call me Ran.”

“I like Haitani better, it has a better ring to it.” You said. The only thing Ran thought about was you screaming his name, that had a much better ring to it in his opinion.

Ran walked closer to you, “come on, say Ran..” he said with a grin on his face.

You giggled, “ok fine, Ran…”

The way you said his name so sweetly and how your lips formed made his dick twitch. Fuck you being married to his colleague, he knew he had to earn his way into your heart nice and slow. He leaned down and whispered into your ear, “that’s a good girl.”

Mikey and Kakucho sat in the meeting room together, quietly. “I called you here today because doesn’t today makes three months since you’ve been married to that woman?”

“Hm, I guess it has been three months..” Kakucho responded.

“Well Gure still haven’t handed over that territory.” Mikey said.

Kakucho eyes widen and suddenly Gure walked in, “Mikey!! Kaku-Chan!! Apologies for my tardiness, something came up.” Gure said as he sat down in the chair.

“Tsk.” Mikey clicked his tongue.

“So Kaku-Chan, my boy, how’s the married life been treating ya?” Gure asked cheerfully. “Is Y/n behaving herself?”

“It’s no different from how my life was before and she’s fine.” Kakucho answered. “We should get down to the real question at hand Gure-San.”

Gure looks at Kaku then at Mikey who’s now glaring at him, “alright alright,” he reaches down in his pocket and gets his lighter and cigar, lighting it up. “Ya know, I’m not really satisfied with this whole situation myself… I have a rep of keeping my word but I haven’t done shit yet..” Kaku and Mikey give Gure a confused look.

“Tsuhime… y/n’s mother was the love of my life. She knew what a shitty bastard I was and she still said yes a hundred times when I proposed to her,” Gure said with a fond smile. “Everything was perfect until she got pregnant…”

“I noticed her health changed drastically. Instead of gaining weight, it seemed like she was losing weight. I ignored the signs because I was so set on having a boy to take over what I build and conquered. I wanted my son to be the king of the world until Tsuhime told me the gender was a girl… I wasn’t too upset because we could always try again but just as I heard Y/n’s first cry, Tsuhime took her last breath and died…. It was as if she used up all her strength to bring Y/n into the world… she didn’t even get a chance to hold her.” Gure said in a saddened tone.

“Weeks after Tsuhime’s passing, I found her diary and found out she was having severe complications during her pregnancy and the doctors gave her an ultimatum. Save herself or the child and she chose to save the child… because she said she loved the child more than she loved herself. She wanted her child to see the world and just be free. Tsuhime even wrote that she hope one day I can understand her decision, but-” Gure balls his fists up and his voice begins to crack, “If y/n was born as a boy, Tsuhime would still be here and everything would-” Gure stopped himself and inhaled.

“Ahem, technically what I’m trying to say here is that I despise Y/n with every fiber of my being and if I had the chance I would’ve killed her a long time ago for taking everything away from me.” Gure said in a spine chilling tone.

Without hesitation, Kakucho jumped out of his seat pointing his glock directly at Gure’s forehead, “that’s your fucking daughter!”

“Now there’s the number three I’ve heard so much about! You really are quick on your feet, huh?” Gure seemed excited, like a rush by Kakucho’s reaction. “But Kaku-Chan, don’t forget who you’re pointing a gun at.”

Kakucho was full of rage at this point. Family is very important to him and it’s something one day he hope he can have of his own and the way Gure talked about you… his own flesh and blood daughter set him over the edge. He pulled the safety back on the gun, “say another word and I swear to God, I’ll have your brains all over this fucking room!”

“Kaku…” Mikey simply said, “stand down.”

Kakucho for a moment forgot Mikey was in the room. He gritted his teeth and put his gun away, “sorry, Mikey.” Slowly sitting back down in his seat.

Mikey sat up in his chair looking at Gure, “continue.”

Gure sighed, “kaku, you fucked her yet?” Looking towards Kakucho.

Kakucho remained silent. “I’ll take that as a no..” Gure said. That older man stood up out of his chair getting ready to exit the meeting, “give me a grandson and everything will be yours. Deal?”

Mikey was about to agree but Kakucho once again shot up outta his chair, “Hell no!! What about Y/n? We need to discuss this with her and get her say so!”

Gure stood silent for a moment and Kakucho could’ve sworn he felt heat emitting off of him. “who gives a damn about her having a say in this? Women like her should be nothing but breedable whores if not breedable, disposable.” Gure turns around and faces Kakucho, “now, that won’t be a problem for you??”

Mikey then stands up completely from his seat, “Of course not. Kakucho has never failed and he never will.” He said, feeling the need to speak up for his subordinate.

Gure chuckles softly and turns around to exit the room, “it’s a deal.”

The room is silent once Gure exits the room. Mikey begins to walk out the room as well but stops, “You were going to kill him weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Kakucho answered. “I was.”

Kakucho is a patient man and rarely loses his cool in situations like the one he was just in. Even if he had a Glock against someone’s head, he’s silent despite their pleading and begging him for mercy.

“Don’t let your emotions get in the way at the adjective at hand.” Mikey said. “Got it?”

“Yes.. I understand Mikey.” Kakucho said in a low tone. With that, Mikey left him in room alone. Kakucho was so aggravated with the whole situation, he only been married to you for three months and he barely knows anything about you and vice versa. Getting you pregnant?? Yeah, Kakucho had dirty thoughts from time to time because he’s a man but the conversation of sex never ever came up. He never thought it was appropriate honestly.

His stomach grumbled loudly. “Maybe I can think about all this while eating something.” he thought to himself. He got up and walked out the meeting room, entering the hallway.

So much was going through his mind as he was walking to his office.. he planned on shutting himself up for the rest of the day but he heard laughing. A really familiar laugh.. it was yours. And that sleazy son of a bitch colleague of his.

“Wow, Y/n! This is amazing, it completely melts in your mouth,” Ran says as he takes another bite of what was supposed to be Kakucho’s dessert.

“Really? It’s my first time making it and I still think it would’ve been better if you’ve heated it up in a microwave for a bit.” You say to him.

“Oh darling, just looking at you got me heating up,” he said teasingly. Your whole face was probably on fire at this point because as soon as he pulled a chair out for you to sit down in, he’s been nonstop flirting. You’d be lying if you said Ran Haitani was unattractive.. he is, no doubt very handsome. And his charisma made his ten times more handsome.

But despite his handsome face and whatnot, you were really into Kakucho and really wanted to get closer to him. “Um, Ran may I ask you something?”

“Go ahead, dollface.” Ran said.

“I may be overstepping my boundaries but I asked Kaku a question earlier and it was about his family and he simply told me he didn’t have a family.. is that really true?? Does he really not have a family?” You asked Ran desperately.

“I see.. Kaku playing hard to get huh? Well, I don’t necessarily know anything about Kakucho’s personal life nor background but I do know there was one person he referred to as his family.” Ran said.

Your eyes widen to his words, “Was? Wait, do you mean this person is no longer….”

Ran facial expression changed and he was about to answer until Kakucho burst in, “Haitani, what the hell are you doing?”

“Ah, hello there Kakucho!” Ran cheerfully greets, “I sorta kinda ate your lunch, my fault!”

Kakucho ignores Ran and grabs your wrist, not to rough to the point it’ll scare you but firmly and takes you into his office and closes the door behind. Once the doors were closed, he released your arm and went over to his fill rack.

He still haven’t said a word to you.. in a way, his face looked more intimidating than usual like he was agitated. “Kaku.” You tugged at his dress shirt, “I’m sorry about your lunch.”

“I can care less about the freaking lunch.” Kaku turns around to face you, “what did he say to you?”

“Say to me about what?”

“Anything! Did he say anything to you out the way!?” He yelled.

“Wh- no. I asked him about your family because I want to know what are you hiding from me!” You yelled back.

Kakucho gives you a even more agitated look, “I’m not hiding anything from you, Y/n!!”

“The only person you referred to as family… who were they actually to you?” You ask him.

He sighed, “I don’t wanna talk about this right now.”

“Why not??” You asked, “it seems like every time I try to talk to you, you do this.”

“Because you’re so goddamn annoying!!” Kakucho yelled, “why are you even here?” Kakucho instantly regretted his words and looks at you. He sees your eyes swell up with tears.

“I’m sorry then,” you say trying your best to hold back the tears. Kakucho face softens seeing the tears fall from your face, “y/n, I didn’t-” he tries to grab your hand but you run out of his office. He didn’t attempt to go after you… he honestly was disgusted with what he said and didn’t mean any of it.

“You guys are starting to sound like a real married couple,” Ran said clapping his hands, standing at the entrance of Kakucho’s office.

“Fuck you,” Kakucho said.

“I’d never let my wife leave outta my office crying. The only time I’d want her crying is when my dick is stretching her insides out.” Ran grinned, “and if I was you I’d chase behind her, apologize to her, get her home, run her a bath and-”

“What the fuck are you trying to say Haitani?” Kakucho asked him, at this point he has a vein poking in his forehead.

Ran chuckled, “oh nothing, just if you want to keep her around.. you better get your shit together or I’ll be happy to pick up the slack.”

TYSMMM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <33 MWUAHH!!! Sorryyy this is such a long chapter and I might’ve f up on some spelling!

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celestica-1988 · 1 year

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The s-62 and Santa Claus.

Izana Kurokawa.

This kid is bound to receive coal and that's what he found next to his bed. He's not happy. At all. He spots Santa Claus sleight hanging in midair and jumps in it. Without a second thought he steals the beg with all the presents and then flights Santa Claus when he wanted it back. The poor old man must leave in defeat. Izana enjoys all the presents by himself, except some that he gives to Kakucho. He secretly sends some to Emma, but he will deny it even on his death bed.

Ran and Rindou Haitani

Another two menaces. They wait for Santa awake and even Ran drinks coffee to avoid falling asleep. When the old man comes and refuses to give them any present they simply use their joint technique and convince him otherwise. The Haitani are left with presents and Santa with some broken bones.

Shion Madarame

Little Shion receives coal for Christmas, but he thinks is made of sugar so he tries to eat it. He ends up breaking his teeth and to spent Christmas day in ER. Every fucking year till his parents write to Santa to beg him to leave some candies for their son cause they are tired to spend Christmas in hospital. Since that day little Shion receives a bag of candies but never tell to his friends cause he's afraid the Haitan or Izana will steal it.

Mochizuki Kanji

Another one who actually receives coal. Every Christmas he cries and swear to be a better and honorable man. Nothing changes, his parents comfort him with a lot of cuddles.

Yasuhiro Muto

He's not good, but he tries so Santa leaves him a bag of candies. Sometimes he shares it with a sad Mochi or with Haruchiyo. He will put up a fight if Izana or the Haitani try to steal it.

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haitaniplug · 2 years

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CLASS PROJECT CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

summary - you really want to go abroad for the summer, but your grades fucking SUCK, so your parents won’t allow you to until you get them up. you were so ready to focus on the rest of the year until you get partnered up with Rindou Haitani. The boy that comes into school once every blue moon. And to make matters worse, it’s a project where participation counts. So now it’s your job to harass Rindou into getting his shit straight.

tags - enemies to friends to lovers , angst , crack , college au, eventual smut , fluff.

status - ongoing

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"I'm going to school," you spoke out as you walked past the kitchen, putting your school shoes on by the shoe rack near the front door.

"Wait—," your father called out from the kitchen, waving his hand as a gesture for you to come sit down next to him. You groaned before stubbornly making your way towards him.

Yes you were still mad at him. Who in their right might wouldn't be mad at him?

Once you entered the kitchen, you set your bag down on the table, and faced him. "Yes?"

Your father flinched from the serious tone you gave him. He missed it when you were his sweet little girl- one that ran all the way down the stairs the second you heard the front door open. The one that hugged him and wished him goodnight everyday.

You and him have barely said more than 5 words to each other since you found out the truth and it's been eating him inside. "How are you today?" He asked and you shrugged, "Fine? I don't know."

The kitchen was silent, the only noises were the sounds of the eggs in the frying pan as your mother cooked. You were also mad at her. The tension in the house had been so thick ever since the incident. The relationship with your so called mother had changed. Especially the fact they hid such a dirty secret from you, and also lied to you about their jobs.

You felt betrayed. You also felt like your entire life was a lie. The money your parents had been giving you as allowance was actually yakuza money. Not to mention, your biological mother was off somewhere living her life, whilst you were stuck here. You just felt mad at everything and everyone. Excluding Rindou.

He helped you through everything, texting you late at nights when you couldn't sleep. Holding you so tightly whenever you both met up and reassuring you that everything would be okay and he's never going to leave your side.

Just thinking about him has a small smile growing on your face at the kitchen table. Your father's eyes widened when he saw your smile, thinking it was for him. You noticed the look of happiness in his eyes and quickly shut it down, "I'm not smiling for you." Your eyes narrowed as you spoke.

"I'm going to be late for school. Bye." You stood up from the table and exited as fast as the conversation at the table ended. Your father sighed in defeat before turning to your mother, "I don't think she'll ever forgive us."

"I don't blame her. It was a pretty heavy thing to find out, especially this far into her life." Your mother spoke as she brought the frying pan to your father, dropping the eggs onto the plate. "18 years, finding out something as heavy as that."

Hearing this your father placed both hands on his temples, clearly stressed out. Your mother sat down next to him, rubbing his arms, "give her time— she can't hold a grudge forever."

Oh yes you can. You listened to the conversation from outside the kitchen door. You'll show them. You don't need them.

You slammed the front door shut, adjusting your school bag on your back as you walked down the street to school. Before turning the corner to where your school was, you contemplated whether you should go or not.

You really weren't in the mood after this morning. That awkward kitchen talk just pissed you off. You looked behind you, contemplating whether you should walk over to Rindou's house instead.

School or Rindou?

School or Rin-

Before you could even finish your sentence in your head your heels already turned the opposite way, heading straight for his house. Right now, he was probably the only one that could calm you down.

Another 5 minute walk, you arrived at his front door. Motorcycle parked out front meant that either he was home, or it was Ran home. You said fuck it and knocked on his front door, waiting for someone to open.

Ran opened the door after a few minutes, his eyes droopy as if he just woke up. His normally tidy hair sectioned into braids now unbraided. flowing past his shoulders as his baby hairs stuck up as if they had been affected by static electricity. "What are you doing here?" He asked, voice deep as if those were the first words he uttered his morning.

"Sorry if I woke you" you apologised quickly, "Is Rin home?" Ran nodded and stepped out of the way, allowing you entrance. You sent him a small smile before removing your shoes and heading straight up to Rin's room. "Rin? It's me, can I come in?" You asked as you knocked on the door.

Rindou muttered a yes and you opened the door shutting it behind you. Rindou was stood infront of his mirror combing his hair. You snickered as you watching him struggle. "Let me help you, come." You grabbed his hand and sat down on his bed. Rindou sat on the floor between your legs as you started to comb his hair. "What style today?"

"Don't care, do whatever you want." He shrugged and you nodded, gathering all his freshly combed hair into a small bun. "You look so cute." You cupped his cheeks and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. "Shut up," he muttered, but you could feel his ears heating up at the compliment.

"My father spoke to me today," you said as you slid off his bed to sit on the floor next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. Rindou hummed as encouragement for you to keep on talking. "My mother told me I'll get over my grudge. But it's not just a grudge y'know, like this is fuckin' serious. They probably think I'm overreacting about everything but they don't understand how I feel. Everything is so annoying honestly and I can't stand to be around anyone that isn't you." You looked up at him, "I'm so grateful for you Rin. Like really."

The smile you sent him made Rindou's face flush. "Come here." He patted his lap and you sat up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he pulled you up and into his lap, embracing you in a long hug. "I'm so grateful for you too." He whispered in your ear and you only hugged him tighter.

"Don't wanna go school today." you spoke out after a moments silence, pulling away from the hug. "Don't feel like it."

"Wanna skip?" He asked and you nodded, "yea."

"Alright, I'll take you wherever you wanna go. Name it." Rindou lifted you off his lap and onto the floor, standing up , he adjusted his clothes. "Do you have plans for today?" You asked him and he nodded, "I gotta meet up with Mikey and the others today, not sure what for though."

"Can I come?" You asked as you looked up, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah sure," he grabbed your hand, "I'll tell Ran,"

***

"Where's [Y/N]?" Akira grabbed onto Aya's sleeve as she walked. She turned back to face him, shrugging , "I don't know, she wasn't answering my texts."

"It's been like 4 days, since I last seen her in school. Is she okay?"

Aya shrugged again, "for the 10th time, I don't know. She wasn't texting me all week."

Akira watched as Aya pushed his arm off her and started to walk towards the cafeteria.

I really hope you're okay [Y/N]. Akira thought as he walked the other way towards his classroom.

so tempting to make this a sad ending 🫣

anyways sorry this chapter was so delayed, i lost the document where i planned out the story😞 so sorry if it seems a bit off all of a sudden, i’ve been writing off of memory right now until i find my document.

#tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #rindou x reader #haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindou x you #rindou haitani x reader #haitani rindou imagines #rindou haitani scenarios

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simpforchuchu · 2 years

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Enemies to Lovers | Kakucho x Old Toman Member Reader / part2

A/n:Excited for a new serie xjdkf Hope you like it..

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings:gang stuffs, violence, blood

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Kakucho had arrived at the said place. His wounds are just healing, it was time to meet his new gang. As far as he had heard, there was nothing new since all of the Tenjiku leaders were here.

When he entered the place, there were many guys around him. The monster had set up a really big gang.

He looked at the leaders and the boss sitting in the seats. He walked towards them and when South saw Kakucho he stood up smiling and shouted with joy.

"Welcome! This is your new home now"

Although Kakucho was irritated by what was said, he did not show it.

"I thought you'd be happy to have your old friends here too. But I guess that's not enough to make you happy. Or did you want your little girlfriend in the gang?"

Kakucho looked at him in horror as Kakucho's old friends looked at Kakucho and South in bewilderment.

"I don't understand what you're saying. I don't have a girlfriend-"

South grinned and placed his hands on Kakucho's shoulder.

"Then do you want to tell us why you left the house of one of the former members of Toman early in the morning?"

Ran was staring at Kakucho with interest. Kakucho, on the other hand, looked at the monster in horror. They had seen it, and now you were about to get into trouble.

"You... how do you know?"

South grinned and put his arm around Kakucho's shoulder, turning him towards the leaders.

"I've wanted Draken for a long time and I've wanted her in the gang too. I'm actually glad you're close with her. I was looking for someone to convince her to join our gang, and you're going to bring her to me."

Kakucho looked at South in horror, while South was staring at him with a terrifying smile.

"If all is clear-"

"She would never admit to such a thing. After Toman disbanded, I heard she didn't accept any gang-"

South laughed angrily and let go of Kakucho, took a step around the room and turned to the leaders.

"If we get her, Draken will be ours, too. Now listen carefully, get y/n over here. If she gets in trouble, drag her here. Don't make her think she can resist us. Now you can disperse."

Kakucho trembled with fear as South headed for the room in the room. Now what? If he didn't bring you he would kill him and you too. But you would never accept such a thing..

Kakucho spoke angrily as Ran got up from the sofa and approached Kakucho with a grin.

"It's nothing like you think. She just helped me and now she's going to get in trouble because of me."

Although Ran was taken aback by what was said, he nodded to show he understood and smiled at Kakucho.

"He wanted her before you did. It's not your fault. But you know what will happen if we don't get her here."

Kakucho shook his head and began to think…

...

You came out of Draken's shop. You started touring with his bike. You were talking about the old days, laughing and spending time with each other. When you got to your street, Draken helped you get off the bike and patted your head.

"See you kiddo, be careful. Don't forget to call me if you need anything"

You smiled big and hugged Draken

"Be careful too, Ken-chin!"

Draken laughed and waved at you and drove off.

He had left you at the beginning of the street. As you were walking towards the house, you were startled when several bikes stopped in front of you. Your eyes opened wide when you saw the people getting out of the bike.

"Haitanis and Shion? Are you kidding me?"

Ran walked towards you with a big smile. Rindou and Shion were right behind him. You didn't understand what was going on, what could this have to do with you?

"Hi y/n-chan!"

He smiled when ypu looked at him unresponsively.

"Come on, do you hate us that much?"

You rolled your eyes at him and looked around. No one was there.

"What do you want, Haitani? And three for one person? You guys are real cowards."

At what you said while grinning, Ran also grinned and moved a little closer to you. "We're not here to fight, y/n-chan."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Rindou approached from behind his brother and spoke with his usual expression

"We have an offer for you and you only have one choice. To accept...."

The three of them were still grinning at you as you laughed out loud

"I don't care about your fuckin' offer. Get the fuck out of here!"

"It's such a shame y/n-chan! Sweet girls like you shouldn't swear."

Just as you were about to smile and punch Ran, you looked at him in shock when someone grabbed your hand from behind. This is the person you bandaged his wounds from the other day. "Kakucho?"

...

Kakucho slowly let go of your hand and bowed respectfully in front of you. You looked at him in surprise.

"I'm sorry y/n-san but you have to listen to us"

If you didn't understand for a while you looked at him and smiled

"I'm only listening because you asked, Kakucho-kun"

Kakucho nodded and explained everything. He said South wanted you in the gang, how dangerous he was, could kill you. You just nodded and smiled.

"I understand..."

Ran smiled and extended his hand to you.

"So you're coming with us?" You smiled and shook your head

"You can say your boss to fuck off. I'm not joining a gang anymore. I'm retired."

While you were smiling, Kakucho looked at you in horror and put his hands on your shoulder.

"Y/n-san! Please don't do that! He said he was going to kill you."

You smiled and just as you were about to speak someone pushed Kakucho hard.

"If you touch her again, I will kill you and all of you. Do you hear me?"

You didn't expect to meet an angry Draken when you turned your back...

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