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Love Me Wrong [07 ; Reconcile]

content: corruption, manipulation, yandere themes, smut, angst, blood, violence/death, non-con elements, oral sex, mentioned fauxcest

featuring: mikey x reader, bonten, takemichi, kazutora

note: haha let's pretend it didn't take me almost 2 months to write this~ regardless, i hope you all like the ending. it's the ending i had in mind since the beginning! a huge thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, and commented on this story~ you guys mean the world to me <3

words: 8.2k

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A part of you had always known that your memory would come with a myriad of problems and emotions, but you never expected them to include the worst parts of yourself that had been buried in the darkest recesses of your mind. The putrid feelings that naturally arose in a child from a broken home. The kind that made you seek out others in similar situations just to make yourself feel better because misery really did like a little company. Those were the terrible feelings that propelled you to look for your half-brother, the product of your father’s affair, and the only person that seemed to have it worse than you.

It was only after you found him, that you started to feel better about yourself. You appreciated the refrigerator at home that was always full, your clean and comfortable bed, and even the constant influx of toys gifted to you by your absent parents–all of the things Tetta didn’t have. And when you realized that the one thing he did have was a mother’s love, you selfishly weaseled your way into his home and took some of that love for yourself while replacing it with your warped affection for him. A transaction you considered to be generous compared to the material things your parents gave you instead.

And much like the constant influx of toys your parents sent you to make up for their absence, you showered Tetta with affection in spite of his scheming and terrible actions against those in his way. You knowingly turned a blind eye to his misdeeds and continued trailing after him like the good little sister you fooled yourself into believing you were. Because if you didn’t, then you would’ve been forced to face your true ugly self. The one you’d worked so hard to hide and forget. The selfish, miserable girl who had everything Tetta wanted and thought that being a clingy and annoying sister would’ve been enough to make up for it.

But in the end, it wasn’t. Tetta’s power-hungry spiral led him to an early and terrible death, and you coped the only way you knew how– burying your guilt and acting the part of the naive little sister whose only fault was loving her lost cause of a brother. It took everything you had gone through with Mikey and Bonten to strip the veil from your eyes and see that your brother had been a despicable person who had gone so far as to kill in cold blood.

As the faces of Izana Kurokawa and Emma Sano swirled around in your mind, you felt Kaku’s warm breath stutter behind you as his body shifted.

“Mmm can’t sleep?” His morning voice came out gruff as he tightened his hold on your waist and drew you closer until you could feel the calm beating of his heart over his warm chest. It was the middle of the night but your thoughts were running haywire and you were finally coming to terms with your past actions–or inactions–particularly when it came to someone the man holding you had cared for deeply.

“Did you ever hate me… after what he did to Izana?”

The question left your lips before you realized you’d been thinking aloud. It took him a moment, but he sucked in a breath when it dawned on him who exactly you were referring to.

“I hated Kisaki… but never you. I could never hate you.” He admitted slowly, tasting the words as they slipped from his lips to the shell of your ear. “I know you had nothing to do with his crimes.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple before settling back into bed with a tired yawn, his thumb tracing circles over your hip. You knew it was meant to comfort you but his touch only made your skin prickle from guilt. You couldn’t help but feel that you didn't deserve it. His comfort. His love. His faulty faith in your innocence. All of those things weighed heavily on your conscience along with the knowledge that you could have done something to stop your brother and perhaps prevented the tragedy that occurred on that frigid February day. The one that ripped two of Mikey’s loved ones–a brother and sister–and probably led him down that path of self-destruction.

And for the first time since your memories returned, you felt something other than fear and resentment toward the man who’d held you accountable for your brother’s sins. Your heart clenched with pity for Manjiro Sano and just like every night since you’d woken up from your accident, you fell asleep thinking of him.

The following morning, you woke up to a crippling fear when you realized you would have to face Mikey and pretend you hadn’t recovered your memories and were planning your escape. It swirled in your belly and scarcely let you keep down the couple bite of breakfast you did manage to swallow. It was all you could think about despite Kaku’s best efforts to distract you with plans for your future together.

He spoke of different places the two of you could visit, at home and abroad, but your mind kept going back to the penthouse and your white jail cell. He even talked about the childhood friend that would be hiding you in the meantime, Takemichi Hanagaki, but the only piece of information that stuck with you was that he’d been close to Mikey before Bonten’s inception. But it wasn’t until the two of you were in the back of a cab heading back to the penthouse, that your strained string of composure snapped the moment Kaku hung up on Koko and disclosed that Mikey and the rest of Bonten would return in the evening.

“I-I can’t go back there!” The declaration came out rushed and desperate. With your head tilted downward, you wrung your hands together over your lap.

Kaku’s concerned gaze weighed heavily on you. “What do you mean you can’t go back? You don’t have another option, Y/N.” He reached for your hands but you jerked them away and looked up.

“W-What if I can’t escape?!” you demanded, not caring if you had an audience. “What if Mikey finds out or what if I just can’t leave–”

You barely managed to stop yourself from giving yourself away, from voicing that dark and twisted feeling you’d been struggling to snuff out since last night. The ‘him’ was on the tip of your tongue, but you swallowed it and turned away, shame bubbling in your chest. You were sick. There was no other explanation for why you were having those feelings of regret when it came to Mikey, and you feared returning to his side because you weren’t sure you would have the strength to leave him if you did.

A choked sob ripped from your throat at the thought of sentencing Kaku to death over your betrayal. Hot tears welled up in your eyes and you clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries.

Unable to see you cry, Kaku pulled you into his arms and held you close, tucking your head underneath his chin. He smelled of the hotel room’s soap and his signature musk. He smelled like safety and everything you should’ve wanted without a shred of doubt but didn’t, so you buried your face in his chest and cried even harder while he held you tighter.

“I’ll meet with Takemichi today so we can get you out of there tomorrow before first light, okay?”

You wished you had the means to leave on your own and not have to depend on a knight-in-shining-armor to come to your rescue. But you didn’t and you probably never would even with Kaku.

Unable to voice your response, you nodded against his chest and braced yourself for your reunion with Mikey, hoping you’d put an end to your traitorous feelings toward him once and for all.

For the first time since your imprisonment at Bonten’s penthouse, you were alone. Kakucho had left you there with a kiss on your forehead and the promise of freedom early the following morning. A promise that had lost its sweetness now that you had returned and were left to your own devices in facing Mikey. Once you retreated to your white room, an overwhelming sense of helplessness settled into your bones and made your escape seem impossible.

You tried working on a variety of tasks around your room to keep your mind off Mikey but everything you touched made you think of him and the things he’d done to you. The lies and manipulation he used to have you do his bidding. The encounters with the Bonten members he orchestrated that you now realized were meant to punish you but quickly snowballed into something messier. Something that had started off as a sick revenge ploy and contorted into an unhealthy obsessive relationship. Mikey wanted to make you his and you didn’t know if you could part from him in spite of everything done to you.

In the end, you gave up on keeping yourself busy and settled for a shower before heading to bed. It was a futile attempt to avoid him, much like a child covering its eyes and thinking they’re safe just because they’re blind to the dangers surrounding them, but it was all you could think to do in order to prevent yourself from going mad with worry. Perhaps if luck was on your side, you’d be able to avoid the reunion altogether and leave without ever facing him.

Unfortunately, it’d been some time since luck had genuinely been on your side, and you were stirred awake by the sound of the heavy door and Mikey’s strained voice.

“I know you’re awake,” he said as he approached you. “Why aren’t you greeting me like always?”

Your heart dropped at that, but you braced yourself before drawing the covers back and sitting up on the edge of the bed, slowly taking in the man you resented yet cared for. The person who was your enemy, captor, pretend brother, and lover. Seeing him dressed in black and covered in blood, you recalled the last thought you had before succumbing to your injury; a thought that likened him to the personification of death. And just like your first encounter, Mikey came to you–only this time you didn’t pass out. His hands, although clean, smelled like blood and gunpowder as they gingerly held your petrified face. As he searched your face. his pools of endless black widened before his brow furrowed and a glint of melancholy shone only to be replaced by a hardened look–one he’d only directed at his men but never you.

His lips twitched into a smile that didn’t meet his eyes and your throat constricted. You gripped the covers as you peered up at Mikey and to your horror, his thumbs wiped away tears you hadn’t realized you’d shed.

“Your memories are back, aren’t they?” It was a statement posed as a question that left no room for you to answer it. “You’re looking at me the same way you did when we first met.”

You opened your mouth to refute him, but you couldn’t form the words and just stared up at him in horror. His smile disappeared and he released your face, turning his back to you in what you could only describe as disappointment.

The plan had failed, and it was all your fault. You were unable to save Tetta and Hanma and now Kaku and Koko would be added to that list unless you threw Mikey off their scent. You wracked your brain for what to say or what to do in order to protect them and decided to ask the question you had wanted to ask him since you recovered your memories.

“Did you really want me dead?”

That caught his attention well enough. He paused halfway to the door before turning his head just enough to see his profile. The dark circles underneath his sunken eyes were more pronounced than you remembered, and you wondered if he'd gotten any sleep since the last time you slept together.

His mouth opened for a moment but he quickly shut it and looked down. Mikey had always been a force of power to you, but ever since you'd started recovering your memories, he seemed to have weakened. The Mikey that stood before you was a shell of what he had once been. Gone was the all-powerful and ruthless leader of Bonten who made grown men tremble with only a look.

He faced you head-on and you resisted the itching urge to comfort him, to make meaningless apologies and ignore the root of the problem. You’d done it countless times with Tetta and you’re subconscious forced the same habit with Mikey, but you were resolved to put an end to it all.

When Mikey seemed to realize you weren’t going to fall back on your old habits, a glimpse of panic crossed his face before he looked to his feet.

“I did… I was planning on killing you myself that day,” he looked up and gave you a rueful smile. “I didn’t think it was fair that Kisaki’s sister got to live while mine was dead.”

You repeated Sanzu’s words from that day. “An eye for an eye.”

He shifted his gaze and looked lost in thought. “Exactly.”

Silence filled the space between the two of you as you contemplated a world where your brother hadn’t delivered the blow that led to Emma Sano’s death. You eventually shook that fantasy from your head and stood up to face reality head-on.

“I’m not Tetta,” you declared, approaching a stunned Mikey, “and I’m not Emma. I’m just me.”

For the first time in your warped relationship, you had some semblance of control and didn’t hesitate in getting everything off your chest.

“I’ll admit that I did turn a blind eye to his schemes and crimes, and for that, I apologize. And while I don’t think I deserved to die for that, I do think my memory loss and everything else that happened was some sort of long overdue karma.”

He shook his head lightly, the remorse on his face as clear as day. “No matter what you did or didn’t do, what I did to you was wrong, and I want to apologize even if I don’t expect or deserve your forgiveness.”

You were speechless. An apology from Mikey was something you had never expected. He was the leader of Japan's largest crime syndicate and apologies, let alone remorse, had no place with someone like him. Yet there he was, sorry for using you as an outlet for revenge against your brother's crimes and with no expectation of forgiveness. You had already known reuniting with him would've weakened your resolve on leaving him but his lament was like a wrecking ball crashing into it and causing it to crumble with each forlorn look his midnight eyes cast in your direction.

You wondered if his remorse was enough to let you go. You licked your lips as you tried to find the right words to say, and his eyes darted to your mouth. Warmth spread across your cheeks under his intense stare. When you finally mustered enough willpower to breach the subject, Mikey beat you to the punch.

“And I'm also sorry because even though I don't deserve you, I can't let you go.” He went to you, retaking your face in his hands. You watched frozen in place as that familiar deranged expression peeked through his mask of sorrow, lips twitching, eyes glazed over, and pupils blown out. He backed you against a wall and, just like that, regained control.

“Just as I was unable to kill you.”

With his body pressed against yours–his warm breath fanning across your face–heat pooled in your core and goosebumps rose across the expanse of your skin. The power his touch, words, and gaze had over you was terrifying considering your memories had returned and you were well aware of his true motive behind your kidnapping and manipulation. It was as if nothing had changed between you–no, things had changed. You could love and be loved by him without that voice in the back of your head telling you it was wrong because he was your brother. It was now telling you something different altogether.

“Mikey, no, th-this relationship isn't healthy.” You pleaded, pressing against his chest and ignoring the growing arousal pressing against your stomach. “We can't go on like this… I-I need to leave.”

He chuckled at that and shook his head before pressing his forehead against yours, the smell of blood and sweat filling your nostrils. You watched as one of his hands pulled out a handgun from his back pocket and set it down on the nightstand next to you.

“Since we both know I'm incapable of killing you, the only way you'll be able to get rid of me is if you kill me because I refuse to die by anyone else's hand but yours.” He nuzzled against your neck, tickling the sensitive skin there as he inhaled your scent. “Otherwise, if you run away, I'll keep searching for you. I'll chase you until the ends of the earth if I have to.”

It was a threat that tasted like a promise, made only sweeter by the press of his lips against your jugular. You gasped at the sensation of his warm, wet tongue trailing up to your jaw, and that was all the invitation Mikey needed to seize the back of your head and draw you into a hungry kiss.

You wasted no time in reciprocating it and pulling him closer until you were also tainted with the blood he'd spilled. The possibility of this kiss, this encounter, being your last spurred your desperation and you matched his ardor, well-aware of where it would lead.

The two of you made your way to your bed amidst a series of messy kisses and fervent touches. His hands ran up your thighs, while you snaked them around his torso, the skirt of your nightgown bunching up around your hips in the process. When the air in your lungs ran out and he broke off your kiss, the intoxicating desire shining in his eyes coaxed a whimper from your lips. Your own lust fogged your mind and muffled the voice of reason begging you to untangle yourself from your captor and finally put an end to it all.

But how could you when Mikey's lips quirked into that satisfied grin he wore whenever you surrendered to him before reattaching to your skin and leaving a trail of marks down your throat, while his erection pressed against your aching core just enough to tease but not satiate your need no matter how much your hips writhed against him? That voice's pleas fell on deaf ears as you worked on removing the pesky bloodied clothing that separated you from what you wanted.

You took in his pale skin that shined underneath the moonlight and marveled at the sight of him. Your hands traveled up the expanse of his exposed skin, committing each groove and indent to memory while he rested his head against your forehead and watched. His breath hitched when your fingers brushed against his erect nipples. Emboldened by his reaction, you lowered your mouth to one of them and flicked at it with your tongue while your thumb mimicked the same movement on the other. He let out the needy moan when your lips wrapped around the now swollen nub and you rolled the other between two digits.

You reveled in the power you had over him and finished stripping him of his clothes by tugging on his briefs and releasing his erect cock, flushed at the tip and already leaking. You brushed the slit with your thumb, ready to pump his length, but he pulled away first, leaving you dumbfounded.

“No,” he hissed, seizing your wrists. “Your turn.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he pulled off your flimsy nightgown and captured your lips in another fervent kiss, making you dizzy with desire. He settled you on your back and helped pull off your underwear. Bare and lying on the bed at his mercy, you panted as his eyes greedily drank you in. You flushed and tried to cover yourself when you were all too aware of your current state only to have Mikey pin your arms down at your sides.

“Don’t. I want to see you.” He breathed and planted butterfly kisses down your shoulder to your clavicle. “And worship you.”

He returned your attentions tenfold by sucking and nipping at your nipples, taking his time with each until they throbbed and you were a writhing, teary mess underneath.

Clinging to his back, your nails dug into his shoulder blades. “Mikey, please. I want you–I need you.”

You felt him smile against your skin. “Patience, sweetheart,” he kissed down your sternum to your navel. “I’ll give you what we both want.”

Mikey held your thighs apart and put his warm mouth on your cunt, sliding his tongue through your wet folds and over your sensitive nub. You cried out from the delicious shock and buried your fingers in his hair, while he growled and closed his mouth around your clit, lapping and suckling at the throbbing bundle of nerves.

A series of whines left your lips from the pressure building in your core. “Yes, yes, yes, God, Mikey, yes…”

Your orgasm overtook you, your words trailing off, and you gasped, back arching and bright white dotting your vision.

For a moment the only sounds you could make out were your ragged intakes of breath and Mikey’s mouth devouring your cunt like a starved man. It didn’t take long for another peak to build before your first one subsided, but before you could come on his tongue once more, he moved above you, spreading your legs and burying his entire length inside of you.

It’d only been a couple of days since the two of you had last fucked, but it felt longer than that. Being stretched and filled with Mikey’s cock had been amazing the first time, but the pleasure you felt now was unlike any other. You chalked it up to the knowledge he wasn’t your brother at first, but quickly realized it was probably the possibility of never seeing him again after that night. Tears dotted your eyes and you had a harder time discerning the reasoning behind them.

Mikey readjusted your legs by placing them over his shoulders before he pulled out his cock and pushed it back in, black eyes watching in fascination as your cunt greedily swallowed him up.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned, meeting your gaze with his smoldering one. “Such a good girl for me.”

His strokes were short and shallow, rubbing against that spot that made your toes curl and your hips roll against him, but after a while, you needed more.

“Mmmm Mikey, please.” You moaned, bringing a hand to where your bodies met. “Harder… faster”

Never one to deny you in bed, he gripped your hips and fucked you the way you wanted to be fucked. He dragged his cock against your walls, pulling out almost entirely before ramming his entire length back in and hitting your cervix with each thrust. 

“God, I fucking love you.” He moaned before placing a kiss against the side of your leg. “I could stay like this forever and it still wouldn't be enough.”

“I-I love you too, Mikey.” You keened before pulling him down to seal your love with a kiss.

The delicious friction of your fucking and the added stimulation of your clit had your eyes rolling back as your orgasm washed over you. A wail ripped from your throat as your muscles stiffened and you gushed around his cock, coating your conjoined bodies with your release. Your cunt clenched around him until it was all too much and his hips stuttered as he came with a groan, filling you up with his seed.

With lidded eyes, you watched his entire body shudder as your cunt pulsed around his length, wringing out every last drop of his seed. The possibility of becoming pregnant with Mikey's child crossed your mind, and you found you didn't dislike the thought. You wanted to savor everything about him at that moment, his lithe body covered in a sheen of sweat, the tendrils of his white hair that stuck to his forehead, his pink parted lips drawing in ragged breaths from the exertions of your fucking, and the rise and fall of his chest and the erectness of his nipples, still flushed from your earlier attention.

The man you loved was so beautiful. You wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your days in bed with him, where you were both stripped away of your problems and past. The only place where you were just a man and a woman that loved each other. Not the enemies your turbulent past wanted you to be. And if you didn't have other people involved in your escape, you might've just stayed with Mikey.

But you couldn't betray Kaku, Koko, and their friends who were willing to risk their lives to hide you from Mikey. You couldn't selfishly ignore the problems around you and pretend everything was fine anymore. So with tears burning your eyes, you gave him a forced smile before pulling him into an embrace. He settled his head against your neck and sighed in contentment, causing you to hesitate just for a moment before continuing with your plan.

With one arm slung over his shoulders to hold him in place, the other carefully reached over to the nightstand and picked up Mikey's handgun. The cool metal weapon was heavy in your palm as you handled it–almost as heavy as the pit lodged in your throat–but you swallowed your guilt and held the gun out.

“Mikey,” you croaked as the beginnings of a sob broke through. “I'm sorry!”

Mikey's breath hitched, and as soon as he lifted his head, you bashed the side of his head with the gun repeatedly until the iron tang of blood assaulted your nostrils and his head slumped against your shoulder.

It was only when Mikey laid unconscious on top of you, and his warm blood trickled onto your face that you dropped the bloodied gun and sobbed apologies into his shoulder.

Cleaned up and dressed in the only pair of pants you owned, you curled up on your armchair and waited for the first signs of sunrise. Clutching your knees, you glanced over at the bed where Mikey lay unconscious. You'd cleaned his wound and wrapped his head to keep it clean, careful to not move him too much. Every second that passed increased the risk he'd wake up, so you spent your time alternating between watching the night sky and his unconscious form.

When the warm glow of the sun finally peeked through the horizon, you stood up and walked over to where Mikey was. The moments when you got to stare at his sleeping face were rare. He looked at peace and you observed him for a moment before picking up the cleaned gun and tucking it behind your pants. With your heart racing in your chest, you walked to the door without looking back.

The penthouse was eerily silent as you shut the door behind you and made your way to the front elevator. It wasn't until you rounded a corner that someone pulled you by the arm and slammed you against the wall.

You hissed in pain and watched Sanzu's scarred mouth twist into a sinister smile. He looked like a mess. His skin was sallow and sweaty, pupils dilated to the point that his baby blue irises were barely visible, and his eyes were rimmed red. Even without the twitching and angry red scratches on his neck, you could tell he was high and having a bad trip.

“Where do you think you're going?” He sighed, trapping you between his arms and pressing a knee between your legs. “You should be with Mikey,”

He pressed against you until you felt him harden underneath his slacks. “Unless you're tired of him and want someone else.”

“N-no! Stop it, Sanzu.” You tried escaping his grasp but he only ground against you. “M-Mikey won't like it if you do this!”

He laughed and pushed off you before gripping your neck and slamming you back into the wall. You cried out in pain while also managing to conceal the sound of the gun hitting the wall.

He glowered at you. “What Mikey doesn't know won't hurt him,” he snarled and took your lips into a bruising kiss. You pushed against him with one hand while the other snaked behind you.

“You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment, Y/N. Ever since that day Mikey let me have you.” He worked his way down to your neck while you balled your hands into fists, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

“You see this is how things were meant to be, Mikey having his fill of you and then letting me have a turn. After all, it's thanks to me that he found you in the first place.” His free hand shoved inside of your panties and you bit back a yelp.

“I found you.” His fingers parted your dry folds.

“I killed Hanma.” He painfully forced two digits inside your unwilling cunt.

“I led you to him!”

He curled his fingers inside and you shifted your hips under the guise of responding to his ministrations to pull out the gun. And as he smirked at you while fingering your dry cunt, you switched off the safety and shot him in the stomach just as the elevator dinged.

“AHHHH!!!” 

Staggering back, he screamed in pain as fresh blood permeated the front of his purple vest and spilled onto the floor. His hand covered his wound and soon enough the pale pink sleeve of his button-down turned crimson. You tried getting away but your legs gave out, and you collapsed on the floor, bile rising in your throat from the overwhelming smell and sight of his blood.

“You little bitch!” He lunged at you and managed to grasp one of your ankles. “I'm gonna fucking kill y-”

A deafening gunshot reverberated off the walls and silenced Sanzu for good, the bullet going right through the center of his head. Your blood ran cold, your ears rang, and your head pounded as Sanzu's lifeless body toppled over.

There was a piercing scream and it was only when Kaku's large hand covered your mouth that you realized it was yours.

“Shhh… it's okay. You're okay.” He pulled your quivering form into his lap and held you tightly until you managed to recollect yourself.

Footsteps coming from the front elevators caught your attention and you turned to see Koko rushing to you, his face pulled into a scowl. He briefly glanced at Sanzu’s corpse before shaking his head and helping you to your feet.

“We’ve gotta get out of here,” Koko seethed, pulling you toward the exit. “All of us. There’s no oth–”

He stopped mid-sentence when Takeomi emerged from the shadows, gun in one hand and gaze locked on his little brother’s dead body lying in a pool of his blood.

It only took a moment for him to put two and two together and avenge his brother’s death but it felt much longer than that for you. It was as if the scene was played out in slow-motion; you saw everything but could do nothing to prevent it. As Takeomi drew closer and aimed his gun, Koko wrapped his arm around your waist and dragged you away. Tears burned your eyes and a wail tore from your throat as you dug your heels into the ground and clawed at Koko’s arm. Kaku turned around and offered you a reassuring smile before closing his eyes. Takeomi fired his gun just as Koko lurched you around and shielded you from witnessing the death of your most cherished childhood friend.

As Koko dragged you around the corner, you managed to look back one last time to find Ran and Rindou holding back a weaponless Takeomi mourning his brother while Mochi appeared from the shadows, defeated, as he stared at the lifeless bodies of Bonten’s top two men. Led by Koko, you stepped into the elevator and descended to what would be a new chapter in your life. Even without Koko stating it, you knew that was the last you would see of them. And by the look your companion gave you once he passed you on to his friend, Inui Seishu, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever see him again too.

Seven long months had passed since your escape, and in the meantime, it seemed like the whole country had forgotten all about the ruthless Bonten gang that had disbanded in a couple of days and disappeared off the face of the earth immediately afterward. The media blamed their fall on a power struggle between Kaku, Sanzu, and Mikey that left the former two dead and the latter missing along with the Haitani brothers, Takeomi, Mochi, and Koko. But while everyone else seemed to have forgotten Bonten, your protectors, Takemichi Hanagaki and Seishu Inui, didn’t, and they made sure you were always guarded in case Mikey ever did make good on his promise of finding you–especially in your current condition.

You sat out on the balcony above D&D Motors admiring the sunset as the ex-Toman members ate, drank, and chatted away inside Draken and Inui's shared flat. The guys always got rowdy during their little reunion–especially when alcohol was involved–and while you normally had Hina's company to distract you, she was running late and you were feeling emotional at the sight of Toman without its leader. You feigned nausea when Draken sent you a worried look and Inui stopped you before letting you go with a nod.

Leaning back on one of the wicker chairs, you closed your eyes, took a couple of deep breaths, and focused on the sounds around you. It was an exercise your therapist had introduced you to months ago and one you found helped when you were feeling more emotional than usual.

The sliding door opened and Takemichi stepped out, taking a seat on the chair next to you with a sheepish look on his face.

“You okay? You were looking a little pale.” His cornflower-blue eyes were wide with worry as they trailed down your face to your swollen stomach.

“We're okay,” you assured him. “Just feeling a little emotional seeing everyone together except…”

You placed a hand over your womb to find comfort in your baby's gentle breathing and stirrings. Takemichi's gaze lingered on your hand before smiling knowingly.

“It's hard for me too. Knowing that he's out there all alone after everyone he's lost.” He leaned forward and placed a comforting hand over yours.

“Which is why I think we should find him.”

“Wait wha- Ah!”

At his declaration, your heart leapt to your throat and you jerked forward, surprising your baby and suffering the consequences.

Takemichi rushed to you with a look of panic on his face, hands lingering over your shoulders and stomach.

“Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”

You rubbed your belly and waited for your baby to settle before sitting back on the chair.

“I'm fine. We're fine,” you said with a smile.“She's just a kicker, this one.”

“Like her father,” he replied without missing a beat. A silence followed as memories of the man filled the void.

“So you know where he is,” you stated. “Who else knows?”

“Just you, me, and Tora, although I suspect Inupi has an inkling,” Takemichi admitted as he returned to his seat.

You chuckled. “Of course he does. Nothing gets past him.” He nodded with a grin, glancing inside to find Inui scowling at a drunk Chifuyu.

Your gaze followed his and trailed toward Draken who was deep in conversation with Pah and Peh. “Are you planning on telling Draken?”

“Not unless Mikey agrees to come back.” Takemichi tore his gaze from his friends to the orange sky. “I don't want him to suffer through another disappointment.”

You nodded, peering down at your swollen stomach. “I understand. That's also the reason why I haven't told him my little girl's name yet.”

“So does tha-”

“Yes, I'm going to Mikey, and I'll only return if he agrees to come back with me and Emma.”

Takemichi opened his mouth, but his protest died on his tongue and said nothing, nodding silently instead.

“He's up north in one of Bonten's old resorts near some-”

“Hot springs,” you finished, recalling the time you declared your love for him all while recovering bits and pieces of your memory.

“You've been there?” He was understandably surprised.

“Yes, once,” you admitted. “Although I can't say I know the exact location.”

“No worries. I have the address and everything. If I didn't have to work this weekend, I'd take you there myself tomorrow.” He rubbed the back of his head and sighed, leaning back in his seat.

It was sooner than you expected, but you couldn't waste any more time waiting for him to make the first move. You were done with just sitting around and waiting for others to make decisions for you. After months of healing and introspection, Mikey was still the one you wanted and you were determined to meet him and see if he still wanted you.

“I'll go by myself. It'd probably be best if I did anyway.”

He wore the worried expression he'd adopted as of late whenever you did anything that would put a strain on your body, and his gaze lowered to your belly; the source of his worry.

“Are you sure it won't be too hard on you?”

Resting a hand over your protruding stomach, you gently shook your head. “I've got two months left before I pop.” You shot Takemichi a small smile. “I'll be fine.”

The following morning, you left with Kazutora so Inui wouldn't ask too many questions, but from the lingering look he gave, you wondered if he suspected the purpose behind your outing and the possibility of never seeing you again. There was a tug on your heart as you exited the shop and gave Draken a wave that he replied to with a nod. You would miss the warmth and solace that Inui, Takemichi, Draken, and to a lesser extent the rest of the Toman gang, offered, but it would pale in comparison to the hollow in your chest you had been living with ever since you left Mikey.

“You okay from here?” Kazutora asked after walking a couple of blocks.

In the months you'd come to know him, Kazutora was the one Toman member you never connected with. He'd always been distant and reserved with you, and after a while, you stopped trying to break down walls you knew he'd only build right back up again. Takemichi chalked it up to pent-up guilt he still felt toward Mikey, and in some ways, you understood. Guilt was a major reason you never spoke candidly with Draken about Emma Sano or Tetta.

“Yeah, thanks.” You turned to face him while he looked away.

“I- tell him… never mind,” he sighed before running a hand through his long hair. You decided to be bolder and placed a comforting hand over his arm.

“Hey, I get it. Don't worry.”

For the first time since you met him, it felt like Kazutora was truly seeing you and not Kisaki's sister or Mikey's girl. And when he walked away with his head tilted up and a lightness to his step, you vowed to bring back Mikey to give Kazutora the closure he still needed. The same closure you planned on giving yourself when you made a detour to buy a wisteria bonsai tree and headed to visit your brother for the last time.

It was only when you saw the untended state of your family's grave that you spared a thought for your absent parents. Were they still so busy that they couldn't spare some time to pay their respects and tidy up the grave?

A sharp kick from your baby stirred you from your thoughts and reminded you of the task at hand. With the plastic wrapping of the small potted tree, you cleared off the dead leaves and dirt that covered the gravestone and placed the pot on the ledge in front of the wooden marker with your brother's name.

“Sorry it took so long,” you said, tracing the characters of his name branded onto the marker. “But here it is.”

Unlike your previous visit, tears didn't well up in your eyes and your throat didn't close up. Instead, all you felt was the relief of being released from a burden that'd been with you for so long you'd forgotten what it was to live without it.

“I hope it can comfort you in ways I couldn't,” you took a deep breath before continuing. “I-I'm done living with regret. I'm going to live my life the way I want… fearlessly and next to the people I want… and I'm sorry… for all the ways I wronged you.”

You took a step back, inclined your head, and clasped your hands together. With your eyes closed, you wordlessly offered a prayer for your brother–the last thing you would do for him–before crumpling up the wrapping into a ball and leaving, not sure if you would ever visit again.

You stood in front of the derelict resort as the taxi you had taken from the train station drove away, mulling over how different the situation was compared to almost a year ago. Overgrown foliage covered the walls and sidewalks and no lights were on despite the late hour. Instead of sleeping most of the way, you'd remained awake and took in the sights during the train ride out of the city. And whereas the reason behind your previous visit had remained unknown, this time you knew exactly why you were here and what you hoped to accomplish.

Inside, the resort wasn't in any better shape. It appeared to have been abandoned since the fall of Bonten and had been visited by looters. Most of the furnishings had been taken away or broken to pieces. Paper doors were torn. Glass shards littered dirty hardwood floors. The smell of mildew permeated the air. Bugs and small animals scurried out of your way as you made your way through the abandoned building searching for a sign of human life in a place that had once been filled with it. A sign that came in the form of a warm glowing light spilling from one of the suites. With bated breath and your heart in your throat, you nervously walked toward the room and peered inside.

Across the room, Mikey sat on the floor looking out at the neglected garden, leaning against the Shoji door frame with a shot glass of amber liquid. There was a small lantern next to him as well as a large bottle of liquor and countless others, empty and scattered across the floor. He looked different than you remembered him. His hair was longer and dyed black. His skin was sallow and his eyes wearier than before. His clothes were wrinkled, stained, and smelled of the same pungent liquor he drank. It was as if he’d stopped taking care of himself around the same time Bonten fell. He was a ghost of a person. A living person playing at being dead. A man that had lost everything including his will to live.

If he noticed your presence, he gave no indication. He turned away from the garden to look straight ahead and downed his shot. A cool gust of wind sent shivers down your spine and you adjusted your oversized cardigan before entering the room, trepidation in each and every one of your steps. You stood in front of him and only addressed him when he refused to even look at you.

“I got tired… of waiting for you to fulfill your promise.” His sunken eyes remained stubbornly fixed on the wood of the doorframe opposite to him, so you continued with just as much stubbornness. “Although I can’t say it was much of a chase… or that this place deserves the title of the ‘ends of the world’.”

At that, Mikey turned to face you, black eyes as dull and lifeless as coal and thin mouth twisted into a wry smile. “Are you finally here to kill me? To avenge Hanma, the woman from the store, and Kakucho? For what I put you through? The lies I fed you in order to manipulate you into doing my bidding? For fucking you while making you believe I was your brother?”

Each poison-laced word that spilled from his mouth was like a gash against your heart, reopening wounds you’d worked so hard to heal. Tears glazed your eyes and your throat closed up, leaving you unable to utter a word. You couldn’t remember a time when you’d seen so much anger and anguish swirling around in his orbs, weighing down on his brow, and tightening his jaw. It relieved and frightened you all at once. It gave you consolation knowing he was still capable of emotion even if it could lead to him breaking his other promise of being ‘incapable of killing you.’

But just like the other times you had been in need of grounding, your baby reminded you of her presence with a firm kick against your stomach. That was all it took for you to brace yourself against Mikey’s storm of emotions and find the words you needed to say.

“And leave my child without a father? I don’t think so.”

Anger and anguish molded into shock as his eyes lowered to your stomach. You shrugged off your cardigan and held your pronounced belly, leaving no room for doubt.

The empty shot glass slipped from Mikey’s hand and shattered on the patio, discarded and forgotten after your announcement. After recovering enough to move, he shakily rose to his knees and crawled the short distance to you, his wide eyes glued to your belly.

He sat back on his haunches when he reached you. “H-How long?”

“Seven months,” you replied, rubbing your belly. “She’s a perfectly healthy and active baby.”

His glazed eyes met yours and all you saw was warmth and amazement etched into his face. An expression you’d never seen on him but one you preferred to all the others.

“She…? Y-you mean?”

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. “We’re having a little girl.”

He exhaled sharply before breaking into a tentative smile. His hands trembled as they rose to touch your belly but only hovered over it in hesitation. You helped him along by taking his hands and pressing them against the front where your baby moved the most. Your daughter was as responsive as always and kicked not once, but twice for her dad.

Mikey looked up at you in wonder, causing a surge of affection to bubble in your chest. You were unable to resist the urge to caress his cheek and brought his head against your firm stomach so he could hear his daughter. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close while you ran your fingers through his hair. It might've been imperfect, but this was your little family and tears streamed down your face as you watched Mikey’s face light up with each movement your daughter made.

“I-I was thinking of Emma for a name,” you breathed as one hand cradled your belly and the other his cheek. “After her late aunt.”

At first you thought it was a trick of the light, but as you felt wetness against your belly, you realized Mikey was crying. You wondered how long it had been since he’d shed tears. Had he shed any for his fallen comrades months ago? Or had the last time been his sister’s death all those years ago? If he was embarrassed by the act, he didn't show it and merely tightened his hold on you while his tears soaked your clothing.

“Thank you for coming back to me.” He said after his tears ceased and placed a gentle kiss over the swell of your belly before rising to his feet and cradling your face in his hands. “And for giving me a reason to live.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, relishing in the familiar feeling of his cool, calloused hands.

“Thank you for waiting.”

And just like that evening when you confessed your love for him and Mikey made love to you, he pressed a slow and gentle kiss to your lips. That same kiss that had seemed like a promise. A promise you now realized was a promise of love. A love that had patiently healed and was ready to begin anew.

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Love Me Wrong [01 ; Memoirs]

content: angst, mourning, and kidnapping

featuring: hanma, sanzu, mikey, and mentions of kisaki

note: here's part one that's more like an intro, setting the mood for the story. nothing explicit just yet hehe. feel free to reblog, drop an ask, or leave a comment! also a big thanks to @suyaluvs for beta reading this <3

words: 2.2k

other: masterlist ; @tometpd ; @hanayanetwork ; @tokyoredlightdistrict

Despite your silent prayers, the weather forecast proved itself correct, and flurries, as far as the eye could see, descended from the sky as you trudged through the cemetery. In one hand you held a black convenience store bag full of your brother’s favorite snacks and in the other, you cradled a wisteria bonsai that you’d bought as a gift for him. After more than a decade, you could still picture him in the warm summer sunlight, leaning against a wisteria tree with a notebook full of notes and fighting off the urge to sleep.

Then again, Kisaki Tetta had always been a fighter.

He’d fought with your father, demanding child support on behalf of his mother. He’d fought with your mother whenever she spewed insults at him. He’d fought with his mother whenever she received you with open arms after running away from the toxic environment that was your home. And he’d especially fought you, his half-sister, whenever life was too cruel to him and he needed an easy outlet for his festered anger.

Kisaki had always been a fighter and that was what ultimately led to his horrific death.

“Make it quick, Princess. You’re in enough danger just being here.” A tired rumble interrupted your reverie and you turned around to glare at the man that had been your shadow ever since your brother’s death.

“It’s been twelve years, Hanma,” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes. “No one is following me around.”

The tall, lanky man took a drag from his cigarette–a filthy habit as you’d told him multiple times–before blowing out the smoke.

“Still, ther–”

“There’s always a chance,” you interrupted with a sigh. “I know, I know. I’ll be quick, I promise.” As a peace offering, you shot him a smile that he returned, albeit partially and with a roll of his eyes.

Careful not to slip on the thin layer of snow, you hurried down the aisle of gravestones demarcated by family name until you found yours. There, behind the center pillar, you saw your brother’s name on a grave marker and ran your fingers over the characters burned onto the smooth wooden surface.

“Twelve years and I still can’t believe you’re gone,” you whispered as your throat constricted.

Remembering your time limit, you circled back to the front of the tombstone and found Hanma kicking away dead leaves near the entrance steps. You followed his lead and cleared away any stray leaves, sticks, and dead flowers from previous visits. Ignoring the frigid cold nipping at your fingers and face, you kneeled on the concrete slab and pulled out the snacks.

“I tried to remember all of your favorites but I’m not sure if I got them all,” you said to your brother’s grave. “Whenever I followed you around in the convenience store, you would always chase me out, so I never really got to see everything you bought.”

You laughed a watery laugh as the tears flooded in and trickled down your face.

“Hanma helped, though,” you admitted and motioned back to the steps where Hanma stood. He had a tendency to do that whenever the two of you came to visit, staying on the steps and never quite allowing himself to kneel next to you. It wasn’t until he recounted the events of that tragic night that you realized it was pure unadulterated guilt that kept him from entering your family’s grave and mourning alongside you.

“I hope you get to them before the squirrels do,” you joked, setting the snacks in a row on the stone ledge in front of the pillar. “Although, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You’ve always been incredibly smart… too smart if you ask me.”

A fresh set of tears blurred your vision and sobs bubbled in your chest as you remembered your brother during his last days. His hair had been bleach-dyed blonde, skin unnaturally tanned, and he went through gang uniforms as if they were chopsticks from the convenience store–but far more dangerous. He had been his cruelest during that time, but you never gave up on him and continued following him around like an abandoned puppy, hoping one day he’d reach his goal and go back to being your brother.

But that day never came, and he died in a terrible accident that left you with a guilt that was different from Hanma’s.

“I-I’m sorry!” Sobs tore from your throat as tears dripped onto your balled fists on top of your lap. “I wish things could have been different… I wish we could’ve been closer… been by your side… made you happy so you never would’ve gotten into that mess!”

Sorrowful sobs turned into woeful wails as you mourned the death of your brother the same way you’d done at the hospital twelve years ago, but instead of your father drawing you into his arms, you found yourself in Hanma’s. You buried your face into his chest and cried until you couldn’t anymore, all while the older man gently patted your back. Only when your cries turned into sniffles, did Hanma loosen his hold on you, letting his arms fall but remaining by your side as you faced the tombstone.

“I, uh… g-got you this.” Sniffling and trying your hardest to control your stuttered breathing, you picked up the little tree by its clay pot and set it down in front of you. “I… was p-planning on… leaving it here just for one night, but the damn snow ruined everything.”

Hanma snorted beside you, but you ignored him and continued. “But I promise I’ll take good care of it and bring it back in the spring.”

“And I’ll keep an eye on her,” Hanma interjected with a cough. “Make sure she keeps her word.”

With promises from the two of you to your brother, you offered up a quick prayer before gathering the trash and leaving with the bonsai tree held securely in your arms.

As the two of you walked the long trek through the pretty cemetery back to the bus stop, you listed off restaurants and their popular dishes while Hanma mulled over the options to decide which place to go for lunch. You figured since he’d relented in escorting you to Tetta’s grave on the death of his anniversary, the least you could do was buy him lunch.

“Hmmm… you like spicy food right?!” You asked, trailing behind Hanma and kicking up the flurries in front of you. “How about we go for som– Uff!”

Distracted, you failed to notice your escort had stopped dead in his tracks and you ran into his back, barely managing to stop yourself from falling back.

“Ugh, what the hell, Han–”

His arm shot out in front of you while his entire body took a defensive stance. After years of trailing after your brother and knowing Hanma, you instantly felt the shift in the air and knew something wasn’t right.

Jarring laughter cut through the sound of rattling barren branches and an involuntary shiver ran down your spine. Hanma himself stiffened and the name of Japan’s most feared crime syndicate came to mind.

“Ahhhh~ long-time no see, Hanma!”

“Sanzu,” Hanma greeted Bonten’s number 2 man through gritted teeth. “What do you want?”

You heard steps and a gleeful hum while Hanma pushed you further behind him.

“Oh, just your corpse bleeding out and cov–” The sing-songy voice stopped and the hair’s on your neck stood up. “Well well well, if it isn’t little Miss Kisaki.”

At the sound of your name, you dared to look up at Sanzu and your blood ran cold. Just a couple feet away was the pink-haired man in a pinstripe three-piece suit with the most perturbing smile on his scarred mouth. But that wasn’t what made you freeze on the spot, it was his eyes–specifically his pupils–that were so blown out you could barely see the pale blue that lined them.

“I’m sure my King would just love to see you.” He twitched as he leered at you before turning to Hanma. “An eye for an eye, eh Hanma?”

In an instant, Hanma lunged after Sanzu and yelled out one word with a desperation you hadn’t heard from him in years.

“RUN!”

With a jolt, you took off in the opposite direction you’d been going as the sound of grunts, laughter, and harsh skin-on-skin contact faded into the background. Struggling to draw in the frigid February air, you panted as you careened down stone steps to the site where your family’s grave was. Just when you made contact with the stone pathway, a single gunshot echoed through the air, causing birds to take to the sky and your heart to fall into the pit of your stomach.

Because Hanma had been unarmed.

Your head throbbed, ears rang, heart thundered, and legs wobbled as a choked cry ripped from your tightening throat. Clutching onto the clay pot for dear life, you fought with yourself over whether to turn back or keep going until you decided on the latter, knowing Hanma would never forgive you if you didn’t. With legs numb from shock, you staggered onward, knowing the only way you’d survive would be by getting yourself out of the cemetery.

Nearing the stone grave where your brother’s ashes were buried, you saw a thin person wearing a black hoodie, cropped black pants, and sandals in the distance, and your first instinct was to seek help from them. Through sheer willpower, you took in a ragged breath and bumbled over to the stranger, crying for help.

It wasn’t until they lowered their hood that you recognized the tattoo on the man’s nape and found yourself face-to-face with the Manjiro Sano, Bonten’s leader and the person your brother had been obsessed with before his death.

He was a shadow of what he once had been; a beam of blinding light wherever he went. He was noticeably thin–even behind his oversized clothing– and had the most prominent dark circles you had ever seen. Like Sanzu, however, his eyes were the most frightening part about the man that had once been dubbed ‘Invincible Mikey’. They were two pits of the dullest black that made your skin crawl the longer they bore into you. If the eyes were the windows of the soul then, Mikey’s soul was an abyss of nothingness. Just a black hole that threatened to swallow you up without a trace.

Petrified, you stood there as Mikey took you in, and then the most peculiar thing happened. He blinked once and suddenly there was a sharpness to his gaze. A glimmer of recognition that cut through you, making you lose feeling in all four of your limbs.

Crash!

The sound of the clay pot shattering beneath you shook you from your daze and you staggered backward, unable to fully turn away from the deranged force that was Bonten’s leader.

And just like that, you took a wrong step that started a domino effect leading to your fall–both literally and figuratively. Your ankle twisted, a hiss of pain escaped your trembling lips, and you found yourself tumbling backward until you felt a shock of pain on the back of your head and fell against the steps of a grave–your own family’s grave.

Seering pain coursed down your spine and your vision blurred as a hot sticky substance trickled down your neck. With the last bit of adrenaline that coursed through your veins, you touched your neck and brought your hand to your face, seeing what you’d already suspected. Splotches of black blotched the red blood on your fingers, but the last thing you saw was Mikey’s pale face surrounded by a black hood. He made quite the sight as you lied there on your family’s grave, bleeding out, and your final thought before you succumbed to your injury reflected that.

Ah, he must be my Reaper.

Sanzu watched with a satisfied smile as Hanma’s corpse lied on a patch of snowy grass, bleeding out from the bullet-hole in his head, and Sanzu’s gun, wiped clean of its owner’s fingerprints, near the dead man’s hand tattooed with the word punishment. He quirked his head to the side and admired his handiwork before heading in the direction that Kisaki’s sister had run off in.

Just when he’d been debating whether to fuck then kill her or kill and then fuck her corpse, he spotted his King trudging over with said girl in his arms, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Like clockwork, Sanzu traded his smile for a frown before rushing to alleviate Mikey of his burden.

“We’re taking her back,” Mikey’s monotonous voice informed him as Sanzu took the unconscious woman. “Find a body that can pass as her and burn it. That should keep them distracted for a while.”

“T-taking her back? Why?” Even in Sanzu’s drug-fueled haze, he was well-aware that taking Kisaki’s sister had never been the plan.

In a fraction of a second, Mikey had the cool barrel of his shotgun pressed against Sanzu’s cheek while he glowered at his subordinate with barely-subdued rage.

“You don’t get to question me,” Mikey said in a hollow voice that sent shivers down Sanzu’s spine and caused his cock to twitch to life.

“Of course, my King.” Sanzu sighed before turning his head and pressing a kiss to the end of Mikey’s gun. “Your wish is my command.”

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champagne problems

pairing: Kisaki x f!reader

content: angst, kisaki being not-so faithful, hurt/comfort

note: i'm going through a swiftie phase plus i've been meaning to write something with kisaki. the christmas setting was completely accidental btw guess i just got inspired by the holidays heheh

words: 1.7k+

tagging: @tometpd @planetonet @hanayanetwork

You’d been working on your look of surprise for when Kisaki surprised you with tickets to Maui, but there was nothing artificial about your reaction when he propped down on one knee in the foyer of his parent’s home on Christmas to give you your “gift”.

“Y/N, these five years have made me realize you are the only person I could ever marry.” He declared, opening the little velvet box that held a gorgeous ring. “So, will you marry me?”

He was full of confidence in his proposal. It was the same confidence that had once made you fall for him during your school years. Confidence that now made you want to slap it off his face for having the gall to propose to you while planning a lover’s trip to Maui with someone else.

You discovered his secret on accident during a date. He’d gone to the bathroom in a hurry and carelessly left his phone on the table. While you’d never been the type to search through your partner’s phones, your curiosity got the best of you when his phone lit up and you saw the confirmation email for a reservation at a Mauian resort. Later that night you confirmed it was a resort for lovers and stayed up late reading reviews and shopping for a new swimsuit. While you could always return the swimsuit and get your money back, you would never get back the five years you spent with Kisaki no matter how big of a scene you made in front of his loved ones.

However, you wouldn’t accept his proposal either, so you closed the box and wordlessly begged him to stand. A message that didn’t register with him.

“Can we talk about this later?” You whispered, ignoring the disappointed looks and murmurs of his family.

His face was flushed as he rose to his feet, whether it was from anger or embarrassment you didn’t know. “Why not now? Why don’t you want to marry me?!” His voice went up a notch and his family stopped their track to the dining room to listen.

Desperate to keep your falling out under wraps–at least for the remainder of the evening–you pulled him aside and inadvertently let some of your anger slip out.

“I know about Maui, so unless you want your entire family to know, I suggest you drop this until we leave.” Despite your threat, your voice came out wobbly and tears dotted your eyes as you searched Kisaki’s face for his surrender.

Steel-blue eyes widened and his face blanched, but he didn’t deny it. Then again, how could he when the evidence was stacked up against him? Defeated, he ran his free hand through his already mussed hair before tucking the box in his pocket and making his way back into the dining room. He was followed by the remainder of his family, still murmuring only this time loud enough for you to hear.

“Such a shame”

“Five years wasted on her”

“Poor Tetta”

As stifling as the aftermath was, you refused to be seen as the girl that was stupid enough to get cheated on, especially in front of his family. You knew from experience that family never turned against one of their own no matter how wrong the person was. After all, blood was thicker than water and soon his cheating would be water under the bridge for his family. An afterthought that would eventually be forgotten, just like you.

And during that terse Christmas dinner, all you wanted was to forget about your pain. Unfortunately, that came with time and all you had was champagne as a temporary fix. So while Kisaki’s family tried their damndest to lighten up the mood with small-talk, you silently monopolized the champagne bottle in front of you, repeatedly filling up your glass halfway to not draw too much attention in your quest to numb the pain.

A plan that failed the moment you spilled the Dom Perignon on the table to a chorus of gasps, tongue clicks, and scrapping chair legs. Kisaki’s mother bemoaned the damage to her expensive table cloth while the rest of the family scrambled to clean up the mess. The chaos reminded you of a scene from a comedy and in your drunken state, you laughed without a care in the world as his family shot you looks of shock, anger, and disgust.

“We’re leaving!” Kisaki snapped, jumping to his feet. “Get up, Y/N.”

The champagne might have done a good enough job with the pain, but your anger was still festering away in your chest. You stubbornly remained in your chair and glared at him while watching his flushed face tremble with an emotion you didn’t care to pinpoint. When he finally had enough, he wrenched you off the chair and dragged you out of the dining room, retrieving your things and taking you out through the front.

It was a frigid night and not even the alcohol could warm you from it, so you accepted your coat from him and put it on in a hurry.

“Why did you do it?”

The question tumbled out of your lips before you realized it. You supposed it was the liquid courage, but regardless you took it and ran with it, knowing it would be the only time you’d be able to get some answers out of him.

“Why did you propose to me while planning a trip for next week with someone else?” You asked again, this time with more clarity when he didn’t answer the first time.

Slumped over and with his hands buried in his pockets, he looked up but avoided your eyes. “It was a mistake. It won’t happen again Y/N, I swear.”

“Answer the damn question!”

A heavy silence followed your outburst. Kisaki flinched before lowering his head once again, stray tendrils of hair blowing in the wind. Still, you waited for the man who broke your heart to muster up his courage and give you an explanation. It was the least he could do.

“It was going to be the last time I saw her. I’ve already put in my two weeks at the firm–”

“W-wait, what?!” Tears burned your eyes and a ball lodged itself into your throat. “S-she works with you?”

Stricken with panic, Kisaki rushed to you, holding on to your shoulders as his eyes trembled like two rippling ponds. “I-I’ll cancel the trip! Leave the firm! I’ll never see her again, I promise!”

You tried freeing yourself from his hold but he tightened his grip on your shoulders as tears stained his cheeks.

“Please, Y/N. I’ll do anything! I-I can’t live without you!”

“Stop!”

You pushed him away with all of the strength you could muster and watched him fall backward on the cold ground.

“We’re through Kisaki. You can go to Maui or straight to Hell with that woman for all I care!” Your heart hammered in your chest as you struggled to keep your sobs at bay. He wouldn’t see you cry. You refused to give him that privilege.

Never one to give up–another trait of his you’d once found admirable–Kisaki scrambled to his feet only to stop while on his knees when you held your palm out.

“Please, if you ever loved me, you’ll let me go.”

The always confident and put-together Kisaki Tetta was a broken disheveled mess. Atypical tears continued streaming down his face as his mouth opened and closed, unable to find the magic words that would make things right–that would take him back to the day he decided you weren’t enough.

Unfortunately for him, magic didn’t exist and neither did time travel. All he could do was hang his head down, accepting that he’d lost you for good, and he did just that.

“Goodbye, Kisaki.” You whispered as you backed away from his fallen form.

He didn’t reply and you didn’t wait for him. You left the premises of his family’s home and once you crossed the wrought iron fence onto the sidewalk, you let the tears you’d been holding back fall as you thumbed through your phone and ordered an Uber.

You waited for your ride two streets down between a crosswalk and a lamp post when your phone vibrated in your pocket. Expecting it to be your driver, you opened up the message only to find it was your best friend Hina asking about your Christmas and if Kisaki bought your surprised act.

Breaking the news to Hina or anyone was the last thing on your mind, and you struggled in crafting a message before discarding it altogether and checking on your Uber. Not even a minute later, your phone lit up with Hina’s contact name and picture and you instinctively accepted the call.

“Hey! Is everything okay? You didn’t answer my text and I was worried.”

“H-Hina… ”

At the comforting warmth of her voice, your own brittle voice broke off, and the dam that’d been keeping your anguished sobs at bay crumbled. Your shoulders trembled, teary face scrunched up, and your whimpering soon turned into wails as you clutched your phone and mourned the loss of your love with an aching heart.

With the patience of a saint, Hina waited for you to finish crying before asking what had happened. With swollen eyes and a splitting headache, you related the events of that night to your best friend who waited until you finished to curse out Kisaki and invite you over.

“Christmas isn’t over yet, and I don’t want you to end the night alone.” She reasoned, and you could practically hear her pout.

“I don’t want to be a bother to you and Takemichi.” You countered, waving down your approaching Uber.

“You’re never a bother to us, Y/N,” Hina assured you before calling out to Takemichi to cosign her sentiment.

“Don’t worry, Y/N!” Takemichi’s voice rang out amidst the sound of cheery Christmas music. “You come on over and I’ll call the guys so we can beat that prick to a pulp!”

You laughed at that. Your first genuine laugh after getting your heart broken. It was short but it was also a promise of what was to come after time healed your wounds. So despite your aching head, throbbing chest, and a fresh set of tears, you knew you would be alright thanks to the love and support of your friends.

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[mianavs]

"He is a gentleman..."

tokyo revengers x jane austen headcanons likening the boys to some of austen's male leads bc the regency brainrot is still going strong ; just fluff with little to no angst <3

He comes off as reserved, haughty, and aloof at first but cares for those closest to him. Keeps to his party even after being introduced to others. Doesn't do well with strangers and avoids forming new relationships unless absolutely necessary. Doesn't mince his words and therefore comes across as insensitive. Considers himself ill-suited for matrimony until he meets the right person who challenges him, brings out the best in him, and occupies his mind every second of every day. Once he knows who he wants, he'll stop at nothing to win over the object of his affections. (i.e. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Sidney Parker)

; Mikey, Rindou, Taiju, Koko, Wakasa, Kisaki, Sanzu, Izana ;

He is a melancholic and reserved man on the outside but a sensitive soul underneath it all. He is someone that has lived a life full of love and loss despite his age. He is a hard worker that never takes anything for granted. Humble and kind and the sort of gentleman that people would normally write off as boring. Little do they know that once he sets his sights on that special someone he is utterly devoted to them and will stop at nothing to ensure their happiness–even if that happiness is not by his side. (i.e. Colonel Brandon, Frederick Wentworth)

; Draken, Mucho, Benkei, Takeomi, Mitsuya, Kakucho, Inupi, Kazutora ;

He is everything a gentleman ought to be: good-humored, lively, and friendly. A pleasant man with unaffected manners. Holds no prejudices against people he's never met before. He may come across as foolishly naïve but is just a good and pure soul. He definitely falls in love first and he falls hard. Is like a puppy trailing after the object of his affection, holding onto the cuff of their sleeve with a fond smile spread across his face. It may take some time for him to muster the courage to declare his love, but once he has, he'll be the most attentive and caring lover. (i.e. Charles Bingley, Henry Tilney)

; Chifuyu, Takemichi, Hakkai, Shinichiro ;

A gentleman only by title. He is a capital R Rake that is devilishly charismatic and well-spoken. He is a people pleaser for all of the wrong reasons, manipulating those around him with sugar-coated words and a pleasing smile. He has a talent for making friends easily although whether he keeps them is a different story. Will stop at nothing to look after his best interests. When he does meet his other-half, he goes on wooing them the way he does his other conquests only for things to backfire when he realizes his feelings are genuine. He changes for the better but whether that special someone forgives him is up to them. (i.e. John Willoughby, Frank Churchill)

; Ran, Baji, Hanma, Shion, South ;

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[mianavs]

I love you so (please let me go)

pairing: Ran Haitani x reader

content: angst, ran being not-so faithful, hurt no comfort

note: my love of toxic men knows no bounds. i've been having ran brainrot for the past few days

words: 861

tagging: @tometpd @planetonet @hanayanetwork

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t right.

How he could just waltz right back into your life and tear it down with a single text, look, or letter.

You’d been Ran Haitani clean for almost a month when amongst the starchy white bills you found a pretty lavender envelope with a silver wax seal that bore the letters R and A. Thinking nothing of it, you opened it only to find an engagement announcement between him and some woman by the name of Ai–Love.

You couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly as you read through the sickly sweet introduction, cordial invitation to their party, and warm regards that were signed with both of their names in wedding script cursive. Nor could you help the angry tears that spilled onto your hands as you tore the letter into bits. In your misery and with your hand clasping a glass of wine, you scoured your social media for Ai and found yourself pitying the girl that desperately clung to the cool and charismatic man in every photo she posted. Because despite all of the love and affection in her name, you knew Ran Haitani didn’t have the capacity to love anyone but himself.

Drunk and disarmed was how Ran liked you best and that was exactly how he found you later that evening when you stumbled to your front door and found him on the other side.

In the five years of your on-again-off-again relationship, Ran had never failed to turn your stomach into knots and that night was no different. He looked as handsome as ever in his three-piece pinstriped suit, leaning against the door frame, and peering down at you with lidded eyes and a lofty half-grin. A look that made you want to send him to hell before slamming the door in his face.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to shut him out of your life despite the countless promises you made yourself. Ran Haitani was a habit you couldn’t break and the attention he gave you was a drug you couldn’t quit. Because no matter how catastrophic your heartbreak was after a falling out, Ran never failed to turn up at your door with that same fucking look that challenged your to reject him knowing you wouldn’t. You were too addicted to him and the emotions he stirred up within you–the good and the bad–and he knew that better than anyone.

He didn’t wait for you to invite him in and you didn’t stop him, only shutting the door after he’d walked in.

“How have you been?” He asked, scanning your home the way he always did when he came back into your life. It was almost as if he wanted to make sure it was the same. That you were the same. It wasn’t until you answered his question with silence that he came to you and cradled your face in his hands with a gentleness that would’ve made you surrender had his visit not been after his engagement announcement to someone else.

“What are you doing here, Ran?” Your throat closed up with each word and tears burned your eyes, but you continued. “Why did you send me that invitation?”

You’d hoped he would have the decency to look apologetic at the mention of the letter, but Ran Haitani’s shamelessness knew no bounds and he merely quirked an eyebrow as his thumbs wiped away your stray tears.

“You’re my beloved friend, Y/N, of course I had to invite you.” Ran trapped you between a wall and his body before leaning in. “Plus, it was the perfect excuse to see you again. I’ve missed you so much.”

He knew exactly what to say to you and didn’t even try to hide his smirk when you melted against him, threaded your arms around his neck, and parted your lips for him to swoop down and kiss you the way only he knew how. His kiss that never failed in turning you into putty for him to squeeze, caress, and mold however he wanted.

You didn’t pull away when his hands roamed your body and merely moaned when his deft fingers started working your core. You didn’t fight him when he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around him instead. And when he took you to your room to do what he’d planned on doing all along, you clung to him and encouraged him.

You didn’t think about the regret that would come after he finished, held you for a couple of minutes before making up a shitty excuse, and taking his leave. You didn’t think about the cold treatment he’d give you in the days that followed your tryst. You didn’t think about the shame that would engulf you after meeting his Ai at their engagement party.

No, you didn’t think. You felt.

You felt the pleasure course through your body like electricity. You felt the warmth of your dastardly love for him. You felt the passion behind his every touch, kiss, and groan. Passion that you could pretend was love.

At least for a couple of hours until he let you go.

But never for good.

#tokyorev x reader #ran haitani x reader #ran x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #ran haitani #ran haitani angst #ran haitani x you #ran haitani x y/n #tokyorev angst #tokyo revengers angst #navs.tr

[mianavs]

—Surrender

Hanma x reader, angst with a dash of fluff, hurt with comfort, mention of death

a/n: just a little something for Hanma's bday

wc: 1.3k+

tg: @tometpd

You hate the rain.

You hate the cold.

So when you get off from a twelve-hour shift at the hospital with aching muscles and the lingering smell of disinfectant only to step outside and find cold rain falling from the night sky, you want to collapse right there on the steps of the staff entrance and let the rain wash you away.

Away from your family’s debt

Away from your shitty job

Away from your miserable life

“See you tomorrow, Y/N?” A coworker of yours asks as they sidestep you and release their umbrella with a sigh. They turn to you when you don’t answer right away, capturing your attention and dispelling your wishful thoughts.

“Bright and early,” you reply, with what you hope is a grin instead of a grimace. “See ya.”

They offer you a worn-out smile of their own before setting off for the staff parking lot, rainwater splashing around them with each step. The rest of the maintenance staff files out of the building with umbrellas, coats, or hats, while you remain on the steps with neither of those things.

Having run out of bus fare, you’d planned on walking home, not expecting the late-fall rain. You check the weather report to see when the rain will stop only to read that it’ll continue late into the night. With a defeated sigh, you zip up your sweater and hold your lunch bag over your head before stepping out from under the entrance cover into the cold heavy rain.

You make it around the corner of the hospital when a tall dark figure emerges with an oversized umbrella and blocks your way. Even under the dim flickering street lights, you’re able to make out the worn-out hoodie, mop of long black and blonde hair, and the word ‘sin’ tattooed on the hand he’s holding the umbrella with.

“Tch, done lurking in the shadows?” You scoff, brushing past him to resume your trek home. Hanma says nothing but you hear him following you, the pitter-patter of the rain on his umbrella a dead giveaway. You try to lose him but he’s a giant and you’re no match for his long legs that reach you in no time, shielding you from the rain with his umbrella.

“I’ll walk you home.” He peers down at you. A ghost of a smile on his lips. “Wouldn’t want ya to get sick and miss work.”

He’s trying to be nice, per usual, but you’re exhausted and in no mood to pretend he isn’t the reason you have to work like a dog to survive. You shoot him a pointed look that’s akin to a punch in the face from the way his expression sobers up.

“And whose fault is it that I can’t afford to stay home sick?”

Hanma averts his eyes and says nothing. His ghostly smile is gone, and he hunches over even more from the weight of your words. You look away as well when your putrid anger disperses at the sight of his misery and guilt surges up, lodging itself in your throat. Rain beats down on Hanma’s umbrella and you resume your walk to your home with him stubbornly at your side.

Your relationship with Hanma hadn’t always been enveloped in resentment and guilt. Once upon a time, he’d been the attractive delinquent from your neighborhood that used to give you stolen candy from the convenience store and helped you escape from school to go to the arcade. Once upon a time, Hanma had been your friend and even something more when he stole your first kiss during your last year of middle school.

Then everything went to shit when he got involved in some shady dealings and a rival gang started tracking him down. Unfortunately for them, Hanma had always been good at hiding and managed to avoid them. Unfortunately for you, they tracked you down instead and took your parents’ lives, leaving you an orphan and with their debt.

That was how Hanma ruined your life. No matter how much he now protected you from his enemies, it didn’t change the fact that your parents were dead. No matter how many envelopes of petty change he slipped into your mailbox, it didn’t change the fact that you were in financial ruin.

And yet, no matter how many times you told him off when he approached you, it didn’t change the fact that you let him follow you, letting him in your tiny studio to shower, eat, and crash on your old couch.

Tonight is one of those times. After the rain and your exhaustion eat away at your guilt, you start complaining about your day to let off some steam. You tell him about your overbearing manager that never lets you clean in peace, the cranky old man that always complains about the smell of your cleaning supplies, and your two-faced coworkers that talk shit about each other and then act all buddy-buddy the following shift.

Hanma strictly listens and occasionally hums in agreement until you turn to him and ask, “what do you think?”

Then his eyes widen ever-so-slightly and he wets his lips before giving you the response you want to hear. The topic eventually changes during your walk and the two of you can pretend you’re kids again without any responsibilities and people hunting you down.

When you reach your door, Hanma’s grin fades away and he reverts back into the worn-down man with the disheveled hair and sunken eyes. He takes a step back as you fiddle with your keys and says ‘goodnight’ when you unlock your door.

“It’s late. You can crash here if you want.”

You don’t look at him when you utter those words. You merely walk inside and leave the door open, knowing he’ll come in and close it behind him.

“Thanks for letting me stay,” he says as you kick off your shoes and peel off your sweater. “It’ll be nice ending my birthday in a warm home.”

You freeze at that, dropping your wet sweater on the vinyl floor before meeting Hanma’s gaze. He grins but it doesn’t reach his melancholic eyes that shift to your couch. You realize it’s October 27th and your mind scrambles to find something to say. You open your mouth to offer him a meal only to realize you don’t have any ingredients nor do you have any money to buy some. Your gaze shifts around your barren studio for something, anything, you could give him but there’s nothing.

Just as he’s about to take a seat on your couch, you blurt something out.

“You can sleep with me!”

His head whips in your direction, his hood falling and revealing his shoulder-length hair. Hanma is rarely surprised but your outburst does just that; it surprises him and leaves him speechless. Embarrassment creeps up and you feel a furious flush spread from your cheeks to your neck and ears.

“I-I mean in my bed! You can sleep in my bed!” You sputter, crouching down to pick up your sweater to avoid making eye contact with him. “I have an electric heater so it’ll be warmer than sleeping on the couch. Of course, you don’t have to sleep with me… er I mean next to m–”

“I want to,” Hanma interjects and it’s your turn to whip your head to look at him. A tentative smile blooms on his face and it stirs something in your stomach. You swallow and make a beeline to your closet, dropping the damp sweater in your hamper and picking up a clean towel. Stepping away, you turn to Hanma and toss the towel at him.

“Shower first.” You say, crossing your arms across your chest. “No way I’m letting you in my bed all dirty. Even if it is your birthday.”

Hanma laughs at that and it’s not one of those restrained chuckles or stifled snorts he occasionally allows himself. It’s the old Hanma’s laugh that stems from his stomach and forces his entire mouth open while his shoulders shake. It makes him look his age instead of the haggard person he’s become. It causes your stomach to flutter the way it once did and makes you believe you can truly forgive Hanma one day in a not-so-distant future.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #hanma x reader #hanma shuji x reader #hanma angst #hanma shuji angst #tokyo revengers angst #tokyorev angst #hanma x y/n #hanma shuji x y/n #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyorev x yn #navs.tr

[mianavs]

Thicker Than Water // PART 01

tags // haruchiyo sanzu x f!reader, historical!au, dark content (incest), smut, manipulation, implied grooming, morally grey characters, inspired by the tv series El Cid, scheming, fight for a throne, period-typical sexism, takeomi akashi, senju akashi, manjiro “mikey” sano, mentioned mickey x senju

note // first part dives right into the conflict. y/n confirms her suspicions, haruchiyo’s facade starts to slip, and takeomi throws y/n a curveball

wc // 3.8k+

extras // playlist  masterlist  @planetonet  @tometpd​   

PART 01 // SUCCESSION

“The king is dead, long live the king!”

It was the mantra courtiers cried out in the throne room while you stood on the sidelines, watching and seething. Your hands fisted the skirt of your dress as your older brother, Takeomi, sauntered up to the throne where the Archbishop and crown were waiting for him. You shifted your gaze to the object of your desires, the golden crown, that almost seemed to tease you because, no matter how much you wanted to feel its weight on your head, it would never be yours. The lack of a particular appendage between your legs guaranteed you would never rule, no matter how much the man standing next to you insisted you should.

As if he had read your resentful thoughts, Haruchiyo pried your hand away from your skirt and laced his fingers through yours. Your heart rose to your throat at his shameless display and your eyes scanned the room while you tried pulling away from his grasp. When the two of you were in the clear, you gave him a pointed look and tugged on your arm again.

Haruchiyo met your sharp gaze with a seemingly playful one and a wicked grin that would have fooled anyone but you. He was someone you knew well, and you could make out the irritation under his facade that manifested in his tightened jaw and bruising grip. When you didn’t relent, he ever so slightly leaned into your ear and whispered.

“Your struggle brings more attention to us.”

You fought the urge to shudder from his hot breath in your ear and merely fixed him with a hard stare before returning your gaze to your brother, already on the throne with the crown resting on his head. Shifting closer to Haruchiyo, you hid your conjoined hands behind your skirt while he let out a quiet hum, stroking your knuckles.

“Long live the king!” the two of you chanted but neither of you meant it.

“Congratulations again, Your Majesty!” Senju, Haruchiyo, and you cried while simultaneously dropping into bows and curtsies. It was after Takeomi’s coronation ceremony and all of the courtiers had left, so it was only your three siblings and Takeomi’s sworn shield, Manjiro “Mikey” Sano in the throne room.

“There’s no need for such ceremony when it’s just us siblings!” Takeomi declared, raising each of you with a smile. It was the same smug smile he’d worn since the will of your father, the late king, had been read and declared him the heir. 

“After all, I am your big brother before anything.” He shot a wink at your little sister, Senju, who giggled in response. You shifted next to her and Takeomi’s eyes traveled to you, his smile faltering.

“With all due respect, Your Majesty, you are our king, first and foremost, and we are your loyal subjects.” You declared firmly, lowering your head. With your face hidden from Takeomi’s view, you shot Senju a reprimanding glare and watched the smile disappear from her face.

“We merely wish to show you the respect you deserve as our sovereign.” You continued and raised your head, a fixed smile already gracing your features.

Despite your respectful tone and words, you had already defied the king after only a couple of hours of being crowned and Takeomi knew that better than anyone. Your brother might’ve been a cocky beast of a man, but he wasn’t stupid. He regarded you with amusement for a moment before his mouth stretched into a smile and moved to stand before you.

“While I appreciate your devotion to me, dearest sister, blood is thicker than water.” He drawled and lowered his voice to a rumbling whisper. “It would do you well to remember that.”

‘It is you who should remember that!’

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from voicing your retort and merely lowered your head demurely in the way you’d been trained to do by your late mother and your nanny.

“I will keep that in mind, brother.”

“Good!” He exclaimed with a clap of his hands before turning his heel. You waited for him to dismiss the three of you, but your brother wasn’t quite done with you yet. He waited until Haruchiyo and Senju filed out of the room before speaking.

“I want you to join me tomorrow for breakfast, Y/N.” He turned around to face you, the royal cloak whirling around his tall frame in ripples of violet velvet. “There is something I wish to discuss with you.”

“Your wish is my command, Your Majesty,” you replied stiffly and broke into a low curtsy to hide the displeasure that no doubt reflected on your face.

While turbulent thoughts occupied your mind, your feet took you directly to the only person you could confide in. By the time you snapped out of your daze, the maids were scurrying out of the bathroom and Haruchiyo stood before you in only his loosened chemise and smallclothes.

A smirk spread across his mouth, stretching the two ugly scars at the corners. “Are you here to bathe me the way you used to, sister?”

You rolled your eyes at his use of the title he claimed to hate but still approached him until you stood before him. He quirked a delicate pink brow but stayed silent, bending over and watching you grip the hem of his chemise to pull it off him.

Suddenly, he reverted to the wild child he’d once been when your father had summoned him back from the country, and you were his older sister that had helped him bathe, taught him courtly manners, and held him tightly during his fits of rage. Melancholia tugged at your heart as you dropped the piece of clothing on the table next to you and resisted running your fingers through his soft pink hair the way you’d done when he was still a touch-starved child.

And just like that, Haruchiyo once again became a man before your very eyes by standing up straight and towering over you.

You couldn’t help but admire his lean muscular build, pale skin, and pretty pink nipples. Your eyes immediately went to work counting the silvery scars that littered his body, searching for fresh ones. An angry red one under his left rib cage caught your gaze and you tutted in reproach before tentatively tracing the ugly red mark with a feather-light touch. His breath hitched in his throat but you ignored it and continued to examine his scar.

“How did this happen?” You tore your eyes from his body and met his lidded gaze, peering down on you. His sky-blue eyes widened fractionally before he looked away, a dust of pink spreading across his pretty face.

“During my investigation in town. I had a… scuffle with some people an–”

“Did they discover you?!” You demanded, splaying your hands on his naked chest. His eyes were on yours in an instant, narrowed and full of suspicion.

“No, I got rid of them,” he bit out. At his admission, your entire body relaxed, allowing you to take care of your miffed little brother. Your hands traveled up his chest, to his collarbones, and settled on the sides of his neck with your thumbs resting on his jaw.

“You did well, Sanzu,” you praised, using the nickname he only allowed you to use. “Takeomi cannot know that we’re investigating father’s death.”

You waited until he relaxed underneath your fingers and nodded his understanding to ask him about his trip. “Did you find out anything important?”

He nodded. “You were right, Y/N. Mikey hired a middleman to purchase a rare poison and then eliminated him the night before the late king fell ill.”

You didn’t chide him for not referring to your father as ‘father’ the way you normally did and instead beamed up at him before pulling him into an embrace.

“Thank you,” you murmured into his skin, taking in his sweet musky scent. “We’re this much closer to bringing down Takeomi and having you take your place on the throne.”

Haruchiyo’s arms wrapped around you and drew you in closer until the space between you was eliminated. He buried his face into your neck and breathed in your scent, nuzzling the way he used to as a child after getting reprimanded by everyone around him.

“You know that I love you more than anyone, right?” You said, running your fingers through his soft pink locks as a reward for his obedience.

He didn’t respond, choosing instead to let his hands wander south over the curve of your rump and north to the laces of your gown. You stiffened in his embrace while his hand groped the supple flesh over your skirt and your laces were loosened, exposing your thin shift. It wasn’t until his mouth pressed a hot kiss to your sensitive neck that you pushed him away.

“That’s enough, Haruchiyo. I’m your sister and I demand respect.” You quickly turned away from him to fold the chemise you’d discarded, doing your best to dispel the growing heat between your legs.

You waited for the apology that usually followed when he tried to cross the line with you, but it never came. Instead, he pressed you against the table, wrapping his fingers around your neck and cupping your sex over your skirts. A sharp gasp escaped your lips when you felt his hardened member grind into your ass.

“Don’t you dare deny me this, Y/N.” He hissed into your ear, fingers pressing into your sensitive bud. “You’re the one that started this years ago.”

His hand turned your face to him, and you were taken aback by the dullness in his widened blue orbs and the twitching grin on his scarred mouth. It was the first time you felt something other than love or pity for your little brother. At that moment, you were overcome with unadulterated fear that Haruchiyo took advantage of with a hungry kiss.

As he slanted his lips over yours and ran his hot wet muscle over your bottom lip, a strange feeling of pride spread across your chest in knowing you’d taught him everything he knew when it came to giving you pleasure. He knew exactly where to lick, bite, and suck to send you into an aroused frenzy that left you flushed, panting, and melting into him.

He broke your kiss first, leaving you lightheaded before his mouth traveled down your jaw to your neck while his hands hiked up your skirts.

“Haru! Y-you can’t!” you protested, trying to stop him.

“Sanzu,” he gritted, biting down on the crook of your neck and drawing out a cry from your lips. “When we are together, you are to call me Sanzu.”

With tears in your eyes and your skirts bunched up around your waist, his fingers parted your slickened folds and furiously worked your hardened nub. He shuffled around behind you until you felt his hot throbbing member slide between your legs, coating itself with your arousal.

“Since I did so well, I deserve a reward, don’t you think?” he groaned and continued his ministrations until you were shaking like a leaf. “And all I want is your pretty cunt wrapped around my cock. You’ll let me claim my reward, won’t you sister?”

His fingers pinched your clit when he spit out the familiar title, and your orgasm washed over you like waves crashing onto a bed of rocks. You mindlessly clung to your brother as the aftershocks of your orgasm pulsed through your sex. It wasn’t until Haruchiyo pushed you over the table that you came to your senses, knowing what he intended to do. In that moment of clarity, you turned around forcefully and struck him across the face.

“I’m a princess, not a whore! You will not bend me over and take me like a bitch!” You snarled, matching the anger he emanated as his hand gingerly touched his reddened cheek.

Like a mother after disciplining her child, guilt bloomed in your chest and tears stung your eyes as you took his face into your hands, pressing feather-light kisses over the warm red mark.

“I-I’m sorry, but you understand me, don't you?” Your arms wrapped around his torso and you pulled him into a hug while you moved back onto the table. With his warm body pressed against yours, you let yourself succumb to your carnal desires. “I taught you better than that, didn’t I?”

At your shift of tone, you saw his anger turn into lust while you hoisted yourself up on the table. Dragging your hand down his chest, you watched with pleasure as he shivered from your touch and seemed to beg you with his beautiful blue eyes.

“What is it, my darling boy?” you asked as your hand trailed down to his navel and went even further, wrapping itself around his raging erection.

“I want to touch you,” he gasped, shaking as you pumped your hand. “Please, let me touch you.”

“Do you remember how?” You snapped, tugging on his cock and watching as a bead of cum coated the tip. He nodded furiously as he peered down at you, panting and blushing prettily.

“Alright, you can claim your reward now.”

Sanzu fell to his knees in an instant and you helped him along by pulling up your skirts and spreading your legs. With one last look up at you, he buried his face between your legs and you bit back a moan.

He licked a stripe up your slickened folds before settling his lips around your clit and sucking on the hardened nub. Your fingers dug into his pink locks while your other hand splayed on the table behind you for support. When your entire body started to shake, Sanzu released your swollen nub and his tongue delved into your tight hot cunt. You cried out but held his head firmly between your legs, grinding your hips into his face as he fucked you with his tongue.

When you felt your orgasm near, you pulled his head away and admired the way your arousal coated his scarred smiling mouth. Sanzu caught his breath and peered up at you with pure adoration in his eyes. Tugging on his hair, he stood up obediently and kissed you so you could taste your cum on his tongue.

As Sanzu kissed you, you felt his cock prod your cunt a couple of times before he inched himself inside of you. When he bottomed out, the two of you groaned into your kiss from the bliss of being conjoined once again after months of abstaining from the act. Your hands roamed to Sanzu's back while his hands snaked around your backside and gripped your bare ass before rocking his hips into you.

When Sanzu’s cock dragged against your fleshy walls and sent jolts of pleasure down your toes, it was so easy to forget that the two of you shared the same blood. When his tongue slid against yours and claimed your mouth, you forgot he was your brother. When his fingers and teeth dug into your skin and marked it as his, the fact that you had taken care of him like a mother slipped your mind as you drowned in the pleasure he gave you.

“Fuck! Gonna come!” Sanzu groaned against your shoulder but didn’t pull away from you, tightening his hold instead. “Wanna fill you up.”

“No!” You snapped, pushing against his chest. “Only when you become king! Do you hear me!?”

He grunted in response and loosened his grip, pulling out in time for his cum to coat your dress instead of your womb. He collapsed into your arms, panting and shaking from his own orgasm, while you caressed his hair and pressed butterfly kisses from his cheek to his neck. You held him until his breathing evened out and his arms wrapped around your frame.

“Now, how about that bath?” you asked, pulling away from him. His lips formed a pout as he peered down at you, and unable to hold yourself back, you pressed a chaste kiss on them. “I’ll join you if you help me undress.”

At your offer, his face lit up almost instantly before his hands went to work undoing the rest of your laces, while you laughed at his eagerness and helped him.

By the time you finished bathing and waited for Haruchiyo to fall asleep, it was far too late for you to leave his quarters through the front door without drawing suspicion, so you resorted to using the secret corridor.

It was a narrow path within the castle’s stone walls that connected your chambers to those of your younger siblings. You’d discovered it as a young girl and used it to comfort your baby sister after your mother’s premature death. When Haruchiyo returned home after ten years, you assigned him the empty rooms that the corridor also led to and thus began your influence over your siblings unbeknownst to your father and older brother.

With only a candle to light your way, you moved with a swiftness only a person that knew the corridor like the back of their hand could. As you came to the door that led to your antechamber, a brightly burning fire approached and you watched Senju tentatively approach you with a torch in hand. She smelled like sweat and dirt which told you she’d just gotten back from her training with Mikey.

“Did you find out what I asked?” You demanded, forgoing formalities with her.

“Mikey did leave the castle grounds last week and didn’t return until morning. He confirmed it himself.” Senju replied, the bitterness in her voice not lost on you.

“That will be all,” you nodded, side-stepping her to reach for your door. “You may go–”

“You were with him, weren’t you?”

You froze at Senju’s question that was more like an accusation before turning to her with a retort ready for attack.

“A bit late for sword practice, don’t you think?” You took a couple of steps toward her until you saw the panic written all over her face. Satisfied with her reaction, you leaned in and sniffed your little sister’s hair. “You reek of Sano, dearest sister. I wonder what the king would do if he found out his right-hand man was teaching his baby sister how to handle another type of sword.”

She staggered back until her back met stone and the fire of her torch illuminated the horror in her jade eyes. “Y-you wouldn’t dare!”

You cornered her and slammed your palm against the wall next to her head. “Then I suggest you adhere to our agreement, Senju. I turn a blind eye to your relationship and you keep your nose out of my business unless I say so.”

You waited until she nodded before pressing a kiss on her brow and caressing her hair that reminded you so much of Haruchiyo.

“Sweet dreams, little sister.” You murmured against her skin before turning your heel and crossing the threshold into your chambers, thoroughly pleased with the progress of your plan to bring down Takeomi and rule through Haruchiyo.

“The time has come for you to end your studies, Y/N."

 You need to focus on your lessons with your nanny and Father Shiba.”

“But Father, I am excelling in my studies! Even Takeomi has yet to catch up to me!”

“Insolent girl! When will you realize that your place in this world isn’t on the throne but behind your husband, serving him and raising his children.”

“We both know that if I had been born male, you would have passed over Takeomi to make me your heir! What difference does it make if I have a womb instead of a cock?!”

Your father, with only a few wrinkles and more dark hair than grey, peered down on your adolescent self with a mixture of abhorrence and disappointment. It was a face you’d see constantly whenever you bested Takeomi in your studies, diplomacy, and military strategy. A face that even in death, still haunted your dreams to remind you of your place. Unfortunately for your late father, your strong will had been forged by his disdain and disapproval and his nightly visits only spurred you on.

While your dream usually ended when you reached out and dissolved your father with a wave from your hand, this time his face altered until he became Takeomi with the crown atop his head and a mocking smirk on his face.

It was that same face you met the following morning in his solar. There was a light spread of breakfast foods on the small table near the window where he stood, peering out at the commotion below. He remained immobile, not even greeting you until you stood next to him.

“Do you know what makes a kingdom strong?” He asked, watching the knights training in the courtyard while ladies watched from a distance, giggling and chattering amongst themselves.

“People,” you replied, confident in your answer.

“Bonds, Y/N. That is what makes a kingdom strong.” He finally turned to you and the calm smile on his face set off warning horns in your mind. “Without bonds, people have no reason to remain loyal to a ruler.”

It felt like a lesson and a threat all at once. He didn’t sound like the odious older brother he’d always been but like your father—like a king.

“Shall we eat?” he asked, moving to the table before you could even respond. It wasn’t until the sound of the wooden chair scraping the stone floor echoed in the room that you took the seat your brother had pulled out for you.

“Thank you,” you managed to mumble, averting your gaze to the golden platter of food on the table.

“You’re welcome, dearest sister.” He replied with a sweetness that made your skin crawl and the little appetite you had, disappear.

You managed to nibble on some fruit and cheese before your brother finally addressed the reason behind your visit.

“You’ve been of age for some years now, haven’t you?” He spoke and proceeded to take a sip of wine. Your blood ran cold as the lesson from the window and his smile all came together with his question and everything pointed towards one possibility—marriage.

“Yes,” you admitted, the bitter taste of defeat fresh on your tongue.

“As a princess, I’m sure you’re aware of your duty to strengthen the kingdom by creating bonds domestically or with other kingdoms.” He took a bite of bread and looked up at you with a menacing look of warning that left you unable to speak. Wringing your hands together beneath the table, you nodded stiffly and waited for him to give you your sentence.

“In your case, it will be a domestic bond with the Duke of Roppongi, Ran Haitani. He has asked for your hand and I have given my blessing.”

And just like that, Takeomi exerted his power over you as your brother, guardian, and king while you were left sorting through your scrambled thoughts for a way to overcome the newest obstacle in your fight for power.

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content: memoir, angst, implied smut, baji x reader (past), sanzu x reader

note: Crush by Ethel Cain screams ode to toman so i wrote a lil something because i couldn't stop thinking about this. rushed and not proof-read <3

words: 793

Anyone that watches the black-uniformed teens strolling down the street or zooming down the street on their motorcycles always says that their window has already passed and they’ll never amount to anything.

Gripping your bookbag and resuming the loud angsty song that blasts through your headphones, you partially agree with the corporate zombies glaring at the Toman guys. They won’t just be anything, they’ll be something–someone–and make everyone that doubted them eat their words.

Some people already do.

Eat their words, dirty, and other shit as Toman defeats rival gangs and conquers more and more territory.

But they’re still young and immature, only in middle school and dealing with the growing pains that affect everyone your age.

The ones that still go to school–some for reasons other than studying–get bitched out by teachers, get into fights with other students, share mags, kiss other students in empty classrooms, and scream while they cry or cry while they scream. They wear black like it’s a personality trait and you suppose for some of them it is. Others hide guns in lockers and vehemently deny it. A select few move dope and other drugs during gym class or lunch under the guise of simple handshakes.

And it wouldn’t be real teenage angst without a frustrating home life.

For your brother who still hides his black Toman uniform underneath a mountain of clothes in his closet, it’s just an overbearing mother and an emotionally absent father. For others, it’s calling a brothel a home, watching over hundreds only to come home and watch your younger sister that wants to grow up fast, or burying festering guilt for a friend doing time while assuring your mother that you’ll pass your classes. A mother you meet occasionally when her son has you over to tutor him, tutoring sessions that also teach you a lesson in love no matter how vehemently you deny it.

Others don’t have what the guy who wears reading glasses has, and the suffocating four walls of their homes is probably why they take to the streets like caged dogs eager to stretch their legs and run, play, and just be free. They fight every fight like it’s their last. They run away from the police with snacks and petty cash stuffed in their pockets. They make promises and threats like nothing because most of them haven’t lived long enough to see the harsh consequences of such words.

Not until they see witness death and it acts as a crossroads for the Toman guys. Do they avert their eyes and leave while they can still salvage their grades and get into good schools? Or do they look death in the eye and turn their membership into a career.

Time passes and Toman’s name isn’t the only thing that changes. Some members, like your brother, leave while others join. The gang you once knew and followed around like a moth drawn to a flame is barely recognizable despite the administration having two of the original members

Regardless, you go back looking for the guy that punched you during a chaotic brawl. He’s a sadistic bastard with pretty eyes and a scarred mouth he used to hide but now wears with pride. He’s also a drug addict but that doesn’t hinder his ability to recognize you one night in a seedy club that’s beneath Bonten’s number 2.

You punch him because it’s what you swore you’d do when you saw him again. He tries dodging, but his movements are slow thanks to the shit he shot up moments prior, and your fist lands on his eye. He chases you to a dark corridor away from the pounding music and flashing light, pinning you against the wall with a single arm. Instead of shoving the barrel of his handgun, however, it’s his tongue pushes between your lips and ravages your mouth before it travels south to give your other set of lips the same attention.

Weeks turn into months but you don’t stop seeing Sanzu. You don’t know if it’s the sex or if it’s the fact that he hasn’t moved on from Toman like your brother or Draken, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Hakkai, Pah, or Peh. He chose to continue believing and supporting Mikey, who still represented Toman and the ghostly first love from your past, so you bury your face in his chest after another one of your trysts. You ignore the intrusive thought that says you wouldn’t be with Sanzu if Baji was still alive.

“Why are you here?” He asks, pupils still blown out so you know he’s high.

You swallow and close your eyes, pushing a wicked grin and long tresses of black from your memory.

“Good men die too, so I’d rather be with you.”

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—Fics:

Thicker than Water | Sanzu x f!reader | ongoing | royalty au, dc, nsfw, incest, power struggle, fight for a throne

Surrender | Hanma x gn!reader | complete | canon au, sfw, hurt/comfort, birthday piece

I love you so (please let me go) | Ran x reader | complete | angst, sfw, hurt no comfort, cheating

champagne problems | Kisaki x f!reader | complete | angst, sfw, hurt some comfort, cheating

Love Me Wrong | Mikey x f!reader x Bonten | ongoing | dc, amnesia, fauxcest, kidnapping, yandere themes, nsfw

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