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b0nten · 4 months

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HOW ARE BABIES MADE?

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ reader is implied to be fem, reader is called “mother”, “mommy” etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everything’s taking place in the final timeline.

RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. He’d definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say ‘sex’ he feels a book flat against his head. “what do you think you’re doing?” you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. “explaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?” he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesn’t know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. “we agreed to tell her when she’s 14. she doesn’t even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?” he sighs, defeated, “let’s go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.” he says, picking up his daughter, “that last part was uncalled for, by the way.” “suck it up, mr. club owner. ”

meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: “daddy, how are babies made?” what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when you’re not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). “you see! when… uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!” he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. “so you can’t kiss girls until you’re twenty-one, yeah?” finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens it’s you. “oh my god, y/n—” “rindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?” “haha, my love! funny story!!!!”

SANZU just goes feral. he’s having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.

TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. “and it just comes flying?” “yeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!” he smiles, playing into his baby girl’s fantasy. “you sound just like my parents.” you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. “well, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.” “daddy!” the little one yells, stretching out her palm, “1000 yen!” and her father exasperates “god put me out of this misery of only being an atm, you’re just like your mother. ow! what’d i deserve that punch for?”

KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. “papa.” one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. “yes, pretty girl?” he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. “how are babies made, papa?” the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. “i promise to tell you when you’re older, right now it’s classified information!” he jokes, and the girls giggle. “now… who wants to watch doraemon!!” he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. “if i didn’t know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.

if there’s someone (who thinks they’re) escaping this question, it’s MIKEY. “ ‘tou-chan, how are babies made?” blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. “ ‘tou-chan?” she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races he’s watching and looks back at her. “ask ‘kaa-chan, i’m not really good at biology.” he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where you’re blow-drying your hair. confident that he’s just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority — the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows he’s dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.

IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and you’re watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. “daddy.” the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. “yes?” he answers, and you also look back to see what’s going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover “how are babies made?” you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. “where’d you find this?!” he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. “your office.” he can’t believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but he’s greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.

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h3yl4dies · 1 month

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✰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠!

✰ 𝐀𝐤𝐚 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬!

𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚 : 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

𝘼𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙣'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 : 𝙏𝙔𝙎𝙈 𝙁𝙊𝙍 100 𝙁𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎! 𝘽𝙩𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!! 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡!!

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙍𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙪 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙮𝙤 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙪 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ⚠ : 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 & 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 💀

☛ 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

Him being the most non-caring sadistic motherfucker reacting to a girl crying is very confusing for him

You were recently stressed because of your college assignments and paperwork shit

You were at your room crying quietly until he walked passed your room, heading soft crying whimpers

He went into the room with our knocking and saw you hugging your soaked pillow with your tears on the bed

"Yo what happened?" He said as he sat on the edge of your bed, patting your back slowly as you opened your reddish teary eyes at him

He isn't the best listener, but he is also a good help

You vented your problems and stress to him as he quietly listened

After you were done venting, he suggests that you should not care about your shit rn, you should take a break instead

Oh yeah, hes the type to not take these kind of shit seriously so he would just randomly comfort you and suggest you should rip your assignments in half 💀

"Lmao who cares about studying and homework? They are just here to ruin your life worse so why don't we just burn it?"

He's already handing you a fucking lighter 😭

You tried stopping him from burning the assignments but nvm

Overall, he's not the best listener but he is willing to do whatever he can to make you feel better (in the worse way 💀)

☛ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

Awh, he's so sweet

Blud is the type to be nonchalant when he actually has the most Pure-sweetest heart ever

You and rindou go to the same high school, during cleaning time. Rindou wanted to borrow a mop from your class

When he went to your classroom, no one was there. You were the only one. You were crying in the empty classroom quietly.

"Huh- wtf-.. Hey what happened..? "

HE'S THE TYPE TO BE SO CONFUSED AND NOT EXPECTING THIS

it turns out that some kid from your class forced you to take over their duty of cleaning the classroom and you were upset about it

When he heard about that, he would be visibly angry.

He would want to gain information about that kid from your class and plan to meet him at the school gate with Ran and beat the shit out of him 🤦‍♀️

"Hey, don't stress about this alright? It's okay, I will help you clean your classroom together"

He feels like the best thing he can do is to help you out, after helping you out, you are gonna plan a funeral for that kid who forced you because rindou isn't joking in planning to beat him up 💀💯

"Don't worry, I will take care of him later but let's quickly finish this alright?"

Overall, he's a good listener! Better than his brother actually

☛ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎

Oh god

I swear to the fucking lord

HE is the worst one out of these 3 characters I am writing for right now 😭

I AM ACTUALLY BEING FR HE IS THE WORST THERAPIST AND LISTENER

You were recently made fun of, because of your body which made you extremely insecure

You were at the school bathroom stalls crying quietly and locking yourself in the stalls

When he found out about this, boy he isn't gonna turn on the comfort energy, HE BOUTTA TURN ON HIS KILLING SPREE ENERGY INSTEAD 💯🤬🙏

Another reminder, whatever he says might be toxic as fuck

"Why the hell are you crying over this shit? They're just mad"

he might get annoyed from your crying but if he actually cares, he would just kill the bullies tbh

He wants to end things quick and not make it a drama so he would just randomly quickly murder their asses

As you all know, if you seek comfort from him, it isn't gonna be good 😭

He would stutter and think what to say to make you feel better, he has 0 experience from comforting people

"Hey uh, it's alright, stop crying and things will get easier and better"

Overall, he's the least listener and comforter I recommend in here (hey at least he tried 😁)

Thanks for 100 followers again loves<3

☛ 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

☛ 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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oddshroom · 2 years

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Tokyo Revengers Incorrect Quotes ft. GN!Y/n

Mikey: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

GN!Y/n: Mikey, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

Izana: I’m going to take you out

GN!Y/n: great, it’s a date!

Izana: I meant that as a threat.

GN!Y/n: See you at five!

Kokonoi: I actually have a black belt.

GN!Y/n: In what, karate?

Kokonoi: No, from Gucci.

Rindou: You know those things will kill you, right?

GN!Y/n, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.

Ran, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.

Sanzu: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

Rindou: Why is GN!Y/n so sad?

Ran: They took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes

Rindou: And...?

Ran: They got Sanzu.

Ran: GN!Y/n isn’t answering their phone

Kakucho: I’ll call

Ran: Sanzu and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

GN!Y/n: Hello?

Everyone else: 😐

Sanzu: Don't worry, I got a plan.

Mikey: Alright.

Sanzu: TraitorSayWhat?

GN!Y/n: Excuse me?

Sanzu: What?

GN!Y/n:

Mikey:

Sanzu: No wait-

Kakucho: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

GN!Y/n: Several traffic violations.

Sanzu: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Rindou: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Ran: Also, that’s not our car.

Emma: Why are your tongues purple?

Mikey: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

GN!Y/n: I had a red one.

Draken: oh

Draken:

Draken: OH

Takemichi:

Takemichi: You drank each other's slushies?

A/N: Can some send requests on bonten or toman like crack, wholesome, comfort, I’m trying to heal from the pain the manga bestowed. Like they can be platonic if you want, just send your thoughts and I’ll write them 🙏

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osakiharu · 2 years

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00:01AM : haruchiyo sanzu

content : gender neutral reader, fluff, mentions of blood, attention to injury, swearing, cleaning sanzu’s wound yas, someone trying to give sanzu a taste of his own medicine idk they were tired of his katana antics, sanzu being romantic in his own way… idk he’s a little crazy what did you expect

wc : 533 — ik its short but it’s good i promise :(

notes : i’m really happy with this i hope y’all like it hehe :0

he was in pain, you could tell; his irregular breathing, the way he bit and chewed at his lip in discomfort when you brought the cloth back to his torso, the hand grabbing at your waist, squeezing from where he sat on the couch, head back, hips forwards. trying not to think about the throbbing gash running across his chest.

yet he still managed to force out an almost devilish chuckle. “what’re you giggling at?” you whispered, still sniffling slightly as you placed the cloth back on his skin. “’m gonna kill that fucker, y/n… gonna make ‘im swallow his own teeth… might even give you his head on a fuckin’ stick.” the only thing stopping him from doing so was you, settled in his lap keeping him grounded in his place on the couch. it was a struggle to actually get sanzu to sit down in the first place, with him being livid over not executing his opponent. “mikey and kakucho said you need to stay home and rest, haru,” he groaned, leaning his head back further and gritting his teeth, as you applied more pressure to the cut, fuck, “you could’ve been killed y’know? you’re lucky it wasn’t any deeper than—”

“god, what a fuckin’ greek tragedy that would’ve been, honey.” he drawled, sarcastically. you only sighed, not surprised that sanzu was more concerned with the fact that he hadn’t been able to beat his opponent — something that seldom happens. your sigh must have brought him back out of his murderous thoughts, as he lifted his head up to look at you. “what’s the matter, hm? you getting tired of being my little nurse all the time?” his hand rubbed up and down your thigh, soothingly. “i worry about you, haruchiyo,” you brushed his wild, tousled hair away from his pretty eyes, and gave his forehead a quick kiss, “i don’t want you getting killed or something.”

“don’t be silly, angel, the only way ‘m gonna die- ah! fuck me,” he laughed dryly, “the only way i’ll die is if you kill me. won’t die by anyone else’s hands but yours, ‘kay?” he slipped his bony fingers under your much smaller ones occupied by cleaning the remaining stains and splotches of crimson from his body, and raised them up to his lips. you expected him to cringe at how he began to paint and smear his rosy lips with his own blood, but he never once appeared to be phased, too fixated on kissing your knuckles and the tips of your fingers as if you’d fought a worse battle than his own. “okay? y/n?” sanzu’s voice was far sterner than usual, especially when speaking to you. he was serious. “m-mhm, yeah, ‘course, haru.” you said with a slight smile; you’d hardly even processed what he said, let alone came up with a reply. sanzu, however, grinned at your answer.

“hmm, that’s what i like to hear.” he leaned in to press a delicate kiss to your lips, despite his still being covered in crimson splotches, all while running his thumb back and forth along the bumps of your knuckles. “so good to me, baby, gonna have to reward you, ain’t i?”

reblogs appreciated <3

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hoetani · 2 years

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| COLD NIGHTS |

Warnings: fluff, lil bit of jealousy (17+ Blog)

Relationship: Sanzu Haruchiyo x fem!Reader

Requested: Yes, see it here

The summer months are beginning to fade, leaving behind a distinct chill in the air. It’s something you should’ve accounted for when you were getting ready earlier as you slipped into a breezy dress. The jumper you debated bringing lays cosily at home, laughing at your regret.

Of all things to do after a nice dinner, you didn’t expect the Bonten executives to willingly indulge in a nightly walk around the city, but you suppose there’s a sort of thrill to appraising the streets of a city you own.

The hairs on your body stand to attention when another gust of wind brushes by. Your boyfriends eyes slide down to settle on your quivering lip before he barks out a laugh. Your grip on his hand tightens.

“H-haru,” you chatter, “I’m really cold.”

The teasing lilt to his tone is indication enough that the next words out of his mouth aren’t going to be helpful. His eyebrows move suggestively as he whispers, “I know a way to warm you up.”

“Does it involve giving me your jacket?”

He laughs, “You definitely won’t need a jacket…or any clothes for that matter.”

Not even his sly words can quell the unbearable coldness settling in the depth of your bones. Huffing, you wrench your hand out of his hold in favour of rubbing your bare arms. From the corner of your eye, you spot the younger Haitani in deep conversation with Kakucho.

“Haitani!” You shout, and he tilts his head to face you, “Can I borrow your jacket?”

His face scrunches in confusion, eyes flickering between you and Sanzu as he wordlessly follows through with your request. Immediately, the familiar presence of your boyfriend looms over you in full force, his aura menacing. His suddenly harsh voice makes you jump, “Put that back on Haitani.”

And before you can pull away and protest, a heap of material is dumped on your head. It’s warm, cosy and smells like shoe-polish and gunpowder…like him. Every whiff makes your heart stutter as you bask in his scent. As soon as you adorn the expensive garment, your hand is held hostage once again, but this time in a tighter grip. The warmth of the material seeps in and you sigh contentedly.

“You’re acting like I was about to sleep with him,” you can’t help the growing smile on your face but knowing his easily jealous nature, you squeeze his hand in firm reassurance.

He grumbles under his breath, but as soon as you press a gentle kiss to his cheek, the nasty scowl melts and he’s once again putty in your hands.

“You play dirty baby.”

And it’s true. You do.

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bluerskiees · 1 year

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Y/n and Sanzu getting caught in a typical bonten mess unexpectedly.

Sanzu: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Y/n: I think you mean cards.

Sanzu, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

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xalhaau · 1 year

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How They Reacted After You Announced ‘ I’m Pregnant.’

Ft : Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Rindou Haitani, Kakucho Hitto.

Tw : afab reader, mentions of panic attacks, usage of a g4n, trauma, pregnancy tests ofc.

note : im not really sure how obgyn’s work totally so if it doesnt make sense, sorry.

Ran Haitani— Calm but crying internally.

He literally was pale for at least a good minute or two, this man was horrified, not in a bad way but not in a good way yk? Ran was trying real hard not to just pass out due to the shock, this dude isn’t ever known for getting shocked, he’s the most nonchalant person you could know but he was actually having a panic attack, yep.

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“ Ran, i’m pregnant.”

He was actually enjoying his coffee until he spat on his new crisp suit when you said that, thanks to you. Ran had to look you in the eyes to make sure your lying or not until you shoved the pregnancy test up into his face, “ What..” He wasn’t disappointed since he knew this would come sooner or later but right now.?

For goodness sakes, he was so busy with his life currently, could he even handle a child? Ran was currently stuck in a whirlpool of thoughts about the future and this child until your voice poled through his thoughts “ Um hello, earth to Ran?” He shot his head towards your eyes as you sighed, “ I know your life is really busy as of right now but I wanted to keep the child even if it would be hard to raise, what do you think?” Tapping nails on the table as the mans mouth was left agape from shock as he was deep in thought “ Are you being serious?” Nodding your head towards the Bonten executive, “ I mean.. this is a big change, you know. We’ll get through it together though.” A shaky smile was sent towards you.

This played a big part for Ran since he never really grew up with a father figure much less a mother figure in his and Rindou’s life due to them walking out at a young age to fend for themselves on the streets of Japan. Though, this decision was a new level of mature, he was for sure not to regret this life changing moment.

Sanzu Haruchiyo— Shocked and confused.

Mf would probably ask “ How!?!” As if he wasn’t apart of it LMFAO, would definitely leave the house and go do Bonten business for at least like a day and then come home to you apologizing on his knees, for sure. He’d be scared for the child in your tummy since he was never loved as a child obviously but with a little comfort and a lot of reassurance from you, he was okay. ( He’d probably get drunk and would come home.)

—

“ Haruchiyo, I think we need to talk.”

Your boyfriend stared at you cluelessly thinking he was in trouble, literally, as a deep sigh was heard from you “ I’m pregnant.” silence “ And, im keeping the baby.” Sanzu looked like his eyes were about to gouge out “ What, how?!” He raged out.

To be quite honest, he’s never imagined having kids due to his traumatic childhood.

He looked for any signs of you lying and obviously couldn’t find any as you handed the pregnancy test to him, Sanzu was visibly shaking and then stood up abruptly, grabbing his pistol on the coffee table and walked out with his keys, jacket, and of course, his infamous bottle of pills.

…

It had literally been over three days and no signs of Sanzu were tracked, of course you didn’t want to contact any Bonten members due to the fact, you didn’t even have their numbers.

You read the digital clock on the coffee table that Sanzu’s pistol was once on three days ago, 11:37, you sighed and tied up your hair as you locked the front door of the penthouse and closed the door of your bedroom, getting ready for bed.

Drifting into a sleep until you heard the front door open as you jumped up and locked the bedroom door, you grabbed the gun inside of the small safe under Sanzu’s night stand and hid in the corner of the generously large room.

Lazy footsteps could be heard through the hallway as you prepared for the worst scenarios despite the fact that you lived on the 73rd floor in a penthouse, dumb you.

With a rattling door handle, you gripped the gun and turned the safety off while putting your finger on the trigger, “ Break down the door and i’ll shoot through the door!” You yelled towards the intruder as the door handle stopped moving as adrenaline flew through you.

It was quiet, very quiet until you heard a stutter “ S me princess, ‘m sorry for leavin..” A very slurred and obviously drunk Sanzu was currently apologizing as the adrenaline rush stopped.

You opened up the safe and locked the pistol back up as you unlocked the door, finding a sight you’ve never seen before.

Sanzu was currently on his knees with hazy, teary eyes as you could hear soft sniffles from him with a couple tears running down his cheeks, “ M’ so sorry.” He slurred out with a reek of alcohol that was very clear on his clothes and in his mouth.

Rindou Haitani— Found out before you could tell him.

As cliche as it sounds, he found out before you could tell him. You were probably cooking dinner and he went to use the guest bathroom instead, due to the fact, it was literally the closest to the kitchen. I just know he found the test on the counter and had a whole question mark above his head and contemplated whether to ask you about it or not, which he did ofc. ( definitely the most chill out of all of them.)

—

“ I’m home!”

Keys jangled with the sounds of sizzling vegetables on a pan with footsteps of fancy dress shoes as Rindou took off his shoes from work, taking off all his layers of clothing and neatly folding it to pick it up after dinner.

You were cooking dinner as Rindou sneaked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and peeking from behind your shoulder to see what was for dinner as you smiled at him.

You had just gotten home from work around an hour ago and ran to the store to get a pregnancy test which you took in the guest bathroom since you knew Rindou wouldn’t find it because he never uses the guest bathroom, much to your suspicions, all of the tests you took were all positive. (yay for you)

Rindou walked away from you as you glanced at him and returned back to cooking, “ I’m gonna use the bathroom, be right back.” He winked at you with a chuckle as you sautéed the vegetables.

Closing the restroom door as he walked inside the bathroom, a couple pregnancy tests were present on the counter as he picked one up, looking it front to back and then looked at the lines, 1 line and.. 2 lines.

He shoved it into his pocket and went about his restroom business, obviously.

Rindou walked up towards you as you were already putting both plates on the table as you sat down, smiling at Rindou as he sat down, giving you the signature Haitani smirk.

You grabbed a fork, munching onto the homemade food you made as Rindou just stared at you, “ What are you staring at , Rindou?” You looked up at your fiancé as he shrugged “ Nothing.” Nodding as you began eating once more.

Pulling out the pregnancy test that he stuffed inside his pocket, he held it up “ Whats this.?” At such a surprise, you choked on your food as Rindou handed you water while internally face palming himself due to your obvious clumsiness.

You let out a giggle and looked into Rindou’s eyes, “ You know what it is, Haitani.” A grin could be seen on your face “ Confident, coming from someone who just choked on their food.” A shared laugh was heard at the dining table.

Kakucho Hitto— Happy and excited.

It was actually a planned pregnancy, so no, your child was not an accident literally. You and Kakucho were actually in a good place and have been trying for a couple months now and you guys both found out at the same that you were currently 7 weeks pregnant, this man will make lists about everything he needs to buy for when you deliver the baby which definitely isn’t soon.

—

“ Are you ready to go, babe?”

Kakucho was currently carrying a notepad along with a black pen, checking down everything on his list to make sure nothing is forgotten when you guys go to the doctors after trying for a little while.

paperwork holder

photo frame

tote bag

snacks ( must need )

a couple drinks

If you couldn’t tell, he was excited as he put the tote bag on his shoulder along with two jackets, one for him and one for you, while grabbing keys to the family BMW car.

He bought a whole SUV just for the future baby, no matter how hard it was to get pregnant.

…

Like a gentleman, Kakucho held your hand proudly and rubbed your hand with his thumb as you guys waited for the doctor to call you guys into a room as you meekly fidgeted with Kakucho’s hand nervously.

“ Mr and Mrs. Hitto?”

You guys got up as Kakucho carried the tote bag and your purse, holding your hand while being side by side with you, marching behind the doctor like a proud soldier of his country.

Laying down on a table, you shivered at the cold gel onto your stomach as the doctor moved the ultrasound transducer on your belly as she looked around inside your stomach, searching for any signs of life until she paused and looked at her screen, seeing a tiny fetus, the size of 3/8 of a grape.

She looked up towards you and smiled “ Do you see what I see, ma’am?” You nodded as you looked towards Kakucho, he was currently shocked, mouth agape as you chuckled at him.

#sanzu haruchiyo fluff #angst with a happy ending #angst to comfort #sanzu haruchiyo #ran haitani fluff #ran haitani #rindou haitani #rindou fluff #haitani brothers #kakucho hitto #kakucho fluff #pregnancy #headcannons

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littleoanh · 2 years

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Hello beautifullllll! I Saw that request were open and we both know I can't help myself. Your writing is so addicting!

Anway! This a simple little fluff idea! Reader has a child and bonten executives constantly spoiling the child much to readers demise?

Hope you Monday went well!

A/N: Hello my love!!! Aww you are such a sweetheart ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ. This is a really cute idea! I hope you don't mind, I added a bit of a flare. My Monday was crazy busy but glad it’s done and over with. Hope you enjoyed your birthday darling!!

Sweetest Gifts

Warnings: Reader is a single mother, bringing daughter (5 years old) to go to the Bonten’s office, daughter being spoiled by the executives in different ways, pure fluff, and a small spoiler from manga.

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“Wahhh, this is a big building mommy.” Hana, your five year old daughter, admires the Bonten’s Headquarters. “How do you know where to go?” You hold onto her tiny hand, walking across the lobby, heading towards the elevator. This is your first time bringing your daughter to work with Mikey’s permission. Your usual babysitter is out sick and you weren’t able to find someone on such short notice. Feeling grateful for allowing you to bring Hana, you stopped by a bakery place and grabbed a dozen dorayaki (since it’s Mikey’s favorite).

“Mommy worked here for a long time, so she knows where to go.” Getting on the elevator, you use your elbow to press the top floor. You feel a bit nervous, not sure how everyone is going to react when they meet your daughter for the first time. None of them have children of their own, so you’re not sure if they would feel a bit awkward around her. The elevator dings, opening the door. Surprisingly enough, all the executives are waiting by your desk, turning their attention to the both of you.

“Is this the little princess?” Ran is the first to greet, crouching down to meet Hana’s eyes. “What’s your name, princess?” Hana looks up at you, wondering if it’s okay and you nod.

“I’m Hana! Mommy and I brought doriyakis.”

“Dorayakis.” You help her with the pronunciation. “Please have some.” Setting the box down on a nearby table for them to take. “Hana chan, these are mommy’s bosses.” Introducing all of them to her and they all either smile or give her a nod while grabbing dorayakis.

“May I pick her up?” You are surprised Ran is being so thoughful, asking for your permission.

“Sure, if she wants to be picked up.” Ran looking back at Hana with a kind smile on his face.

“Would you like for me to carry you, princess?” Hana’s eyes sparkle with excitement and nod with enthusiasm. Ran scoops her up in his arms, her eyes go wide, seeing and feeling the height difference.

“Wahhhh, I’ve never been this high before. I can even see mommy’s head.” You laugh softly and Ran chuckle at her comment.

��Yes, I can always see your mommy’s pretty little head.” You are amazed how well Ran is interacting with your daughter. “Shall we go play, princess?”

“Let’s go!!!”

Absolutely adores Hana, she has the cutest face, and loves picking her little body up. Having her to hold onto him tightly.

He never wishes it out loud, but he wants to have children one day. He imagines what it would be like if he had his own little princess to spend time with.

Hearing her cute laughter warms his heart.

His phone will have so many cute selfies of with her

His way of spoiling Hana is quality time - giving her his full attention and doing anything Hana wants to do

Feels awkward around Hana only because he doesn’t know how to entertain kids. It’s not like he has younger siblings or family to take care of.

Ran was the only reason why he got to talk with Hana more by playing Rich Man Poor Man. He notices Ran is purposely losing so Hana could outrank him. Not Rin though. What’s the point of shielding her? Rin needs to show tough love.

Hana is impress how good Rin is and teases Ran for being a bad card player

They totally tag team and make fun of Ran

His way of spoiling Hana is also quality time - playing card games and listening to appropriate pop music with his headphones

Finds Hana adorable and purchases a lot… I MEAN, A LOT OF DRESSES AND JEWELRY

He has Hana try on many cute dresses and accessories for her. He enjoys dressing her up like a little princess doll.

Hana finds Koko to be very pretty and wants to dress him up too though the dresses don't fit, but earrings will have to do.

He likes having her sitting on his lap while checking work emails and she is playing with his white silky hair

His way of spoiling Hana is gift giving - obviously buying her a whole new wardrobe

Like Rin, he also feels a little bit awkward around children. Even though Takeomi had him watch after Senju a lot when he was younger, he always got scolded for turning Senju into a tomboy. He didn’t want to accidentally do that to Hana.

Finds Hana walking around with Koko and notice her shoelaces are untied

Oddly enough his paternal instincts kicked in, he stops them and kneels down to tie her shoelaces and scolds Koko for not paying attention.

He freezes up when he feels her tiny hands on his scars, until she calls him and his “diamonds” pretty. Completely filled his heart with warmth.

His way of spoiling Hana is act of service - bringing her anything she wants and making sure she is in a safe environment

He feels neutral around Hana - he too doesn’t spend a lot of time with children

Hana spots him, asking him if he could bend over because she needed to tell him something.

She asked Mochi if she could sit on his shoulders because his shoulders look so strong. You best believe he was flustered.

Did he follow through with it? Of course he did, how could he say no? He parades her around the office with Hana sitting on his shoulders.

His way of spoiling her is act of service - he wants to do anything to make her happy

Like Koko, he finds Hana adorable, she’s a ball of energy and positivity but he’s too shy to approach her

After Mochi parades Hana around the office, he finds Hana’s hair is a bit messy.

Asked for her to sit on his lap so he could fix her pigtails

When he finishes, she asks if she could braid his hair. Like Mochi, how could he say no? He leans forward and has her braid his hair and ties it with strawberry hair ties.

His way of spoiling her is act of service - he doesn’t know how to say no to her

Like Mochi, he is neutral around Hana - of course he has little siblings like Sanzu and Senju but he wasn’t exactly the best father figure.

Finds Hana using crayons for her coloring book alone at the your desk

Hana sees him staring and invites him to color with her, he sighs but comes to sit with her. She gives him her doe eyes and hands crayons for him to color.

Noticing the brand of the crayon quality is bad, he orders more high quality crayons.

His way of spoiling her is gift giving - he wants to make sure she have high end quality items

Just like Mochi and Takeomi, he’s neutral around Hana - he doesn’t have experience in taking care of another human being let alone… a child

Stepping into his office, he feels something was off … he narrows his eyes into the room for whoever is in his office to come out

All he hears is a cute laughter and his eyes widened in surprise, he walks around his desk to find Hana hiding under there, she squeals “You found me!”

Offers to walk her back to your desk, Hana asks if she can hold his hand and when he asks why… she said it’s because he looks sad and that holding hands always makes her happy.

His way of spoiling her is physical touch - though his face doesn’t show it, holding her tiny hand did make him feel loved for a moment.

“Hana?” It’s near the end of the day, you know she has been spending time with all of the executives but now, she is nowhere to be found. “Hana?” You call out to her again, still nothing. You check the executive’s offices but they were empty which is also strange. They shouldn’t have any missions today. Walking around the hall, you eventually hear noises from the conference room. Opening the door, “Hana?”

“Hi, mommy!” Widening the door more, you are speechless with the scene. The conference room is turned into a huge tea party like Alice in Wonderland and random pillow forts. The Bonten executives (with the exception of Mikey) are no longer wearing their usual suits. They are wearing colorful medieval attires. For some reason, Sanzu, Koko, and Rin are wearing dresses and donning tiaras along with Hana.

“What… um… What is going on? And why are you three dressed like this?”

“Princess Hana invited all of us to her tea party.” Rin has origami paper in his hand, trying to make something out of it.

“Princess Hana also said there’s too many princes and need more princesses.” Koko is passing out desserts around the table.

“Princess Hana said we’re beautiful and bestowed us with tiaras.” Sanzu politely takes a sip out of his teacup with his pinky sticking up.

“I see…” Not sure how to react to this, you could have never imagined, Hana, with the executives all wrapped around her little finger. You also couldn’t believe they went through all this trouble to spoil your daughter with this much attention and so many gifts.

“Mommy, this is for you.” Hana comes up to you while holding a crown in her tiny hands. You crouch down to be on her eye level.

“Why is this crown different from yours and the others?” She has the biggest smile on her face.

“Because mommy is the queen and this is for your honor.” Your eyes widen with surprise, looking at the executives, they all have warm smiles on their faces. Your heart melts, knowing your daughter did this for you.

“Would you bestow this crown for me?” You softly smile at her, she nods enthusiastically. Bending your head down for her to place the crown on your head before standing back up with Hana taking your hand.

“All hail Queen Mommy!” The room erupts with cheers, letting the real tea party begin.

[End]

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sweetbbyshion · 2 years

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Hi Kora!!!

For the prompts can I do Sanzu #51 and Ran #91 please?

Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Ask game!! I'm doing the other one separately

Wounds

-> Haruchiyo Sanzu x Reader (no pronouns used)

characters: Haruchiyo Sanzu

warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, pet names (sweetheart once)

It's 4:47am when there's a loud bang on the door. You get startled and almost fall out of bed with the sudden noise. You grab your phone from the bedside table and see 5 texts from your boyfriend to let you know that he was coming over. Ah, then it must be him almost punching your door. You decide to hurry and go open the door when another loud bang echoes through the apartment and you don't feel like hearing complaints from your neighbors again.

When you open the door, Sanzu is standing there, smiling brightly with a cigarette dangling from his lips, his face all bruised and bloody.

“Took you long enough, sweetheart.”

You give him space to walk inside and he promptly sits on your couch, legs spread, one arm on the backrest of the couch. His head drops back as his free hand lights up the light pink lighter that you gifted him months ago. You grab an ashtray and place it on the coffee table in front of him before going to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. You're tired and can barely keep your eyes open but you can't go back to sleep without checking your reckless boyfriend’s wounds first.

He pats his leg when he sees you, signaling for you to sit on his lap. You sigh and decide to not deny his request or he would become whiny and you can't deal with that right now. He’s gentleman enough to not blow the smoke directly into your face, turning his face slightly to the side when he lets the smoke out. You carefully grab his chin to keep his face in place as you bring a wet cloth to his face to clean the wounds. Sanzu’s eyes are attentively watching your moves and you feel a bit shy under the intense stare.

“You need to be more careful.” you murmur, applying cream on his bruised cheek.

“I’m always careful. You should've seen the other guy.”

You scowl and poke the wound on his cheek, making him let out a hiss as he grabs your wrist to keep your hand away from his face. You take a look at his knuckles and let out a sigh as you see the red spots littering the hands you love to hold. You dip a cotton ball in alcohol and bring it to his hand, completely ignoring his cries of “you're being mean. It hurts!”. He leans over to kiss your forehead, perhaps as a thank you or maybe just because he felt like it. Either way, it made you smile a bit even though you tried to stop it. You were supposed to be mad at him and at how reckless he can be.

“Hey.” he calls for you. “At least I didn’t break any laws.”

“I wouldn't be so sure, Haru.”

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b0nten · 1 year

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POLAROIDS & CIGARETTES

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ them finding out you have a polaroid of you in your phone case

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ ran sanzu and hakkai being goofy

hakkai

bro is SO excited

literally the happiest man alive

he just wanted to see what the time was and next thing he knew he was hit by a sudden rush of euphoria, happiness and everything positive

my guy looked at you like you had just commited the BIGGEST, MOST SINFUL crime ever

“what’s wrong, hakkai?”

“are you REALLY asking that 🤨?”

“….”

“UR PHONE CASE IS SO CUTE☺️☺️!!!”

and then he kisses you

literally so wholesome

would URGE you to take another pic for him to keep in his phone case.

boy adores showing you off

speaking about showing you off,,

i think his photo would be REAAAAAALLY similar to yours or maybe even a re-enacted version of yours

matchy king

the photo is of you two on your anniversary, at tokyo disneyland. it’s so pretty — the sky is dark and there’s fireworks dancing on it, and the castle’s towering behind you. you and hakkai are wearing matching mickey and minnie mouse ears and you’re holding a giant koala plushie that the won for you at an arcade. it’s the most beautiful picture ever, especially because you’re both laughing and oozing out that same happy energy through the photo!

ran

ALSO SO EXCITED

HE’S SOOOOO SMUG ABOUT IT TOO

like “what’s that you got there. y/n😏?”

“oh, this?” you lift your phone and show him the back “it’s a polaroid we took when we went to West Walk”

unlike hakkai, he doesn’t keep a polaroid in his phone case, only because he tried to but somehow lost it :(

he likes to show it off SO MUCH THO

like, when he’s with friends every 10 minutes he’s like “btw did you see this cute pic of me and my queen?”

LOVE THAT FOR HIM

get urself a man like ran

the photo is one of you in a bigass fitting room in saint laurent, looking SO extra.

bonus: you actually have two polaroids, the second being one of you two fooling around in a department store.

the picture is of you two, and you’re sitting in a cart, while he’s the one pushing it.

also, both of them are SURELY mirror pics. i will not argue or elaborate.

another bonus:

years later, when he works for bonten, he comes up randomly to you and tells you to get dressed. then, he takes you to West Walk into YSL and you guys take photos like the two cuties that you are. then, he tells you to put it in your phone case. before you leave, you have him unknowingly recreate the department store photo that he STILL doesn’t know of.

sanzu

first things first

let me start by describing the polaroid

your polaroid consists of a drunk, blurry selfie you took with your boyfriend when the two of you had one too many drinks.

he’s leaning against a brick wall on the street, struggling to light a cigarette. he’s got one leg propped up, the other fully out in the street, and his white hair is messy. he looks so grumpy too 🥹🥹

then, in the opposite corner, there’s you! your face is so zoomed in and blurry but your contagious smile ia still noticeable, through the crinkle of your eyes and very very stretched skin around the mouth from how hard you’re smiling (since the mouth can’t even be seen)

i think it’s cute

actually really cute

he’s not really of the same opinion as i

but that’s ok! we don’t care!

“ Y/NNNNN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKKKK”

^ his first reaction

then he actually started panicking

“what if your parents see this?”

“my parents live an ocean and plenty of kilometers away”

“YEAH BUT STILL”

you try to reassure him that the picture is very nice and you’ve actually gotten a lot of compliments on it

“PEOPLE REALLY SAW IT????” now he wants to crawl into a hole and die

almost goes into septic shock when mucho sees the picture and points out that it represents your guys’ dynamic pretty darn good (doesn’t say anything bad or laughs maliciously, genuinely think it’s cute)

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geltears · 2 years

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time keeper

(kantou) Sanzu Haruchiyo x Reader

Sanzu really likes picnics with you, or just you // suggestive, college au

Sanzu likes to think it started when he coincidentally found you sitting on his bench— y’know the one he often wanders out of class to and it’s always always empty when he gets there because everyone knows it’s Sanzu Haruchiyo’s bench (well, everyone except you) but he figured he’d make an exception of you, once he caught on to the not-so-concerned look in your eye. He thinks it’s more or less yours now, though, because most days, when gets there, he needs only to catch a whiff of your perfume and he knows to forgo his cigarettes.

But yes, it must’ve started there. Or was it when he first acknowledged your presence in class and in the split second that your eyes met, he decided then and there that he would speak to you, and you , who held his stare a second longer than most do, (he’s sure) made up your own mind to ‘entertain’ him?

It’s days like these when he whispers some excuse to Mikey (and though Manjiro recognizes the essence of his contentment), he lets him go. Days when the first thing he does before turning the corner is whistle, in a tone that’s much softer and fragile than the way he usually speaks to any and everyone, and only when he hears the soft clicking of that dumb thing you do with your pen, does he click his tongue and proceed— why else would he go there anyway? You look up first, of course, from whatever book it is that’s caught your attention this week and the first thing you do is zero in your stare on his scars. Sanzu only pauses for half a second so as to give you a moment— see if you’re going to reach out and touch them like he’s sure you’re dying to do.

He catches the brief moment when your brows crease and you pinch your tongue between your teeth as you decide that you won’t, not this time. “It’s cold,” goes his whisper as he sits. You hope he doesn’t notice when you tense your arm as he fully adjusts himself onto the bench before unwrapping his own scarf from his neck, to just slightly lean over and wrap it neatly around your neck instead (in that way that he’s noticed you usually do but of course, would never admit that he— Sanzu Haruchiyo— notices or cares about these things).

You only nod slightly and he decides to take this opportunity to lean a little closer, peer at your book over your shoulder. No, he’s not interested— in your book— but he thinks he can stay close for a little longer like this and well, you don’t mind.

“Ok then, ready to go?”

And when you finally look again, slyly press your thumb to your cheek to find that your skin’s cooled down, Sanzu’s on his feet with his hand extended to you (gloveless, of course, because he’s always got to prove that it’s not that cold but you notice his slight shiver and when you do take his hand, opt to lean into his side a little more so as to afford him some body heat). The short walk is to his car of course (always his car, never yours). He finds humor in your persistence to walk to this bench that’s now become your meeting spot. It’s better to walk, you always tell him, as if it isn’t in the complete opposite wing from your dorm. He doesn’t mind though, all of it. He doesn’t mind the sweet little air fresheners that you consistently hang and change in his car— he’s grown to love the tropical scented one but no, he’ll never admit that. And he certainly doesn’t mind your soft sigh when you look over at the picnic basket in his back seat.

It’s in this same car— front and back seat— that he’s had you spread for him many times before. He recalls sometime last week (you’d had a bad day) when your eagerness shocked him as you leaned over and sucked him off right there, mid drive but oh, he didn’t mind. The blowjob itself, even more the orgasm, was mind shattering. Though, this time it's just you he's focusing on-- and your mouth that he likes so much. As he watches you slightly lean to hook the new air-freshener onto his mirror, it's just your mouth, as you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth and slightly chew (not enough to tear) just that way you always do when you're nervous. And then when the next time you lean it's towards him, to tilt your head and kiss his scar-- the one on the right (always the one on the right first) and then the one on the left--, it's your mouth again, the faint scent of cherry that he recognizes from the chapstick he gave you however long ago.

He wonders if you really liked it that much or is it just him?-- that you liked?

"Strawberries?" is the next thing he hears you say but he's sure he missed a couple words or two while he was..zoning out. "Strawberries. The brand you told me you liked," he hums softy but no, Sanzu Haruchiyo would never remember these silly little things about a girl-- especially about a girl. He waits for a minute while you inspect the picnic basket, and watches for any sign of discomfort on your face, a gasp or a scolding because well, it's you and no one else (besides for Manjiro) could ever scold him.

This brand is so expensive, he expects you to say with that barely-visible wrinkle in your brow that his straying eyes always, always spot. You only smile, however, contentedly and lean over again for what you swear will be the last time before you can go and in the split second when he feels the warmth of your body fan over his skin, he lets his eyes flutter closed-- god forbid anything occur-- to savor the soft, square kiss on his lips.

Maybe, just maybe, Sanzu does remember silly things about a certain girl and only this certain girl.

Ao3

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oddshroom · 10 months

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❥ 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜.

Sometimes distractions are needed to get attention

♡ ʀɪɴᴅᴏᴜ ʜᴀɪᴛᴀɴɪ

The screen of the computer was quite blinding. You couldn’t understand how he could stare at it for such a long time without it burning his eyes or maybe your eyes were worse. It was hard to tell. But either way, the brightness of the screen made it extremely difficult for him to pay attention to you, therefore wanting to take matters into your own hands. Slowly getting up, as you trailed over to where he was sitting, you place your hands on his shoulders, pressing down slightly.

Taking away his attention from the screen, he looks up at you wondering how long you had been in his room for. He watches as you dip down all while moving his blonde locks from his face, and gently kiss him, just as gentle, Rindou closes his eyes and kisses you back. After a moment, you pull away and lean against him again, wrapping your arms around his neck while he hugs you tightly. He pulls you closer by the waist, burying his face in your hair, breathing you in with relief. He didn’t know how much he had been stressing or why he wasn’t saying anything. However right now, he didn’t mind the distraction.

♡ ꜱʜɪɴɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ ꜱᴀɴᴏ

Laying on the couch you watched as the black haired man practically fell on top of you, a tired smile adorning his face. He shuffled around before he finally settled into your lap, cuddling up to you with his head resting against your chest. You felt a warmth spread through your heart when you saw how happy he was just laying there, looking so peaceful and relaxed. His eyes were closed while he nuzzled deeper into your body.

It couldn’t be helped but to bring your hand to caress his face, stroking his soft locks softly. It only made him snuggle even more closer to you. Your fingers danced over the hair skin that covered his face until they reached his lips, brushing it lightly. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss onto his upper lip. As you pulled back his onyx eyes fluttered open and he looked up at you with pure affection. His gaze softened, before pulling you down once again. This time his lips brushed yours gently, and you reciprocated the action, leaning towards him to deepen the kiss.

♡ ʜᴀʀᴜᴄʜɪʏᴏ ꜱᴀɴᴢᴜ

The blue eyed male had been visiting you today for about half an hour now. You were surprised he came especially without his mask, most times it would be you who would visit him. Currently he was helping you bake some treats for you both to enjoy later, secretly glancing at him every now and then you looked at the two diamond scares at the corners of mouth. Something he would hide from everyone, even you on most occasions.

You took out the first batch of dough you baked and put in a new batch inside the oven. Your boyfriend stood beside you with his arms crossed while looking at the clock. You couldn't help but notice how pretty he had looked in the moment with his pink hair gathered into a ponytail, with strands of hair framing the sides of his face perfectly. Seeing as you glanced at him, he stared right back as if to tell you to come closer. Shifting your body towards him, he brings out his hand to tilt your head upwards. Taking in your features he places his lips on yours. It wasn’t much, but you melted into the soft feeling of his lips against yours. After a couple seconds he pulls away leaving you slightly dazed and flustered. “The cookies seem to have turned out well”, he says casually eating one not minding your flustered state.

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p-antomime · 2 years

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Pearls.

𖨂 wc: 3,3K.

𖨂 content + warnings: 14+, including: just some swearing, hints of angst and also a lot of fluff.

𖨂 pairings: eros!haitani rindō x nymph!f!reader x apollo!sanzu haruchiyo.

ㅤα. final chapter! ┊α. masterlist. ┊α. taglist!┊α. prev. chapter!

First, Rindou went to the Moirai hill to make sure that your life thread was intact and the three sisters, already knowing the reason for his coming, simply showed the thread vibrating more than ever before receiving a satisfied smile from him. All as he wanted in parts, for now. And in the background, the God of Love returned to Olympus without bothering to clarify his whereabouts for the past few days to his brother who stopped him in the middle of the hallway.

His first stop was his mother's blessing room and the only thing he took there, asking permission and revering only the matriarch's memory since she was absent, was a pearl necklace from Cyprus. The second was the door to the Circle of Memories of Artemis expecting her to be inside, information that came to his attention when he heard something stirring inside the room.

Three knocks were enough for him to hear a muffled "Come in" and the next second he was entering one of the few rooms on Olympus that he had never set foot in.

— Excuse me? — He asked, and Artemis looked over one shoulder at him.

As always, she looked untouchable and stupendous. With the same lighter pink hair as her older brother's falling across her angelic face like a cascade of pearls that hid her true lethal nature as a Goddess.

— To what do I owe the honor of having you visit me, Eros? — Her voice was soft and Rindou caught in the air an energy of one who needed to proceed with caution; the same energy that usually surrounded Athena also surrounded Senju at the moment.

— I, in fact, come to bring news that I believe will interest you.

— The last person who brought me news did not leave in a very good mood. — She answered, turning to face him and looking at him curiously. — But go ahead, tell me.

A small smile appeared on his lips and, for the first time in months, a genuine laugh of mocking derision reached Senju's ears. It was Rindou who was laughing as he rattled his mother's pearl necklace before putting it away in his pocket.

— 'M sorry, Your Majesty, I don't usually mock girls, let alone goddesses, but unfortunately sometimes I act without much thought, it's in my blood. — He shrugged and crossed his arms before taking on a more severe countenance. — Did you really think you were going to win this fight with Haruchiyo?

— Didn't I already do that? — She answered, without questioning how he knew about it; after all, keeping secrets in Olympus was difficult.

— Who knows, right? — Rindou replied, running his hands through his hair and smiling sideways. — But, Senju, I want to tell you something serious 'n I hope you won't forget it so soon. — He walked to the front of the other goddess and stopped face to face with her, Senju could feel that if his gaze were arrows, she would be dead long seconds ago. — If you touch her again, be it a strand of hair, be it a fingernail, be it any shit, including having someone touch her, I won't be as charitable as Haruchiyo was to you because you are his little sister, understand? He doesn't have the guts to disgrace and ruin your life, but I do, and plenty of it. — His smile widened a little more and although her heart was beating as fast as it could, Senju didn't falter in her firm stance for a second. — I won't tell you how we get her back from the dead, but I'll tell you that now she isn't your property anymore, she's free from your sick shit and, if you try to make any harm to her, the trouble you're going to have is with my mom, but we both don't want this to happen, right?

The last part was not true. He still hadn't organized this part of the plan properly, but in any case, Haruchiyo's sister didn't need to know.

— Why do–

He interrupted her.

— It doesn't matter why. The point is: we both don't want you to have to marry a winged serpent like Psyche, do we? — His tone took on a threatening character and Senju couldn't believe that Rindou was really trying to threaten her of all people and gods.

— Watch you fucking mouth with me, Son of Aphrodite. Who do you think you are, huh? Talking like this to a Major Goddess? — She put a hand on his chest and pushed him away slightly with a weak shove.

— You've already answered your own question, I am the son of Aphrodite. And, because of that, your heart is on my hands and it’d be so sad if I had to use my arrows against someone I care for so much, y’know I care for you very much, don't you, Senju? — Rindou shrugged and ran his tongue over his lips. — I like you very much, but you had the misfortune to cross the path of a girl I love even more than I love myself. And, well... that's what love is all about, isn't it? About luck, misfortune... — He turned away to walk back to the door. — And arrows, of course. — His head turned so that he could look over one shoulder again. — I hope you won't forget our conversation today, I know you have a very good memory.

His smile withdrew, only to slowly fade and give way to a serious countenance. A bitter taste of mild fear slowly infected Artemis' mouth, but there was no response: they both knew that Rindou was more serious than he had ever been in his entire life before, and a goddess was left behind in that room swallowing dryly and trying to calm her own heart that was out of sync with yours, which was being cared for by Kokonoi in the same white room you had been in days before.

— Is that better? Your throat, I mean. — He said, taking the magical hot towel from around your neck and examining it for the suture marks that had been there before.

— Mhm! I think so. I don't feel it hurting inside anymore. — You replied with a beaming smile before looking at Haruchiyo leaning over a chair beside your bed with his pink hair falling past his shoulders and his blue eyes shining.

— I don't think there are any side effects coming from the blood of that... — His feline eyes went to Medusa's head which was now back where it belonged. — Horrible thing. So, you can rest completely for the next few days and, if you feel safe enough, you can go back to doing all your Parnassian business as before as early as next week, understand? — You nodded the head before thanking him. — No need to thank me, this is my job! — He opened an amused smile before gathering up the leftover bandages and putting them away.

The time it took Haruchiyo to move his chair closer to your bed to check that everything was okay was about the same time it took Rindou to reach the main door of the medical ward and kick it open to enter the place.

— How's my pretty girl doing?!

— You're so loud. — Kokonoi complained, walking away and watching Rindou roll his eyes as he walked towards your bed and took the pearl necklace out of his pocket.

— I–I'm nice, Rindou. — You said, raising the head to face him as soon as he stopped beside you and stood up.

— Mhm, but you'll be even better with this thing here. — He shook the magic artifact and Haruchiyo, knowing what it was, squinted his eyes.

— Your mom knows that you're stealing things from her?

— Stealing? I didn't steal anything, for your information. Mr. Sun. — Rindou pointed a finger in his direction. — And, if you must know, this necklace is mine as well as hers, so I didn't steal it. — His attention turned back to you, a sideways smile appeared on his lips. — Anyway, pretty thing, since you have died and come back to life, there are a few things we still need to straighten out, such as whether you are devoted to a Goddess. — His hand shook the necklace again. — And that's where this cute little thing comes in, it's a protection necklace that my mother used to wear, but lately she has been lending it to some devotees who need it. My idea is: have you wear it until she makes you official as her new devotee and then you'll automatically be free of anything linking you to Artemis.

Kokonoi and Haruchiyo listened in silence and, as always, you were the first person to open a gentle smile of understanding at Rindou's words. A sense of relief began to build inside you, but it lasted only a short time, only until Apollo opened his mouth.

— You didn't even talk to your mother about accepting a new devotee, did you?

A heavy, irritated sigh coming out of Eros' mouth gave away that the other god was right, and Kokonoi had to stifle a laugh.

— Listen, sunshine, we need to get to one step at the time, okay? And I'm only one God! I can’t do anything alone and by myself and, plus: my mom is absent these days, just like Hecate, so, we may need to wait ‘till her return, but, still, if Y/N wears the necklace, she will still have the protection she needs ‘till everything is finished, it's even a safer plan than the one with Medusa's head.

— Excuse me, Eros. — Who spoke this time was Kokonoi and the three of you looked at him. — If you want to convince your mother to accept all this, you’ll need to have a very good reason and I don't think she will want to be treated as second choice for worship and adoration.

Rindou pretended not to hear his friend's words and leaned toward you before pulling the hair a little away from your neck to place the necklace around it and caress your soft skin there.

A silence fell over the room and you bit the lower lip trying to find a way out of the problem Koko had raised.

Deep in your soul you were feeling that, after the conversation with Hecate near the Underworld, everyone was treating you like a naive and vulnerable girl who couldn't even make her own decisions, much less actively participate in the parts of her life. It was always Rindou or Haruchiyo taking the lead, the former more than the latter, and solving the problems that came up while you watched from afar and hoped the consequences wouldn't be too harsh. And besides, the only person who could really effect a devotee-goddess connection was you, who would be at the other end of it.

No matter how much Eros or Apollo tried to intervene, you would still be the only creature with the possibility to bind that devotion.

— I'll do it. — You spoke too loudly before you finished speaking, and the three of them looked at you without knowing what exactly you were referring to. — If there's anyone who can start and finish the devotion ritual, it's me, since I'm the one who would be his mother's devotee. — Your head nodded to Eros, who gave an embarrassed smile.

— I don't think so– — Haruchiyo began to speak and you denied it with the head, his voice quiet at the same moment.

— You know I'm right, 'Chiyo, in the end, it's a connection between me and her and I’d have to do it alone anyway.

He stared at you for long seconds, looking for some kind of flare of hesitation or anxiety in your eyes, but the only thing left there was determination with a hint of absolute certainty. This was not a silent argument he could win, so slowly his body lifted and a sigh of defeat escaped his lips.

— If you're going to do this, we should find Aphrodite first, shouldn't we?

Rindou already knew to whom they should ask this: the messenger of the gods — meaning that Haruchiyo had gone to Hermes' room to ask where that goddess was and the answer had simply come in the form of "In her capital, 'course!”.

You would need to go to Paphos, but by way of the ocean it would take too long and so Rindou thought it better and safer to send you there using one of the many magic portals scattered around Olympus. And you went through it after having taken a bath in his mom's large bathroom and having put on a red dress with gold details. The last thing you saw was Eros waving at you and Haruchiyo telling you to come back soon and that the portal would stay open until you returned.

As you turned forward, you felt something wet touch your feet and slide between your toes. The salty smell, it’s the sea water surrounding the island where Aphrodite's capital was located and a shy sun illuminated the whole place, all the way to the top of the huge and magnificent main temple that glowed in an almost blinding white. It seemed like a piece of magic, especially since it was the first time you had the privilege of being there.

You walked out of the sea, feeling the small waves almost wet the edge of your dress, and looked around for something to show you where you could enter the main temple. Since it was a non-festive day on the island there was no line of devotees or a large celebration table with food and drink, just a few carefree priestesses finishing up something you thought was reserved for Aphrodite's annual tributes. The possibility of asking them for information was still real, but you preferred not to bother them since you were still the outsider.

The partially warm sand made you relax a bit as the search for the temple entrance continued and, almost as if by a stroke of luck, you saw a small sign indicating that the main entrance hall was to the right of where the portal had let you out. After that, it didn't take long for you to reach it and look around in wonder at the way the Corinthian columns held the place up masterfully and at the way the walls, depending on how you looked at them, seemed to change color from a pearly white to a rosy that reminded you of another god.

There was an altar at the end of the place and when your attention fell on it, you almost felt your heart explode from how fast it beat. She was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, you could see the obvious resemblance between Rindou and her by the long lavender colored hair and the heavenly pulchritudinous face, it seemed you were glimpsing a living painting with an air of elegance and grace that could either cut through your soul or grace you for the rest of eternity. Like love and her son, that goddess was a double-edged knife.

But a double-edged knife that didn't even bother to open her lilac eyes to stare at you as you approached with feet still a little wet from the sea water and head bowed in shy and bashful reverence.

— Excuse me, Your Grace. — You whispered and, because the room was silent, it sounded as if you were speaking loudly.

And yet she did not open her eyes, nor did she move from that enviable throne. The ones who looked at you, in fact, were the two priestesses next to it.

— I... — You had rehearsed absolutely nothing, not in a million years would you have even dreamed of stepping onto Paphos and seeing Aphrodite face to face. — I'd like–

— You didn't kneel. — Her voice cut through the air like a magic arrow and you immediately felt your shoulders tense before you knelt slowly, still with the head down. — Mortals, when they come to meet me, usually know how to act and not act.

— I apologize, Your Grace, it was not my intention to offend you.

— And I see that your intention was also not to present yourself in the correct manner, 'm I wrong?

— I am the daughter of Peneus, god of the rivers, Your Grace, my name is Y/N. — This time Aphrodite's lilac eyes opened wide calmly, but you didn't have the courage to raise the head to check if her attention was on you. — And, if I may be so bold as to speak, I come here with a request to become your devotee.

A morbid silence settled over the place, the only things you could feel were the blood coursing through your temples and the heart beating so fast you had the impression you were about to faint.

— Head up. — She spoke and you immediately raised it to look at her with the most neutral face you could produce. — I may say that I'm surprised, to say the least. — One of your eyebrows rose in confusion. — I never thought I'd see my son's new lovely affair alive, he's been up to a lot of mischief while I was away, hasn't he?

— He... — You started to speak and then suddenly stopped, before swallowing hard and organizing your thoughts a little better. — Helped me a lot, Your Grace, I can say that I am more grateful to him than to any other living person.

— And you should be, for sure. — She replied, looking at you with disinterest. — Looking at you now, I can see that maybe I should have intervened earlier in this whole mess.

— But, still, Your Grace, I believe that the subject at hand should not be your son at the moment, since I am here to deal with personal situations. — You tried to change the subject in the direction you wanted in the least rude way possible and Aphrodite let you continue talking. — If you are aware of your son's actions, you must also know that the past few days have been extremely difficult for me, and... — An unconscious sigh escaped your lips before you continued. — And I know that of all the nymphs in the Parnassus, I am possibly the last one you'd want to have any connection with, since I failed as a devotee of Artemis and paid the price for it, but I came here counting on your mercy and, possibly, good faith and willingness to accept me in this position with the promise not to fail again.

She stared at you for a long second and it was impossible to even assume what was going on in her head, although you could tell who exactly Rindou had pulled some personality traits from. Your knees started to hurt a little and you bit your lip to try to relieve some of the uncomfortable feeling, and just then one hand gestured for you to get up and approach her using the index and middle finger. And you walked over to her until you were only two steps away from her throne.

— Your right wrist. — Aphrodite held up one of her hands and you immediately let your wrist take place over her warm, soft palm. — Do you promise to be loyal t'me even though there are difficult times when your faith will be tested? — The correct answer was: "Without a doubt, Your Grace" and that is exactly what you answered. — And do you promise to remain my devotee even when the worship of the gods by mortals is weakened and almost disappears? Do you promise to remain worshipping me until the end of eternity?

The same answer escaped your lips and the Goddess' thumb pressed against the warm skin of the middle of your wrist, where a burning sensation appeared and almost made you pull it from between her fingers. But when Aphrodite pulled away and you could see some smoke escaping from your skin, the only mark left behind was the outline of a pearly scallop.

You could go back into the arms of her son now that she had given her blessing to be her devotee.

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hoetani · 2 years

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Painting the fence together!

Characters: Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

Warnings: fluff, (1) mention of blood (17+ Blog)

A/n: Was painting my fence the other day and the only way I got through was by romanticising it :’)

➵ RAN HAITANI

The sun beats down against your skin, dehydrating your body like dried mango. It’s been a challenge to convince Ran to paint the fence, he insists he should just pay someone to do it, but it’s your first house together and you want to share this memory with him.

He moans and groans as he trudges around in scruffy joggers and an old top – something he wouldn’t ordinarily be caught dead in, a noticeable pout forming at his lips.

“If we hired someone, we’d still be in bed right now,” he points out, eyeing a patch of grass before plonking down on it.

“No, you’d still be in bed, I’d be doing something else.”

“Touche.”

“Don’t you want to make your darling wife happy?” You tease from across the grassy planes, the tufts are long and strewn – dealing with that would be tomorrows task.

“That’s all I ever want,” he mutters in faux annoyance, but the hidden tones of truth make your heart flutter.

You give him a smile as bright as the sun as you grab your own utensils and set them next to him. It’s a sight to behold, he looks miserable in his little corner, brush in hand as he waits for you.

“I’m going to go and get us some water, then we can start okay?”

Without waiting for his defeated reply, you’re back in the house, filling a pitcher with ice-cold water and grabbing two cups. Your eyes flicker to the lone packet of gummy worms in the cupboard, but ultimately decide against it as they’ll melt.

Heading out with the tray of beverages you call out, “I’m here, let’s start.”

Your eyes widen as your mouth drops open. There, in the very place you left him, Ran had keeled over, snuggling into the grass as soft snores escape his slightly parted lips. A paintbrush clutched tightly to his chest. You’d be mad if he wasn’t so cute!

Heading inside, you look for the decorator’s number, sighing as you call them up.

BONUS

Ran startles awake in the cold garden, the sun has started to set and he’s still clutching the brush. Dropping it to the ground, he looks around only for his mouth to drop open in surprise, the fence was completely painted. His heart clenches at the thought of you slaving over each piece and without any help no less!

He rushes inside only to find you coming out of a freshly steaming shower, this confirms his theory.

“Why did you paint it without me?”

“You were asleep,” you raise an eyebrow, “thought you didn’t want to do it anyway.”

“I didn’t,” he insists, “But I didn’t want you to do it alone either.”

He reaches for your overworked hands, gripping them gently as he applies small amounts of pressure to relieve any pain you may be feeling. The guilt is overwhelming as he guides you to the bedroom and tucks you into bed.

“Whatever you need baby I’ll get.”

➵ RINDOU HAITANI

After lots of convincing – and kisses – you and Rindou take on the task of painting the washed-out fence. You’ve been sweating away under the simmering sun for a while now with good work to show for it.

After finishing your little section, you turn to see how he’s progressing. He’s sat down, knees making soft prints in the grass as he focuses on the bottom halves of the panels. A smile pulls at the corners of your lips at the sight, his tongue pokes out slightly as he finishes with quick and neat strokes. His dedication shines as bright as his sweat as he ploughs through the gruelling task for you.

“Ruff! Ruff!”

Suddenly, a loud growl of a dog sounds out through the other side of the fence. Rin, so focused on the task at hand, startles and falls back, his pupils moving around frantically until he realises there’s no danger.

Your boisterous laugh catches his attention and with narrowed eyes and pursed lips, he gets up from the ground and prowls towards you with purpose. Your heart hammers in your chest as you back away slowly, arms outstretched in surrender.

“Look Rin, we can talk about this –”

He pounces abruptly and you shriek again. The landing is less than graceful and you’ve definitely sustained a few scrapes but his satisfied grin makes it all worth it.

As you both lay on the ground, a mess of paint and limbs, he leans down to press a firm kiss to your lips, his grip on your arms tightening marginally as you return the kiss with overwhelming vigour. You know every time you look out the window and into the garden you’ll be reminded of this very moment – the perfect memory.

➵ SANZU HARUCHIYO

You had one demand for him before you left the house this morning, and when you asked him with such a sweet voice how could he say no?

Haru can you start painting the fence, I’ll finish it off when I come home.

He shoos you away with a promising smile and a kiss to the nose.

He’s way too tired to fulfil your request but he’ll be damned if he lets you take part in the arduous task. Not wanting to let you down, he uses his wit to come up with a plan. A slow smile consumes his face as everything clicks into place.

‘She’s going to be so happy when she gets home,’ he thinks giddily as he surveys the messy garden. The place is scattered with groups of guys, paintbrushes and paint buckets in hand as they work up a sweat. What’s the point of being Bonten’s #2 and having all this power if he isn’t going to use it.

“If my wife ain’t happy, then I ain’t happy,” Sanzu hollers, “So you better do a good job!”

With the extra help it’s not long until the fence is pristine in colour. After allowing them a few seconds to admire their handy-work, he orders everyone to clean up in preparation for your arrival.

“Oh my!” he hears you gasp as you enter the garden, handbag still in hand, “If I’d known we had guests I would have brought food back! Let me bring you all some refreshments for your hard work.”

The guys cheer as Sanzu’s face twists into a scowl. Watching the tired guys perk up at the sight of his wife makes his hand twitch dangerously but he composes himself – he can’t go spilling blood over the newly painted fence, you’d definitely be upset.

“There’s no need baby, they were just leaving!” He says in an overly-friendly manner. They however, understand the threat, opting to assemble out of the garden in a single file line. It’s not long before you’re alone.

The radiant smile that greets his eyes makes his breath hitch. Leaning up, you place a soft kiss on the corner of his lip, directly on his scar, “Thank you Haru.”

A silly smile renders him hopeless, he loves it when his hard work pays off.

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merscylilith · 2 years

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Plushie < love first sight> | Sanzu Haruchiyo

Sanzu Haruchiyo x f!reader

Fluff.

Crimes, headless men, drugs, violence, curse, blood, abusive father

masterlist

Summary : no one would believe how the 2nd command in Bonten being the softest person towards the plushie that gave by a random girl when he on his mission. Crazy.

It was a peaceful late night according to Sanzu. Screaming in fears from the traitors make him feel alive. How can he not, it was so addictive to hear.

Sanzu swing left to right his shiny yet sharped sword in front of the kneeling traitors.

" Oh my, oh my, what an amused sight to end my night. Cant believe had to settle all this down in the street, you fuckers dog " the pink haired man look at them in disgust. He have love-hate relationship with the traitors, love ; to kill them ( the most enjoyable thing he said ), hate ; because the blood of scraps spurt around his demonic grin.

There were no people, except for them. Yeah, them. When he about to swing his katana, " hi ! If you dont mind, would you have this plushie ", Sanzu tilted his head to the girl who wore a cute pink dress with innoccent snile plastered on her face and with awkward gesture on waving her hands. " The fuck this girl up to ? Did she cant read the situation ? ", put his katana down, and walk up towards the girl.

The girl knew who he was and she fucking risk her life just for this thing. But she had no choice. Her father said , " if you saw pink haired man, sell everything to him even by any meant that you got killed which i dont care if you die ", it was not her first time after all.

And here she was

" what a pretty doll doing at time like this ? " the man with diamond shaped scars feels his feeling got stucked in between lucky and terrified. " you can have my plushie, hamster plushie, i-i supposed to sold this, it s-sound crazy but there are good stuff inside it ", you turn down the tune at your last sentence, good stuff, Sanzu rise his eyebrows and look at the annoying hamster's eyes. Oh.

" how much ? Nah , never mind. Take this 5000$ and have a goodnight ", Sanzu pull out the cash that cost more than the stuff that her abusive father forced her to sell the drugs in the red-street of Roppongi, he shoved the money to your hand and took a weird plushie that containts drugs. He bought it because the seller is the cutie , but for now, he doesnt feel like want to get high, the real plaything was right infront of him, kneeled like the worshipped him.

You just stared at the cash and the kneeled men. It was not like you care but pity for them ? Sanzu look at the girl confusely, what else she want, i want to get rid of the fuckers rat. Then, he got an idea, " Little miss, you wanna know what punishment we should give to naughty boys? Not kind if the naughty boys on the bed but - ", he stop talking and swungs his katana to the neck of traitors, one by one. You shocked and feel like your heartbeat stop beating, one of the traitor's head was rolling to your feet, the blood was spurted none stop from the neck. Sanzu laugh like it was normal thing to do, well if you are in criminal organization, that's not something new.

You immediately ran away from there, all the plushie that you bought have been forgotten, left behind at the scenes. Damn, father will kick me to the death. As you still bringing you wobbling legs, Sanzu's manic laugh still echo in your head with the scenes of the man's head flew away. It will took a good decade to forget the picture.

Sanzu just reflecting his smirk towards your figure who try her best to escape from there. Ah, cant even get her name.

Then, his eyes directly lead to the hamster plushie that you accidently left behind by you.

Oh, i knew how.

Now, you are lying on the dirty washroom. All your body was bruises and full of blood. The mimic of your abusive father still stuck on your head. After you came home, you told him all the truth that you face tonight but the abusiver would never care about anything other than money.

You cant afford any energy to cry. The manic laugh, the screaming of headless men and your angry father were echo on your head again and again, everything happened at just one night. You were in your house's washroom, too scared to get out and look at your father's eyes.

Huh, guess what, i have to sneak out again throught the washroom window.

Sanzu took the plushie and oh, he is the infamous criminal, so it was easy for him to track some people, no exception for you.

" Ey, pretty girl kinda a wild . I like it ", he muttering something as his eyes read everything about you carefully and smile playfully, how you were an experienced drugs seller for over 5 years, and stop going to college in order to help your father with his bussiness.

You wanna know ? He hug the hamster plushie, said that he cant forget your shocked cute face. It is not he being obsessive, just a crush that everyone would have. Sanzu has no intention to scare you or make you uncomfortable but he is a loyal mad dog , falling in love in the first sight. He realized what he just said about himself and shake it off. No no no no no, not love.

Then, he smirked again, if love existed that must be you , y/n, as he watched your high school graduation photo.

Your legs betrayed you. Usually, you will hide from your father at the near hideout that 1 km away from the house. You bought it, because the hideout was cheaper than the drugs she sold everyday. Far different from the usually, you heard your name have been called.

"Plushie girl", she saw the wide grin from pink haired man. The man from just now. You didnt asked for death at this moment so,

You were about to make a speed from there but Sanzu definitely faster in action compared to you.

" Not so fast princess. You owe me ", he hold you by grabbing you at the back of your neck , bent down to parallel with your eyes. He flashed his michivious smile. So pretty. Your eyes was definitrly the prettiest.

" I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. LET ME GO ", you were wiggling under his grasp, surely he is stronger than you.

Sanzu straightening his posture and look down to your eyes while he still grab your back neck, " i knew your father is abusive, so...im the kindest and the most wanted man, i will let you stay at my penthouse ", he flashed a prideful smile because he knew his luxury accomodation will make you more comfortable.

" have no choice, do i ? But mister, there were useless with alm the nickname that you just gace yourself if you got a stupid head. IM NOT OWE YOU ANYTHING ", tapped your feet on the ground, hold your tune to not sound direspect towards the criminal that you had just witness slashing people's head.

"Oh, honey. Yes, you do. You owe me your heart ", Sanzu winked his eyes, and without care about your tantrum or confirmation agreement, he took you by forced to follow him until his penthouse.

Like it or not, Sanzu already have an eyes on you. Not a plain eyes but the love he have been craved for.

He will love you and you will love him, he is not forcing you to love him instantly but he will make sure you feel the same as him by grew a love rapidly everyday.

" Baby, where is my hug ? I need a hug before sleep ", he being pouty is your weakness. You rolled yout eyes and threw the towel you have just used to his face. That's was make him screaming like a bitch in heat. " Haru, you are digust me ", you laugh at him. Being with in for almost 4 years, feel like a real heaven.

He rolled his body if you havent wake up yet. He said want to spend all his time with your brightest eyes saw him. Annoying pink haired man, you muttering under your breath but you cant denied, he is a great plushie for you to hug for him to stop rolling. Well, hug is not bad if you wont wake up, he hugged and kiss your sleepy lips passionately but full with love.

He smiled and kiss your nose affectionately, " i love you , baby".

" i love you too, stinkiy husband", he gasped in disbeliefed.

Love in the first sight during the judgement hammer in the red street, is the definitely story he would share and proudly dragging his beautiful love to your both kids and grandchild.

The drug in the plushie still remains untouchable, it for the memories, he said.

Your abusive father ? He want to kill your father but instead, you prefer him being in jail for child abuse, and your words are his command, he would do anything for you.

Sanzu also slowly stop taking drug with your helped. He have another addiction after all, you.

Everytime his executives pay a visit to your both house, the amount of hamster plushie in the living room caught their eyes. And wont stop teasing Sanzu after they knew the owner of the plushie.

" baby girl, look at them. Get mad at them, baby, they make fun of me ", he stomp his feet infront of you. You cant helped but join his executives to tease him. He sulked but dont worry, at night he will make sure you take a punishment, he got that smirked.

When he hold your daughter for the first time on his arms after the doctor pass hisbm daughter to him, he would give the universe to your both. And she's daddy girl.

"She beautiful like you, honey ", he caressing your check and kiss your forehead affectuonately.

As their daughter turns to 4 years old, Sanzu always spoilrd her wuth everything but now, she want " i want that hamster plushie, daddy ", oh how can herefused it.

As he take it for his daughter, he smiled and remember all the memories he had with you, the plushie and love first sight.

I wrote this as everyone have gone to dreamland, it was raining outside. And i just enjoy writing this. Im very sleepy and i felt lile kind rushed to this because my finger got cramped. I will re-do to edit any mistake.night.

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xalhaau · 1 year

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Bucket-List

FT.— Ran Haitani

WARNING(S)— Afab Reader, Angst, Sickness, Mentions Of M4rders, Gangs, Death, Graves, Swear Words.

PS— I got lazy at the end so the ending isn’t that good lol.

“ I’m sorry, Miss L/N.. You are diagnosed with a rare disease which will eventually lead to a terminal illness..”

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You were devastated, who wouldn’t be? Knowing you were gonna die sooner or later didn’t feel so great, you even denied the fact you were terminally ill.

How could you be sick? You were literally living a normal life yesterday and suddenly, your terminally ill while death is basically awaiting for your arrival.

What a cruel world we live in, huh.?

Despite all the depression building up inside you, you aren’t even phased at this point so whats the best solution to temporarily leaving your depression? None other than making a bucket-list and enjoying your last days for each day you’d live.

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My Bucket List.

Day Fifty-seven— Giving food to the homeless.

Day Seventy-fourth— Go to the annual festival.

Day Eighty-sixth— Go bird-watching.

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It had already passed day seventy-third which means you were going onto day seventy-fourth, going to the annual festival that is held every year, being a big hit to a specific part of Japan; It’d probably be your last time at this festival.

You were currently getting ready, slipping your socks on while grabbing your new shoes that you bought yesterday after handing out homemade food to the homeless around Roppongi, your home city, where you live.

Grabbing the keys to your car, you picked up your coat off of the coat hanger and headed out, grabbing your bag along with your cell phone, locking the door to your apartment.

Calmly driving through Roppongi with fingers tapping onto the steering wheel, you navigated to Shibuya, where the festival is always held; You were excited to go to the festival you’ve always been to since you were a kid, this was always your favorite place when you were a child.

Parking your car while getting out and locking it, you walked towards the festival with your cell phone and bag clutched in your hands. You parked further, due to the minimum access of parking with cars flooding the streets of Shibuya near the night-time festival.

It was going as a peaceful walk until you heard a groan coming from an alleyway, you were around 8 minutes from the festival entrance as you looked around the street, very few people were also walking towards the festival as you stood still, looking through the alleyway of the sound.

A figure could be seen walking out with what seemed like.. a stick?! No, it looked like some sort of weapon.

Were you really gonna get murdered here before your sickness murders you? That’d be a horrible death, you tried running but couldn’t, your body staying frozen while you cursed yourself, “ Gosh, stupid body move your fucking legs before they murder you, you dumb legs!” Yes, you were insulting yourself.

Before your body could start taking off, a chuckle was heard as you looked towards the chuckling stranger, or rather, a very familiar man.

You let out a sigh as you recognized the face, “ Hello, Ran.” Standing awkwardly while you waved at him as he just stared at your waving figure, Ran waved back, “ Hi Y/N, long time, huh?” He retracted his baton and shoved it into his pocket.

A nod was seen as you sheepishly smiled, starting to walk off until he grabbed your shoulders, “ Where do you think your going, hm?” You chuckled, trying to wiggle yourself out of his grip “ To the festival, obviously.?” He gave you a blank stare, now it was your turn to laugh.

A sour look was shot towards you as you were practically a laughing donkey at this point, “ Its the annual Shibuya festival, you know? Also, why are you in Shibuya, shouldn’t you be in Roppongi?” He nodded towards your comment “ Well, I guess we should go to the festival then, Y/N.” You walked alongside the man as both of you headed to the festival.

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Pointing towards the white cat plushie while Ran threw his tickets towards the salesman “ Win that plushie for me, Ran!” He grinned at you as he knocked down all the bottles while the salesman scowled, an obvious ‘scam’ that he tried to set up yet the infamous older Haitani outdid the cheap scam.

Ran points towards the large, white cat plushie as the man sourly handed it to him as you cheered to Ran, “ Good job, Ran!” You threw him a thumbs up as he smiled towards you, genuinely.

You hugged the plushie as Ran stared at you, “ Lets get some food, yea?” You nodded as you followed Ran to a food-stand “ What do you want to eat, i’ll pay.” You looked at the menu and grabbed your wallet out of your bag, “ It’s okay, I can pay for both of us and i’ll just take the takoyaki.” Ran nodded and gave the lady both of your orders as you handed her the money while smiling towards Ran.

You grabbed the food as Ran sat at a random table, heading towards the table as you set both food plates down “ Heres your food.” You handed his dish towards him as he grabbed it out of your hand, smiling at you.

Currently, fireworks were going off as the two of you ate, “ I’ve always wanted to watch the fireworks with someone, my parents always made us leave before we could see the fireworks since it was too late.” He just stared at you as you smiled towards him, “ I’m grateful for this experience, you know? I also have something to tell you and I have something to give you.” He was all ears.

A sigh could be heard as Ran stared at you more, “ I’m terminally ill, Ran. I could die any day now, i’m so happy we did this.” A tear fell from your eyes as Ran’s eyes widened, not in a good way.

He was shocked, nothing could leave the elder Haitani speechless but this, this was probably the only thing that did “ Are you serious, Y/N.? When did you figure this out?” You nodded, “ Like around 3 months ago.” He looked sad, no.. could the Ran Haitani actually be sad for you? Impossible.

You’ve known the man and his little brother since children due to the fact, you ran away from home and ran into the two boys on your childish escape from home.

You pressed your hand on your forehead as you mumbled words, “ Ran, I don’t think...” He let out a hum as you paused your speaking while he looked up from his food “ I don’t feel so good.” And just like clockwork..

Ran watched as you fell off your seat and onto the dirt floor while he rushed to your side, obviously forgetting his food while scooping you up, grabbing his phone from his pocket and dialing an ambulance.

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The night was basically a blur for Ran as he sat in the hospital, outside your hospital room; Ran remembered watching you being carried onto a lifter while he jumped inside the ambulance, demanding for answers from your sudden faint.

Rindou had heard of news since he frantically called his older brother, asking him for where he was and why he wasn’t already home, he even came to the hospital as he looked at you through the window.

He always knew Ran had a thing for you, avoiding girls and relationships since he was dedicated to court you, or rather Ran’s official words, “ I’ll never touch or talk to any woman unless its Y/N, Rindou.” Rindou never doubted his big-brothers words as it was literally painfully obvious currently, watching his big brother sit on the floor, patiently waiting for your awake.

Suddenly, Ran saw many staff rush into your room, hearing code-words as more ran inside your hospital room.

Ran stood up, trying to see the commotion through the glass but the many staff blocked that from happening as he saw staff leaving the room while one nurse came towards him.

She gave a sympathetic smile towards him as he glared at her, “ Hello, are you Ran Haitani?” He nodded as she handed him a letter “ This is from Miss Y/N before she passed.” Ran let her words register into his head as he paused, “ Y/N passed away.?” The nurse nodded as she sadly smiled towards him.

He read the letter as tears slowly fell from the mans eyes, surprisingly, the letter was written two months ago, you had made it a part of your bucket-list to confess your love to Ran, hoping you’d run into him someday; you had kept it in your bag at all times, hoping you’d walk into Ran Haitani someday.

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July 17, 2006.

Dear Ran Haitani,

I love you and I hope I can express my love to you through this letter someday, I know its childish of me to write a love letter to you and hope you see it but I truly believe it will work.

Did I tell you, i’m terminally ill and i’m counting my days down, I also made a bucketlist and I hope I can finish it.. Though, I will probably die before I can finish it, haha!

Anyways, I just wanted to tell you, I love you and I mean in every single possible way.

Love, Y/N L/N. ♡

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July 17, 2018.

“ Mikey, i’m gonna get off early today.”

He nodded as Ran walked out of the building, heading towards his car to drive to a certain someone’s grave.

Before he made it to that special someones grave, he stopped by the local flower store which sold that special someones favorite flowers which also symbolize undying love, “ Can I get 6 dozen pairs of your red asters?” The flower-lady nodded as she got the impressive bouquet of flowers ready.

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He set the flowers down onto your grave while he kneeled in front of it, “ Hey, its been a while, I really miss you, you know?” He read your grave name “ I visit every day on the day you passed, Mikey always knows where I go every July 17th, haha..” Ran was obviously hurt from your disappearance from this world.

Each year, he would come here to pour his heart out to your grave and where you were buried, he had you buried under a tree in a secluded area near the festival since you said you always loved the festival, he’d even come to the festival every year with Rindou as a way to somewhat celebrate the festival.

He knew you had no one other than him and Rindou so he bought your car, its sitting in its own garage at his house since it means so much to him and he visits you whenever he can, not just once a year since he finds himself thinking he’s a jerk to you.

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Ran Haitani is found at your grave every July 17th, speaking with you and admiring your grave while watching children and parents pass by to the annual festival that is still being held strong.

Ran Haitani also completed your uncompleted bucket-list for you since you sadly passed before you could finish it, he even checked it out day-by-day.

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Ran checked out the last thing on your 5 page bucket-list as he sighed, staring up towards the ceiling until he turned his cellphone on, the screen showing a picture of you and him on his wallpaper the night you died unexpectedly , the night at the festival.

He mourns over your death every single day, it has became a part of his daily routine but he was grateful he could help accomplish your bucket-list, the least he could do to show his undying love to you, your bucket-list.

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