#shion madarame angst

[chao-thicc-hcs]

Hi, how are you? I read your work, “It hurts when I realize I’ll never mean that much to someone, and it’s all my fault”, and I would like to request a sequel? Could you please include sanzu, rindou, baji and mikey? It also doesn’t have to be those characters, you can choose whoever, but I’d love to see sanzu especially! Thank you for your hard work and if you take the time to consider this! Love your works and small note, for English not being your mother language, it seems near perfect!❤️❤️

Thank you so much for your kind words, anon! I hope my future works will bring the same amout of joy as now!

And sorry for the delay!

I won't include Mikey and Baji, I don't rlly have ideas for them

It hurts when I realize I’ll never mean that much to someone, and it's all my fault. - the sequel [x reader]

ft. kakucho hitto, shinichiro sano, ran haitani, shion madarame + sanzu haruchiyo, rindou haitani

; when the turn tables. once, you were nothing to them, despite all of your efforts, now, fed up with all the pain they made you go through, they became nothing to you. ;

genre: heavy angst, no comfort at all (only fluff at rindou's ending)

tw!!: gn!reader, one-sided firendship/relationship, gun pointing, mentions of abuse, bullying, mentions of blood, abuse, cheating, reader snapping at the end, murder, mentions of suicide, alcohol problems, drug abusing, seizures, self-harm, necrophilia

kakucho (sequel).

Never in his life people have been so important to him, so important that their words pierced like a pitchfork.

He knew he was a villain, he knew he hurt innocent people, and this has never bothered him until now. So, how could you, a mere citizen, make him feel sick to his guts, make him tear up, cry, and coop himself up in a tiny room filled to the brim with dirty laundry.

Something deep in him knew you were special, despite all of the years denying you and assuming you're vile. In the end his anger issues and trust issues won, but at what cost?

You were able to help him, eradicate his pain and suffering, color his life and bring some joy. However, he missed his chance and now he's left only with the shotgun and cigarettes in his hand.

shinichiro (sequel).

He knew he hurt you and went over your limits, so it didn't shock him you were never willing to forgive him.

It was understandable, he left a deep wound that led to you losing your spark, miserable and insecure even until today and refusing to let others near you, embarassed to even show your face. He made you cry and isolate yourself as excruciating thoughts of ''never being good enough'' were flashing through your mind all these years.

He lost your trust for people that don't even reach up to him anymore, he doesn't even remember them himself.

Sano was smoking in front of your school, carefully watching how you were sitting under a tree, using your laptop and munching on your lunch. He was smiling at the sight of you tapping with your fingers on the device and taking your time to think of what to write down, even after the awkward encounter.

As he finished the cigarette, Shinichiro glanced once more at your figure, running towards the school entrance. He chuckled and turned around heading to his shop.

. . . .

Realizing his fate laying down on the floor as blood was pouring out of his head, the muffled police and ambulance sirens getting weaker as he starts losing his consciousness, Shinichiro was happy you were one of the last people he saw this day.

But you were not happy that your last goodbye with him was with his cold body in a coffin.

ran (sequel)

To his surprise he got over it pretty quickly, cursing the day he cried in front of you, instead of just killing you and that twink of a guard. He claims that he's gotten over it all, but even after months this encounter is still causing him random anger outbursts, driving him to insanity and even a desire to kill his own brother just to alleviate his anger. Ran seemed way more erratic, unstable and quick to anger as days passed by. The man tried to ease this by sleeping with women, but lowered his guard and ended up used by every single one of them.

Now he knew what it was like, being used up and then thrown on the ground, laughed at and left overthinking everything from the past weeks with a bottle of liquor and puffy, sleepless expression.

He also lost custody of his child and the mother filed a restraining order against both of them after he hit her and his child.

Ran stalked you, waiting for the perfect day to get his revenge. However you're not stupid, you knew he would be a pain in the ass and hired a guard, who works for another, albeit small, powerful mafia.

He deleted all of his social media, stopped going that much outside and settled down to work from home, eradicated all evidence of his exsistence, just so you think he's dead or just dissappeared, lower your guard and blunt your intuition. He bought extentions, dyed his hair to match them, and dressed blandly. Eventually he was able to abduct you and lock you in his basement, turning you into his favourite toy.

Even after your heart stopped beating, he was still enjoying the feeling of you between his thighs.

Is this what insanity feels like?

shion. (sequel)

His mind was still conscious while you were assaulting him, ruthlessly impaling him with the sharp item in your hand. He was able to process a glimpse of the things you were doing to him, a tiny teardrop going down his cheeks, as his eyes lost all color. He attempted to reach for your chin and feel you for the last time, but this is when you did the fatal blow that ended his life.

You opened your leather backpack and took out the food you bought before, casually sitting on his lifeless body, eating as the burger buns soaked the blood on your hands. ''It tastes better with a nice view.'' you mumbled.

Couple of years passed and you were sitting there, looking at your new lover, who happened to resemble Shion immaculately. The hair, the stern look, the physique. All the same. But at the same time radically different in spiritual terms. His demeanor meek and gentle. You felt the chills every time you looked in his eyes for longer than 2 seconds, reminiscing your past with the blonde.

It felt weird, anxiety creeping on your bones and nerves when he approaches you, still not over your abusive ex, the resemblance was uncanny. And the memories of you almost beheading him oftentimes flashed through your mind, what matters is that nobody will ever find out. You have your own tricks on how to get away with murder.

sanzu (+sequel)

Your mind was going in all shades of the rainbow as Sanzu was screaming at you in gibberish, equally as high as you.

He managed to get you into taking drugs with him so it could be easier to mentally damage you and chain you to himself. He succeeded, you were addicted to him and his pills, waiting eagerly everyday for your dose of brief embarking in another universe. Your brain was fried and you were on the verge of blacking out, just like every night. You don't know why aren't you already used to it. His screeching pounding on the inside of your skull, your eyes bloodshot red from the lack of sleep and you not blinking at all, staring at one spot, shaking like a leaf.

- You're nothing without me! You're miserable, you are ready to follow like a dog, drenching yourself with a concoction of tears and blood for someone else's benefit, you're worthless and have absolutely no value!

Overdosing on those potent drugs tickled his anger issues and made him almost kill you every time he encountered you while in this state, you were about to go in your room when he threw a chair at you and it hit your ankle, causing you to fall down and shriek in pain. You were unable to move, you were already tired from crying and skipping meals, hugging yourself as cold sweat went down your body.

-L-leave me a-al- you couldn't even finish a sentence without stuttering and zoning out or forgetting how to pronounce words.

-Oh heck yeah I will leave you alone, I will leave you here crying and screeching while I go on with my life and fuck others relentlessly while you are only left with missing my touch and drugs, craving me like a piece of meat! The others will be screaming my name and ending drenched in my juices and you still won't even have the courage to leave me.

You've known him since childhood, you grew up together, played games, and crushed on each other. However due to your strict upbringing, both of you waited until you were old enough to handle a relationship, but everything got worse over the years, with Sanzu's overflowing worshipping of Mikey and his growing intimacy with pills, and your deteriorating relationship with your parents, mental state, failures and you losing yourself over someone who didn't even love you.

The cheating, the manipulation, the abuse, this wasn't the Sanzu you grew up and played hopscotch with, you didn't even know who he had become. You were desperate to make things work, and forced yourself to dodrugs with him, hoping he will at least love you more if you shared ''hobbies''. And there he was now, proving once again all your work was futile, using the most dastardly words known to human to degrade you and make you feel small in your own house. You knew you would still feel pain, but consented anyways, because deep down was a searing love for this man.

You still loved him, every time you were sober, you were there to help him with the headaches and stomachaches, patched up his wounds. Sanzu never talked to you when he was sober, though, he ignored you and only paid attention to you only if it was related to his gang or using you to his advantage.

He even reached so far to make you watch him have the most gut-wrenching intercourse with a random cheap lowlife he hooked up with, enjoying how you cry for him and whimper in hurt and betrayal.

Sanzu liked to see you beg for the smallest things. He just felt like nagging with you all the time, so he tried his best to find the smallest mistakes and nitpick on them, growing the stems of your insecurities.

There were days where he didn't even look at you, slept on the couch, made himself food, and just acted like you were an inanimate object. Walked past you and didn't bat an eye if he accidentaly bumped into you. Your sanity depended on his mood and behavior.

The silence between you was loud, too loud it made your head hurt and feel heavy. He would take all your money, because ''you didn't deserve them since you don't bring anything to the table'', took away everything he didn't like that you buy because ''it's too ugly in his opinion''.

He did try leaving you, but he wasn't able to manipulate other people into staying with him, nobody was able to stand his erratic behaviour when he was high. You were feeble-minded and he already managed to imprison you and make you his puppy, so why leave you and waste all his ''effort''?

The day you snapped is engraved between his brain folds, the way you looked, the tears, the blood from your body, the messy hair, the torn clothes, your words filled with poison and pain. And especially, your eyes filled with fury and contempt. It was the first time he felt hurt seeing what his tomfoolery led you to.

. . . . . .

You overdosed on pills, cut your hair, cried and inflicted harm on yourself. Sanzu was sober, to his surprise, but finally saw what it was like being high, you were just an alternative version of his intoxicated state. You've had enough of this torture of a relationship.

- Y/n...? Did you fucking inhale my damn pills? - Sanzu tried hiding the shaking of his voice, but didn't succeed.

- N-no, I-i just - something in you snapped all of a sudden and you impulsively took a sharp glass shard from the broken bottle of alcohol you drank alongside the pills. Glenfarclas 12 year old single malt scotch whisky, both of you's favourite alcohol, drinking a glass of it after a fight to soothe the bitterness between you. Something propelled you to scream like crazy and swing the piece trying to impale the person you once called your lover, who was evading all of it, but tripped and fell to his nates.

Sanzu tried to look stern, but he was panting like crazy and looking around in panic, trying to find a way to escape. But when he turned his head towards you, suddenly, your eyes had a different sparkle and emotion in them that made him relax. Even if you wanted him dead that moment, he still managed to hit your soft spot with just his presence. All of your memories together, good and bad, he is still Haruchiyo Akashi. You still held hope. Whilst reaching out to hug him, your hands drowning in blood, yearning to hug him and feel his hands wrap around you like a precious ornament, suddenly your eyes went upward, mind and vision blank. You started having a seizure, but he didn't want to call an ambulance, as they will inform the police and arrest him for drug possesion. Instinctively, he grabbed his bag and ran away, leaving you there.

You had a brain hemorrhage, the pills and alcohol shutted down everything in your system, causing you to flatline. He just left you there to decompose.

The neighbors found you when the stench of your rotting carcass was spreading around, weeks after the incident. You were cremated by your parents' wish, because you had no ''true'' family in the first place that would want to burden themselves to cover the expenses of the funeral, but they kept your ashes in a small urn in your old bedroom.

. . . .

Ten years, ten damned years and this was still making him go insane. After the accident with you his life went downhill. He couldn't focus on his work, increased his dose and failed to complete everything he was assigned. He pretended to not give a shit about you, not at all, or at least he tried, albeit failing.

He actually felt something.... could it be, despondency? From a person who he saw as nothing? He lost his precious toy, the only person who could handle him. Eventually he was kicked out from the gang, got submerged with bills and debt, and ended up homeless, with stubble on his face and alopecia because of the severe stress he was subjected to.

Every time he remembered you his stomach was tickling, he realized he had a close bond with you, he realized you could've actually help him and drag him out of the shithole and help him reach the catharsis of becoming a better self. Since early childhood you saved him from thousands of troubles he involved himself into, gave your sholder for him to cry on, allowed him to be vulnerable in your embrace and filled his body with a new, purer blood, and now you're gone, probably laughing at him from the outerworld. Sanzu was not able to afford drugs anymore, and his sobriety stabilized his senses, and he realized how special you were. The only beam of hope and warmth.

Thankfully the apartment you died in was never rented by anyone. Rumours swiftly spread after your death, people thought your ghost was roaming there and were too scared to even glance at the front door engulfed in spider webs. Sanzu often visited the place to sleep in and stared at the dry blood on the ground and walls, crying and cursing himself for leading you to this.

rindou (+sequel)

The feeling of being overpowered by his brother and constantly living in his shadow plagued Rindou's mind. All the applause and credit for the hard work he was busting his ass for was aimed at his brother. Ran was the one who took the credit and profited more, leading him into becoming an insufferable stuck-up, who only got in his way, as Rindou was always saying.

His inferiority complex rooted from there his mental state and confidence went downhill, and he couldn't stand still nor remain calm without some form of reassurance, so he frequently organized pity parties and his co-workers had to bear with his whining. Unfortunately you were the victim of the self-conscious man, allowing yourself to fall into a trap of thorns and venomous snakes piercing your spiritual flesh. Rindou made sure to make you pity him, to make you feel the same way he does, just so he could ease his soul.

He loved you, he really did, so he wanted to share emotions with you, he wanted to teach you to be strong, so you don't get hurt just like him. From trying to stop you from doing what you love and saying how awful you are to even hiding all your stuff just so you don't experience the joy of succeeding in something, just because of his own bullshit.

You still wanted to work somewhere, you wanted your own money, because Rindou would never spoil you or give you anything money related, because he perceived them as the only reward he will ever recieve. He would even go far as to complete tasks assigned for you and gain all the credit.

- Baby, please, let me finish my work! - you pleaded as he was holding your laptop, deleting the files you spent days working on

You felt your blood boil, but the only thing you could do is watch him how he sat on the couch and continued writing, not even bothering to look at you or react to your cries.

- Make me food, please, I have a lot of work to do.

He deemed you weak if you cried, the only time he could try and apologize was when he had a hidden objective to fuck you. By his words, this was the only way to teach you how life actually works, so he didn't actually do any harm, at least that's what he preached. Rindou would seek empathy from you constantly, even after he mentally destroyed you just seconds ago.

Rindou took some rest from work. He loved spending time with you and analyzing every reaction you show as he was sitting on the couch with his hands intertwined infront of his mouth. The man slept almost all day with you, until sunset and still woke up before you. One blissful afternoon, right when the cocktail of sunset's colors were engulfing the sky, placing your head on his chest, you closed your eyes and fell into a deep slumber.

- Y/n, baby? - after what seemed for an hour he shook you awake from the nap you were taking on his chest, snuggled in a silk bedsheet as the sunset colors were touching the room

- Mhh, yes, honey? - you stood up and lazily rubbed your eyes, leaning in for a kiss

- I am worried. Now Ran will have even more time boasting about stuff he didn't do and will make me seem like a loser... and now I'm yet again useless, and he is currently probably living his best life, our co-workers praising him. - he said as a forced sigh came out of his mouth

The same questions, the same statement, for the 3rd time today. Your whole mood sunk to the ground and you tried to conceal your sigh of exasperation with a sweet smile on your face. He woke you up from your peaceful dream just to act like a brat.

- No, baby, you're better than him for the sole reason you do something productive, he's only there for decor, once people realize how useless he is you will gain your fame and he will be swiftly forgotten.

Rindou wrinkled his nose in disbelief, turning his head around and scoffed. This was one of his master tricks to receive a double shot of ego boost and new ideas to make you feel inferior to him. Even his own brother warned you about this behaviour, even encouraged you to run away as soon as you can, unfortunately you were taking a swim in pink clouds.

- Nah, you're still drowsy you can't even process information right now. I know you think of him all the time when I happen to fail, because you wished someone more competent was in your life.

- You know what? Yeah, you're actually a sore loser. - you blurted out with a raspy voice. Getting up from the bed, you went to the bathroom and took a fast shower. Grabbing the sexiest outfit you could find, fixing your hair, not even acknowledging Rindou's piercing glare. After half an hour you and aimed to the door, swinging your hips and leaving a trail of a heavy yet alluring perfume, the one you usually get more compliments for

- And where are you going? - Rindou asked as he was blocking your way to the entrance, towering over you, eyes filled with emptiness

- I am sick of being your punching bag, Rindou. Have you ever wondered why you're so miserable? Because you're weak, and if you go on with it, your brother will continue overshadowing you while you remain at the bottom. Grow a thicker skin and move on instead of asking for pity all the time. You're a child trapped in a grown man's body.

Before rushing out, you turned around and approached him. Towering over his laying figure, you began your taunting session.

- It's funny how you think that the only way to cope with the fact that you're insecure is by projecting your own issues onto others. Has Ran ever been laughed at and pitied? No. He's a real man who can handle his emotions and manage to do his own work without the help of his illiterate brother. Have you actually wondered why you're always the laughingstock? Tried to talk to your brother? You only sit and whine like a whore. All this time the ''work'' you've been doing for him was constantly the subject of a good laughter. You never acutally did your job correctly out of spite towards your own blood, but Ran had to correct you and then he enjoyed himself with a glass of whine, laughing at your kindergarten-level grammar mistakes with your co-workers while I'm sitting on his lap. His fame is deserved, and you will always remain in his shadow, alone and insecure, just how it should be.

You ran outside from the backdoor and head towards Ran's place, taking Rindou's car. You wanted to finally feel loved, and you remembered a conversation you had with Ran when your relationship with Rindou had just begun.

Your first conversation with the older Haitani was behind their bar, while you were waiting for Rindou to arrive. It took Ran embarrassingly long time until he broke the silence while

- My brother will damage you, angel. A pretty face like you doesn't deserve to be bothered with my brother's twisted fantasies of what a relationship is. I will make your life better.

You huffed in annoyance and crossed your arms, twitching an eyebrow and averting your gaze to somewhere else.

- Rindou always warned me about you, how you're always trying to steal everything from him, how you hate his guts and enjoy his suffering and blah blah. I know these old dusty tricks, I ain't getting fooled. You're always trying to overshadow him and steal his happiness away, and now even me, but I don't even like you. I know you're lying, you're a disgrace of a brother and never deserved your fame.

Looking back at this you realized how horribly wrong you were about your thoughtless trust in Rindou's words towards his brother. Fortunately Ran was not annoyed nor agitated, but still offered you help and shelter for when you realize that you were wrong about him. And there you were, kissing his lips and rubbing against him with unabashed passion and lust.

- I knew you will come to me, baby, I've waited so long for you. - he said as he moved his hips to match your rythm.

You spent the night with him, getting drunk and nasty. You unveiled a side of you that even you weren't aware you had, but it was an unbelievable night mixed with lecherous emotions. Ran was able to make you relax and be yourself without. You felt wanted, appreciated and all your craving needs were fulfilled this very night.

- No wonder you are the better brother. - you exclaimed in a slight laughter while hugging Ran's bare chest, sweaty from what was like your fourth session already

He smirked and turned to face you, embracing your figure under the moonlight creeping through the small gaps in his curtains. However, this sweety-lovely moment was swiftly ruined by Rindou kicking the door to Ran's bedroom, eyes filled with frenzied fury. Ran jolted and grabbed his gun that was on his nightstand, pointed it at his own brother and covered your figure with the blankets.

- What the fuck are you doing here, Rindou!

- Oh, no, dear brother, what are YOU doing with my lover! - Rindou screeched as he threw himsef on him.

Ran didn't want to harm him, but protecting you was his current priority, he managed to shoot Rindou in his shoulder and knock him down as he screamed in pain, holding his bleeding gash for dear life, his vision going blurry from all the anguish he was feeling. As much as he despised his brother's attitude and wanted him gone, Ran took him to the ER with you for his wound to be taken care of. The older lad tried to play it smooth but the anxiety could be spotted in his eyes and his hands were shaking.

You were sitting in front of the room Rindou was in, cold, still and stiff, looking at the ground and refusing to make eye contact with the older Haitani, who was sitting next to you, one arm massaging your nape.

After what seemed like an eternity, one of the surgeons left the room. Mikey, Sanzu, Kakucho and Kokonoi were already there. The surgeon's merry expression eased the atmosphere and it felt like all the world's weight came off all of you's shoulders.

- The boy is in a decent condition and we removed the bullet successfully. However, we have a suspicion his glenohumeral joint and humerus are affected. We have to perform an x-ray and a neurovascular exam to see if any bones are broken. But keep in mind if something is affected, the rehabilitation process involves gradually increasing activities to restore muscle strength, joint motion and flexibility. Now he needs to rest and is currently sound asleep.

Everyone smiled and cheered that Rindou made it alive. For a moment Ran thought he had affected a vital organ, fortunately he didn't. You felt tears coming out of your tears, becoming a potion of emotions as Ran wrapped his hands around you. Both of you felt immense guilt forming inside, mixed with sadness and joy. You were blaming yourself for everything and couldn't think how you will ever muster the courage to ever speak to Rin again or even look him in the eyes.

- Do you want a ride home? I can see both of you are tired and need some rest. - Kakucho mumbled as he was spinning his car keys on his finger

- We wouldn't mind, I will come pick my car tomorrow, my hands are too shaky to handle the wheel. - Ran retorted and thanked his friend

The ride home was awkward. Ran's arm was caressing your exposed thigh as you were snuggled in his jacket, staring outside the window. Everything seemed fuzzier and faster than usual, probably because you were lost in thoughts about Rindou. Ran was staring lovingly at your features and brushed your hair with his fingers, which snapped you out from your contemplations.

- How are you feeling, sweetcheeks?

- Could've been better. I want to go home and just fall asleep.. - you retorted and snuggled in him, wrapping a hand around his waist

He kissed the top of your head and brushed your hair and massaged your scalp, which led you to fall asleep under his touch. Ran carried you bridal style to his bedroom and placed you to sleep. You woke up some time later with his broad figure laying next to you to change your clothes.

- I think we need to cease our relations for now. For Rindou. I don't want to do him even dirtier than I've already did. - you nodded and hummed in approval, then went back to sleep

. . . .

Rindou got discharged with a fracture in his humerus and a torn glenohumeral joint. He didn't seem to be upset nor was acting maliciously towards both of you. What was even weirder was the fact he is happier than his usual self, albeit after your betrayal. He was constantly under yours and Ran's surveillance.

Both of you were sitting at a bench, waiting for the older Haitani to come back with the drinks and food. You were playing with a street cat that approached you, and Rin was smiling at your interactions.

- Can you put it on my lap?

You obliged and placed the silver tabby on his lap, who seemed not to mind at all and made itself comfortable. A very obedient and cuddly creature that took a liking to the younger Haitani. The cat transformed itself into a loaf and sat there. You were smiling and petting the purring animal, just when Ran came back with the food.

- What a lovely creature, but be careful, it might have fleas. - he scoffed and sat down

- There isn't a bigger sucker than you, brother. - Rindou slyly added and made u giggle, to which Ran threw his drink in his face

All of you sat there, eating peacefully and discussing random matters, giving the tabby some food too, arguing about it's gender, what name to give it and where will it live. There was a moment of silence after before Rindou spoke up.

- I'm not mad. Contrary, I even have a proposal. - that part made you and Ran choke, staring at Rindou with both worry and anticipation - why don't we engage in polyamory?

That sentence perplexed you. Your face was beet red and you almost dropped your food. Your lost all color from your skin when you turned to Ran, who was smiling like a cocaine addict nodding in acceptance

- Ran?? Rindou?? You're okay with this? - you shouted and only got a laughter from the two of them in response

- I know I was a total asshole towards you. - Rin blurted out, the atmosphere turing gloomy- With my inferiority complex and self-hatred, the only thing I inflicted was pain on you, rather than stabilizing myself and our relationship. I deserved to get cheated on, you deserved solace and the love I never managed to give you. But I still have as equally deep feelings as when I first got to know you. And I never want to lose you or my brother. I don't want us acting like strangers and avoiding each other.

Rindou took your hands and squeezed them tight in anticipation and anxiety of you rejecting him and leaving with his brother. In fact, he doesn't want to lose you and watch you with his own blood, albeit telling you he doesn't feel bad. It's eating him up on the inside, it's draining all life from him. He can't sleep, nor eat properly without his guts twisting in regret from all the suffering and torment he put you through. And the way his brother did the exact opposite.

- I-if you don't really mind... - you scratched your nape and held each one of them's hand in approval - I aggree..

You blushed and barely had the courage to muster your response. You were going to be with the hottest men you've ever laid eyes upon. The thought of being between them every night, sharing everything with them, even your own self, was exciting and simultaneously terrifying. Tears started forming in your eyes and you couldn't hold yourself from sobbing.

- What's wrong, baby?? - Rindou softly asked and both Haitanis hugged you tightly

- I'm afraid I won't be good enough... And that you will probably leave me for someone else.. I will not be able to satisfy you, I'm just a mere person while both of you hold power in your hands - you sobbed and snuggled between their embrace

- We never will, we promise. - the older Haitani retorted and kissed your cheek - You're our one and only we want to spend our lives with..

a/n: It took me way too long to be able to write again. I'm sorry for the long delay

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[eggtartz]

Hi!! I have a request, it's about the female reader having a older brother who was a member of Tenjiku, but he died because of a fight, and the reader is strong and also not very expressive and a calm person, she also sometimes wears a mask to hide her face, The Tenjiku members met her before but she as wearing a mask but this time they went to visit her older brothers after he died and she isn't wearing her mask, and she's REALLY pretty, all of hem are out of breath because she's pretty, but she starts to breakdown and so the know that right now it's not he time to be thinking about that, And she lets out all of her emotions. And they don't know what to do

a/n : this is so good because i keep getting mental breakdowns and don't know how to deal with it either NJBEJFJ either way thankyou anon for the request and enjoy 🫶🏻

summary : "he's just standing there.. MENACINGLY"

fortune doesn't hit everyone, everytime but why did it had to be this worse? did it had to turn out this bad? did your brother needed to go? or was his time truly at his limit? if you did went with your brother in the fight could've you saved him? although it might cost you your life too?

the questions keep ringing at the back of your head as you sat down at his funeral. everyone was grieving especially your parents and you couldn't blame anyone else but you. you too were in tenjiku, have you blocked the knife from piercing your brother's body, you might have saved him.

but all that left is regrets.

your shoulder was touched by your mother and you looked up to see the gangs higher ups that wore black to the occasion. "we're truly sorry for your lost y/n" kakucho said as be bowed a bit.

sniffling you said "it's not your fault. it was mine"

"but y/n there's nothing you could do at that time-" rindou butted in but his words were cut off "no! i could have saved him! i was there for god sake! if anyone that needed to die, it was me... not anikii" you yelled at them, expressing your frustration and attracting sympathetic looks from the people there.

"what do you mean you were there? there's only tenjiku members there" izana asked. you raised your eyebrow. "i am a tenjiku member" shion and ran dramatically gasped. "no way a girl in our gang? since when?" mochi asked as he squinted his eyes to observe your face.

you walked pass them to grab a black mask, wore it then took a hairband then tied your hair. "ah so you're the dude in my division" mucho said, the other members snapping their heads at his direction. "not that it matters now, im quitting tenjiku"

"HUH?!" shion and ran dramatically gasped again. "i don't think i can bare the guilt of being the cause of my brother's death. if i could turn back time and just arrive there five minutes earlier.." your knees weakened and you accidentally sat on the floor. the members scratched their necks, nudging each other to comfort you. they all had traumatic past so never saw the need to be comforted or giving comfort in general. izana awkwardly tried hugging you but cringed. kakucho never hugged a woman in his whole life. shion didn't wanted to hug you because he thinks you're so pretty to hold. the others just lack psychical touch.

your sobs were showing no signs of stopping so izans told his members to squeeze you in a tight hug, all at once together so that's what they did. you awkwardly embraced them back and nuzzled your face in you assume, ran's neck while tears soaked his shoulder.

"im the worst sister anybody could ever wish for, why can't it just be me who died? im no one important why don't i just die? anikii has so many things to do in his life, he even planned to go to college" you wailed. the members stayed quiet as you continued to rant and cry in their arms.

after a while, they loosened the hug when your hiccups stopped and went back home, all of them sending sympathy looks. they also felt giddy and excited although they must know that they have to give you time before they could meet you again in tenjiku's meetings.

after a few weeks, you wore your tenjiku's uniform and usual hair style with a mask and went to one of the meetings. the higher members were already grinning at you, saying flirtious "hellos" and even gave you a lot of gifts. they encouraged you to take off the mask a lot but shion and ran always butted in saying things like most members would be distracted by your beauty so it's better if the mask is on.

you wondered if you really should actually leave the gang...

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #angst to fluff #izana kurokawa #izana x y/n #kakucho hitto #kakucho x y/n #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #haitani rindou x reader #rindou haitani #mochizuki kanji #mochizuki x reader #mucho yasuhiro #mucho x reader #shion madarame #shion x reader

[haitanishousehold]

Traitor

Pairing: Yasuhiro "Mucho" Muto x Original Character, various pairings will be added as the story goes

Genre: Angst, crack, possible smut

Warnings: substance abuse, drugs, violence, not canon compliant, suggestive, language, blood, mental issues

Synopsis: There was a prince, his princess and his loyal paw. Loyalty is such a wide term, especially if come to love. After all, you can't be loyal to the one and same person your whole life. It's not about surviving, it's about living. | More or less canonical travel through events from Tokyo Revengers from the quite different side. A lot of crack, angst, domestic fluff from Haitanis Household. Based on an OC as the main character. 2. Zero to hundred and crash

25/10/2010, Monday

"This time only with pure intentions" Sora raised both of her hands in a peaceful manner. 

"What is exactly that intention?" Hanma asked, crossing his hands on his chest. He was sitting on an old, worn armchair, on his right side Chonbo and Chome, on his left Choji had taken a place. Sora didn't feel anywhere near comfortable under him as the armchair was placed above three stairs and if it wasn't enough, surrounded by over a hundred completely strange men. The only thing that had given her a feeling of relative safety was the fact that Reaper introduced her as Haitani. 

"We want to take part in Toman's great fall." She quickly explained.

"We?"

"Me and my broken heart." Sora theatrically sighed, waiting for Hanma's reaction. 

Shuji Hanma was an unpredictable case. He might look dumb. He might sound dumb. He might pretend to be dumb. But he wasn't dumb at all. Actually, out of all leading delinquents in Kantou, he might be the smartest one. Or, at least, one of the smartest ones. 

That's why he got the hint immediately.  

"You gotta know I'm not taking stray cats in here."

"I'm not a stray cat."

Tension between Kabukichou's infamous Reaper and Yakuza's princess was so powerful that nobody dared to breathe too loud. 

"Fact, you're a spoiled banana girl who thinks this is another way to entertain herself. How can you prove you're useful?"

"How do you want me to prove my usefulness?" 

That was a good question. Hanma didn't know how to deal with a girl since the delinquents circle was quite masculine. However, he had to admit, at least to himself, that the Haitani name would empower Valhalla even more. Even if it was Haitani's pet. 

"Every single one of those gathered here" Hanma waved his hand around "had become famous by being an unstoppable, fearless and merciless warrior. You gotta prove your power, I won't tolerate any of my subordinates bringing me shame in a fight." Hanma clearly stated. He looked around. "Eenie, meenie… you." He pointed his finger on one of Valhalla's fighters, standing in the third or fourth row of the crowd. "Test miss Haitani." 

The boy Hanma pointed to stepped in front of the gathering. He wasn't anything special, just an average man at his age. Valhalla's members made a bit more space, expecting what was coming. So was expecting Sora, turning to her soon-to-be opponent. She smiled slightly and waved at him. 

"No weapons, Haitani" Hanma pointed out. Sora reacted immediately, grabbing the backpack she was carrying, taking her beloved machete out and dropping it on the floor in the colorful gesture. 

After this, everything happened quickly. She rushed towards her opponent, throwing the first shoot. This was quite an even fight, considering the amount of exchanged hits. 

Sora wouldn't say it was going very good since she had been served powerful hits in her stomach and one in her jaw. Valhalla's warrior wasn't holding back just because he was fighting a girl, which Sora quite appreciated. 

In the end, she managed to pull him to the ground and catch his leg in a hold that Rindou once taught her. If the boy wanted to finish that fight without a broken leg, he had to surrender.

Haitani let go of him and stood back on her feet, turning her face to Hanma and his captains. 

"And? Impre…" Sora opened her mouth but sudden, blunt pain on the top of her head didn't let her finish. She groaned and grabbed the aching place, feeling a metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Turning around to spot an aggressor, she noticed her former opponent, standing with a metal pipe in his hand. Everyone around them frozed. 

"What the fuck did you just do?" Sora spat out. Immediately, the whole world became red in her eyes and she didn't fully realize that he was saying something about not losing to a girl. She looked around and spotted her abandoned weapon laying on the ground. "You're a fucking goner." 

She threw herself at him with the machete, and he did not remain debted. Although she was dizzying from the impact, she managed to hurt her opponent. The blood was poured, both her and his. Sora was not entirely sure, but he seemed to cut her eyebrow. It had to be true, because the blood began to drip into her eyes and limit the field of view.

Choji wasn't very enjoying the spectacle, but he knew he couldn't do anything as long as Hanma didn't tell him to. He had been looking at his leader every now and then but Hanma seemed to be completely invested in a whole fight. After a while that felt like eternity, Hanma spoke up. 

"It's enough, you're gonna kill each other!" He yelled out, sick smirk still on his face, but none of the fighters really heard him. He patted Chonbo's arm and told him and Chome to get them apart. Choji rushed right behind them but Hanma held him back. "Not you." Masked boy looked up at him and frowned. There was something about him and Sora that Valhalla's leader didn't like. Probably the fact he even brought her here. 

Chonbo grabbed Sora's wrist when she was about to pull another slash on her opponent. "It's good, Haitani" He said, letting her know she shouldn't try and keep fighting. On the opposite side, his brother pushed the other man away and kicked him in the ribcage, when he was trying to get to Sora. "Are you fucking deaf? Hanma said "no weapons", you damn moron" He spat out, turning around and going back to his place on the platform. 

Sora had to admit she was very grateful Hanma stopped the fight. She didn't see much anymore, the whole world seemed to be red out of anger, her head felt dizzy and she felt like she was going to pass out. Even though she managed to hurt the guy several times, he was quite a good fighter too and she got many solid hits on her head, back and stomach. At least she was sure he's going to remember her with a couple of scars she for sure caused. 

She assured Chonbo she had given up so he let go of her wrist. Turning around, she made a really drastic picture – all bloody and panting, looking up at Hanma with a blunt smirk. "Impressed?" 

"Not really, I've seen better. You're interesting though, welcome in Valhalla" He said officially and clapped his hands. "I'm tired of you all, dismissed" He waved his people off. "You" he pointed out to the man he chose to test Sora before, "Come here." It didn't surprise anyone when he approached Hanma, all startled, and got a solid hit on his jaw. "Try to ignore my commands one more time and I'll drive your head over with my bike. Understood?" The man nodded rapidly and got himself out of the hideout as fast as possible. The hall deserted very soon and Sora turned to the exit too.

"Stay, Haitani, you're a mess" Hanma called out. "Choji, patch your bitch up, she's bleeding" He turned to his captain and jumped off of the platform, heading to the back room. 

"She's not my bitch. Are you my bitch?" He sighed and asked, while leading her behind Hanma. 

"I'm not your bitch." She shook her head and immediately regretted it. 

"See? She's not my bitch." Choji shrugged the whole thing off. 

Turned out there was a small back room in Valhalla's hideout. Previously, when the Arcade was still working, it surely was a Staff Room. 

Choji pointed out at the chair and Sora simply sat down. He handed her some band aids and sanitizer. Her head was hurting way too much to argue. 

“Why did you establish Valhalla?” She asked curiously. 

“I’m bored.” He answered bluntly, pulling a beer out of the small, barely working fridge. “Now, what are you really here for?” 

“I told you.”

“You put up some show, I don’t know what you were talking about.” 

“For real. I wanna take someone from Toman down.” Sora said, sighing when she cleaned up an especially ugly wound. 

“Who?” Hanma asked, raising one of his eyebrows. 

“You’ll see when I succeed.” She answered simply and fished her phone out of the pocket. “Gotta go.” 

When she got up from her seat, Choji followed her.

“I’ll drive her home and come back.” He muttered, pulling the hood over his head. 

They left the Arcade and headed to Choji’s bike. 

“Hurts?” He asked. 

“Like hell.” Sora sighed, taking a place behind him. 

When she arrived home, she tried her best to avoid meeting her brothers. 

“Sora?” She almost reached her room unbothered when Rindou’s head appeared at the door of the bathroom. 

“Yeah?” Sora muttered, not turning around to face him. 

“Ran called you a couple of times.” Rin said, walking out of the bathroom. Sora frozed with her hand on the doorknob. 

“I was with friends.” She explained. “I’m literally over 20, I don’t have to tell you where I am.” 

“Turn around.” The middle Haitani said coldly. Sora had nothing better to do than doing as told. “Why are you all beaten up?” He asked, his jaw tightened. 

Sora turned her head to look at the wall and avoid her brother’s piercing gaze. 

“So you really went to Valhalla?” He asked after a long several seconds. Rindou Haitani was never dumb, he usually connected the dots well. “Fuck, didn’t we tell you you don’t have to follow Izana’s orders?!” He raised his voice. 

Sora sighed as Rin’s voice sent a wave of pain through her head. “I’m not following his orders. I do this for myself.” 

“For yourself? How is getting your ass beaten doing something for yourself?” 

“Izana promised me a high position in his ranks.”

Rindou scoffed. “You’re not joining Tenjiku. You’ve got everything, me and Ran are working our asses off so you don’t have to be involved in shit like that. What more do you want?!”

Sora and her brothers barely fought. But this time his words sent her off the edge. 

“I don’t want to be dependent on father’s or Ren’s mercy anymore!” Sora growled. “I don’t want to depend on your protection my whole life. I’ll become powerful myself, no matter what you’re saying.” She said boldly looking straight into Rindou’s eyes. 

He looked like he was about to leash off but he collected himself after all. “Enough. We’ll talk about it when Ran comes home.” He spat out and headed to his room. 

Sora shook her head. Before going to bed, she quickly showered and cleaned up her wounds again. It didn’t look too bad, not too well either. 

Sleep had come to her faster than she expected. She would’ve probably slept till the late morning if not for her phone buzzing like crazy. She looked at the bright device. 

[Yasuhiro<3] 01:30AM: Can you come out?

Sora frowned and even if she wanted to ignore him after the days he had gone without talking to her, she got up from bed and pulled some hoodie and sweatpants over. As she had already experience in sneaking out of the house, she walked out in the freezing air unseen. 

Looking back over her shoulder every now and then, she followed the path that led to the playground she would often meet with Mucho. As expected, he was already sitting on the bench under a huge tree with his arms crossed. 

“What the hell happened?” He asked, when Sora came into the light of the street lamp. 

“I fought for the spot in Valhalla.” She said, trying her best to sound unbothered by his presence. 

“Did you win?” 

“Kinda yes, kinda no. But they got me in.” She sighed and took a seat next to him. 

The silence fell over between them for a few minutes. 

“I wanted to talk.” Mucho said eventually. 

Sora looked over at him, feeling her stomach twist. Things like that never sounded good. 

“We can’t keep seeing each other anymore.” It was clear that the conversation wasn’t easy for him at all. 

“Are you breaking up with me?” Sora said, her voice stern. 

“Don’t be mad at me, okay? I never wanted it to turn out this way.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” She growled. Her eyes widened when she got the specific thought. “Are you seeing someone else?”

“Hell, no. This is nothing like that.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Then explain.” 

It took Mucho another couple of minutes to speak up again. 

“This is wrong. I feel like I’m betraying Ran and Rindou.” He muttered, looking at his feet. 

Sora rapidly got up from the bench and turned to him. “Are you serious? You’re dumping me because of my brothers?!”

“You heard Ran the other day! I can’t afford to lose their trust!” Mucho lost his usual cool. 

“But you can afford to lose me?” She asked, feeling her throat tighten. 

“Please, Sora. Just think about it.” He said, shaking his head. “Do you think I’m that dumb to believe we have any future together? There will come the day when your family demands from you to marry someone as prestigious as you yourself. And by that time Ran and Rindou will find out about us.” He explained, trying to compose himself. “S-62 is everything I’ve got. This is the only family I have.”

“You can’t be serious.” Sora said as she frozed in her spot. She looked at him with wide eyes, her brain didn’t seem to proceed with the whole explanation yet. “What about you stop being a bitch and man the fuck up?!”

Mucho scoffed and got up as well, he started pacing back and forth. Her last sentence apparently hit the spot. “It must be so easy for you since you’ll never take responsibility for your actions. You will never understand things like that because you have never had to fight for your spot in this world!” He raised his voice. “And don’t try to act like you know anything about us. Our world isn’t for spoiled daddy’s girls like you.” He didn’t quite mean to say this but he knew he had to hurt her as much as possible so she gives up on him. 

“I’m not spoiled…” Sora tried to disagree before he cut her off in the middle of the sentence. 

“Yeah? So why did Ran and Rindou go to juvie and you didn’t? Because daddy backed you up. Because they took your fault on themselves. How do you even live with that?” He hissed, bending slightly over to look her in the eyes.

Sora was looking at him for a couple of minutes. He couldn’t handle her hurt gaze, so he turned around and kept on pacing back and forth. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that this way.” Mucho muttered under his breath. 

“I can say you meant every single word.” She scoffed. “You’ve been dying to tell me that the whole time we know each other, haven’t you? Why did you even date me in the first place if I’m that bad?” Sora muttered with an audible hurt in her voice. 

“It’s not like that. I do like you, but… But it doesn’t matter.”

“You know what? First I wanted to make up a lie that I am seeing someone else, but I couldn’t bring myself to do this. Now I know I should have cause you don’t understand thing straight.” He said quietly. 

Sora let herself think his words through. 

“Go to hell, Mucho.” She said without any emotion in her voice. Then she turned back and walked away, not waiting for him to speak up.

She could feel tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t even notice them forming in the corners of her eyes, but they were there already when she was looking at Mucho and he felt like a shit for that. 

“Stop playing with things you can’t handle before you trip over your own pride and ruin your life.” Mucho said with a sigh. The conversation didn’t turn out the way he planned, he didn’t mean to lose his calm attitude he was known for.

“See you on Halloween.” She spat out before leaving completely. 

26/10/2010, Tuesday

As soon as Sora came back from her final exam, she dressed in loose pants and an oversized shirt and buried herself under the covers. 

Last night was a total disaster. After she came back from the confrontation with Mucho, she couldn’t sleep. She was aware of how important the incoming exam was, yet she couldn’t bring herself to sleep nor to study. She spent hours before exam on dull staring at the wall and analyzing every single word Mucho had said. And she still didn’t understand his reasoning. 

Sora was switching like a rollercoaster between pure anger and trying to understand what he meant. There were also waves of sadness when she remembered all good things about them. How happy they were when it lasted. 

It took her several minutes of fidgeting in bed to realize she wasn’t gonna fall asleep that easily. She was in fact exhausted but the storm in her head wouldn’t go away. As she sat up, she reached to only help for things like that she knew. She pulled a red pill out of her bedside table and swallowed it without a drop of water. 

After a while, the pill apparently started working as she began feeling calmer and sleepier. 

And when Sora finally laid her head on the pillow peacefully, she could swear only around five minutes passed by before her sweet princess nap was disturbed by someone aggressively yanking her arms. 

“Sora, Sora, the fuck!” Ran shouted. It had been already two minutes since he entered his sister's room and tried to wake her up, unsuccessfully. “Wake the hell up!” He shook her shoulders once again, apparently panicked. 

“God, Ran” Sora mumbled, sitting up and gently pushing her brother away. “I just came back from the exam, I’m exha…” She grabbed her phone and realized it was way more than five minutes. “Oh.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ” Ran spat out, clapping back on the bed, miraculously avoiding to crash on Sora’s legs. “I thought you had taken some shit again.” He explained. “You’re gonna be the death of me” He muttered to himself, looking like a tired father of a teenager.

“Nope, just couldn’t sleep last night.” Sora lied smoothly. She leaned back against the headrest and stretched. “Have you just come back? Where have you been since last night?” She questioned, urging to change the topic. 

“Taking care of something for Izana. Nothing important.” Ran shrugged the thing off. His face suddenly wore a serious expression. “Rindou told me you had a disagreement yesterday.” He said, eyeing closely her bruised face. 

“Well, yeah. I’m not changing my mind though.” She nodded softly. She still could feel the bruises and cuts  all over her body aching. “I need to be someone by myself.” She stated, Mucho’s words still hanging on the back of her head. 

Ran looked bluntly at her for a few seconds. Then surprisingly… Chuckled. 

“I knew this day would come sooner or later. Couldn’t keep you away from this by being overprotective, I guess.” He shook his head slightly. “I could’ve seen those… urges in you since a long time. But I thought I could hold you back. After all, you can’t fight genes, can you? You’re just like us all”. Ran continued with a deep sigh. 

“What do you mean?” Sora frowned. 

“Go for it if you want. But don’t die, okay? I couldn’t handle burying Rindou or you.” Ran said with an almost invisible shade on his face. “But you have to know that even if we’re coming to watch the fight, we won’t be able to help you if anything happens. That’s the rules of this world. I hope I taught you enough about fighting.”

Sora nodded gently and sighed. “I’m sorry, Ran. I’ve been selfish and didn’t quite consider what you and Rin were doing for me.”

“Well, finally.” Rindou said, standing at the door. He was quiet for the whole conversation and Sora didn’t even notice. “This wasn’t very educating of you, Ran.” 

The older Haitani shrugged with a soft smile on his face. “I told you, Haitani genes are way too strong.” He stated. “Izana and guys are coming over on Thursday, if you’d like to spill anything about Valhalla. Take a rest now, I ain’t gonna ask you about the exam, we bet you slayed.”

Ran stood up and headed to the door. 

“Boys..?” Sora started. Part of her wanted to apologize for the things that happened years ago. Apologize for not standing up to her own sins. But the words stuck in her throat. “I love you” She muttered instead when they turned to her with a hum. 

“I love you two too.” They both said at the same second. 

28/10/2010, Thursday

“You look terrible, Haitani.” Shion Madarame chuckled as soon as Sora walked in the living room, where the S-62 gathered. “Almost as if Ran was beating you at home.”

“I’ll heal up soon, you’re looking like a wet rat on a daily basis.” Sora scoffed, pushing herself between Ran and Kakucho on the couch. 

“Let him live, he’s seeing a girl.” Mochi said with a smirk on his face. 

“He’s seeing what?”

“A girl.”

“Like a delusion? Have you had your meds?” 

“No, like a person.”

“Breathing creature? No way.”

“Enough, go to the point.” Izana cut them off, slightly irritated. 

“So as I said, the fight is happening on Halloween.” Sora started the explanation. 

“You think Hanemiya can really put Mikey down?” Kakucho asked, looking at Sora and Mucho. 

“No way.” Mucho muttered.

“I wouldn’t be that sure. Hanemiya is… Unhinged. He should’ve been in the psych ward, not in juvie. And I’m not even joking. All he’s talking about is how it’s all Mikey’s fault.” Sora stated, looking down at the floor. 

“How is Mikey’s fault he killed his brother?” Shion chuckled. Izana frowned for a second. 

“How many people have Valhalla?” Izana turned his eyes to Sora. 

“Around 350, I asked yesterday. We had the final gathering before the fight. 300 ex-members of Moebius and 50 Hanma gathered already under Valhalla.”

“And Toman?” He asked Mucho.

“More than 100.” 

“So let me get this straight. Toman has Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya and so on. Valhalla has Hanma and Kazutora.” Kakucho concluded. 

“And Baji.” Sora added.

“Huh?”

“Baji used to be Toman’s founding member. They disagreed with Mikey over something and he claimed to leave for Valhalla. So far I know, Hanemiya and Baji were childhood friends and he follows him now.” Mucho said, nodding slightly. 

“Wait for a second.” Izana suddenly cut Mucho off. “Is your boy from Moebius or Valhalla?” He asked Sora.

“Moebius. He used to be Kisaki’s right hand when he temporarily led Moebius.”

“Who?”

“Tetta Kisaki. He’s now Toman’s captain.”

“Didn’t it occur odd to you that he followed Hanma to Valhalla and not Kisaki to Toman?” Izana raised one of his eyebrows. 

“It’s indeed weird.” Mucho said, apparently thinking the thing through. “I’ve already noticed Kisaki is a shady motherfucker.”

“Something doesn’t add up, ya know?” Rindou muttered, speaking up for the first time in the whole conversation. 

“Well.” Izana smirked. “Let’s keep an eye on Kisaki and Hanma. They could be useful after all.” 

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tr #original character #ran haitani #rindou haitani #rin haitani #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu akashi #haruchiyo sanzu #angst #crack #yasuhiro muto #mucho #izana kurokawa #shion madarame #hanma shuji #shuji hanma #choji ahane #chonbo #chome #valhalla #walhalla #tokyo manji gang #tr smut #tr angst #tr crack

[rinwhore]

#dont know if shoould be happy or not #relieved bc they're safe from mikey #beging for them to appear bc i miss them #idk #and yes kaku is still alive #im pushing this agenda #tokyo revengers #tokrev #toman #kantou manji gang #ran haitani #rindou haitani #haitani brothers #shion madarame #kanji mochizuki #kakucho #tokyo manji gang #angst #pure angst #i miss the so much #it hurts #bonten

[luka-ali]

Strong Love (Kurokawa Izana x Reader)

Fantasy Au

Angst with happy ending

Word count: 2.05K

"My queen, is there something bothering you?" He always called her that when they were alone. The word sometimes made her heart throb in happiness, other times it made her cry because she believed that she wasn't worthy enough to be called that. Irony indeed, where a mere word can cause a great rift in one's heart. She was just a commoner, a believer in fate, and someone who the King fancied.  

"No, your highness, it is nothing to be concerned about," She replied as she flashed him a closed-eye smile. 

"You don't have to call me that when we are by ourselves," He said, the king was a beautiful man, his long white hair that fall on his face naturally enhancing his beauty. His purple eyes resembled rare gemstones which makes any living being stop their tracks only to have another look at them. 

"I shall be mindful of that," She replied as she held his hand and leaned her frame to him as he wrapped his hands around her pulling her close to him. 

The empire of Tenjiku, the most powerful region of the continent. They were well-known for their refined army and brutal training. The king of the empire, Kurokawa Izana had kept the legacy of the empire alive. After the death of his parents and his beloved brother of another kingdom, he sought to become someone of great value and would strive to make the world a better place. 

He and his loyal disciples were seated at a round table, discussing the agenda of the month. These sessions were usually of great value, the members of the board along with the king never were to miss this meeting under any circumstances. 

"Your highness, Valhalla and Toman have merged, "Kakucho, the most loyal knight of the king spoke. Toman was a rival nation to Tenjiku, the sole reason why none of them declare war is because of the respect they pose for Sano Shinichiro, the king of Black Dragon.

Alas, that treaty had become history when Kisaki Tetta, the dark mage of the evil cult "Hanmas" had poisoned king Shinichiro and spread the rumor that Toman's ruler Manjirou had assassinated him for power. 

Safe to say that both nations were on bad terms when Black Dragon became a subsidiary to Tenjiku, as per King Shinichiro's will. 

"Toman is getting bigger, they are threatening our borders, we must do something or they might declare war," Ran Haitani, the older lord of the Noble Haitani family who had been serving under the Kurokawa family as their advisers spoke. 

"What can we even do in this situation?" Shion, the acting ruler of Black Dragons questioned. He was known as the most trusted mate to the Izana after Kakucho. 

"We are surrounded by allies, they won't side with Toman, "Mochi, the leader of the special arms unit gave his input. 

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, we need something concrete," King Izana made a valid point. 

"What about the Akashi family? They seem to be planning something" Mucho, a spy under Tenjiiku. His main purpose was to get information about Toman and their allies and report them to Izana.

"I am good friends with the 2nd prince, Haruchiyo, he has promised to stay neutral." Lord Rindou said. Lord Rindou and 2nd Prince Haruchiyo, met on several occasions. They had been planning an assassination of the 1st prince Takeomi and 1st princess Senju, in order for Haruchiyo to become the Lord of the Akashi family and expand the Haitani territory. 

"Yea, good friends," Shion mocked, only to receive a threatening glare from the older Haitani. Legally, Shion held more power than the Haitanis but somehow was submissive to them. 

"It has come to my notice that the nation of Moebius had cut ties with Toman and has become a free nation," Kakucho said. Moebius's King 'Osanai' was working with the Hanmas, Manjirou suspected that Mobius was responsible for Shinichiro's death but he didn't have any evidence so he broke ties with Osanai instead of war.

"In order to guarantee our complete authority over Moebius, We have to ask for their 1st Princess's hand, An arranged marriage between the house of Kurokawa and Moebius". (Just imagine Osanai having a sister or something).

"No, I have (Y/N), I do not need another woman in my life," King Izana blurt out without any hesitation leaving no room for argument. 

"That's all for today, Dismiss," The king announced. The moment Izana gave his word, the members of the board bowed down in respect and went to attend their respective agenda, except for one. 

"Shion? was there something you needed to address to me personally?" Izana asked, Unknowing to him and Shion that another presence was listening to their conversation, unintentionally. 

"Please reconsider, your highness, power is what the kingdom needs right now, agree to the marriage with the Moebius nation," Shion said as he looked deep into the eyes of Izana. Izana was a great ruler but he isn't going to be young forever. 

"You can have lady (Y/n) as your mistress, she is a smart woman, she knows the kingdom's dynamics. Surely, she will come to terms with it," Shion continued, knowing that the king has her in his mind. He had always thought that it was a pity that (Y/n) wasn't born to a lord. Otherwise, she would be a great queen. 

"Alright, I'll think about it,"Izana said as he sighed. Shion though more about the empire and Izana was thankful for that. He wasn't going to agree to the marriage but he had to do some thinking. In order for the empire to continue, he needed a heir.  

'Figures,' She thought to herself dishearten, as she made her way back to the King's room. On her way back she heard a few maids gossiping among themselves. Sad to say, they held a higher status when compared to her. 

'That commoner? I wonder what the king saw in her.'

'Maybe she is a spy for Toman.'

'What a Harlot. She seduced the King.'

'The King would be better off with someone else.'

Rumors formed a dark cloud around her. She knew that she was not the one to be by the king's side. All these years she had been surrounded by riches and fortune. The king had spoiled her rotten. She was possessive of the King, she loved him with all her heart. Perhaps, she was being greedy. What is she? The King's lover? A commoner? and...? Who?

She decided that she would leave, she wrote a letter before walking away from the place that she never belonged to. 

My Love, 

If you find this letter, it means that I no longer wish to be found. I have come to realize that; all these years I had been deluding myself into thinking that I am someone of great importance because I am loved by the king. I kept on believing that what the king and I have will be eternal. I must thank you for everything you have done for me. 

I have come to know how beautiful and giving love is because of you. I am truly blessed. I wish happiness and good fortune for you and your queen. My King is an honorable man, the best ruler of the continent. Someone like you should deserve the best and I do not believe that I am the one to hold the spot. 

Do you remember the time when we first met? It was raining that day too. I still feel embarrassed that I spoke to you with malice when you jumped in my garden. I was ignorant of the fact that you were the king. You laughed at my outburst and spoke to me like a friend. You told me about how you dreamed to make the nation a better place with such passion. I hope that you still have the same determination as before. 

For I will go on a journey to find out who I was before I was blinded by greed. Before I lived in luxury before I was blessed by your love. 

I am no royalty, I am not worthy of staying by your side as your significant other. Perhaps, this is god's will. Please respect my wishes. I do not think I will be able to live with the fact that your highness will be a laughing stock because of my presence. Take care of yourself. 

(Y/N)(L/N)

"Kakucho!! Find (Y/n) and bring her here this instant," A worried King called for his most loyal knight. He crumbled the letter in anger. 

"Yes, your highness," Kakucho replied as he summoned Mochi to assemble couple of search parties for Izana's most prized possession. 

'SHIT!! How can I be so stupid,' Izana thought as he strolled the corridor, snapping at anyone who approaches him. He mentally cursed his stupidity. He knew that she was aware about the possible interview, he saw her silhouette when he was speaking to Shion. Yet, he did nothing to ease her worries. He didn't care about Moebius or Toman. The only thing he doesn't want to let go is her. 

After sending a dozen of search parties, his lover was yet to be found. Izana thought for a while, any clue that would help reunite his lover to him. Think! Think!. 'The river near the west forest'. It was a place she would often go to ease her mind. She would always visit the place at least twice a month. That's the only clue he got. 

He took the nearest horse and rode towards the river. After a few minutes, he found someone, it was no doubt her, any beauty in the world cannot surpass hers. 

"I knew I would find you here," A smooth voice said. She knew that voice all too well. The king was standing right in front of her. How he knew her more than she did herself. 

"Your Highness," She called as she lowered her head in respect. Holding her gown tight and biting down her lower lip to avoid bursting down in tears. 

"I believe I told you not to call me that," Izana said as he took another step towards her to close the distance. With every step he took towards her, she took one backwards. Eventually leading to him caging her to the nearest tree.

"You mustn't be here. It's rude to the future Queen of the empire." She said, trying to find an escape route, to have a tough exterior only to gently pick up what's left of her in loneliness. 

"The only Queen I want to keep by my side is you," He said as he placed his forehead on hers, holding her close. Again, just a few words and he already made his way inside her heart. 

"I cannot be your mistress, I will not. You can call me selfish but I cannot bear to see the man I love in the arms of another," She cried out, placing her hands in front of her face in an attempt to cover her teary face. 

"I promise you. It will never happen. I agree that traditions are important and in order to continue the legacy of our kingdom. Don't forget, this is my kingdom, I am free to do what I want. The only thing I want is you," He spoke out his deepest thoughts leaving no room for doubt. Still, there was a dark cloud lurking around her telling her that this is wrong and the king will never be happy with her. 

"My love, my heart only beats for you," He said as he held both his hands in hers pulling her closer, with their chests barely touching. All her previous determination of running away to find herself vanished in thin air. 

"Will you marry me?" He continues. The four words he said with a slight blush on his face was just enough to make her heart skip a beat. She realized that she was the best version of herself when she was with him and it was the same for him. 

"Yes" She replied as he leaned down to capture her lips with his own.

#tokyo revengers izana #izana x reader #tokyo revegers angst #tokyo manji gang #tokyo rev x you #izana kurokawa #shion madarame #kurokawa izana x reader #haitani brothers #rindou haitani #ran haitani #sanzu haruchiyo #sano manjiro #kisaki #hanma shuji #tokyo revengers #tr kakucho

[taro-ki]

Last thought of Izana Kurokawa

Writer warning: first published pls be nice🥺💀, English is not my first language pls leave my knowledge of english unspoken

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I remember from movies how people were used to see short clips from their lives,

I thought when people were dying they were dying and they didn’t have a time to think of anything otherwise then how to stay alive a bit longer, but usually they were thinking of their families or loved ones.

I think I get it now, lying on the ground I wasn’t thinking of my ,,mother,, or my family which I never met and I regret that I never actually meet them.

No. I was thinking of my friend, one and only friend, my real brother. How I miss days when I use to run to him to show some stupidest thing ever or how I get a good grade from school which doesn’t matter now or ever will, but in that time I was so proud of myself that I had to tell someone about it, because we were kids.

I remember how I was saying that I don’t care about school, that i’m gonna rule the biggest gang in whole Tokyo so school wasn’t very important to me, but some how I managed to get a good grade.

I don’t think that I regret anything in my life it was pretty short ,but maybe i should regret that I never actually thanked Kakucho for being there for me,be more grateful, when I found out that I didn’t really had a family. I constantly think that he was smarter than me.

He said that what made family is not a blood lines, and what made is love, respect and trust, in that time I remember that I didn’t wanted to listen. Deep down I knew that he is right. He repeated it that we are your family.

We? In that moment I was thinking as hard as never, who he means. Then I realized that he was talking about guys from Tenjiku. I couldn’t believe that he really was thinking that Haitanis with theirs stupid matching tattoos , weak Shion that wouldn’t win without brass knuckles , Mucho which betrayed toman and Mikey for our kingdom and Mochi that never says much, about himself just following the orders, were supposed to be my family.

That surprised me, I have never seen them as my family. More much as my soldiers, I don’t know, but king dose not care about his soldiers. He send them on war without less care. Maybe I never actually show them any care or affection, but I do care. Maybe it was the time I spend with them , in juvie and normally, it made me think that I actually have someone I can depend on, be sure of help.

I regret, I killed my sister, we weren’t related but she was my sister ,person I should protect not cause her death. I think I felt it when she died that I gone pay for this. And maybe i deserves this, but when I saw how the gun was aimed at Kaku, pulling him off the line from fire was like a reflex, i needed to do that ,even if it costed me my life.

Because if I wouldn’t it means that I totally failed as a brother. I am an arrogant person but as much as I do not want him to be dead , I want him to die with me. Dying is so lonely.

I think that if time could go back I would do a same thing

I felt like my mind is getting blurry,my eyes watering. I don’t want to die, I don’t want to leave him alone, who is going to protect him.

But I know that I will never see him again, because his hand is warm and mine is not. And I knew that his not going with me.

~Are you swear to me your loyalty and follow my orders~I giggles like a 9 years old which I was.

~till death~he smiled and make this move like soldier

Everything is slowly getting so quiet and peaceful, that I couldn’t even feel his hand on mine. My eyes were closing but not on their own.

I never feared of death, until now when I don’t see, don’t feel, don’t hear anything. I don’t want to go, I want to stay with him

Please

#tokyo revengers #izana kurokawa #kakucho hitto #tenjiku #ran haitani #izana angst #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers angst #emma sano #mikey #toman #manjiro sano #shion madarame #haitani brothers #kanji mochizuki #kakucho x izana #toman gang

[macsimagines]

👉👈 I know you mentioned getting asks with similar themes but I can’t help but ask for more because god damn is the angst just… -chefs kiss-

Can the girlies (and by girlies I mean me 😔) get that Kanto!Mikey, Shion, and baby boy Shinichiro headcanons about their s/o trying to leave them because their s/o doesn’t feel good enough?

I swear I’ll give you a better idea someday 😭😭😭.

I did Mikey in a seperate post because his got out of a hand and waaaaaaaaay to big sorry I didn't give these two as much love.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, STALKING, GASLIGHTING???

Yandere!Shion Madarame

He knows you're insecure, and he loves you, he really does, but he uses it to his advantage. Shion is more worried you're going to be scared and try to run, not like he'll ever let you, but still is very worried about what you might try so he does attempt to play into your worries to make you stay.

"I mean, ya, you can be a pain, but I still like you," he tells you after listening to you fret over how maybe he shouldn't be with someone so weak. What he doesn't say is that he wants to protect you, to guard you and love you because you're just too precious to let go.

But then you go and pull some bullshit. You actually try to break it off... "I-I can't do it anymore, Shion. I just know you need someone who can do more for you and I'm not that person..." and you actually walk out on him like that.

Now Shion would sooner tear out his own eyes than ever hurt you, but your 'breakup' isn't sitting well with him. You figured as much when you see him watching staring at you from your apartment window. He even waves.

And it gets worse from there, because now there always seems to be beatings where ever you go. The nice clerk at the corner store you visit regularly ends up being robbed and thrown out of a window, the jogger you pass by and smile to in your neighborhood ends up being jumped with his kneecaps broken, and even your coworker that always brings you coffee has somehow ended up in accident... People are dropping like flys...

Shion pays you a visit one day. He's actually sitting in your apartment when you get off one night. You're already not happy because you just heard an old friend from high school had somehow ended up with a cracked skull...

But you find Shion just sitting at the foot of your bed... With hands caked in drying blood, smiling at you like you just told him he had won a million dollars.

"How many more?" he asks you, "Wh-what? Shion what're you-" "How many more people are in our way, Y/N? Tell me so I can take care of 'em."

Yandere!Shinichiro Sano

Oh how much this one loves you could bring all the greatest of romantics to shame. Too bad he's such a goofball. And honestly, that suits you fine. You two are perfect for each other like that.

You're both playful, a little silly, and you two have fun together. But then you see it. The importance of Shinichiro Sano. Men, powerful men, come to him for guidance and respect his own authority.

That makes you feel so small. You actually can't believe how many influential people he has at his beck and call, the ones that call him a leader. And where could someone, who's a little bit goofy and a lot of bit awkward possibly fit into his world.

You tell him as much and it almost brings him to tears. "You're just... you're so much more than I am-!" "I am nothing without you! How could you even think that!?"

And you two argue like that all the time, back and forth, about how you know he's too important to waste his time, and how you're too important to loose. But boy does he feel like he's loosing you....

"I gave it all up. I don't need that if I don't have you." "You had it before me, you can't just stop being so important." But he isn't important, you make him feel important...

Once, you tried to mention that maybe he could do better and he reached hysterics. It honestly terrified you, not because he was violent but because you saw that he had the potential to be.

Grabbing your arms in his hands with a crushing grip, one you knew could break bones if they really wanted to, and holding you so tight that you couldn't even budge if you wanted to.

"I don't want anyone else!" he had hissed, "I don't need anyone else! This is it! For you and me!" its no longer comforting words but demands of submission now. Like he needs you to top bringing the topic up altogether.

And you do. Not because you want to or because you're suddenly convinced. But because you're too scared now. You've noticed eyes on your everywhere you go, you even tell Shinichiro about it.

"Oh? Him? He worked under me back in the day. Told him to keep an eye out for you." "Wh-what!? Why!?" "Keep you safe. Keep you from doing something stupid."

You figured you're not the only insecure one....

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere shion madarame #yandere shinichiro sano

[the-tragic-heroine]

死鬼祭 | Shiki Matsuri

fandom: tokyo revengers

characters: kurokawa izana, kakucho, haitani ran, haitani rindou, madarame shion, kokonoi hajime

pairings: tenjiku x female reader

cw: blood, violence, major character death, supernatural elements, mass murder, angst with happy ending, kinda, she/her pronouns used for reader

tags: @akemiixx01​

—✧ SUMMARY ✧—

The villagers say that you cursed them all. You believe that they were the ones who cursed you. (Or, in which the circumstances of your unfortunate birth woke a forgotten, slumbering god.)

Very vague depictions of the supernatural here, and a few cameos of specific yokai if you can spot them! Title is based off of a song by KODOKULOVE! More characters may be added as the story progresses.

Read on AO3 Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six

CHAPTER 柒 SEVEN (FINAL)

“Welcome back,” Izana said as you settled back into your own body again. “Are you with me?”

You nodded, staring straight ahead.

“Good. How do you feel?”

“Awful,” you replied bluntly. Then, “Was that really me?”

Izana hummed. “Who knows… but I like to think that it was. Some way or another, you came back—and I believe that somehow, I was given the chance to make things right.” When he looked at you, you were transported centuries back to those same amethyst eyes: divine and ethereal in its majesty, but shedding tears like a heartbroken human man.

“It hurt,” you told him honestly. “It hurt more than the day I was bashed over the head and burned with a torch. I should hate you for making me go through that. Yet…” You trailed off. “Yet, I can’t. I can’t hate you because now, I understand.”

The you who grew up with nothing would have never been able to comprehend the pain of losing absolutely everything.

“The Sano household still stands, even to this day,” you said. “But my family’s old home has long since been built over. They erased both you and us from history and replaced it with the legend of a cunning fox, who tried to disguise itself as a human woman so it could kill the village lord. Not even my mother knew the truth, as it died along with me that night.” You met his piercing gaze. “But you knew, didn’t you? You knew the second you saw me and the blood that came out from between my legs. And the guilt of it followed you forever.”

Izana said nothing.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m sorry for deceiving you. I’m sorry for leaving you all alone.” You smiled at him, eyes dry and free from tears. “But I’m here now, so let me help you.”

This time, when Izana smiled back, you found that he had never looked more lovely.

—✧—

The remaining walk to the village did not take very long, and when you both arrived, you could not even be shocked anymore at the sight that awaited you.

It was as if the entire village, from the rooftops to the streets, had been doused with foul, oozing tar. The malevolent spirits clung onto the sides of buildings, adhered themselves to the weary, zombie-like villagers who appeared to have lost all will to live. None even seemed to notice me as I peered out from behind the trees near the village entrance. Farther into the distance, I recognised the looming presence of the painfully familiar Sano household and its demons, sitting at the very top of the sloping hill.

“How unfair,” you said, “that one man’s sin would be enough to doom an entire civilization.”

“Such is the nature of man,” Izana replied, voice carried by the breeze.

Perhaps the long dream had broken something deep inside of you, because when your gaze came to rest on a crumpled heap along the side of an alley, surrounded by bloodied sticks and stones and with a cloud of both flies and demons hovering overhead, you did not even blink. Probably because the body reminded you a bit of yours, all those centuries ago… and you could no longer find within yourself any remaining ounce of sympathy left for the villagers who had shunned you and your bloodline, tortured you throughout your entire life, for a crime you had never even committed.

You did not feel human when you turned to Izana and said with a smile, “Burn them all.”

—✧—

It was the night of a full moon when you and Izana led an army of a hundred yokai to descend upon the village—but the only person the villagers saw was you. As if in a trance, they watched silently as you walked through the center of all the buildings, eyes set straight ahead, ignoring the chattering monsters that began to crawl close behind. When you reached the foot of the hill leading up to the Sano household, you finally turned around.

Behind you, Izana was already waiting, invisible to the eyes of the mortal men. All he had to do was raise one hand—and then, the massacre began.

Screams blended together with the laughter of Izana’s contracted spirits as one-by-one, the houses burst into flame. Wooden rafters creaked and groaned, snapping and smoldering while people desperately scrambled for safety—only to run headfirst into the jaws of the eagerly awaiting yokai, who devoured their souls and left only empty husks behind. The demonic entities that clung to the village were swept up into the chaos, latching onto and attacking both humans and yokai alike—but they were nothing more than fodder for Izana’s army, who quickly consumed them as well.

You caught glimpses of your shrine’s men in the crowd; Ran and Rindou were all too happy to stomp the demons flat, not caring if any humans were in the way. Shion killed any creature who crossed his path, human or demon, occasionally having to be yanked aside before he could attack an ally by accident. Kokonoi mostly stayed on the sidelines, away from the violence, but did not hesitate to crush any victims who strayed too far from the center of the battle. And you watched as Kakucho, whose eyes once swam with guilt and remorse, guarded the village border—catching whoever made it far enough in their attempt to escape and ripping their hearts from their chests. When he raised his head and briefly caught your gaze, you saw that he wore an expression of nothing but cold dedication to his duty.

As buildings and villagers collapsed and burned alike, you stood at the center of it all. Dying people cried out and begged for their lives like you were a god. How ironic, you thought to yourself as they perished like ants beneath a merciless heel; you had once died here, too, like nothing but a wounded animal, without even the chance to plead to your own beloved god for salvation. You wondered, if you could have chosen how you died, which you would pick: burning together with your people, or bleeding out alone in front of an entire village’s scrutiny.

The sudden touch against the back of your hand dragged you from your thoughts and you found yourself blinking up at Izana, who slipped your hand into his. As he interlaced your fingers together, he leaned in and rested his forehead against yours—mirroring the night of your death. You closed your eyes, letting the sounds of destruction fade into the back of your mind as he spoke.

“This is not the end,” he said, his voice a gentle caress. “This is only the beginning. Let this be the day of our rebirth.”

“Our rebirth,” you echoed, and closed the gap between your lips. In that moment, encircled by death and fire, you had never felt happier.

—✧—

The Sano manor was the only building still standing after the rest of the village was reduced to piles of smoldering ash. You stood before it, matchstick in hand, facing the same doors you had once been thrown out of.

“You tried to erase our bloodline,” you told the house, lifting the match into the air. “How funny that instead, mine will be the only one that remains.”

The match sailed through the air, flame dancing to a familiar melody. When the manor began to burn, instead of the crackling of flames, you heard the humming of your mother while she brushed your hair, woven together with the whimsical laughter of your little brother and sister.

You sat and watched until the house was no more, until all that was left of the fire was the curling of smoke into the air. Until you could no longer hear your family’s song.

“Goodbye,” you said, and cried.

—✧—

“Go sit down,” Rindou snapped at you as you tried to help sweep up some of the debris. “You shouldn’t be here anyway! You should be resting back at home.”

“She’s not a doll, Rin Let her do what she wants,” Ran piped up, standing so that he could stretch from where he had been moving rubble off to the side. “Ugh, some of this stuff is getting into my hair…”

You rolled your eyes at the two of them and huffed. “You guys are absolutely useless at cleaning. Especially Ran. That’s why I’m here, because the mess should have been cleared by now so we can actually start rebuilding everything!”

“Oh, come now,” Kokonoi laughed, sticking out his tongue at your bickering. “Why not pay for some more help? Not that I’m offering to spare some of my own money, though.”

“You’re useless too,” you grumbled right back. “I can’t believe you have the audacity to ask us to pay you to help! Why does Izana still keep you around? Also, where the hell did Shion go?”

As if on cue, a bloodcurdling screech erupted from a rubble pile a short distance away, before Shion popped into view with a disgruntled tanuki dangling by the tail from his clenched fist.

“Ever since we destroyed everything, this place has been crawlin’,” Shion said, eyeing the wriggling creature. “Might as well eat some of ‘em, right?”

You dropped your broom. “Shion! Let it go!”

“It’s lively here, but somehow, it seems that even less work is being done,” came Kakucho’s smooth, deep voice from behind you, right as Shion begrudgingly dropped the poor tanuki. It scampered back into the forest.

You sighed. “It’s like wrangling with children. I don’t know how you and Izana manage it.”

Kakucho laughed, and you were once again struck by the raw beauty of his happy face. “Well, when you’ve been together with these guys for hundreds of years, what’s just a few minutes more in comparison?” He patted your shoulder. “Take a break. I know you’re excited to get things finished, but there’s no real rush. There are no people left aside from you now, after all. And, well, except for…”

A loud yell and crash interrupted him mid-sentence, the two of you looking up just in time to see Izana cheerfully kicking Shion into a mountain of splintered wood. Ran and Rindou guffawed while Kokonoi snickered into one of his fluffy tails. Kakucho rolled his eyes and set off to help Shion up, who was now loudly complaining about splinters, leaving you to watch the scene with a little shake of your head—but unable to wipe the affectionate smile from your face. You were still smiling when Izana made his way over to your side.

“You look happy,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before wrapping his arms around you with a sigh of contentment.

“That’s because I am,” you replied, laughing softly. “I never thought someone like me could ever be happy in this lifetime… but thanks to all of you, I’ve been proven wrong. Even though it took a lot of pain and heartache to get here.” And human sacrifices, your mind added helpfully, though you chose to ignore it.

Izana rested his chin on your shoulder with a pleased hum. “If anyone deserves happiness, it’s you.”

You closed your eyes and smiled. “If you say so. And what about you? Are you happy?”

You felt the curve of his lips against your neck as he responded without hesitation. “Of course I am. And so are the others. We’ve waited centuries to find our happiness again—and now that we found it, we don’t plan on letting you go.”

“I’m… your happiness?” Your words came out in a shaky whisper.

“…Always have been, from the very start.”

The tears of joy rolling down your cheeks became glistening sparkles underneath the warmth of the noontime sun. “Then, don’t. Don’t let me go. Let me stay by your side for the rest of my life—and for the rest of yours.”

“You’ve gotten better with your words since becoming one with me,” Izana said. “Do you feel any different, now that you’ve joined me in becoming a god?”

“Not really,” you said, after some thought. “I feel exactly the same. Who knows, maybe I was actually god all this time! After all, gods are formed from the power of belief, right?”

Izana hummed. “Indeed. This world works in mysterious ways—but that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?”

“At the very least, I do feel like I’ve been reborn, like you said.” One of your hands found its way atop of Izana’s, where it rested over the slight swell of your stomach. “So I hope that it’s a sign of this village’s eventual rebirth, as well.”

“I’m sure it is,” he replied, closing his eyes. His long eyelashes brushed against your skin in a fluttering kiss. “We’ll rebuild it together, piece by piece.”

—✧—

a/n: Sorry if the ending was rather abrupt kdasjlsl I ACTUALLY HAVE ANOTHER FIC I PLAN ON DROPPING SOON SO I JUST WANTED TO FINISH THIS UP QUICKLY SO I CAN GET TO IT!! also, what do you guys think of an epilogue?and btw, before anyone asks about the logistics of how they're gonna rebuild an entire village with just y/n and the boyz, there are neighbouring villages and travelers who will eventually move in and settle permanently! as for how repopulating the village with humans as a god is gonna work, idk just go with it LMAO THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR READING THIS WAS A WILD RIDE AND BY FAR THE LONGEST FIC I HAVE EVER WRITTEN I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!!! NOW ONTO MY NEXT ONE!!!

#tokyo revengers x reader #tkrv x reader #tenjiku x reader #kurokawa izana x reader #kakucho x reader #haitani ran x reader #haitani rindou x reader #madarame shion x reader #kokonoi hajime x reader #tw mass murder #my writing

[mochiswifey]

BROTHER

Shion Madarame X Reader

^Platonic^

CW: Death^Fluff^Angst

Finding a brother figure in a criminal.

You’ve always been alone. You never had a family and never knew what care was. You fought your way into the dangerous crime world, living by the words of kill or be killed.

You rising to the top and eventually becoming the right hand of the man who defeated the invisible Sano Manjirou, you had to deal with the bonten members under your wing.

None of them were ever humane to you. And considering you’re their superior they were even more difficult with you.

“Ugly bitch” The mad dog will whisper while the gorgeous siblings laugh.

Kokonoi Hajime thought you were a maid so did Takeomi Akashi. Kakuchou and Kanji never spoke to you for a simple reason and the most respectable one. They don’t care about you.

You rarely spoke but you were deadly. Deadly and dead to be exact. You were in pain but you always masked it with a facade.

You thought you’re going to be like that until a dumb looking man who’s obviously uneducated entered the meeting room.

“Behold to the great leader of the-“

“Shut the fuck up.” Kanji spat out. The man with a tattoo on the side of his skull rolled his eyes and walked towards Mikey handing him bloody files.

You were intrigued by him. You’ve never seen such a man in the crime world. He looks so full of life and so….

You didn’t think this through. He noticed your eyes and he noticed how you were intrigued by every move and stupid thing he spat out. It’s rare to see someone be interested in him. No one really liked him. His friends did. But as they become more involved to the crime world everything changed.

Shion Madarame wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. That’s why he never became an executive and continued on being a low ranking thug. But thanks to that he still had a beating heart.

After a meeting your curiosity won you over time and you decide to follow him and see what he does.

“Are you really the right hand man of the man who took down Mikey-kun? You’re really not that slick.” He startled you. Your eyes widen and you nervously laugh.

It was the start of a friendship that turned into an unbreakable bond.

Shion…. He’s spontaneous. Dumb. Super dumb. He do things you never thought anyone would do. Hell! He do things not even crazy people do.

He took you out to a zoo in the middle of the night and he tried to wrestle a crocodile.

Spoiler alert. He ran away after the crocodile started moving towards him. You two were chased by the guards not even 7 minutes after you two entered.

“You’re so fucking dumb! Why would you do that?!” You yelled at him as you try to catch your breath. Shion just laughed with his hand on his stomach.

“Because it’s funny. And you’re fucking dumb for coming with me here.”

“I- well- you’re fucking right.” You agreed with him and a long pause came after that.

You look at Shion and he smiled before letting out a fart making the two of you laugh.

It was outrageous but in that hides a joyous memory.

After the ordeal the two of you then decide to buy food at the convenient store and eat under the Kanagawa bridge.

“How’d you end up in this kind of life?” You asked as you took a bite of your Onigiri.

“I’m a fucking nutshell. I enjoy this life. I love living this kind of life.”

“You’re not good at your job. I heard you’ve been with them for 10 years but-“

“What are you talking about I’m great at my job!” He playfully defends himself not wanting to admit that he botched dozens of jobs.

“Whatever.”

“You? You don’t seem like a nutshell like me.”

“I’m here because violence was the only thing that protected me. You love this life? Well, me? Fuck. This is the only life I’ve ever known and it scares me to think that I’ll be out of this life.” Shion went quiet. You sighed and cursed yourself for over sharing but then he let out a snort.

“You know. You’re the only one who laughs at my joke and my antics.”

“I have a very low standard for laughter.”

“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes before finishing his onigiri. He then took his dessert out of the plastic bag between the two of you before continuing.

“I’ll be your brother and you’ll be my sister. Let’s protect each other from now on.”

You look at him in disbelief. All your life. No one has spoken to you like that. From the information you’ve gathered? Shion Madarame isn’t like the person sitting next to you. He’s more….

It doesn’t matter. Him being your brother is the closest thing you’ll ever have to a family.

With a soft smile he shared his pocky with you and the two of you held it against each other making a cross.

“Even after death?”

“Even after death.”

Days with him were bliss. You found a brother in a horrendous world. You found a family in a deranged man.

But the world is just cruel and it doesn’t care what you feel.

Entering the torture room your mouth fell to the floor as your eyes landed on your brother.

Kneeling on the floor his face was badly bitten and the man you swore to give your life away was holding a gun to his head.

“What are you doing?!” You never questioned your master. Not once.

The man who defeated Mikey raised his eyebrow at you surprised at your reaction.

“He botched too many jobs. We don’t need him-“

“Shion. Stand up.”

“N-no. Go away.”

You tried to pull him up but he refuses not wanting to drag you along with him.

He knew that you love him. Because he loves you too. His past was a blur and full of crime. But for the first time in his life he found someone who made him happy.

Happiness….

It was something he never felt before. He wasn’t sure what it felt like until his whole world lit when he saw your bright smile.

Now with your eyes filled with tears he couldn’t help but to blame his stupidity. One final job and you were supposed to be set free. But still he couldn’t do it right.

“You’re siding with him?!” Your master’s voice echoed making your eyes flinched. Shion wanted to protect you so bad but he knew he couldn’t so all he did was to push you away. It was the only thing he could think of to try and save you from any pain.

“G-go AWAY! Y-you’re not YOU ARE NOT GETTING INVOLVED!” He yelled as he stood up. His body was bloody and his legs were wobbly but he tried. He tried to warn you with his eyes.

He accepted his fate but what he couldn’t accept is that you may be having the same fate as what he had been assigned.

“S-stop this. I’ll die alone.”

“If you die. I die.”

You stood in front of him and your master placed the gun on your forehead.

“You are picking this mutt over me? Your master?”

“What are you doing leave!” He shook your body soaking it with his blood but you didn’t budge. You stood in front of him and shielded him.

“He’s the only one I have.”

You closed your eyes accepting your fate. Days with him flashed through your mind. It was blissful.

Getting chased by police for entering a cleaning shop and dry cleaning Shion’s clothes with him still being in it.

Drugging pimps and taking stupid pictures with them.

Him making you a birthday cake which tasted good despite of it’s landslide appearance.

Him holding you inside his arms after having a nightmare.

“It’s okay princess. I’m here. Your brother’s here. I’ll never leave you. It’s only the two of us in this world.”

“P-please f-for for the love of god! Leave this room-“ You turned your head to your side showing your tears filled eye to him. A lump on his throat forms and he vowed to protect you in the next life if he was ever given one.

“I rather be dead with you than be alone in this world.”

He smiled softly and held your hand. The two of you knew what would happen next and you two didn’t care.

You have him and he has you.

There’s nothing more the two of you need.

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[haitaniapologist]

ONLY LOVE CAN HURT LIKE THIS.

pairings — king! shiba taiju x lady madarame! reader.

genre — angst, a bit of fluff, smut, enemies to lovers ish.

warnings — an unhealthy obsession with using dashes instead of commas, sentences with strange structures and grammatical errors because english isn’t my first language, yearning, mentions of domestic violence, death of a minor character, misogyny (not from taiju), shion is a pain in the ass, oral (m->f), a bit of breeding & size k*nk, a pregnancy. if i forgot anything let me know.

word counting — 14k

tagging — @tooweirdforyou @1900-aria @etheralyonn @lonnie19 @sincerelyraylene @chronic-claire-universe @sanzu-s @aqualesha @winterv-black @nanamis-wifey-reye @softbajis @crown5

notes — sobbing. the hold this man has on me, i swear. but!! this is the last part of the first batch of the royal aus, focusing on a knight and two kings. next one will probably start in late june, with izana, ran and baji! hoping you guys will enjoy <3

likes, comments, reblogs, asks, everything is appreacited !!! NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“shion, for god’s sake, if you don’t stop shaking your leg, i will murder you.” 

the carriage wasn’t small, far from it, but your husband was too huge for it — and, it seemed, he was the only one comfortable inside it. you were crumpled at his side, and you were almost puking by the close proximity. shion and hajime were sitting in front of you, poor koko having to deal with the king’s long and strong legs, and you were facing your brother — who, for a reason you didn’t understand, was nervous and bouncing his leg just to prolong your suffering. 

shion averted his eyes to his king, an annoyed frown on his scarred lips. “will you let your wife speak like that to your most trusted counselor?” 

taiju chuckled, and you wanted nothing more than to just strangle him. “y/n is your queen, she can speak as freely as she wants.” you hated how your name left his lips, but you looked smugly at your brother. “and your sister, too.” you didn’t fail to notice how gloom your husband seemed saying that — but it was his fault for losing his siblings. 

“half sister.” 

you couldn’t pretend you weren’t hurt by shion’s words. your emotions weren't in the best conditions since you and your husband attended king takeomi’s marriage. it seemed like destiny was rubbing with salt a wound in your skin, looking at the happy looking couple — you were happy for them, because they married for love, and you wished you could’ve had the same destiny. you were supposed to, at least. and shion had always been unnecessarily mean to you since your childhood, but you never cared. but you envied the queen of brahman, and you noticed how her life was what you’ve always dreamed about: a loving marriage and a good relationship with your brother. 

you felt a warm hand on your face, and a thumb wiping some tears you didn’t know you were crying. “apologize, shion.” your husband’s deep voice resounded inside the carriage, and you unravelled yourself from his touch, heart racing. 

you failed to notice the hurt on his face, but that was what he deserved, taiju supposed. 

you were looking at the view outside the window, feeling shion’s feet nudge yours. “i am sorry, daisy.” you cringed at the sound of your childhood nickname — earned after you fell on a flowerbed of daisies trying to steal some jelly tarts when you were four. but before you could say anything, taiju spoke up again. 

“daisy?” he asked with curiosity lacing his voice, and your eyes widened. you started to shake your head to shion, but the smile on his lips told you nothing would change his mind. even kokonoi seemed curious to know — he knew about your nickname, growing up alongside you and your cousins, but he never heard the story behind it. 

“you see, my king.” smugness was lacing your brother’s voice, and you already felt the heat on your cheeks. “your wife fell in a flowerbed of daisies, after trying to steal fresh jelly tarts from the kitchen.” if you could, you would become one with the carriage cushion, your eyes throwing daggers at shion. how could he? he knew how much you hated taiju and how you didn’t want him to know anything about you.

you didn’t know who you hated more. 

taiju’s soft laugh made your blood boil, and his hand on your thigh was like a burning ember on your skin. “daisy, huh?” 

“do not ever call me that.” he only smirked at you, and before you could try to start an argument with him, kokonoi spoke up. 

“since the four of us are in the same place without being at each other’s throats, why do not we discuss how our kingdom can take advantage of the war situation?” 

“go on, kokonoi.” your husband commanded, the hand on your thigh squeezing your flesh. you tried to ignore the feelings rising up to your chest — you’ve hated him for the past six months since you, begrudgingly, said yes to being his wife, why now would it be different? taiju hadn't changed anything since the black dragon caravan arrived to takeomi’s wedding. he was the same rude, violent and ruthless man from before. 

the same man who killed your mother even though he was betrothed to you since you were born. 

—

being queen was easier than you expected. 

after returning home from the trip to brahman, you had a few things to do. mainly regarding the charity places you supported through the country, or organizing the victory ball. your husband insisted black dragon had one, to show the people how well the country was with his rule. and you needed to admit — you never saw black dragon faring so well. 

your uncle wasn't a good king, always drinking and playing cards to even care what was happening in his home, leaving the kingdom to be ruled by your late cousin, princess akane. she was good and kind, in contrast with her father, but she couldn't do much before he died. but both of them perished together in a fire in the summer palace of the royal family, on the same day your mother died, and your cousin seishu fled the kingdom before he could take the throne. and in a beautifully thought-out coup of etat, taiju was crowned king. 

you sighed. 

you didn't like to think about that day, two years ago. your whole world was shattered at your feet, and to see your mother's lifeless body resting in her bed after taiju, who was your betrothed at the time, delivered her — face and hands tainted with her blood — was like your worst nightmare coming true.

the gardener cleared his throat, and you blinked your eyes. oh — you were supposed to be making the decisions of the ball’s decoration. would it be a cruel joke if you chose daisies for the flowers decorating the ballroom? they were your favorite flowers, and used to be your mother's too. you shrugged at the garden, a thinking expression on your face. “daisies would be lovely. what about some water lilies, too? maybe the blue ones?” you suggested, the blue color representing the shiba dynasty.

you wondered when taiju's patience would break, and he would impregnate you. 

it would be soon, you thought. he was getting more touchy day by day, and sometimes you woke up with him having an arm around your waist. maybe he was trying to get you comfortable with his touch, but his skin on yours always felt like a million needles were penetrating your skin at the same time. maybe if you didn’t see him carrying your mother’s lifeless body and with more blood on his clothes and skin than he was supposed to be for someone who just found her in the road, you would already be carrying his heir. 

you sighed, dismissing the gardener. you didn't have anything else to do, now. the decorations of the ballroom was the last thing you needed to decide on, and now the preparations could fully start. you didn't have any meetings to attend to, and you knew your husband was only doing paperwork now. you pondered who you should pester — kokonoi or shion. you were still pissed with your brother from how he treated you and for revealing an embarrassing story of yours, so koko would it be. 

he was in his office, of course. as the minister of the finances, he had a lot of work to do, but you were childhood friends — one year younger than him and seishu, you grew up as their honorary younger sister. it was simple times, and you missed them. now, you were married to the murderer of your mother, and hajime was still looking for your cousin. 

his office was almost like your second home, and koko never cared about having your company. you would always help him in some matters he was struggling with, and you always made sure he took breaks from time to time. he never expected, however, that your husband would appear in his office exactly when you two were chatting excitedly about a new market trade koko managed to strike with toman. 

“i hope i am not interrupting anything.” hajime knew what your husband was implying, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at your expression. when would you leave your state of denial, and finally accept that you loved taiju? 

you always did, after all. 

— 

“mama.” you whispered, a hand holding tightly your mother's skirt. her kind blue eyes looked down at you while she examined the work the maids did on your big brother. shion hated to dress up to meet new people, and today the shibas were going to visit the madarames. 

“yes, my daisy?” she whispered back, a warm hand cupping your cheek. you were already eight, and it seemed like it was yesterday when you were nothing but a baby that needed her for everything.

you felt your cheeks heat up, remembering shion's words. “brother said lord taiju won't like me.” it would be the first time you would be meeting your betrothed. he was two years younger than shion, and they seemed to be good friends — and your brother said he didn't like fierce girls like you, making you worried. lord taiju was supposed to be your knight in shining armor, but what if he didn't like you? 

“nonsense, y/n.” your mother lightly scolded you, her eyes returning to shion's figure for a second. “you are beautiful, kind, and fun to be around. why would not he likes you?” she asked, wondering what her stepson told you. 

“brother said he doesn't like fierce girls like me.” you admitted. 

“well, then it will be his loss, alright?” you nodded, and she caressed your cheek. shion got ready as soon as the maids finished prepping him up, and you gripped your mother's hand, following her and your older brother to the meeting room, where your family would wait for the shibas to arrive. 

when the guards announced the family, you hid behind your mother's legs — hearing the chuckles of her and your father. you could only see the legs and feet of the shibas, and you smiled, seeing a dress. maybe you could make a new friend. “i am sorry about my daughter. she is quite shy when meeting new people, and she is even more nervous now to meet her future husband.” your father explained and you heard shion’s sneer, and you huffed.  

your mother turned in your direction, a smile adorning her lips. “go on, my daisy.” she encouraged you, and even shion was giving you something you thought to be a smile after your father scolded him. 

as soon as you were out from your hiding spot, a bouquet of lilies was shoved in your face. 

“taiju!” a feminine voice scolded him while you took the bouquet from your betrothed's hands, cheeks red, looking at him for the first time. the only boys you knew were shion, your cousin seishu and his friend hajime, but taiju was more beautiful than all of them. 

you smiled, feeling a wave of boldness and kissing his cheek. “thank you, lord taiju!” 

“i-it was nothing, lady y/n.” 

— 

you woke up suddenly, your body jolting from the laid position to a sitting one, hand on your chest. why were you dreaming of him? taiju couldn't leave you even alone in your dreams? 

speaking of your husband, you could still feel his warmth from where he was sleeping, and you saw his silhouette getting ready to start the day. you didn't mean to ogle, far from that — but the flex of his back muscles, alongside the black cross tattoo he had on his skin, was hypnotizing to watch. as soon as he was ready, you pretended you had just woken up. 

“good morning, wife.” he muttered while tying his boots.

you nodded. “morning.” you weren't supposed to be kind to him in private, but seeing his child version in your dreams made your heart soften, just a little bit. you remembered the day when you first met him fondly, and you wondered when everything changed — and why became such a monster. “where are you going?” 

he raised a brow at your curiosity, and you just scoffed, getting up from the bed and walking towards your dressing table to fix your hair. 

“i am going to pray in the chapel.” he answered, and you were at a loss for words. you knew your husband was religious and often did that, but today his actions seemed different. “i pray for your first ball as queen to go smoothly, y/n.” you wanted to wipe away from his face the soft smile he was giving you.  

“thank you, husband.” you muttered while you watched him go by the mirror of your dressing table, sighing. 

soon, your maids were to arrive to prepare you. it was ball day, so you were expected to check if everything was as you wanted, and to retire earlier from your queenly duties to get ready. you had a new dress and a new diamond necklace, courtesy of your husband, to use. you looked at yourself in the mirror, heart heavy — why were you missing your husband's voice telling you about what he had to do? why were you missing his company? 

you pinched your arm, hissing at the pain. then, you slapped your cheeks, a scowl on your face. 

a stupid dream wouldn't make your feelings change. 

“my queen? is everything alright?” the main maid asked, and you felt the heat coming up to your cheeks. you didn’t notice when they arrived. the younger ones were trying their hardest to control their giggles, and you didn’t have the heart to scold them — you never did, after all. 

“yes.” you answered, chuckling at the younger girls. “i am just nervous.” 

they hummed, and you allowed them to start their ministrations, smiling at your image in the full length mirror they brought into the door. you ate breakfast with your brother, and something tugged your heart when you noticed taiju wasn’t inside the room — was he avoiding you? why was he doing that? shion scoffed at your face, and you kicked him under the table, but thanked the cook nonetheless. 

“you are hopeless.” shion muttered, and you gave him a dirty look. what did he know? nothing. he was the one who firstly supported taiju on his claim to the throne and the one who said that your betrothal to him never ended, even if he was considered a traitor before your uncle died. 

you turned to him, bringing a fresh strawberry to your mouth. “hopeless for what exactly, brother?”

shion just smirked at you, and you swore you wanted nothing more than to just take a butter knife and pierce it through his skin. you hated when he smiled at you like that, as if he knew more than you just because he was four years older than you. “when you are going to stop pretending you do not love taiju?” 

you opened your mouth to say anything — either to deny or curse him — but nothing came from your mouth. 

“see? you can not even deny it.” he smiled at you, and it seemed like your senses returned to your body. you kicked him under the table once more, abruptly getting up and gathering you skirt. 

“i do not… l-love him.” that stupid smile didn't leave your brother's face, especially after when you suttered. 

you left the dining room with shion's laugh intertwining itself in your legs, almost making you fall for how quickly you were taking to get away from him. throughout the day, your heart was hammering inside your ribcage and everyone could see how on edge you seemed to be, and you hoped they thought it was because you were nervous because of the ball. 

you made sure everything was like you remembered. you tried to make the ball an almost copy of one your mother was the hostess when you were a teen — the color pallet for women was pastel and light colors, men weren't supposed to wear suit jackets, and the flowers were white. you added blue flowers to not hear taiju complaining, though. the food was delicious, with tasty delicacies and delicious sweets, and the music was on tune. you made sure that the orchestra was going to play all of your mother's favorites, and you remembered fondly how she and your father enjoyed dancing — they always reserved the first and last dance for each other. 

time for lunch was near, and you asked your maids if they couldn't bring the lunch to your makeshift study room — your uncle didn't let your aunt have one, so you were using an old guest room as one until yours was finished — because you weren't ready to face your husband again. and you knew lunch was the only time you could spend on his company on a ball day, since after it you would spend the afternoon and a bit of the evening getting ready. 

bathing, shaving, relaxing — your maids made sure that you received the best treatment after a quiet lunch, and you appreciated their effort. they always knew when you needed an extra shoulder massage or a gentler treatment. you liked to hear them talk about their day and life, and you wished yours could be simpler. you wished you had the guts to run away when seishu asked if you didn't want to go with him, but you couldn't leave shion behind. 

maybe you should have. 

you sighed, feeling the cold feeling of the silk hugging your skin. the light blue color of it accentuated the glow of your skin, and you needed to agree that the necklace taiju gave you was beautiful. you touched it softly with your fingertips while the main maid placed the crown atop of your head, your eyes meeting your husband's throughout the mirror. when did he arrive?

the maids promptly bowed and left the room when they noticed the king, and taiju leaned against the wall. you were still looking at your appearance in the mirror — you really looked like a queen. 

“you are the most beautiful woman of this kingdom, daisy.” you made a strangled sound hearing the nickname coming from his mouth, and taiju chuckled. he was so lucky to have married you — even though you looked like you were going to a funeral on your wedding day.

you said nothing more, avoiding his gaze, and taiju expected it. he deserved it, actually — he wasn't able to save your mother, after all. and he was a monster, and he knew that very well. every time he looked at the empty seats besides him, which were destined to his siblings, he was reminded of how badly he treated them — threatening to kill the two people he loved most if they didn't agree to his claim to the throne. 

your hand on his arm took him out of his thoughts, and you had a worried frown adorning your graceful features. “shall we go, husband?” he nodded, offering his arm to you. 

his smell was intoxicating. you tried not to think how well he looked without formal clothing, just wearing a white blouse and black trousers, or how his hair seemed to glow below the golden crown. everyone inside the castle paused to look at you two walking — you and taiju were a stunning couple, and even though it seemed like being near him hurt you physically, it was still a beautiful sight to witness. 

reaching the ballroom, you took a deep breath and the facade of a devoted and loving queen took over you. a guard announced you and your husband to those inside the room, and you could hear a few gasps. for many, it was the first time seeing the king and the queen together since the marriage, and you didn't want anyone talking about your relationship with taiju behind your back. 

you gave your husband a puzzled look when he started to lead you to the dance floor instead of a social circle, and he smiled. “the first dance of a ball always belongs to us, y/n.” 

such tradition wasn't one you knew about, but you didn't care if he was making it on the spot. if you two danced already, maybe he wouldn't ask for another one. you got in formation, one hand on his shoulder and the other intertwined with his, and a shiver ran down your spine of the feeling of his large one in the middle of your back. 

the melody that started was a melancholic one, maybe not suited for newly-weds to dance, but it was one of your mother's favorites. taiju led you through the room, and you nervously looked at the faces observing you two. “eyes on me, daisy.” he commanded, but you didn't want to obey. you were on edge since you woke up, and being near his presence made your mind dizzy — but your eyes involuntarily found his golden ones, and you almost drowned in them. it was probably the first time you really looked at taiju in the eye since your mother died, and you understood why you stopped doing it. his eyes were mesmerizing, and they hypnotized you.

dancing with him never felt like that before. 

you almost drifted your orbs to a point behind his face, but taiju only brought your body closer to his, as if he was for you to not break eye contact with him. you nodded almost imperceptibly, lips parting sightly. it took everything on taiju to not kiss them, but he knew he needed to go slow with you — at least, with you, he could still mend what he broke. and that was his fuel to wake up every day, even if you treated him as if he was the scum of the earth. he knew that after knowing the truth, you would find it in your heart to forgive him. 

taiju hoped, at least. 

the music ended with the piano, and he kissed your forehead, bowing to your dumbfounded self — who at least had the mind to mimic his actions — hearing the claps of the invited. soon the dance floor was crowded with people, and you were stolen by your brother. taiju smiled at the sight of you dancing with shion — it reminded him of him and yuzuha, in times when her first dance always belonged to him. he wondered how his siblings were faring in tenjiku. he had hoped he would see them in takeomi's wedding, but, if they attend it, they probably were hiding from their older brother. 

the ball went smoothly. after your dance with shion, you found yourself surrounded by the influential ladies of the kingdom, who were showering you with compliments — from your appearance, to the food, to the decorations of the ball. almost all of them knew you from childhood, from monthly afternoon tea your mother used to attend. only one was hosted in your home, and your mother made sure to show them how beautiful her daughter had grown. when their husbands asked them for a dance, you found yourself in hajime's company. he was a fun person to be around in balls, always knowing the newest gossip of the kingdom. you, him and seishu used to hide behind the pillars to hear what people were talking about, giggling when they said something you three could gush to your mothers later. 

however, as you chatted and giggled alongside koko, you felt as if you were being observed. it didn't take long for you to meet your husband's eyes, and the emotion dripping from them made you confused — why it seemed he was angry at you? you weren't doing anything to embarrass him. maybe the count he was talking with said something that wasn't of his liking? every subject knew how fickle taiju's mood was, even though he was a charismatic leader. you didn't try to think much about it, but kokonoi knew what was happening.

taiju was jealous. 

ever since he saw you and koko inside his office, something changed in him. hajime noticed how more observant he was when you two interacted — and it seemed he was at his break point. hajime only hoped his vein wouldn't pop off, or he would be a dead man.  the ball ended with taiju proclaiming a well written speech, exalting the allied nations on their courage to fight a usurper, and you almost snorted — he was a usurper, who used the fact he was betrothed to a cousin of the royal family to feign a claim to the throne that was absurd. but you kept your composure, smiling and clapping when it was necessary. you two were the last to arrive but the first to leave, but something seemed different in the walk back to your shared chambers. taiju seemed tense, and you wondered if what happened when you were talking with koko was still the reason.

as soon as the door closed behind him, taiju gripped your arm. “do not touch me.” you spat, and his grip tightened. but, surprising you, it wasn't with the intention to hurt. “i said for you to let—”

“are you cheating on me with kokonoi?” he cut your complaint, and your eyes widened. what was he talking about? “do not act surprised on me, y/n. i see how close you two are.” you expect to find anger in his eyes — as was expected of a man having suspicions of infidelity coming from his wife — but you only saw hurt. “tell me, woman.” he spat.

“you can not accept the fact that a man and a woman can be friends?” your voice was laced with venom, and you managed to get away from his grip. you didn't understand why his suspicions hurt so much — or the fact he called you woman instead of wife —- but you didn't want to be in the same room as him any more. how could he think you saw kokonoi as something more than a brother? yes, you gave all the reasons for taiju to think that someday you would do such a thing like cheating on him, but you accept your fate in a loveless marriage as soon as you walked down the aisle. “go away.” you murmured, tears burning your eyes. 

“y/n…” taiju started, his heart breaking by being the cause of your tears. he messed up everything again, didn't he? he let his anger speak for himself, once more. 

“i do not want to see you.” you wiped your tears, turning your back to him. 

how did you think things could change between you two? 

you sighed when you heard the door closing again, walking towards your dressing table to get ready to sleep. the tears already took all the small amount of makeup your maids applied on your skin, but you still had a few more things to do. 

— 

you wanted to sleep. but you couldn't. 

taiju's eyes were haunting you. every time you tried to close your own, you saw his golden orbs — how intense they looked while you two danced, or the hurt and anger dripping from them. you didn't like it, and even though you were the only who said you didn't want to be in the same room as him, you noticed you couldn't sleep if he wasn't at your side. 

the door to your shared chambers opened and you instantly closed your eyes, hearing taiju's footsteps. he stopped in front of you, gently tucking you inside the covers before going to get ready for bed, and you knew he was aware you were awake. you opened your eyes again, orbs following his very movement until he got under the covers too.

his hands found your waist, bringing your back to rest on his warm chest, and you felt a blush creeping to your cheeks while he intertwined your legs. your better judgment was telling you to scream and kick him, to demand him to not touch you, to leave you alone and treat you as if you didn't exist — but another part inside you, the little girl who received a bouquet of lilies from him when she was eight, wanted nothing more than to just bask in his warmth. 

you listened to her. 

“i am sorry, y/n.” taiju whispered against the skin of your neck. “i did not mean to upset you.” you just nodded, not knowing what to say. he didn't mean to, but he did upset you. just an apology wouldn't do much. “i just feel jealous because i know what we have is just in the papers.” you parted your lips when he pressed a kiss to your neck, a soft whimper escaping them. “and i am not brave enough to make it a real marriage.” 

“taiju…” you whispered in the night, but his arms tightening their hold on your waist shut you. 

“i will make you fall in love with me again, do not worry.”

—

you thought last night was a dream. 

if your head was on its right place, you would never let taiju touch you like that. or even find comfort in his warmth and feeling safe between his arms. shion probably put something inside something you drank in the ball, you were sure of it. 

but you woke with your face facing taiju's shirtless chest, one of his hands on your lower back and the other on your waist, keeping you firmly inside the cage he made with his arms. your faces were centimeters away, and you could see all the small freckles his skin had — or the curve of his nose, or the baby hairs growing on his scalp. it was the closer you had even been near him, and when you noticed his eyelids fluttering, you hid your face on the crook of his neck, pretending to be asleep. 

taijj changed his position, bringing you with him — now he was facing the ceiling and your head was on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. the hand on your lower back was still there, but the one on your waist went to your head, stroking your hair. “i know you are awake, y/n.” taiju chuckled when he felt you huffing. “good morning.”  you nodded, feeling too embarrassed to say anything else. you opened your eyes, being met with the sight of taiju's tattooed chest once more, but you could feel how his heart was beating differently. was he nervous? “morning…” you whispered, trying to get a view of the curtains to try to see how many hours you two slept. the feeling of his large hand stroking your curls was almost soothing, and maybe a day off — without him, of course — would be good. but taiju wasn't moving, and maybe he had the same idea as you. “i will call it a day off.” you made your intentions known, hoping he would get the hint.

“i was thinking about doing the same thing.” you weren't looking at him, but you knew he was smirking. you just rolled your eyes in annoyance. 

“this is hard to believe, husband.” you knew how taiju was committed to his work as king, and a day off was something you never saw him taking since you married him six months ago. you tried to move from his hold, but he only held you tight, manoeuvring your body so you were laying on top of him. he was too warm — and you rested your face on his chest, his fingers going up and down on your spine. “i never saw you taking a day off.” 

taiju hummed. “did not i say last night that i would win your love back?" you felt your cheeks heat up at the remembrance of what he said. “how will i do it if i spend the whole day in the office?” 

“alright.” you answered embarrassed, and taiju kissed your hair, before manoeuvring your body back to the bed. 

you watched as he got up and stretched, eyes ogling his back once more. you hid your face in the covers, avoiding looking at his naked chest. “i will tell a maid to bring us breakfast here, is that alright with you?” 

“yes.” you answered, taking the covers out of your eyes, your orbs following taiju as he put a robe around his broad shoulders. “tell her to bring jelly tarts, please?” you asked, heart hammering inside your ribcage when taiju smiled down at you. it wasn't fair that his smiles were so stunning — you were supposed to be hating him, and not thinking such things. 

you waited until he was out of the bedroom to get up from the bed, sitting on your dressing table. you didn't have much to do while you waited for him to come back with breakfast — you were sure the first poor servant he found would probably have a nosebleed seeing their king like that — and while you could brush your hair, you didn't want to try to do it again and be scolded by your maid. 

soon, taiju was back with a few servants, and all of them were already blushing — and you watched as how redder their cheeks got when they saw you in nothing but a white nightgown. you knew what everyone was thinking about. maybe an heir was being made, finally. 

but they weren't, and you didn't know if they would ever be made. 

breakfast was pleasant. you ate your loved jelly tarts, and tried not to blush when taiju’s finger wiped a bit of jelly that stayed near your lips. it had been ages since you had a proper conversation with him, and it was a pleasant surprise to see that he wasn’t such a horrible company. he almost made you laugh twice, and you tried as you could to not let the giggles escape your lips. and it seemed as if he wanted to hear you laughing, making it his mission to hear your sweet laughter. 

you spend the rest of your day with him. taiju made sure that no one would be bothering you, especially koko or your brother, and you two did things suited for couples — a stroll in the gardens, lunch on the balcony, horse riding and a little picnic. through the whole day, you felt yourself torn between two. the first half was the one who saw taiju carrying your mother's lifeless corpse, his whole body bloodied and guilty dancing in his eyes, the one who watched with anger on the eyes as taiju crowned himself after, probably, being the responsible for your cousin and uncle's death. the other half, however, was the little girl who wanted nothing than to marry him, and the woman who didn't want to have a loveless marriage.

every time you felt taiju's lips on your skin, or you heard his laugh, you knew the second half was winning. and you were angry at yourself for that — you had promised that you would never love him, that he would die before he saw a child being born out of your marriage. where was that girl? was she really going to be bought with kind words and sweet smiles? 

such thoughts were plaguing you even when taiju had his arms against you once more, your back to his chest and his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, sound asleep. 

was you really falling in love with him? has this feeling always been inside you, but you never acted on them? 

— 

someday you would murder shion, you were sure of it. 

he was the first one to notice how yours and your husband's relationship changed, and the smug smile on his lips was infuriating. why he always needed to be right? why, for just one time in your life, couldn’t you be the one giving him such a smile? 

“do not even try to say something.” you said as soon as taiju left the dining room, after kissing your forehead and saying he would have a busy day, but you would always be in his mind. it was the first time he did that, and you thought it was because he felt you were more comfortable in his presence. and you were, in fact. it had been a few days since the night of the ball, and sometimes you even missed taiju when he needed to work late and couldn't be with you until you fell asleep. it was embarrassing, how dependent you became on his warmth to be able to sleep properly. 

shion’s smile just grew bigger. “if you listen to your big broth—” 

“oh, now i am not just your half sister?” even though it was just a friendly banter, your words held a bit of hurt in them. 

“as i was saying.” shion gave you a dirty look, and you rolled your eyes. “if you listened to your big brother, you would not be in such a situation.” you raised a brow at him, wanting to know more of his well of wisdom. “i always told you that your hatred towards taiju was just a façade of love.” 

you averted your eyes from his gaze, lowering it until it was on your plate. yes, shion told you that, but… but did taiju really have feelings for you? he acted as if he had, but what if he was only doing things so you two could consume your marriage and you get pregnant? you knew how manipulative he could be, but you didn’t want to believe that his feelings for you weren’t a real thing. “and?”

“i was right, was not i? i always am.” shion chuckled, seeing your flustered expression. 

you got up, extending your hand towards your brother. “i think we should get going to our duties. we have a meeting together today, brother.”

shion got up as soon as your feet touched the ground, an arm sneaking around your shoulders and bringing you to an embrace. you didn’t understand why he was getting so affectionate, but maybe it was your mother’s death anniversary coming. both you and him got pretty emotional when the date was coming up, and that could only be the explanation for his actions. or he was happy you and taiju were getting along? he and your husband were childhood friends, and you wondered what taiju was telling him. “you always change the subject when i start talking about your feelings, do not you, daisy?” 

“do not call me that.” you barked, starting to walk with your arms hugging your brother by his torso. 

“why not, daisy?” he teased, and you pinched his waist, making him gasp. 

“because i said so. i am your queen, you should respect me.” 

you giggled at the expression on his face. “how can you be queen before me being king? that is unfair.” 

“then marry taiju. i will gladly divorce him if that means you will be his husband.” 

“as if.” shion had a disgusted expression on his face. the idea of being married to taiju was a cursed one — he wasn’t against the idea of having an affair with a man, but with taiju? no. the king was like a little brother to him. “whenever he will fuck me, he will be moaning your name.”

“s-shion!” you felt your cheeks hot and tried to stop to scold your older brother, but he kept walking, dragging you with him towards the room you would be meeting some nobles from the region you were born. they were nobles who were against the claim of your husband to the throne, staying  faithful to taiju because he was married to you, someone who had inui’s blood flowing through your veins. you knew the talks would be centered about an heir, and you didn’t know if you would be able to endure them. of course, you didn’t want a rebellion to take place in your childhood home, but those nobles were only thinking about the privileges they had when your uncle was king — privileges which taiju took from them to give to others, who supported him since the beginning. 

you were right about the meeting, but shion proved to be more understanding of your feelings. he defended your integrity of those disrespectful men — saying that you were still getting adjusted to queen’s life, and you wanted to be more suitable to the role before having a child to call yours. 

after that meeting, you had a few other meetings to attend — most of them regarding the charity organizations you were the patron of, or with the staff of the castle. it was a busy day, and you hoped to see your husband at dinner, but it was just you, shion and hajime. the two almost laughed at your disappointed pout, but entertained you with stories of their day, maybe taiju was already in your shared room, probably too tired because of his day.

but he wasn't there, and when your maid left you — after helping you to get ready to sleep — you were left alone in a room that was supposed to be for two. you knew where your husband was, and you left the room tiptoeing, so nobody would suspect anything and follow you. 

the walk to taiju's study was quicker than you expected. no encounters with maids or needing to hide — it seemed as if the universe wanted you to find him. you rolled your eyes when you saw the light coming from the door. of course, he was working late. he was doing that more and more, and while you admired his passion for his work, you were quite worried too. it wouldn't be good for his health to do that all the time. 

what you didn't expect to find, however, was your husband sound asleep on his desk. 

you closed the door carefully, walking towards him with careful steps. you never saw him sleeping — taiju always awoke before you and went to sleep after you, and that was a rare sight. he looked more peaceful without his signature frown on his face, and your fingers softly traced his features. his sharp nose, his angled cheekbones, his chin. taiju was a beautiful man, and you knew how many women — and men, too — badly wanted to be his mistress. but taiju would die before thinking about humiliating you like that. 

you huffed, just thinking about that. he would never dare to do that to you — but it was just a hypothesis of something that could happen and, if shion's words were true, your husband loved you more than you thought. a smile made its way to your lips at the thought, and you bent down to press a chaste kiss to his forehead. 

“taiju, husband.” you shook his shoulder, watching as his eyelids fluttered, and he opened his golden eyes, being met with your figure looming over his body.

you looked like an angel on taiju's eyes, and your face became red with the intensity of his glare. “i… why are you here, daisy?” he asked with sleep lacing his voice, his head still resting on the desk. 

“it's late, taiju. you need to sleep.” you responded, offering your hand to him. “come.” authority was dripping from your voice, and taiju wasn't a fool to not do as he was told, getting up from his chair and intertwining your fingers with his. 

you led him through the castle's corridors towards your shared chambers, and taiju followed you like a lost puppy. he was so tired, that he could sleep on the ground if you left him there to walk alone. he knew he was working more than he should, but the kingdom needed him all the time — he was worried about some intern threats from lords that were against his rule, and maybe he should've expect that to happen at least once. 

too lost in his thoughts, taiju didn't notice when you two arrived in your chambers, you making him sit down on the bed and helping him get rid of his day clothes, handing him a clean pair of pajamas. “thank you, y/n.” he thanked you by kissing your hand, and you averted your gaze from his tattooed chest to the bed.

“it is nothing, taiju. just come to bed already.” 

a chuckle escaped his lips at your reaction while he changed, and you just sneered at him in retaliation. you were too adorable for your own good, and taiju didn't know how much more he could live without kissing your lips senseless until he made you dumb and quiet, no more quick responses to anything he had to say. 

you bit your lips when you felt his weight on the bed, but taiju's next words took you by surprise. “can you… can you hug me tonight instead, y/n?” 

you turned your body towards him, seeing you defeated he looked. it wasn't easy to rule a kingdom, and you would do anything to not see such look on your husband's face again — as if the stress and his duty were like arrows piercing through his skin. you nodded, opening your arms to him and taiju promptly scooted closer to you, hugging you by the waist. his head found its comfort on your chest, and your hand started to stroke his hair. 

“thank you, y/n.” taiju whispered, his voice muffled by your nightgown. he placed a kiss on your collarbone, and you shivered, but you only tightened your hold around him. “i lo— i appreciate this.” 

was he… was he going to say what you thought? but before you could ask, you smiled to yourself, seeing taiju sleeping face once more. 

—

as the days went by, your marriage to taiju was becoming more and more a real thing. 

you decided to stop fighting with that part of yourself that hated him. you had never been happier in your life — everything seemed to be working in your favor, and even your relationship with your brother improved. you two still bantered a lot — that would never change — but shion seemed to be more considerate of your feelings, and you were more touchy with him, just like when you two were younger. taiju stopped being jealous of kokonoi, and you two only became closer — you held him while he cried for his love for your cousins, and he heard your conflicted feelings for your husband. 

but, something that was still bothering you, was the lack of your study. you needed to have an office for yourself, even though there were plenty of rooms that you could use. but you wanted something that was yours and not someone else’s, a place that would be sacred for you, that you felt safe within its walls. 

“where are you leading me to, husband?” you asked, while your husband had a firm grip on your hand, your eyes covered by a black piece of cloth. 

“it’s a surprise, daisy. i can not tell you yet.” he answered, mischief lacing his words like vines, and you pouted. you hated surprises — you hated not knowing what was going to happen, and the feeling of anticipation when someone did what your husband was. “your pout will not make me indulge in your desires, y/n.”

you huffed and taiju chuckled. 

you two walked in silence for a few more moments before your husband stopped, his presence now behind you, his hands coming to undo the lace behind your head. you opened your eyes, blinking them to get used to the light, looking puzzled at a door. “so?” you asked, turning your head to look at taiju’s looming figure in your back, his hands now on your shoulders. 

“open it.” you did what you were told, and you almost broke down in tears. 

it was a study room, beautifully decorated with everything you liked. the walls were of a mint green color, with paintings of nature and flowers, as well as tall bookshelves filled with the most variety of books. a big mahogany table was placed in front of a beautiful window, with its view to the garden. “it is all yours.” taiju whispered against your ear, pushing you to enter more into the room. you spinned around, giggles coming from your mouth — until you saw it. a painting of your family, that used to be in your father’s study back at your home. 

you remembered the day your father commissioned it. you were twelve, shion was sixteen, and you two had a big fight before the painter arrived. you cried in your mother’s arms the whole time, telling her the horrible things your brother told you — that you were just his half sister, that you were an annoying little girl that would never be loved by her husband, that as soon as he became duke, he was going to break your betrothal to taiju and would ship you off to a foreign nation to never see you again. she just held you, but when your father called the family to pose, you saw how red shion’s ears were. after the painter went away, he asked for forgiveness — and you said how sorry you were too, since you were pestering him about learning how to fight. in the end, he gave you a piggyback ride to the training grounds and taught you how to defend yourself from creepy men, your mother smiling fondly at you two when dinner time arrived and you were both disheveled and sweaty.

you just noticed you were crying when you felt taiju’s fingers wiping the tears from your cheeks. “did you like it?” he asked, a worried frown on his face. you just nodded, eyes widen and mouth slightly agape due to his close proximity. “yes?” you nodded again, feeling as one of his hands came to rest in the back of your head and the other cupped you cheek, his thumb caressing your lips. your hands gripped his dress shirt and yanked him down to bring him closer, your eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips for a brief second before his lips crashed over yours. 

the kiss tasted of tears and something bittersweet, as if none of you two thought it was real. you have wondered what kissing taiju would feel since forever, but your imagination could never be compared to reality. it seemed he was torn in between treating you like glass or kissing you like he truly wished you, and a tug on his shirt was enough to snap him out of it. taiju broke the kiss and lifted you up, his eyes never leaving yours. they were two little suns shining in your sky, and you were willing to pay the price of looking at them — just like that story of the boy who flew so close to the sun and died, you were willing to burn just to stay looking at them.

your husband placed you on top of your new desk, and he still towered over you. his lips were ghosting yours, and a shiver ran down your spine when he whispered against them. “daisy.” you hated the nickname, you really did, but the way they left taiju’s lips was sweeter than anything else. “my daisy.” 

you nodded. “all yours.” 

it was the confirmation he needed to kiss you once more, this time more brutal than the first time, teeth clenching with each other and hands roaming over your body. yours were on his hair, dishevelling it as much as you could, to show everyone inside that bloody castle that taiju belonged to you and only you — you did not seek fire, but your heart was aflame from what you felt for him. such feeling was not from earth, no. it was something else, something that burned without being seen, that made your skin turn upside down. 

you broke the kiss in search for air, and taiju’s lips attached themselves to your neck, his hands grabbing your thighs. he sucked the sensitive skin of your neck, and you let a whimper from the feeling, at the same time the door opened. 

“oh my god.” you heard shion’s voice and your face heated up, heart racing from shame. “i— you were trying to fuck my sister on her study?” shion asked dumbfounded, and you hid yourself behind taiju, who turned around to face your brother with the same intention. “never mind.” your brother answered himself, a disgusting expression on his face. “just… when you are ready, come to your study because we have some matters to discuss.” 

your brother exited the room quickly, and your husband turned his body to face you once more. “duty calls, my daisy. but stay here, i will be back soon.” 

you nodded, chasing taiju’s lips once more. this time, he managed to restrain himself, just giving your sweet ones a peck. as soon as taiju was out of your study, you started to explore it, after trying to rearrange your appearance. you knew the delicate hairstyle your maid did in the morning was now ruined, so you let your hair loose — it was sometimes a bother, but you enjoyed not having so much pressure on your head. you smiled, noticing that the paint of your family was in the walls across from your desk. you knew that whenever you felt down or not worthy of your position, your mother and father would remind you why you were there. 

you explored everything you could, discovering all the little secrets inside your study, and your husband wasn’t back. maybe it was just like last night, and he caught himself trapped with work, so you decided to make him a visit. but you wished you had not. 

arriving at taiju’s study, you noticed the door slightly ajar, and you could hear your brother’s and taiju’s voices, both of them sounding annoyed at something, and you hoped they weren't fighting. 

“they demand what?” taiju asked, and you furrowed your browns.

“an heir.” shion answered, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. you didn’t… you didn’t feel ready to be a mother yet. last month you were cursing and hating taiju, not wanting to acknowledge your true feelings for him, and you didn’t even know if taiju felt the same yet. “they say they will only accept your claim when you impregnate my sister, then the next ruler will be of inui blood too.” 

taiju sighed. “why they think i married your sister?” he asked, for no one in particular, and you didn’t see how shion’s eyes widened. “for her good locks? of course not. because of her claim, and just for that.” the king passed a hand through his face. “and i am trying to consummate my marriage, but your sister is more stubborn than i thought.” 

you couldn’t hear anything more of their conversation. was everything a lie? when he said he would make you fall in love with him? all the touches, the smiles, the late night chats. the kiss — was the intensity of that kiss just a lie? was taiju trying to seduce you so you could give him a child? you felt sick, at the verge of throwing up everything you ate at breakfast and lunch. tears glossed over your vision, and you ran from there, your feet taking you to your chambers. you couldn’t believe you fell for his trick — you should’ve listened to the side of you that told yourself to hate him, to despise him until the end of his days, and not the naive little girl that wanted nothing more than to be loved by him. 

“is that… is that true?” shion asked, quite dumbfounded. he was ready to punch taiju if he said that yes, he only married you because of your family bond to the former royal family. “you only married my sister because of her claim?”

“of course not, shion. i love y/n more than anything in this world. even if she didn’t have inui blood, she would still be my queen.” 

— 

you didn’t appear for dinner, and taiju was worried. 

the maid told him you were in bed, not feeling well, and that scared him. what if he scared you away because of the kiss? what if you still hated him and didn’t want that? everyone could see how tense the king looked without the queen inside the room, and koko and shion wondered if something happened between the two of you. when they finally thought they would have peace from taiju’s pinning and after you and your bratty ways to not accept your feelings, it seemed everything returned to zero scale. 

he couldn’t even eat properly, his plate almost untouched when taiju announced he would retreat to his chambers. he almost runned there, the dread on his stomach making him wanting to see you only growing stronger. and as soona s he opened the door and heard your sobs, he knew something was really wrong. did someone say nasty things to you? just the thought made his blood boil, and he approached you on the bed, curled up and crying your heart out. taiju kneeled beside you and started to wipe some of your tears. 

“do not touch me.” you meekly said, and he gave you a puzzled look. you did nothing to take his hand from your face. “i told you to not touch me, taiju.” this time, however, you rolled on the bed and got up, his presence being too much for you to handle.

“what happened, y/n?” he asked, a worried frown on his face, and you laughed. he felt his heart break by your actions, as if you didn’t believe he was worried about you and your well-being. but he needed to know what happened, and he felt an unbridled rage just like… just like his siblings defied him. he swore he would never do that again — taiju understood how wrong his actions towards them, of slapping or punching them when he was upset, seeing how shion treated you. many times he saw you being a brat towards him, and he never did anything. but the king noticed that too late, and when he was ready to apologize and try to start over, his siblings fled the kingdom like they were criminals. 

and to feel that, again, but towards you was something that made him sick. and you noticed a change in his behavior, too, and the fear in your eyes made him want to slap himself. no, you should never fear him — he would never do anything to you. he unclenched his fists. “please, tell me, daisy.”

“do not call me that!” you screamed, more tears flowing down your face. “you have what you want now, no? you made me fall for you and think you loved me, too.” 

what? what were you saying? 

“the last step was getting me pregnant, was not it? but now i know… now i know everything was a lie.” you laughed again, and the dread on taiju’s stomach only grew. did you hear what he said to shion? that couldn’t be true. he said he loved you, too. why didn't you believe that? “you are truly a monster, taiju. i do not know how i could think i loved you.” 

“y/n, please, this is not what you are thinking.” he tried, feeling his voice quiver with unshed tears. you had already treated him as if he was the scum of the earth, as if he was the worst person alive, and it didn’t hurt as much as it was now. 

“i do not want to hear anything from you, taiju. from now on, we will sleep in separate rooms and i do not want to hear from you ever again.” you made your intentions clear, even through tears. “i will give you your desired heir. but after you impregnate me, you will not ever touch me again.” 

not, that couldn’t be happening. when he thought you were finally opening himself for him, when he thought you would finally be happy at his side, everyone crumbled. he watched powerless as you exited the room, but taiju needed to fight — he couldn’t let you walk away, like he did with his siblings. 

but as soon as you heard his footsteps, you started to run. 

“y/n, please!” please, believe me. please, have faith in my love for you. 

“go away!” you turned to look at him, not noticing how close the stairs were — but taiju did. 

the scream of your name got stuck on his throat as he saw you tripping in the stairs’ steps and taiju ran, thinking he could have reached you before something worse happened, but you had already fallen all the steps.

it seemed like the world had stopped around him as he watched your unconscious body in the end of the stairs — would he lose you too? he watched his mother dying, your mother dying. was lady destiny punishing him for his past actions? was everyone he loved going to leave him, until he was all alone in the world and bitter and broken? 

a screaming maid broke his line of thought and he ran towards you, cradling your face on his lap. he hugged your body, feeling your warm blood wetting the hand that was on the back of your head. “call a doctor now, you useless shit!” he screamed at a servant, who promptly runned down the halls to venture himself in the city in search of the royal doctor. “do not leave me, please, y/n.” taiju whispered. 

“i will gladly trade my life for yours, my love. but do not die on me like your mother did, please.” 

— 

as soon as the doctor arrived, taiju left you with shion and kokonoi. he couldn’t see you like that — pale, without your signature smile gracing your lips and heavy limbs. the walk to your chambers with your body nestled in his arms was the worst walk he ever did in his life, your blood drying on his skin and the fear of losing you forever by a silly mistake he did. 

he felt like the same boy who watched as his mother perished day by day on her bed, from an unknown disease that no doctor knew how to cure, who watched his father losing himself to his own greediness, who watched as his sister curling her body on their younger brother’s to prevent him from taiju’s violence. the man who watched as you cried on your mother’s lifeless body like a little girl, asking her to not leave you. 

it hurt, but he was used to it. 

he sighed while he cleaned his hands, watching the water getting a reddish color due to your blood. he could just wait for when you woke up, and he did that by working. taiju knew it wasn’t a healthy coping mechanism — he should be there with you, like a good husband, but if you died, he wished for his last memory of you to be you alive, even if you were screaming at him. 

a knock on his door made him raise his head from some papers, his heart skipping a beat at shion’s figure. 

“she is awake.” 

a wave of relief passed through taiju’s body, and he felt something warm on his cheeks. was he crying? the last time he cried was at his mother’s funeral, ten years ago. he made a promise back then, the promise to not let him get hurt by someone else ever again — and you made him break it. he rested his head on his hands, sobs taking control of his body. taiju should feel ashamed to be seen by a subject of his crying like that — but shion was your brother, and his too.

“my mother… my mother used to say it is unthinkable to find someone like y/n is to you. someone… you love.” he felt shion’s hands on his shoulders, a smile on his scarred lips. “i know she does not want to see you, but i will speak on your behalf. do not worry.” 

taiju nodded, but before shion could go away, he gave him a piece of paper, that was resting heavy on his desk. what if you died without reading your mother’s last words? “you two need to read it, please.” 

shion nodded, taking the piece of paper from his king’s hands and walking back to you. 

even though you didn’t want to see taiju, you wished he was walking behind your brother when he entered your room. your head was hurting and you felt a bit dizzy, but you were fine. you just scared everyone, like you used to do when you were a child — you were always falling from places and getting nasty bruises. this one was one of the lightest you ever had, but you lost a bit of blood on your husband’s lap, as the doctor said. 

your brother took the seat he was occupying when you woke up, an unfamiliar piece of paper in his hands. “what is this?” you asked, trying to conceal your disappointment in not seeing your husband. 

“taiju said we need to read it.” he handed it to you, and you opened it, seeing a familiar calligraphy. “it is from mother.” you gave him a puzzled look — it was taiju’s one, not your mother’s.

“can i… can i read it?” you asked, and shion nodded. 

“my dearest children, 

if this reaches you, it means i am no longer breathing. i am sorry — a mother should only leave their child to themselves when she feels they are completely ready to face the horrors of this world, and while i know shion is, my little daisy needs me still. maybe i am saying this selfishly because i want to see you marrying this fine lord who is writing this for me. i am sure you two will be a beautiful couple, who will give me beautiful grandchildren — even though i will not be here to meet them. 

do not blame taiju when he arrives with my dead body. he was not the one who killed me — but rather, your uncle’s men. poor taiju even tried to save me, but i can feel my life spilling from my hands like sand. i do not have much time, and i hope this letter will explain everything.

your uncle, the king, he changed. we all knew how corrupt the court is, but he promised me he would change it for the better when he was crowned king. but greed and power took him over, like it did to my father and grandfather too, and he broke the promise. me and your father were aiding the shibas in overthrowing him — y/n, your engagement to taiju is one to make his claim to the throne stronger, but believe me when i say he loves you. i am happy to die knowing i will leave you in his safe hands.

i know my death will bring pain for both of two. but it’ll pass — even though you will not imagine a day when this pain will release its hold on you, someday it’ll fade. and you will remind me like i was, with my gentle touches and loving words. i will forever be your mother, no matter how many years it passes or if your father marries someone again.

you both are my pride and joy. shion did not come from my womb, but it feels like he did — my love for him is not different from the love i feel for y/n. i love you both the same, and i wish for you two to stop fighting over silly things. you are brother and sister, and there is not a more beautiful bond to exist in this world. 

this is my last wish: be happy.” 

you finished the letter with a quivering voice, holding back your sobs.  

“mother, she…” shion started, sitting in the bed and passing his arms through your quivering form. tears were streaming down his face too, and he kissed your hair — he was used to pain. it wasn’t easy growing up knowing the woman you called mother wasn’t the woman who gave birth to you, and sometimes he wondered how his life would be if his birth mother didn’t die in his birth. he wouldn’t have you as his sister, and he couldn’t imagine his life without your annoying yet lovable self at his side. “she was thinking about us in her final moments.” 

you hugged shion tightly, trying to process your mother’s words. you knew that your uncle wasn’t the best man in the world, but to kill his own sister? even though she could be considered a traitor, they still shared the same blood — you uncle watched you mother grow, was the one walked her down the aisle, and still had in his heart to order his men to kill her?

“why taiju did not say anything?” you asked quietly, the pieces still trying to find their other halfs inside your head. you have spent two years hating taiju for something he didn’t do and he knew that — yet, he said nothing. that could’ve saved you from at least one heartbreak, and from a horrible marriage day. but maybe the heartbreak from now would hurt so much more, knowing he only married you for your claim to the throne — and even though your mother said he loved you, people could change. what if you weren't like taiju expected? what if the hate you held for him made him stop loving you? 

shion sighed. “you will need to ask him that, i suppose.” 

“i do not think…” you started, nuzzling your face on his shoulder like you used to do when you were children and he let you sleep with him when you were too afraid of the monsters under your bed — fear acquired by a prank he did. “i do not think he loves me anymore or wants to see me again after how badly i treated him, brother. and it hurts.” 

only love could hurt like this, and you felt like a fool for only noticing the nature of your feelings towards your husband now.

“nonsense, daisy.” shion tried to reassure you, cupping your cheeks. “i never saw a man so in love with a woman like taiju loves you. he is even worse than father.” you chuckled, remembering all the corny displays of love your father did to your mother — you always laughed at them, but you knew you shouldn’t settle with anyone that didn’t treat you like lord madarame did to his wife. “i know you heard us talking earlier today.” you nodded, remembering taiju’s words. “but i asked him if that was true, because if it was, i would kill him.”

you giggled. you knew shion was like a dog that only barked but did no biting, and taiju could easily win against him in a fight. 

“you wound me, you know?” you giggled once more and shion pinched your cheek, like he used to do. “when i asked, he said he loved you, too. if you stayed for two more seconds behind the door, you would hear that too.” shion smiled seeing your eyes widen, and he let go of you. “go to your husband, little sister. i want to be an uncle, you know.” 

“and i, an aunt.” you teased back, getting up from your bed. “thank you, shion. you know i love you, right?” 

“of course. who wouldn’t love the great shion madarame?” 

“forget i said anything.” you giggled, opening the door and venturing yourself in the castle’s corridors once more. 

“i love you too, daisy!” you heard your brother screaming, and you smiled to yourself. your relationship with your brother improved in those weeks, and you couldn’t be more grateful. it hurt when he was mean and rude towards you, and while you knew that shion’s personality was like that, you missed the playful and funny shion from your childhood. 

by now, you knew the walk to taiju’s study by heart, but you weren’t expecting to find guards outside its door. you smiled at them. “may i speak with my husband?” 

“the king said he doesn’t want anyone bothering him until tomorrow’s morning.” oh, so taiju was working late. you knew the guards wouldn’t let you go inside, so a plan formed itself inside your head. it could backfire if taiju took your words by heart and won’t ever touch you again, but you needed to ask for his forgiveness for not believing in his love for you. 

you started to scream, asking for your husband’s help. 

the guards looked at each other, shocked. why was their queen doing that? nothing was happening, you didn’t need to scream for help. 

but it worked, and taiju promptly opened the door after your first ‘taiju, please, help me!’. his hair was dishevelled, as if he had passed his hand through it more times than he was supposed to, and his eyes widened, saying that everything was okay. “what… exactly is happening here?” he thought you were in danger somehow, but seeing you well and walking brought another wave of relief over him. 

you smiled sheepishly at him. “the guards did not let me talk to you.” you explained the situation, and taiju brought you closer to him, his touch as light as a feather, afraid that you would snap off what was happening inside your mind and start screaming at him once more.

he frowned down at them. “whenever your queen demands something from you, you will do exactly what she said, do you hear me? even if it goes against my orders.” they nodded, and taiju closed the doors of his study, heart hammering. you were there either to crush his heart even more, or to mend it back to a functioning one. 

the silence inside the room was broken by your voice. “why you did not tell me about my mother?” you asked, standing in the middle of the room while taiju was still close to the door. if anything happened, he would not let you walk away. “you… you let me hate you for two years while you knew my feelings were built over a lie?” 

“because i deserve your hatred. i still do.” he admitted, eyes trying to imprint your figure inside his brain. “i could not save your mother, i was a horrible brother, too. i am nothing but a monster, y/n, and it was foolish of me to think such a beautiful creature like yourself could love me.” you opened your mouth to speak, but taiju cut you. “i could say anything because the king was still alive. and when he died, i just… i do not know.” he admitted, passing a hand through his hair once more. 

your next words took him by surprise. “i do not know what transpired between you and your siblings, but i can help you.” you offered, walking towards him. “and i… i love you.” you admitted, stopping in front of him — just a lift from his hands and he would be touching you. and he did that, his hand found its place in the curve of your neck. your words made him feel like that little boy who gave you a bouquet of lilies all those years ago again. “i need to ask for your forgiveness. i doubted if you really loved me, and that is the worst sin a wife can commit.” 

“and i forgive you.” he answered, curling down to kiss your lips once more. you sighed in the kiss, your hands finding support on his shoulders, as you were tiptoeing to be able to reach his lips — was taiju ever been that big? 

the softness of the kiss was broken when you felt taiju’s tongue breaking into between your lips, and the moan that left your mouth prompted him to go rougher with you, his free hoisting you up to bring you to his desk — he was going to finish what he tried to start inside your study. 

you broke the kiss still being carried by him, your lips attaching themselves to the tattoo on his lips, kissing and sucking the skin there. taiju gently put your body on his desk, and you spreaded your legs to accommodate his body between them. but before he could chase your lips again, a finger of yours gently ghosted over his lips, making him look at you, puzzled. “kneel.” you commanded, and he understood what you wanted. 

and he would gladly do that. 

you couldn’t see what taiju was doing because his head was buried inside your dress’ skirt, but you could feel his hot fingertips rubbing your thighs and ghosting over your clothed cunt, making you hold back a moan. “do not hide your sounds from me, wife.” it was his time to command, and you nodded, gasping when you felt him yanking your underwear away.

you didn’t hold back when you felt taiju’s tongue giving your folds an experimental lick, and your moans seemed to be the confirmation he needed to continue. it was a new feeling — the only sexual encounter you had was at eighteen with a stable boy, but he used his fingers instead of his mouth. and now it was so much better, and you didn’t know if it was because it was taiju doing it, or because you preferred when men used their tongues. 

“t-taiju.” you moaned when his tongue entered your hole and his nose started to nudge your clit, and soon you were coming undone on his mouth — but he couldn’t get away from it, no. he finally had the taste of something he thought he would only see on his dreams, and he wouldn’t let you go so easily. 

you started to squirm, and he planted his fingers on your tights, to keep you still, his tongue starting to play with your clit. his cock was sitting heavy and uncomfortable on his trousers, but taiju felt the urge to make you feel good before he would seek his own pleasure. he knew he would have the nights and all days from now on to teach you how to pleasure him, and while he couldn’t wait to feel your mouth around his shaft, but your clenching cunt was bewitching him. 

you came for the second time on his tongue, and it seemed his hunger was finally satisfied. emerging from the confines of your skirt, taiju thought you were the most beautiful sight he ever saw — with glossy and disoriented eyes, cheeks ready and hair clinging to your forehead because of sweat. he wasn’t much different from you, and your juices dripping down for his chin made you mewl, dragging him closer by his shirt to a kiss. 

but the kiss was short because taiju cut it, his hands hoisting you up again. “i am taking you to our bedroom, our first child can not be conceived in my study.” 

— 

“you do not need to feel nervous, husband. they are your siblings.” you tried to comfort your husband, a kiss to his forehead and a giggle from the toddler that rested on your lap — daisuke, yours and taiju’s one-year old son. you returned to the couch your husband had on his study, daisuke nuzzling his cheek on your shoulder, a bit sleepy. he was awoken much earlier than he was used to, just to wait for his uncle and aunt to return to their homeland for the first time since taiju was crowned. 

you were the only who managed to make such a meeting a reality, sending letters to both yuzuha and hakkai on taiju’s behalf. you didn’t want daisuke and his future siblings to grow up just with shion at their side and, after witnessing taiju saying he was going to be a good brother to his son, clearly thinking about hakkai, you knew you should do something. 

“i know, it is just…” he sighed, looking fondly at you trying to wake daisuke up. “what if they do not have in their hearts the need to forgive me?” he expressed his worries, and you frowned. 

“they have, taiju. if they did not, they would not even agree to my proposition.” you replied, hearing some commotion outside, in the hallways. they probably arrived. walking up to where your husband was sitting, you smiled down at him, hoping the sight of you and his son could distract him from the turmoil inside his heart.

and it seemed to work, until a guard opened the door. 

lady yuzuha and lord hakkai were different in your memories. of course, in your mind they were still children who you used to play with, and not two young adults the same age as you. daisuke gripped your dress, puzzled as to why those people were inside his home — big golden eyes blinking at his aunt and uncle, almost as if he knew who they were. you smiled at your siblings in laws, ready to make the meddling between the shiba siblings, but the sound of taiju’s voice took you by surprise. 

“yuzuha, hakkai.” he greeted them, getting up from his chair and putting a hand on your shoulder, daisuke making grabby hands at him, wanting to be held by his father. taiju indulged his son’s desires before continuing. “meet my wife and queen, y/n, and our son, daisuke.” 

you noticed hakkai’s mouth slightly agape with taiju’s actions and yuzuha’s glossy eyes, but before any of them could say something, your husband continued. “i know the past can not be erased and that my mistakes are unforgivable, but i wish you two to have in your heart the desire to put my mind at ease. if not for me, then for your nephew, because i wish for you two to be part of his life.” you could feel how shaky his hand was on your shoulder, and it seemed like yours and daisuke presence’s was what was holding him back from break down. 

a moment of silence passed.

“we have a lot of work to do, but i am willing to forgive you, brother.” hakkai whispered and you smiled, eyes full of tears like yuzuha’s. 

“yes, me too.” the shiba sister answered, and it seemed like something heavy was taken from taiju’s shoulders — he told you what he did growing up, and his sister was the one who suffered the most. her forgiveness meant everything for taiju, and you were happy his siblings wanted to make up things with him. “you changed, brother. i supposed your wife has an important role in this.” you chuckled, cheeks heating up. 

“i guess i do.” you answered before your husband could, and he smirked down at you. “why you two do not come to meet your nephew?” you asked, and taiju passed daisuke to your arms, while yuzuha and hakkai approached you two. 

“he looks like hakkai, does he not?” taiju whispered, watching his siblings interacting with his son. 

“because hakkai looks like you.” yuzuha answered back, daisuke now on his uncle's arms, making grabby hands towards his hair. you, taiju and yuzuha chuckled at hakkai’s panicked expression, and the shiba sister took her nephew from her younger brother's arms. “he is an angel, though i hope he inherited your personality, y/n.”

“of course not.” you answered her, a fond smile on your face. “he is his father’s son.” it was funny how much like taiju the little boy was — both in personality and physically, daisuke was like his father. they were both stubborn and had the same pout, or how they always demanded your attention and were jealous of each other. but taiju was the only one who could calm daisuke when he was afraid, and when taking care of his son, was when you saw taiju smiling the brightest. "but i hope this one now in my womb will be more like me." 

you giggled, watching as two pairs of golden eyes and one of blue widening and looking at you, in disbelief.

#shiba taiju x reader #shiba taiju #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #taiju shiba #taiju shiba x reader #— june writes.

[fubukinorris]

♥ - Fluff ♣ - Angst ♦ - AU

NOTE: These are the main characters within each gang. The others not mentioned will be in the "Others" Section. Other characters will be written if ever requested

・❥・Tokyo Manji Gang

Hanagaki Takemitchi Sano "Mikey" Manjiro Ryuguuji "Draken" Ken Baji Keisuke Mitsuya Takashi Matsuno Chifuyu Hakkai Shiba Kawata Nahoya Kawata Souya

・❥・Valhalla

Hanemiya Kazutora Hanma Shuuji

・❥・Black Dragons (1st & 10th Gen)

Sano Shinichiro Imaushi Wakasa Arashi "Benkei" Keizo Akashi Takeomi Shiba Taiju Inui Seishu Kokonoi Hajime

・❥・Tenjiku | Bonten | Kanto Manji Gang

Kurokawa Izana Hitto Kakucho Haitani Ran Haitani Rindou Madarame Shion Mochizuki "Mochi" Kanji Kisaki Tetta Muto "Mucho" Yasuhiro Akashi "Sanzu" Haruchiyo

・❥・Others

Tachibana Hinata Sano-Kurokawa Emma Shiba Yuzuha Akashi "Kawaragi" Senju Inui Akane Minami "South" Terano Sato Ryusei Hishi Kojiro

#norrisworks #masterlist #tokyo revengers

[haitanishousehold]

Traitor

Pairing: Yasuhiro "Mucho" Muto x Original Character, various pairings will be added as the story goes

Genre: Angst, crack, possible smut

Warnings: substance abuse, drugs, violence, not canon compliant, suggestive, language, blood, mental issues

Synopsis: There was a prince, his princess and his loyal paw. Loyalty is such a wide term, especially if come to love. After all, you can't be loyal to the one and same person your whole life. It's not about surviving, it's about living. | More or less canonical travel through events from Tokyo Revengers from the quite different side. A lot of crack, angst, domestic fluff from Haitanis Household. Based on an OC as the main character.

1.Celebrities

16/10/2010, Saturday

"What the fuck is Valhalla doing here?" Ran Haitani barked, looking out of the private VIP room through a one-way mirror. He took a sip of his drink, observing a bunch of guys in their twenties, laughing, drinking and apparently having a night of their life.  

"Let's fuck around and find out." A voice came from the other end of the room. 

The oldest Haitani raised his perfectly trimmed brows and turned around, meeting a view of a black haired girl, hovering over the small table and sniffing a line of white powder. "You should quit this shit." 

She sat straight up, wiping her nose with the palm of her hand. "And you should mind your own business, dear brother" After a few minutes of getting accustomed to the very well known uncomfortable feeling of powder in her airways, Sora got up on her feet and headed to the door. "Let me see them."

Without waiting for permission, Sora left the room. Immediately the music became much louder, blasting in her ears and making her whole head vibrating. It would be disturbing if not the amount of drugs and alcohol in her veins. 

Sora spotted the said guys and waited for the occasion, pacing there and back among the crowd. It was around 1am and the atmosphere was quite hot, since everyone was waiting for Rindou Haitani to take the DJ's console over. He was quite a star in Roppongi, that was what most likely attracted people to this exact club. Haitanis' parties were unforgettable. Still that was said by a people that never experienced Haitanis' private party in their fancy house. 

Anyway, soon later an occasion appeared. One of Walhalla's guys stood up and went through the crowd, possibly to get more drinks. 

Sora made her way through dancing bodies, straight in the way of the Valhalla’s delinquent. Purposely bumping on him, she pretended to stumble back and threw herself lightly against the wall.

„Fuck, I’m sorry” Boy with blonde, a bit longer on the front hair immediately got to her and grabbed her hand. His eyes were wide open and that was the only visible emotion since the majority of his face was covered by a black mask.

„It’s okay, my bad'' She muttered, pretending she hit the back of her head against the wall. Massaging her skull, she held her head up, looking straight into his blue eyes. 

„No, for real, are you hurt? Should I take you home?” He sounded really worried. Noticing he’s still holding a hand of a girl he’s never seen before, he let go and scratched the back of his head in an awkward manner. 

„For real, I’m fine. I’m looking for my brothers anyway” She shrugged his offer off, straightening her body up. „Maybe you’ve seen two lanky guys, one with blonde-black hair and the other with blonde-blue?” Sora didn’t want him to know who she is so describing Ran’s signature braids would be shot in the knee.

Masked guy wondered for a few seconds and shook his head. "Nope. Come with me, I'm here with friends and our table is in a place with a good view. Bet you'll spot your brothers sooner or later" He proposed, taking a step back to keep a respectful distance. "Nah, I know this one. You'll take me first to your table, then home, then kill me and rape me. I'm not that stupid, sir." Sora said, raising her eyebrows and crossed her hands on the chest. She looked at him challengingly. 

"I would never ever touch a woman without consent but if you ask me, I prefer to have sex before killing my partners." Unnamed boy shrugged his arms dramatically and Sora genuinely bursted out in laughter. 

"You're a funny one, got me. Take a lead" Haitani sighed capitulary and motioned her hand to the tables. 

"In an exchange for my protection and observation spot, help me carry drinks, okay?" He asked and walked off in the opposite direction. Sora quickly agreed and followed him.

As soon as they reached the bar area, Sora took the stranger's hand and pulled him to one of the cashiers. "There's not many people" She explained, but the true reason was quite different – she didn't recognize this particular cashier so there wasn't a risk of them calling her "miss Haitani". Since the club belonged to Ran and Rindou, she was almost every Saturday here and knew all the staff. Especially barmans. 

"What's for you?" He asked when it came to ordering drinks. Sora quickly refused, explaining she's had enough already. They took five glasses of various alcohols and drinks and headed to the table that the masked guy pointed to as his. 

"So, those on the left are my brothers, Chonbo and Chome" he pointed with his chin on the two guys, when they reached the said table. The one called Chonbo turned out to be a bald man with a tattoo on his face. The other, Chome, had a characteristic hairstyle, containing dark and blonde swirls. "and that's Kazutora" Sora looked at the guy she recognized as soon as she heard his name. "My name is Choji, by the way." The one that accompanied her for the past several minutes finally revealed his name. After Sora presented herself, Choji looked around like he was looking for somebody. "Where's Hanma?" 

Immediately from behind them came a voice. They both turned around to meet a significantly taller guy. First thing that Sora noticed was his hands. Hands with two kanji tattoos on the tops. The second she looked up and met his eyes, she knew her little spying mission was done for good. "It's Sora, I met her…" Choji started but was immediately cut off by Hanma. 

"Sora Haitani, isn't it? We met once. " He said and a side smirk grew on his face. 

Sora sighed and left her arms down in a gesture of surrender. "Nice to finally meet you, Reaper. I don't think I remember us meeting before." Behind her Choji sat down next to Kazutora and along with the others observed the situation in silence. 

"I'm not surprised, I was just a watcher of the famous Roppongi Hai-Manic War. It was impressive how you slashed the girlfriend of Mad Maniacs leader with a machete." Hanma explained still in a playfully tone of voice that he was barely dropping. 

"You must've seen somebody else. Officially, I wasn't there. Matter of fact, she shouldn't have tried to interrupt the fight." She responded with as angelic smile as she could pull. "Anyway, quite a celebrity table you have here, don't you?" Sora swiftly changed the topic. "The Reaper and the guy that took Black Dragon's founding leader down, nice" She nodded towards Kazutora. Almost invisible shadow ran through Hanemiya's face. 

"Said you? Bet the whole S-62 is coming over for dinner every Sunday. Take a sit, Haitani." Hanma offered and passed the girl, taking a place next to Choji's two brothers. "Every Wednesday, actually. I'm gonna go. Just checking what Valhalla is doing here when you've got nice clubs in Kabukichou."

"We mean no harm. Just celebrating Hanma's upcoming birthday" Choji rushed with explanation, wishing for nothing different than a fun night. Causing a fight in the heart of Roppongi wasn't on his to-do list. 

"Happy Birthday then. Wish you a very bloody Halloween." Sora grinned and turned around. "Have fun, gentlemen"  And before anybody got a chance to say anything, she got lost in a crowd. 

"Really? Out of all the fucking girls in this club, you had to bring here Sora Haitani?" Chonbo scoffed, looking at Choji. He sighed and gave up on trying to find Sora among other people. "Shut up, you didn't recognize her as well." Masked boy came back at him and took a sip of his drink. "I'm into my sixth drink, I wouldn't recognize our mom, man. Still, you're looking for her like you don't…" 

"Let him live, he's just a delinquent baby, he hasn't heard of Haitanis yet." 

"Oh God, what worst would've happened, Annabelle would come after me with her baton?" Choji scoffed and shook his head. He truly hated his brothers treating him this way. 

"That's not about Ran or Rindou. Sure, they're psychos, but Sora's one of five Yakuza's royal princesses." Hanma explained, scanning the crowd with his golden eyes. When he looked back at his friends, there were three pairs of eyes looking at him questionably. "Daughters of the most prominent Yakuza's families. Old Haitani controls the whole Kantou."

Few agreeing mutters answered him. "Imagine marrying into the family like that" said Chome, sighing dreamily. 

"Hold on, cowboy" Hanma let out a small giggle. "So far I know, that's not like she's ever gonna have a word to say in Yakuza. That's about hierarchy and she has three older brothers, so I don't know what would've to happen for her to take the lead. Yet, Haitanis are obsessed over their heritage so I bet my bike she's gonna make some poor guy drop his family name and take Haitani" Hanma finished his elaboration with a shake of his head.

"I'd give up on my family name to be Haitani, no cap" Chrome stated with death serious expression.

As per command both Choji and Chonbo turned their heads in his direction with pure outrage on their faces. "Traitor."

Soon after the little fight ended, Sora had already reached the VIP room. 

"They're just hanging out, nothing more" She explained to her brothers and new faces in the room. Suddenly, she felt her head dizzy and clumsy dropped herself on the sofa. She put her elbows on the small table in front of them and rested her head on her hands. 

"Too much? I told you." Ran sighed and looked through the window one more time. " They gonna clash with Toman soon, huh?" He asked, looking in the direction of new arrived men. 

Haruchiyo Sanzu took his mask off and pushed it into the pocket of his black pants. Then he nodded and hummed, confirming. 

"Hopefully they'll win, Mikey has become greedy" Ran said, sitting on the sofa and taking a sip from his glass. "Sorry, Mucho" He muttered towards the man sitting next to Sanzu. Mucho said something that sounded like "okay" and the silence laid down between people in the room.

"You okay, Sora?" Yasuhiro Mutou asked, looking at his friend's sister who hasn't spoken a word since she clapped on a seat. 

"Gonna go home, I guess." She managed to articulate, still feeling her head spinning around. 

"I'll call Max up" The oldest Haitani offered, pulling his phone out of the pocket and made a quick call. "He'll be here soon". Max was Haitanis driver and Ran trusted him almost as much as he trusted his friends. 

The next thing Sora remembered was the fact that she stood outside of the club, in front of the backdoor, reserved for VIPs. By her side, Yasuhiro Mutou, infamous Ghost of S-62. And she was hanging in his arms. "Sora please, get yourself together, someone's gonna see us" Mutou moaned out miserably, looking on the right and left. 

"Jesus fucking Christ, would it be that bad? Are you ashamed of me?" Sora muttered into his chest, inhaling the scent of his most likely expensive perfume."

Mucho took a deep breath. He hated dealing with his drunk girlfriend. At least when he himself was sober. "We had this talk a million times. We can't out ourselves." 

Sora pulled off of him and dramatically turned her back on him. "Fine, I'm Haitani and I don't beg anyone. Go marry my brothers if you care about their opinion more than about me" She spat and looked around, waiting for the driver.

"This is not… Nevermind. Just go to bed as soon as you're home, okay?" Mucho's tone softened a bit. 

"I'll do whatever I wish" Sora responded, slurring a bit. It wasn't her night for sure. Thank God, black Mercedes finally showed up and parked in front of her. Max got out to open the passenger door. 

"You know what? It's not dating if only we know about this. Go back inside and find a girl without brothers. Or with brothers you're not gonna be scared of" That was all he heard before Max closed the door and the car soon drove away. 

"I'm not…" Yasuhiro started but it was already too late. "Spoiled brat" he muttered to himself before, in fact, going back to the club. 

"Home, miss Haitani?" Max asked from the driver's seat. 

"Well, if you ask me, another club, but I don't want Ran to be on your back for this." Sora giggled and rested her back against soft seats. 

The rest of the drive she didn't even remember the next day. All that was left in her head was Max offering his help with going to bed, but as Sora refused, he had nothing more to say. She must've somehow gotten there by herself, since early morning's lights welcomed her in her own room. 

17/10/2010, Sunday

11:27AM. That was what Sora’s phone was saying as soon as she opened her eyes. Along with a couple text messages from Mucho and one missed call. „Thanks God for DND” She thought to herself, throwing the phone back in the sheets. Autumn’s sun was already breaking in between waves of window’s curtains, making Sora’s headache even more painful. When she finally decided to get up, she grabbed one of Rin’s oversized shirts and after quick tooth brushing, she ran down the stairs straight to the kitchen. She already heard Ran and Rin bickering over something, which was unusual for Ran to be up that early after a night of clubbing. After all, he was known as a sleeping beauty.

But there was another voice that Sora didn’t recognize at first. She pushed her head behind the door frame, scanning the spacious kitchen and finding the source of her confusion – Izana Kurokawa himself.

„No way!” She yelled out, fully entering the room and in a few steps reaching the guest. „It’s been centuries, Izana.” A quick hugs were exchanged before she took a seat on a hooker chair next to Izana. 

„Morning Haitani to you too” A mutter reached her ears from the other side of the kitchen. Turn of the head revealed Yasuhiro pressing his back against the wall, half sitting on the windowsill. 

„Oh God, I’m used to you here like to our furnitures, I haven’t seen Izana in ages. Where have you been, loca?” She asked, stealing Ran’s cup of coffee and taking a few solid sips. 

„Not the Twilight quotes” Rindou whined pouty, leaning flat with the upper side of his body on the counter. „You missed my performance, Sniffany.” 

„Don’t come at me with Sniffany” Sora scoffed and stood up, about to go around and find some painkillers. 

"And Sniffany didn't miss anything, you're gonna blast this same shit over and over every night from today to next Saturday. Trust me, Izana in Yokohama isn't missing it" Ran said smoothly, raising one of his eyebrows. 

"You're living now in Yokohama?" Sora turned around after she swallowed two pills and came back to her seat next to Kurokawa. After receiving a nod in answer, she asked another question: "Well, finally visiting old friends. Why not earlier?" 

"Actually, I'm gathering S-62 again." 

Sora eyed him carefully, taking a sip from her own glass of water to get herself some time to think about the answer. Izana has always given her weird vibes so she'd rather watch her mouth. "Why?" She asked after a solid several seconds of silence. 

Izana giggled shortly in response and stared at her with his big eyes. "The balance of power in Tokyo is about to change dramatically."

"If you mean Valhalla and Toman…"

"No, that's the kids' fights. I'm talking about real criminal syndicate I'm about to establish. But not gonna lie, Valhalla might be useful. I'll let them kill each other." Izana explained with his characteristic, a bit weird smile plastered on his face. "You, dear Sora, can help the case as well!" He said out of the blue, putting both of his hands on Sora's arms. Following her confused look, he continued: "Ran just told me about your failed spying mission from last night. Go and contact this boy you met, a spy in Valhalla would be very useful. Just as our Toman's spy" Izana looked at Mucho, who was now looking out of the window, apparently trying to avoid the conversation. 

"No way Izana, I can't associate myself with any of this shit. If I got arrested, I'd be done for life" Sora shook her head and sighed. "Plus, I'm getting my ass beaten on the Uni, final exam soon."

"Huh?"

"Sora's studying law. She's gonna support our father's business after she gets her license." Rindou joined the conversation.  Usually, they both were overprotective and wouldn't really just let anyone drag their little treasure into gang shit like that, but Izana was different. They trusted Izana and even if they weren't gonna admit it, he had some kind of power over every member of the Brutal Generation. 

"Indeed, as you see, can't disappoint old Renny."

"Neat, we will need attorneys in Tenjiku too. I'm not asking you to take part in the fight, just to sniff around. Come on, be a good girl for uncle Izana." He said in his typical sweet voice and moved his hands to the girl's cheeks, cupping her face. 

"I will not call you uncle…" She mumbled.

"You'd rather call me daddy Izana?" Kurokawa asked playfully, raising his eyebrows. 

"Izana." Ran growled in a warning tone. Izana immediately took his hands off and held them up in a defensive gesture. 

"Just joking, chill out. You know very well she's our S-62's little sister. It's about code; it's about honor!" Izana said and laughed out loud. 

"Code?" Sora muttered. 

"Men code. You're not fucking with your homeboy's sister. Never" Ran nodded with closed eyes, apparently trying to look like an old sage. 

Sora shot Mucho a side eye look, but he was as nodding as the others. 

"Exactly. I'd beat the ass of anybody that tried to touch my sister if I had one." Izana added, answered by agreeing nods from the brothers. "Anyway, come on Sora, I'll give you something cool."

"I can afford everything cool sweetie, no way." 

"I'll give you you own division in Tenjiku."

"Wait, what? My own division? You'd make me a captain?"

"Hold on, kid. Wasn't that you saying you're not gonna get involved in gangs?" Ran interrupted. 

"Yes, but this is different! I wouldn't settle for being an average soldier under some dude."

"But you know you have to join a gang first to get a promotion for captain?" Mucho suddenly spoke up. He had always been the quiet one, so nobody really even noticed he's not very much into the following conversation. 

"Tried once, Osanai made fun of me. Said gangs are not for women and stuff. When he found out it was me that asked, came here to apologize and invite me personally." Sora told a short story, playing with the glass between her hands. 

"What did you say?" Asked Izana, suddenly interested. 

"That if he doesn't get out of my face in three seconds, I'll let Richard bite him."

"Who?" 

"Our doberman, Richard." 

"Oh. See? That's what I think you'd make a great captain. Famous Haitanis charisma. Only if you do me a little favor."

Sora sighed deeply and looked up at him. "You're manipulating piece of trash, Kurokawa. I'm in". She'd swear she could hear Ran and Rin rolling their eyes. 

"Fantastic!" Izana clapped his hands. 

"Don't get too hyped up. I don't know anything about this guy but that his name is Choji. 

"I think I follow Hanma on Instagram, let's see if he tags him anywhere" Rin muttered, grabbing his phone from the counter. He tapped the screen a couple times and murmured under his breath with interest. "There he is and I know him". Ran, Sora and Izana leaned over his phone to have a look, even Mutou approached the counter and now was hanging over Rin's left shoulder. "Remember cousin Makoto? We used to play with him all the time back then. This guy lived right next to him. Streets call him "The Rat"" Rin explained. 

"This is him? Interesting." Ran straightened up and went back to his former place. 

"Why "Rat"?" Yasuhiro asked, finally sitting on the third and last hooker chair. 

"He never plays clean. Always using weapons 'n shit." Rin explained quickly.

"Maybe he's a lost Haitani?" Izana suggested, eloquently looking at each of Haitanis. 

"Nope, we're naturally brunettes." 

"Anyway, contact him, Sora. Or wait, no. Wait for him to contact you. I heard Reaper isn't as stupid as he looks, it would be pretty clear." "If he won't text me, I'm gonna just pretend to accidentally meet him somewhere. Trust me, I'm good at turning destiny into my favor. Anyway, where is your tail, Mucho?"

"My what?" 

"Your tail, strawberry blonde hair, doll eyes and big ass katana, any recall?"

Yasuhiro suddenly sighed. "I don't want him to know about Tenjiku yet. He seems to be dead loyal to Mikey."

Sora blinked a couple times. "Very friendly of you, scheming behind your vice captain's back." She stated with a coldness in her voice that made Mucho look up at her with a short snort. 

"You don't know anything about it. Speaking of Sanzu, gotta go, we're cleaning my car today." Mucho excused himself and grabbed his keys from the shelf. "We'll be in touch, guys." He said and after quick "byes", left the room.

"I'll walk you to the gate, need to get Richard from outside too" Sora said, walking after him. 

They walked in complete silence. When they reached Mucho's black car parked on the driveway, Sora stood on her toes and gave the man a quick peck on the lips. "Come on, kitchen is on the other side of the house." She complained, seeing his furrowed eyebrows. "When will I get a private audience with you?" 

"Can't say, I've got a lot going on currently" He said dispassionately. "See ya, Sora" He placed a small kiss on her forehead and got in the car before she could've said anything. 

He didn't wave; in fact he didn't look at her for a second as he backed out of the driveway. Sora looked after him before closing the gate. It was the coldest goodbye he had ever said to her. 

18/10/2010, Monday

Sora didn't hear from Mucho since he left Haitanis' household. He hadn't responded to her three texts, and didn't pick up the phone. 

19/10/2010, Tuesday

[Yasuhiro<3] 11:23AM: sorry, been busy, I'm good

20/10/2010, Wednesday

There were moments when the world seemed to close in. When there was no oxygen in Sora's lungs and she thought she's gonna die. One would say this is how rejection and sudden cold attitude affects someone in love, but Sora knew better, that was the price she was eventually paying a price for going days with two, three hours of sleep, best grades on the uni, barely even eating, yet being able to meet with friends here and there, party every Saturday. But apparently, giving up wasn't an option – there was still an exam to pass and life to live. So when her head was starting to spin and she felt her legs giving up, she'd just sit down for a minute and then keep going. Drowning herself in countless books, notes, examples of legal cases and so had one advantage more – wasn't leaving any space for intrusive thoughts she had been having. 

Sora didn't quite understand why she was getting unbearably sad when her phone would light up and she was grabbing it only to find out it wasn't Mucho. Why overthinking the reasons for the unexpected change of behavior gave her a physical, stabbing ache in chest. Why would she naive hoping he was about to call. It couldn't be because of her stupid feelings towards a stupid man, with a stupid smile that would always light up her days, with a stupidly nice smell of cologne and stupid big, safe chest. Couldn't be. It was a natural body reaction for stress, tiredness and so on. 

Sora found herself staying in her room more than she used to. She would shortly tell Ran or Rin off that she's studying, which wasn't even a lie. "Only till exam" she thought to herself while hovering over a white line in order to stay up the whole night. Last time when she slept, she had a terrible nightmare about stupid Mucho with a new treasure hanging on his arm. Sora wasn't going to let it happen again. 23/10/2010, Saturday

Ran noted in his head that Sora rejecting Saturday's part was such a weird situation. But there was nothing odd in stress eating her up when there was only a week left until her exam? He did actually notice that she was looking worse lately. But she would ask for a help, if something was going on, right?

25/10/2010, Monday

Even if she hoped for a text from Mucho, the phone lightening up wasn't a complete waste of time. Just as Izana predicted, last week's Sunday's evening brought Sora a new friend that now she was seeing everyday – Choji actually pulled out his hidden stalker and got her number. Turned out that he was a nice, fun guy and even if the whole agenda was setted up, she found honest pleasure in spending time with him. They shared the same sense of humor, taste in Chinese food and horror movies. Sora was still shocked how close you can become with somebody over a few days. 

"Fuck, I need to go, damned Hanma" Choji muttered, looking at the text he had just gotten. "I'm so sorry Sora, I'll drive you home, okay?" He asked, looking over at his newest friend who was currently stuffing her cheeks with fried noodles. "Huh?" She mumbled, trying to swallow. "Valhalla things?" 

"Yup, Hanma's big ass leader now" He rolled his eyes. 

"Take me with you, please" She whined, hanging on his arm. "Please, please, please!" 

"For what? There's nothing interesting and that old arcade stinks of mold" He shook his head. 

"I want to join, I didn't know how to ask but see, it's just a perfect occasion!" 

"Why do you want to join?"

Sora sighed and shoved herself away from him. That was a time for an Oscar worthy performance. "There's someone in Toman I have unfinished business with". Choji kinda expected it. He wasn't going to ask specifically, but Sora mentioned she used to date a guy from Manji Gang so it was understable she was going to hold a grudge against Mikey's squad.

"I'll take him down for you, but you don't have to…"

"You don't understand Choji" She groaned and laid back on her back. They were in the park, sitting on the blanket and catching the last rays of sun. "I won't be satisfied until I don't get him myself, smash his head against the concrete until his brain is leak…"

"I got it, I got it. God, you're disgusting" He exhaled dramatically. "I'll take you if you really want. But don't cry later"

"Thanks, Rat" She genuinely smiled brightly and hopped up on her feet. "Let's go!" It took them a while to arrive in Valhalla's hideout because of the traffic and the meeting had already started. Choji tried his best to not get the attention, but other members decided to greet their captain and eye the newcomer, dressed in an oversized hoodie, the hood on their head and a mask on their face. Choji didn't want to make a show with a girl walking by his side to he asked Sora to cover herself and hide her gender as long as possible. 

But when Hanma saw his captain finally arrive, he demanded his presence next to him. Hanma had always been all into shows.  And when they stepped out before the whole crowd, Sora just took her hood off along with the mask and smiled. 

"Is it you again, Haitani? No fucking way, you homemade Mata Hari. What this time?"

a/n: Hi everyone! Thank you to anybody who decided to read it. Hope you'll stay. Just to inform, canon might bend here and there plus english isn't my first language so there might be mistakes bigger or smaller.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tr #original character #ran haitani #rindou haitani #rin haitani #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu akashi #haruchiyo sanzu #angst #crack #yasuhiro muto #mucho #izana kurokawa #shion madarame #hanma shuji #shuji hanma #choji ahane #chonbo #chome #valhalla #walhalla #tokyo manji gang #tr smut #tr angst #tr crack

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My Fanfics

One Piece:

Iris (Gol D Roger and Portgas D Ace bonding time; One Chapter - Love Like You series)

And We are Here (Marco/Ace; Chapters: 13/13 )

Lost in Paradise (modern AU; Marco/Ace; 2/??)

Somewhere not Here (Gol D Roger/Portgas D Rouge; One Chapter - Love Like You series)

Polka Dot (modern AU; Zosan; humor; One Chapter)

Sunny Day (modern AU; ZoSan; One Chapter)

Book Club (modern AU; Marco/Ace; ????)

River (Evil!Gol D Roger & Portgas D Ace; One Chapter)

??? (Zosan; One Chapter)

Flowers (Shanks/Buggy; Sir Crocodile/Buggy; One Chapter)

??? (Hongo/LimeJuice; humor; One Chapter +18)

??? (ZoSan, AOB, modern au, One Chapter)

Simple and Clean (Shanks & Uta; One Chapter - Love Like You series)

??? (Marco/Portgas D Ace; unrequited love)

Tabacco & Chocolate (Buggy centric; One Chapter - Love Like You series)

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (AOB, Sabo/Ace; 1/??)

Fireflies at night (Royalty & magic; Marco/Ace)

Home (Portgas D Ace; tw: suicidal thoughts, implied/referenced suicide)

Dark Sun (Marco/Portgas D Ace; dead dove)

DC/Batfam:

Blue Moon (knight and magic au; prince!Jon/Dami; 2/??)

Flowers Bloom Into Bones (post apocalypse future; Jon/Dami; 1/??)

Let Me Start Again (Tim and Damian bonding time; Angst and Feels; 1/1)

Old habits die late, right? (Jason and Damian bonding time; Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

Pale Blood (batkids bonding time)

Gotham and Birds (Batfam & Reader; 1/??)

????? (JayRoy)

Only This Time (Bruce Wayne and Damian Wayne bond time; Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

Parents & Sons (Bruce and his children; Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

Others fandom:

One Drink With the Devil (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure; Johnny/Gyro; One Chapter; tw: suicidal thoughts, implied/referenced suicide)

All the King's Horses (Tokyo Revengers; KakuIza; Chapter: 9/9 Complete)

White Mustang (Tokyo Revengers; KakuIza; One Chapter)

City Streets (Tokyo Revengers; Hanma/Kisaki; One Chapter)

Bloom into You (Jujutsu Kaizen; Geto Suguru & Gojo Satoru; platonic love; One Chapter)

????? (Trigun Stampede; modern AU; Plantcest; humor; One Chapter)

??? (Tokyo Revengers; Baji/Chifuyu; humor; AOB; One Chapter)

Honey Popcorn (DMC; Vergil/V; Dadgil; modern AU, One Chapter)

Yellow Caramel (DMC: Vergil/V; Dadgil; modern AU, One Chapter)

Locked Out of Heaven (Tokyo Revengers; KakuIza; One Chapter)

??? (Shuten Douji/Ibaraki Douji; One Chapter)

??? (Black Clover; Finral Roulacase/Yami Sukehiro; aob; 0/5)

??? (Black Clover; Finral Roulacase/Yami Sukehiro; au; one chapter)

?? ( Black Clover; Finral Roulacase/Yami Sukehiro; aob)

Series

Love like you : stories focused on the types of love: Philia (love of friends and equals), Storge (love of parents for children), Agape (love of mankind) and maybe Eros (erotic, passionate love)

This is why we can't have nice things : stories with suicide mentioned or suicide thoughts, unrequited love, corruption arc and anything sad I could think of

Of Bats and Birds: It's a fleeting dream with batfam and others DC superheros; most of them are stand alone then you don't need to read everything to undestend, romance isn't the focus in this series just family and friends, we can have romance here but not the focus

thins I wrote on tumblr: bunch of random stories

Discontinued

Pale Blood (Tokyo Revengers; MiteTake)

1+1= Tofu (Tokyo Revengers; Shiba Taiju/Madarame Shion)

#my writing #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writing #my bullshit

[angelsdevils]

TOKYO REVENGERS - TENJIKU

key:  ♡ sfw //  ☆ nsfw //  ♤ suggestive //  ☁ angst //🖤depression mentions

HAITANI BROTHERS

♡Soft and Sweet

HAITANI RAN

☁ ♡Hold Me

HAITANI RINDOU

♡It's Not Like That

♡Happy Birthday

♡Birthday Request

SHION MADARAME

♡Secrets

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