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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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Just finish reading the Rindou request u made and is just 😙🤌🏻 *chef kiss* perfect, I really like the way you write cuz you actuality do a really good story before the smut and it's not too much and not too little, the perfect amount not to make it tiring to read.

So, I was wandering if I can request a Bonten! Sanzu or Ran with a reader who is a killer, like, she is trained to kill and someone hired her to kill someone from bonten or even some of the boys.

Fell free to change my request as you pleased 🥰

Lover, Hunter or enemy ?

Warning : 18+, Minors DNI. There's smut, dirty talk, high fucking sexual tension, mention of blood, murder.

Synopsis : the nemesis, him and you have always been like cat and mouse, always at each other's throats. Until he had enough...

Wc : around 8k

The place was beautifully breathtaking. Tiered crystal chandeliers glittering in the soft light, lightening the large ballroom. Crown molding on the high walls, as well as invisible crowns on many of the rich guests heads, the room reeked of aristocracy and hypocrisy.

Standing on one of the curved observation balconies, towering over the dancing men in expensive suits and women in ravishing dresses, the three Bonten executives complained about being there, a ball thrown by one of the dirtiest men Japan had known, who happened to be a Bonten partner. Yet Ran's attention was not exactly focused on what Kakucho and Rindou were saying, instead they were eyeing...

The one true spark of honesty in that entire ballroom...

Honesty never was tied to innocence, through your honest gaze burnt the true, honest intent of murdering him, it had nothing innocent.

At least you were not trying to hide it... and that drew a sadistic grin on Ran Haitani's face.

-" Seriously you two get a room. " Rindou's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and out of his contemplation as well. He smirked at the weary expression of his brother, and the deadpan of Kakucho.

-" I wouldn't mind having her on my bed, unfortunately the only thing that seems to get her hot is seeing my blood flow. "

-" that is kinky even by my standards" Rindou retorted, Ran's eyes drifted back toward you, as they always did.

Truly impressive, was the amount of hostility a woman's body could contain, what was even more surprising was the way you made it reach him, three meters below him.

-" I'm surprised she's still breathing, honestly. By the amount of time she tried to kill you. " Kakucho admitted, earning the attention of Ran who didn't stopped looking at you nevertheless.

-" She's just... Young and dumb. My pretty lamb doesn't truly hate me".

A look of disbelief was shared between Rindou and Kakucho, it was denial itself that drew his blissful smile as he looked at you, leaning against a pillar near the dance floor.

-" She's an assassin, and is hell bent on killing you, do you understand?"

He scoffed at Rindou's sentence, as if he didn't knew.

-" I think the seven times where she nearly killed me did indeed made me understand ".

However, it was not as if you were an everyday enemy...

There, in the middle of the crowd stood you. What they called the bloody princess. For they had known the king, your father, a Yakuza godfather and even worked together, before that one had been mysteriously killed. When you should have grown up and bloomed as a flower, surrounded by all the beautiful things a Yakuza princess should have, well let’s say it was not exactly what happened when your uncle became the new godfather...

Animals, Ran cursed under his breath. through moments like this, when his demons would start anger-roaring, he could not stay still. Quickly excusing himself to a frustrated Rindou and a confused Kakucho, before starting to come down the great staircase, eyes on the prize.

To his great fortune, the dancing crowd seemed to part ways for him, as he slowly made his way to the wild flower, the one watered by blood, a deadly poisoned belladonna.

What a sight for sore eyes, neverthless...

Though you were everything he despised in a woman, violent, heartless, roses were undoubtedly enchanting, especially red ones. Approaching you would always give the “ falling in the spell, in the witch’s lures “ energy, deadly flowers were meant to be the prettiest after all . He could feel how strong your tide was with every step he made, every glance diving deeper, you in that bloody red ball gown.

- “ May I tell you how hideous you look tonight ?”

Your guts stirred just like everytime you heard that voice, the most hypocritical smile one could give stretched your lips as Ran Haitani's shoulder brushed yours, he leaned against the same pillar as you.

-" No, tell me. "

-"...I can't. " He admitted flirtatiously, turning his head fully to look at you. God, does your patience really need to be tested like this? Everytime he smiled, invisible needles were embedded in your skin.

From that close, he could only admire. Light make-up, big eyes, angry gaze and plump lips, he drank in your face before his gaze drifted toward your V-neck, smirking even more as an angry gasp left your lips.

-" My eyes are up here, bastard. "

-" Don't speak" he faced you suddenly, forefinger pressed to your lips earning a frown from you. " You're much prettier that way. "

-" Forgot how charming you can be" after responding, took his finger between your teeth, biting, which only made his smirk widen.

Psycho.

-" No lies, you haven't forgotten an ounce of my grace. "

Ran pulled his finger from your mouth, too busy burning in the fierce of your eyes to even care for his finger. Enough was enough, his proximity was something disturbing, going for that you tried to walk around him to get away, if not for his knee suddenly pressing between your legs, forcing you to stick against the pillar again.

Inhaling sharply, your legs went pressing against each other yet he was faster to part them open again, leaning closer until you could feel his breath hitting your face.

-" Tell me, princess. "

Ran's lips grazed your ear, spreading a smothering wave through your body. How dare he touch you that way, the princess, in front of everyone, he was officially a dead man.

The nickname on his tongue tasted of contempt and reeked of mockery, knee boldly tracing its path up your thigh.

-" did you ever danced with an enemy ?"

A blaze, that's what he encountered when he glanced at your face. Who was he to resist looking at your lips, when they turned reddish from how you pressed them together ?

-" they never live long enough for that. "

Pure scorn, was the laughter leaving his mouth, reducing you to a ball of hatred yearning for his destruction, if only those people were not around...

You knew they had not noticed anything, from afar, it looked nothing more than a man whispering sweet nothings to his woman's ear, you two and the devil were the only witnesses of God knows where his knee was going.

-" The honor is all mine".

-" Don't you d-"

A ragdoll. That is how you looked the minute his hand pulled you by the waist turning your body as if you weighted nothing and engaging in a slow dance. Regaining your composure, your hands flew to his neck, his to your waist. What looked from outside as a man and a woman dancing against each other, was in fact your nails digging deep in his neck's skin, and him gripping your waist so tightly until both of you would leave marks on each other.

- " Once this song's over, you better run. " You'd warned him, lifting your gaze to meet his. Now it was true that he loathed all that you became,raised with guns and bathed in blood, however hell has never been as tempting as the eyes of a young woman scratching the back of his neck.

-" Go 'head, give me more reasons to eat you alive."

Suddenly, your body has been spun around by him, one, two, then three times, eliciting admirative gasps from the crowd around you. He knew you hated attention, you glared at him through your slightly blurry vision when he pulled you back to him, even closer than the first time so your chests were almost crashed against each other.

-" You're stepping on my damn shoe ! Give me space-"

-" You know what they say; keep your friends close and you enemies closer" His hands tightened around your waist even more along with a stretch of his smirk. Ran's eyes drifted toward one of the balconies where he caught his co-workers disapproving eyes on him, making him only smile more.

-" Swear to heaven, I'm gonna rip your skin off your bones inch by inch, Ran fucking Haitani. "

A reserved, masculine laugh left his lips at the same time as he made you spin again, waltzing slowly into the center of the room, retrieving your body once more.

-" You can't keep my name outta your mouth, can you ? How 'bout we find what else of me you can keep in this pretty mouth ?"

-" and catch whatever illness you carry ? Thank you next. "

-" Shhh, what a dirty filthy mouth you've got yourself here, princess. " You loathed nothing more than how that nickname sounded in his mouth, all of a sudden the orchestra took the symphony to its spike, a rhythm more frenzied and Ran let go of your waist but it was shortly cut off.

-" spin me one more time and I'm going to vomit all over your pretty suit. "

Something in your glare must have convinced him you were not joking, which made him take you waist again, ever so harshly.

-" So you think it's pretty ? I was hoping I guessed your favorite color " your nails dug deeper in his neck's skin taking out a breathed chuckle of him against your ear.

-" Pointless, I see red everytime I see you. "

-" Damn " he pulled his head slightly back so both the tips of your noses were grazing each other. " Is that bloodlust or just the last of the latter ?"

No matter what he had already seen from you, seeing you laughing, even sarcastically said, stretched his smile more. His gaze dropped to your lips a few millimeters from his and he had to squeeze your skin even more under his fingers to keep himself grounded.

-" Get over yourself already." Taking the lead, the wildflower's scent invaded his nostrils, your hair against his face while your lips grazed his ear.

Intoxicating, reaching the top of madness in what was a cursed dance in the middle of an oblivious crowd. Unhealthy would be an euphemism, yet every bruise he would leave on your skin, every scratch you would make his neck suffer seeped as sugar coated venom through him.

-" Far be it from me to hurt your ego, Haitani. But you're only one more name on the list. You, your brother, your boss... "

Thanks to years of training and a good anticipation, otherwise you'd probably let out a gasp of surprise and pain, when his nails suddenly digged in your sides. That had nothing to do with a slow dance now, the way he was holding you was even too painful to breath, you scratched his neck even harder, nuzzling your head in his chest while his chin pressed on top of your head.

-" Fix your attitude before I fix it for you. "

Sword words, bruising hold, his usual smile was now water under the bridge. Peering up at him, he was not even looking at you, clenched jaw made you know you found that man's weak spot, his brother, his gang.

A devilish smile curled your lips, the upper hand was yours now. Pressing your body tighter to his, Ran had to grip his anger and loathe as if his life depended on it to ignore your chest's feeling against his torso.

-" is this a threat? "

- " No. " Piece by piece, the alternative universe both of you were into shattered with every last note of the music, until the crowd of dancers began to leave the center of the room. Only there, a fleshy soft texture brushed your cheek, Ran Haitani's lips with every word he said kissed your face, a kiss of death.

No butterflies, just swords of Damocles embedded in your skin. Morbidly romantic.

-" It's a promise. "

•••

The evening was stretching way too far long. Mikey and Kokonoi still were busy discussing business with some partners, Sanzu wouldn't leave his king's side, and no matter how many years they have been practicing, Rindou and Kakucho always found a way to make the conversation drift toward weight lifting.

He needed a break, the only way to smoke a cigarette at events like this was in the restroom, which he did, entering the men's room.

Then it hit him, like his cigarette, his breath been stole from his mouth while a wave of pain stirred his stomach, the impact of a foot making him fall backwards. On the ground, helpless, he could only watch your face blur behind the smoke of his previous cigarette, before reappearing in all its majesty, a smile on your lips as the smoke dissipates.

-" missed daddy already ? " He chuckled, leaning on his elbows behind him and starting to get up, only for you to surprise him with a kick straight to his face, aching through his nerves along with anger waves crashing on him.

Watching you squatting in front of him, throwing the cigarette aside and stepping on it, the only thing he was seeing was red. Clenched jaw and fists, he coveted for your blood, your head.

-" Stand up and keep your promise, man. " You pierced his face with sword-sharp hues. " Fix me. "

Just like that you got up, he did so, quickly wiping the blood out of his nose.

-" Thought I fight the weak ? I don't hit women. "

-" Guess that's not gon' be funny for you " you shrugged, too much for a gentleman, it was another kick that he received in exchange, grunting from pain and holding his neck, leaning forward.

Now you hated, loathed Ran Haitani with the fire of a thousand suns, however that fire seemed to burn passionately when he turned into this, the beast advancing toward you currently, no smile, no tease, a promise of carnage.

Taking you aback, his kick on your stomach seemed even stronger than one of the wooden doors of the toilets, which nearly dislocated as you crashed against it. Pained in the back and abdomen, you hardly steadied yourself, fists in front of you, unfortunately not as fast as to dodge his next punch, knocking you out on the floor.

He was strong, that was not the first time you fought him or tried to kill him, yet his strength never failed to amaze you.

Anger and hatred competed in your eyes, leaning on your hands and knees you looked up at a Ran who was rolling up his sleeves.

Sky would fall on the ground the day he would understand the urges in his body that your sight, bloody, on your knees in front of him, gave. May God forgive him for the way his pants tightened as he leaned and grabbed your hair, pulling a soft grunt from your bloody irresistible lips.

-" Y'know ? You always look so much better when I mark you up. "

Bold from someone who, right after saying how pretty you were got your face pressed to the floor, almost sitting on your back as he pinned you to the ground. You moved as a possessed woman under him, grunting your rage and shame for him to silence.

-" Did'ya forget ? Bitches on the bottom. "

Calm down, only fools rush in. You refused to let him have the best of you, turning your head as best as you could to look at him, straddling you from behind, there you figured out you could actually use the way his lips parted at the sight of your face.

For it was just excruciating to not stare, the bloody princess all submitted under him, her hate-filled eyes only looking at him. Even in your poorest states he still found you deathly attractive.

His calloused fingers glided slowly on your neck's exposed skin, making you inhale louder than what you would've wanted, pushing your hair to the side, mesmerized by your hair locks sliding on your bare shoulder. Perfect timing, you decided. Putting all your bloody strength to switch the positions, now straddling him with each leg on his sides.

-" Who's the bitch now ?"

Drinking in his taken aback expression only a second before a shower of punches fell on him.

- " Who's on the bottom now, huh ?" It was your dignity, flowing out of his face with every punch, staining your knuckles. They hurt, but it didn't matter, it was your father's dead body you saw everytime you looked at him.

-" Give it up already" Two strong hands stopped both of your fists in the air, Ran straightened, now sitting and caging you on his lap, face only inches away from yours.

Damned be the one who opened that restroom's door first, switching from a perfect fancy picture to the God's wrath, the doomed bathed in each other's blood, lips merely brushing against each other with every raging breath they took.

-" I studied your moves " pulling you closer in his lap, he smirked. You adjusted your knees just the right way, and smirked too.

-" Yeah ?" Either was it your out of breath voice, or how you rubbed your hips against his as you tried freeing yourself , one of the them pulled a grunt from his mouth. " Fucking study this. "

Angling your body to the side, your knee hit his chin roughly sending him few inches back. You quickly pulled away from him hearing his growl of pain, a breathed " bitch".

That was the last straw, the one which made all the bridges burn down. The blood he spat contained his last drops of sanity and self control. A demon rised in front of you, making you stiffen in defense, in no time an agonizingly painful stretch coursed through your neck, the impact sending you straight to the ground. With the aching sounds you made, came to hit you the realization that he just kicked your neck, a swift almost acrobatic move. The same foot that was now, getting pressed to your windpipe.

Your eyes widened already struggling to take an air puff, Ran Haitani towered above you , choking you with a foot, lazy eyes boring through your lying shape.

-" I should kill you... I really should... ".

Yet something, about putting an end to that wicked game that has been going for years between the two of you was disturbing. Not seeing your smirk nor those bright eyes whenever he would fail dodging a blow, no more of your sweet perfume invading his nostrils everytime you would try choking him, hearing your jerky breathes the few times your fighting position became more than... A fighting position.

One move away from spilling your poison on that floor, one move away from picking up the venomous flower. A shoe to your throat, all he had to do was pressing his foot. He had you, powerless and surrendering, half-lidded eyes and parted open lips under him, what a thief you were, stealing his attention.

-" Do it. Kill me. " You uttered difficulty, refusing to even touch his ankle to try and beg for your life. Through that colored ring around dilated pupils he searched for fear, submission, only found handfuls and handfuls of challenge, courage and fire.

-" Go... Ahead " you tried again in front of his silence, he frowned. That was not what he had in mind, turned out you were more screwed than what he thought you were, not even caring an ounce for your life.

-" I've got better plans for you. " That was your turn to frown, as he squatted above you, legs on each sides of your body. You took a deep breath finally after he released your throat but that joy was short lived since soon his hand replaced his foot around it, forefinger lifting your chin.

-" Why you so hell bent on killin' me, us ?"

Is he fucking serious ? A scoff left your lips at the thought. Ran saw your face flinching, though he hadn't moved an inch, those pretty eyes lightened by the lamps above your heads closed for meer seconds where he wondered truly, was it possible that inside that wreck they turned you in, some life still existed ? Shortly cut off when you opened them again, since those were no eyes facing him but an iceberg.

-" after years of loyal service to Bonten, your father wouldn't have been happy-"

-" Do not talk about my father. " Hurricane-like voice warned him. " Nor about what he would've liked. "

Purple empty gaze bored into your features, something was off and it only clicked inside his head now. He could not exactly put his finger on it yet he smelled a rat.

-" Let's get something straight, yeah ?" Squeezing, he deprived you of oxygen slightly, eliciting a pained gasp from you. "Tell me what to do once again and I'll make you see, Love, death is the softest thing I can do with you. "

Sucking on your teeth, your fists flew to his sides before he pinned them in a swift gesture on top of your head, thus having you at his complete mercy. If a look could kill, he would probably be lying down lifeless on the ground now from the hostility in your gaze.

-" Your father was a friend of Bonten-"

-" oh, do you kill all your friends ?"

What was it ? That void disappearing from his face, the usual smile faltering ? Why were you seeing a multitude of things flickering in those usually cruelly empty eyes ?

And it clicked, hit him like the sky fell on him so suddenly that he swore he saw flashes of all your fights in front of him. All those years,forging you like a steel weapon, making you throw the crown to hold a sword, all of this so...

A ticking bomb, they made you. Filled you with lies until the day they wanted you to explode.

-" Fuck, this shit's insane ". Slipping into an uncontrolled laughter, you looked at him in disbelief as his state of humor triggered your wrath.

-" I'm gonna fucking kill y-"

-" So that's what they reduced you to? " he cut you off, you frowned. " A heartless machine of killing, this I knew. But I had no idea you were so silly, princess. "

-" What the hell you're talking about ?" Your voice climbed those decibels rather rapidly, Ran drank in your frowning face, still pinning your wrists above your head and holding your throat, then slowly, almost carefully, sat as slightly as he could on your lower half.

Something told you, what was about to come was not going to be funny. It was so out of character, the way his fingers around your throat loosened slightly, the sudden softness in his smile contrasting with the Brighting cruelty in his eyes.

-" we did not kill your father. Surprise !" He faked a chuckle, watching your face turning redder and redder. " Man, you're telling me all these years of cat and mouse were because of a lie your family told you ? I'm almost offended. "

-" I don't believe you. "

No room in you were left to even listening to him, there was not even a second thought in you about it. Why would you consider thinking about the possibility that he might be saying the truth ? He was not, your uncle was pretty sure it was them, who poisoned the godfather, your uncle never made such mistakes.

Your uncle never made such mistakes, a voice inside you bitterly uttered in front of Ran's unimpressed face. Goddamn, he kept that composure almost as if-

No, it couldn't be.

-" As you like " he shrugged. " Whether you believe me or not, that's not gonna change the fact you've been dumb enough to swallow your uncle's lies-"

-" My uncle is not a liar watch your fucking mouth. " Still climbing decibels, that voice was. Ran's smirk stretched, behind that frown of yours, your eyes were droopy, sliding from time to time to the side, distracted, you began letting him inside your head.

-" Oh sweet little thing" sympathy coated face leaned over yours, pressing his weight more on top of you. " Why would Bonten kill your father, if not to take your family business after that ?"

Have you ever wondered how it felt to fall from a cloud ? Painful. Whether you wondered or not, you would never be prepared for the fall, how painful meeting the ground was.

-" Tell me, princess. Who inherited the throne, the mafia, and everything your father left behind after his death? "

Your uncle, he did.

-" Why hasn't a war been declared to Bonten, after they killed his dear brother ?"

'cause Bonten is strong. They told you.

-" Bonten is too strong to be... Taken down by men... "

How you uttered those words as a learned text almost pained him, lost puppy eyes wandering around the room and getting back to him with a frown.

His heart squeezed strangely in his chest.

-" But not by a woman, right ?"

Last straw, before you dived deep into an ocean of memories. Flashes of your teenage self sitting next to your uncle , telling you tales of how the cruel Bonten poisoned your father with Arsenic.

Now that the colors started fading, poison was not one of Bonten's ways...

Pictures of the young girl training all day and until late night, when other girls would be sleeping after a full day of having fun outside.

Blood on your sixteen years old hands, first murder, when his sons were learning how to manage a business.

-" Truth is, all this time you thought you held the gun, while they slowly turned you into a pretty gun in their pockets. "

Yes, falling from a cloud hurts.

Your face expressed so much more than usual, so much that it was hard for him to catch one emotion at once. Wheels were turning at incredible speed inside your head, overheating emanating from you. Oh when all those years he fought you with bullets, when his mouth was the only weapon needed...

-" I... I trust them... My uncle, my cousins."

Why did it sound as a question ? Why were your eyes so pleading ? Why were his eyes softening ? He leaned down, placing another deadly kiss on your forehead.

-" Sweet, naive little girl. Trust if for children, and dogs. You, dear, are a soldier. "

Were. You were a soldier. Now you were no more than the ghost of yourself, lying helplessly under him, not even trying to free yourself anymore. And he watched, Ran watched the life slowly leaving your eyes, color draining away from your stoic face. How intoxicating, that he couldn't keep his hands to himself nor his thoughts on a leash, with you lying still looking pretty under him...

Too lost, too numb. You started feeling dizzy, every thought sounding too incoherent for your brain,not even fighting the man who was brushing away hair strands from your face. You simply bored your eyes into his amethyst hues, judging wether you should give it a chance or not.

No, too late, you already let him inside your head. Now he was messing with every belief you've ever had, Ran Haitani knocked down all foundation your life has been built on,making sure he was the only solid thing around you.

To break, to forge.

-" Now, I could kill you... You uncle has been throwing dirt on our name, after all. "

Numb, you wished he would just stick a dagger in your heart, open it from the inside for it kept contracting too painfully, yet something in his trailing tone made you think that was far from happening...

Pushing his knee between your thighs, thanks to the bold slit of your red dress, his leg went up until it brushed against your crotch, making your breath hitch all of a sudden. He smirked, lips placing the ghost of a kiss on your neck, just above your pulsing point, as if whispering to your skin.

-" On the other hand, these walls are pretty thick. Probably no soul would hear if I took you, here on this floor. "

Mimicking his words, his knee began rubbing against the fabric of your underwear just as your body stiffened. You tried your best not to make a single sound, keeping your eyes on his while his lips kissed your skin down until reaching your plunge cleavage, resting on your heart.

God, what was it that was wrong with you ? What in hell was that heat building in your lower half ? Why haven't you ever noticed how eye-catching he looked ?

Some of those pulled back hair strands were falling on his eyes now, a smile adorning those pretty lips. And even though that face was blood-stained, it was painful to try keeping your gaze off of him.

-" I could just, fuck you dumb right here. Yeah ?"

Not a sound, you promised. He wanted and chased your fear, what a shame if he knew there was only yearning inside you. Keeping your composure, you stared emptily into his eyes, before a particular thrust of his knee right against your clit, made you arche your back on that floor.

The floor of a men restroom, in the middle of a ball, both stained with each other's blood, his lips sucking on your chest's skin marking you as he pleased.

Talk about lust, how destructive and refreshing was it for him to see you throw you head back, exposed neck and throat and parted lips as he felt the fabric of your underwear dampening against his knee. His pants were suddenly tighter, desire coursing through his veins, urges long kept tied were now unleashed, free to act.

-" Looks so fuckin' pretty with my hand 'round your throat... "

And it felt good, damn how you hated that it felt good, you despised yourself for feeling this when your entire life has been shaken upside down, must be the trauma or something, but you could not focus on anything else than Ran's hands holding your throat and his leg between your thighs.

Until it crashed down on you, when he stopped every friction he was so willingly giving you and released your neck. The cold air suddenly wrapped around you while he stood up, pulling his sleeves down and smiling toward your lost face as you leaned on your elbows.

-" But I'm not taking advantage of this, your poor state. "

It eventually took the best of him, but he convinced himself not to ruin everything. Yes, ruin, years of yearning and fantasies for you, his nemesis. And though he hated you from the very bottom of his rotten heart, you still were there, in his heart, no matter the type, hate or not, you still had a place.

That was not the best place, nor the best timing for this. Ran always wanted your fierce, not only on his sword, or on his hit list, but next to him. He always felt like what you had was what he was missing, and he knew the best things in life take time.

-" This doesn't mean anything" you started standing up the moment he turned his back to you, thus missing his smirk. " I still don't trust you. "

- " Remember, pretty? Trust is not for soldiers " he scoffed grabbing the door handle, you narrowed your eyes and tightened your fists, what was preventing you from killing him right there ?

-" if I find out that you lied, I'll chase you down. "

Not the least intimidated or impressed by your relentless tone that would shake thousand of men, he peered at you over his shoulder, cold and smirking, as always, as you hated him, as you preferred him.

-" You can pretend all you want, Love. We both know I'm the first one to actually care for you. The first one who got that rotten heart thumping. "

Opening the door was like stepping into another version of reality, where everything was fine, as if paradise and hell did not just collided in a secluded room.

-" You know it's always gonna be me. You can deny it, run from it... We're bounded by bloodlust. "

Bloodlust, or just the last of the latter?

-" You and I are fated to be together. "

•••

Fated, yes, he believed every word of him. He was so sure that one day, you would eventually come back to him. Only, who could have anticipated that this day would come so soon?

The night was cold, numb. His chest empty and insignificant, just as the girl he drove with him home that night. She kept clinging on him as her lifeline and teasing him until he took her home, task completed for her.

The night was dull, grey.

Until it turned red, like your bloodshot eyes.

His keys fell to the floor the minute he spotted you, standing next to the floor to ceiling window of his apartment. Tokyo's night lightening your impassive face, hands on your pants pockets, staring right through his eyes.

A multitude of questions assaulted him, and the first was not even how did you got there, since he knew no door resisted you.

But as he was about to ask, now standing in the middle of the living room thus only few steps from you, his fling of the night interrupted him.

-" Don't tell me... You're married ?"

You would've scoffed, laughed even, if your head was not caving down. Instead, you watched him ignoring his plaything, eyes solely focused on your shape.

-" Leave. "

That was you, the assassin. You had commanded the woman, taller than you as you approached both her and Ran. To be honest it would not surprise you if she was some model, tall, slim, and she had that thing, the look screaming « I'm better bitch».

Except that, on the verge of uttering a scathing retort, raising her manicured hand towards you, your reddened eyes or your murderous gaze made her immediately get off her high horse. She felt it, the madness emanating from you, and Ran felt it too. There has been only few days since he made you realize everything, and you haven't been more than the shell of rage since then.

-" You heard her. Leave. "

An offended gasp left the " model's " mouth, seconds were spent while she incredulously looked at Ran for any sign of joke, yet she was forced to give it up when his gaze didn't even left you to meet her once, and left both of you alone.

Immediately, Ran got closer to you, always so drawn to his wildflower. He studied your face, bloodshot eyes highlighting your eye color, pink swollen lips, reddened tip of nose.

You had cried.

You were bewitching.

And drunk.

-" princess... " He started, his meer voice plunged you back into that night, where you wished for him to kill you when he only ripped your heart open.

-" Why didn't you killed me when you had the chance to ?"

Seriously ? From all the questions you could've asked, that was the one going through your mind ? Straight to the point, he must admit.

-" Why letting me alive ?"

-" You know why. "

No you didn't know.

Or maybe did you ?

Was " why " the way he looked at you now ? Was " why" the way he truly had your heart thumping?

It was too overwhelming, from the alcohol on your blood to the thoughts running wild in your head for days, Through the gentleness his hand rested on your cheek with.

You needed to understand, explanations, and he seemed to be the only one who could give them to you.

Then it hit hard, he was the only one who never lied to you.

Expectantly, your eyes urgently bored into his which to be honest could have startled him, so much emotion...

-" I... I don't understand. After everything I did for him, I did everything he asked me to do, I protected him, I cared about him. I shared dad's money and power with him, and yet... I did everything he asked me Ran, I promise-"

-" Shhhh, it's okay. "

Which strength you talked about which hatred which enemy, when a simple break in your voice and a glisten in your eyes urged him to pull you flat against his chest, arms wrapping around you so tightly that he could have crashed you.

God you hated him, hated how strong and comfortable his arms were, how safe you felt, collapsing against him.

So safe...

-" He ordered you to kill. To destroy, create chaos. " Your head nuzzled in his neck, his words being a painful stab that you needed,his arms being an armor to help you take it.

-" he manipulated and twisted your will, turned you into a weapon. Wanted to use you to fight his fights for him. "

How twisted, his heart ached in his chest feeling your wet tears against his neck, however a smile stretched his lips, how cursed.

-" He slashed his road toward power, and then, when he'd have everything he wanted and even more, he'd toss you aside like a puppet that outdated its usefulness. Nothing more, nothing less. "

Hurting, his words were creating holes in your chest, but as you went to pull away from him, his arms held you tighter, as if to crash every bone of you and him together.

-" Is that... what i was to him ? A pawn on his game the whole time ?" As you voice turned huskier, you tried hiding it with a sarcastic laughter, but he knew better.

-" What have I been doing with my life... "

For the first time it hurt, usually the only thing that would make him feel that way was anything related to Rindou. And there he was, holding his enemy, taking you to his couch so he could sit and pulling you on his lap, watching as you fell there as a limp doll.

Only there Ran figured out, he hated your family. Not for making you nearly kill him, not for pushing you into a war against Bonten, but for trying to extinguish that flame in your eyes. And he would never admit it, maybe not even to himself, but an oath bloomed in him, a promise of bringing down whoever did this to you.

The only one allowed to hurt you, was him.

His enemy, you were. Enemy, or not, whatever, you were his.

-" Now now, don't waste your tears on these motherfuckers, c'mon, I've known you stronger than this. " Calloused fingers flew to your cheek, wiping away those tears and giving you his lazy smile.

Why was it that you didn't wanted to wipe that smile away anymore ?

-" not everything is lost. Me, on the other hand can help you without expecting anything in return. Well only one thing I want from you, you ".

Slightly pulling your head back, you frowned. You ? Did it meant...

-" All of you, what's under the blood and the kicks. "

-" how do I know you won't backstab me once I'm no longer useful ?"

His smile widened, Ran pressed his forehead against yours, gaze falling on your lips.

-" Easy. Did I ever went as far as to actually kill you ?"

Hesitantly, you shook your head.

-" And... " Slowly, as grazing, his hands left your cheeks to rub your sides over your shirt, then caressing your skin under that one. " they've been feeding you of lies for years. Daddy's the only one stabbing you with the truth. On the front, quick, painless. "

You could feel it, feel him seeping through your pores as poison. Yet he felt the same with your lips so close to his and your soft skin under his fingertips, taking you in like psalms at the church.

-" Now tell me, gonna let daddy make you feel good ? "

Gulping down, you looked through his eyes and saw you,with no etiquette, no judgment, no expectation. Just you, raw and desire, and though he, what you two had was the most twisted thing God had ever cursed the earth with, the way he saw you was the purest thing ever.

It only took a nod for you to have his lips on yours.

Ran Haitani tasted as Gin and juice, hard, rough, with the right amount of softness for your poor state. Your soft lips against his felt like grasping the moon, a yearning of years and now, he could not just get enough.

As your tongues met each other in a frenzied dance, your hands found his shoulders to grip onto, accidentally grinding your hips against his, he lost it.

The next thing you knew, he was in top of you while you were lying under him on that couch, clothes all discarded except for your panties.

And there she was, his life's main problem, laying raw, naked for him to take.

-" What ?" You inquired in a scoff. " Never seen a naked woman ?"

-" Shit, just can't believe I almost killed this, you. "

You chuckled. He pinned your hands above your head, began sucking on your tits, driving both of you crazy. He adored how soft your breast was on his mouth, how you claimed to hate him when you were now grinding your hips against him, so much that soon enough, both your panties and his clothes have been tossed down.

Needless to say, naked Ran Haitani had nothing vulnerable without his expensive suits. Just as imposing, almighty, every muscle, scar played on his team to make him one of the most handsome men to ever graze your eyes.

Parting your legs, his tongue licked a stripe along your folds, only for you to shake your head and close your thighs making him frown.

-" want you inside already, Ran, can't wait... "

-" Yeah ? Then you better take it, princess. Gonna carve my fucking name inside this pretty pussy. "

-" Just do it already !"

Ran chuckled, breathing a " needy, indeed".

A breath that, nevertheless, has been stolen from his throat the moment he slided inside you.

There.

-" Fuck, you feel perfect-"

He stretched you to not point, the burn being quite pleasurable for you.

Where one plus one made one, a raw poem in the middle of discarded clothes and cursed pasts, Ran's broad shoulders towered above you, placing kisses along your neck. Intoxicated, heat waves crashing against his core, lost in your presence, just in your existence he dived deep.

And he knew how venomous you were, once again a flower watered by blood and lies, but God, he has been taking sips of that poison since years, smiling to each death threat you made, thus it felt like home, you felt like home, warm, comfortable.

-" So good, Ran... Just so good... " You cried out when his thumb reached out for your clit to draw circles over the nerve bund, with each movement clenching harder around him and sending him to cloud nine.

-" Right, love ? Such a pretty slut for daddy's cock, aren't ya ?"

Your eyes rolled back as he leaned against you, taking you lips in his just for the sake of it.

Well, maybe has it been for your glossy eyes and wet lashes, maybe for your chest brushing against his while you arched your back, all he knew was that looking at you was as sweet as torture, as a drug, with each sip even more infatuated though he saw no other way to possibly have more.

More, he was obsessed by more of you.

-" Look how good you take it... You're a goddamn t... A goddamn trap, know this ?"

What you were saying could not even be considered as words, you were so close to your high that everything you could utter were uncontrollable moans, your hands tried grabbing anything, but his hand around your fists only tightened, no way you would keep yourself grounded by anything, he wanted you dumb for him by the end of this.

-" my pretty girl's only gotta remember my name by the end 'f this... Daddy's gon' make the pain better. I, shit, I promise. "

And finally, your abdomen contracted while reaching your high, though he knew his words would fall to deaf ears, he still went for your ear to whisper them, his other hand pressed to the visible bulge on your lower belly.

-" feel this ? Told ya, you and I are bounded-" he stopped in his tracks, feeling a knot in his balls tightening, the sight of your soft breasts bouncing with each thrust, your fucked up face and breathed moans did not help, really.

-" From now on, what hurts you, hurts me... "

Was he really about to go through a war for the woman he has been fighting since years? Only because she had given him her true self ?

Was Ran Haitani about to turn that whole mafia upside down just because of those pretty eyes staring at him ?

-" For you, I'd take their lives. "

Apparently, yes.

If they asked you what was Ran Haitani to you ?

Lover, hunter, or enemy?

Note : sorry love, I really really didn't liked this one, kinda felt like I screwed it up so I'm not at all confident with this...

#bonten ran #ran haitani #ran smut #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani smut #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo rev fluff #bonten smut #bonten x reader #enemies to lovers #tokyo revengers x you

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hey. idk if this is a weird request or not, but could you do something with stephen and pregnant! reader? like maybe when they find out reader is pregnant and just fluffy stuff throughout the months up until the baby is born?

Baby Fever

Stephen Strange x f!pregnant!Reader

Summary: Stephen and (Y/N) are having a baby and though its not always the easiest they've never been happier 💖💖💖

Warning: No warnings, just good pregnancy fluff 💖💖💖

A/N: Hi guys, I know I've been inactive for the longest time cause of exams but I'm finally done. It's been a while since I've written anything, so I hope you like it and pls let me know if you have any ideas of how to improve my writing or you can put in a request if you have anything you want me to write :))))) 💖💖💖

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Her fingers trembled as she held the slim, plastic stick in her hands, biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood, and yet the only thing she could fix her mind on was the blank space that would give her the result that she dreamed of or the one that she dreaded. It didn't help that her husband, who honestly meant well, kept pressing on her shoulders, a sweet but terrible attempt at a massage to relax her nerves, somehow managing to do the complete opposite. She pressed her eyes tightly together, some part of her unable to face the disappointment, that created a burning pit in the bottom of her stomach, keeping the air from entering her lungs, that made her feel like she was suffocating as her world closed in around her. Maybe if she never looked, she wouldn't have to go through the torment again, but she was quickly pulled from her thoughts at the joyful kisses from the man that stood over her. Opening her eyes, she curiously brought the test up to her test, unable to stop the warm tears that streaked down her face when she was met by two pink lines, side by side, her lips pulled into a wide grin.

She let out relieved laugh when she felt Stephen pull her to her feet, lifting her gently into the air with such excitement, as she threw her arms around him, gripping tightly, trying to eliminate the space in between their bodies. He felt like he couldn't breath when she did that, just the bare minimum amount of oxygen reaching his lungs, but in the moment he couldn't care less, he was going to be a father, instead he chose to pull her closer careful, chuckling along with her while peppering her face with kisses. She squealed, pushing his face away playfully, but he couldn't stop, the feeling of his heart overflowing with love, and for a second he stopped, staring at her in bewilderment, "I'm going to be a father". It came out more as a whisper if anything, his clear, blue eyes growing softer at the thought of the child that they would raise, a wonderful dream playing in his mind. She gently placed a hand on his cheek, causing him into to lean into her touch reflexively, humming at her soft scent of jasmine and lilies, " Yes you are, and you're going to be a great one", finding himself smiling to match hers, as he felt her nestle closer to his side.

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(Y/N) was so happy that she was pregnant, she was so grateful that she was going to be a mother to a child with the man of her dreams by her side, but no one ever said she had to like the process of how a child was born. She would've thought that a pregnant woman would require a healthy amount of sleep, but here she was retching her dinner violently into the still water that sat unmoving at the bottom of the toilet bowl, her arm resting against the cool, porcelain material, somewhat curing her of the uncomfortable, stuffy warmth that seemed to envelope her. She felt like she was 20 again, on the floor of her best friends bathroom, but it was different this time. This time she wasn't cursed with an awful hangover from a testy night out on the town, probably regretting a terrible mistake. This time she had Stephen and she was grateful for him, dutifully holding her tangled messy locks back, as he helped her off the ground, cautiously sitting her on the bathroom counter, reaching for the towel that hung haphazardly across the back of the door, placing a tender kiss on the crown of her head, before dabbing off the trail of vomit that stained her chin lightly, with the most affectionate look strewn on his face, which caused her heart to swell with love for him.

He worked quickly, and she soon found herself tucked away under the fluffy, cotton sheets, her head sinking down on the airy pillows, causing her sigh in delight. She felt her eyes flutter, threatening to close with exhaustion despite doing nothing but throw up for the past half hour, but she fought it, "Thank you", she half yawned, still gripping tightly at the man's wrist, running her fingers aimlessly back and forth across his skin. He chuckled quietly at her, "You don't have to say thank you", brushing back a strand of hair that fell loosely across her eyes, his hand trailing down the side of her face, "You're the one carrying our kid, it's the least I could do". His response tugged the corner of her lip, raising them into a smile, as she pulled his palm close to her, fondly pressing her lips against the roughened surface, silently drifting into sleep.

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"I mean do you want to know if they're a boy or a girl", he gasped in exasperation, watching the woman that sat opposite him, holding her head in her hands, digging her fingers into his scalp, impatiently frowning at him, "Because it's starting to sound like you do", he finished, crossing his arms across his chest defensively.

"No I don't-", she sighed, letting her head fall onto the cool marble of the kitchen counter, continuing to groan exasperatedly. "But the curiosity is killing me, I mean haven't you ever wanted to know something so badly but also not wanted to know it just as badly ?", she exclaimed, her arms flailing about in the air in distress, as though it further extenuates her point.

He rolled his eyes, lovingly at her, responding blatantly, "No-", before turning back to face the pile of dripping dishes that stood by the sink, grabbing a greying rag that hung weakly from a hook, beginning to rub away the dripping water from each one.

"That's a lie", she persisted, giving him a stern look, now pushing herself off the chair and onto the island counter, so she could look the man eye to eye as she stared him down. She often felt that making herself tall enough to meet his gaze in a disagreement made her more intimidating, but when she swung her feet back and forth from where they hung off the edge, Stephen had to do everything in his power to contain his laughter.

He pressed his lips tightly together in an attempt to compose himself, "Whatever you say darling", forcing himself to finish the task at hand. He could already imagine the frustrated look on the woman's face, eyebrows furrowed together, cheeks practically turning a bright, burning red from the sheer amount of stress that she had built out of nothing, with her arms crossed in the most infuriated looking manner as she could manage.

She huffed, boring her eyes into his back, as he continued to wipe down the clean dishes, her lips curving into a pout.

He tried his best to ignore her antics, but like always he failed, turning around to position himself between her legs, pulling her frame into his, so that she was practically enveloped in him, mimicking her expression comically, knowing his plan had worked when she squeezed her mouth shut to stop her erupting giggles. When she didn't burst into a fit of laughter, he figured that he had to try something else, wiggling his fingers menacingly, before reaching for her sides, tickling, causing her to break character. Shaking with laughter, she struggled to get her words out, "Stop- I'm- I'm supposed to be mad at you".

He smirked softly, bringing his hands to rest at her waist, cocking his head to look at her, "Well you could never stay mad at me anyway, now is definitely not the time to start", leaning in to connect their lips for a loving kiss.

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"Stephen!!". (Y/N) yelled, from where she lay, nestled amongst the fluffy throw pillows that were once meticulously arranged across their bed, her hand resting on the bump that had grown in the past 7 months, an almost protective reflex, "Can you get me my juice, I think I left it in the kitchen".

"I think you enjoy bossing me around a little too much, darling", Stephen groaned playfully, giving her a teasing look with his lips pursed as he handed her the cold glass, pressing his lips against her forehead and then her belly, while she rolled her eyes affectionately at him.

"Well you try carrying this baby around", she lamented, smacking him along the arm jokingly, giggling softly at his feigned defeat, "Once I sit down there is no getting up until at least 2 hours" .

"Alright, alright-", he sighed, shaking his head a little, turning to look at her, feeling her gaze fixated on him, almost as though she was trying to put him some sort of trance, but luckily for Stephen she didn't know that kind of magic, but that never stopped her from getting her way with him. After a few minutes he gave in to her longing stare, unable to resist the bright, hopeful look behind her eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that ?", he wondered out-loud, a little curious.

She grinned widely, rubbing her hands together in what she thought was menacingly, "Can you give me a back-rub ?", already knowing that he could- would never say no. It's not like she was trying to torture her husband, in fact she wished he didn't have to do all this for her, but at this point her belly was weighing her down and making her already bad posture worse, which did nothing for her lower back. The pain only seemed to spread overtime, growing sharper and more unbearable, all she could do was tell herself that the result of this pain would be so worth it. That and ask her husband for back massages, because in the few minutes that he pressed his hands skilfully along her back she felt the soreness subside and just for a short time she felt air-like, it was practically euphoric.

"You are so lucky I love you", he forced his lips together, fighting but eventually failing to keep the growing smile from spreading across his features, swiftly but gently positioning himself behind her, careful not to hurt her in any way, to which she settled comfortably in between his legs, enjoying the comforting warmth that radiated from his skin to hers, giving her an ease unmatched by any other. Despite all the extra tasks that came with a pregnant wife, Stephen felt as though it only made him love her more, how she was always so strong and capable despite carrying another person in her, carrying the weight of not one but two people, going through changes that he may never understand, fears that he may never understand and yet she still radiated such a calming energy to everyone.

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"Oh my gosh!", (Y/N) exclaimed, her pain-laced shouts echoing through the aged and empty hallways of the sanctum, as she leaned weakly along the bed frame, impatiently waiting on her husband, "Stephen I am literally in so much pain- If you do not portal us to the hospital right now-". She sounded cranky, but anyone would be if they were overcome with the worst stomach cramps that they have ever experienced in their lives, all while a baby is trying to leave their body. She thought, more like she hoped that she would be one of these people that had zero pain, but it seemed she was the complete opposite.

"Hold on- hold on-, Im just getting your night bag", the sight of him brought some semblance of hope to her, as he rushed around with a bag stuffing clothes and towels into it, occasionally turning to give her a sympathetic look, a look that did nothing to help her, which only infuriated her more.

"I don't care about the night bag right now-", she whined, running her hands over her face in frustration, the beads of sweat spreading all over her face from the hot flashes she was feeling, making the whole space feel even more stuffy and uncomfortable. She just wished that the baby had picked a more reasonable time to come and no 3 a.m., but then again this was the child of Stephen Strange, so it was no surprise that it chose the most dramatic time to be born. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, reaching out with one hand to pinch her thigh sharply, thinking that maybe it would distract her from the piercing pain that was growing from her lower abdomen, but it only seemed to make everything worse, causing her to sigh in exasperation.

"But you will", his words tore her from the bubble she had created, and she found him standing in front of her, the bag though zipped up, looked like it was ready to burst apart, a soft smile painted on his face, in anticipation of this baby they had been waiting months for.

"But I care about this child that is trying to leave my womb", she frowned, her arms waving about in the air so dramatically, she was close to slapping the man. He was quick to work, slipping his sling ring onto his fingers, the blazing orange ring forming before them, revealing a more brightly lit, sterile looking waiting room, a few people peering through to them from the other side, but she didn't care anymore, she just needed the pain to stop and for this child to be out of her womb and in her arms. "Okay, just a little longer love, you're at the end of it already", his words came out quietly, close to a whisper as he laced their fingers together, tenderly helping her through the portal.

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"Who would've thought that something so amazing would be produced from something so awful", (Y/N)'s words broke the silence that had settled amongst the pair as they watched the bundled up child in her arms, occasionally shifting her arms up to stretch before curling back up in her arms. She found it hard to tear her eyes from her but eventually she did, her gaze easily drifting to watch her husband, who was leaning down to be as close as he possibly could to them, their pinky fingers just barely laced together but it still brought a calming sense to her.

He reached out a finger in front of the baby, which she was quick to take into her small ones, and (Y/N) could have sworn she had never seen Stephen Strange as speechless or bewildered in her life and that was pretty major considering the fact that they were both wizards who have fought alongside the avengers."But look at her tiny hands and feet", he whispered out, not wanting to startle the new-born, not wanting to stop looking at her, almost as though it would all disappear he did.

"I know she's so beautiful", she sighed in satisfaction, as she admired her husband, reaching a free hand out to tangle her fingers in his hair, causing him to hum in delight as she dug deeper and tugged on the locks, " I can't believe that we made a tiny human", leaning her head down slightly to place chaste kiss on the crown of her head.

Watching his wife yawn widely, he felt concern for her, only just nothing the dark circles that had formed under her eyes, that were almost fluttering shut , suggesting, "Why don't you rest darling, I can watch her while you do".

"That would be nice", she thought out loud, as she glanced down at the little baby girl in her arms, "I love her so much, but I have never been so tired in my entire life", passing over the fluffy bundle of pink blankets over to her husband. He adjusted to holding her in his arms, before leaning towards (Y/N), giving her a loving kiss on the cheek, to which she practically purred with in delight in her exhaustive state. Stephen chuckled softly trying not to startle the baby in his arms, as he leaned back in his seat, pulling himself closer to her, so amazed at his child and his wife for producing something so wonderful.

She shuffled around on the stiff hospital mattress for a few seconds before finding the perfect spot, sighing happily, her head positioned to look at the man she loved, whispering discreetly into their child's ear, not that she would even understand whatever he said, but it still made her heart swell with love and joy for her family.

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I tagged 34 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 124 characters

#also totally didn't have this one sitting in the drafts for month and forget to post it until now either nope definitely not

My Top Posts in 2022:

Of a Sinking Severed Heart—Bleeding 'Til the End.

| {MGI Team Mixer Event Alphabet Soup Drabble — Letter P} |

| {Blue, Sapphire, I Want To Go Home To My Wife, Soulmates} |

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| Dragons with soulmates were always said to have hearts made of the purest gemstones. Inevitably this led to them being hunted or captured for the wealth they could grant upon their death. |

| But sometimes, the reason for capturing one is far worse. |

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| Word Count: 1,029. |

| Warnings/Tags: Major Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, implied/referenced torture, implied/referenced non consensual drug use, blood and injury, angst, hurt/no comfort, grief/mourning, non-graphic non-consensual body modification/amputation, dragon Tim Drake, dragon Marinette, and soulmates. |

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| A/N: Here's the last fic of the event, finally cross-posted to Tumblr! |

| Please make sure to read those tags carefully before reading! But if you're able to handle that sort of content then I hope you enjoy! |

| Also side note, Don’t Like? Don’t Read. |

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This couldn't be it, this couldn't be the end. Not here, not now, not for her.

Tim was helpless to do anything but watch from beyond the sickly green wrought iron cage—poisoned spikes on both the inside and outside of the bars to prevent any attempts at escape.

Not that it stopped him, mind you. But all that brought him was mocking laughter, a cursed amulet preventing him from shifting back to his human form, clipped wings, horns cut, snout muzzled, sapphire scales torn and patchy—making it hurt to move, talons declawed—phalanges removed so they wouldn't ever grow back, and a cocktail of drugs fogging his mind and torpefying his body, all to keep him from being able to break out on his own.

Marinette was his precious loving soulmate, she's a part of his hoard as much as he is of hers. Their hearts beat in sync. He could feel the distant frenetic desperate pulse of her heart tethered to him, completely in time to his equally pounding heart despite the distance between them. He could also feel the stinging scratches and scrapes on her hands and knees on his own, the deep ache in her muscles and bones in his, the flaring stabs across her torso and shoulders with every movement she makes in his as well, just as if those were his injuries instead of hers alone.

She could probably feel the numb agony of the undoubtedly permanent damage done to him in this cage. How she was still able to keep going, keep fighting, with the pain slowly killing him—them—, was beyond him.

That was how their soulbond worked, an eye for an eye, a heart for a heart, a soul for a soul, pain for pain. Bearing what the other is taking, sharing the burden of their suffering.

A blessing and a curse, always being able to tell whether your soulmate was hiding injuries or overworking themselves to the detriment of their body. It was… it was probably a relief for her, in the time after his capture—to know the Joker's been keeping him alive.

Marinette's heartbeat stuttered as the fight drew away from the cage and out of his sight. Heart in his throat, Tim barely holds back a desperate keel. He can't afford to distract her now—

Electricity, surging through his body. Lancing pain whiting his vision out.

He could barely hear her screams through the crackling around him. No, no, no, no—please.

Maniacal laughter rang out clearly above the thundering of their shared heartbeat and the sizzling searing of electrical burns tearing through their bodies.

And oh, oh…

Oh no.

If he thought the electricity was bad enough, then the five pinpricks of pain in the centre of his chest shouldn't have been noticeable.

But it was. And brutally so. His chest. Ruptured open. Tearing and shredding apart like something was being ripped out. Or well, not his chest. But Marinette's.

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For Whom the Bell Tolls as Asphodels Alight.

| {MGI Team Mixer Event Alphabet Soup Drabble — Letter A} |

| {Clouds, Soulmates, Tattoos, He's dead again, Phantoms, I would die for you, Yeah but you won't shut up for me will you, Kisses, Cruel summer} |

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| Soulmates are each born with a tattoo of plant that grows with them until they die. |

| And Marinette is too late to prevent her's from wilting into ash as the city burns down around her. |

| Word Count: 794. |

| Warnings/Tags: Soulmates, Major character death, Fire, Angst, Hurt no comfort, Grief/mourning. |

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| A/N: Miracle-Sham here, this is my first published piece for the MGI Discord Team Mixer event, and the first part of our team's alphabet soup collab! So I decided to start us off with an angsty bang by setting Gotham on fire. If angst isn't to your taste then check out the other chapters as we've got some wonderful tooth-rotting fluff for other letters! Regardless, I hope you all enjoy reading both this and the rest of our chapters! |

| Also this is a repost as the original post disappeared from the tags half an hour after posting so if this is familiar, that's why :l |

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Gotham burns with her people. Glowing golden in the grim morning sun as every window reflects the rising pyres, despite the thick clouds of smoke choking the grieving streets.

And there is a fragility to the world as the ashes settle, and hope is rekindled yet again. It is not so much a precarious peace in the aftermath of tragedy, as it is the lurking dread that this isn't over yet after all. But it is. And magic cannot undo all the harm and damage that has been wrought—it cannot solve everything—even if Marinette hasn't just been a few agonising moments too late in reaching Jason’s distress beacon. In reaching him.

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Robinson Park, where his beacon guided her, has been hit the hardest, scorched to the bone with not even a single shoot of flora surviving. She can heal that at least, help Poison Ivy regrow old and new plants alike—courtesy of the additional powers the Ladybug Miraculous has granted her. Marinette cannot heal the ashen asphodels wreathed around her wrists, however—no matter how desperately she may try.

A soulmate tattoo severed at the grasp of death—never to bloom once more; after all, he's dead, again and there are no second chances left, not for him, nor her.

Marinette has watched that soulmate tattoo grow upon her skin, from a cluster of tiny seeds when she was but a baby, to vibrant shoots with unfurling linear leaves when she entered school for the first time, to the few earliest thin buds after donning the earrings, to the wreath of blossoming star-shaped flowers upon meeting him. And now? It's wilting—dead—like the city around them, and his ashen crumpled corpse cradled desperately in her arms—bleeding coldness into her bones.

Truly, it is a bitter knowledge to grasp within her hands, that she can wish it so he had survived—or travel back so that she can prevent it from happening in the first place. To watch her soulmate tattoo bloom once more, she'd give anything.

But a bitter knowledge it is indeed, for no matter the wish, Marinette can never make it, as the cost will always far outweigh the heart-rending temptations.

The phantom of his last words echoes in her mind as she blinks back clouding tears.

“I would die for you, y'know.” Jason had said it with such a heartfelt but casual tone, as he leant back against a gargoyle unperturbed with a cheeky grin on his face. Had he known back then? That his words would ring true—that they were the death knell tolling for himself? Or had he seen the death knell toll for her, and took its claim upon himself instead?

Never before, has she regretted her final words in response to him, more. With a roll of her eyes, she had snorted, grumbling with a playful exasperation. “Yeah but you won't shut up for me, will you?”

But now the words leave the phantom taste of ash in her mouth.

And his silent answer to that had been the twinkle of his eyes as he then knelt before her, all chivalrous like, and took her hand in his—cupping it gently as if she were something precious—before peppering the back of her hand with sweet kisses.

That was the last she had seen of him, before they had split off to deal with the tragedy descending on Gotham.

And now the city and her people have been left to mourn what has been lost to the cruel summer flames.

Slowly, like the sleeping of the dead, Marinette stands—with Jason still softly held in her arms. A pall of ash clouds the streets and skies as she begins the long trek back to the roof they had designated as the recall point. Then, once they reach there, they'll need to head back to the Batcave so that Jason can be interred in the family's private mausoleum at the back of the gardens.

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Jasonette July 2021 Masterlist.

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| {Jasonette July 2021, Saturday Challenge 1: Hurt No Comfort} |

| Yet So Poison Entwined We Fracture (YSPEWF) |