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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐โก๐๐ โ H.Shuji x reader
Synopsis: You are a small novelist, struggling for inspiration and ideas until you come across a charming gangster, called Hanma Shuji, who turns out to be your muse. Months later when your novel is published with him as the ML, the obsession only grows.
Pairing: Hanma Shuji x gn!author!reader Genre: YANDERE!, MAFIA! AU TW: crying, drinking, smoking, reader and Hanma both being twisted in the head, gore, Hanma being the sadist he is, hanma calls reader 'pretty' and 'doe', WC: 1.7K +
NOTE: I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT PROMOTE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR. It is impractical scary and even gross. Violation of someoneโs personal space/ life is not being romanticized in this post. Rather it is JUST A FICTIONAL TROUPE WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.
A/N: Don't worry, its SFW!
Your grip is shaky, and tender as you gulp the bitter liquid down, it burns your throat in an ambrosial haze. It's as if your brain is barren with not a seed of creativity getting planted to fertilize into a bigger idea. You breathe a sob-sigh and sniffle, downing yourself in the liquid confidence.
You bury your face in your palms, and your elbows shake as you lean on the wooden counter. The music is loud and chaotic; it isn't a place for someone like you who spends most of her time, copped up in her mind, creating realms of her own as she writes.
You can't write. You can't write. You can't write. There have been no ideas, no inspirations, no random snippets of intense plotting and character-building...what will you do?
The neon lights dance on the yellowish-coloured tonic in your glass.
You hear the seat beside you being dragged. Your eyes fall towards the source of the sound, eyes meeting slender veiny hands, bejewelled with tattoos on their backs. A thick vein runs down his right hand to his elbow.
Your eyes gently trail upwards. His black long-sleeved turtleneck is rolled up to his elbows, his highlighted hair is neatly combed to one side, and then you look up at his long, chiselled face, sharp nose and dragon eyes...you realise he is already gazing at you with his lips turned into a soft smirk. You feel a sudden heat suffusing your cheeks. You try to avert your gaze, but his eyes have already captured yours and neither of you seem willing to let go. He continues to look into your eyes, and you feel yourself slipping away. You can savour the intensity of the moment, and it's almost electric. He tilts his head and asks, "What's a pretty angel like you doing crying in a place like this ?"
You breathe sharply and look away, averting your gaze from the handsome stranger, "just...going through things." You say.
He looks at you and nods, but he clearly isn't used to taking no for an answer. "Why spend your youth wallowing on the side, when you..." He raises his glass and points at the group of people huddled on the dance floor, "could be enjoying it on the stage instead."
You look at him in wonder...stage. William Shakespeare used it before: "The world is a stage and all men and women are players."
You blink and answer, "Why be the player when you can be the narrator?" You say softly, steering your eyes from the dance floor, back to him.
His eyebrows raised in delight at your words. He was used to people being scared of his appearance, his stature, his voice and tattoos. He just screamed 'danger' wherever he was. People talked to him for only a few reasons: for money, for partnership, for mercy or for him to warm their bed in such a way that he would ruin any other partners for them.
"Why be the player when you can be the narrator?" he says excitedly, "--when you can control the play from the sidelines." He says, adding his own twisted ideology to your personality-introducing a statement to him. It wasn't what you meant, but you didn't correct him. "You are an interesting one, you know?" he says and fetches a cigarette from his pocket and lights it, "you are one of the only people I've met who can keep a conversation dynamic." He grins with a wicked smirk, and you swear your heart hammers for him in a way that it has for no one.
"I didn't catch your name," you say softly.
"Hanma Shuji," he says with a proud smirk, "what's your name, pretty?" He asks.
"Y/N L/N," you say and ask again, curious about the man in front of you. You are never one for small talk, but there is just something so magnetic about him that you have to ask, "What do you do for a living, Hanma-san?"
"Just Hanma is okay," he corrects and sighs, a mischievous grin on his face, "I am a mob boss, have a big gang wrapped around my finger like fools." He studies your expression, "Did I scare ya? It's okay if you wanna leave, not gonna hold it against you or send my 'scary men' after you." He says exaggeratedly.
You blink blankly at him, studying his face. โI had my suspicionsโฆgot that vibe from you.โ You say and pause, โBut for some reason I am not scared.โ
Hanma dissects your reply, drawing closer to you as he says quietly, his words heavy and menacing but like a siren's song, โYou should be.โ
โI should be,โ you nod your head softly, โbut I am notโฆ"
Hanma studies your face with an unmoving stare. His breath trickles down your face, a gentle blend of cigarettes and mint. He looks at you as if he is remembering the exact proportions of your face.
"You intrigue me," he says and chuckles, "you still haven't told me why you were crying in a bar." He says and softly wipes the remaining tears from the corners of your eyes. For some reason, you don't feel revolted by this stranger's touch.
You shake your head and reply, "A writer loses all sense of the world when their mind is barren of inspiration. I was just looking for a push, I guess. But I was only met with a bottle of whiskey and more questions than answers. I can't help but feel like I'm in a never-ending cycle, blindly searching for an answer that I may never find. I'm stuck in my own head, unable to break free. I can't seem to find my way out. "
As Hanma hums, "So you're a writer, huh? Should have known by how eloquent you are." He's silent for a minute and then says, "Never was a book guy, sitting in one place just reading... it's too monotonous for an adrenaline junkie like me. In my teen years, I loved those twisted romances and thriller mangas." He chuckles in a way that makes you shiver.
You raise your eyebrow at him, "Dark romances, huh? Did they inspire you into becoming a mob boss?"
Hanma hisses with a faint smile on his face. "Not so loud, sweetheart." You chuckle and apologize.
"What do mob bosses do?" you ask curiously.
He crosses his arms and leans back. "What don't we do?" he replies. "Money laundering, smuggling, extortion, you know, the usual." He smiles, and you can see a hint of mischief in his eyes.
You can't help but smile at how nonchalant he is about it. You sense a darkish longing from both ends, like two poles of the magnet so close, just waiting for the right distance to be pulled close. It's like a course of warm ideas is injected into your brain. You can't help but feel drawn to him like he's the natural ending to your story.
It is interrupted by Hanma receiving a call. He picks up the phone and his expression immediately darkens. "I'll be there." He says and cuts the call and looks at you with longing and apology. He stands up, takes a deep breath and says, "I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I'll keep an eye on you." He takes one last look at you before turning to leave.
"I found my muse..." you mutter to yourself as you see him leave.
[1 year later]
And he meant that. He meant when he said 'I'll keep an eye on you.' He was a mob boss, so it was easy for him to find your whereabouts and know everything about you. It almost seemed like he didn't want to hide his presence from you. However, you for some odd reason didn't mind this man spying on your life; it made you excited.
By this time you had completely researched his life, persona, crimes, and remembered them like a textbook. Multiple articles of his gang's works were pasted on your apartment walls along with letters in front of your apartment. These letters had no sender or address, but the cologne smell was him. You pinned the letters to your walls, sighing and reading them multiple times a day, knowing he was watching you all the time.
You smiled softly, signing your book 'Ghastly Love' in the author convention. Having been acclaimed as one of the bestselling dark romances on booktok and bookstagram, you were elated to have met Hanma Shuji that night...the man who inspired you to write a book. You had never met him for a year. However, you felt his presence, his gaze and the imaginary version of him you created in your head.
Another happy fan comes and you sign the book for them. Multiple people praise your writing, but it feels so empty. The convention ends and everyone leaves. Everyone is wrapping up when one last fan comes.
I'm sorry I can't do anything. My train got late." He says, drawing your attention as the security guards push him away and all the other writers stare at him.
"Come on I just want Y/N L/N's sign. I've travelled far for this, I'll leave in 5 minutes." He says and you chuckle.
"Let him in," you say and smile, impressed by this fan's dedication. He walks confidently towards you
You look up and smile at another person, he is taller than the rest, your hands are ready to sign the book when you spot the familiar tattoo on his hand...Hanma.
A shocked gasp escapes your throat as you look up at him, your eyes watering. He lowers his mask and smirks. "Hey doe." He says, calling you the name your ML called your FL in the novel. "You've become quite famous over the past few months, yeah? But let me tell you, the guy you wrote about in your novel is nothing. This right here, in front of you is the real deal." He smirks.
You sob and hug him tightly. You had him now...and you wouldn't let him go. He was your muse, after all. Suddenly, he pulls away and looks deeply into your eyes. He whispers, "So freaking proud of ya'." He says and kisses you.
'Dedicated to the handsome stranger I found in the bar that night. Thank you for being my muse; I highly anticipate meeting you again, and this time I won't let you go."
DID YALL KNOW IVE WRITTEN A BOOK LIKE Y/N TOO?!?! Of Vengeance and Ashesโย ->ย BUY NOW!!!! I am a 15-year-old author who needs support, I assure you it won't disappoint! It's okay if you don't buy, it would be enough to share the link with someone else who might be interested! I humbly request you support my career as a child author by purchasing my book. This would help me to write more books in future.
Also Check out: L'appel du videย (โ๏ธ) (Synopsis:ย Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! With no memories of what transpired two days before his death, you team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband? )
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"Some humans call this song a 'tune for the dead'. They say this music box is... unresistable by fallen spirits when they hear this tune..."
"...it makes me so sad, hearing them sing this song."
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12. how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?
for Lorelai!
i wanted to make an oc ask game ๐ things i like to ask people abt their character
Lorelai has been around for quite some time, but that amount of time adds up to her human years. By human measuring standards, she is only 20 years old, but she is much, much older than that. Being the child of Death Itself, there comes many perks. She knows when her birthday is, but it's not when she was made. She loves celebrating birthdays! And deathdays too, but she finds that as a more anniversary-type thing than anything.
#pownan#โจ{๐ด๐๐ฉ๐จ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ช๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐ฏ; (๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฉ๐๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ค๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ช ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ)#๐บ * ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โโ:โโheadcanon#๐บ * ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โโ:โโask answered
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ย ย ย ย โRemember, children! No one lives forever, but do not fear the reaper! He means no harm, but to show you to a better place! There is always a better place for everyone who passes!โ
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Two Birds on a wire
Characters:ย H.Shujiย x G! n Baji reader Genre: FLUFF Warnings: none Writer: @white-poppie
Song recommendation:ย Line without a Hook
A/N: Y/N is Bajiโs sibling!!
This fic is an excerpt from my book:ย L'appel du videย (Please check it out!!)
Tokyo Revengers (ๆฑไบฌใชใใณใธใฃใผใบ)
"Hanma-san? What are you doing here?" You squealed seeing the man knock on your dorm window.
"Yo!" he chuckled, "sorry I came without letting ya know, I just really missed you~"
You flushed at his words, averting your eyes, "well now that you are here, come on in."
"Man, now I kinda wanna come back to Uni, fun days," he exclaimed while laying, ruining the bed you had just made.
"It's not like you studied anyways," you pointed, clearing up your desk.
"Why you gotta be so rude, huh? Respect your elders!"
You stuck your tongue at him, "stay here, I'll get some snacks. I recently got a whole stock of chips and chocolates because you always end up eating mine. I kept them in my friend's dorm, I'll go get them"
Hanma flashed you a huge grin, "aren't you the sweetest, angel?" You huffed and ran to avoid him.
He chuckled and his gaze fell on a certain book sticking out from between the mattress.
He gently removed out, thinking it was some academic book that you might later look for until his eyes fell on the neatly written letters: Diary of Baji Y/N.
'Oho! this is gonna be good,' he thought while opening the diary.
He started reading from the most recent pages.
Dear Diary,
Hanma and I hung out today. Have I ever told you how tall he is? He is 6'4! I wish I was a little taller so I could reach my hand to smack him on his head.
Why? Well you see, we went to a cafe, and he just ordered a sandwich and a cold drink. i..saw him dipping a sandwich in cola...I knew he was unhinged but my god.
Y/N
He laughed at your adorableness. Gosh you were so endearing. With swift turn of pages, he read further
Dear Diary,
Hanma helped me sneak into the library for material to study. He knew all the blindspots where cameras are not focused. It was so exhilarating! I felt like I was in a James Bond movie!
When we entered the library, it was pitch dark, and we used flashlights to look for the book. When we found it, I was carefully taking out the book and suddenly the pile of books on top of the book fell.
One fell on top of my head, I hissed and it drew the attention of the person who was taking rounds.
He called out, "who is there?" and walked close. I was so scared!
Then Hanma grabbed my hand and we huddled at the end of the book rack. We were so scared that we couldn't think properly. As soon as the person left, I realized our position.
Hanma was sitting with his back touching the shelf, his legs were folded with a little space an I was sitting between them, my hand was on his chest and his large hand was on the small of my back.
Cliche right?
I swear to god I was so glad it was dark that he wasn't able to see my flustered expression, but I was close enough to make out the smirk on his face.
His other hand had cupped my face, thumb running on the apple of my cheek.
He whispered with a dulcet voice that kissed the air like the smell of a fresh blossom of ย Night Jasmine.
"Pretty," he said like it was my name. A small whimper escaped my throat, only the sun has ever come this close, only the sun. Y/N
Hanma felt heat bloom in his chest, of warmth and solace. You were truly something else, Y/N
Dear Diary,
I really miss big brother today.
People say Mikey-san has suddenly disappeared, I wonder what happened to the kind and caring Manjiro Sano. I saw an article in the newspaper about this new gang called Bonten.
I knew Mikey made it, it had to be the result of the battle of three deities. Bonten is the Japanese name for god Bramha which also gave way to the gang Brahaman. Unoriginal right? If Keisuke was alive, Mikey would have never gone astray. Big brother would have beat Mikey up until he came back to his senses.
I wish everything could go back to normal, from the day Kazutora killed Shinichiro-san.
Y/N
He felt his heart drop to his stomach, yet he read further.
Dear Diary
I think what I feel for Hanma is more than just attraction or infatuation. It's something rooted deep within the coils of my mind.
It's a fresh wave of adrenaline, yet at the same time, it is the comfort of the blanket of your home. It's soft and fuzzy yet rousing and exhilarating.
He is the only person after big brother who makes me feel truly safe. I know if I am with him, nothing will ever hurt me.
I think I...like Hanma Shuji...no it's beyond liking.
Y/N
Dear Diary
I am adding a letter here because you know considering how much of a scaredy-cat I am, I won't be able to say it face to face. Maybe one day I might get the courage to give it to him.
Dearest Hanma Shuji,
It's funny how I feel the safest when I am with you; those amber eyes that glint with mischief send me over the edge and I am filled with a certain exhilaration.
Might be a metamorphosis, knowing that my life would never be the same once I let you consume me.
Why? I am not sure myself.
It is probably the way you speak in deep whispers, words full of teasing taunts dripping down like ichor, your words are words so compelling, like the pipe of the pied piper that I can willingly follow you to my ruin.
Hanma Shuji-san and my dearest senior, as cliche as it sounds, I want you to tell me every terrible thing you have done, every sin you have committed, yet let me cherish you either way.
~Baji Y/N
Hanma swore he could have felt his ruined, treacherous heart, beat with love. He used to like you a lot, yes, but he never expected you to like him too...to such a degree.
Did you feel safe with him? A delinquent? A man who looks like he will eat you raw? That was the pleasantest thing he had heard about him.
"I am back with the-" you paused dead in your tracks looking at Hanma, holding your diary, "-i can explain-"
Hanma sighed and walked up to you, you closed your eyes thinking that he was gonna yell at you.
He kept a hand on your cheek, "why did you not tell me?"
"I was scared that you won't want to be friends with me anymore and it's true isn't it--."
You were pushed onto your bed until you were sitting on the edge, your brows were knitted in confusion when you saw Hanma sitting on his knees.
"What are you doing?" you asked.
Hanma kept his hand on the nape of your neck, leaning close, "I am trying to kiss you, I don't this my back can handle bending so much, short-stuff."
He leaned in slowly, unlike his do or die behaviour, he dealt with you like you were made up of glass. Something fragile that might break if he was not too gentle.
Your hands wrapped around his neck, and you gasped when you felt his hands circle around your waist. He pulled you to the ground on his lap, slowly ravaging you like you were someone worth worshipping. Gentle caresses littered like he is afraid to break what is already damaged, maybe his sultry and soft touches might heal you after all.
When you two pulled away, you were breathless.
He tapped your cheek and gave a toothy grin, "Let's take it slow for you sweet-cheeks, besides we have got all the time we need in the world."
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Tokyo Revengers (ๆฑไบฌใชใใณใธใฃใผใบ)
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L'APPEL DU VIDE ( on wattpadโ๏ธ) (Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! With no memories of what transpired two days before his death, you team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?)
๐๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ข๐๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ ๐๐๐ง๐จย (๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ) (ไฝ้็ไธ้ )
New Addiction ย ๐ฅปย fluff Cigarettes are Shinichiroโs good olโ addiction, but you might be the new one.
I wanna be yours ย ๐ฅป older brother's best-friend troupe, fluff You have had a crush on your older brother's best friend for years now, Shinichiro Sano, the biggest loser there is to exist, but he shares the same pining for you?
๐๐๐ค๐๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข (๐๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐) (ไป็ ่ฅ็ญ)ย
Forbidden ย ๐ฅปย yakuzal au, forbidden-love, angst Heirs of two Yakuza gangs, fall in love. Every time is supposed to be the last. The last meet, the last wound, the last kiss, but they can't get themselves to stop. After all, it is as they say: we love, what we cannot have.
๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐ข๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง๐จย (๐๐ข๐ค๐๐ฒ) ( ไฝ้ ไธๆฌก้)
Manjiro Come down ย ๐ฅปย angst Manjiro! Manjiro! Manjiro! Come down! Wonโt you get up off, get up off the roof?
๐๐๐โก๐๐! ย ๐ฅปย racer!au, fluff Racer!Mikey takes you on a date, a special one where he teaches you how to ride a bike
๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข ๐๐๐งย (๐๐ซ๐๐ค๐๐ง) ( ้พๅฎฎๅฏบ ๅ
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Da-Da! ๐ฅปย fluff How Ken spends time with two of his favourite girls.
๐๐๐ฃ๐ข ๐๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ย (๐๐๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐) (ๅ ดๅฐๅญไป)
Too good for meย ๐ฅปย mutual-comfort, fluff After getting in trouble with the police, Baji comes home to you beaten up and bruised and thinks he is not good enough for you.
๐๐ค๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฒ๐จ (๐๐๐ง๐ณ๐ฎ) ( ๆๅธ ๆฅๅๅค)
You're an angel, I'm a dog ๐ฅป fluff, god-tier writing Haruchiyo is petrified when you first ask to kiss him. He loves you like a dog. Feral in all its gruesome and bloody glory. In the end, Sanzu loves you like a dog but kisses you like you are his god.
๐๐๐ง๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ก๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ขย (๐๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ) ( ๅ้ ไฟฎไบ)
Two Birds on a wire ๐ฅปย fluff EEK! Your crush Hanma Shuji discovers your diary with your darkest confessions! How is he going to react?
The second Grim Reaper ๐ฅป domestic!au, fluff Just when Hanma thought his life couldnโt get any better with you by his side, it did
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐โก๐๐ ๐ฅปย writer!au, gangster!au, yandere!, long-fic You are a small novelist, struggling for inspiration and ideas until you come across a charming gangster, called Hanma Shuji, who turns out to be your muse. Months later when your novel is published with him as the ML, the obsession only grows.
๐๐๐ข๐ญ๐๐ง๐ข ๐๐๐งย (๐๐ซ๐๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐๐) ( ็ฐ่ฐท ่ญ)
How Ran likes em' ๐ฅปย thriller, spicy tension You need to catch Ran Haitaniโs attention at a casino, can you fit in the criteria of how ran likes emโ?
Clichรฉ' get Closer (When the local 'bad boy' of your institution falls in love. There is a palpable tension that hangs tantalizingly amongst you. The universe plays its game to make the two of you, end up in compromising situations. Cliches that have your heart throbbing!)
๐๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ข๐ญ๐๐ง๐ขย (๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐๐) (๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ่ฐท ็ซ่)
Harley-Quinn Syndrome ๐ฅปย thriller, spicy tension Who knew, dearest Y/N, The hunter you were hunting, that turned to your prey, was the hunter after all. You were the catch and he was the apex predator.
๐๐ก๐ข๐๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐จย (๐๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ) ( ๆพ้ๅๅฌ)
INSTAlove ๐ฅป insta-love, fluff (Your instagram while dating Chifuyu)
๐๐๐ณ๐ฎ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฒ๐ (๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ซ) (็พฝๅฎฎไธ่)
Sauve Moi ๐ฅป angst This is reality, wake-up. No true-love's kiss can save a man who's demons make him hurt his beloved
CHARACTERS !
Clichรฉ' get Closer (When the local 'bad boy' of your institution falls in love. There is a palpable tension that hangs tantalizingly amongst you. The universe plays its game to make the two of you, end up in compromising situations. Cliches that have your heart throbbing! Ft. HANMA and RAN)
Because I love you! (Koko, Kazutora and Izana's reaction to you confessing to them angrily.)
Reaction to you getting/wanting a pet (Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora and Mikey)-smau
Shark week! Mikey, Baji and Kakucho comforting you on your period)
You're an angel, I'm a dog (Haruchiyo is petrified when you first ask to kiss him. He loves you like a dog. Feral in all its gruesome and bloody glory. In the end, Sanzu loves you like a dog but kisses you like you are his god.)
GENERAL !
Big and Chunky!-ย (How being in a relationship with big beefy men is like! )
๐:๐๐ ๐๐- (The hour of twilight ย made him vulnerable. It made him crawl out of his shell and be who he really is.)
Characters and their romance tropes-ย (Assigning the characters popular romance book/ movie tropes. )
Auburn Lipstick-ย (Sure, itโs an important meeting, but it can wait. After all, how can he resist the charm of your lips clad in that beautiful auburn lipstick )
Baby Iโm scared!-ย (Humans and Monsters are never meant to be together. The tales of monsters across and how they suffered a heartbreak )
โ เฃช ๐น๐๐ช๐ด๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ โฅ๏ธ-ย (Hearts hammering, cheeks flushed. What do you do when you are on a kiss cam with your best friend you have a liking for?)
Serenade my senses-ย (How different characters smell like )
๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ - (POV your man needs your help to get rid of the spider that dares intrude his bath, but you both end up getting scared.)
CHARACTERS!:
If we live ๐ฃ๐๐ฐ๐ฑ, let us die ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ค' How being in a relationship with Racer!Mikey is like
The loyal dog and his toy ( How being in a relationship with Haruchiyo, aka the loyal dog, is like.)
Forever (How loving Mitsuya Takashi is like)
C๊ฉde Red! Headcanons of Yan!Manila Mikey taking care of you while you are on your period
๐๐ข ๐ท๐ช๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ตย Mitsuya Takashi with his super caring but powerful s/o
MENACE!ย Being Bajiโs chaotic bestie
MULTI!:
Y๐ฆนu give me butterflies, you kn๐ฆนw !?หหห - (Random things the trv boys do that give you butterflies)
Chaotic Tokyo revengers Headcanonsย
Tokyo revengers as Yandere loversย
The characters as things I have saidย
Reaction to you getting/wanting a pet -(Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora and Mikey)
Serenade my Senses(How different characters smell like)
Incorrect quotes:
Swingsetย (Sanzu)
Tale as old as time~ย (Toman founders)
Y/N's Seatย (Hanma/Kisaki)
L'appel du videย ( on wattpadโ๏ธ) (Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! With no memories of what transpired two days before his death, you team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?)
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