#Akashi Senju fanfiction

[lazysublimeengineer]

the viscount who loves his princess - I

Summary: “A new romance has bloomed in one enchanting night? Princess Senju and Viscount Mikey share a special night together under the radiant garden of the Palace.” Takeomi read loudly on the first page of broadside that morning.

Senju could only heave a deep breath before sipping the cup of Earl Grey slowly to her lips.

“You’ve been seeing Viscount Mikey without any chaperone? Lady Whistledown is having a field day with your scandals.” Haruchiyo snorted as he prepared a cup of coffee for himself.

“You know how Lady Whistledown is. So, stop believing her stories for a moment. It’s quite exaggerated sometimes. Besides, I am not going out with that fool! Hell freezes over that happens!” She exclaimed indignantly.

A chance encounter between the Viscount and the Princess which caused a rumor mill circulating in their town.

(A/N: This was supposed to be a sequel from that Doramitsu regency fic I’ve written a long time ago. But plot bunnies came out of me and decided that “oh hey wait a second. Why don’t we make a multichaptered crossover regency period fic series between Tokyo Revengers and Blue Lock in the world Bridgerton?” And here you go. This is the second part of this series with Maisenju as the main pairing. Takes place after the events of the first series of this fic, “sweet liaisons.” I don’t own anything from this franchise. Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Julia Quinn for this romantic book and series.)

“Senju! Are you done yet? You’re going to be late for the special occasion arranged by the Queen herself. It’s not a good image for a lady to be tardy.” Her older brother, Takeomi,   admonished her from downstairs while Senju struggled adjusting the straps of her corset inside her room.

“Give me a few minutes! This dress is bollocks! Why do I even have to wear this ridiculous thing in the first place?!” Senju exclaimed indignantly as she finally laced the straps successfully around her torso but not before holding her damn breath for a few minutes.

Jesus Christ.

Why do women like her must suffer from these societal expectations in the first place?

“It’s not that hard to put on the corset if you listen carefully to what the teacher has been teaching to you before!” Takeomi replied in exasperation. “Also, Haru get the carriage ready so that we won’t be late this evening!” He added.

“I’m on it!” Haruchiyo’s voice rang from the background.

Senju tuned them out and focused on putting the gown next to her body.

“If you’re not down here yet within a minute, I’ll go up there to see what’s the problem!” Takeomi’s annoying voice rang out again.

“Hold your horses! I’m done already!” Senju yelled back in exasperation.

With a one, last inspection on her frame and face in the mirror, she quickly went out and closed the door behind her and walked downstairs.

“Finally!” Takeomi exclaimed before he inspected her critically from head to toe.

“Not bad. Although next time try it with your hair down in curls. That seemed to be the thing these days.” He commented.

Senju rolled her eyes. “Oh hush. I tried my best in making a French braid for this occasion. The least you can do is take notice of them naturally.” She replied in a grumpy voice as she walked diligently inside the carriage.

They finally reached the palace wherein several guests and royal families were already present and going inside.

Senju grew nervous.

Even if she was naturally born confident and used to be under the scrutiny of other people, this was still different because she was facing the Queen at this event.

Her Majesty will choose tonight who will be crowned as the Diamond girl this year.

Senju had no patience for events like this. She’d rather go to the forest and hunt some wild boars or practice fencing while she’s at it.

But alas, if there were advantages in being born in an upper-class, royal family there were disadvantages as well.

Especially if she’s the only female sibling of the Akashi family and a princess, nonetheless.

The responsibility fell on her to carry their name in the social class and mingle herself with the ladies in the same social stratum and earn herself a status befitting of a princess and marry off an earl or duke for that matter.

Just the mere thought of those weighted responsibilities solely put upon her made her want to throw a fit and leave this place. But she kept her composure and calm.

‘This is just for tonight. Tomorrow you can do whatever you like.’ She chanted at herself as she took a deep breath and got ready.

“Okay remember what we’ve taught and practice beforehand.” Takeomi reminded her when he helped her in getting out of the carriage.

“Yes, my dear brother. You have reminded me of these several times already that I’ve lost count.” She deadpanned.

“This is for your own good and so that you won’t be making any mistakes.” The muffled voice of her other sibling, Haruchiyo said from behind her.

“Oh please. You’re the last person I should hear of this from you.” Senju groused.

“Stop with these childish acts you two.” Takeomi admonished them and Senju kept her mouth shut but not without a small pout gracing her features.

Nevertheless, upon arriving inside the palace, she quickly schooled her features into a pleasant smile and moved with a ladylike grace even though she felt her muscles stiffened at the strict movements of her body.

“Oh my. Princess Senju fancy seeing you here. You look lovely as always.” The light and feminine voice of Hina caught her attention and she beamed at her.

“You look breathtakingly beautiful as well, Lady Hina.” Senju complimented her in a sincere manner. It’s true that Hina was one of the loveliest ladies in their town. And one of the most graceful and dignified as well.

With her alabaster skin, slender frame, beautiful ginger locks and a beatific smile, who wouldn’t fall for her beauty and charms? It’s probably a normal day for her tending to her suitors who visited her abode every day.

Moreover, she wouldn’t be surprised if she earned the Diamond girl status from Her Majesty tonight.

“Oh, shush you... You still got a silver tongue beneath your mischievous nature.” Hina chuckled softly under her breath.

As she was about to respond, another familiar voice caught her attention and turned around to see the smiling face of Emma waving simply and approaching them.

“Princess Senju. Lady Hina. What a pleasant night it is to see you both here.”

“Same here Lady Emma. You’re looking lovely as always.” Senju replied smilingly. Unlike her brother, Mikey, Emma is a pleasant woman to be around and not infuriating. Senju wondered how she could tolerate her brother's impertinence daily.

“Why thank you. I do hope that my brother hasn’t been a nuisance to you lately.” Emma replied jokingly.

“Tell me about it. There hasn’t been a day when he wasn’t bothering me every time when we crossed paths around the city.” Senju replied with a small pout on her face as she took some glass of punch from the waiter who was circling around and giving them.

Emma chuckled softly under her breath. “Forgive my brother. It seems that he has a habit being like that with you.”

“Well, I would appreciate it if you can inform him that he needn’t to do that everyday.” Senju replied as she took a sip from the glass of punch.

Her eyes darted around when she heard some announcement in the middle of the stage.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It’s our pleasure to have you here on this occasion for the annual event of Her Majesty choosing our precious Diamond for this year. As you may know we have gathered some reputable candidates to be crowned for tonight.” A male announcer said and the Queen finally appeared and was sitting down on her throne.

“Oh! It’s finally starting.” Senju uttered to herself and hastily put the glass of punch from the side of the table to make her way towards the direction wherein several female candidates were lined up from the corner.

The next few moments passed in a blur with the ladies performing one by one in front of the Queen with their practiced grace and dignity in front of her.

Senju watched in awe as the ladies before her performed a graceful dance and curtsied in front of the Queen. Hina and Emma’s performance were outstanding in her eyes and they moved as if it they were born for the role itself.

Her heart pounded and her anxiety spiked as her part will be coming soon.

She finally took a deep breath when it was her turn and tried to calm down her frayed nerves.

‘You got this Senju! Your brothers are watching so you need to get it together!’ Her mind tried to cheer for her.

As soon as it was her turn, her mind and body focus on the present situation beforehand and her movements, remembering on what was taught to her by her governess. Her movements were fluid and clear as she danced elegantly to the tune of a minuet which was a stately ballroom performed under the courts.

The audience watched her in rapt attention and captivation as she moved in a slow yet elegant manner against her assigned partner.

It was already nearing perfect when she accidentally stepped on her gown and stumbled down on the ground.

‘Oh bollocks! Why did it have to be now!’ Senju’s mind raced at her mistake before she quickly stood up as if nothing happened and resumed dancing the few remaining steps and tune of the piece.

She quickly bowed when she was finished and went to the side.

“You were great out there.” Emma whispered sincerely beside her.

“I’m glad that you think so even if I may have ruined it in the end.” Senju whispered back with a wry smile on her.

“Oh hush. Everyone makes a mistake. At the very least you’re still graceful at the end.”

Senju was about to reply when the announcer’s voice chimed in at the stage once again.

“Tonight we’ve seen these wonderful ladies with their immense talents of course. But only one can prevail. And for tonight’s Diamond coronation, Her Majesty is bestowing the crown to Lady Emma Sano of the Sano family.”

Emma’s eyes grew wide for a moment before a surprise yet victorious smile broke out from her lips.

Senju quickly hugged her before she let go. “Congratulations Lady Emma! You certainly deserved it. Now go get your crown up there.”

Emma hugged her back before she pulled away. “Thank you, Princess Senju.” She murmured before she made her way up the stage and accepted the crown bestowed by the Queen on her head.

Senju gave a round of applause amongst the crowd. There was no ill-feeling of envy or regret in her bones as she knew that there were other outstanding and well deserving ladies who much deserved it rather than her.

Nevertheless, there might be a lecture waiting for her back in the household from her older brother again of not trying her best.

Oh well.

Best of luck next time.

“Ah, finally. Some peace and quiet.” Senju sighed in contentment as she sat on the grassy field filled with small flowers. She took a quick detour and a needed break from the bustling crowd inside the palace.

Her eyes gazed upwards to the sky which was filled with countless stars that made up for the brilliant darkness tonight.

“I’m getting sleepy. Hopefully, the occasion will be over soon.” Senju mumbled to herself.

“It’s a good thing that the household princess doesn’t trip or bumped into someone with that tall heel of yours.” The familiar, idle voice sang from the background which made Senju ground her teeth and faced him with an exasperated smile on her face.

“If it isn’t the infamous viscount or should I say the manchild of the Sano household.” She quipped back, looking at him from head to toe with an unimpressed look on her face.

Although she inwardly admitted that Mikey looked dashing in a velvet crimson robe which had a circular cut, a pair of shiny, coal hued boots and a nice woolen white cloth inside his robes which leant him a regal, sophisticated aura despite his miniature height and youthful, vibrant face. Nevertheless, she wouldn’t admit that outwardly to him. His ego was huge enough like an inflated balloon and she didn’t want him to get the idea that she was disgustingly smitten towards him like of those other women who was besotted and would probably throw themselves at his feet if given a chance.

Senju was better than that and had more acquired tastes thank you very much.

“And you’re the infamous princess who moves like a man and curses like a sailor.” Mikey replied playfully.

“Have you ever heard of the word assertive and adventurous? I guess not when you’re used to women who threw themselves at you.” Senju snorted. “And what brings you here by the way?”

“Me? I’m just the dignified chaperone of my sister tonight considering that Ken has already resume his duties as a duke and travelled to another land away from here. And maybe I’m the good luck charm seeing that she won tonight!” Mikey replied with an impish grin on his face.

“Oh please. Don’t think highly of yourself. Lady Emma won because of her grace and efforts and not because of you or someone else.” She scoffed lightly.

“What can I say? Being successful and victorious runs in our blood.”

“God, I’m just speechless at your conceited nature.”

It made Mikey laugh in amusement while Senju rolled her eyes and looked away.

After a while, Mikey refrained from laughing until it was quiet between the two of them but only for a moment.

“Even if you didn’t get the coveted Diamond status from the royal family tonight, you’re still great on your own.” He said quietly.

His words made Senju turn around to face him before looking away, feeling the tips of her ears growing hot.

She needed to leave this place and away from this viscount who’s making her feel strange inside.

Senju tried to get up, but it proved to be a struggle due to the weight of her gown.

Her actions were noticed by Mikey who looked at her curiously.

“Where are you going?”

“Away from you.” She retorted. “It’s a lovely and peaceful night here before your presence has ruined it.” She added with a scoff before she tried to stand up again, but it was futile.

“Need some help?” He asked with a hint of amusement.

Senju glared at him before a deep sigh left her lips.

“Yes please.” She muttered as she accepted his offered hand and tried to stand up again but not before she lost her balance and toppled down.

Together they tumbled down on the grassy field with Senju laying on top of him while Mikey laid beneath her.

They looked at each other with wide eyes before Senju struggled to pull herself away from him, her cheeks burning in mortification.

And that’s how one of the maids from the palace found them in the garden under a compromising position.

‘Couldn’t this night get any better?’ She thought sardonically to herself.

The next day at the Akashi household...

“A new romance has bloomed in one enchanting night? Princess Senju and Viscount Mikey share a special night together under the radiant garden of the Palace.” Takeomi read loudly at the first page of broadside that morning.

Senju could only heaved a deep breath before sipping the cup of Earl Grey slowly to her lips.

“You’ve been seeing Viscount Mikey without any chaperone? Lady Whistledown is having a field day with your scandals.” Haruchiyo snorted as he prepared a cup of coffee for himself.

“You know how Lady Whistledown is. So stop believing her stories for a moment. It’s quite exaggerated sometimes. Besides, I am not going out with that fool! Hell freezes over that happens!” She exclaimed indignantly.

“Language.” Takeomi warned her.

“But it was an accident! I just stumbled upon him and—.” Senju stopped midway before getting up. “It’s no use. Just don’t pay attention to those bollocks.” She grumbled as she began walking out of the house.

“Where are you going young lady?” Takeomi asked.

“Just at the market. I may need to buy something to ease my growing vexation towards this nonsense. Don’t worry I’ll be back in a moment.” Senju didn’t wait for Takeomi’s response and took her hat, putting it on and leaving the house.

“Just let her go for now big brother. Senju is growing up and she’ll grow out of that phase.” Haru said casually.

“I can’t believe I’m dealing with you two.” Takeomi replied in resignation before shaking his head and focusing back on reading the next page of his broadside.

“Oh no I’m late! I need to deliver these parcels soon to Mrs. Springfield and—.” Takemichi’s hasty murmurs to himself and running across the street were cut off when he suddenly bumped into someone, resulting in his parcels falling to the ground and him stumbling on his feet.

“Can’t you see where you’re going you fool?” An exasperated voice caught his attention, and he was met by a young man who was dressed majestically and possessed an aura that screamed of royalty and wealth.

‘Is he a member of the royal family? If he is, then I should’ve known him! But it’s the first time I’ve seen his face around here.’ Takemichi’s thoughts raced inside his head as he tried to get up and bowed respectfully at him.

“My deepest apologies Sir! It’s not my intention to ruin your day in this city. I am just in a hurry to deliver these important parcels!” There was a tinge of regret and apology in his tone, but he still didn’t raise his head for fear of disrespecting him again.

“Do you know my name boy?” The man asked haughtily.

“N-no...” Takemichi stammered. Was he supposed to know him?

The man looked at him with a cruel amusement on his eyes and a complacent smile on his lips.

“Raise your head boy.” He ordered.

Takemichi quickly complied and stared into his eyes which were startingly deep blue. He possessed an aristocratic nose and a small yet perfectly shaped pair of lips. He tried not to be distracted by the arresting features of the man and tried to focus on the present situation at hand.

“I am an Earl. An Earl you foolishly bumped into. And for me to be able to forgive you, kneel before me and kiss my shoes.” The man remarked casually as he inspected his nails in a disinterested manner.

“P-pardon sir...?” Takemichi paled as he blinked at him owlishly.

“You heard me, right? Or your line of hearing has a defect too and I must need to repeat myself?” The man replied sardonically.

Before Takemichi could reply, a familiar, casual yet firm voice rang behind him which made him turn around and met the displeased expression of Chifuyu in front of him.

“Takemichi? Is this fellow bothering you?”

“Prince Chifuyu!” Takemichi gave a quick, respectful bow before standing up straight. “This is nothing that you should be worried about—.”

“Oh? Who is this interesting lad beside you hmm? It seems that she’s gotten up at the wrong side of the bed.” Kaiser cut him off silkily and asked in his usual airy voice.

“It’s Prince Chifuyu to you.” The blond glared at him and for his impertinent words.

“Oh, my bad. My name is Earl Michael Kaiser. But you can address me as Michael if you want.” Kaiser remarked with a playful wink thrown over his direction.

“I believed it is not appropriate to address you so casually when were not even acquiantances.” Chifuyu huffed. “Also, I would appreciate it if you stop harassing my friend and let him do whatever errands he needs to do today.” He added stonily.

Kaiser raised his hands placatingly. “I seek no trouble Prince Chifuyu. In fact, I’m getting acquianted with the citizens here seeing that I may stay here for awhile.”

Chifuyu was about to retort when the rushing footsteps from the background caught his attention and saw a young man with dark blue hair and dressed in a formal whiteshirt and light brown pants.

“My Lord! Where have you been? Your Grace has been looking for you!” He exclaimed when his eyes landed on the familiar figure of the royal prince which made him bow immediately.

“Good day Prince Chifuyu! Please forgive me for not being able to greet you first when I came here.” He said in an apologetic voice.

“Calm down Yoichi. I’m sure that my absence for a few minutes will not merit any hindrance or trouble to the events at all.” Kaiser remarked idly.

“Good day to you too Sir Yoichi. Are you with the Earl Kaiser?” He asked.

“Yes. I’m one of his advisors. And we’re here because we’ve been invited by the Queen for an event in this place.” Isagi replied when his eyes landed on the familiar figure of Takemichi whose eyes lit up in recognition but both kept their silence for the meantime.

“I see. It seems that the Earl has taking into a liking of this place seeing that he was already going for a stroll around the streets.” Chifuyu remarked.

“Indeed Prince Chifuyu. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we must be going on our way now.” Isagi replied in an apologetic voice.

“Of course. Don’t let us hold you both back.” Chifuyu replied in a congenial voice before he narrowed his gaze at Kaiser to which the other male smirked at him.

“We’ll be on our way then.” Isagi gave a quick respectful bow and shot a meaningful glance at Takemichi before he pulled the Earl away going back to their carriage and left them behind.

“That Earl is something else entirely.” Chifuyu said with a frown on his face. “He didn’t hurt you or anything Takemichi?”

Takemichi shook his head. “Not really. ‘Sides it’s quite my fault for bumping into him earlier. But I do appreciate your good timing. Now, I really need to go and deliver these items to Mrs. Springfield. See you later!” He quickly bid goodbye and ran off to the other side of the street.

Chifuyu watched him go, shaking his head a little before heading back to his own carriage and going back to the castle.

(A/N: Well, that’s wrap for the first chapter. The next and last chapter may take a while to be uploaded as I’m on a hectic schedule now with work. Hopefully, you’ll be patient enough to wait as it is. Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you.)

[marahuyomae]

I want to make a Senju Akashi! Reader x Heroes of Olympus.. Like djxhhdj

[lollily]

Harry apparently unknowingly became Wakui's accomplice in hurting me because this song reminds me sm of the Akashi siblings.

As it was

"Haru-nii" senju speaks timidly, hiding her frame behind the wall, peeking out with her jade eyes to look at Haruchiyo sitting alone in the courtyard.

"what?" even though his voice is laced with irritation, an undertone asking her to leave and not mind him is no where to be heard.

"I'm sorry.." now standing right behind her brother, she has a dam threatening to break through her eyes. Takeomi had once again scolded Haruchiyo for the mistakes of Senju and she feared that if this continued her brother would never talk to her again. It was common sense that she should apologise even if it was too late.

Haruchiyo glances at the little sister who stood not too far away from him, head hanging low and focusing all her power into grabbing the edge of her t-shirt. A heavy sigh leaves his lips and he's already motioning her to sit beside him following a "c'mere".

He moves the pad of his thumb gingerly to wipe the tears brimming her eyes, patting her cheeks slightly after that. "It's alright.... that's what big brothers are for" He smiles fondly in spite of feeling his chest tighten. Drawing their shoulders closer he points at the sky. "Listen Senju, you're my little star okay." the young girl looks up at her brother in anticipation, eyes glimmering as they reflect the innumerous orbs of light. "Even if we get seperated, know that I'll never hate you. Know that your light will always save me."

Now, did the little girl understand the depth of that? Probably not. But the fact that those meaningful words were directed at her made her feel special, made her feel like she should never give up on that promise. A surge of glee eradicating even the slightest bit of dejection that she had spread through her entire body. Throwing her hands around the older's neck she screams "yes!" a little too loud to be appreciated in late night hours.

Aaaand here comes Takeomi.

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Senju wakes up in her bed, beads of sweat tracing her forehead and falling down on her neck making her uncomfortable. She gets up and looks out of the window only to find a cloudless prussian blue canvas adorning her view. It was too early to start the day but also too late to go back to sleep. Well, even if she wanted to sleep she couldn't after that dream. It was not exactly a nightmare, so she should call it a happy dream... right? it was a dream about one of her best childhood memories yet her mind failed to feel at ease. It was today that Toman was to face Kanto manji gang, today she was going to face her brother.

She wonders if reaching out will be enough to have him back. Will he extend his hand too? Or will he throw away all they had? It's late, she knows. She should've apologised back where it all started, but she can't simply admit her mistakes now and expect everything to back to how it was, now can she? Not now that her brother has already been punished in her stead, a permanent mark of fear to some and a reminder of guilt to her, gracing the corners of his mouth.

She ponders over the words she should say. Was there enough words in this world to convey what was needed? She's sure there are but none that she knows of.. none that fill her with contentment. She had to let her brother know how much she needs him, how much they want him. It doesn't matter if he no longer holds the same identify, he'll always be the older brother she has looked up to. He's loved. She wants him to know that he is irreplaceable and she'll stay and say it as many times needed.

Senju walks up to the window and watches the leaves rustle lightly in the breeze. The dark hours hold a solemn beauty, she thinks. Her thoughts get preoccupied by her brother again. Has he spent sleepless nights like this too? Does he think of them or is it just her? Was it their favourite movies that reminded him of her or was it the hallucinogenic pills he takes? She's really afraid to ask him about his addiction. She's not afraid of him, she's afraid of discovering a new mistake. She's afraid she has contributed more to her brother's state than what meets the eye. Is she even-

She smacks both of her cheeks to break herself out of those negative thoughts. Hanagaki promised we'll set things straight! I must not worry! She assures herself and after a gust of wind fans her face, cooling her neck and combing snow pink hair out of her contours, she opens her eyes to look up at the starry sky.

Takeomi will stay at home, waiting for the return of both his siblings. Atleast that's the plan. She knows her Haruchiyo wouldn't react too positively to seeing Takeomi, and the eldest sibling knows it too so he reckons the job be done by the youngest Akashi. She knows deep down that even though Takeomi makes no effort, he too wants Haru to come back. "As long as he's well." He says.

Senju sighs and stares at the glittery sky, trying to name a few constellations. She spots 'The Orion' , the 'Ursa Minor' anddd..... uh that's it. Shortly after giggling at her own failure, she gets back to admiring the twinkling heavenly bodies with a subtle smile draping her lips.

You are my star. The loving words of her brother ring in her ears. Your light will always save me. She's not scared anymore. Today she'll fight with all she has to protect the future of her loved ones. Senju sucks in a breath of determination. "Haru-nii, wait for me. I'm coming to save you."

[fuyuweb]

MISERABLE KISSES

you're miserable and they just so happened to have some kisses, what more can I say?

+ warnings. . . none

+ word count . . . 60 :runs:

"hey! how are you?" "miserable . . . will you kiss me better?"

KISSES YOU WITH A DORKY SMILE ON THEIR FACE

shinichiro, CHIFUYU, emma, naoto, MITSUYA, pah-chin

GETS FLUSTERED AND FREEZES SO YOU TAKE MATTERS INTO YOUR OWN HANDS

HAKKAI, hina, inui, ANGRY, kakucho, YUZUHA, yamagishi

SMIRKS AND TACKLES YOU WITH KISSES

draken, SANZU, peh-yan, KAZUTORA, takeomi

REFUSES AND TELLS YOU TO KISS THEM

SMILEY, koko, baji, MIKEY, wakasa, SENJU, ran, izana

© fuyuweb 2021 . . . do not translate, plagiarize, or heavily reference my works

[mellomanjiro]

Wakasa fluff please? I cant find any anywhere 😩

second pov too please

omg ikr? i have only seen like 1

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Night Rides

You hear knocking on your apartment door. You check the time, 1:15 am. There’s only one person who would be knocking at this hour, Wakasa, your boyfriend. 

You get up and open the door to see him wearing his Brahman jacket. You sigh and say “Done playing big, serious gang members with high schoolers for tonight?” you joke with him. He pulls you into a kiss. “Come on y/n, you know these gangs aren’t a joke.

That is true. you’ve been with Waka since you were young teens and remember how serious some situations could be in the gangs he was in. “Yeah okay, but can’t you join gangs that involve people your own age. Isn’t the president Takeomi’s little sister?” you tease him. 

“You know she asked me to join her, and how could I say no to my best friend” he says smiling. Senju loved Wakasa when she was little. She looked up to him and wanted to be just like him. I remember little Senju asking Wakasa to teach her to fight like him too. Nowadays she’s even stronger than him. 

She used to go around telling everyone (especially Mikey, who also looked up to him. Even to this day Mikey wears his jacket like Wakasa used to) that he was her best friend. Mikey used to be so jealous of her because of that.

“And you know I care about that little girl just as much as you do, so you better protect her” you tell him. “Yes I know... I know... Anyways you didn’t even ask why I’m here” he says. “Well you only come here at this hour for two things, and I’m down for either to be honest” you say winking at him. 

“Okay go put on a jacket, we are going for a ride” he says. You quickly grab the first jacket you see and rush out the door with him. 

You both get on his bike and you’re off right away. You hold on to him and grip tighter every time he speeds up. You would think after years of going on these rides you would be used to it by now. He loves how you hold onto him during bike rides though. 

After rushing through the city he finally stops at a very familiar location. A 24 hour ice cream shop, the exact one he took you to on your first date. You both get off his bike. “Love, you don’t think it’s too late for ice cream?” you say to your boyfriend. “Didn’t know you became such an old lady all of a sudden, you had no problem getting ice cream at these hours before” he says. 

“Excuse me? Old lady? Maybe you’re just too childish” you joke, rolling your eyes at him. He grabs your hand and you both line up. Surprisingly you weren’t the only ones here.

After getting your favourite flavour you both sit on bench and just quietly enjoy your ice cream. “Wakasa, is there a reason you’re doing this?” you ask. “Hmm what do you mean?” he asks back. “The bike ride, the ice cream, what’s going on?” you say. “I take you out for bike rides and ice cream all the time y/n” he replies. “Yes, but not like this. You’re recreating our first date aren’t you? But this time I didn’t have to sneak out of my bedroom window” you say.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about y/n” Wakasa says while smirking. “Yes, I remember. You knocked on my bedroom window at like 1am and asked if I wanted to go on a bike ride, I then had to quietly sneak out, careful to not get caught. You then took me out for ice cream, and we sat on this exact bench until it was time for me to go back” you say while Wakasa is smiling and staring right into your eyes.

“So what are you planning?” you ask. Wakasa then gets off the bench and leans down on one knee in front of you. “Well y/n, I was planning on asking you to marry me” he says pulling out a small box. You can’t help but uncontrollably smile at him. “Hmm let me think about it.... Of course I will” you say as you jump up and pull him up with you.

Wakasa and you share a passionate kiss and when you let go he puts the ring on your finger. “I love you y/n” he says, “I love you too” you reply. You both then go back on his bike and spend the rest of the night racing around the city, you’re too excited to back home now.

Ik this is short, i just didn’t know what to do with this one

[mianavs]

Thicker Than Water // PART 01

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

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

wc // 3.8k+

extras // playlist  masterlist  @planetonet  @tometpd​   

PART 01 // SUCCESSION

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

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

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

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

“Your struggle brings more attention to us.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘It is you who should remember that!’

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

“I will keep that in mind, brother.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, you can claim your reward now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You were with him, weren’t you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[matsur1]

Sanzu Week 2022 Day 1│Chapter 1: New Friends

Your dad and the Akashi siblings’ dad were good friends even before you all had been birthed into this world. The moment your dad found out Mr. Akashi was having his first child, they both celebrated in joy. 

A few years later, your dad and Mr. Akashi found out that both of them were having children at the same time. Making Mr. Akashi have his second child and you, your dad’s first child.  Just like most moms, the dads also talked about how you guys could be good friends just like them. Mr. Akashi naming his son Haruchiyo and your dad naming you Y/N. 

Now everyone was excited for your birth, but things happened. Your mom is a very busy worker who most of the time can’t come home due to her career meaning your dad does all the mom work. But Mr. Akashi said that his wife, Mrs. Akashi, could help him when he doesn’t know what to do and that both of them would be there to help. 

Of course, as kids you both didn’t remember your times together. Then, Mrs. and Mr. Akashi got news again. Sanzu was having a little sister!! You both were still quite young so you and Haru didn’t really celebrate much. As soon as Senju, Sanzu’s younger sister, was birthed, Sanzu really thought she was beautiful, which she truly is. And you, you also thought she was very gorgeous. Aside from that, it’s like you’re having a sibling of your own too! Since you mostly hangout in the Akashi household. Soon enough, the three of you were starting to grow up so you could see more features of yourselves than before. 

As you grew up, Sanzu made his own friends with Takeomi’s friend’s siblings and started to hang out with them! While Sanzu hangs out with them, you and Senju would usually play dress up. But when you weren’t present, Senju would play with Sanzu and his friends, sometimes picking up their manly accent. 

One day, Takeomi and Sanzu were going to their friend’s household for a meeting and for Sanzu to play with his friends. Then Senju wanted to come with them and invited you to come along. Who were you to say no to meeting new friends and having fun with them, right? Or so you thought.

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Takeomi's "Day Off"

Title - Takeomi's "Day Off"

Rated - T

Summary - When Senju said it was his "day off", this was not what Akashi Takeomi had in mind.

Tags - Food, Movies, Wakasa Lock-picking, Swearing, Benkei Slander, Mildly OOC

Characters - Takeomi, Wakasa, Benkei, Senju, Draken(mentioned), Shinichiro(mentioned), Terano South(mentioned)

TWs - mentions of character death

Word Count - 2977

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The evening forecast calls for-

“Rain.”

Thunderstorms until the late evening, and it will then clear up around nine o’clock. Back to you for the local news to talk about how you can protect yourself from-

Click.

Takeomi sighed as he took another drag off of his cigarette, neatly ashing it in a black ceramic ashtray he’d found long ago in the belongings of none other than Shinichiro Sano. With his gaze affixed to the ever infinite tile ceiling, one thing crossed his mind. What was he going to do on his day away from the rest of the members of Brahman?

It wasn’t often that the scar-faced man had a rare “day off,” as Senju called them. He chuckled at the idea as he hadn’t been employed since he lost his ambitions, though all things considered, helping manage the gang members did feel like a full-time job. There was the somewhat apathetic Wakasa, who seemingly followed Senju to the ends of the earth. However, enjoyed the occasional prank. Benkei was pretty hot-headed in their quarrels. However, outside of them, he seemed to enjoy the more minor things...only to also become hot-headed about those too. Takeomi rubbed the bridge of his nose as he remembered the time they went fishing only for Benkei to pick a fight with his fishing pole for not catching him any fish. There also was Senju, his sister, who was calm for the most part until she wasn’t, and it became a game of World War between the five of them as they tried to figure out who stole the last manju from the plate in the middle of the table. And lastly, there was of course the new member of the gang, Draken, who hid mainly in the shadows and made a relatively decent hot curry.

The scar-faced man stood from the well-loved recliner, stretching his back as he made his way to the kitchen to grab a beer, “Wonder what they’re up to today…” He murmured as he opened the fridge, plucking a silver can from its place on the shelf. He turned his body to walk back towards the living room only to hear the doorbell ring. He froze in place, blinking. No one other than four people knew he lived here, and all four of those people knew it was his day off.

The bell rang again.

He pursed his lips, thinking that perhaps they would go away.

“He has to be home, and he never goes anywhere.” A deep voice stated, almost in annoyance.

“True...I don’t see the point in him going anywhere, to be honest, and it’s raining.” A tired voice replied, almost sounding bored with the situation.

Takeomi huffed, “Oh, so they think I’m a hermit?” He thought to himself, crossing his arms with a smirk.

“Well...we could always use...that.” The last voice said, the doorbell ringing one more time.

“Oh! I like that idea.” The deep voice spoke excitedly.

Takeomi blinked, wondering what that meant, only to hear the telltale sound of scratching at his door. He hurriedly rushed over, unlocking the door as he quickly realized what that was.

“How many times have I told you, if I’m not answering the door, don’t get Waka to pick the lock!” He yelled in exasperation as he whipped open the door. Benkei collapsed into the genkan while Senju and Wakasa remained kneeling outside, both looking up at the semi-tired-looking man holding a beer, a cigarette between his lips.

“Oh. Hi Takeomi.” Wakasa finally spoke with a wave, his bored face showing how unaffected he was by the man in front of him.

Benkei groaned as he rose from his position on the floor, “If you would’ve answered the door, maybe we wouldn’t have had to use Waka.” He rubbed his head, “And would it kill you to open the door slower?”

“You act as though I’m some item for you to use when you get locked out…” The two-toned-haired man retorted, standing from his crouched position, patting his pants as he put away the lock-picking kit back into his bag.

The buff man clicked his tongue, “As if that’s the biggest fucking issue here.”

Takeomi sighed, looking at the group in front of him, “What are you three even doing here?” He questioned, noticing the plastic bags, “It’s my day off.”

“Well…” Senju started, standing from her position on the ground as well, “We were going to meet up at the park, but it’s raining.”

“Yeah, I wonder who did that.” Benkei huffed sarcastically, crossing his arms.

“You can’t blame me for the rain every time.” Takeomi pointed out, taking a drag off of his cigarette.

“I can, and I fucking will.”

“Regardless of if Takeomi made it rain,” Senju cut in, looking over at the several plastic bags on the concrete behind them, “Your apartment was the closest.”

Takeomi exhaled, the smoke wrapping around him like the safety he needed in that moment as he paused to think. Yes, he could refuse them entry. Unfortunately, though, that would likely just cause them to force their way in like usual. He sighed in defeat, “Alright, get in.”

Senju smiled, “Yay!” The smallest cheered, rushing into the apartment past Takeomi and Benkei.

“Wait, shit, she’s gonna get the chair!” Bekei roared in sudden realization, attempting to blow past the other man as well, only to be stopped by an arm.

“Pick up the bags and then go fight over the chair. Don’t make Waka carry everything.” Takeomi warned, only to receive a glare in return.

“You do it if you’re so concerned.” He snapped, sliding under the arm that was blocking his path inside and rushing inside, “Hey Senju, you got it last time!”

Takeomi shook his head, “Never changes.” He looked over at the plastic bags that Wakasa was beginning to gather up, “It’s always us, huh?”

“Been that way since…” Wakasa trailed off before shrugging a bit, the lollipop in his mouth shifting, “Take these, and I’ll carry the rest.”

The older man knew what he meant by that sentence and was somewhat thankful he didn’t finish it. Sometimes he wondered if that ghost would ever stop haunting the three of them. He shook the thought as he grabbed onto the two plastic bags, peering into them and noticing the sheer amount of food.

“Just...how much did all of you buy?” He questioned, the cigarette on his lips nearly dropping in astonishment.

A hum of amusement came from Wakasa’s throat, “Senju kept putting things in the basket, and Benkei...Well, you know him.”

“And you?” Takeomi questioned, only to see the two-toned-haired man pull out a bag of lollipops. The scar-faced man's lips tilted into a smile, “How predictable.”

“Please,” Wakasa began as they walked inside, Takeomi could already hear the sounds of an argument, “My simple tastes are far superior to Benkei’s ridiculous tastes in cola-flavored garbage.”

Takeomi snorted, “I didn’t know you had a candy complex.”

Wakasa rolled his eyes, “Is that even real?”

“Beats me.” Takeomi chuckled as they made their way into the living room to see a smug-looking Senju placed in the comfortable recliner and an angry Benkei gesturing.

Benkei groaned, “Like I said, you got it last time so, get up!”

Senju smiled sweetly as she settled herself into the recliner, “No, I’m comfortable.”

You could see a vein pop on the buff man’s forehead, “Oh my god, you’re so!” He attempted to piece together before growling once more.

Senju snickered, “Use your words Benkei.”

“Senju, don’t be mean to the wildlife.” Wakasa sighed, placing the bags on the coffee table.

“I am not an animal!” Benkei yelled in offense.

“Hm. Debatable.” Wakasa shrugged as he sat down on one of the pillows.

Takeomi shook his head, placing the other plastic bags onto the table, opening his beer, taking a sip, and wrinkling his nose. Warm. However, this seemed to get the attention of Benkei.

“Hey, Takeomi, if you’re having a beer, share one with the rest of us.” The bearded man complained, strolling over to him.

“Bring your own.” He breathed, waving his spare hand at him, sitting down at the table beside Wakasa, “You just were at the store.”

“If I remember correctly, you said you were going to bum one off of Takeomi.” Wakasa’s bored voice cut in, exposing the other’s plans as he opened a bag of hard candy.

“I-I did not.” Benkei huffed, crossing his arms and looking to the side.

“I clearly recall you stating, Waka, I’m gonna get a beer from Takeomi, so I don’t have to buy a six-pack! I’m so smart, haha or something of that effect.” Wakasa mimicked the burly man set before himself, popping the lollipop out of his mouth and pointing at him with it.

Takeomi hummed, “Is that right?”

“No way, I would never say that!” Benkei denied, holding his hands up in refusal.

“Senju can confirm it, probably.” Wakasa sighed, popping the sweet back in his mouth.

“Ain’t no way she heard sh-”

“I was in the other aisle. Even I heard you say it, Benkei.” Senju confirmed.

“Okay, maybe I did say that,” Benkei muttered, looking to the side, “But come on, beer is expensive!”

“And bumming it off of me makes that okay?” Takeomi asked incredulously, shaking his head.

“Yes.” Benkei grinned, only to receive a look of disapproval from the man.

Takeomi sighed, “I’d say you’re unbelievable, though this is far too in character for you.”

Benkei snorted in amusement, “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Eyebrow twitching, the scar-faced man sighed once more, "If you could stop swearing in front of my sister, that'd be wonderful."

Benkei huffed, "I don't think she minds it."

"Well I-"

Senju waved an arm, interrupting the conversation, “Hey, can you pass me the sour gummy worms?” She asked, as if to ignore the on-going conversation about herself.

Wakasa sighed and looked over to Takeomi, “You’re closer.”

Takeomi stared daggers at Benkei, who shrugged with a lopsided grin. He turned towards Wakasa, “Fine, fine.” Takeomi groaned, putting his cigarette out into the ashtray, “Which bag are they in?”

Wakasa shrugged, opening a can of juice, “Probably the one with the candy.”

Takeomi pulled one of the bags forward, fishing around for the bag of sour candy. “Is this the right bag?” He questioned as he fumbled through the several different types of snacks.

“Probably.” Wakasa’s bored eyes peering over at the man, “Actually, they might be in the other other candy bag.”

Takeomi stopped his search to look up at the two-toned-haired man, “You mean to tell me you have two entire bags of candy?”

The accused party sighed, “Listen, blame Senju for that one.”

“Nuh-uh Waka, you pitched in to at least half the damage!” The light-haired girl chimed in, crossing her arms with a knowing look.

Benkei snorted as he sat down at the table, “And by half, that’d be one bag each.”

“Thank you. I can do basic math,” Wakasa replied, rolling his eyes and pulling the other bag forward. His fingers instantly pulling out the bag of sour gummy worms, much to Takeomi’s surprise.

“How did you…” Takeomi started, only to have the bag of gummy worms flung into his chest, “...Nevermind.” He breathed, standing from his place at the table and walking over to the snowy-haired girl, “Here.”

Senju grinned, “Thanks.” She spoke happily as she grabbed the package of sweets out of his hands, biting open the top with her teeth.

Takeomi sighed attempting to grab the package back from her, “Hey, you’re gonna ruin your teeth like that.”

Wrinkling her nose, Senju looked up at Takeomi, “You’re not the boss of me.” She spoke sarcastically with a slight smile, shoving a gummy worm into her awaiting mouth.

The dark-haired man raised a brow, “...And I’m assuming you forgot that sour food is sour, again.”

Senju’s face had contorted, her nose wrinkling as her lips puckered, “Shut up…” She whimpered, shoving another gummy worm into her mouth.

"You're how old?" Takeomi questioned with an amused smile, as Senju pouted.

"Worst brother ever." She huffed.

Benkei tilted his head over only to burst into laughter, “Happens every time, man.”

“You do the same when you eat spicy food.” Wakasa mentioned as he took a sip from his drink, “Remember the time we ate Draken’s hot curry? You were crying like a baby.”

Takeomi snorted as he remembered the scene, Draken had said he would make them curry since they were eating out too much, and Benkei had been the most excited about it. But, of course, this only seemed to fire up the braid-haired man more when it came to making the curry, so when it came down to them eating, he had even given Benkei an extra serving.

“Do you remember when he took the first bite?” Takeomi pondered as he walked back over to the table, Benkei groaning and placing his head on the table in embarrassment.

“Man, quit it, do you have to?” Benkei pleaded, peeking an eye up towards the man.

“Do you mean the it burns part or take me to the hospital one?” Wakasa questioned with slight amusement.

The buff man grumbled, “I’m going home. This is bullshit.”

“So you can bark, but you can’t take a bite?” Takeomi teased, grabbing his beer and taking another swig, once again scrunching his nose, “This is disgusting.”

“Then why are you still drinking it…?” Wakasa sighed in exasperation.

“Because wasting beer is a cardinal sin.” Takeomi clarified.

Benkei sat up quickly, pointing at both Takeomi and Wakasa, “You know what else a cardinal sin is? Dunking on your homies.”

The two-toned-haired man blinked, before shaking his head and clasping his hands together, and looking directly into Benkei’s eyes, “So is having an IQ of below 70, but we’re still accepting of you, Benkei.” He spoke carefully before downing the rest of his drink, “Alright, are we watching a movie?”

Benkei sat at the table, mouth agape, unsure of what to say or do, all while Takeomi and Senju snickered uncontrollably in the background.

“Sure, we can do that.” Takeomi finally spoke through his laughs, lighting a cigarette, “Though we’re not watching Jurassic Park again and making Terano South references.”

“Aw, come on!” Senju pouted.

“We could always watch Pulp Fiction?” Wakasa offered with a half-hearted shrug.

Takeomi raised a knowing brow, “You just want to say the does he look like a bitch part again, Waka.”

He sighed, “Guilty.”

“What about-” Benkei began.

“No.” Takeomi interrupted.

The burly man huffed and crossed his arms, “But I didn’t even say shit!”

“We are not watching Austin Powers.” The man with the cigarette proclaimed, shaking his head.

“...Fine.”

“What about Goodfellas?” Senju pointed out, swinging her legs from the recliner, “That’s always a favorite.”

Benkei groaned, “We’ve watched that like 20 times, though.”

Takeomi hummed, “What’s 21, though…”

“Waka can probably quote all the lines in that one, too, then.” Benkei thought out loud.

“Did you hear him last time?” Senju asked while tilting her head to the side, “He even did the voices.”

“He wasn’t here last time we watched, remember?” Takeomi pointed out, taking a hit off of his cigarette and exhaling.

“Oh, right!” Senju realized.

“Wait, you mean to tell me I missed Waka doin’ Goodfellas impressions?!” Benkei asked, looking around at the group, “Why did no one tell me!”

“You miss a lot of things when you screw around doing other things.” Wakasa pointed out as he stood, “Goodfellas it is.” He walked over to the bookcase and grabbed a VHS case for the movie.

“The real question is...did we rewind it when we watched it last time,” Senju commented as Wakasa walked over to the television set and shoved it into the VHS player.

“I don’t see why we wouldn’t ha-” It was not rewound, “Goddamn it.” Takeomi huffed.

“Short intermission, I guess.” Wakasa breathed as he hit the rewind button, walking back to the table and plopping down.

The smoking man chuckled, “You know, I didn’t expect to spend my day off like this?”

“Oh?” Wakasa asked, raising a brow.

Benkei snorted, “What, did you expect to sleep all day and drink beer?”

Takeomi rolled his eyes, “No, though that sounds peaceful compared to the mess all of you seem to bring.” He huffed, inhaling the last of the cigarette and putting it out into the ashtray. The VCR clicked, signifying the tape was done rewinding. “I got it,” Takeomi stated as he stood from his seat at the table, walking towards the TV set.

“I guess it is your day off…” Senju hummed, her legs once again moving back and forth as she spoke, “But, we missed you.”

Benkei’s eye’s widened, “Shhh!! You weren’t supposed to tell him!” As he attempted to silence the small leader.

The scar-faced man’s hand stopped as it reached forward. He blinked. They missed him. He felt his heart swell in his chest as a smile spread its way onto his face.

“Hey, Takeomi...” Wakasa questioned boredly after a moment, “Tell me they didn’t take you out with just that?”

“I’m fine.” He responded, pressing play on the VCR and turning to walk towards the light switch. While the smile on his face had disappeared, the warm and fuzzy feelings had not as he switched off the lights. Making his way back to the table, he received an all-knowing look from Wakasa as he sat down.

As the previews for the movie were nearing their end, Takeomi leaned forwards towards Wakasa, attempting not to alert the other two members of the room.

“So, even you missed me?” He questioned quietly as the beginning scene started, the two-toned-haired man not entirely paying attention.

“Yeah, yeah…” the two-toned-haired man dismissed, the piece of candy in his mouth shifting against his teeth.

“Hm.” Takeomi hummed, leaning back on his elbows and looking up at the tiled ceiling once more. He could vaguely hear the storm outside over the sound of Wakasa quoting the movie, Benkei’s obnoxious wheezes of laughter, and Senju’s tiny kicks against his favorite recliner that he always gave up to one of them instead to sit on the floor himself. A gentle smile once again made its way back onto his face.

Maybe it should rain more often.

[lazysublimeengineer]

the princess who protected her hero

Title: the princess who protected her hero

Summary: Because life wasn’t a fairytale where the hero always protected the people.

Characters: Hanagaki "Takemitchy" Takemichi, Kawaragi Senju, Matsuno Chifuyu, Tachibana Hinata

(A/N: I don’t own this franchise. Only this pain and angsty fic on this site that Ken Wakui probably camps at for inspiration on his tragic and angsty fate of his characters).

She slung her bag on her right shoulder and walked out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang, and their last class was dismissed for the day. Senju stared straight ahead as she walked quietly through the school corridors going out of the academy. The sun was already setting slowly, painting the skies in soft tangerine hues that lent a dusky, melancholic vibe along the surroundings.

Senju walked aimlessly. Her steps were steadfast, yet her feet don’t know where to go.

It’s been a few days since the battle of the three deities had happened.

Yet she hadn’t visited Takemichi in the hospital yet. Not even once.

Uncharacteristically, she was overcome by her own humiliation and cowardice. Takemichi’s beaten up and bruised body in front of her that day reminded her of her own failure as a leader.

She failed to protect Draken who was under her care and a great asset to Brahman.

She failed to stop the unexpected war to happen that day between the three of them.

She failed to defeat South.

She failed to defeat Mikey.

But most of all…

…she failed to protect Takemichi to whom she’d sworn to protect in return.

He protected her from that gunshots.

But what did she do?

She just watched helplessly as Mikey beat him to death unable to do anything worthwhile or useful that day.

The only thing that she could do at that moment was to kneel at him and begged for him to stop by disbanding her own gang and declaring their own lost.

If anyone will say that it was enough, she will beg to differ. She knew that no one could stop Mikey that day. No amount of reasoning could stop a beast like him who was cloying with murderous intent on people who would get in his way. And if she didn’t disband Brahman back then for sure they will be absorbed by Mikey’s gang upon their lost and she couldn’t protect the other members from God knows what they’re about to do with the defeated gang under their territory.

So, this was for the best…even if it cost her own dream of becoming the top delinquent in Japan.

She could feel her eyes glistened, but she quickly controlled and tamped out her overwhelming emotions. No. She wouldn’t cry. Not anymore.

Senju stopped in the middle of the street, debating within herself if she should visit him or not.

She tried to push her spiraling thoughts away and proceeded to walk towards the hospital where Takemichi was currently confined at. Upon reaching the inside of the sterile building, she inquired one of the nurses manning the nurses’ desk on which room he is currently confined at.

“May I ask for your name and what is your relationship with the person currently confined at room 406?” The nurse asked calmly as her eyes didn’t leave the screen of the computer and continued typing from the keyboard.

Senju hesitated for a brief fraction of second before she simply settled on a safe answer. “I’m Kawaragi Senju and Hanagaki’s friend and classmate in the academy…” Which was both true and a lie since she was his first friend who was the same age as her but at the same time was also a lie since he wasn’t her classmate in the high school that he’s studying at.

“Okay. Room 406 is located at the left hallway after you walk straight ahead of the corridor.” The nurse replied simply.

“Thank you.” She uttered as she followed her words and proceeded to walk along the corridors going through his designated room. Senju felt her nerves were fraying and her pulse skyrocketing inside her veins.

Why was she feeling anxious and nervous suddenly?

Ignoring the apprehension building up within her, she focused on walking ahead and finally stopped upon reaching the room he was confined at, staring at the room number embossed on the door.

The room was ajar, and she was about to enter when she heard voices conversing inside that made her froze and her mind went blank all of a sudden.

“It’s your fault that Draken-kun is…!” A male voice exclaimed in agony and misery before his eyes grew wide and clamped a hand towards his mouth to stop himself from saying things that he might regret later.

“I’m sorry, Takemitchy…” He muttered, unable to look at him directly.

“It’s okay Chifuyu. It’s all my fault.”

Senju clamped both of her hands into her mouth as silent tears finally escaped her eyes upon hearing those words from Takemichi’s lips and seeing his current, pitiful state for the first time ever since the terrible incident had happened.

Other words and dialogues seemed to bypass her hearing and mind as she could only stare in miserable silence on what he had become.

However, she was jostled out of her thoughts when she heard the blond visitor stood up and was about to leave his room that made her scrambled on her feet and quickly hide in one of the partitions at the right wing of the hospital that said fire exit. Senju just closed her eyes and leaned against the wall as she listened to the faint conversations outside.

“Matsuno-kun…” A woman’s voice greeted her line of hearing. “You’re going home already? I’ve just finished replacing the flowers.”

“It’s all right Hina-chan.” The male stated simply as he walked away.

Senju’s eyes flew open upon hearing the woman’s name and cautiously peeked from the partition. Hina-chan? From what she remembered about the rumors from some of the delinquents before, Hina was the given name of Takemichi’s childhood sweetheart.

She had strawberry blond hair that was currently pinned up and a soft fringe that magnify her innocent face and beautiful eyes. She looked like a beatific angel holding the vase of flowers while she observed Takemichi from the small window of his door.

The sight was like a harsh slap to her back into the reality. A bittersweet smile hovered around her lips.

Right. Her presence wasn’t needed here anymore since there’s someone who could take care of him.

And it wasn’t her.

Also, if she showed her face right of her what would she say? Sorry for failing to protect your boyfriend and his deceased comrade back then because I’m a terrible leader?

Just the mere sight of Takemichi’s deathly state inside the hospital and hearing him validating other people’s thoughts of being at fault was enough to make her stay to where she was right now, unable to face him without her breaking down in front of him because of her guilt and wretchedness.

No. She didn’t want to face Takemichi this way.

She promised to him before that she will protect him, and she doesn’t back on her promises. Takemichi was her first real friend and she’ll be damned to fail him once again.

Amid her tears that streamed down her face, she remembered Wakasa’s words to Takemichi back then at the war.

“Hanagaki. Take care of Brahman’s princess.”

“No Waka. This time it’s my turn to do that to Hanagaki.” She whispered to herself.

Because life wasn’t a fairytale where the hero always protected the people.

There came a time that the hero needs to be protected too.

And even if she’s fading in the background of his life, the princess will fulfill her goal of protecting her own hero this time around.

(A/N: Now I need more Senju flashback and content from her own point of view and not just from the other people such as Takeomi. Damn. The sacrifice she made… It reminded me of Yuzuha’s self-sacrificing tendencies to the people that they care about. My queens being in pain but growing as a character is what I live for. Chapter 234 is a soap opera drama between besties who had a misunderstanding. Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you).

[cj-riker]

I want to read a fic where Sanzu and Mikey are childhood friends, where they met each other through their older brothers. Like, the Black Dragons have a meeting but Shin and Omi have to babysit their younger siblings or something. Cuz honestly the fandom could play around with Sanzu's background so much since we know so little about him (the only thing we know is that he's not an only child no matter what he says).

Personally, I would like to know more about my favorite walking red flag: How did he get his scars? Y did he says that he's an only child despite the contrary? (Was it to protect his siblings or what). Just where did Mikey found him? (Did Mikey even found him or did he just join Toman and got noticed by Mikey since the other divisions can't handle him). Y is he so loyal to Mikey? (What did he see in Mikey that he gave him his unconditional loyalty). We already get a glimpse of his unconditional loyalty to Mikey when he waited for years just to kill Mucho when he betrayed Mikey, but how much farther would he go for Mikey? So many questions but no answers, so yeah I think that Sanzu's background could be a fanfic writer's playground.

But back to my first point, a Sanzu & Mikey childhood friends fic could be canon divergence only difference is that Sanzu and Mikey are childhood friends, I'm shit at writing so I'm just putting out this idea since it won't leave me alone.

(Honestly, this is my way of coping with what's happening with the manga, maybe if I ignore it enough I'll be able to convince myself that everything is okay🙃. Well, that and bcuz I want to see more of Mikey & Sanzu friendly interactions on fanfics.)

[anime-lover-forever-1127]

Cliche {Takeomi Akashi} - Intro

Intro

*****

Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued)

I do not own "Tokyo Revengers", it belongs to its original creator Ken Wakui. This is only a fanfiction that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release. Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited.

Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out. P.s. I also ask that you do not copy my work and publish it onto any other website.

If you're gonna use my idea, please ask me (If you ask nicely, I for sure, will agree). If I don't contact you within a week, then just assume I'm giving you the all clear and go for it. Just remember to credit me.

I will be writing out scenes even if the Oc I created isn't in them. As long as they are mentioned, or influencing the characters in some way. Or maybe because it influences the story. This may seem a bit annoying. But that's just how I write. I like to embed the characters I created into the story line. Because of this, most of the dialogue/scenes will come from the original work. But this will be straying from the canon quite a bit, in the sense I'll be focusing more on the story, and it'll just merge into the canon. So maybe not as much as my other stories, will come from the original. We'll see where it goes. But yeah, credit for the dialogue and scenes from the original manga, goes to it's rightful creator.

Warnings: Age gap!, underage girl, Usage of the word Wh*ore (1x), Kissing though, Kind of angst

*****

He was my brothers best friend

He was my best friend older brother

He was bad, twice my age, but I wanted him anyway

Himari Imaushi was 9 when she first admitted to her best friend that she had a crush on the older brother of said best friend.

Embarrassed, she played it off as a joke, assuming her feelings would fade away eventually.

But now, 16, and becoming more and more aware of her growing feelings for the man with every rejection she gives, she continues to sink deeper and deeper into the sea of her ever growing feelings.

*****

Keep them bundled up. I told myself. Keep them locked away. Build a wall around them, and don't let them out. But the dam is overflowing! I can't hold them in anymore. If I do, the wall won't just crack, it'll fall, shattering me with it...

*****

Munchkin

'He's been calling me that since I had chubby cheeks.' She thought, looking out the window. 'I'm still nothing but a kid to him. I could be dressed like a whore. And he'd still only see the little girl in a ravenclaw onesie. It's like, for him... he can't see that I'm not the same little girl anymore.' The girl bit her bottom lip in frustration. Using it as an outlet to keep the emotions at bay. Anchoring her to reality, and what could never be.

What the turquoise eyed beauty failed to see with her head against the window, was the man's hands tightening around the steering wheel.

He had to force himself to focus on the road, because he knew, if he took another look at those blood red lips, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from kissing them senseless.

'Munchkin' He had to keep reminding himself that this was the girl he used to take trick or treating. His best friend's little sister, and almost half his age.

They both kept reminding themselves that she was just

Munchkin, Munchkin, Munchkin

*****

I know if I kiss you now, I'll die tomorrow. But at least I'll die a happy man with no regrets.

*****

I've been on kind of a dry spur with all my summaries lately. But I gotta admit, this one turned out pretty good if I do say so myself.

I actually liked this summary a lot. To the point I was going to consider just starting this off as a one shot in my one shot book to see how much I'd like this. But I just fell in love with the cheesy summary, and decided to give this it's own book.

Also, the age gap. I'm not really opposed to people with age gaps being together, if that's what makes them happy. As long as both parties are consenting and happy.

And I know a lot of people are gonna come at me because she's underage. But let me ask you this, you'd all have a problem if she was 16 and he's 27. But what if she was 19 and he was 29. And suddenly, a lot of people stop seeing a problem with that. I get that a lot can happen in two years. But the age difference is still the same.

So if you don't like the first, but are completely fine with the second. Don't come at me, just don't read the book.

(For the record - I completely get why people wouldn't be cool with this scenario. I'm just someone who believes that a 16 year old is smart and capable enough to know what they want, and how to say no. Like if you trust them on the road, then you should trust them with their love life. Like if it was a child who's like 12 with someone way older. Then you know you need to step. But again, I think 16 is that age where they can take care of themselves quite a bit) - Sorry, just went on a little rant, and for the record (again) this is just my opinion.

But if you guys have a problem with the age difference, or anything else with the story in general, well I put the warnings up at the top of every chapter, just don't read the book. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[giadaaaa]

per chi volesse seguirmi su Wattpad🥺

ho postato una storia su Haruchiyo Sanzu (Akashi) e mi piacerebbe se passaste a leggerla✨

ovviamente ci saranno altri personaggi, perciò se volete darle una speranza, ho postato anche il mio account❤️

[bad-dye-job111]

genuinely surprised I haven’t seen any sioc fics of Senju or Emma yet. free real estate if anyone wants it ig

[cc-writesfor2dcharacters]

⬩ 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝑜 (𝑀𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓎)

Want to Escape This World Together? (AO3 Fanfiction / 28 chapters in)

Headcanon 1

The driving force that keeps Manjiro Sano sane...

Tokyo Revengers Boys holding your hands on your first date

Tokyo Revengers Boys with an insecure s/o

Headcanon 2

What would the Tokyo Revengers boys do when you're on your period?

Tokyo Revengers Boys first time saying "I love you"

Headcanon 3

Tokyo Revengers Boys with their intimidating wife

Tokyo Revengers Boys with a bipolar s/o

Tokyo Revengers Boys with a single mother s/o

Tokyo Revengers Boys with a s/o that has been physically and sexually assaulted

Headcanon 4 (Angst)

"He's the kind of guy your father warned you about"

With a Sick S/O

Fem S/O on a gang

Far From Reality

S/O bringing a gun

"So beautiful"

⬩ 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓎𝓊 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓃𝑜

Tokyo Revengers Boys holding your hands on your first date

Tokyo Revengers Boys with an insecure s/o

What would the Tokyo Revengers boys do when you're on your period?

Tokyo Revengers Boys first time saying "I love you"

Tokyo Revengers Boys with a s/o that has been physically and sexually assaulted

Fem S/O on a gang

Chifuyu's S/O kabedons him

⬩ 𝐵𝒶𝒿𝒾 𝒦𝑒𝒾𝓈𝓊𝓀𝑒

Tokyo Revengers Boys holding your hands on your first date

Tokyo Revengers Boys with an insecure s/o

What would the Tokyo Revengers boys do when you're on your period?

Tokyo Revengers Boys first time saying "I love you"

Tokyo Revengers Boys with a bipolar s/o

Tokyo Revengers Boys with a single mother s/o

Tokyo Revengers Boys with a s/o that has been physically and sexually assaulted

With a Sick S/O

S/O bringing a gun

"I love you... I hate you..."

⬩ 𝑀𝒾𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝒯𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓈𝒶𝒽𝒾

Tokyo Revengers Boys holding your hands on your first date

What would the Tokyo Revengers boys do when you're on your period?

Tokyo Revengers Boys first time saying "I love you"

Tokyo Revengers Boys with a bipolar s/o

Tokyo Revengers Boys with a single mother s/o

⬩ 𝒦𝒶𝓏𝓊𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓎𝒶

Kazutora as reader's brother

Soulmate Prompt

A Road trip with Kazutora

⬩ 𝒩𝒶𝒽𝑜𝓎𝒶 𝒦𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒶 (𝒮𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓎)

S/O bringing a gun

With a sick reader

⬩ 𝑅𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓊 𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒾

To be the only girl in Bonten

What would the Bonten boys do while you're on your period?

Bonten boys with a badass wife

"He's the kind of guy your father warned you about"

Jealous Tokyo Revengers Boys (Part 2)

S/O kabedons him

Being the Haitani Brothers little sister

With a sick reader

⬩ 𝑅𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒾

To be the only girl in Bonten

What would the Bonten boys do while you're on your period?

Ran Headcanon (Childhood friends to lovers)

Taking you on a rollerskating date

Bonten boys with a badass wife

Ex BF!Ran x F!Reader x Husband!Sanzu

Jealous Tokyo Revengers Boys (Part 2)

S/O kabedons him

Being the Haitani Brothers little sister

Fighting with S/O

⬩ 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝓏𝓊 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓊𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓎𝑜

Akashi Brothers being protective of Senju

Tokyo Revengers Boys with their intimidating wife

To be the only girl in Bonten

What would the Bonten boys do while you're on your period?

Bonten boys with a badass wife

Ex BF!Ran x F!Reader x Husband!Sanzu

Sanzu Headcanon

"He's the kind of guy your father warned you about"

"We could fix what was broken"

Jealous Tokyo Revengers Boys (Part 2)

S/O kabedons him

Sanzu Headcanon 2

With a sick reader

⬩ 𝒦𝑜𝓀𝑜𝓃𝑜𝒾 𝐻𝒶𝒿𝒾𝓂𝑒

To be the only girl in Bonten

What would the Bonten boys do while you're on your period

Bonten boys with a badass wife

⬩ 𝒦𝒶𝓀𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑜 𝐻𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑜

To be the only girl in Bonten

"He's the kind of guy your father warned you about"

⬩ 𝐼𝓏𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒦𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓌𝒶

Tokyo Revengers Boys with their intimidating wife

Soulmate Prompt

⬩ 𝒮𝒽𝒾��𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓇𝑜 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝑜

Shinichiro Headcanon

Tokyo Revengers Boys with a single mother s/o

Jealous Tokyo Revengers Boys

Tokyo Revengers Boys meeting your parents for the first time

⬩ 𝒲𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓈𝒶 𝐼𝓂𝒶𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾

Jealous Tokyo Revengers Boys

Tokyo Revengers Boys meeting your parents for the first time

Meeting and loving young Wakasa

Soulmate Prompt

Wakasa being attracted to the same sex

Fighting with S/O

Boyfriend Headcanon

⬩ 𝒯𝒶𝓀𝑒𝑜𝓂𝒾 𝒜𝓀𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾

Akashi Brothers being protective of Senju

To be the only girl in Bonten

Jealous Tokyo Revengers boys

Tokyo Revengers Boys meeting your parents for the first time

[mellomanjiro]

hehehe hii <33

could i req a wakasa x reader where reader is the leader of an underground fighting gang and they often train at waka's gym. they also taught senju mostly how to fight, so they have a good connection w brahman (obv before it disbanded 😭) one time, waka decides to visit reader's gang to watch some of the fights and he sees reader kicking ass 🙄✋

vry random but this is based off i dream i just had during my nap ;D

anyways LOVE YOU 🤍🤍🤍

thanks for requesting <3

I couldn’t come up with a title so yeah sorry 😭

Wakasa X Gender Neutral Reader

You walk through the gym doors and you are instantly greeted by a young girl, with all too familiar light green eyes. “What’s up Senju? Shouldn’t you be at school, it’s 8 am” you say as she hugs you. She lets out a small laugh. “Yeah, but I wanted to train today. Remember my goal, right?”. 

Right, her goal. Senju wants to take on the “Invincible Mikey” of the Kanto Manji Gang. He’s quite strong and he is also the younger brother of Waka’s old friend who passed away a few years ago. 

“Of course I remember your goal Sen’, that’s why me and Waka trained you the best we could” you replied back. 

She smiles brightly at you and just before she can say anything else he walks in. “And how is the love of my life?” Wakasa says as he pulls you into his arms. “Love of my life? Ha! That’s a new one” you say while giggling. He rolls his sleepy eyes and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek. 

“I don’t want your kisses Imaushi” you say and push yourself out of his arms. “What? Why? Imaushi? Oh you’re really mad, what happened?” he asks. “What happened? You are encouraging Senju to skip school. I know she wants to train but she can wait till after school” you say, slightly upset at him. “Please don’t be upset with him y/n, it was my fault. I came here begging him to let me train today. He told me that I should be at school but I was too upset to go today” Senju says, grabbing your hand so you pay attention to her. 

“Wait, you were upset? What happened this morning?” you ask the pale-pink haired girl. “It was Takeomi, he told me I should quit Brahman and my goal and start focusing on “girlier” things” she says, frowning at you. “WHAT?! I’m going to kick his ass tonight” you tell her. You can tell the young girl is visibly upset about what happened earlier so you decide to give in. “Okay how about this, Waka and I will train you BUT you have to return to school after lunch break, deal?” you say. “Okay deal!” Senju says and jumps up and down in happiness. “Now next time black lungs says anything to you let me know and trust me, he’ll instantly regret it” you say while winking at her. “Thank you y/n” and she hugs you again and rushes towards the punching bags and you and Wakasa follow behind her. 

After about 3 hours of training the three of you were too tired to do anything else and it was just in time for Senju to go back to school. She changes into her school uniform and comes back out to say goodbye to you and your boyfriend. “Thanks for letting me stay” Senju says. “I know I have asked you a million times, but would you please consider joining Brahman? We could benefit from someone as strong as you, you know” she asks you. “Yeah and you would look so hot in the uniform too” Wakasa joins in and you jokingly elbow him in his stomach. “I’m sorry to say it again but no, I have other after dark activities that I am very busy with” and she knows exactly what you mean, your own little gang that you have Homare. 

Your gang, Homare is not as big as Brahman and not as scary as the Kanto Manji gang. It’s just a group  taking out their emotions in fights that you have. It’s more for fun than anything. 

“But if you or Brahman ever needs my help, I’ll be there in an instant” you tell her and smile. “Now off to school” you say and she waves goodbye to Wakasa and you. 

Wakasa closes the shop early at 5pm to take you on a date today. The two of you go to dinner and hang out in the back room of the gym. 

“So do you have a Brahman meeting tonight?” you ask Wakasa while playing with the blonde and purple strands of his hair. “Ummm no I don’t, what do you have in mind?” he asks. Well Homare is having a “meeting” at 10 tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come watch” you ask him. “Ooo I get to watch my baby fight, of course I’ll be there” he says. 

Around 9 you get dressed in your gang’s uniform and the two of you head off to Homare’s meeting spot, an abandoned factory. 

You tell Wakasa to wait in front, and you begin the meeting once everyone gets there. You let everyone know that today’s fights would not include bets and that and ask who wants to fight first. Then the biggest member of Homare comes up to you. “Yes, Raidon?” you say. “Y/n, you are the smallest member of Homare, why are you our leader?” and before you could answer Wakasa jumps in. “Excuse me, what did you say to my s/o? Y/n is clearly the strongest one here!” Waka says. You put your arm in front of Wakasa. “Thank you love, but I can handle this myself. Now Raidon, how about we fight okay? If I win you must apologise and never doubt someone on their size again. If you win, you will be the new leader of Homare. Deal?” you say, firmly. “Deal” Raidon smirks. 

Everyone backs up to give you and Raidon space to fight. He throws the first punch and you catch it. He is shocked to witness that himself. You throw in a few punches and each one hits him. You hear Wakasa whistling and you turn to smile at him. While you did that, Raidon manages to get a punch in which causes your lip to bleed. “Ouch” you say but laugh it off. “Sorry about that y/n! That was my fault for distracting you” Waka yells out. “It’s okay!” you shout back and go back to fighting. This time you punch Raidon once more and follow up with a kick to the side of the head which instantly causes him to knock out, leaving you the winner. 

Your loyals followers start chanting and cheering your name. “Anyone else wanna try?” you ask and nobody replies. “Okay good. Now which two will be fighting each other now?” and the two twin sisters in Homare rush straight towards the centre and begin their fight when you tell them to. You walk back towards Wakasa and he wipes the blood off your lip. “Sorry about that, are you okay?” he asks, genuinely concerned. “Yup! I’m okay, trust me” you tell him. He then kisses you and just holds you close as you watch the rest of the fights of the night. 

Wakasa pulls out one of his favourite brands of candy that he always seems to be sucking on and hands it to you. “Wow, you never share these” you say surprised. “I know, but I thought you deserved it after that amazing fight earlier” he says and you accept it while giggling. 

Once the meeting is over you get up and let everyone know when the next one is and they begin to leave. 

“So what’s next?” you ask Waka. “I don’t know…. Wanna head back to my place?” he asks. “Sure!” and the two of you race to his motorcycle.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hi. I wondering if you have some tokrev fanfiction favourite?

I actually have lot's of favourites, probably too many at this point (I think it's because I ship more or less everything this fandom throws at me.)

Off the top of my head I can think of

Gods sure hates me but that's nothing new...at least, this time Takemichi is not alone. Is honestly the best tokyo revengers fanfic I've ever read, it's where the reader wakes up as Kazutora and does their best to not screw everything up. It's the perfect amount of funny and serious and I can't recommend it highly enough.

There's also the only thing we share is one last name which has actually been discontinued now but is still great as a one shot. It looks into the Akashi siblings past.

@fic-dumpster 's deer in headlight series (a bonten x reader series which you won't regret reading.)

Wounded tiger is a Hanma x Kazutora fic (don't judge my rarepairs) which takes a really good psychological look into both Kazutora and Hanma as well as their relationship.

@manjiroscum la isla bonita series (another great bonten x reader but with a deserted island twist)

I also loved reading love game which is a Senju x Mikey fic where Draken and Takemichi think she's cheating on him, it's just a really funny fic.

@dancingintherainwithchifuyu halcyon series (god I hope i spelt that right) Which is following the adventures of Takemichi's little sister also known as chibimichi. Just a super fun cute series.

No matter what I will always choose you is Kazutora/Baji/ Chifuyu where Kazutora time leaps in an attempt to save Baji.

Literally anything that @etheralyonn writes, seriously it's all gold.

The coolest is the Shinichiro lives fic we all need.

I also love a lot of @kallikrein works, I could probably hit the word count limit trying to name them all.

I love you so (please let me go) is a great Mikey x Kaxutora fic where Mikey gets scarily posessive very fast.

And there's watch you work the room which is about the friendship between Wakasa and Inui.

And then there was you is a Rindou x reader fic where Rindou tries his best to not fall in love with the reader.

Thats all I can think of for the moment, I'm probably forgetting a lot though. (You can all just ignore the rainbow colours, I just thought it looked super dull without them.)