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[kissytoru]

playing dangerous ▬ nanami kento ୭

PAIRING: police officer!nanami x pop star!reader

SUMMARY: the house was already on fire—or at least, that’s what you tell officer nanami when he cuffs you, suspecting you of arson. so, naturally, you switch to your honeyed tone, layering your words with a saccharine lilt to slip out of the situation. oh, but if only you had as much brains as you did charm. ﹙inspired by playing dangerous by lana del rey.﹚

WARNINGS: implied afab reader. cussing. reader is kind of a horndog LOL (forgive her she's trying to get out of jail), plot revolves around fires, arson, federal crimes, police & law enforcement, etc. talks of a corpse. mentions of motives of homicide, etc. ﹙୭ = suggestive﹚

WORD COUNT: 1.5k | masterlist

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Your ex-husband had it coming.

If he believed you would silently endure the burden of his transgressions—the callous, cruel murder of your career as a world-renowned pop-star—then he was either foolishly misguided or tragically unintelligent.

You supposed you were at fault too, but you were obstinate enough not to acknowledge the same. It was you, after all, who had pursued a relationship with a mogul in the production industry, driven by ambitions to gain traction with your music by working under a more prominent name.

It had been a year ago when the scales had finally tipped irreparably, when you had discovered that he had usurped your music's legal protection and ownership rights—without so much of a whisper of an explanation in regards of the matter—which allowed him to reap all of the financial benefits that should have been yours alone.

But a divorce and an even heftier alimony wasn't enough.

All that was insufficient to rectify all that he had inflicted upon you and your career.

He had to go.

Now.

So, you watch as flames engulf the charred skeleton of his luxury mansion, and as vestiges of diminishing trails of stygian smoke claw at the night sky. The gentle drag you take from your own cigarette minimally contributes to the thriving volume of the thick fumes as you watch the home burn to the ground.

The inevitable presence of panicked neighbors fills the roads, their anxious and fearful murmurs of observance blending with the arrival of the fire department dousing the remains of the building, followed closely by inbound police officers and guard dogs. As they disembark from their cars, sirens punctuate the silence of the night, alongside the periodic flashes of red, white, and blue.

Some shakily film the scene, and others watch in horror from their windows and terraces, while the firemen and officers attempt to placate both the flames and the onlookers.

It's then that Officer Nanami notices the rather serene eye of the storm.

You, heedlessly leaning against one of the many lit lamp-posts, the glow of which renders your figure almost incandescent as you watch the authorities attempt to extinguish the destruction. Observing the scene with the faintest hints of a succubus-like simper with a knowing glint in your eye, it doesn't surprise you when the officer approaches you, in demand of an explanation.

"Miss," an observant voice comments in your direction, looking from you to the paperwork in his hands, and back again. His chest pocket gleams with a police badge and several accolades of duty, and his hair—blond—is effulgent in the halo of the streetlight. "Would you care to explain?"

"Explain?" you reiterate, turning in his direction as though the perilous display of committed incendiarism in front of you both was a mere commonality of a spectacle. Elevated fire hoses spurt boundless water and cause a draft of wind afoot in your direction. Your sheer nightgown sways gently with the breeze, the rippling silk deeming your appearance almost ghostly. "Explain what, officer?"

"You are Mr. Ricci's ex-wife, are you not?" he elucidates, glancing from the annihilated ruins of the home to you. "And you just so happen to be present at the scene of this crime, utterly and completely peaceful. That alone, along with your publicized hatred for the man, is enough for us to bring you in as the prime suspect of this crime."

"Whoa, crime?" you answer, eyebrows raising in almost mock-astonishment. "You need to slow down with your assumptions, Officer..."

Your gaze drops to the gold star resting below the collar of his shirt, and you deliberately make a show out of reading the name printed underneath the metallic insignia.

"... Nanami," you complete.

He has no reply, awaiting yours.

"Well, I suppose your conjecture is sensible. I do hate him. Publicly, as you specified," you continue, arms folding casually as you speak with utmost indifference. "But ... no, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure."

Officer Nanami raises a speculative eyebrow, non-verbally contradicting your shallow explanation. His mien is brusquely schooled into something of vexation.

"He called me." you elaborate, honestly, unlocking your phone and showing him your recent calls. Three incoming calls from the contact FUCKFACE and one outgoing lets Officer Nanami know that you may not be guilty. Not entirely, at least. "He found some of my belongings in his attic this morning and asked for me to take them back. And when I did get here, the house was already on fire, I swear I'm not a liar."

He examines your screen once more before returning your device.

"And your first instinct was to simply ... stand there?" he inquires, wanting desperately to coax a slip-up out of your honeyed words. "Not to, perhaps, inform the authorities? That said, I do not believe anyone with such enmity and distaste for their previous partner shows up to the home of the aforementioned in—shall I say—nightclothes? Barefoot, even?"

"The neighbors were already calling the fire station and the police," you counter swiftly, the tips of your fingers brushing along the bare length of his forearm. You quietly ignore his comments about your attire. His hands clench the paperwork tighter at your fleeting touches. "I wouldn't want to overwhelm the station with a barrage of calls so close to midnight. Tell me, do you always work alone so late?"

"I will not tolerate any inane deflections from the subject," Officer Nanami huffs, watching as your hand falls back to your side. "Stick to the case on hand. If you remain so uncooperative, you are reserving yourself a place in the interrogation room back at the precinct. Where is your vehicle? Can you tell me just how you arrived at this location?

"Always so serious," you muse in response, eyes flitting to the lamentable, drenched remnants of your ex-husband's home (and his pitiful corpse too, you hope), wicked hints of a grin teasing your lips. "The precinct seems like a better idea. I'm a little shy standing here in my nightgown."

"You are anything but shy," Officer Nanami manages to speak amidst his own impetuosity, patience thinning and frustration growing like the very embers of fire that had erupted from Ricci's mansion when you had doused the home's electric cabinet in gasoline mere hours ago, flicking your lighter on seconds later. "Answer. My. Question."

"You're no fun," you groan, flicking your extinguished cigarette into a nearby trash can. "My black Aventador is outside the neighborh—"

You're interrupted by the deafening crash of the final few standing planks of wood in the compound, which drop to the amalgamation of soil and soot with numerous crackles of traces of fire.

"It's so noisy," you remark, nose scrunching distastefully at the disruption. You continue almost cloyingly, pulling another cigarette out of the thin pocket of your robe. "Let's get in the back of your cop car, officer. You can ask me anything you want."

As though clinging to the final fragments of his thinly veiled patience, Nanami sighs, and his eyes flit to your pocket for a moment, clearly having noticed something of interest. Before you know it, your cheek and shoulder hit the firm, metallic surface of the streetlight pole, and Officer Nanami gathers your wrists behind your back with one hand and cuffs them together with another.

"You have the right to remain silent," Officer Nanami tells you, tone deadpan as he takes hold of the chain binding both cuffs together, all but dragging you to his police van as he informs his colleagues of the arrest over walkie-talkie. "Anything you say can and will be used against y—"

"Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?" you cut him off grudgingly through gritted teeth, as you near the vehicle.

Officer Nanami's only response comes in the form of you both stopping against the hood of the van, where he reaches for the objects in the pocket of your robe, pulling out a half-consumed Marlboro box, and...

Your lighter.

Fuck.

"Yes, I do," he tells you, almost ridiculously smug, as he bags the belongings in separate evidence folders. When you board the backseat of the van, he closes the door behind you and shuts the lock before he gets into the driver's seat himself.

Officer Nanami lowers the incessant, mindless hum of the radio as he drives you to the station. You glance out of one of the caged windows, and—ironically enough—spot yourself posing on a billboard, advertising a luxury fragrance called Flames of Lust. You almost snort at the sight, resentfully rolling your eyes.

Your gaze willfully turns to his hands, bare and wrapped around the leather of the steering wheel, and you have to restrain yourself from saying something brash.

You're pulled out of your salacious reverie when he leads the van through a traffic-laden road and turns on the sirens, the reverberating alarms making you realize the true gravity of the situation.

Officer Nanami may have bested you for just this one instance.

But this was far from over.

PART 2, coming soon ╱ © kissytoru

AUTHOR'S NOTE: my first ever fic on here eek 😬 it's been ages since i've actually written anything, so let me know if this was good in my asks plz :> pt 2 out soon 😋

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[kissytoru]

royal requiem ▬ geto suguru ✧୭ series.

PAIRING: royal painter!geto x princess!reader x duke!nanami

SUMMARY & TEASER: spanning over two decades in the nineteenth century and told through the lens of sanem's most respectable publications and infamously salacious scandal sheets, the tale of the princess of the land remains to be anything but unheard of. while the townsfolk of the kingdom hold love matches with unmatched reverence, the match of their monarchy can not be further from the same. yearning for what can never be in a world where reputation and regality are omnipotent, you, sanem's only heir inhabits the most gilded of residences, and yet, love remains a luxury that only the destitute can indulge in, and one that she is limited to observing from afar. "heavy is the head that wears the crown," your father tells you, unbeknownst to the fact that far heavier is the heart that belongs to suguru geto.

CONTENTS: royalty au set in the 1800s, afab reader, forbidden love, ANGST, childhood friends to lovers, age gap (b/w reader and nanami), unrequited love, references to sex/copulation. this series will have some written chapters, but most chapters will be newspaper clippings and letters. ﹙✧ = angst﹚ ﹙୭ = suggestive﹚

WARNINGS: will be added chapter-wise. 16+.

SERIES MASTERLIST

i. April 06, 1823 (0.4k)

ii. September 25, 1823 (0.7k)

iii. January 27, 1825 (0.8k)

iv. February 16, 1828 (0.3k)

v. October 08, 1832

TOTAL WORD COUNT: [tba]

TOTAL PLANNED CHAPTERS: 28-30

AUTHOR'S NOTE: my first series :> i've posted a little bit of this previously on wattpad (now removed), and i'll be continuing it here. this is not my conventional writing style, so i'll try my best! please send an ask to be part of the series tag list! enjoy reading <3

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iv. February 16, 1828 ▬ geto suguru ✧୭ ╱ chapter four of the royal requiem series!

PAIRING: royal painter!geto x princess!reader x duke!nanami

SUMMARY: spanning over two decades in the nineteenth century and told through the lens of sanem's most respectable publications and infamously salacious scandal sheets, the tale of the princess of the land remains to be anything but unheard of. while the townsfolk of the kingdom hold love matches with unmatched reverence, the match of their monarchy can not be further from the same. ﹙✧ = angst﹚ ﹙୭ = suggestive﹚

WARNINGS: blood, omens, etc. WORD COUNT: 0.3k

SERIES MASTERLIST

A most unsettling and ghastful occurrence has befallen the halls of the Royal Palace, sending murmurs of dread and superstition that originated from the West Wing of the palace—the residence of Her Majesty the Queen Isolde—and began its tenebricose journey to the ears of court members and commoners alike.

The angel of marble that stands eternally to watch over Her Majesty—an effigy erected from the purest of materials—had been instated shortly after the birth of Her Royal Highness, the Princess, symbolic of the young heiress, not excluding the transcendently everlasting emblematic benediction that Her Royal Highness' birth brought about in the blessed land of Sanem.

It was on the eve previous, when Sanem stood beneath the hush of a clouded night, that a nightly chambermaid recoiled at the frightful sight beheld before her. A countenance of dire lamentation was upon the statue as it seemed to weep tears of deep sanguine, which stained its pristinely sculpted robes. A second attendant, summoned in fearful haste, confirmed the account, followed by a group of several more that filled the hallway with voices raised in horror and alarm.

Afterhand the passing hours of vesper, as the crimson rivulets dripped on to the floor, the Queen's footman took it upon himself touch the afflicted marble, finding it unnervingly cold. The claim extended, with the footman describing the air around the statue to be indefinably heavy, as though the very hand of an unidentifiable force seemed to linger and press down on them all.

It is no secret that Her Majesty the Queen has been quite delicate and fragile in health, and tongues of superstition wag with fearful premonitions, omens, and divine augury. Could this, perhaps, be the forewarnings of trials unknown? Since the incident, Her Majesty the Queen has been moved to reside alongside His Majesty the King, and said hallways have been blocked off and the effigy put away. While physicians and scholars attribute the deposition of the carmine secretion on leaching of mineral deposits, it does naught to drown out the susurrations of the public citizenry.

Let the reader judge for themselves—but let none say that they have all, amply, been forewarned.

— Your most watchful correspondent, Sanem's Sentinel

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iii. January 27, 1825 ▬ geto suguru ✧୭ ╱ chapter three of the royal requiem series!

PAIRING: royal painter!geto x princess!reader x duke!nanami

SUMMARY: spanning over two decades in the nineteenth century and told through the lens of sanem's most respectable publications and infamously salacious scandal sheets, the tale of the princess of the land remains to be anything but unheard of. while the townsfolk of the kingdom hold love matches with unmatched reverence, the match of their monarchy can not be further from the same. ﹙✧ = angst﹚ ﹙୭ = suggestive﹚

WARNINGS: none. WORD COUNT: 0.8k

SERIES MASTERLIST

Amongst the many virtues and tenets upon which Their Majesties the King and Queen reign the illustrious kingdom of Sanem with, none is held in greater esteem than the noble ideal of the crown which ought to recognize the presence of talent and character in place of the rigid confines of class, wealth, status, and birth.

This progressive philosophy of His Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Queen finds no finer testament than in their profound camaraderie with and mutual admiration for the Royal Painter, Master Geto, who had been honored with a distinguished appointment shortly after the renowned Sorel Auction of Masterworks held in the autumn 1823.

The devotion of the sovereign to enforce such principles seemed to take a poignant turn guided by fate on this wintry morn, with the arrival of two new lives in the esteemed palace. The radiant presence of Her Royal Highness, who is on the cusp of reaching her second year, was once again found in the company of Master Geto's young son, Suguru, a child of matching years. Despite the vast difference in their ranks and station, including the circumstances of their births, their unbidden companionship reflects the earnest relation between their fathers.

Such an instance had unfolded but recently in the Royal Gardens, in the form of a touching and heartwarming scene admired by not only Their Majesties and Master Geto, which all but moved the hearts of the most seasoned courtiers and softened the resolve of even the most unyielding advisors of the court. 

It was upon the occasion of a brief adjournment from courtly sessions that His Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Queen had been traversing the arboretum in the presence of Master Geto himself, in order to determine a most suitable backdrop for an upcoming Royal Portrait. Trailing not far behind his father with a keenness surpassing his years was the Young Master in the presence of his nursemaid, avidly appreciating the surrounding greenery in soft and unintelligible babbles.

Not far from this gathering and beneath the heavy boughs of a stately willow was Her Royal Highness, seated upon a blanket and occupied with the precarious task of stacking her beloved wooden blocks under the supervision of her governess, Miss Utahime Iori.

Servants recall Her Majesty the Queen, with blithe fondness,  reached forth to tousle the dark locks of the Young Master's hair, before gently guiding his small steps in the direction of the willow tree, where Her Royal Highness had been cautiously balancing her blocks as high as their wavering balance could possibly be achieved. The Young Master's inquisitive nature, coupled with the encouragement from Her Majesty the Queen, propelled him to make his presence known at the scene.

In an attempt of hesitant chivalrousness, the young boy bowed to the princess to the best of his abilities—dipping his round head all the way to his feet in a most gallant yet unsteady matter, a gesture met with the young royal's delight through an incomprehensible utterance of giddiness—before regarding the tower of blocks with a curiosity befitting of his artistic lineage.

Moments later, the Young Master produced from his pocket a modestly carved wooden spinning top from his father and, in an exuberant display of politesse, placed it at the very summit of the block tower.

It seemed that even the royal footmen were observing the innocent exchange with anticipation, a collective murmur of dismay washing over the area as the structure wavered and succumbed to the throes of gravity. 

In a scene where others may have fretted with disheartenment, Her Royal Highness and her newfound companion simply collapsed into peals of childish laughter before setting out once more for reconstruction. Unable to coax the blocks into standing with even the assistance of Miss Iori, the two children abandoned the task entirely and turned to the simpler pleasure of chasing one another through the verdant expanse of the garden, knocked down by their own misplaced footing and rising again with mirthful laughter.

"As her Majesty so truthfully states," a courtier in attendance provided to The Palace Press, "the foundation of Sanem lies not in the strength of its army, nor in the stratification of those in nobility, but in the immutable belief of unity cherished above division. Such bonds can now be observed not only from alliances forged between monarchs and lowly knights, but also in such simple and profound friendships between the most unlikely of companions. It is through the this alone that Sanem will continue to indubitably flourish. The future belongs not to those who build walls, but those who build bridges."

The aforementioned tender moment of friendship shared between Her Royal Highness and her recent acquaintance has quickly become a cherished tale repeated across the halls of the palace. It stands as proof of the vision of the King and Queen so ardently pursue, where unity and equality is not just an aspiration but a truth embraced by the heart if Sanem, now even understood by the youngest amongst the throng.

Long may the children of Sanem inherit such values, and may The Princess and her devoted companion navigate palace life in the wordless and youthful company of one another.

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i. April 06, 1823 ▬ geto suguru ✧୭ ╱ chapter one of the royal requiem series!

PAIRING: royal painter!geto x princess!reader x duke!nanami

SUMMARY: spanning over two decades in the nineteenth century and told through the lens of sanem's most respectable publications and infamously salacious scandal sheets, the tale of the princess of the land remains to be anything but unheard of. while the townsfolk of the kingdom hold love matches with unmatched reverence, the match of their monarchy can not be further from the same. ﹙✧ = angst﹚ ﹙୭ = suggestive﹚

WARNINGS: none. WORD COUNT: 0.4k

SERIES MASTERLIST

In the earliest hours of this blessed morn and below the watchful gaze of the heavens, Her Royal Highness, heir to the realm of Sanem, was safely delivered as the newborn daughter of His Majesty the King Leopold and Her Majesty the Queen Isolde. As the very first rays of light kiss the spires of the palace, and the vestiges of the night melt away, the arrival of the newest star in the royal constellation is upon us all on this joyous day.

Following a proclamation made by His Majesty the King, wherein the declaration of a week-long festival in the capital to honor the aforementioned birth was made, the staff of the palace published a statement on the momentously sacred happenings of the dawn.

The royal physicians, who bore witness to the event, affirmed the assurance of the proper health of Her Majesty the Queen post the strenuous trials of childbirth, and the lively conscience of the kingdom's newest jewel who is said to carry the graceful countenance of her mother and the striking eyes of her father, a most flawless union of royal lineage. Her Royal Highness stands at a height of nineteen inches and robustly weighs of a noble three kilograms.

Celebrations have commenced throughout the kingdom, and they shall be formally set forth this very eve with the release of a thousand pure doves by Their Majesties themselves from the tallest turret of the royal residence as a symbol of prosperity and joyancy. In the actious capital, shopfronts and households are adorned with flower garlands and bedecked with ornamental wreaths, and the townsfolk—citizenry both highborn and common—take the streets to relay tidings of elation against the foreground of music, mirth, and merriment.

While Her Royal Majesty is unnamed at present, speculation amongst courtly circles reveal that the royal couple may choose a name that pays homage to the late Dowager Queen in a grand naming ceremony attended by foreign dignitaries, royals from neighboring kingdoms, and envoys from faraway lands.

Today, let all the people of Sanem stand united in order to observe this blessed addition to the royal family. May her days be long and her reign be ever prosperous. Long live the Princess!

Editor's Note: As an expression of devotion and shared joy, citizens are encouraged to illuminate their homes and let every household shine forth with the glow of a thousand lights, radiating throughout the kingdom to honor Her Royal Highness in a manner most befitting of her standing.

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ii. September 25, 1823 ▬ geto suguru ✧୭ ╱ chapter two of the royal requiem series!

PAIRING: royal painter!geto x princess!reader x duke!nanami

SUMMARY: spanning over two decades in the nineteenth century and told through the lens of sanem's most respectable publications and infamously salacious scandal sheets, the tale of the princess of the land remains to be anything but unheard of. while the townsfolk of the kingdom hold love matches with unmatched reverence, the match of their monarchy can not be further from the same. ﹙✧ = angst﹚ ﹙୭ = suggestive﹚

WARNINGS: none. WORD COUNT: 0.7k

SERIES MASTERLIST

Bidders, connoisseurs, and admirers of fine artistry assembled in splendid anticipation at The Grand Hall of Artefacts and Antiquities on the evening before last to attend the illustrious annual Sorel Auction of Masterworks. In attendance of the prestigious occasion was also the presence of His Majesty the King Leopold, a bepraised patron of the arts, amidst the kingdom's most elite aesthetes. Beneath the brilliance of a thousand chandeliers, within gilded walls echoing centuries of artistic reverence, the event unfolded with grandeur befitting its renown.

Much akin to previous annual actions at the Sorel House, a most stylistic collection of masterpieces were presented, taking form in sculptures, paintings, and jewelry which were auctioned off as the event preceded, with bidders raising their prices at every turn for each piece. The proceeds collected from the auction, as per tradition, were apportioned thusly: a portion to sustain the venerable Sorel House itself, a fair share to the creators of the works, and the greater part bestowed in charity to the nation's orphanages.

Yet, this auction was distinguished beyond precedent through the offering of a revered honor to one humble artisan. When the auctioneer revealed An Autumnal Reverie, a canvas painting rendered by little-known destitute painter and muralist Master Geto, His Majesty immediately placed a bid so considerable that no attendee would dare to offer a price higher for the painting, much less raise their paddle in challenge.

The Autumnal Reverie, currently en route to the gallery of the Main Palace, is a masterpiece that showcases an ever accurate birds-eye view of the Kingdom of Sanem as the realm shifts from the season of summer to autumn. The piece was rendered with such beauty that it seemed to transcend the talents of a mere mortal. "It is as though the heavens themselves have lent Master Geto the very palette to produce this masterpiece." His Majesty said, as he observed the work in a public audience.

"Such talent," His Majesty further declared. "must not be privy to the rich, or linger in obscurity. It is a treasure to the crown, where all true masterpieces are upheld and preserved beyond lifetimes for generations to come."

In a gesture that left the audience breathless, His Majesty publicly asked to seek a private audience with Master Geto himself in order to initiate the proceedings and paperwork for the artiste to be appointed and conferred as a palace-residing Royal Painter, an announcement that elicited gasps of astonishment, murmurs of reverence, and a vociferous round of applause following a spontaneous ovation.

Upon being bestowed with this ineffable honor, Master Geto, who had confined himself to the fringed sidelines of the event—clutching his swaddled infant son—burst into tears at the recognition and honor from His Majesty in the presence of such augustly dignified individuals, aristocrats, and artisans.

"Your hand wields inexplicable mastery and the finest of skills," His Majesty spoke so as to console the gently-weeping, overwhelmed brushman, in a tone so regal and kind. "and you must not only serve your art, but the crown itself. The galleries of our palace are incomplete in the absence of your irreplaceable talent."

"I have placed my works in auctions in order to secure any amount possible for my young son." Master Geto confessed to one of the palace journalists upon his arrival and instatement. "But now, invited to serve the crown and to dwell within their very own residence is a dream I scarcely even dared to imagine. My son, Suguru, will now grow up under the guise and protection of our most revered Majesties, far from the destitution he had spent his first few months in. I am forever indebted to the crown and the boundless generosity of His Majesty."

The Royal Family has since undertaken the planning of an official unveiling of The Autumnal Reverie at the forthcoming Midsummer Ball in the preceding year. Truly, the evening of this auction shall not only be remembered for the celebration of the kingdom's incomparable artistry, but also for the magnanimity of the crown that possesses a warmly beating heart for all members of the townsfolk, uncaring for class or status and strengthening the affinity of the crown and its subjects.

Long may The King's ideals reign, and long may the arts flourish under His venerable station, and long may Master Geto's works inspire all those who behold it.

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呪術廻戦 ▬ masterlist ! by kissytoru

key: ✿ — fluff ; ✧ — angst ; ୭ — suggestive ╱ ageless blogs and users under the age of 16 will be blocked.

all of these works are x reader, most of them with an implied afab reader. i do NOT write smut !

find my jjk 𝒙 lana del rey songs m.list here, where i write lana del rey music-inspired fics for each jujutsu kaisen man! (this will be updated more frequently as of now)

★ ── GOJO SATORU

✿ ୭ SWIPE LEFT (coming soon) ▬ nerd!gojo.

★ ── GETO SUGURU

✧୭ ROYAL REQUIEM (ongoing series) ▬ in which you are the princess of sanem and the only heir to the throne, and your tragic story with the royal painter!geto is told through newspaper clippings and letters in the early nineteenth century. [featuring: duke!nanami]

★ ── CHARACTERS COMING SOON ...

nanami kento | haibara yu | fushiguro toji | kamo choso | kong shiu | higuruma hiromi

sfw only: itadori yuuji | fushiguro megumi | okkutsu yuuta | kamo noritoshi

all works belong to kissytoru. do not copy, repost, plagiarize, edit, translate, or feed my work into ai or chatbots.

[kissytoru]

呪術廻戦 𝒙 lana del rey ▬ masterlist ! kissytoru

a series where kissytoru writes lana del rey music-inspired fics for each jujutsu kaisen man! — general masterlist

please note that i do not write smut, and i also don't write for sukuna's character. all of these works are x reader with an afab reader. (except for toji’s story, there’s an original afab character there)

key: ✿ — fluff ; ✧ — angst ; ୭ — suggestive ╱ ageless blogs and users under the age of 16 will be blocked.

PLAYING DANGEROUS ▬ nanami kento, playing dangerous. | the house was already on fire—or at least, that’s what you tell police officer!nanami when he cuffs you, suspecting you of arson. so, naturally, you switch to your honeyed tone, layering your words with a saccharine lilt to slip out of the situation. oh, but if only you had as much brains as you did charm. (wc: 1.5k)

LOVE IN A HURRICANE (coming soon, pt 2 to the above) ▬ nanami kento, playing dangerous. | whoops! he's on to you now. but you don't see a ring on police officer!nanami's finger, and you ask him if he's ever thought of dating a singer—maybe that would get you out of this mess.

LET THE LIGHT IN (coming soon) ▬ higuruma hiromi, let the light in. | divorce laywer!higuruma & ex boyfriend!higuruma.

WELL, MY BOYFRIEND'S IN A BAND (coming soon) ▬ kamo choso, brooklyn baby. | guitarist!choso & boyfriend's best friend!choso.

FISHTAIL (coming soon) ▬ gojo satoru, fishtail. | canonverse!gojo & boyfriend!gojo.

CIAO, AMORE (coming soon) ▬ geto suguru, salvatore. | older boyfriend!geto & cult leader!geto.

LIKE THE STARS MISS THE SUN (coming soon) ▬ haibara yu, summertime sadness. | adult!haibara.

HIS BONNIE ON THE SIDE (coming soon) ▬ kong shiu, sad girl. | hitman!shiu.

EVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES (coming soon) ▬ fushiguro toji, dark paradise. | canonverse!toji & mamagumi.

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≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ yuri ! ˎˊ˗ eighteen ノ she/her ノ about me

NAVIGATION ୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

𓇼 jujutsu kaisen m.list

𓇼 jujutsu kaisen 𝒙 lana del rey series m.list

𓇼 rules & faqs (coming soon)

picrew maker link i used to make my icon

i'm still figuring out how to use tumblr, manage asks and taglists, etc, so forgive me for a few teething issues :]

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