#rin x femreader

[skullvgirl]

— 2:23 AM { r.itoshi }

it should be illegal, you think. too break up with someone over text. especially in the middle of the night.

2:23 AM, you remember it vividly being one of the worst nights of your life.

i mean what the fuck? a 3 whole years down the drain, and it's ended with a 2 line text message from your now ex boyfriend.

you throw your phone across the room, leaving the blank minded boy across the country too think for himself what your thoughts were. and the truth was, you had none. it wasn't the timing that threw you off, not even that it happened at all. for once, you saw this coming. rin's usual distance was a bit more noticeable when you tried too hug him a he jerked away from you so violently you'd thought you'd he'd seen a ghost. the opposite was true.

rin was falling out of love with you.

rin had fallen out of love with you.

you couldn't bear to respond so instead you blocked his number and deleted the highlight you had of him from your account.

this was it, you life was over, all because of some stupid boy who couldn't even bother to tell you in person that he no longer harbored the same feelings you had for him.

you didn't bother checking up on his whereabouts after that, instead you focused on healing, trying too recover from pouring your soul into a man who was only half interested in you. in the long run you hoped things would work themselves out. he stayed in paris after his big game, the one he didn't bother too bring you on like many of the other players did with their significant others.

none of that mattered though, it had been almost a year since you broke up with him and things were definitely looking up. you were happy and almost healed and even considering a special someone too looked forward too meeting. that was untill of course your ex-boyfriend showed up at the ice cream place you were working at, arms linked with another girl in clothes you know you'd never be able too afford, looking happier than ever.

happier than he'd ever been with you.

you couldn't do this, you felt like you were gonna throw up. you called you coworker over too cover for you, sprinting too the bathrooms and rubbing your arms as you tried not to cry. whhy was he even here? the last time you'd been with him rin hardly even liked sweets much less ice cream, but then again that was almost a year ago and well. i guess things change.

people change. for better or for worse. oh god, you held in your sobs and muffled them with your shirt. you seriously couldn't do this right now, if felt like the air was closing in around you making it harder and harder to breathe. he hated you and you hated him, oh rin, why did he have to break up with you?

[5p7lyy]

4:30 PM

Itoshi Rin x gf!reader

Requested by no one

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : some strong language (ex : bastard)

Side - note : Rin seems ooc, too unrealistic, not proofread, photo- banner got it from : @seichira on tumbler

“Tch..”

She heard him breathes out, annoyed by his current situation.

She raised an eyebrow, before huffing out and keeping her hands behind her back.

“Such lukewarm bastards..” he murmured under his breath, but she heard it quite well.

His arms folded up together, irking slightly with that stoic expression.

She had an awkward smile on her face, beads of sweat running down her sides of her head. Even her hand felt sweaty holding his, keeping him from snapping at any seconds.

It sure looked like a mother holding back her agitated son. They were in their highschool, in their soccer field, where some other players were fighting, violently…while some other were holding them back to prevent anymore violence.

And Rin..is more irritated that his precious time is getting wasted by some high school idiots, it was getting on his last nerve. He was holding her hand or more so, gripping it, she could feel her bones cry out in pain..

But she still had a small smile on her face, eyes imaginary crying, and this teal-eyed man, didn’t even realize..! Gosh he really is a stone..

It’s also not usual for him to show affection in public, especially like holding hands, it is unlike him.

And the poor girl didn’t know if it was good or bad.

He looked at his left forearm, noticing the time wasted. Dude..it’s been five minutes..

She glanced at his watch, her head leaning against his chest gently to get a better look.

His look was unfazed on the outside, but he can feel his heart doing its utmost at beating.

“How about going to another field..? There’s one big field by the small market..!”

She said, going back to standing next to him, staring at him softly as he he looked at the field, then his watch, then her. Sighing softly as he nodded, their hands getting separated.

.

They walked to the school lockers, changing their school-shoes to what they came with this morning. Walking together in silence is awkward.

She didn’t know what to say or do to lift up the mood. She kept looking at the street as she walked beside him.

Her eyes hung up wide as she saw a small ice cream truck, her eyes shined brightly.

She tugged to his blazer, as he turned around, the same expressionless look on his face.

“Can you wait here for a little bit, I’m gonna go buy something real quick..!” She said as he nodded at her words, confirming her to go.

He watched her go to the small truck, his expression hardening a little.

When she came back with one dual-popsicle, a blue flavored.

“Here you go, Rin..!” She smiled softly, breaking the popsicle so it’s two now, handing it over to him.

His hand uncontrollably moved and took it, eyeing it gently.

“…Thank you..” he said quietly but enough for her to hear. She smiled lovingly at him.

“You’re welcome..! I’m sorry I couldn’t get us two, it was the last one, we’re quite lucky..!”

“You didn’t have to..” he murmured, it is quite a shock to hear him talk more than usual.

She hummed, while popsicle in her mouth confused by his statement.

She pulled it out of mouth, leaning against his shoulder, chuckling softly as they continued walking.

“You really are so cute Rin!” She exclaimed softly, making the boy widen his eyes slightly, a few red hues form on his cheeks as he turned his head to the side.

They turned by the market, heading to the green field. It’s also belongs to the school, whenever there was a heated soccer match between other schools, it will be used.

.

She sat at a small bench, while him taking off his blazer, and school jacket. She watched him take a ball and started dribbling it.

She was always impressed by his soccer skills, it was like he was good. No perfect at this sport, no flaw no mistakes. She smiled genuinely, thinking how lucky she was to be his girlfriend.

She leaned against the bench, wearing his blazer on, her eyes following every single move he did.

‘Kyah! He’s so perfect!’ She thought like a fan girl.

While the other was focusing on his training. As he passionately dedicates himself to train every single day after school and especially weekends. He just wants to see his beloved brother getting crushed at soccer by him.

He glanced unconsciously at the bench, to see his lover in his blazer, watching him train attentively. His cheeks redden quickly, going to continue his training.

.

It’s been like an hour or more, and he was done with his soccer practice, the only issue was it started drizzling a little the minute he finished training!

She removed his blazer, giving it to him.

“Here, you’re sweaty and in this kind of weather you might get sick..!” She said handing out to him.

He tilted his head slightly, as he shoved the blazer away. She was confused by his act, while he simply did that so she wears it and does get sick.

“You’ll get sick.” He said, taking his bag and picking up hers. She stood there, her cheeks flaring up with the color red and her heart flutters softly as she could hear it from her ears.

“Are you gonna stay there and get wet?” He said bluntly, snapping the girl from the love-trance, taking her bag from his hand, murmuring a small ‘sorry’.

Gulps slowly, moving his arm to pull her next to him. Going to the small market to wait until the rain slowly softens and get an umbrella.

.

“Did you call your mother..?” He asked, earning a nod from her.

“She said she’s close, she’ll come pick us up!” She smiled warmly.

“No need to take me home (Name)..” he said looking away.

The girl wrapped her arm around his left one shaking her head.

“I had a nice day today even though I only just watched you practice..but I don’t dislike that! I love spending time with you, Rin.”

His eyes widened a little, feeling his heart thump fast. Moving his right arm to cover his mouth, his face returning normal.

“That was such Lukewarm cliché.” He murmured softly earning a sweet laugh for her, as his cheek reddened slowly, a small smile forming on his face.

[bluelockmaniac]

👑 .𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍

ft. crown prince!itoshi sae x commoner!femreader x second prince!itoshi rin (only bc you are rin's fiancée)

🗡 synopsis. you were chosen to be the second prince’s fiancée for rin’s convenience, but fate had different plans when you fell for his older brother, the crown prince, instead. as you start hearing strange voices during your engagement ball, sae falls victim to alexis’ curse, which only your love can break. what happens when news spread of the crown prince's revival and rin finds out?

⛓ content warning. 13.3k (yikes)ノ royal au ノ classism ノ cheating themes & pdaノ⚠ rin is rude, offensive, & insulting ノ your parents & sis for plot are assholes ノ semi-arranged marriage (?) ノ reader is illiterate ノ narration heavy ノ reader gets called whore once ノ implied death & gorish description ノ implied stranglingノ animal murder ノ minimal implication of shorter readerノthe relationship with sae is highkey rushed now that i reread it.

notes. this took me two weeks+ to finish ahhh. i thank my past self for being obsessed with manhwas so muchh, and ty to rhymezone for saving my ass w/ the ancient poem. first time using capital letters when writing fanfics, only bc it's really long though, eeee.

In the Twilight of the Eclipsing Red Moon,

When Stars Align and Shadows Loom,

The Great’s Fate is Sealed in the Veil of Night,

By the Hand of One from Mystic Light.

But From the Dust of Forgotten Lands,

Shall Rise a Heart with Common Hands,

With Lips of Rose and Spirit Warm,

To Bring the Order, End the Storm.

A Crown of Old Shall Find its Grace,

In the Embrace of a Simple Face.

But Do not be Fooled, One Shall Not Bloom,

For This, Will Lead to One’s Gentle Doom.

“I beg your pardon, Your Majesty,” your father stammered, “M-My eldest daughter has fallen gravely ill, and I fear she physically cannot journey to the Grand Empire of Aquaria tomorrow!”

The king’s eyes flared open in shock as the words reached his ears. His grip on the plush armrest of his throne tightened, the baroque carvings digging into his palm.

“What?!” He yelled, dismissing the fan bearer with a sharp glare before rising from his throne and taking two steps forward. His shadow covered large over your father’s trembling figure. 

“She chooses now, of all times, to be stricken with sickness? At a crucial time for our kingdom? Such insolence!” He descended three more steps and glared down at him. “Did you forget that His Imperial Highness has specifically requested a lady from your clan?”

“I—”

The king struck his scepter harshly against the floor, silencing the man. “All the other houses of your garbage clan bore only sons,” he spat, “She will go, and that is final!”

“Actually…” the commoner’s lips pointed upwards in a well-rehearsed smile as he placed a hand over his heart in false politeness. “I have another daughter. She’s eager— eager to fulfill her duty. She is twenty, two years younger than the prince, but still of age.”

King Orion arched an eyebrow and his mouth twisted into a sneer. “Very well,” he replied, waving his hand in disinterest as he returned to his throne. “Summon her.”

In truth, the king’s concern wasn’t with Aria, your older sister. He cared little for which daughter was offered up to Aquaria’s second prince. It was a political necessity, nothing more— a favour to His Imperial Highness, Prince Rin. Or more like a fulfillment of Rin’s rather odd request that came with a threat. As long as someone from your clan was presented, it mattered not to him whether it was your sister or some other sacrificial lamb for the slaughter.

At the call of your name, the guards creaked open the heavy doors, and you entered the throne chamber slowly. When you reached the foot of the throne, you lowered your body in a curtsey bow, your gaze fixed on the scarlet carpet that stretched beneath you.

“It is my greatest honour to stand before you, Your Majesty,” you said, though your indifferent tone made it clear to anyone listening that you longed for nothing more than to be anywhere but here.

But you knew the truth behind this charade. Aria wasn’t ill. She was the jewel of your parents’ eye, their pride and joy, shielded from the Empire’s gaze like a pirate’s precious treasure. You, on the other hand, were the forgotten one– the daughter they kept hidden, a mere shadow in their halls, easily discarded when it was convenient. To your father, you were a little more than a weight around his neck, an extra mouth to feed, a burden he was eager to rid himself of.

The king’s eyes scanned you up and down, his expression visibly souring as he took in the sight of your tattered ankle-high, brown dress and scuffed boots. Disgusting.

“Ugh,” he muttered under his breath, leaning on one elbow as he sneered at you. “She’ll do, I suppose. Pretty enough for their tastes.” He turned to his chancellor with a condescending wave. “Have the maids find something more… suitable for this one.”

The chancellor bowed deeply, “At once, Your Majesty.”

“Alright, you’ve packed everything, haven’t you?” your mother asked as she rubbed Aria’s shoulder comfortingly.

Your gaze drifted to the battered briefcase lying at your feet. You had stumbled upon it by accident, shoved into a forgotten corner of the dirty attic, coated in layers of dust and practically falling apart at the seams. With a sigh, you bent down to pick it up, nodding as it threatened to collapse.

“Yes,” you murmured, a bitter smile tugging at your lips, “There was hardly anything to pack, anyway.”

Your father scoffed, rolling his eyes as he wrapped an arm around Aria, who had begun to shed what you knew to be crocodile tears. The act was almost laughable. She suddenly broke free from their grasp and rushed over to you, flinging her arms around your waist with a dramatic sob.

“Y/N!” she cried, “Please take care of yourself– hic– I’m going to miss you so much!”

You hesitated for a moment before stiffly returning her hug. She was a liar, through and through, and you both knew it. 

Before the act could continue, the distant sound of hooves clattering against cobblestone paths captured your attention. Gently, you pried yourself away from her clutches, turning toward the approaching sound.

Your breath hitched. The Empire’s Royal Carriage was quickly nearing, and it was no exaggeration to say that its massive size dwarfed everything coming its way. It was magnificent, its gleaming white exterior and elegant navy blue designs that were above the huge clattering wheels. Silken curtains furnished the windows, embroidered with golden threads that caught the eyes of your greedy family. But what truly stole your attention was the shining silver crown perched atop the carriage, with Aquaria’s Royal Crest.

“Listen–” your father’s obnoxious voice cut through your admiration. He leaned close, his voice coming out in a hiss, “You better behave yourself, got it? If you mess this up, it’s not just you– it’s all of us. Understand?”

You shrugged off his threat with a nonchalant nod, “I’ll do my best.”

The sounds of the porcelain horses neighing were suddenly right behind you. They looked so soft, so immaculate, that you had to resist the urge to reach out and glide your fingers through their carefully groomed manes. But you knew better. This was no place for such frivolities.

The royal coachman descended from his designated seat and approached you. His right hand gracefully flew to his heart and he bowed slightly, his eyes closing for a brief moment.

“Greetings, my lady,” he said, straightening himself elegantly as his brown eyes met yours. He took your worn briefcase from your hand and placed it gently in the carriage’s wide storage compartment in the back. Then, he slid aside the long curtains and extended his hand toward you.

This was it. The moment you stepped into that carriage, you would leave this wretched life behind forever. No more grime, no more being hidden away like some shameful secret. You would be free– or at least you clung to the hope of freedom. 

Taking the coachman’s hand, you felt the fine material of your simple sage gown– one begrudgingly gifted by King Orion– brush against the spotless steps of the carriage. You could hardly believe you, of all people, had the privilege of entering something so grand, so expensive.

For one last time, you glanced back at your so-called family. They stood there, masks with feigned expressions of sorrow worn over their faces. But you weren’t fooled, and you certainly weren’t going to indulge them. Instead, a slow grin crept across your face and you mouthed a few words that served as a final act of defiance.

“Shitty lives for shitty people, I guess.”

“.... lady,”

“My….”

“My lady!”

“Hm…” You muttered drowsily, your eyelids slowly fluttering open to the sight of the coachman and several other servants peering in at you with concerned expressions. Startled, you shot upright, your hands grasping the seat beneath you. “Y-Yes!”

So far, you were off to a great start.

But now, as you finally stepped out of the carriage and beheld the regal palace before you, every bit of exhaustion from the long ride seemed to dissolve. The sight of it stole your breath and you tried to conjure up a word to describe it, but words escaped you. Beautiful, perhaps, though even that felt insufficient. Magnificent, maybe. 

There were towering stone sculptures and a large marble fountain in the center, its water elegantly cascading down like it was raining crystals. The front lawn was meticulously trimmed and maintained till perfection. The walls of the palace shined, built from pale limestone that you recognized from years of working with fire and sedimentary rocks. And at the peak of the palace dome, a lone flag fluttered in the breeze, proudly displaying the Royal Crest of Aquaria.

Your home now.

Yet, no lines of maids awaited your arrival at the main entrance, as you’d always imagined from reading those fairytale books you’d find tucked away in your attic. And there was certainly no sign of your supposed fiancé— His Imperial Highness, Itoshi Rin, the Second Prince of the Empire.

But then again, it made sense. You were just a humble village girl, after all— hardly worth the attention of someone as important as him.

The sudden neighing of a horse behind you jolted you from your thoughts, and you spun around. There, your gaze locked with the prettiest set of eyes you had ever seen— legendary teal irises framed by lashes so thick they casted a shadow on his cheekbones.

If the palace was magnificent, then he was simply breathtaking. 

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you instinctively took a step forward toward him, prepared to pinch fistfuls of your dress and bow down to him. 

He must be your fiancé, you thought. How could he not be? Those eyes were a symbol of royalty. His dark, reddish hair swayed with every blow of the wind, and the way an exquisite sapphire brooch shone against his royal attire screamed authority.

What did they call this phenomenon? Love at first sight? But then—

“Welcome back, Your Imperial Highness the Crown Prince!” a unified set of voices suddenly echoed from behind you in greeting, and you whipped your head back to see every servant and the carriage driver on their knees, their heads bowed low, and their hands clutched to their chests.

Crown Prince? Your breath caught in your throat. The Crown Prince? In other words, the future Emperor of Aquaria?

His gaze left yours to briefly sweep over the kneeling palace workers, before he waved his hand dismissively. “Rise.” he ordered. His deep voice made you feel a sudden tightening in your throat, and you had the urge to obey though you weren’t even on your knees.

When his eyes returned to you, you flinched, every nerve of your body feeling on edge. You drew in a sufficient amount of fresh air and held onto bunches of your gown, bowing respectfully.

“G-Greetings, Your Imperial Highness,” you stuttered.

Sae guided his horse to a halt and swung his leg over the saddle, dismounting and landing on the grass smoothly. He gave the mare a gentle pat, and you suddenly felt conscious as he approached you in long strides.

He stopped just in front of you, eyes seemingly studying you. “You are?”

You swallowed nervously, daring to meet his aquamarine gaze. “Y/N,” you said softly, “The Second Imperial Prince’s fiancée.”

His eyes narrowed and he closed them fleetingly before opening them again. “I see… That foolish younger brother of mine.”

You remained silent, unsure of how to respond. Your sparkling eyes flickered to his mare standing patiently beside him for a moment too long. Her coat was as white as fresh snow, and it almost hurt your eyes the way the sunlight reflected off her.

He noticed. “Oh, her?” He nodded toward the horse, gesturing for you to come closer. “Go on. You can touch her if you wish.” 

Your eyes widened in disbelief, trodding towards him in excitement. “May I, really?”

“Sure, whatever,” he muttered nonchalantly, though his gaze softened slightly. He was more focused on observing the horse’s reaction to you.

With careful hands, you reached out and gently raked your fingers through her silky mane. A delighted giggle escaped your lips as the fauna neighed softly and nudged your hand for more of your kind attention.

“She’s beautiful,” you whispered, and he hummed in interest. You paused for a moment, glancing at the prince curiously. “What’s her name?”

“Celestia,” he replied, pulling on the horse’s rein before folding his arms over his chest. He watched you interact with the animal. “She rarely warms up to anyone, but it seems as if she likes you.”

Your eyes lit up with surprise and you smiled, your fingers still tangled in the horse’s mane. “Celestia is a beautiful name… It suits her. She’s as white as the moon.”

For a brief moment, the prince turned his head to the side, as if he was hiding something from your view. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’d trust anyone his beautiful horse liked. His fingers slipped through his tousled red hair, and though his voice slightly carried a tone of arrogance, it was also laced with something else. “Tch. Thanks. I named her myself.”

You laughed lightly, “How old is she?”

“Turning nine soon,” he answered, giving her a pat. “She’s the mother of a black stallion.”

Your eyes twinkled in awe, fists clenched in front of you as you beamed up at him. “She’s a mother?!”

Sae raised a brow, leaning back slightly. “You’re standing too close.”

“A-Ah, my apologies, Your Highness,” You stuttered, retreating several steps just in case. “I… I seem to have forgotten my place,”

“No, it’s quite alr—” He started, lifting a hand as if to stop you from backing away, but was interrupted by one of the pesky servants from Rin’s wing of the palace. “...”

“I-I apologize for interrupting y-your conversation, Your Imperial Highness,” She panted, bowing low, “But The Second Prince has requested his fiancée’s presence for a private audience.”

Sae clicked his tongue in annoyance, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he mounted Celestia. “I guess it cannot be helped. Fine, whatever.”

Your heart sank slightly, a wave of disappointment looming over your ethereal features. Your pretty eyes downcast and fists clenched lightly by your sides. You had hoped to stay just a little longer, either with the man you had mistaken for your fiancé or perhaps with the beautiful horse. You weren’t sure which had captured your fascination more.

You thought that, perhaps, if Rin was not unlike his brother, then marrying him probably wouldn’t be so bad.

Still, with a deep breath, you held onto your skirt and followed the maid. But just before you left, you glanced back over your shoulder at the First Prince with a smile so pretty it could coax the sun out of the sky and make even the stars envious.

“See you around, Your Highness!” You called out, waving your arm before turning around to trail after the servant woman.

Sae stood frozen for a heartbeat, his thoughts clouded by the ghost of that smile. Something stirred in his chest, something unfamiliar and probably unwelcome. He huffed quietly, silking his hand through his hair before muttering under his breath.

“Yeah… see you.”

Your heart raced as you stood before the polished double doors of Rin’s chamber. You swallowed hard in an attempt to calm your nerves. Your breaths came in shallow, like there was some sort of invisible weight pressed against your chest. 

Your hand hesitantly hovered mere inches from the door. You hadn’t even met the man and yet the tension was thicker than when you had personally greeted the crown prince.

The maid beside you fidgeted, clearly just as anxious. She stammered softly, “My lady…  j-just knock and wait for his word. I-I’ll take my leave now.”

You nodded, watching her scurry away so quickly as if she couldn’t wait to be out of the prince’s domain. You blinked in thought— if the servants in this wing were this jumpy around him, it didn’t bode well.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling fingers. After whispering a few reassurances to yourself, you finally raised your knuckles and knocked gently on the door.

No answer.

A few more seconds passed before you tried again, but this time you heard a deep, irritated voice call out.

“Enter.”

You gulped and planted your hands on the heavy door, pushing it open. The moment you stepped in, you held in your breath. The interior was extravagant beyond words– a room fit for royalty, as expected. 

Your enlarged eyes scanned the deluxe chamber, mouth unintentionally falling agape at all it held. But the awe immediately vanished as your gaze landed on Rin. The prince stood by a grand archtop window with his back to you, gazing down at the Aquaria Royal Gardens— which, to compare in size, were bigger than your whole village fit together.

He turned at the sound of your entrance, his sharp eyes immediately narrowing with a look of disdain. His voice was flat, yet annoyed. “Quit ogling and close the door behind you.”

It was an order, and you felt your body immediately move on its own. Your hands fumbled as you quickly shut the door, unable to keep the heat of embarrassment from rising to your cheeks. You lowered your gaze, focusing on the rosa aurora marble floor beneath you.

Rin’s eyes raked over you, his foot tapping on the floor impatiently. His eyes were just as icy as his brother’s, but where Sae had a certain aloofness, Rin’s coldness felt like a blade to the throat. He eventually crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you condescendingly, “No proper greeting?”

Your mind scrambled. “Ah..!” Your fingers gripped onto the fabric of your dress tightly as you bowed stiffly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y-Your Imperial Highness,”

He let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing a hand over his face as if the very sight of you was an inconvenience. “Horrible posture,” he muttered. “Your etiquette needs a lot of work.”

Your heart sank further, and humiliation washed over your whole face. You straightened up and pursed your lips together tightly, the words sticking to your throat like superglue, afraid that whatever you’d say next would only make matters worse.

He remained quiet and turned around, walking to the large seating area in the corner of his chamber. You hesitantly followed after him, taking a seat right beside him on the burgundy plush.

He eyed you sideways, clearly displeased. “...Really?”

“Um…” You shuffled your feet awkwardly, the fabric swishing against your ankles. “Sitting in front of you would be presumptuous of me… How dare I make eye contact with someone as great as you, given my position?”

He rolled his eyes at your words. “How audacious.”

“Oh— Your Highness, you’ve got an eyelash on your cheek,” You started, instinctively reaching out to brush it away. But before your fingers could make contact, his hand snapped out, roughly swatting yours away.

“Don’t fucking touch me, commoner scum.” He hissed.

You immediately withdrew, rubbing your stinging hand gently. You bit your bottom lip to keep quiet. “I apol—”

“Go sit in front.”

You obeyed without question, your body moving on autopilot as you rose from the sofa, taking a seat across from him. If you hadn’t the guts to defy your parents, what made you think you could defy a prince? You didn’t even have the strength to be angry; you were too preoccupied with trying to hold yourself together under his oppressive gaze.

What followed was more of an interrogation than a conversation.

“Can you read?”

“No.”

“Write?”

“No.”

“Table manners?”

“I eat with my hands.”

“... Can you do anything at all?”

Your fingers twisted nervously in your lap as you swallowed thickly, embarrassment creeping up your neck. “I can make really good vegetable soup...”

“...”

The silence stretched out, and you could feel your self-worth slowly becoming nonexistent. After a moment, he stood with a sigh, making you flinch. 

You averted your gaze to the window and you tapped your foot anxiously against the floor. You realized you were swallowing thick lumps of nothing more than usual. All his questions were glazed with layers of dripping haughtiness and it hurt when you realized how useless and worthless you were as you answered each one.

“No, this is good,” He assured, almost to himself, as he began unbuttoning his white shirt. You looked up at him, confused.

“Good?” You repeated softly.

Rin approached you with his shirt halfway undone. He stopped just in front of you, leaning down with an expression so intimidating it sent shivers sprinting down your spine. “Do you know why I chose someone as lowly and pathetic as you, peasant?”

You rubbed your clammy palms together and paused. “I think I might have an idea,” You whispered.

“Oh? Continue.”

“You want to win the public’s favour, perhaps?” you guessed carefully, “because it shows a connection to those of lower status…”

He raised a brow, “Hm. You’re smarter than you look.” He admitted.

But his next words made your blood run cold. His hands found your shoulders, his fingers gripping onto them with not much force as he leaned closer. Your gaze ashamedly darted down to his peeking sculpted chest before flicking up to his eyes.

“After I’ve become emperor instead of that shitty brother,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, “you will bear my child. Then, I’ll find a way to get rid of you.”

Your whole body was trembling as soon as his hands left your shoulders. You could feel your teeth clattering slightly as you stared at the floor, unable to speak. You tilted your head up and watched as he slowly slid off an oval-cut sapphire ring, rimmed with shimmering stones of diamond, from his finger.

“Give me your hand,” He ordered impatiently.

You nodded immediately, extending your hand in front of him with starry eyes. Without a word, he slipped the opulent band onto your ring finger, careful not to make contact with your skin. You pulled away and admired the accessory— you’d be set for a thousand lives if you sold this heavy thing.

“Thank you…” You smiled softly.

“This ring is a royal heirloom, along with one other,” He warned, pointing to the Crest engraved in the gemstone. “Do. Not. Lose. It.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at the ring, nodding quickly, “Yes… I won’t.”

“Good. Now go. The maids will show you to your chambers. Be ready for your etiquette lessons tomorrow.”

You rose from the sofa shakily, bowing once more. The difference between this man and the one you’d met earlier was staggering, and you already had a not so vague idea on who you preferred.

“Then I shall see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Your Imperial Highness.”

Your eyelids felt heavy as you tried to open them. You blinked once, twice, three times– your vision blurred with remnants of sleep before gradually sharpening into clarity. But what you saw around you was anything but familiar. 

Gone were the days of waking up to dusty cobwebs and the cracks and crevices of a wrecked ceiling that you had grown used to. Instead, your eyes met a vast, polished quartz ceiling, glistening in the morning light. Above you was a fancy chandelier, its long golden-framed vines dripping with crystals, and glass trickled down from the hooks. 

You shifted beneath your plush cover and froze for a second, because this soft sensation was just as unfamiliar. No more prickly stacks of straw or thin, rough blankets. No, today, you had woken up in luxury.

As you sat up, memories of yesterday flooded your mind. Oh, right. You were absolutely shocked when you were first led to your room. You could say you were floored by its elegance– far larger and more lavish than any room you had imagined you’d get. Though it still paled in comparison to Rin’s personal quarters, it was hard to grasp that this space was your room.

You remembered indulging yourself in a little tour last night, exploring it in awe. There was a massive walk-in closet, filled to the brim with fine dresses and gowns of rich silks and satins. Accessories like cocktail hats, jewel-studded heels, and purses of gorgeous colours, all of which you couldn’t wait to try, filled the shelves.

The grandest thing you had ever owned prior to this was a ring made of a flower’s stem.

But as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you felt a shiver run up your spine. Your heart jumped as you realized someone was in the room, and you let out a small squeak, instinctively clutching the covers.

“So you’ve finally woken up, my lady,” came a gentle, slightly amused voice.

You blinked rapidly, your gaze locking onto a pair of soft amethyst eyes. The young woman standing beside you had ginger hair that fell to her shoulders in soft curls, her pale cheeks peppered with specks of pretty freckles.

“W-Who are you…?” You asked carefully.

The woman set a pair of fluffy cotton slippers on the floor beside your bed, then gave you a small curtsy. “Eleanor, my lady. I am your lady-in-waiting.”

You slid your feet into the slippers, still feeling a little dazed. Eleanor busied herself with smoothing the bed linens as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “Meaning..?” you echoed, sitting up straighter.

She chuckled lightly. “Meaning I’ll attend to your personal needs and assist you with your duties to make sure you are well taken care of.” She gave you a smile, “You’re new to all this, aren’t you?”

You looked down at the marble bashfully, nodding your head, and admitted softly, “Yes…”

“Haha, that’s quite alright. But let’s not waste anymore time! We have to get you ready for today!”

“... Huh?”

You were absolutely pampered.

The question constantly lingered— what had you done to deserve this? Probably nothing but you were thankful that you went in the stead of your older sister.

Just a short while ago, you had been treated to the greatest bath of your life, courtesy of Eleanor. She had insisted it was part of her duty as your lady-in-waiting, but it seriously felt like a ritual reserved for queens. She skillfully massaged your muscles and rubbed your scalp with rosewater serenade. And when her hands worked authentic vanilla lather across your skin, you smelled like a warm, freshly baked biscuit. An upgrade from your baths in the river.

Currently, you were seated on a leathered stool as Eleanor combed through your hair with care. The reflection in the mirror in front could leave you gushing over yourself for hours. Your gown was a waterfall of midnight blue silk with intricate silver embroidery. Your waist was still uncomfortable from the pressure of the tight corset, but the result was definitely worth it. 

A delicate web of pearls hung from around your neck, cool against your collarbone. You absentmindedly toyed with the silver tassel earrings as Eleanor finished adding the final sprinkle of silver glitter to your styled hair.

“You look absolutely breathtaking, my lady!” She exclaimed as she clapped her hands together to dust off the excess shimmer.

You smiled admiringly, turning your head left and right. “Thank you, Eleanor. I never thought I could look like this...”

You stood from the stool, walking towards the door before her voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Wait, my lady!”

You turned, watching as she carefully presented a delicate box etched with faint leaf patterns. Nestled inside were a pristine pair of white fine lace gloves that were long enough to elegantly reach the elbows. 

“His Imperial Highness the Second Prince has ordered that you must wear these whenever you are with him,” She said quietly.

“Ah. Thanks.”

You understood. It was slightly disappointing that your fiancé would go to such lengths to avoid touching you. Was the prospect of touching you truly that distasteful to him? But you shrugged off the thought and removed your heirloom ring before sliding the gloves on. You put back the ring on top. It wasn’t everyday you got to wear something this refined. Perhaps it would be everyday from now on…

But then, the memory of Rin’s chilling words echoed through your mind. “Then, I’ll find a way to get rid of you.”

Your heart clenched and you shook your head. As long as you did as commanded, you were sure you’d be fine.

“Let’s go, Eleanor.”

Your body tensed under the penetrating gazes of the countless servants. Their stares followed you as you walked down the Main Hall of the right wing, heading towards the heart of the palace.

They weren’t even trying to hide their gossip. Why would they? Servants here were no ordinary peasants, they were people of the lowest class of nobility. Sons and daughters of Earls, Counts, Barons.

“His Highness must be smitten,” one maid said, “Just look at her dress!”

“Isn’t she from the slums?”

“And she wears the Royal Heirloom on her finger!”

“So, the rumours were true, then?”

“I heard she thought she'd be marrying the Crown Prince.”

“Pftt, That’s embarrassing.”

The hushed whispers suddenly quieted down to zero, and you assumed it was probably Eleanor’s doing because you could literally feel her piercing gaze though she was trailing respectfully behind you.

“It’s alright, Eleanor, leave them al—”

The words died in your throat the moment you caught sight of him– the man you first encountered when you arrived at the palace. He was exiting the Council Hall, deep in conversation with what looked like an advisor or high-ranking official. Your heart skipped a beat as you instinctively lifted the hem of your dress and rushed towards him.

“Your Highness!” you called out, your voice chirpier than you had intended.

He turned at the sound of your familiar voice, his eyes widening just slightly in surprise. For a fleeting moment, it seemed you had embodied the grace of a princess… had your heel not caught beneath you. You stumbled, eyes squeezing shut as you braced yourself for the fall. But instead of tasting the cold, hard floor, a pair of strong hands caught you, steadying you by your waist.

“Careful,” he warned softly, his hands lingering for just a moment before falling back to his sides. “You’re not used to heels.”

You laughed awkwardly, but you could not hide the disappointment that washed over your expression as his hands left you. “No, it’s my first time.”

He paused. His eyes stayed on you for a moment longer than they should, taking in the way your dress perfectly complimented your figure. But he realized this, and his gaze quickly shifted to the golden deer emblem mounted on the wall.

“You… look different,” He continued, rubbing the back of his neck.

The hall suddenly felt hot, or maybe it was just the heat radiating from your face. You dipped your head, fiddling with your clad fingers. “Oh, do I…?” you sputtered softly, but you silently cursed yourself for replying in such an awkward manner. Of course you looked different!

“Ahem,” Eleanor chimed in, coughing into her fist dramatically. “Not to interrupt, but I hear some alarming footsteps…”

“If you slack off one more fucking time, I’ll display your decapitated head on a pike to serve as an example for your pathetic kind!” a voice yelled from behind.

Rin stepped out the Council Hall, his face an angry scowl as he finished lashing at the minister who scurried away like a frightened animal. His eyes then flickered towards you and his older brother, and his expression soured further.

He turned to look at your lady-in-waiting, speaking sternly. “I thought I told you to bring her to my study,”

“We were on our way, Your Imperial Highness,” Eleanor responded politely, bowing her head.

“Incompetent.”

Rin’s attention shifted to you, noticing the lacey white covering up to your elbows. Without warning, he inched forward and closed the distance between you, his hand snaking around your waist. You tensed as his not unwelcome grip pulled you closer, your palm instinctively flying up to settle on his chest. You looked up at him gently, hesitantly, but his eyes weren’t on you– they were locked on his older brother.

He eyed his brother suspiciously, “What are you still doing here?” He asked. “Shouldn’t you be preparing for your trip to Berlina?” 

“Berlina…?” You repeated in confusion.

“The Kingdom of Sorcery and Magic,” Eleanor quickly whispered into your ear, leaning in with her palm covering her mouth.

Sae’s expression remained indifferent, clearly unbothered. “Shouldn’t you be focusing on more important matters right now?” He let his eyes wander lazily towards your hand on Rin’s chest before he smirked. “Like… sharpening your embarrassingly inadequate swordsmanship skills?”

Rin’s face contorted in anger and his neck flushed a deep red. His grip on your shoulder tightened just enough to make you wince. “You bastard… You’ll regret this.” He seethed through clenched teeth. 

The Second Prince glanced back at Eleanor in disgust, “You’re dismissed.”

He looked back at you, noticing your extravagant dress, before furrowing his brows. “The dress you’re wearing is too fancy for a day with no important occasion.”

You glanced down at your blue gown and shrugged. “Eleanor chose it for me,”

“Who?”

“—I personally think it suits her just right.” Sae broke in suddenly, wearing a smirk on his face as though he found pleasure in annoying his younger brother.

Rin narrowed his eyes at him. “Who asked for your opinion? And what were you two talking about, anyway?”

The Crown Prince hummed, leaning against the wall behind him. “Let’s see. Well, I told her she looked different, and helped her up when she tripped on her heels.”

“Tch.”

“But be careful,” Sae’s lips twitched into a small grin, his gaze drifting to meet your eyes. “keep your eyes on this beauty else I might steal her from you. Isn’t that right, my lady?”

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“Your Highness, even if you joke around like that, I don’t think my heart can take it–” you whispered, and Sae chuckled lightly, though Rin quickly pulled you behind him.

“That’s enough, stay away from her.” He glared, barely affecting Sae. “Your little jokes aren’t funny.”

“Who said I was joking?” The eldest quipped nonchalantly, and Rin just rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go.” He exasperated, holding onto your wrist and dragging you alongside him.

As his hand guided you away, you looked over your shoulder, searching for a familiar pair of tourmaline eyes. Ones identical to those of your fiancé’s. But instead, all you saw was a broad back and auburn hair shifting as he walked away in the opposite direction.

Rin slammed his fist against the hardwood of his desk. That interaction seemed to have spilled gasoline to the blue flames in his eyes, which were already burning with rage. “That bastard thinks he can keep playing games with me!”

You remained still, hands folded patiently over your abdomen. The last thing you wanted to do was provoke him further.

After a tense silence, Rin let out a sigh and collapsed into the plush seat behind his desk. “It’s alright,” he began, his voice softening just slightly. His gaze locked onto you in a way that made blood rush quicker through your veins. “You’re my ticket to becoming the emperor—” He leaned forward. “I need you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at those words, but you knew not to expect much. Still, you mustered a sweet smile. “I’ll do my best, Your Highness. You were mentioning today’s schedule…?”

He leaned back, propping his arm on the armrest. “Right. My father is holding our engagement ball next week. Every noble house will be there to congratulate us. In the week leading up to it, you will perfect your manners and court etiquette. Understood?”

You gulped hard as a huge bag of responsibility was suddenly thrown onto your back. A week? To not work on, but perfect everything?

“...Understood.”

—

“... After you master public speaking skills,” Rin went on, “you’ll focus on formal dining etiquette. I don’t want you embarrassing me by eating with your hands. Then, you’ll have dancing lessons and study Royal Dress standards. You also need to be familiar with Aquaria’s history, diplomacy, and customs– especially royal protocols and responsibilities, and….”

His voice continued on, listing task after task. Your head was spinning, and you thought you were going to faint and collapse to the ground. This wasn’t the fairytale you’d imagined. You signed up for the fun part of being a princess— the ballgowns and the makeup, and maybe kissing the prince. This was a chore, the kind that made growing carrots and potatoes seem like heaven in comparison.

“By the end of this week, I expect you to be flawless. I’ve brought in the best tutors for reading, writing, and everything else– all that easy stuff. Do not disappoint me.”

You nodded automatically, but not before adding an innocent thought that had slipped into your mind, in a slightly sarcastic manner. “Have you perfected your swordplay, though?”

Now the temperature in the room seemed to drop down to zero as he bore his narrowed eyes at you. You felt a cold shiver run up all your bones, and your knees weakened. “You think you’re funny don’t you? Do you really want to play this game with me?”

Your bravado crumbled. “N-No…”

“Then get some rest,” he ordered. “Your training starts this afternoon.”

You nodded and quietly turned to leave the study.

Six long days had passed by since your lessons began. Six mentally and physically exhausting days.

Your dance instructor was a strict middle aged lady with sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue, who worked you till your feet were bruised. She made you balance books and vases on top of your head as you marched back and forth, her shrill voice cutting you off whenever your posture was horrible, or when you mixed up the steps for a dance made for another song. Although you loathed her guts, you couldn’t deny the significant improvement of your poise.

The dinner etiquette lessons, however, offered a time-out from that hag. Yes, you learned the basics of formal dining– how to keep your elbows off the table, chew with your mouth closed, use the silver utensils correctly, and pat your lips clean with the patterned napkins. But, the best part, or reward, was tasting the delicacies they served. Truffles, lobster coated with butter, and tender lamb chops. And then there were the fancy desserts– macarons pumped with ganache filling, puff pastry, tartelette au citron, éclair au chocolat, and more.

All of which you had never dreamt of tasting in your life, you who had never tasted anything more luxurious than a loaf of bread.

You also learned how to read and write, not for the reasons you preferred, but good nonetheless. You had found a particular fondness for the history lessons, which were not tedious at all. You were focused at all times much to your mentor’s surprise. Learning about the Royal family’s reign— how they had ruled over neighboring lands for centuries, managing resources, trade, and finance— fascinated you.

But your ears always managed to tune in and pick up the subtle gossip rotating among the maids and servants in the halls and libraries, so you had learned a few things.

The two princes were locked in a one-sided rivalry. One was fighting crystal and pickaxe for the crown, while the true heir showed little interest in the throne he was destined to inherit.

Sae, the eldest, wasn’t just entitled to the crown by birthright. He excelled at everything– swordplay, defense, archery, and horseback riding for royal ceremonies or simple trips to cities. His skills were polished to literal perfection. Rin, on the other hand, was skilled, but not extraordinary. He always lived in the shadow of his brother.

Yet Rin’s desire to become emperor wasn’t merely a wish— it was a burning, desperate need, an ambition to prove himself worthy. To finally win against Sae.

Killing his brother, of course, was out of the question— such an act would be treason. Besides, Rin didn’t just want him gone; he wanted Sae to see the moment when he ascended the throne, to admit defeat, to acknowledge that Rin had bested him.

Rin believed that the key to winning favour with their father—the current emperor—and the people was to flaunt his achievements, which, to remention, were not as good as Sae’s. But his sharp tongue and cold demeanor made it difficult for him to win many hearts. Sae learned to place a mask behind his foul words, whereas Rin still struggled to.

And that’s where you came into the picture.

You weren’t just his fiancée; you were part of his strategy. He’ll show you off before the court and the public, showcasing to the world how he transformed a mere commoner, a peasant, into someone of worth. 

You came from a disgusting, needy village, yet now you stood in royal fits. To Rin, you were a symbol showing his ability to elevate those beneath him. A tool to gain the favour of the people. You could read and write now, you were beautiful, and in the eyes of the kingdom, you had the potential to become the empress one day— if, of course, Rin managed to seize the crown from his brother.

—

It was late at night, and the moon’s natural light filtered through your curtains. You moved to your huge window and brushed aside the rosegold-embroidered fabric as you peered down at the Royal Gardens. The view was similar to that of Rin’s, since your chambers were three spare rooms away from each other.

You were exhausted, but you always had time to admire the water spilling down elegantly from the angel sculptures’ stone lips, or the beautiful shrubs clipped into topiaries. 

But all the exhaustion you felt moments ago suddenly vanished when your eyes caught sight of someone unexpected. 

It was the Crown Prince. You had seen Sae around the palace during these tiring six days, and you’ve engaged in many small talks with him without Rin’s knowledge. Conversations flew naturally with him, he asked you about your life before the engagement, and though you were initially hesitant, you found yourself speaking openly with him. There was a strange ease to Sae that, oddly enough, only you seemed to feel.

You stared at him a bit too long, your gaze almost boring a hole into him, and he sensed it.

Pivoting on his heel, he made direct eye contact with you from below. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and you hurriedly pulled the curtain closed. But he could still see your silhouette, and when you peeked your head out slightly from the curtain, you could’ve sworn you’d seen him chuckle.

With a quick gesture of his hand, he beckoned you down to the gardens. Your pretty eyes widened, but you found yourself nodding eagerly with no hesitation. How could you refuse?

—

Panting softly between giggles, you rested your hands on your knees.

“I can’t believe you ran to meet me in your… nightgown,” Sae remarked, his lips curving into a subtle smirk.

You straightened and boldly stepped closer until you were only centimeters away from him. Your eyes twinkled in the moonlight, and you shone a smile brighter than la lune. 

Sae’s breath caught in his throat as your face came full view and he felt his body still. You were Rin’s fiancée– he shouldn't be looking at you like this. But the glow of moonlight was making it hard…

“... You’re beautiful,” the words slipped out naturally.

Heat flooded the sweet curves of your cheeks at the way he said it so casually, so suddenly. Your gaze dropped to the freshly cut grass, your fingers nervously tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“Thank you,” you muttered quietly, your voice barely above a hush.

Silence followed. But comfortable, nonetheless. Then, you noticed his hand, palm up and waiting in front of you. You blinked up at him in confusion.

“I am aware that I am in no position to do this, but…” He paused, “May I have this dance?”

Your eyebrows shot up comically in surprise, glistening doe eyes widening for the hundredth time tonight. Your heart was thumping so fast you thought it might burst from your chest, and you feared he might hear it.

It was risky, you knew that. If Rin were awake, he might have been watching from his window– his chambers were so close to yours. You knew how much he enjoyed looking from his window from the time you’ve spent together in the past week. But, he had dismissed you earlier to rest and this moment alone with Sae was tempting.

Hesitantly, your hand hovered over his before relaxing and letting it fall in his grasp. You met his gaze, and you shyly whispered, 

“I know we’re not supposed to be doing this… but I want to.” Your fingers intertwined with his, and you smiled softly. “May I have this honour, Your Imperial Highness the Crown Prince?”

Sae glanced down at your hand weaved between his fingers. His brows furrowed in a frown, and a wave of panic washed over you. You literally felt your heart leap out of your chest. Had you overstepped your boundaries?

“I was only kidd—”

But instead of pulling away, he gently hooked his finger under the wristband of your glove, sliding it off your hand. You felt warmth bloom across your cheeks as he slowly removed the other glove too, making sure to leave his touch lingering on your bare skin.

“You don’t need to wear these ridiculous gloves to bed,” he said, “It’s unnecessary.”

Your cœur fluttered. “I… I just forgot,” you mumbled, embarrassed. 

He rolled his eyes, but his lips quirked into a smile as he clasped your now bare hand, while the other found its place on your waist. The fabric of your silk nightgown was thin, and his touch felt intimate, direct, and you could feel his fingertips pressing lightly against your skin.

He led you in a slow dance gracefully under the protective gaze of the serene moon, delicately spinning you before your arms naturally draped around his neck. His hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer. He looked so good, he smelled so good, his touch so gentle. You wanted him.

“Do you like these gardens?” He asked suddenly, giving you another twirl.

You nodded, lacing your fingers in his. “I do. It’s quiet. The palace can be… overwhelming.”

Sae raised a brow, “Overwhelming, huh? For someone like you, I suppose it would be.”

The words stung slightly, but there was no malice in his voice. You dared to meet the eyes you came to adore, “And you? Why are you here, Your Highness?”

He paused, then turned slightly. “I’m avoiding another council meeting. You’d be surprised how tedious it can be listening to old men argue for hours on end.”

You laughed softly, and for a brief moment, his eyes softened. He pointed toward a part of the garden in the distance. “Come with me,” he said simply. 

You followed, trembling as the Crown Prince led you with his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist. When you came to a stop, your breath caught in awe. Before you were roses of every shade– deep crimson, soft peach, porcelain white, and candy pink.

“They’re gorgeous,” you gasped.

“Right.” Sae bent down and plucked a single red rose from the bush, turning to you with a small, rare smile. “The red ones are my favorite,” he murmured, carefully tucking the rose into your hair.

You smiled sheepishly, gently patting the rose he’d placed. “They remind me of strawberry ja—”

“They remind me of blood,” he interrupted with a casual voice.

You blinked, startled by his answer. “R-Right.”

He chuckled softly, rubbing the area around his neck. “I can see why Rin chose you.”

You looked at him for a few seconds before quickly shaking your head. “He didn’t choose me, he just wanted any girl from our clan. My older sister was supposed to go, but I went in her stead. Besides, I’m nothing special… just convenient.”

“Convenient?” His gaze darkened slightly before his hand came up to rest on your chin. “...Don’t sell yourself short. You’re more than that.”

Your head quickly tilted down and you began to fiddle with your fingers, then with the simple lace adorning your neck. “Your Highness– stop saying things that make my heart, I don’t know, hurt?”

“Oh?” He placed his hands gently on your cheeks and you looked up at him lovingly. “That isn’t good for Rin, is it?”

You shook your head, “No, it isn’t. But he doesn’t make me feel this way.” You boldly placed your palms on his shoulders and stood on your tippy toes, and as soon as he leaned down slightly in approval, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

He tapped his forehead against yours and smiled. His heart was beating a bit quicker, and he found it dangerous. “Well, I’m afraid I must leave now.” He drawled.

Your heart sank a little, your ethereal eyes flicking down. You nodded slowly, “Thank you for your time, Your Highness.”

He looked down at you, his expression softening. Slowly, he lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss to your skin. “It was a pleasure, my lady.”

If he couldn’t hear your heart thundering in your chest one thousand miles per hour moments ago, then he sure could now. As he disappeared, you placed your hand over your chest, rubbing over the spot where he’d kissed.

It seemed like Sae had yet again bested Rin in a game neither had realized they were playing.

Tonight was your engagement ball, the grand celebration that would officially announce your impending marriage to Rin.

You were both in his chamber, dressed fully in fancy outfits. He wore an elegant white attire adorned with the brooch of Aquaria and a navy blue sash draped across his chest. You wore a pitch black gown embroidered with gold, matching gloves, and heavy golden jewelry that Rin had exclusively bought for you. 

The party had already begun downstairs, the grand ballroom filled with the most important guests from across the empire. But the grand entrance of the soon-to-be bride and groom had to wait for the Emperor’s speech, set to occur an hour after the festivities commenced.

“It’s a lunar eclipse,” you mused admiringly, leaning against the window. The moon, bloody red from the umbra, hung in the night sky ominously. “I’ve read about the phenomenon in the Royal Library. The stars look so close… they look like they could fall right into our hands.”

Rin rolled his eyes and walked closer to you, resting his hand on your further shoulder. He stared out the window in boredom. “How poetic,” he muttered sarcastically. “Even the moon is congratulating us tonight.”

You turned your gaze from the sky to him, your hand gently smoothing out a small wrinkle on his sash. “It’s time, isn’t it? We should head to the Ballroom.”

He grumbled in response, pushing your hand aside as if your touch was unnecessary. 

The intricate grandfather clock suddenly chimed loudly. Midnight had arrived.

Tick.

“In the Twilight of the Eclipsing Red Moon…”

Tick.

“When Stars Align and Shadows Loom…”

Tick.

A strange voice seemed to rise from nowhere. You flinched visibly, a shiver creeping up your spine as the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You quickly found Rin’s hand and grasped it tightly. 

“D-Did you hear that?” You shuddered, voice trembling.

He raised an eyebrow. “Hear what? You’re imagining things.”

You shook your head, swallowing hard. “No… I swear, I heard something– like a voice. It was…”

He scoffed, shaking his head dismissively. “It’s just the clock ticking. Don’t start getting all nervous on me now.” His grip tightened around your hand, but you doubted it was for your comfort. “You’re going to be on your best performance for me, Got it?”

You hesitantly nodded, your gaze lingering on the moon for a few more seconds. The red, eerie glow still haunted your thoughts. You reluctantly turned away, looping your arm through Rin’s to exit the chamber and enter the grandeur.

“Yes…”

“And I want to thank you all once more for attending tonight’s ball,” The Emperor’s proclamation boomed from behind the closed doors. The attention of every soul present was on him. “I would now like to announce the formal entry of The Second Prince of Aquaria, and his fiancée, a soon-to-be princess, Y/N!”

The large doors, decorated with orchids and bloody red roses, parted dramatically to reveal you and Rin hand in hand. The Royal Guards on each side immediately stiffened and raised gloved hands to their head in salute. 

The aristocrats hushed immediately and their eyes followed as you both stepped onto the red carpet, descending the grand staircase and heading towards the two thrones.

You halted just below the steps of the thrones, immediately lowering your head in a bow of respect alongside Rin.

“Greetings, Your Imperial Majesties,” you murmured, lifting your head as you learned to.

“... Thank you, Father, Mother,” Rin’s voice followed formally.

Your gaze shifted towards the Empress. You particularly loved her as her lovely crimson hair always seemed to remind you of Sae. Oh, speaking of the Crown Prince, where was he? You hadn’t caught a glimpse of him yet. 

You turned your head, eyes subtly scanning the room in search of a distinct redhead. And in the corner of your eye, you found him leaning casually against a balcony pillar, arms folded over his chest and eyes closed.

Your gaze softened at the sight of him before refocusing on the mob of aristocratic ladies and noblemen that had rushed to circle your betrothed as soon as the Imperial Greetings were over. They approached and offered smiles under snobby and vexing expressions, backhanded compliments under the guise of praise.

“Such a refreshing choice, Your Imperial Highness!” A brunette lady gibed, fanning herself with an elegant fan as she slyly smirked, “You’ve truly outdone us all in… originality.”

A Lord chuckled beside her, his laugh insufferably pompous. “I must say, Your Highness, I certainly admire you embracing such humble roots! A prince of the people! Ho ho ho!”

“I’m glad we have such a reliable prince who values all his subjects equally!”

“It is odd that His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince hasn’t found a lady yet.” One brought up.

An Earl added, “That’s true. He’s supposed to step up to the throne sooner or later. He needs an heir once he becomes Emperor.”

You squeezed Rin’s hand discreetly as he bit his lip in frustration at the mention of his brother. He needed to restrain himself at least this one time. 

“I appreciate your sentiments–” he began, but faltered for a split second. “No I fucking don—” You squeezed his hand again, giving him a gentle nudge, and he cleared his throat. “Your support is reassuring,” he finished with a strained smile.

As your fiancé continued chatting with the backhanded nobles, your attention kept drifting towards Sae, stealing quick glances every now and then. He had begun conversing with a group of higher officials and ministers, likely discussing Berlina, The Kingdom of Sorcery and Magic that he had frequented many times to strengthen the Empire’s growing alliances.

Loud enchanting music began to play from the orchestra and many already established couples began to dance in the center. Expensive and rare gifts began to pile at your feet, congratulatory offerings from various guests. Rin accepted them indifferently and reluctantly offered his thanks with as much enthusiasm as the stone sculptures that lined the ballroom.

“This jewel was found in the Ancient land of Topion and is thought to bring good fortune!”

“This exotic bird from Elakis produces gold everytime it sings!”

“This sword is forged by a legendary ghost smith whose body lives in the volcanic depths of Loo!”

You froze when Sae stepped forward as the next gifter, and it seemed like the entire room was also holding its breath. He approached, your widened eyes drifting down to the elegant box in his hand. He opened it, revealing an intricate necklace with shimmering, round pearls.

“An authentic pearl necklace crafted by the Merman Emperor of Eau.” Sae presented with his usual calm demeanor, making it hard to believe that he had spent days negotiating with the merman to create a necklace exclusively suitable for you.

Your mouth parted in surprise, and the words tumbled out. “Oh– thank you! It’s… beautiful.”

Rin rolled his eyes, gently fisting your hair and lifting it to expose your neck. “You didn’t have to do that,” He hissed through gritted teeth, looking at Sae with teal eyes that crinkled in hate.

Sae met his brother’s glare with a simple hum, fastening the beaded necklace around your neck. You bit your lip tightly as his touch lingered on your skin, looking down at the pearls that beautifully settled against your collarbone. “That would be disrespectful to you both, I’m afraid,” He said. “Even Our Father, the Emperor, has offered her pleasantries.”

Rin clicked his tongue and looked back at you, wrapping his arm possessively around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, catching you by surprise. The Crown Prince narrowed his eyes at the gesture.

“Come on, darling,” Rin emphasized as he spat out the term of endearment, though he internally cringed and wanted the ballroom to rupture and swallow him whole. The pet name left a bitter taste at the tip of his tongue. “It’s time for our dance.”

You nodded, your lips parting to speak, but, “Of course, Your High—”

“The Great’s Fate is Sealed in the Veil of Night…”

That haunting voice again. Your ears were ringing. You quickly squeezed your eyes shut and froze in your tracks.

“...By the Hand of One from Mystic Light.”

“I-It’s the voice again!” You whimpered, hands flying to your ears in a desperate attempt to block out the sound. “I hear it!”

Rin scoffed loudly, glancing left and right at the guests who were exchanging confused looks. Sae, on the other hand, seemed out of it, with half-closed, bleary eyes.

“Quit it, you fool!” Rin cursed in annoyance, his patience snapping. He grabbed you by your shoulders and yanked you to his chest away from their judgemental gazes.

“Voice? I don’t hear anything,” a lady whispered.

“Neither do I,” someone else chimed in.

A voice snickered, “She said ‘again’.”

“His Imperial Highness must be marrying someone with auditory hallucinations.” The words stung as they left another noble’s mouth.

Then, in an instant, the ballroom plunged into darkness as the bright chandeliers went out. The ballroom was only illuminated by the glow of a large bolt of lightning, and a thunder rattled so violently it deafened you and shook the windows. When the bulbs flickered back on, a shrill lady’s voice pierced the silent room.

“T-The Crown Prince! He’s not moving!”

All eyes shot to Sae, who lay motionless and graceful on the floor, hand on top of hand. He looked calm, as though he was merely resting. 

You gasped in fear, hands flying to your mouth as you tried to stay balanced on your feet. Rin’s eyes in particular were the widest. The atmosphere in the room immediately shifted to terror as everyone noticed the ink-blue vines creeping slowly up his neck, thorn designs wrapping themselves around his throat.

“T-That’s… Alexis’ Curse!” The Emperor panicked.

You had read about it. Alexis’ Curse—an ancient legend of a wizard scorned by love. His heart had been shattered by the daughter of a shoemaker, Michelle Kaiser, who had chosen her Earl lover over him. She always refused Alexis’ advances, and the gifts he’d always present. 

Enraged, Alexis had cursed the Earl, condemning him to a fate of eternal sleep unless the one he loved kissed him to break the spell. The curse wasn't one of eternal youth, however—the body continued to age, to decay, until there was nothing left but ugly bones. 

But because Alexis had disposed of his inked body in his tower, the Earl had died alone, Michelle never finding him.

The curse had become a myth, that Alexis’ wrath was aimed at those of high status, warning them of the dangers of meddling with those beneath them. 

But the nobles’ faces were literally drained of colour because what had once been myth was now terrifyingly real, before their very eyes.

It had been a few weeks since the disaster during your engagement party.

They had sealed Sae’s lifeless body deep in a chamber within the Main Palace’s basement. You attempted sneaking in multiple times, but you failed– the entry was heavily guarded and there was too much risk. And besides, if slipping past your lady-in-waiting wasn’t hard enough, Rin had become increasingly possessive as the possibility of being promoted to Crown Prince rose. That is if he was elected as so in the Royal Committee Meeting.

He was proud enough that he’d permit small acts of closeness– letting you remove your gloves when in his presence, even sharing his chamber. So, you would never risk waking him up while trying to sneak into the basement.

You recalled the aftermath of the disastrous ball vividly:

—

“I never knew he was so pathetic,” Rin sneered that night, running a hand through his dark hair before resting it at your throat and squeezing lightly. “Falling in love with you? A commoner? He must be out of his mind.”

He chuckled as he released you, pulling you into his chest.

“The whole Empire is so stupid. They think he fell in love with someone else. But it’s better this way.”

—

Yet despite Rin’s actions, your thoughts remained with Sae. You’d spent the weeks caring for Celestia, his white mare, as well as tending to Rin’s black stallion which he had never bothered to give a name to. You learned from the stable workers that Celestia was the mother of the charcoal horse.

Tonight, however, a once in a red moon opportunity presented itself. Your fiancé was away on royal business in Yelund, negotiating financial matters with their government in place of the Crown Prince. You took this chance, knowing it was the only one, and decided to sneak out.

You left your chamber, clutching a cage with a rat you’d found in the servants residence. You made your way through the darkened corridors until you reached the entrance of the basement. You hid yourself behind a large stone pillar and took a deep breath, tossing a small block of cheese across the room as a distraction. 

The guards were alarmed by the subtle noise and quickly whipped their heads and ran towards the sound. You bit your lip in concentration— everything was going according to your plan. You quickly released the rat from its cage, watching it scurry across the concrete, and silently slipped into the Royal basement. You sighed in relief as you heard a guard's voice.

“Oh, it’s just a rat. Guards, get back into position.”

—

You slid off your heels so that your bare feet barely made a sound as they grazed the stone steps of the staircase. The basement wasn’t very illuminated if not for the dim candles that hung on the wall, and the stench was not horrible as you thought it would be. Instead, it smelled like preserved jasmine.

You were at the last step when you put your hand on the concrete wall, trying to catch your breath.

At the bottom, in the center of the relatively smaller room, stood a rectangular crystal glass box. Inside it, Sae lay perfectly still. The sight of him made your gaze soften and your heart clench as if it was put in a meat slicer. His skin was pale, but it was bolded, in contrast, by the inky blue vines tracing thorn and rose patterns across his body. 

His cheeks and ears were faintly flushed by a baby pink dust, and his lips looked so soft, so gentle, so inviting. Stray strands of his red hair lay on the cushion beneath him, his long lashes resting against his cheekbones.

You were aching as you approached the enclosure. Your fingers trembled as you pressed them to the glass, your breath slightly fogging the surface. Tears blurred your vision as they began to roll down your cheeks, and you leaned down to gently caress his cheek with your bare hand, feeling the coolness of his skin.

You sniffled and your palms went to rub your glossy eyes, before you straightened up and curled your fingers on the glass in a tight grip. He looked beautiful, you thought, with roses that matched his hair colour surrounding him all over.

“Your Imperial Highn— no, Sae—” you whispered, “I… I love you, too.”

You cupped his face with quivering hands, your thumbs rubbing sweet circles on his skin as you contorted your body awkwardly to reach him. The glass was positioned high, at your waist’s level, so you had to twist your body and bend to touch him intimately.

Sae remained unmoving, yet you had hoped that somewhere deep within his slumber, he could sense your touch, or the sincerity of your unsteady voice confessing your reciprocated love.

As you leaned in to kiss him, that same sharp voice that you always hear yet again cut through your ears, and you instinctively covered them with your hands for protection.

“But From the Dust of Forgotten Lands,”

Your heart thumped faster in your chest as you tried to shake it off.

“Shall Rise a Heart with Common Hands,”

Beads of cold sweat trickled down your temple— you could never get used to the voice, no matter how many times you’d heard it.

“With Lips of Rose and Spirit Warm,”

Your hands fisted at the cotton under Sae, inhaling deeply before bending down until your face was inches away from his.

“To Bring the Order, End the Storm.”

Your lips hesitantly hovered over his mouth before you fluttered your eyes shut and pressed them against his in a kiss. Your lips together were so soft, yet they weren’t moving against each other like a mutual kiss would. They locked seamlessly in a way that felt strangely natural, as if the pair were made for each other. 

Your lips lingered against his for a few seconds, and you wanted to relish the moment more, but you felt a subtle shift in Sae’s body. A faint flinch, almost imperceptible, ran through him, and the blue roses on his skin suddenly began to glow.

You pulled back before you could fully comprehend what was even happening, your lips just brushing his as you turned and sprinted towards the stairs. Fortunately, the guards on duty were in the midst of a shift exchange, so you assumed you had gone off flawlessly.

But not entirely.

A certain awakened man had caught a glimpse of your hair as it bounced during your escape.

The first light of morning stabbed your eyes, and they fluttered open abruptly as you realized Rin’s hands were on your shoulders, shaking you harshly. His face was itched in a deep scowl, his breath hot against your skin.

“What the fuck is all this about? This is what I come back to, you fucking whore?” He fumed venomously.

You blinked in confusion– your head was still fogged with sleep, after all. 

“W-What..?”

—

The usual tranquility of the whole palace was broken by hurried, squeaky footsteps and frantic voices. News of the Crown Prince’s revival had spread like wildfire through the Royal Quarters: the sleeping prince had defeated the curse and had awakened after only a few mere weeks.

The servants and maids rushed through the hallways, scrambling to prepare for what would be an unexpected audience. Gossips and rumours flowed through every corridor of the palace faster than the head maid brewing herbal tea in preparation for noble guests.

And in the Royal Gardens outside, hundreds to near thousands of noblemen and noblewomen who were alerted of the Sae’s revival gathered, dressed in their finest dresses and suits. 

Oh, you were so fucked.

—

“M-My lady, this isn’t good!” Eleanor cried as she ran into your room, “Hundreds of guests have arrived in the Throne room, and both princes are there too! His Imperial Majesty is now urgently awaiting your presence!”

Your hands instinctively wrapped around your abdomen, and you suddenly felt nauseous. Your body shook slightly, your teary eyes fixing themselves on the ground. You loved Sae, you really did, but doubt was gnawing at your organs. Kissing him felt right in that moment, yet you were starting to regret ever doing it. 

What if he didn’t want your help? What if your peasant lips had tainted him? What if he didn’t want you?

“I… I don’t want to go,” you hiccuped, walking around your room in circles. “I’m so stupid, I should have never—”

“No, my lady,” She interrupted gently. “You must.”

You gulped and nodded hesitantly. Rin’s anger lingered in your mind like salt and pepper— his eyes were boiling over with rage, his face tinted a deep crimson red. You had never seen him like that, and now, as you stepped into the crowd gathered in the grand hall, all heads turned to look at you in a way that made you even more uncomfortable.

But the Emperor, however, did not seem angry. Weird enough, he looked elated for reasons you couldn’t yet pinpoint.

As Eleanor had said, Rin and Sae were both present, standing opposite each other like the rivals they were. Rin was struggling to contain the way he was absolutely fuming, while Sae was blatantly staring at you with no intention of hiding it. Unlike the way you usually reacted to the Crown Prince’s gaze, you felt rather nervous, flexing and unflexing your fingers.

You pinched the fabric of your simple gown and bowed low, and the thin patterns of the marble floor never seemed so interesting.

“Greetings, Your Imperial Majesty,” you addressed. 

The Emperor nodded in acknowledgment, before turning his attention to Sae expectantly. “My son.”

“Yes, father.”

Before your wracked mind could process what was happening, Sae suddenly began striding toward you. Rin was a considerable distance away from you but he also furrowed his brows in confusion. A million thoughts started to run through his mind and he felt the unease creeping up his spine. Had they planned something behind his back?

Sae came to a stop in front of you, and your breath caught in your throat as you felt his arms, so muscular despite being under layers of hand-crafted clothing, loop around your waist and pull you close. Your face pressed against his chest, and your hands awkwardly hung near your sides despite being desperate to place themselves in places they’d beg to touch.

Loud gasps and surprised awes of the hundreds of uninvited, stunned guests echoed throughout the large room.

“Hey, what the heck–?” Rin suddenly snapped, biting down on his lip so hard that blood seeped out, the iron leaving a metallic taste on his tongue.

He didn’t like you, not really, but he had finally claimed something– someone that his older brother desired, and now it felt as though Sae was taking you from him. 

It irritated him to no end, the way Sae’s hand gently patted your hair and the way you sheepishly smiled into his suit like an idiot– who the heck did you think you were? How could you? How fucking dare you?

And more importantly, why was the Emperor fine with this? Why was he chuckling so carelessly akin to the circus’ fool? What was going on?

But your mind was already in Saturn. You were lost in the Crown Prince’s musky scent and the oh-so-delicate taps of his fingers on your head, and when you heard that voice again, you closed your eyes knowingly and smiled for the first time in what felt like forever.

“A Crown of Old Shall Find its Grace,”

“In the Embrace of a Simple Face.”

“Y/N.” Sae’s voice broke through your thoughts and the voices of gossip in the crowd died down instantly. He tilted your chin up gently, thumbs caressing your face sweetly before his hands found their place on your cheeks.

Your eyes darted left and right nervously, avoiding his gaze. He'd never called you by your first name before. You shook those thoughts away and met his gaze. “Yes…?”

“You know,” He started, “To break the curse, the feeling of love must be mutual…”

Your cradled head nodded in his hands in embarrassment, and you felt heat creep up from your neck to your ears. “I’m aware,”

“So?”

Your eyes widened and immediately snapped down to the floor, watching your simple heels shuffling softly. You couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped past your lips, and you only hoped that no one had heard that. You looked up at him affectionately.

“I love you…” Your voice dripped like melted caramel on his tongue, so sweet.

He smiled– a real, genuine smile that no one besides you could see– and leaned down, whispering an “I love you too,” before sealing his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle, and you let out a soft sigh as your fingers curled onto the rich fabric, gripping onto his attire tightly. His lips were warm as they moved against yours, unlike the cold, unmoving lips that you had claimed a while back. 

When you finally pulled away, your eyes fluttered open, dazed with bleary eyes, little hearts seemingly etched into your pupils.

The crowd erupted into cheers and gasps, and maybe a few rolls of the eyes and glares from jealous noblewomen or daughters of Lords who had hoped to have Sae all to themselves, though you barely registered anything.

Why would anything matter, when you were here, openly in his arms?

“His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince is in love with his soon-to-be sister-in-law? This is hot news!”

“The Second Prince didn’t love her anyway.”

“He didn’t? But was it really a marriage of convenience, then?”

“No way, he must have been in love. What’s there to gain from a commoner?”

“But what could a village girl like her possibly offer the Crown Prince?”

The Emperor suddenly rose from his golden throne and stepped down the carpeted stairs, standing in the center. He cleared his throat and raised his scepter high in the air.

“I, the Emperor of the Royal Empire of Aquaria, officially dissolve the engagement between Y/N and the Second Prince, and announce the engagement between her and the Crown Prince!”

Rin’s eyes twitched. His fists clenched tighter by his sides, knuckles white and nails digging deep into his palms. He felt humiliated in front of so many people, but it is said that what goes around comes around. 

“Huh? But Father, she's—” Rin began, but the Emperor turned his head and shot him a threatening glare. 

“Emperor’s order.” With a voice that sharp, there was no possible room for argument.

You also stood frozen, mouth hanging open in disbelief as you blinked at the Emperor in the distance. But Sae’s fingers tipped your chin back up and his lips latched onto yours in a bold, open-mouthed kiss.

“Look at me,” he murmured as he pulled back slightly to look at you, his breath warm against your skin.

Your breath hitched, your gaze locking onto his. “Your Highness… I can’t believe this is happening,” You whisper-yelled in excitement, your hands waving around uncertainly.

He gently poked your cheeks. “You’ll take my last name since you don’t have one.”

You pinched yourself to check if this was all just a dream. If it was, you didn’t want to wake up. But it was all too real. The Crown Prince was now your fiancé. You were going to be the Crown Princess, and eventually, the Empress. And you were going to take his last name because commoners do not have the privilege of family names.

And despite everything, you strangely felt no deep remorse. You had slightly opened up to and grown fond of Rin in the past few weeks– he had those moments, but with you in his brother’s arms right now, you felt something different. You felt bad, but at the same time you didn’t. It wasn’t guilt. It was more complicated, but in the end, you didn’t dwell on it. You didn’t need to.

Rin stood in his spot motionless like a fallen angel’s statue, face hidden by a brush of his dark bangs. His eyes were fixed on the floor and his hands were clutching onto his pants like if he removed them hell would break loose.

His plan had backfired on him. Initially, he had chosen you, a commoner, as his fiancée to gain favour with the people, to appeal to the majority of Aquaria’s population, who were commoners themselves. It seemed like a strategic move at the time. His father, the Emperor, was known for his peculiar love for equality and would occasionally volunteer in villages, much to his dismay. Rin had believed marrying you would show his alignment with his father’s baffling… values, and would increase his chances of becoming the next ruler.

But no. His darn prodigy of a brother had bested him once again. Sae was better at everything: swordplay, horse riding, diplomacy, even winning nobles’ hearts. And now, his brother had not only fallen in love with his fiancée, a dumb commoner from the slums that he had chosen to boost his image, but also managed to make her fall heads over heels for him as well.

If that hadn’t infuriated him enough, he despised how his father wore that sickeningly proud smile on his face as he clapped his hands together, and how the couples were cheering and twirling like morons on the floor. While he stood stiff and awkward in the corner, insides seething in mixed emotions, hearing your stupid giggles and his brother’s irritatingly sweet reassurances of a better life with him. Sae had taken everything away from him, and it felt like salt being rubbed into an open wound.

But Rin hated his older brother, and he hated you too.

So on the night of your wedding, the chambermaid in your room let out a blood-curdling shriek, her face as pale as the moonlight that shone through the window. 

Cruel streaks of mulberry and plum bruises painted the delicate canvas of your neck. The once-pure white of your nightgown now blemished with spreading stains of deep cherryrose dye called blood, seeping through the fabric and into the silken sheets beneath. 

A severed porcelain horse’s head lay propped beside the body with vacant eyes, and scattered across the carpet were shattered remnants of a pearl necklace.

“But Do not be Fooled, One Shall Not Bloom,”

A dagger, its handle carved from true blue sapphire, was loosely wrapped between cold, limp fingers of a lifeless corpse sprawled across a river of red.

“For This, Will Lead to One’s Gentle Doom.”

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[gayerthanevertbh]

M'S FAVORITE (BED TIME) STORIES✨

(mama Anne I found my other fav stories that isn't on ur masterlist yey🤩 well some of them aren't soo- basta ok nayan)

Your missing one shots:

https://at.tumblr.com/gayerthanevertbh/character-masterlist-natasha-romanoff/fq1tbb8b80o7

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Mystery of love

https://at.tumblr.com/gayerthanevertbh/your-teacher-has-an-affair-with-you-until-it/qg50h9kx9lps

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Birthday girl

https://at.tumblr.com/gayerthanevertbh/pairings-olderbeefynatasha-x/1edfn70ol07u

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I want you series

https://at.tumblr.com/gayerthanevertbh/natasha-romanoff-masterlist-series-masterlist/0avcli2dvkh7

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Full despair

https://at.tumblr.com/gayerthanevertbh/pairings-natasha-romanoff-x-reader-summary-you/8a33nj69a2od

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The way I loved you

https://at.tumblr.com/gayerthanevertbh/the-way-i-loved-you-pairings-natasha-romanoff-x/gou6g1obdw8n

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Dealer

https://at.tumblr.com/gayerthanevertbh/summary-they-drive-off-and-leave-the-house/6ivonb9264zh

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I love you

https://at.tumblr.com/gayerthanevertbh/who-said-marriage-is-always-a-happy/lw5c05ufcqp5

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Songbird

https://at.tumblr.com/gayerthanevertbh/pairings-scarlett-johansson-x-femreader-summary/7i8jc5ep0t9o

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Audacity

https://at.tumblr.com/gayerthanevertbh/pairings-toxicscarlett-johansson-x/zuejvcp4z2m7

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Don't go

https://at.tumblr.com/gayerthanevertbh/scarlett-johansson-x-femreader-you-were-having-an/cdchp031wfxq

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Right Where You Left Me

https://at.tumblr.com/gayerthanevertbh/right-where-you-left-me-scarlett-johansson-x/fntoror15ung

(Try ko rin pla hanapin yung kinktober stories since need ko ng mga smuts 👉👈)

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PUNYETA ANG LUPIT MO 😭 you really dug deep into my account, i am so impressed! BUT THANK YOU FOR FINDING THESE BECAUSE I DONT EVEN KNOW THAT IVE WRITTEN ALL OF THESE

[twindevilgang]

Rolling through the city~

Rindou haitani x Skater!FemReader

Rindou takes an interest in you when he sees you skating around his territory. Ran decided to play matchmaker with Him

Inspired by a cute tiktok I saw

Rindou doesn’t know how to approach you. He’s fascinated by you. It’s not in a creepy way, no, he’s fascinated by the way you balance yourself on a plank of wood with four wheels, watching as you skate back and forth within his territory mouthing off words as you silently sing to the music that blast through your headphones. His brother finds it amusing, maybe a little bit to amusing.

“Mhm Rin why don’t you talk to that skating chick you’re always eyeing? She’s a real beauty, shame to see if someone took her off your hands” ran says in a teasing manner as Rindou glared down at his brother, he scuffed

“ I don’t know what your talking about brother” Rindou mumbles as he turnes to look away—trying to hide the blush to creeps up his cheeks and ears Ran laughs as he walked away patting his younger brothers shoulder

“whatever you say Rinny” Rindou could feel that his own brother was planning something behind his back, but what?

Days past and it’s the same thing watching as you skate by. His heart skips a small beat when you throw him a smile. Ran watches this small little encounter, he smirked as he drags Rindou with him. He take his brother to a small convenient store, which so happened to be the one you stopped by to pick up a couple of snakes and drinks for yourself.

You sit in a bench near by, headphones off your ears and dangling over your neck as music blast through them—taking a sip of the cold beverage in hand as you enjoy the heat of the sun. Until the sun no longer shined on your skin and was covered by a tall shadow. You turned around and smiled politely at the tall boy with braids.

“Can I help you?” You ask politely, the braided man only nods, throwing his thumb behind his back as he points at something

“actually my younger brother has taken a liking towards you, he’s been watching you skate around our territory and he wants to know if you're single?” You look over the braided boy's shoulder and see another boy that looks around the same age as you—who’s glaring at his brother embarrassed. You let out a laugh as you place your drink down smiling wildly at him

“well fortunately for you brother I’m not actually seeing anyone at the moment” the braided boy beamed you a smile as he claps his hands

``perfect! I’m Ran Haitani by the way, I'm his older brother!” You two shake hands as he leads you to his brother

“I’m y/n l/n '' things went smoothly from there on asking Rindou if he wanted to go with you to an arcade nearby. He, his brother,Agreed. Ran pushed his brother forward towards you, Rans sure his younger brother would kill him in his sleep but he doesn’t care.

“I like your hair Rindou”

“Oh-um thanks”

[naoyaslut]

drab about ran buttering up y/n to let rin stay over at their apt for a while when rin and y/n don't really get along (or at least y/n doesn't think he likes her at all), but it turns out he actually does like her, like a little more than he should, and something similar to your last one (mean)hahaha. i really enjoyed that one.

This request is from a while ago, but I've had writer's block for a few weeks now. It's going to be a series, these are kind of fun.

Teasing Chronicles NSFW +18

haitani brothers x femreader+18

warnings: kind of dubcon-ish but not really, teasing, daddy kink, fingering, voyeurism, loosely edited probably pretty bad.

word count: 3,786

A thick bicep wrapping itself around your midsection startled you, right after you had popped a piece of strawberry into your mouth from your fruit bowl

“Good morning baby.”  Ran cooed sweetly, resting his chin on your shoulder as that same hand inched underneath the extra-long t-shirt you had worn to bed the night before. 

“Mmm, you scared me.” you huffed in annoyance, as his fingertips skimmed along the toned planes of your abdomen, palm settling itself against the heavy flesh of your bare breast, squeezing it affectionately. 

He placed a wet kiss along your pulse, pulling you back against his chest as you tried to finish cleaning. 

“Good morning, Ran.” you looked over your shoulder, attempting to meet his eyes.  “Do you mind? I’m trying to put the rest of these dishes away. 

You had been standing Infront of the sink, going back in forth from eating your fruit from breakfast and putting away the dishes you had washed the night before. 

“In a minute, I have something to ask you,” he said, pulling you away from the sink to hoist you up on the marble island on the opposite side.  

He slotted himself in-between your legs, both hands holding either side of your face as he brought your lips to his in a gentle kiss.   

You arched an eyebrow, now skeptical of the soft affection you were receiving first thing in the morning.  It was 6:30 AM.  Why was he even up this early?  He was dressed sharply in a pair of grey slacks and a nice white silk collared shirt.    

Returning the quick peck, you pulled back staring into his eyes expectantly. 

“What is it Ran?” you pressed, grabbing hold of both of his wrists as he continued to hold your face. 

“Baby.” he kissed you again, tilting your head backward and exposing your neck to him. 

Giggling stupidly, you pulled away from his hold taking his face in your hands, much like he had yours not even a moment ago. 

“Ran, what do you want?” you asked again, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. 

“Rindou needs a place to crash for a few weeks.” Ran blurted, earning him a confused glower in return from you. 

A frown and your hands dropped down from his face to grip the edge of the counter you were sitting on. 

“Rindou? Your brother?” you asked incredulously.   

You knew who Rindou was, as a matter of fact, you knew each other pretty well.  Rin just didn’t like you, or so you were under the impression. 

Ran nodded, a sly grin pulling at the corner of his lips as he watched your reaction. 

“Why would he want to stay here?” you asked.  Your question was nothing but sincere.  You didn’t mind if Rin stayed, but the fact that he felt a certain way towards you probably wouldn’t make the stay very enjoyable for him.  “He hates me, wouldn’t he rather stay somewhere else?” 

Ran only nodded, leaning forward again to kiss along the juncture of your throat. 

Canting your neck back willingly, to allow him access, your hands went up to rest on his broad shoulders. 

“Na uh, he said this is the only semi-normal residence.”  He pressed on, placing slow, languid, kisses along your throat, both hands now resting at the plush of your thighs.  “He doesn’t want to stay with any of the guy's baby.” 

“Ran... I don’t mind if he stays here, he’s your brother... ah!” you gasped in pain as Ran’s canines grazed over your neck pinching the flesh between his teeth.  He bit you. Grabbing a fist full of his hair, you pulled at it trying to inflict the same amount of pain you were experiencing.  “Ugh, Ran knock it off.” 

Releasing the hold his teeth had on your skin, he kissed over it lightly just as you released his hair.  

“I’m just trying to get you ready.” he hummed into your neck, right hand sliding over the crotch of your cotton underwear.  “I know you like a little pain.” 

Gasping in mock horror, you wrapped your legs around his waist, crooning as he pulled your underwear to the side. 

“Oh! God forbid, I have my man smack me around a little before sex.” your gut tensed in anticipation as the pads of his middle and index fingers slid along the slit of your lower lips, gathering the slick that had accumulated there. 

Exhaling a breathy moan, your legs parted further as his fingers teased your entrance almost tantalizingly slow.  Your breath hitched slightly as your body became warm, your heartbeat picking up as the promise of being stuffed full before your day began became blatantly obvious. 

“So, he can stay, right?”  Ran inquired, slipping a finger, and then another into your moist heat. 

Whining slightly, you pawed at his abs through the silk button-down he wore, tossing your head back further. 

“Ran, Ran. I said he could stay, just don’t tease me please.” you complained, gasping out another strangled moan as his fingers curled inside you, 'causing your guts to tense over again.  “Oh, god baby ri-right there.” 

Ran knew what he was doing when it came to you and your body.  He played it like a well-rehearsed violin and was very versed on the subject. 

Those long digits of his pressed against that flat pallet of nerves of your g-spot, which got a violent tremor out of you, your arms flying around his neck to keep yourself upright. 

“Ran..” you moaned pathetically into his ear, resting your chin on his shoulder as he continued to work you open.  “Oh my god, I’m close.” 

Ran slowed the pace of his fingers, thumb finding its place on your clit earning him another moan.   

“You’re drooling on my shirt.”  Ran barked out a laugh, as he began to rub slow languid circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sighing in appreciation when you began to tighten around his fingers.  “And you’re almost there, baby.  Hold on for a little longer.” 

Tears were beginning to form along your lash line as you inhaled harshly, screwing your eyes shut as a knot began to form in the pit of your stomach.  It was being pulled so tight, that you thought you may explode from the amount of pressure that was building up. 

“Daddy, please.” you were begging for release, your eyes cracking open blurry vision refocusing and laying eyes on none other than Rindou.  He was casually leaning against the frame of the kitchen doorway, both arms crossed over his chest uncharacteristic smirk plastered on his lips. 

You shuddered, caught completely off guard digging one of your heels into Ran’s lower back frantically trying to find your voice in between the undoing of your orgasm that had crept up on you blindly. 

He appeared so calm; his long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail out of his face.  His features were sharp and almost feminine just like Ran’s.  His bright eyes were focused intently on you, the expressions you were making, and the lovely sounds you were making.   

“R-Ran!” you moaned, attempting to pull away from him squeezing his shoulders to get his attention.     

Ran removed his face from your throat capturing your lips in a heated kiss, completely ignoring your complaints as if he were trying to get your undivided attention back on him. 

His fingers picked up the pace, the lewd sounds coming from the sheer force of his fingers causing your vision and surroundings to blur out. 

You knew Rin was there, watching but you couldn’t spin your concentration away from the warmth pulsating throughout your gut.   

Writhing under Ran’s hold, you became undone, convulsing violently as you pulled your lips away from Ran’s burying your heated face in his shoulder to muffle the moans crawling up your throat.   

Your release left you in a rush, your abdomen tensing and constricting as the mounting pressure flowed out of you all at once.  There was a mess of your arousal underneath your bottom that had left your cotton underwear wet and sodden with your own arousal.   

Falling limp against Ran, you kept your face buried in his shoulder, the heat of shame causing your eyes to sting and burn from the tears that had begun to soak into his shirt.   

A silent sob racked your small form as you allowed your legs to drop from around Ran’s waist.  You were so embarrassed and scared to even bring your eyes up to see if Rin was still standing at the doorway of the kitchen. 

Ran pulled his fingers from your warmth, readjusting your underwear and wiping his hands clean on the fabric before trying to pull your face out of his chest. 

“Baby, you’re actually destroying my shirt.  I have a meeting to go to,”  he said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

You refused to move, face still buried tightly in his shoulder another whimper and more tears before he actually realized you were crying. 

“Y/n, what the fuck? Are you crying?” Ran was baffled, resting a hand on the back of your head.  “What’s wrong?” 

You honestly didn’t know where to start, and you only hoped that Rindou still wasn’t in the room. 

“Oi, is your girl alright?”  Rin asked, his face beginning to fall flat as he watched Ran console you. 

The sound of Rin’s voice only made you cower further into Ran’s chest, your embarrassment shifting over to anger as well as annoyance.  

Ran glanced over his shoulder at Rin, clicking his tongue in disapproval as he began to rub soothing circles into your back. 

“Rin you pervert, are you creeping on me and my girl?”  Ran held back a grin wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a tight hug.  “I told you to wait in the living room until she says yes.” 

Shoving at Ran’s abdomen, you pushed him away from you to wipe at the tears that were smeared along your face.  You didn’t say anything, just slipped off of the counter attempting to move past the pair back to your own room. 

Ran’s arms flew around your waist with him pulling you into an embrace from behind, arms around your waist. 

“Baby, wait,” he said, keeping you in place. 

“No, get off of me!” you whined, trying to wriggle out of his hold successfully doing so.  You pushed him again, angrily storming past the two of them.  “You knew he was out there!” 

Your face was flushed, red with embarrassment as you left the kitchen heading back to your own room to lock the door.  

Rin and Ran were both notorious for this kind of behavior, and you knew that when you started dating Ran so it should have not been as much of a surprise to see that Rin had been hovering around the area while you two made out.  You just figured that the two would grow out of it as you grew into adults.  Apparently not.  

You were grateful that both Ran and Rin had left the apartment.  They had business or whatever the hell they did on a daily basis to attend to.  You were left to cool off, trying to lessen the burn of being embarrassed that Rin had walked in on you, mid-orgasm.   

Maybe it wasn’t such a big deal?  Things between the both of you had always been a bit standoffish but, you doubt he was taking it as seriously as you were.   

This wouldn’t do, you were hoping Rin didn’t decide to stay the whole time, maybe he’d just leave early so you wouldn’t have to put in an actual effort to avoid him on the daily. 

Groaning inwardly, you turned off the stove placing a lid on the Italian sausage pasta sauce you had just finished making.  It was Ran’s favorite, and he said he’d be home for dinner, which was a rare occasion.  The last thing you needed to do was cook the pasta, then dinner would be done for the night. 

Stepping away from the stove, you opened the refrigerator to grab a chilled bottle of your favorite red wine sitting it on the counter.  You began to rummage through the drawers in the kitchen, looking for your wine opener.   

“Where... did I put it...?”  mumbling to yourself, you moved towards the dishwasher pulling the door open.  It wasn’t in there either. 

“Whatcha looking for?” a teasing voice echoed from behind you, causing you to stand upright slamming the dishwasher shut.   

Spinning around, you were met with Rin barely standing no more than a couple of inches away from you.  You froze, speechless.  The embarrassment from earlier, slowly crept back into your face as you avoided his gaze. 

You weren’t sure how to react here.  You were quiet, pushing your back up against the dishwasher behind you as you searched for something, anything to say.  The heat crept up your neck, settling in your cheeks as you turned back towards the counter resuming your search for the wine opener.   

Flinging open one of the cabinets you answered quickly, attempting to be as impartial as possible. 

“The wine opener.” you stared up into the cabinet over your head, pretending to study it intensely. 

Just go away, just go away. 

Rin stepped closer, settling a hand on the counter over your own as he leaned forward looking into the cabinet himself. 

You nearly stopped breathing, breath stuttering in your throat as you pressed further into the counter to avoid contact with him.   

He only leaned closer.  He was so close that you could feel his abdomen against your lower back as well as the warmth from his body heat.  He hummed as if he were completely oblivious to his own proximity, ‘causing you to finally snap. 

“Rin! What the hell are you doing? Can you give me some space please?” you complained, shooting him a glare over your shoulder.   

He leaned in closer, trapping you against the edge of the counter the unmistakable presence of a bulge in his pants now pressed firmly against the curve of your ass. 

“Just trying to help you look, y/n.” he flashed you a wide smile.  So wide it was out of character, and it made him look predatory.  Like a wolf cornering you out in the wild. 

“Rin.” you groaned in annoyance, turning your attention back to the counter pulling your own hand from underneath his.  Your nerves were getting the better of you, the gentle ache of your arousal beginning to pulse in the pit of your belly.  “Can you, MOVE?  I need to finish cooking dinner.” 

You inhaled shakily, as he leaned further into you, the hand that was resting on the counter coming up to grasp underneath your chin.  He turned your head so that you were looking up at him, smirking triumphantly when he looked down into your face. 

Your eyes were glassy, your cheeks rosy, and your breath now coming out in short pants.  Swallowing the lump that formed in your throat, you closed your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look at his face, and not endure his teasing a minute more. 

“My, my, my... Ran was right.  You’re a skittish little thing, aren’t you?” Rin clicked his tongue in disapproval as he released his grip on your face, stepping away from you before resting his hand on the back of your neck. 

Jumping in surprise, both of your hands went up to grasp at his hand.  You wanted him to move it. 

“Rin!” you yelled, unsure of what was happening.  He wasn’t hurting you; he was just guiding your body forward forcing you to bend at the waist. 

“Don’t be a brat, y/n.”  he said continuing to push you further down until your stomach was flush up against the marble counter.  “Don’t want to spend time with your brother-in-law?” 

This wasn’t happening, was it?  This really wasn’t happening.  Your heartbeat was thundering in your ears as you remained in place, the heat of your embarrassment scorching your nerves.  The room seemed to become ten times hotter, the more you tried to breathe the more suffocating it became. 

Rin had kneeled down into a crouch, the hand that was on the back of your neck trailing down along your spine until his fingers slipped under the hem of the flowy dress you were wearing.  Ran bought it for you for your birthday.  It was bright a bright orange, long-sleeved, woven chiffon.  It had the cutest flower print across it, complete with princess sleeves.   

Ran thought you would look adorable in it, and he was right.  He said you looked just like a princess.  His princess.  

Flipping the thin fabric up and over your hips, his fingers pushed themselves underneath the band of the lace panties you wore, shimmying them down your thighs. 

You panicked, clasping your thighs together as you buried your face into the skin of your forearm. 

“Rin!” you groaned in complaint, flushing further at the feel of the cool air against your exposed posterior.  “D-don’t, Ran should be home soon!” 

Rin’s expression fell into a flat line as he trailed a hand up your thigh squeezing hard enough to make you yelp out loud. 

“Why are you so mean to me y/n? You just love denying me everything don’t you?”   

Wedging a hand in between your legs, it crept up resting at the apex of your thighs.  His palm was pressed flat against the underside of your ass, index and pointer fingers slipping in between your plush folds, easily. 

“Oh.” was the only word uttered from Rin, as his fingers glided up and between with ease, the pads of his fingers guided by your slick and pressing firmly on the swollen bud of your clit.  “I see you do like making me work for it.”  

You jolted up in surprise, as a shock of pleasure ran up your spine, exhaling a labored breath as he began to toy with you. 

“R-Rin.” you begged, almost pathetically clutching onto the edge of the countertop.  “Please... n-no!” 

Swallowing tightly, you were hunched over the countertop your body weight resting heavily on your elbows.  Quiet, breathy moans escaped your parted lips as your manicured fingers gripped the edge of the counter tightly. 

Like Ran’s, his fingers were magic gently rubbing at your aching clit using your own slick as lubrication.  Contrary to his usually angry and rough personality, his administrations were gentle lulling your pliable into an almost limp state. 

“So meek and embarrassed from me walking in on you and Ran...” he slipped a finger into you, grinning triumphantly at the airy moan that came after.  “Yet here you are, all wet for your boyfriend’s little brother.  That kind of kink turn you on?” 

Your knees buckled almost instantly as he slipped his middle finger inside, leaving your puffy clit bare from any further attention.  He curled his fingers inside of you as you whimpered incoherently nipping at the back of your thigh leaving red indentations from his teeth. 

Lifting your head up off of the counter, you made eye contact with Rin shaking your head slightly as you did. 

“R-Rin.” you rasped, tucking your bottom lip in between the confines of your teeth.  “N-no m-” 

“No marks.” came Ran’s voice, stern and absolute.  “You know the rules.” 

He was standing in the doorway of the kitchen in the same manner that Rin had been earlier that morning, his suit jacket draped over his forearm. 

“I’m the only one allowed to leave marks on my princess.” he canted his head off at an angle as he eyed the way you were positioned, bent over the counter at the waist, face buried into the crease of your forearm.  “Isn’t that right baby?” 

Lifting your face from your arm you blinked dumbly in the direction of Ran’s voice nodding in agreement. Your lip was still held hostage by your teeth, face flushed, and fresh tears pooling along your lash line.  “Yes, R-Ran.” 

“You sure do know how to suck the fun out of everything,” Rin mumbled, planting a soft kiss on the back of your thigh.  “How is it hearing your girl moan my name? I’d be kind of livid.” 

Rin curled his fingers again, reaching that spongy bundle of nerves his eyes trained on his older brother who was now leaning against the doorframe.  

Your body convulsed; your body wound tightly from the pressure building up in the pit of your guts.  You shook, clasping your thighs together as the sensation of having to pee hit you like a truck, causing you to squeal in alarm. 

“N-n-no!” you gasped, “I don’t want to ruin my dress!” 

Both Ran and Rin ignored you, completely.  Rin’s fingers working on autopilot, and Ran scoffed at his younger brother’s words attempting to bruise his ego. 

“You’re the one who can’t get any pussy, Rin.  So, you have to borrow my belongings.” Ran laughed out loud crossing the kitchen until he stood beside the counter grasping you by the jaw and drawing your lips to his own.  He kissed you sweetly, lingering only momentarily before pulling away.  “And she’s not even going to give you that!” 

The pair of siblings continued to go back and forth with one another, leaving you to suffer in silence.  Rin was still fondling you, while he attempted to provoke Ran.  He hit a particularly deep spot between your legs and you clasped onto the countertop edge holding on for dear life as your knees began to buckle.   

A jolt of electricity shot up your spine, the searing, sizzling, heat in your gut combusting almost instantaneously.  Your orgasm hit you so hard, the only thing visible was a blanket of white as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. 

Rin tore his attention away from his older brother as he witnessed your body collapse, a gush of your arousal washing over his fingers and trickling down your inner thigh. 

Lowering you down onto his thigh, Rin watched as you slowly began to recover from the aftermath of your orgasm eyes glassy and unseeing as you caught your breath. 

Nudging underneath your jaw, Rin turned your attention back towards him smooshing your cheeks together. 

“Oi, y/n.  Don’t fall asleep on us you have to finish cooking dinner.”  

Sitting up abruptly, you glared at Rin tearing yourself away from his embrace. 

“You’re such an idiot Rin, why are you even here?!”  

Ran shook his head in disappointment stepping away from the doorway to scoop you up into his arms.  Placing a kiss on your sweat-slicked forehead, he turned to walk out of the kitchen. 

“Keep it up Rin, she’s going to poison your food.” 

[fablesofkitkat]

pov: car seggs with Rindou (18+ only)

alt title: Wisteria: Haitani Brothers x FemReader pt. 6

FIRST PART CLICK HERE

genre: smut

WARNING: ⚠️ nsfw ⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

synopsis: fwb w/ haitani brothers

perma tag: @trashmemebitch @passionateuchiha

thanks for the reblog: @bontensbabygirl @haitink @thepeachvodkahoe @make-me-a-sanoyeager @yoonbeans

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Rindou's palm seems to scorch your thigh. You just went and done it. Leave everything what you couldn't be, left everything you pretended to be. You watch your family's building from the side mirror, grow smaller and smaller as the car sped away. The twinge in your chest must be because you're saying farewell, to the place where everything you love and hate, dwell.

Finally.

He navigates the road easily, leaving your family's hired pursuers in the dust. Kami, you felt you could do anything. After a few hours of driving, the car stops at an empty parking lot. He leans back, taking a lighter from the inside of his suit's pocket.

"I'mma smoke." He side glanced you.

The almost imperceptible quirk of his brow lets you know Rindou's asking permission. You let out a helpless sigh. "Go ahead, I'm used to it."

His thumb flicks the lighter, shooting a spark while staring at you, sucking air with the cigarette between his lips until the end burns. "Used to?"

"You and Ran. Back then." You shrugged indolently, and then asked, "what happened to you and your brother?"

Rindou blows a breath, the smoke starts to waft inside the car. "You. You happened. And Bonten."

He sees your gaze and puts out the cigarette by the car handle, uncaring of the burn marks it'll leave. His wisteria eyes flick to your lips; he lifts a hand to cradle your face, concomitantly he leans in. "Princess." He holds your chin. "Instead of looking at me like that, do what you do best."

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You and Rindou move to the backseat of his car. You lie down facing the front window and shifted your body to face his form above you. He starts a trail from your mouth down, to your chin, to your throat, following an invisible line between your chest, and then burying his face in them, giving your nips little friction. Your body archs when his lips ghost over your clothes, reaching your tummy. You feel him reaching for your wrists. Raising your sandals, you poked his groin, rubbing the soles to his glaring bulge. A little innocent play-

Click.

Your hands are handcuffed on your back. Taken aback, you voiced out your confusion. "Rin, what are you doing?"

Rindou looks down on you as he takes off his suit and then starts to unbutton his shirt. His lavender eyes darkened and the tent in his pants seemed to be larger.

"Isn't it obvious, princess?" His voice grew deeper, a little course. "I have to punish you for leaving."

He places his knee between your thighs, grazing your crotch while he leans back, his cold gaze looking down on you simultaneously unbuttoning his shirt in a deliberate manner, just slow enough to tease you. He unties your obi, and leaned down while he unwrapped you from your kimono. Your breasts perked up, nipples hardened because of his touch. Rindou squeezes your breast a little too strong, it makes you hiss. As if to apologize, he nuzzles his face between them, his lips skimming on your soft flesh. The fringes of his hair is almost tickling your skin, but the feel of it is enough to leave goosebumps.

Finally, his mouth latches on your nipple, and you let out a low moan. "Rin..."

The way he sucked your breasts was as obnoxious as before. Loud; smacking his lips like so. Just like a kid. But then he'd swirl his tongue, and your back arcs. He'd get entertained with your breasts for a little while, until he gets bored. A pop sound would echo when he's done. Then, his fondles grow heavy. He'd pinch your skin; he'd tug at your nipple until you complained to stop. The sting would linger and he'd blow at it, tingles would spread and your body shudders. He lets out an amused sound.

He moves away, lifting up your legs while he positioned his face to your crotch. You weren't wearing any panties and your arousal soured the air. Rindou groaned at the glistening view. "Fuck, I missed this."

He kisses down along your inner thigh on one leg, his breath fanning your skin and you could feel yourself trickle in anticipation. His kisses backs up and he switches to your other leg. He bites your skin between his teeth and pulled. You flinched.

"Fuck you, Rindou!" The handcuffs digs into your wrists.

He chuckled. "Soon, princess." He proceeds to give you a hickey where no one else but you and him can see. Ah, he remembers. And also Ran-nii. Tch.

He continues to touch you lightly, featherlike pressure of his lips ghosting over, careful not to accidentally graze your clit. He brings a finger to run up and down your folds, up and down, like you would do when you touch yourself, except better because of the callouses on his fingers, better because you don't have control. He wouldn't press his tongue, not until it starts to drip down there from his caresses. But if you beg he'd do it sooner.

"Rin..." You beg, while trying to slip off the handcuffs in vain. "Please just start."

He gives you a bored look coupled with a lazy smirk. But if he really was bored, no one could make him do anything. Your heart stutters when he places soft kisses on your mons, the area above your clit. You feel like mush and your heart is gooey at the action, good enough to make you moan.

"Just eat me out already!"

He pools his saliva in his mouth, making sure his tongue is thoroughly wet, dripping the excess on your folds. He keeps his tongue relaxed, and then he flattens it over you, the wide coverage makes you mewl. With his tongue still, his head motions upward until he reaches your nub where he puts pressure. At this point your lost in a world where only Rindou eating you out exists. He repeats the motion over and over. He picks up on your breathing going faster to which he deliberately slows down. Your needy whine turns into a desperate whimper when his tongue slips inside. Bringing a thumb to your clit hood, Rindou circles around it while his tongue darted up and down. The sounds you make because of him is adorable. He slots the whole length in, his nose bumping to your clit. You moan loudly, your legs are shaking so you squeeze them on his shoulders. He finally brings his tongue up to your nub while he inserts two digits inside and found you were so wet already. He keeps a steady pace until the coil inside you grow tighter and tighter and–

Your body convulsed; your mind wiped blank.

It took you a minute to notice you trapped Rindou's head between you. He laps you up before pulling back to kneel, unbuckling his belt. You giggled.

"That good, huh?" He stared at you amused.

"I remember when you were so bad at eating me out."

"Hmm, seems like you had fun." He slides down his zipper with one hand, and the other holds his length with precum leaking. "I need a little help here, princess."

Wanting to return the favor, you sit up with hands still cuffed behind your back. You take your time in kissing all over his shaft especially the sensitive underside. Just breathing next to it had him rearing to go. You start licking softly like you would on a popsicle. He grunts quietly when your kisses starts to turn sloppy, wet smacking noises resounded loudly, as well your his heavy breathing. You lock eyes with Rindou as you wipe his precum on your lips to make them wet. Your mouth closes on the tip. And his hands fly to your hair gripping hard for a second, forgetting themselves until he regains self-control. He runs his fingers through your hair, petting you as encouragement. Your mouth pops again when you spit on him for more lubrication. Resuming eye contact you take him deep, making him bunch up your hair once more. "Princess–"

You ignore him by going on with the steady motion and he had to pull you away. "Get in this position." He makes you lie down again, rubbing himself on your folds, teasing the head before he thrusts in.  Good. "So good, Rin..." The way he splits you open is always one of the best parts. He calls out your name lovingly as he lifts your right leg for a deeper angle. He thrusts harder this time.

Shit. For a moment, you forget Rindou does it rough. Your pussy still feels sensitive. "I– I can't. Rin, slow down!"

His skin slaps against yours. You messily try to keep up with his pace but he throws you off by raising your leg higher, reaching your deep spot. "Hmm? Slower?"

"Please, Rin."

Sweat beads roll down his face, all over his body and the scent inside the car thickened. "I'll slow down if you answer me, princess. Who do you like better: me or Ran-nii?"

Fuck. You swore your heart stopped for a moment. How are you supposed to answer that? The reason why they liked you in the first place is because you didn't choose.

"Answer me, princess!" His thrusts are even rougher now, and his pants heavier.

"I don't know– That's not fair! You know I won't choose!" You arch your back when you feel his pace become messy and uncoordinated. "I'm–" You peaked at the same time as Rindou exploded inside you.

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Steam builds inside the car, the windows as foggy as the cigarette smoke, and yours and Rindou's breath mingled as one. It's been half an hour since he uncuffed you. Since he made you choose.  You and him lie naked on the backseat. His chin rested was just above your head as you're on top of him.

Rindou stared in a daze at the headliner, his right arm hanging down from the side, a cigarette stick between his fingers; while his left hand is on the back of your shoulder, making you distinctly feel the cold metal of his wristwatch on your skin.

"Hey."

You tilt your head to look at him. The soft blaze on his wisteria eyes made your stomach twist.

"Forget about it."

You hide your face in his chest and he pats your head.

But you don't think you could, so you think of Ran.

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AN:

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) did I just set you guys up for angst? Nah, don't worry, no choosing between Ran and Rin. But the angst is not a joke.

Sidenote, I didn't get the internship. There were so many amazing people who deserved it, and I believe they did it well too, I could see that they really gave it their all. But it still hurts so I'm just gonna mope around until I feel better.

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[faetarou]

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 || 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

fandom || haikyuu

pairings || suna rintarou x reader

gender || fem!reader

request || anon said: suna x reader w/ this video !! // anon #2 said: Hello heard you were taking requests free of charge since I’m cheap as crap 🤡 I decided to stop by. Can you do a Suna x femreader please? And fluff please. Preferably time skip Suna if that’s alright. Thanks so much [from fae: i combined these requests because i'm lazy 😩 anyway here have some of my timeskip!suna brainrot, and this is actually the closest to my non-fanfic writing style i've ever gotten on here]

warnings // disclaimers || literally none oh my god wow this is a first

word count || 0.8k

taglist || @crystal-lilac , @kenmaslov3r​ ​ [you can send me an ask or dm to be added !!]

Y/N SIGHED WITH RELIEF AS she dropped her phone, rolling over in bed with the words of the livestream she'd been watching still echoing in her ears.

It's another win for EJP Raijin! They're unstoppable, all thanks to their incredible middle blocker, Suna Rintarou!

A soft smile stretched her lips ever so slightly as she finally threw aside the blankets covering her form, yawning as she glanced outside her apartment. Darkness had descended enthusiastically upon her home of the Nagano Prefecture, silhouetting the skyline in blushing pink and ethereally deep purple, stars beginning to blink into existence as the moon rose.

Y/N stayed at the window for a moment, her breath fogging the glass, cold to the touch, before she turned away, yawning again as she ambled for the kitchen. Sleepily, though it was still ridiculously early in the evening (it must be lying in bed that makes me so tired, she thought), she made rice and stir-fry, carrying out the steps without thinking as she waited and waited.

Finally, when she was scooping the rice out of the cooker and into two bowls, she heard the very faint sound of a key in a lock, and the squeaky hinges of the front door opening in loud protest. Immediately dropping what she was doing, Y/N rubbed her eyes and turned to the door, smiling at the lanky silhouette taking his shoes off at the end of the hallway.

"Hi, baby," Suna Rintarou said, with that lazy smile of his cracking with exhaustion in a way that made Y/N shuffle down the tiles to him and open her arms.

He barely needed that much invitation, groaning and dropping his head onto her shoulder, the soft strands of his brown hair tickling her neck.

"Tired, huh?" she chuckled quietly, her arms wrapping around him and resting on his shoulder blades as he held onto her waist like a leaf in the wind. "Early night for you, then."

Rintarou let out a low, tired moan, finally raising his head and stretching out to his full, towering height, a shadow lingering over his muted green eyes. He gave a sort of pout, and it struck Y/N properly just how close he was to breaking point.

"Smells good," he mumbled, a somewhat pathetic attempt to divert her attention of his state of done.

She knew, better than most, just how draining it was to be a professional athlete, and it was this knowledge that had her taking his hands and leading him into the kitchen of their shared apartment. He gave a longing glance at the steaming food that had her huffing a laugh, but she gently turned his attention to her with a hand on each of his cheeks.

"Rin," Y/N whispered, one of her hands sliding down and playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. "What's up?"

Rintarou almost folded in on himself, his shoulders slumping as his words came out in mumbled half-sentences. "Missed you. And I'm really, really tired. Match was rough."

With a light touch smoothing some of his hair out of his eyes, Y/N sat them both down at the table, neither touching their food yet as her smaller hands encased his, tracing over the calluses with an almost imperceptible touch that made him melt into her. She brought herself forwards so her legs were sandwiched between his, their forehead resting together.

"It's okay to be tired, Rin," she reminded him, gently. "And I love you so, so much, okay?"

His bottom lip wobbled, just slightly, and Y/N angled herself so she could still its motion with her own mouth. Then, she pressed another kiss to his lips.

And another.

And another.

Soon, she was practically seated on his lap, brushing her lips over his again and again and again to remind him just how much she loved him. Rintarou reciprocated the affection, slowly flicking his tongue over her mouth and wrapping his arms around her.

Finally, Y/N drew back, standing with the monosyllabic explanation of 'food', coaxing a whine from him as she scooped the stir-fry on top of the perfectly white rice, drizzling sauces and spice over them and returning with the warm meal.

"Here." She pressed a kiss to his temple, sitting next to him, their thighs touching as she passed him a spoon. "Love you."

"I love you too," Rintarou was quick to respond, pleased as ever at how easy the words were to fall from his lips, and how much better they made them both feel. "Thank you."

Y/N grinned at him, lighting up as he returned the motion with that special smile he reserved especially for her. "It's okay, Rin. I'm glad you're home."

He looked down at his bowl, his smile still not faltering. "I'm glad, too."

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

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hii !! i'm finally finished the fic i've been working on, and it's 12.5k+

so, (royal au)

crown prince!itoshi sae x commoner!femreader x second prince!itoshi rin

coming out preferably tomorrow or the day after !

[bluelockmaniac]

hey guys ! just in case you missed it:

the royal au crown prince!itoshi sae x commoner!femreader x second prince!itoshi rin

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[naoyaslut]

The Hills

Chapter 1 - NSFW +18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Synopsis: When a childhood friend is caught up in the world of Bonten, (reader) will do anything to try and get her out. (Reader) is pulled unwillingly into a world of drugs, sex, and gang violence in an attempt to bring her back home. Time skip. Word Count: 2,918

Pairings: Haitani Ran x FemReader Hanma Shuji x FemReader Rin Haitani x FemReader Original Character x FemReader

Warnings: slow burn, drug use, minor character death, blood and violence, rough sex, nudity, dubcon

additional notes:

Fem Reader Psychologist Reader/Criminal Profiler Reader 25 y/o reader

It’d been years since you’d seen her.  After college, you stayed in touch for about a year, and then she completely went off the grid.  Never did you expect to run into her at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant in the middle of Roppongi.  In all honesty, you barely recognized her.  She looked, stressed.  A former shell of herself.  But that didn’t stop you from catching up and inserting yourself into her life.  She was a close friend during your high school and college years, and you’d be damned if you lost track of her again. 

You studied Suzu's appearance as you contemplated on what to say next.  She was thin, thinner than she had ever been and pale.  The normal olive glow you remembered her having nowhere in sight. The bags under her eyes were covered by a matte foundation that looked like it was put on in a hurry.   

She was dressed well, in a nice tank top, leather jacket, and a denim skirt.  Acrylic nails looked fresh, and besides the forlorn look on her face, she looked okay. 

“So what are you plans this weekend? Maybe we could meet up and hang out for a while.” You asked, a hopeful smile on your face.  

Suzu gave you a sad smile, crossing both of her arms as she rested them on the table. 

“Working, sadly.” She smiled right after.  “Maybe another time, I’d love to catch up.” 

  The pair of you had finished eating over thirty minutes ago, and had been just sitting at your table enjoying each other’s company.  

You smiled yourself, reaching over to pull out a blank envelope from your purse. 

“Well here, take my number.”  Tearing off a piece of the envelope, you scribbled your number down hastily, sliding it across the table. “If you need anything, Suzu.  Just call me.  Put it in your phone, I’m happy to help.” 

Suzu picked up the piece of paper folded it up sticking it into the cup of the black laced brassiere visible through her tank.   

“I’ll definitely hold you to it.”  She smiled earnestly, her brown eyes brightening as she reached for your hand squeezing it lightly.  “I have to go for now.  My ride is waiting for me.” 

You nodded hesitantly, watching as she pilfered through her wallet for what you guessed was to pay for her meal.   

Waving your hands in front of you, you stopped her assuring her that you’d take care of the bill. 

“No, no. Don’t worry about it.  I’ll take care of it.”  You smiled, standing just as she did and made your way around the table to hug her.   

“Suzu…if you need anything please reach out. Okay?” Resting your chin on her shoulder you hugged her even tighter, guilt nestling itself in the pit of your gut. 

Suzu nodded, returning the firm hug responding with a slight waver in her voice.  

“I-I will.  I promise y/n.” Suzu sighed, still clinging onto you as if she didn’t want to let go and you noticed. 

Pulling back slightly, you looked into your friend’s face raising your eyebrows in concern. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?”  You asked again, it didn’t hurt to try.  Maybe this time she’d reach out, ask you to help. 

“She’s fine.”  

A male’s voice from the right caught both of your attention, Suzu pulling away from you quickly to pick up her wallet.   

“Right baby?” he asked. 

Suzu nodded slowly, now avoiding your gaze as she slinked over into the new comer’s hold where he draped a long arm over her shoulder. 

He was tall, dressed sharply in a dark pinstripe suit.  His hair dark and shaved on the sides but long on the top with blonde streaks in it.  It was an eccentric hairstyle, but it fit him perfectly, he made it work. 

Frowning you brought your attention to the stranger and then back to Suzu who still refused to look at you.  You guessed her time to socialize was up, and whoever this man was, he was in charge. 

He brought up a large hand, adjusting the golden frames of his rounded glasses so that they sat on the bridge of his nose.  His hand displayed a large tattoo on the back of his hand in Kanji, that read “punishment”. 

“Who’s your friend baby?” He quipped, his attention quickly honing onto your face and then down your frame.  Blatantly tracing over the outline of your curves.   

“She’s no one Shuji, lets go.”  Suzu said, taking his hand to pull him towards the door of the establishment.   

Shuji merely chuckled as he shrugged his shoulders, giving you a wink before they trailed towards the exit. 

“Nice to meet you miss, I sure hope to see you again.” 

The look he was giving you was unnerving.  If he was trying to get a rise out of you, he would have succeeded had Suzu not led him out of the restaurant. 

And with that they were gone.  Leaving you alone standing next to the small booth that had been occupied earlier.  

“What a fucking creeper.” mumbling to yourself you turned back towards your table. 

You knew that Suzu had gotten herself into something not so savory, and you’d been trying for weeks to get her to reach out to you.  

Sighing in frustration, you grabbed your purse leaving a payment on the table for your meal.  Hoping that Suzu would take the plunge and contact you at a later time.  She didn’t want to talk in front of “Shuji”, so you assumed he was the one she was working for.   

Grabbing your blazer, you slipped it on checking the time.  6:15PM. Scoffing, you left the restaurant to hail a taxi.   

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“You’re late.  How are you late when you’re the one who picked the time?”  

Kenji, an old acquaintance of yours who works for the local police station.  You have history, dated briefly in college and now he’s a detective doing great work here in Roppongi.  Kenji reached out earlier in the year about Suzu being spotted with a known prostitution leader.  He believes that she’s been pulled down into the underground, and wanted your help. 

Kenji sat relaxed; the two top buttons of his button down undone.  The striped black and grey tie that was once worn simply tossed onto the table. His face was screwed up into a scowl, grey eyes boring into you as you shifted nervously.  

Smiling sheepishly, you remove d your blazer placing it on the back of your chair. 

“I know, I’m sorry.”  You sat, adjusting your pencil skirt back down over your thighs. Combing a few stray strands of hair behind your ears you rested both elbows on the table top leaning forward.  “I had a thing.” 

“You hungry?”  Kenji asked, cocking a brow clearly suspicious. 

You nodded, resting your cheek in the fat of your palm.   

“Ah no, I just ate.” 

A waiter slid past the edge of your table placing down a small glass of a light amber colored drink, complete with pineapple and a maraschino cherry. 

“I ordered you a drink.”  Kenji raised his beer bottle to his lips, taking a long drag as he watched you lift your glass to drink from the straw. 

It was an amaretto sour, probably one of the only alcoholic beverages you could handle without vomiting. 

“Thank you.”  Smiling, you watched as Kenji put his beer back on the tabletop. 

“So, what did you want to talk about?” He asked, leaning back into his seat forearms flexing against the fitted fabric of his shirt. 

Taking another sip of your drink, you glanced down to the tabletop and then back to Kenji’s face.  A permanent scowl seemed to be etched there. 

“I was thinking…” you started, taking the straw to mix the sweet and sour mix around that had begun to settle at the bottom of your glass.  “Do you think you’d be able to get me to consult on this prostitution ring case?  Or at least sit in. I’d like to get a look at some of the files and see who may be involved.” 

Kenji grunted, lifting his beer again to take another drink.  The look on his face said that he wasn’t interested in having you anywhere near the case.  But you’ve never been one to back down from a challenge. 

“The station isn’t going to give us a pass for psychologist or profiler or whatever the hell it is you do.  We don’t have the funding.” He stated matter of factly. 

“They don’t have to pay me.” You interrupted.  Sitting your glass down on the table you glared at him, almost challenging him to say no again.  “I just think I can provide some good insight, maybe even help lock on some of the guys who may be involved… I think may have met one today.” 

Kenji sat up, his brows perking up.  Now he was curious. “You saw Suzu today?” 

Nodding you took another sip of the sweet nectar that was amaretto. 

“I did.  And some guy came to pick her up today, she called him Shuji.” You pulled your glass away from your face. “Once he showed up, she completely shut down.” 

Kenji finished off his beer, and waved down the waiter to get him another beer.   

“I think I can help, Kenji.  I got her to take my number, I’m hoping she reaches out soon.” 

Just as the waiter walked away from the table Kenji glared towards you as he leaned over the table. 

“You’d better be careful.  I don’t need you to get yourself into the same shit Suzu is in.” He ran a large palm over his 5 o’clock shadow that was starting to fill in on his jaw.  “I’ll talk to the case manager; I’ll see what I can do about getting you access to some of the files.” 

“Thank you, Ken.” You smiled, wiggling your eye brows as you finished off the remainder of your drink.   

“I’m Ken, when you get what you want.” Kenji rolled his eyes, picking up his second beer once the waiter placed it on the table. 

You grinned at him fluttering your eyelids prettily as you stared at him.  Kenji has always been handsome, even in college.  The only reason you two didn’t work out was because Ken was jealous.  And things always got out of hand when things came to you.  You decided to part ways with him during your sophomore year and focus on your studies instead. 

With due diligence and the extra effort, you were able to graduate near the top of your class while securing a Master’s degree in psychology. You’d picked up criminal profiling as a hobby, turns out you were really good at it. 

“Yes, Ken.”  Sending him a smile you sat back in your chair nodding towards him.  “Come on this is good news, I’m happy to help.” 

“My boss isn’t going to be happy about this, I can already tell.” Kenji groaned, running a free hand through his dark hair that was tied back.  “You headed home after this?” 

Nodding in confirmation you began to reach for your jacket, slipping it over your shoulders. 

“Just let me finish my beer, and I’ll take you home.” He offered.  

You faltered slightly sitting your purse in your lap.  A faint blush tinted your cheeks as you cleared your throat, still unsure if you should accept the ride or not.  

“Sure Kenji.”  Coughing slightly, you raised an eyebrow at him as he finished his beer.  “But don’t try anything funny this time.” 

Kenji’s lips pulled back into a wide smirk as he stood up, chuckling under his breath.   

“Scouts honor Ms. y/n.” 

You scoffed as he stood up, sticking your nose in the air as you watched him pull on his own jacket.  He paid the bill, and the pair of you left the quiet bar. 

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“You didn’t have to walk me up, Kenji.” You hummed, back turned to him as you fit your house key into the door of your apartment.  Turning the key to unlock it, you cracked the door open before turning back to him. 

“I’m a gentleman, what did you expect?”  Kenji grinned, wide enough that you could see the tips of his canines. 

Frowning, you pulled the strap of your purse up further on your shoulder. 

“Thank you, kind sir, I guess you should be off now.” You smiled sheepishly, waiting for him to turn and leave you to enter your apartment, alone. 

Kenji pouted, his handsome features contorting into something that was supposed to make you feel bad.  You only rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“You’re not going to invite me in for a drink?” He suggested. 

  Another sigh from you, as you shifted your weight onto the other foot. 

“We just had a drink.” You retorted.  “You had two, you don’t need anymore.” 

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck in mock embarrassment. 

“Ah, yeah.  You’re right.” 

One of your hands reached up to pinch his cheek as you gave him a small smile. 

“Goodnight Ken.” 

“Night.”  

You assumed he was turning to leave, but instead he closed the short gap between you two slotting his lips over your own.  He nearly knocked the wind out of you, backing you into the door frame of your apartment, soft lips connecting with your own.   

He was massive compared to you; a whole two heads taller his frame dwarfing your own.  Both of his palms found purchase at the curve of your waist as he pinned you against the door frame, tongue trailing along your bottom lip coaxing your mouth to open. 

You pulled away from him, dazed and slightly out of breath, eyes glossy from the abrupt assault. 

“K-Ken!” You whined pathetically, hands fisting the front of his button down underneath his open leather jacket. 

Face red with embarrassment and breaths coming out in shallow pants. 

“You promised.” You whispered, trying to push away from him.  “You promised you wouldn’t do this!” 

Kenji buried his nose in the crook of your neck, suckling the tender flesh hard enough to leave a bruise. 

“I want you.”  Kenji admitted, eyes low as his hands dropped down to settle on your hips.   

Swallowing thickly, you turned your gaze away from him.  The both of you were still standing in your doorway, front door wide open as one of the other tenants passed by headed down the hall.  The older woman gave you raised eyebrows as she continued towards her own unit, quickly opening the door. 

Flushing in further embarrassment, you pulled Kenji into your apartment shutting the door behind you putting your back against the door.  

“Kenji...” you began, eyes glued to the floor.  “This isn’t a good idea, especially if we’re going to be working together.” 

Kenji removed his leather jacket throwing it over the arm of your sofa before sitting down on the edge of the cushion.  Reclining so his back was against the plush of the couch, he extended a leg while keeping the other bent at the knee. 

“I said that I would talk to them.” He sighed.  “You don’t know if they’re going to accept you coming aboard or not, so working together has nothing to do with this.”  He pointed a finger towards you and himself repeatedly. 

Shaking your head defiantly, you removed your blazer hanging it on your coat rack next to your door. 

“Kenji.” you turned towards him, locking the door behind you.  “We -” you mimicked his hand motion from earlier.  “Don’t work.  And you know that.” 

“We don’t have to.” he says shifting to the edge of his seat.  “I’ll take you anyway I can get you.” 

That shut you up real quick.  Sighing in aggravation you shot him a glare. 

“Ken.”   

Kenji ran an open palm over his thigh, reclining back against the sofa again.  Eyes hazy, and burning with lust.  You knew that look, and it sent an involuntary tremble down your spine.   

“Come here.” he said.  His voice was low and throaty, his attention zeroed in on the way your fingers began to toy with one another.  

He looked like he wanted to eat you alive, and as much as you were willing to allow it to happen you had to put your foot down.  He couldn’t keep doing this if he had no intention of committing, he had no right. 

Pushing away from your front door, you crossed your arms over your chest shaking your head absolute in your decision. 

“Kenji, you should go.  I really don’t want to do this again.” 

Sighing under his breath Kenji gave in, moving to stand and grab his jacket. He slung it over his shoulder as he did, walking towards you and stopping when he was only a breath away from you. 

Your brow was creased in slight agitation only softening when he cradled your cheek with his palm.  

“Have a great night doll baby, maybe next time then.” He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, and unlocked the door before stepping out into the night. 

Your shoulder slumped in defeat, sighing as you kicked off your shoes and locked the door behind him. That man was trouble. You knew it and he did as well. Instead of mending a broken relationship, from your past you were intent on getting to the bottom of this prostitution ring. 

That was the only thing of any importance right now. 

[naoyaslut]

The Hills Ch. 11

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY

pairings: ran haitani x !femreader+18 feat. rin haitani, kenji oh

warnings: profanity, cigarette smoking, shoplifting, voyeurism (not really), fingering, light somnophilia, creampie, light-yandare ran,

wordcount: 7,071

a/n: if i missed anything, please let me know.

t@glist: @alice-smutthoughts , @dumbbitchuni-versity, @renxnana, @pulchritxde , @baggymcqueen @tojitsukaisen 

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It was well after 2 PM in the afternoon, and you were still sleeping.  Ran watched you from his spot at the doorway of the master bedroom a lit cigarette dangling from his lips.  He wanted to talk to you.  Well, he wanted to question you. Ask about what occurred down at the precinct.   

Drawing in a deep drawl from the cigarette, he turned his gaze back to the living room to the sound of his brother’s voice. 

“You’re just going to let her sleep all day? I thought you were trying to get information.” 

Ran shrugged expressing the cigarette smoke from the corner of his mouth before taking another drag.  

“I do want information.” he paused smoke billowing from his nose as he began to speak again.  “Look at her, she’s exhausted.” 

Rin stuck his head in the bedroom a slight scowl forming on his face before turning to Ran.   

“It’s not normal to sleep for 14 hours.  Wake her up so we can figure out if we need to do something about this.” 

Rin stepped away from the doorway while Ran remained holding his cigarette stiffly between his index and middle finger.   

Stirring groggily from your slumber, you sat up tiredly groaning in disgust at the heady scent of the cigarette smoke that had settled in the air.   

“Ah.  She wakes.” Ran mumbled turning to stub out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray.   

“Ran...” Rubbing your eyes sleepily, you took in another deep breath.  The scent of that cigarette was heavy causing your stomach to churn with nausea.  “Ugh.” 

You never did well with cigarette smoke, cigars okay.  But there was something about menthol cigarettes specifically that made your gut turn.   

Stumbling off of the bed, you quickly went into the bathroom closing the door lightly behind you.  You threw up.  You blamed your weak constitution; it seemed like everything had you spewing your guts into the toilet as of late. 

Ran lightly rapping on the door brought you out of your misery if only briefly with him cracking the door.  Sticking his head in through the opening he raised a brow as he looked down at you. 

“You alright?” 

Nodding slightly, you flushed the toilet before standing turn towards the sink to brush your teeth. 

“Yeah.” you swallowed unintentionally, causing you to cringe in disgust.  “Can you open a window? I can’t deal with the cigarette smoke it makes me sick.” 

“Clean up and meet me in the kitchen.” He ignored you pushing the door open a little wider. “Need to talk to you.”  

Ran shut the door after leaving you in the bathroom alone.  Staring dumbly at your reflection the residual fog of sleep began to fade from you, leaving you wide open for the events of last night to return to you. 

You nearly collapsed, everything coming back all at once.  Identifying Suzu’s body, Hanma nearly assaulting you at your place of work, and Kenji who was supposed to be a friend locking you in a jail cell.  Lying to you about your brother’s case.  How he signed off on the paperwork knowing damn well Shinjiro didn’t kill himself.  

You could feel a headache coming on, every single thing you were thinking about was sad and oppressive.  

You took longer than you intended in the bathroom, opting to shower to clean yourself up.  Your eyes were still sore from your episode of every emotion under the sun.  

Pulling on a shirt of your own and a pair of sweats, you pulled your hair into a low ponytail so it was out of your face.  Ran was in the middle of his kitchen staring across the way at his brother, Rin.  The two of them stopped talking when you entered, Ran glancing at Rin out of the corner of his eye. 

“Um...” clearing your throat awkwardly you stopped mid stride bringing the opposite hand to rub at your forearm nervously. 

“Come here.” Ran said, his attention solely on you.  Rin remained quiet sitting at the end of the large marble table, eyes following you as you crossed the room to get to Ran. 

Standing in front of him you lowered your eyes towards the floor avoiding eye contact.  Your emotions were already well on the way to overwhelming you and you were sure if you looked him in the face, you would end up reduced to tears.  

As the two of you stood in silence you could feel Ran’s hard gaze falling over you, as if he were looking for something obvious.  Something that would be sticking out like a sore thumb. 

Curling his index finger along the angular of your jaw he tilted your face up toward him so that you were making eye contact.  His eyes were half-lidded, that familiar easy-going smile on his face nowhere in sight. 

He looked agitated. 

Turning your jaw off to the left, he continued to look you over and then dropped his hand back to his side when he was satisfied. 

Baffled, you turned away from him before rubbing at the nape of your neck.  

“Ran, wh-” 

“Did Hanma touch you?” Ran interrupted you, causing the rest of your sentence to be lost in the midst of your throat. 

You stared at him wide-eyed unable to form a comprehendible sentence.  You stammered over your words taking a step away from him. 

“He...” Taking your eyes off of him momentarily to gather your thoughts and failing miserably.  Once your eyes returned to the flat expression on his face you could feel your vision beginning to cloud over in a bleary haze. 

Your nerves that had been wound so tight over the past day abruptly began to unravel as an uncontrollable tremor shot through you.  You began to sob, uncontrollably, the tears you thought you’d been holding in coursing over the balls of your cheeks with your hands twisting in the fabric of his shirt. 

Between that and Suzu’s death you couldn’t breathe, every breath you took set your lungs aflame in turn forcing you to curl further into Ran’s abdomen. 

Ran’s arms enveloped you as he pulled you closer to him, his hands fanning themselves along your lower back to console you as much as he could. 

“It’s okay.” he cooed one of his hands resting at your nape and rubbing in a soothing manner. “C’mon tell me everything.” 

Pulling away from him to wipe at your tears you took in a deep breath that was meant to ground you, calm you down so that you could speak more clearly.  

Rin was still watching with interest from his seat, leaning against the table propping his chin up with an open palm. 

“He Uhm.”  you began to speak again, steadying your breathing as Ran stared down at you.  “He showed up around lunchtime I guess... kind of caused a scene at the front desk with my assistant.  She was going to call the police but I told her I would take care of it.” 

Using the sleeve of your shirt to wipe your face, you sniveled again continuing your summary of events. 

“He brought a message from Suzu and said that she asked him to give it to me.  After that tried to force himself on me.” 

You paused, making eye contact with Ran.  A rather stoic expression had befallen his face, eyes piercing your own with an intensity you didn’t know he possessed.  It caused you to stop explaining, but his palm guiding your face up towards him convinced you to continue. 

“Nothing happened... Yoko came back to check on me and then he left.”  Taking another deep breath, you felt the sting of tears beginning to brim your eyes again.  

“Then after that Kenji called me to identify a body, it was Suzu.  She died sometime last night.”  

Ran hummed gently, pulling you into another embrace resting his chin atop your head as his eyes traced towards his brother still sitting in silence.   

“I... I confronted him about my brother’s autopsy report.  That’s why he put me in the holding cell.” 

“Interesting,” Rin commented from the kitchen table a sigh following after. 

Ran chuckled bitterly to himself, guiding your lips towards his offering you a soft peck on the lips.   

He had a feeling that something along those lines had happened down at the precinct.  After identifying your friend emotions were probably all over the place and anything could have slipped out afterward. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t have my phone with me the majority of the day, my meeting ran longer than usual.”  He kissed you again, his palms on either side of your cheeks holding you steadily against him so you couldn’t move away.  “You scared me for a bit.  I should have been there with you, all of it could have been prevented.” 

His hands began to wander, dropping from the cusp of your jaw down to your shoulders and then to the narrow of your waist.  Dragging you closer so that you were at rest in the split of his long legs, his arms engulfed you in an almost overbearing embrace your face smothered by the expanse of his chest.  

 Jumping in surprise at the warmth of Ran’s hands trailing underneath your shirt and grazing the underside of your breasts you inadvertently mewled beneath him as his lips found yours once more. 

Rin still watched, unmoved the sound of his chair scraping against the tile gaining the pointed gaze of both you and Ran.  Swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, you stared embarrassed almost forgetting that Rin was in the room altogether. 

“I’ll leave you to this.”  Rin muffled as he headed towards the door.  “You let me know what you want to do.” 

Opening the door to the entrance of the penthouse he stepped out nonplussed about leaving so abruptly.  The door clicked shut and you stared behind Rin only momentarily before your eyes went back to Ran who had never even bothered to take his eyes off of you. 

His gaze honed down onto you, fingers idly swiping at the dampness along your cheeks that was almost dry from your crying earlier.  He seemed to be in deep thought, possibly going over the events from the last day. 

Snapping him out of his stupor, you leaned into his arms finding their place around his waist just to enjoy his warmth. 

“Ran...” as if you could push yourself closer to him you held onto him tighter. “I-” 

“Shh.”  Ran shushed you, kissing the top of your head softly.  “Let me take care of it.  All of it.” 

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“Oh, you’re lucky they don’t lodge a formal complaint.  The last thing we need is for one of our largest donors to pull out of the pot.” Keishin folded his hands tightly together resting them on his desk. 

Kenji stood on the opposite side of his desk jaw clenching tightly in aggravation.  Haitani did in fact contact the Chief of Police about the little incident that occurred last week down at the precinct.   

“He wants me to fire you for that shit you pulled.”  Keishin stood up shaking his head in discontent before throwing both hands up in the air.  “What would possess you to throw his damn wife in a holding cell?  She couldn’t have caused you that much harm.  What was the issue anyway?” 

Wife. Kenji scoffed attempting to bury his own frustrations.  Y/N was not his fucking wife.  Somehow Haitani had managed to manipulate her after just one introduction from Suzu.  Fucking Suzu. 

“She came down to identify a body of a close friend of hers.  She went ballistic afterward, I had to do something.”  Kenshin sucked the back of his teeth fingers idly scraping at the nape of his neck. 

Keishin sat back down running a hand over his face clearly just done with the whole situation. 

“Are you going to fire me or not?” Kenji asked, the annoyance very clear on his face. 

“You’re not fired, but this is your only warning.” Keishin’s hard gaze became serious, all annoyance going out of the window.  “Stay the hell away from his wife, we need all of the money we can get to at least try to fix this police station.” 

Stay crooked Keishin. 

“Right, you got it, sir.”  

Kenji excused himself from Mr. Himura’s office, leaving the precinct to go take care of more pressing matters.  He was seething.  Nothing had gotten under his skin like this in a long while.  Not only was y/n digging into her brother’s suicide, she somehow obtained records that were sealed.  This was starting to get messy.  What sense did it make for her to go back looking into that when she’d gotten the closure beforehand?   

You were his.  You were so close to being his all over again.  So sweet and pliable, and now thanks to Suzu everything has gone downhill.   

“Suzu, you bitch.  Dying didn’t even stop any of the problems you ‘caused, now I have to clean up your mess.” 

He had to find a way to get you out of Haitani’s reach.  You were only a plaything, you had to be.  Haitani has no real reason for keeping you around, other than just to spite him. 

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“There have been some issues with Shen as late, we can’t depend on him as a distributor anymore.  Not until we figure out what his issue is.”  Sanzu sat across from Mikey in his usual seat in the conference room. “We’re basically cut off, and need to find someone else to supply us.” 

Mikey hummed indifferently as he continued to spin himself in circles in his chair.  Clearly, his mind was elsewhere. 

“What do we know about that?” Mikey asked.  He pressed his feet onto the floor beneath him to stop the spinning of his chair. 

Hanma frowned slightly running a hand through his hair in frustration.  

“Suzu may have been feeding Oh info.”He shot Mikey a glance leaning back against his seat.  “I knew she was the whole time, I told her we were planning on killing Shen.  I’m pretty sure it got back to him.” 

The whole table was silent, Mikey staring blankly at Hanma.  His face was still unreadable. 

“What a shocker, a whore not being blue to keep her mouth shut,” Rin uttered from the other side of the table. “Hanma, you and your pillow talk.” 

“We knew that there was a leak on the inside, guess we found it,”  Sanzu said, eyes bright with mirth.  “And who would have guessed it was Hanma’s bottom bitch.” 

Mikey canted his head in curiously, leaning across the table towards Hanma.  “You took care of that right?” 

Hanma nodded, his face still purple and bruised from the beating that Ran had given him the other day.  “Yeah.” 

Mikey clapped his hands together one time and returned to his reclined position in his seat. “Finally, Hanma being useful.” 

Ran listened to the conversation in silence there was one answer to a question that had been at the back of his head.  But y/n most definitely didn’t need to know the details. Suzu was dead, telling her the truth wasn’t going to bring her back. 

“How did she go?” Sanzu asked curiously, a widening grin slipping across his face.  “Probably laced coke, that would have been the easiest.” 

Hanma simply returned Sanzu’s facial expression, both had an unfiltered fascination on their faces as if this was the most interesting conversation in the world. 

“Well, that makes sense. I guess this is the center of our Shuroi Ryu problem.” Mikey laughed quietly under his breath, standing up to stretch both arms over his head.  “I’m certain there will be some shit that pops off soon.  Just be vigilant” 

Everyone in the room turned towards Mikey, eyebrows raising in confusion at hearing him use such a big word. 

“Keep your ears open, and let me know if you hear anything on the streets.” Mikey turned to leave the conference room, with Sanzu following him out of the meeting room. 

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Two months.  Two months of Ran demanding that you don’t leave the penthouse without him.  There were times you were allowed to leave with Hideo, the driver.  But even then, that was just for Hideo to escort you to wherever Ran may have been.   

Bonten headquarters.  A restaurant downtown, strictly to have dinner with Ran.  A short visit to a small boutique to pick up something he had custom-made just for you, or his monthly visit to the high-end salon where he got his hair dyed and trimmed. 

You didn’t blame him.  He didn’t want you to get into any more trouble, but you were becoming impatient.  There was no more talk of Suzu, nor were there any updates on Kenji or your brother’s case.  Ran said he’d take care of it.  You believed him, but you wanted to know something, anything.  You were going stir-crazy while you were alone during the day, he didn’t even want you going back to your own office. 

What in the hell were you supposed to do?  Tonight, you’d bring it up.  You needed an answer, you needed something.  Ran did say he’d be home early tonight.  It was already eight o’clock and his dinner was getting cold.  Luckily, you’d already put his meal into one of the meal prep containers he kept in one of the cabinets and set it aside on the counter as you began to clean up. 

There was no telling when that man would be back.  Shrugging in indifference you put his dinner into the microwave, intending to leave it there while you went to go shower before bed getting ready for bed. 

Wrapping yourself in your own robe, you stepped out of the master bathroom to the sound of your cellphone chiming with an incoming text message.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, you viewed the incoming text message in silence. 

Kenji [8:46 PM]: Come talk to me. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. 

You stared at the message blankly, already knowing that even thinking of meeting with Kenji was a terrible idea.  It had been over two months since that incident down at the police station.  Why was he reaching out all of a sudden? 

If Ran knew that you were still humoring conversation with Kenji he’d be pissed.  Against your better judgment, you responded with a message hoping that he would get the hint. 

You [8:51 PM]: You’ve had three years to tell me what you knew, please don’t contact me again Kenji.  

Locking the phone, you threw it behind you on the mattress determined to ignore any additional messages that may be sent from him.  Pulling both legs up from the floor and onto the mattress, you began to secure the sash around your robe rearing back in surprise as the room door opened. 

Ran stepped into the bedroom pulling off his suit jacket before throwing it on the edge of the mattress.  Sighing in relief, you turned towards him offering him a faint smile before inching closer to the edge of the mattress. 

“I didn’t think you’d be home tonight,”  you said, watching him as he continued to strip down to nothing but his boxer briefs. 

“I said I’d be here.” he hummed, gathering all of his articles of clothing to throw them into the hamper in the corner.    

When he returned, he climbed on top of the mattress wading along the comforter until he was in between your legs.  Leaning forward, he buried his face into the column of your neck to start his nightly ritual all over again.  

Ran seemingly loved to indulge in you.  Every chance he got he was on top of you, hands roaming over your curves before burying himself inside of you.  You didn’t mind the attention; it was one of the things you looked forward to after being alone all day. 

He was drunk.  Or at least slightly intoxicated.  You could smell the faint traces of alcohol on his breath, the bitter odor causing your nose to wrinkle in disgust.  Even though he’d discarded his clothes, you could still smell cigar smoke and whatever else in his hair and on his breath. 

Whining in a complaint, you pulled away from his lips that nipped along your collarbone to remind him of his dinner.  He probably needed to eat something anyway. 

“Your dinner is in the microwave, aren’t you going to eat?” Ran huffed in annoyance, fingers hastily pulling at the satin tie about your waist so that your robe fell apart. 

“Dessert first.” he purred, briskly pushing the hem of your robe over your hips.   

He wasted no time shuffling down your thighs using both hands to pry your thighs wide open for him. 

“Ran wait-” you complained, startled at the unsuppressed aggression. 

He paused, eyes glinting with confusion and then seriousness.  Holding his position steady, he kissed over your inner thigh before pulling away and sitting up on the edge of the mattress. 

“Go ahead.” turning to swing his legs over the edge of the mattress, he stood sauntering across the room to enter his walk-in closet. 

Sitting upright, you fixed your robe watching him disappear into the closet.  You could hear him shuffling around inside, probably grabbing a towel or something for a shower. 

“Have you heard updates about Suzu?” you asked, you still wanted to know what happened to her. 

Ran called out from the closet before emerging naked while simultaneously draping a towel around his slim waist.   

“Her case is still being investigated, sweetheart,” he said, the words slipping off of that silver tongue of his effortlessly.  Crossing the room to reach you, he leaned forward pressing a kiss on your forehead.   

“Gonna’ go shower. Heat up my dinner, will you?” he left you sitting on the bed as he walked away disappearing into the bathroom. 

You sat on the bed for a moment or two before the sound of the shower running broke your concentration.  So, no new updates.  Unwillingly, you got up to do what he asked walking into the kitchen to reheat the meal you had prepared for him earlier in the night. 

Mulling over the events that had happened over the course of the past six months, you contemplated on what you could possibly do next.  Kenji was still reaching out to you and he could possibly have the answers you were looking for... but he could also be lying out of his ass.   

There was no way in hell you would be able to talk to him with Ran so adamant about staying away from him.  If Suzu had any answers, those died along with her a while ago. 

Ran finished his shower, stepping back into his bedroom and putting on a pair of sweats to shield him from the cool air of the penthouse.  Taking his towel through his now damp hair, he began to dry it listening to the faint sounds of you shuffling around in the kitchen. 

The sound of muffled buzzing caught his undivided attention drawing him towards the center of the king-sized mattress. 

Standing over the bed, the faint glow of a display wrapped in the comforter now had his full attention. Both of those finely arched brows of his shot up in peaked curiosity. It was your phone; you still had that damn phone and Kenji Oh’s name was plastered on the screen from an incoming call.  Humming in discontent, Ran held the phone in hand waiting for the call to drop. 

“He’s still reaching out?” Ran sighed, turning the phone over to remove the battery along with the SIM card.  He intended to destroy the damned thing; he’d buy you another one tomorrow.    

Snapping the sim card in two and throwing it down the toilet was one thing, breaking the slim phone in half was another.  There wasn’t an excuse good enough for him that you needed to hang onto that phone, it was garbage. 

Sitting Ran’s dinner down on his dining room table, the sound of his bare feet padding against the wooden floors brought you out of your own muddled thoughts.  You jolted in a panic when your phone, now destroyed was dropped onto the table beside you.  He strolled past you in such a casual manner sitting in front of his dinner and began to eat as if nothing had happened. 

Your eyes danced from your distorted cellular device; which was nothing more than a twisted block of aluminum and then back to Ran unsure of how to react.  That phone had all of your information in it.  Your client’s information and what family you had left.   

Wordlessly, you continued to gawk at the hunk of metal before turning to Ran.  You wanted to make a fuss. You were concocting a plan but that just literally went up in flames before you. 

“Ran, that-” you stuttered, eyes wide in disbelief.  “My whole life was on that phone! My work, my clients, e-everything!” 

Ran was clearly unbothered.  He merely looked up from his plate and shrugged. 

“It’s just a phone, sweetheart.  I’ll get you another one tomorrow.” He mumbled, shoveling another fork full of his dinner into his mouth and humming in approval. 

You were at a loss of words, panic lodged in the back of your throat.  What were you going to do now?  How were you supposed to find out the answers that you wanted?  Ran clearly was in no rush to get them for you. 

“Oh, still reaching out to you it seems huh?”  Ran cleared his plate, throwing a long arm over the back of his chair.   

Your eyebrows creased in frustration as you retorted, picking up the now useless piece of metal. 

“He���s reaching out but-“ 

Ran interrupted you, his eyes reflecting the severity of his words. 

“You know this to keep you safe, right?” He clicked his tongue pushing his damp hair out of his face.  “You’re too damn naïve. You have no regard for your own safety. Just think about all of this for a minute.” 

You knew he was right.  You both knew he was nothing but.  But the feeling of dread that had seemingly overcome you was threatening to swallow you whole.  Without thinking you turned your back to him while trying to hold back the mess of tears that were threatening to fall free from their confines.  You didn’t want him to see you crying over something that could easily have been remedied.  You were pissed. 

“You think you know what’s going on y/n… but there's a lot of shit that you have no idea about.”  Ran picked up his plate and moved into the kitchen to put it down in the deep sink. 

Your eyes were on his back again watching him quietly as he washed his dish, you assumed.  The silence creeping over the kitchen makes you nervous.  You were thinking, you were hearing everything that was said, but you still needed answers. 

“Ran, I understand that bu-“ 

The shrill echo of broken glass cut you short, your attention focused on Ran’s tattooed back as he leaned in hunched over the counter.  He was tense, and whatever he broke was still down in the sink itself. 

“Just do what I told you to do until we figure this out.” The words were gritted out, his body language rigid and both hands gripping the edge of the counter. 

His voice was low, filled with indignation.  Afraid to irk him any further, you dropped the broken cellular device on the table and retreated back to the bedroom before clambering back into bed.  You assumed that Ran just needed to sober up, so you gave him some time and waited for him in bed. 

You were long gone in a deep sleep when he found himself underneath the blankets, drawing an arm around your waist as you slept. 

He pulled you closer into his hold, watching as you shifted lightly exhaling a small sigh of contentment. The action didn’t wake you; you were still snoring softly shuffling every now and again as the pads of his fingers danced across your skin.  

“Baby,” Ran mumbled, pulling the fabric of your robe away to expose your shoulder.  Kissing over the back of your shoulder his hand slipped between the plush of your thighs prodding at your bare cunt. 

You shifted again, groaning at the action still shackled by the depths of your content slumber. 

Ran inched closer, abdomen pressed firmly against your back while the hand between your thighs shifted to grasp the back of your thigh, lifting the limb before shoving his knee between.  He watched you again, your lips parting as he skimmed his middle and index fingers across the heat of your pussy, teasing the slick entrance. 

“Baby…” he tried again, flexing his hips against your backside as he eased a finger inside of you. You were drenched and completely unaware as his middle finger slid in with little to no resistance. 

That got a hushed mewl from you, hips shifting into the friction as if you were begging for more.  But the gesture stopped almost as soon as it started as you remained slack face nuzzling further into the comfort of your pillow. 

“Come on pretty girl, wake up.” Ran said, shifting from behind you so that he rested between the apex of your thighs. Resting your calf over his shoulder he inched his face closer to your cunt, index and thumb spreading the plump lips of your glistening pussy.  

Licking a flat stripe along your folds, his mouth latched onto your clit eliciting a startled whine high-pitched and needy.  That slightly aggressive friction from his lips suctioning over that sensitive bud awakened you from your slumber abruptly, your thighs immediately clasping tight around his ears. 

“Ah!” you keened in surprise, back arching up and off of the mattress as your eyes snapped open in confusion.  

Groggy and on the verge of an orgasm, you peered between your legs to lock eyes with shinning wisteria veiled orbs that seemed as if they were glowing in the darkness of the bedroom. 

“R-Ran.” you whimpered pathetically only able to fumble out a slew of curses as the wet friction from his tongue sent your nerves into a frenzy. 

“She’s awake.” Ran purrs in between swipes of his tongue, the vibrations from the timbre of his sweet voice causing your thighs to shake uncontrollably. 

“Ah, please...” your words were still heavily laced with sleep, shifting your hips forward to meet the heavy strokes of his tongue.  You were desperately and failing to try to chase after the climax that was  

so close yet so far away.  You felt like you were going to explode.  “Close...M-make me cum.” 

Ran pulled back hesitantly ceasing all friction against that sensitive button, wiping at the corners of your mouth that were now slick with your arousal with the back of his palm.  

Ignoring your complaints of being left high and dry, so close to an orgasm that you could practically taste it on the tip of your tongue. He patted the inside of your thigh urging you to turn over. 

“On your stomach,” he ordered. 

His words didn’t register immediately, you were still blinking away the haze of sleep until your eyes landed on the obvious bulge from his length resting along his thigh.   

His lips were now upturned into a rather facetious grin while pulling the band of his sweats down so that his dick sprung free. 

Your eyes widened in unabashed admiration as you watched him grab the base of his cock pumping lightly an opaque sliver of pre dribbling over and down the side of the ruddy tip. Leaning back on his haunches he groaned in anticipation, mumbling under his breath.  “Come on, don’t make me tell you twice.” 

Nodding slowly, you did as he said turning over so that you were on all fours.  You could feel his hand slipping underneath the silk robe you were still wearing, palm flat and piloting your upper half down until your chest was flat against the mattress. 

You shuddered at the feel of his cool fingertips traveling askew so that they were at rest at the plush of each of your thighs, the feel of his prodding at your slick hole causing you to gasp in surprise. 

At this angle, he felt big.  Bigger than usual and you were having second thoughts.  

Sucking in a deep breath, your body tensed as you felt the fat tip of him pushing into the well of your warmth with a good bit of resistance on your side.  It wasn’t too painful but you could tell that Ran thought otherwise when he paused his venture hovering over you. 

“Are you okay?” the words were ground out, his breath coming out in short pants.  He wanted to force his way inside and you were tempted to let him.  “Just relax.”   

His hand smoothed over your back as he spoke and you simply nodded resting a cheek on the back of your palm.  

In another stroke, he was buried within you pushing past any resistance your body was giving him.  He was nestled so deep inside of your guts, that you could have sworn that you felt him nestled against your cervix. 

Ran hissed in appreciation both of his hands now gripping at the curve of your hips, allowing you to shift and adjust to the feel of him. 

“How are you doing?” he asked, his fingertips squeezing your hips affectionately. 

You were still holding your breath, lips parted as you learned further into the back of your hand.  You felt incredibly full, the throb at your core coming back tenfold. 

“M-more please.” you quivered, near in desperation as he began to rut into you almost as if to hollow you out.  

And who was he to deny you what you were so eager for?  His movements were slow and controlled as he pulled his hips back, slowly slipping back into your warmth. 

The pair of you were now coated in a thin film of perspiration, the ragged sounds of Ran’s breath hovering beneath your ear as he leaned over you, leaning his torso to push you further into the mattress.  With every push and drag of his hips, you could feel every vein and ridge gliding along the cushion of your soft insides.   

You whimpered after he hit a particularly deep spot within you, a gush of air shooting from your lungs in a hurry as you whimpered underneath him. 

“N-no,” you were whining underneath the slow and steady assault the loud smack of his balls against your ass making you blush in embarrassment. 

“No?” Ran questioned, pushing himself deeper inside of you ushering yet another helpless whine.   

He drove into you over and over, the thick of his cock nudging against your cervix at every push and pull.  It was painful at first but with every stroke of his hips delicious friction, your cunt began to pulse in need of his touch.   

Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth over the back of your palm and into a sodden puddle against the sheets underneath.   

You decided against speaking any further, settling for the soft groans of pleasure that came with all the work that Ran was putting in behind you.   

He was close, you could tell by the way he almost painfully gripped your hips surely to leave bruises in the morning.  His abs were taut against your lower back motions becoming more erratic as his hips smacked against your ass.  

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling himself upright only to dig further into your slick once he had a firmer grip on your hips.   “You feel so fucking good baby, I’m almost there.” 

He only got a gurgled response in return your walls convulsing around his girth as if attempting to pull him further inside.  He groaned again, hips stammering to an abrupt stop as ropes of his release fill you in aggressive spurts.   

The feel of his warmth filling your insides triggered your own release, your legs suddenly unable to support your own weight.  Crying out in delight you fell flat on your belly, swallowing down gulps of fresh air to clear the shroud of arousal that had befallen your eyes. 

Ran collapsed almost simultaneously, drawing a tight forearm around your waist to pull you flat again his abdomen.  His grip was vice-like, his heavy breathing filling the cool air while he snuggled further into you his erection softening inside of you. 

“My baby,” he mumbled the words, obviously exhausted but reaching out to pull a blanket over the two of you.  “Get some sleep.” 

Maybe he was hoping that you weren’t upset with him after the slight altercation from earlier.  Your mind on the other hand was fuzz.  You were still caught up in the arousal-induced delirium that you’d barely registered his own words. 

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Ran did as he said he would.  The next day, the pair of you left the penthouse and he bought you a brand-new phone.  It was the newest iPhone, and he seemed more interested in the features than you were. 

Holding out the phone in front of you, he went over a few of the features excitedly as you walked arm and arm from the store.  You half-smiled at him, just relieved that you were able to retrieve your contact list from the one that was destroyed. 

Things were okay, you were having a semi-decent day and on top of that, you were able to spend some time with the maniac beside you.  After leaving the apple store, Ran insisted that the two of you go out for lunch.  Little did you know it was a small get-together that he and some of the other executives had planned. 

If you had known you would have most definitely declined more inclined to not be around any of his “coworkers”.  Sitting in the back of the black town car, you were going through your purse while Ran still happened to be fiddling with your new iPhone. 

For all, you knew he was turning on the location so that he could track you at all times.   

Canting your head off to the side you picked up a small blue plastic case from your bag.  You stared at it as if you’d never seen the item in your whole life.  But you had seen it before, it had just been a long while... months even since you had touched the thing. 

Your throat went dry as you continued to look at it, casually opening the case to reveal months and months worth of your birth control pills that hadn’t been touched.  Closing the case, you pushed it back into the bottom of your bag sitting stiffly beside Ran who was still busy utilizing your cellphone. 

A sense of dread had overcome you, that’s for sure.  Nausea settled in the pit of your stomach upon the dawning realization that... you hadn’t touched any birth control for almost 6 months?  Maybe longer. Taking a deep breath, you bit the side of your cheek before eyeing Ran out the corner of your eye.  

“Hideo, stop by the convenience store before heading over to the headquarters building.  I need to get cigarettes.” 

Your nausea intensified at the mention of cigarettes and nervously you intervened resting a hand on Ran’s thigh. 

“Don’t get cigarettes please,” you whined, and he simply laughed handing you your phone back.  

“They’re not for me,”  he added, looping an arm around your shoulders. 

Following Ran inside of the small convenience store, you watched him as he slinked off shooting you a quick gander.  “Stay close hm?” 

You nodded as he stalked off walking down the isles until you came across a pregnancy test glancing around before you even thought to pick it up.  Reading over the instructions, you began to feel even more ill.  This was incredibly nerve-wracking, and there was no way you wanted Ran to even think that there was a possibility of you being pregnant. 

Raising the alarm would cause more stress than anything else.  Plus, you hadn’t been feeling bad or anything, and you haven’t gained any weight.  Maybe you were being dramatic?  Taking a test just to be sure wouldn’t hurt anyone.   

“Let's go.”   

Ran’s voice behind you startled you out of your own thoughts, with you shoving the pregnancy test into your purse and turning around to face him.  Nervously, you began to walk towards the cash register with him behind you. 

“Did you need anything?”  he asked, throwing his arm around your shoulders as he so often did. 

Laughing nervously, you shook your head hastily.   

“No, I’m fine.  We can go.” 

Shrugging, Ran began to walk towards the exit with you following behind him.  Opening the door for you, you slid in nerves absolutely fried from having almost been caught with a pregnancy test and openly stealing from a convenience store. 

Your face burned the heat of your shame and embarrassment likely getting the best of you.  You couldn't believe you actually just shoplifted from a damn store.  If you were caught, you would have never lived any of that down.   

“I have a meeting to go to, you’re going to tag along today.”  Ran mentioned off-handedly. 

Clutching your purse tightly against your side you nervously tried to suggest that he leave you at home.  

“Can I just... go back home? I’ll just be in the way...” 

Ran shook his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked you over.  You were dressed in one of those pencil skirts that you seemed to like so much and a cute floral off-the-shoulder top.  Your hair was slicked up into a tight ponytail, curls flying haphazardly down your back.  You were a sight to see.  You looked casual enough, but just so no one would get the wrong idea Ran took off his suit jacket.   

“Here wear this.” he insisted, eying the black stilettos you were wearing.  Maybe he should have left you at home.   

“Ran,” you complained about it, but you took his jacket from him resting it over your lap.  “You can take me home; I don’t have to be there.” 

He considered it for a moment, before shaking his head.   

“Mm... we’re already late.” 

[naoyaslut]

The Hills Ch. 7

MDNI - NSFW +18 ONLY

pairings: ran haitani x !femreader x !femreader kenji OC feat: suzu, hanma shuji, mikey, rin, shen ito

warnings: warnings: suicide mention, profanity, light-smut, dubcon elements, soft ran, confused ran, mention of death, mourning, drug mention

a/n: (just some additional info that may or may not be interesting.) Shuroi Ryu: Translated to Black Dragon - Another well-known gang in Roppongi just like Bonten. They are very under the radar and operate in the depths of the black market. Shen Ito - Current head of the Black Dragon gang. Shinjiro L/N - Y/N's older brother. He was found dead in his apartment by Y/N, three years ago. His case was open and closed, it was ruled "death by suicide".

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t@glist: @alice-smutthoughts , @dumbbitchuni-versity, @renxnana, @pulchritxde , @baggymcqueen @tojitsukaisen 

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Kenji stood silently in the doorway of the lobby, eyes scanning the room back and forth looking for a familiar head of brown hair.  He had his own ways of acquiring information, and it didn’t take long to get Haitani to spit out the name of the institution where Suzu was being housed.  It seemed as if he wanted Suzu away from y/n just as much as he did. 

He spotted her as soon as she pushed her way through the double doors, still dressed in flannel pajamas with an old robe thrown over it.  Tilting his chin up, he pursed his lips together and blew; eliciting a short high-pitched whistle to get her attention. 

Her eyes snapped up quickly, in his direction a goofy smile replacing the sullen frown she was wearing.  Kenji watched as she followed him into the main hallway, his hand grasping hold of her bicep and pulling her into an empty office.   

Shutting the door behind the both of them, Kenji released her crossing both of his arms over his chest as he stared down at her. 

“Ken, what are you doing here?  How did you know where I was?” she asked, eyes wide with surprise as she looked him over.   

She was only met with silence and a blank stare from Kenji, as his jaw tensed in aggravation. 

“I told you to stay away from her, didn’t I?”  his voice was flat until his irritation nearly caused his voice to crack. 

Suzu shook her head from side to side in denial as she tried to explain herself. 

“No, wait.  I tried to get her away from all of this, that night at the club was a mistake.”  latching onto the sleeve of Kenji’s leather jacket she tugged him towards her as the opposite hand grabbed onto the lapels.  “I was high, and I let Hanma talk me into drugging her I-I didn’t mean for all of this to happen.” 

Kenji grabbed ahold of Suzu’s wrist squeezing hard enough to make her let go of his sleeve and peeled the other hand off of him before leaning down towards her. 

“What’s so hard for you to understand, Suzu.  Now you’ve got her roped into some stupid Bonten shit.” he dropped her hand sighing in annoyance.   

“Ken, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean for any of this to happen, I’ve told her to stay away from Ran and that it’s not safe.”  Suzu pleaded, hands now rubbing over her wrists.   

Kenji groaned, scratching at the scruff that was beginning to grow over his jaw. 

“I was supposed to retire here soon.  I was going to finally ask her to marry me, and that was supposed to be it.”  he sighed again, pinning Suzu with a hard glare.   

She looked hurt, tearing her eyes away from him as she stared off into a wall. 

“Yeah, Suzu.  I planned on marrying her, but you knew that. Right?”  Kenji began to rub at the nape of his neck walking back and forth in the room.  “You have to be sick in the head that you would try to do something to harm her, just so we don’t end up together.” 

Suzu’s eyes widened her hands fixing themselves to the lapels of her robe.  She pulled it tighter over herself as if she were attempting to make herself smaller. 

“K-Ken... I... I honestly didn’t mean it.” Tears were visibly streaming down her face, the sleeves of her robe wiping fervently to clear them away.  “I’m really sorry, please don’t be mad at me.” 

“Seek help Suzu.” Kenji turned a hand grasping the door handle but was stopped by Suzu latching onto the sleeve of his jacket again. 

“Ken w-wait! I know something, maybe you can use it. Just please don’t leave me here, you have to get me out when my three months are up, please.” she tugged on his sleeve a little more aggressive than she did before.  “Y/n wants to help me, she said that you would help me too.  Please she forgives me, honest.  You have to believe that I didn’t want anything to happen to her. I swear!” 

Suzu began to talk quickly, her eyes searching the room as if there was someone else listening in on the two of them.  Calming down once it got Kenji to stop his attempt at leaving the room. 

“Go ahead, talk.” 

“Listen, I know that Bonten and Kuroi Ryu and Bonten have been working together for a while, but-but.  Hanma hired someone to take out the lead... Shen! His name is Shen, right?!” 

Kenji’s facial expression barely budged, he was still giving Suzu the cold shoulder.  Pulling his sleeve from her grip again he considered the information she had given him. 

“Stay the fuck away from y/n Suzu.  If I catch you talking to her again, I’ll lock you up myself.”  

Kenji let himself out of the empty room and left Suzu alone with her frustrations.   

She couldn’t believe he was acting this way toward her.  It seemed like everything was still about y/n, Kenji would never seem to look in her direction. 

That... son of a bitch.  Fine. 

“I’ll make sure she’ll never look for you again, Kenji.  Then all you’ll have is me.”  Shrugging nonchalantly, she wiped her face free of her tears, very satisfied with her performance. 

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“Profit is up at Tantra.  We haven’t had any mishaps in a long time, and we got a new group of girls who are coming in soon too.”  Hanma leaned back in his chair, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke from his cigar. 

The atmosphere of the office was the usual, dimly lit, and the dusk of the sun settling amongst the skies.  Everyone who wasn’t on the outside tending to an assigned task was inside of the room, Mikey at the end of the table with one leg kicked up on the edge.  His eyes were blank as he studied the Taiyaki in his hand after inspecting it shoving the confection into his mouth. 

Sanzu stood nearby, his attention fixated on an assortment of pills he was sorting off into a separate bag.  Both Rin and Ran sat on the opposite side, Rin stone-faced and Ran resting both elbows on the tabletop as he scrolled through his messages.   

Hanma continued to update Mikey on what he’s been up to with the club he had been given free rein over, Mikey inquiring every now and again on his main interest in the figures it was making. 

“We should do well if we open another club, just have to decide who would be a good fit to manage shit over there.” Hanma pushed his glasses back up over the bridge of his nose.  “Ran would be a good candidate, he’s a real good people person.” 

Ran merely clicked his tongue in acknowledgment, his attention not shifting one bit from the screen of his cellphone. 

“How did the meeting with the Chief of Police work out?”  Mikey asked shoving the last of his snack into his mouth.  

Ran shrugged almost nonchalantly placing the cellular device back in the pocket of his suit jacket. 

“It went off without a hitch, they accepted my donation and I was even introduced to a few of their board members.” Ran smirked more to himself than anyone else.  “People are really easy to convince after you throw a little money their way.” 

Mikey sat up dropping his sandal-clad foot back onto the floor, eyes black as night honing in on Ran. 

“So, we shouldn’t have any issues with the upcoming shipment coming in.”  Mikey tapped his foot on the floor. “At least for a little while.” 

Ran nodded, absolute standing up in his chair adjusting his suit a bit. 

“None whatsoever.” Ran assured. 

Mikey leaned forward on the table, red bean paste smeared on the corner of his lip and propping his elbow up resting his chin in his palm. 

“I’m going to meet Shen, of Kuroi Ryu.  Taking Sanzu with me, we have some other shit to discuss regarding his men on the inside of the RPD (Roppongi Police Department).”   

Mikey stood, running the sleeve of his hoody across his mouth cleaning the red bean paste away.  

“Since Ran is succeeding well enough with getting us in good with the head of the police, I think he should keep at it.”  Mikey mentioned this offhandedly, ‘causing Hanma to pipe up from his seat. 

“I’m sure it was his cute little side-kick who sealed the deal.” Hanma smiled to himself, eyes rolling up towards the ceiling as he slapped a gloved hand on the table.  “Can’t wait to get a taste of that little pussy.  These whores are getting dull.  Especially Suzu’s crazy ass.  Getting a little too bold for my liking.” 

Mikey raised a curious brow, watching Hanma and Ran go back and forth.  They were really arguing over a woman right now?  Whoever she was, she didn’t work for Bonten.  So, who was the mystery woman who had agreed to help Ran with the Chief of Police? 

Ran laughed out loud running the pad of his thumb over his tongue, and swiping it over one of his eyebrows. 

“I know for a fact, she wouldn’t even let you stick your tongue in her asshole.” he barked out another round of laughter, that even got Rin to crack a smile if only briefly. 

“It doesn’t matter what she wants.” Hanma huffed, in annoyance sending a glare toward Ran.  “When are you breaking her in? I’m tired of waiting.” 

“She doesn’t work for you Hanma; she works for me.”  Ran pushed away from the table since the meeting had concluded turning towards the exit.  Turning back towards Hanma he laughed again.  “What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is mine! Remember that.” 

“Selfish prick.”  Hanma spat the words as Ran left out of the conference room with Rin following on his brother’s tail.   

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“Thank you.” you offered your uber driver a smile as you stepped out into the rain, letting up your umbrella to shield yourself from the mist.  Pulling the strap of your purse higher up on your shoulder, you continued your slow tread into the cemetery where your brother, Shinjiro was buried in.   

Your mind was already foggy and your body aching.  You assumed you were coming down with something, perhaps a bad cold as the fall was starting to set in.  Running a hand over your forehead, you continued forward ignoring the exhaustion that seemed to fall over you. 

Today, September 9th was his birthday, he would have been thirty today.  Smiling sadly, you looked over to the small bouquet of Hibiscus flowers held in hand.  They were his favorite.  He never could give you a reason why, he just insisted he loved the bright colors.  This year you brought him a bright orange, hopefully, something that would bring the sun to him on this gloomy day. 

Ascending the last few stairs up to your family’s resting plot, you walked into the large space examining the headstone.   The area was freshly cut, and there was an old bouquet of old hibiscus flowers that were still lying there from your last visit.    It had been a while since you last came, the flowers were dull and lifeless and desperately needed to be exchanged. 

Squatting low, you laid your umbrella down on the grass next to Shinjiro’s headstone and busied yourself with changing out the flowers.  The rain seemed to pick up as you took your time, drenching your hair and seeping through the grey sweater you wore.   

“Here, I brought you these.”  Resting the bouquet against the headstone you stared down at it quietly, completely forgetting about the umbrella beside you.  The longer you sat, the heavier the rain poured the greying clouds overhead rushing in like a stampede.   

“I miss you Shin... a lot.  Sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing with myself, I wish you were here though.”  you laughed sheepishly, your vision growing fuzzy.  You weren’t sure if it was from the rain or your unshed tears.  “I really needed you here... I’m being pretty stupid lately.” 

Resting a palm on your forehead, you continued to weep tracing a finger over his portrait on the marble headstone. 

“Happy Birthday, I love you.”   

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting, but the lack of chill from the rain pinging against your head brought you out of your foreign thoughts.  Looking above you, the umbrella you had put to the side was shielding you from the rainfall a pair of blue jeans and a leather jacket only visible until it moved aside. 

“Come on baby doll, let's get you out of this rain.”  

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You knew it was Kenji before your brain tried to make sense of everything.  He always showed up at the cemetery when you were visiting your brother’s resting place. Usually, he’d take the trip with you, but since the two of you hadn’t been talking on terms lately you didn’t ask him to come. 

You roused from a short nap after crying yourself to sleep you think.  Body aching for some strange reason and eyes red and puffy from crying.  You felt feverish.  A light sheen of sweat covers your entire body. Blinking profusely, you rubbed harshly at your eyes as if to rub the sleep away.  Once you opened your eyes, you realized the room was dark, the sun had set a while ago.   

The clothes you had been wearing earlier were gone too, a large t-shirt in their place.  The room seemed stuffy a little bit too warm for your liking, so you unwrapped yourself from the comforter readjusting your position on the bed. 

You were facing a barren cream-colored wall an end table on the other side of the bed.  You realized the lack of decorations and the faint scent of Kenji’s lingering cologne on the comforter.  Sighing in exasperation, you turned over towards the other side of the bed only to be met with a very vivid image of your older brother Shinjiro slumped against the wall in a puddle of his own blood. 

You stopped breathing, unable to tear your eyes away from what you thought you were hallucinating.  The puddle of blood beneath him just seemed to get larger, attracting your gaze as if it were some sort of magnet.  You were sure it wasn’t real.  It wasn’t real.  What you weren’t expecting was the hand that was propped up on the floor to shift slightly, it caught you by surprise as the panic began to rise up through your chest.  

The blood-curdling scream left your mouth before you could smother it with your hands, eyes screwing shut as you pushed yourself so far to the edge of the bed that you fell off of the edge of the mattress.  You were hysterical enough that Kenji burst into the room flicking on the lights, scanning the room for you. 

“What? What’s wrong?!” he looked around the room frantically, unsure of what he was supposed to be seeing. There was nothing there but himself and you curled up in a ball in the middle of the floor. 

Kenji crossed the room, settled himself on the floor beside you, and pulled you into his lap.  You were still in tears, eyes scrunched shut as you cried into his chest.  He sat there and held you until you calmed down, noticing that you were refusing to look at him or anywhere else in the room. 

“What happened?” Kenji asked, his hand smoothing over your hair that was still damp from the rain earlier in the day. 

Fisting Kenji’s shirt, you shook your head before looking around the room in a slight panic.  What you saw, or what you thought you saw wasn’t there anymore.  Swallowing tightly, both of your hands dropped into your lap. 

“I must have... had a nightmare... I-” drawing both hands up to cover your mouth, you began to cry again pulling away from Kenji as he tried to embrace you.  “No-no.  I’m fine.” 

Kenji dropped his hands, resting one on your back as if he were trying to console you. 

“You can talk to me...”  Kenji gently knocked his forehead against your own softly, resting it there as you continued to calm down. 

“Today is just a little harder than usual.  I don’t know why,” you admitted.  Closing your eyes, you leaned into him allowing him to wrap his arms around you.  

“I get it, you miss Shinji.  I do too.”  Ken rested his chin atop your head, palm rubbing over the nape of your neck. 

“I never saw it coming... at all.” Curling further into his warmth, you frowned as you stared across the room.  “And to have been the one who found him, I just...”  you paused at the feel of Kenji’s lips on your forehead as he attempted to comfort you further. 

“I’m really sorry you were the one to find him.” he pulled you tighter into his arms, planting another wet kiss on your forehead.  “I know it was traumatizing.  You shouldn’t have been the one to stumble onto something like that.” 

Your stomach was beginning to turn uncomfortably at the warmth of Kenji’s close proximity.  Your own body was warm to the touch and everything in the room seemingly growing fuzzy. 

“Kenji,” you complained, pulling away from him slowly so that your eyes met his.   

“What is it, baby?”  Kenji ran a large palm across your forehead, brushing away a few strands of hair. 

He looked, different you thought.  The silhouette of his appearance faded in and out of focus as you tried to make him out right in front of you. 

Shaking the haze away, you faltered, realizing that the short distance that was between the two of you was getting smaller.  He was going to kiss you. 

“N-no don-” 

His mouth was on yours before you could react, his lips set on devouring your own.  Gasping in surprise, you sluggishly returned his attention closing your eyes as the room began to spin overhead.   

Upon feeling the flat surface of the wood floor underneath your back, your eyes fluttered open tiredly to catch a quick glimpse of Kenji hovering over you.  He was maneuvering your legs haphazardly to fit himself in-between, a hand reaching between your thighs to peel back your underwear. 

“Ken.” you slurred, blinking in excess as you again tried to clear the fog from out in front of your eyes.   

Your stomach was in knots and everything around you seemed to be moving in slow motion.  You inadvertently groaned upon feeling his fingers skimming over your heat, fingers slipping inside eliciting another tepid moan. 

It’s hot. You noted, squeezing your eyes shut as you attempted to take in another breath of air, your legs tensing uncomfortably at the intrusion between your thighs. 

Slinging your underwear off to the side, he continued to hover over you observing your disoriented state. 

“Baby doll,” he called out to you, index and thumb grasping lightly at the angular of your jaw.  He waited for your response, but when you didn't acknowledge him, he leaned forward lips lightly grazing your own. 

“Baby doll, I need you to stay away from Suzu and Haitani.” he pressed; his expression unreadable.  You were barely coherent, and here he was trying his best to keep you away from one of the people you were set on saving. 

Cracking both of your eyelids open you stared up at him, your breathing shallow as you tried to make out the features of his face.  You felt God awful, the pounding in your head intensifying tenfold from your position on the floor.  Groaning you shifted slightly underneath him, one of your free hands slapping itself against his chest to push him away from you. 

“Ken... I don’t...” your eyes fluttered closed, as you allowed your head to fall limply to the side.  “We have to... h-help her she’s in trouble she-” 

You trailed off again, jolting in surprise as Kenji shoved those digits further inside of you in a well-practiced curl.  Your breath left your lungs as an involuntary whimper crawled up your throat.   

“Don’t see Haitani again.” Kenji leaned over you, pressing his nose into the column of your throat fingers still flexing inside of your heat. 

“K-Ken, stop- I don’t-”  

The knot in your belly was woven so tight, that it was almost painful.  The illicit heat that was swelling between your thighs coming to an all-time high, a whimper being choked out beyond your control.  

You cringed, feeling faint the budding orgasm he was offering you slowly dwindled as you writhed underneath him. 

“Ken- Ken...” 

Your words stumbled to a stop, as Kenji examined your disoriented state, quickly throwing a hand over your forehead to take a quick temp. 

“Ah, shit.”  

Kenji pulled you up into a sitting position, running the palm of his hand along your nape, and noticed the start of perspiration along your body that had begun to soak through your shirt. 

You’d lost consciousness not long after that little episode with Kenji, getting you to the hospital to be admitted.  

When you regained consciousness, you were lying in a hospital bed the blinds drawn closed keeping out any additional sunlight that may have awoken you.  You were still weak from the episode the day before, vague memories of the night before playing sporadically as you came to. 

Your fever was gone, but the disorientation still lingered as you sat up quietly in the hospital bed.  The room was empty, the television mounted in the corner of the ceiling playing an unnamed television show complete with subtitles.   

Your attention first went to the IV plugged into your left arm and then the additional monitors that had been attached to your being.   

Kenji entered the hospital room a Styrofoam cup in hand probably filled with black coffee.  He sent you a glance and sighed in relief as he crossed the room to sit in the chair next to your hospital bed.   

“You’re finally awake.” sitting the cup on the stand behind him, he rested one hand on his knee the other sifting through his hair.  It wasn’t tied up like normally, bone straight and falling over his shoulders. “How are you feeling?” 

“I don’t know.  Exhausted” you admitted, giving him your full attention. 

“You tested positive for the flu.” He leaned forward towards the edge of the hospital bed.  “They said that once your fever was gone and you could be discharged.” 

Rubbing your hand along your face, you pouted slightly.  You were definitely warm to the touch still, and you still felt a little off. 

“I’ll go get the nurse, sit tight.”  

Kenji was up and out of the room a few seconds later, hailing a nurse to come to check you out.  She looked you over, checked your temperature, and took notes on your composure.   

“I’ll go inform the doctor overall, it’ll be his decision on whether you can go or not.  You do still have a fever.”  Tapping her pen on her clipboard she glanced toward Kenji.  “She could possibly be out of here towards the end of the night if the fever improves.  But if her temp stays up like this...” she glanced down at her clipboard again at the temperature she penciled in on the keyboard. 103.2 “You may want to leave her overnight, that’s pretty high.  But once the medication brings it down you can take your wife home.” 

Wife.  Your stomach did a 360 at the word, the skin on the back of your neck starting to prickle.  You wanted to be his wife at one point, but things have changed.   

The nurse and Kenji exchanged a few more words with one another as you blocked them off, the heat from your fever seemingly muddling your own thoughts.  Did you still love him?  You couldn’t make sense of any of your feelings, not anymore. 

“Thank you.”  Kenji gave the nurse a smile and didn’t even bother to correct her on the assumption that the two of you were married.  Making his way back to the hospital bed, he ran his hand over your forehead bringing you out of your dazed state. 

“I want you to stay here, just rest for a bit until I come back to get you tomorrow.”  Kenji stepped away from the hospital bed to grab his leather jacket that was hanging over the back of the chair he was sitting on. 

Startled you nearly swung your legs over the bed to climb off to follow him.  

“I don’t want to stay here, where are you going?” you demanded, pinning him with an agitated glare.   

“I have to go back to work, there was a double murder on the other side of town.”  

Work.  You understood, you couldn’t keep him from going back out there even if you wanted to.  Solemnly you leaned back on the hospital bed to turn on your side and tuck your knees to your chest. Kenji pulled the blanket on the bed back over you before wiping a bead of sweat from your brow.   

“I’ll come back in the morning.  In the meantime, get some rest,” He paused briefly before continuing.  “We need to have a serious conversation when I get back, I’m getting sick of you not listening to me.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him in contempt, eyes dropping down to eye his hand that was resting on your shoulder and back up to his face before you rolled back over turning away from him.  You were tired, your building frustration just the icing on the cake.   

“You can leave now.”   

You had an idea of what he was referring to.  It had to do with Suzu and undoubtedly Ran.  Instead of arguing with him, you’d ignore him.  Kenji wanted to control you.  Why?  Maybe to protect you from slipping further into the dank depths that Suzu had gotten dragged you into.  Or maybe it was something else? 

Nothing made sense anymore.  Kenji obviously knew more than he was letting on, yet he wasn’t making a move to help Suzu get away from them.  Why was he refraining from helping?  

You could tell that he was still standing over the hospital the soft sound of his breathing putting your nerves on edge.  The weight of something being tossed on the bed was the last thing you felt before Kenji walked out of the room and left you for good.   

You didn’t turn to check to see what it was until he was gone.  But when you did, you could see your cellphone and a charger sitting at the end of the hospital bed.  Slowly, you sat up, reaching for the phone to check the battery life.   

It was fully charged, thankfully.  Against your better judgment, you unlocked it scrolling through your contacts to land on one that was named “DONT DO IT”.   

Instead of calling, you opted to send a text message.  You told yourself that you wouldn’t contact him again after the last time.  But here you were reaching out once again. 

You: Can you come to pick me up from the Roppongi hospital?

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Even though you still had a fever, by the time Ran Haitani had arrived.  Someway, somehow, he convinced the head nurse in charge to discharge you into his care.  You were sent off with ibuprofen for your fever and a few pain killers for your body aches.   

His mood upon leaving the hospital was unreadable, a heavy cloud of silence and agitation hovering over the lot of you as he brought you back to that same penthouse he had a few days ago. 

Patiently, he sat you on the edge of the king-sized mattress fitted with dark navy silk sheets before kneeling in front of you.  You were still dazed, the hand trailing along your throat and neck warm to the touch, noting that you still had a fever.  Ran sighed heavily, irritation creeping into his normally relaxed features.   

Pulling the brown bag with the meds in them out of his suit jacket, he pulled the liquid from the bottle free sitting it on the nightstand next to the bed.  He came to a stop once again in front of you, as your eyes zeroed in on his blurry figure seemingly unseeing. 

“Arms up.” he barked, his tone not very kind. 

The abrupt command caught you off guard, a startled squeak escaping your lips as you attempted to do what he asked.  Your arms felt like lead, as you struggled to lift them, only to have Ran do it for you pulling Kenji’s oversized shirt over your head and onto the floor.  You sat in silence, naked wearing nothing but the pair of panties that you came with not even bothering to cover yourself. 

Moments later it was replaced by an oversized silk one, looking to belong to a long-sleeved pajama set. Ran took the time to button up every single button before pulling away from you.  He left the room for a moment, returning with an unopened bottle of VOSS (artesian water. Its water.) and what looked to be a measuring spoon. 

You teetered for a split second, uprighting yourself as you watched Ran reading over the medicine bottle eyebrows pinched in concentration.  He looked really aggravated, so much that you inadvertently apologized as you watched him from the edge of the bed. 

“I’m sorry.” the words were quiet enough, but it was obvious that he had heard you because he only clicked his tongue in response.   

Pouring the medicine over the spoon, he made his way back over to you before kneeling in front of you again holding the spoon up to your lips. 

“Open up.”  

Tearing your gaze from Ran’s face, you stared at the spoon if only for a second before your mouth opened with him shoving the metallic silverware inside. 

You swallowed the concoction as you were told and were met with another spoonful that he was holding out towards you.  Repeating the action once again, you watched as Ran lingered in front of you the back of his hand grazing your cheek lightly. 

“You’re on fire.” next he was offering you the water bottle, watching as you took a small few sips before guiding you down on your back to lie on the mattress.  

“I’m fine...” you mumbled, watching as Ran scoffed at your words.  You were tired 

He pulled the weighted blanket that was folded on the edge of the bed over you sitting on the edge of the bed, pinning you with a confused glare. 

He never would have done this for anyone, other than Rin maybe.  But he questioned his own intentions when in the beginning he was only utilizing your presence indeed for his own benefit, for Bonten’s benefit.  

There was still a thin film of sweat lining your forehead, as he guided a hand through your curls his curiosity beginning to get the better of him.  He shouldn’t care to ask you anything, but he wanted to.  He was interested in what led you up to this point, sick and lethargic in a hospital when only two days' time had passed and him being the person you’d call to come and save you. 

By now you’d closed your eyes, attempting to get some rest but you weren’t quite there yet.  The combination of Ran’s hand in your hair and his silence were both comforting and unnerving causing you to curiously open your eyes to study his expression.  You were immediately greeted by his impassive face a brow quirked up in inquiry.  It was as if he were asking you, what had happened but made no move to vocalize it.  

“I was out in the rain today... without a proper coat.” tucking the blanket underneath your chin, you watched him quietly to see if he would accept the explanation.   

His brow only inched further up, a slight crease forming between the two as if he were getting annoyed. 

“Today was my brother’s birthday, I went to visit his resting place but I got distracted.”  you shifted against the pillow you were laying on, wiping your forehead with your palm.  “I honestly don’t know how long I was out there.” 

Ran let out a short breath, leaning towards annoyance.   

“Stupid.”  Ran stood up, walking into a large walk-in closet and out of your line of sight.  You were too weak to even attempt to follow him but could hear the shuffling of fabric from inside.  He stepped back into your field of view with a towel wrapped around his waist, leaning over you and looking over your face. 

“Just relax.”   

He left the side of the bed once again, the sound of a running shower reaching your ears not long after.  You weren’t sure when you dozed off, but the next time you woke up you found yourself wrapped in Ran’s arms still burning up from the fever.   

Your fever was up and down all night.  And surprisingly, every time you awakened delirious and covered in sweat Ran was there beside you.  Giving you ibuprofen, forcing you to drink water, or wiping the sweat from your brow. 

Although it had only been the two of them growing up together, Ran had never experienced anything like this before.  Taking care of someone as fragile as you while they were sick.  He saw how helpless you appeared, how you’d awaken pushing yourself into his arms desperate for some sort of contact. 

He didn’t like it.  He didn’t care for the slight warmth that bloomed within his chest nor the satisfaction that accompanied it when your fever finally broke and you insisted that you felt better.  Ran knew he was soft on you, but to what extent? 

"Too soft,", he thought as he carried you into his bathroom to run you a bath.  Submerging you into the warm water just to scrub you clean before getting you back to bed, into his bed where you curled into his side head resting against his breast. 

The sun was rising over the horizon before he even realized it, the sunlight creeping in behind the blinds waking you from slumber.  He watched you blink a few times before a hand came to rub at your eyes, a long widemouthed yawn following right after. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his hand testing your forehead for any excessive warmth. 

You nodded feebly, groggy, burying your face into his side.  Your fever was gone, but you were still exhausted.  “Just so tired.” 

You could feel him shift uncomfortably underneath the blanket, taking the time to draw an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer.  Pressing his nose into your curls, inhaling the faint traces of strawberries and cream shampoo that was used the day prior.  

The more he shifted, the more you became aware of the stiffening appendage at rest pressing against your abdomen.  You were trying to ignore it as if the thought of it wasn’t affecting you but the heavy pulsing between your thighs was starting to become impossible to ignore. 

Shuddering at the warmth that seemed to be coming off of him in waves, you blinked in surprise when you felt a chaste kiss meet your cheekbones.  He had been talking, but you were so off kilter out that you didn’t comprehend not one word.   

“I’ll let you rest then.” he hummed against the skin of your cheek, his next question completely catching you off guard.  “What was your brother’s name?”  

Cuddling further into the warmth that was Ran Haitani, your fingers grasped at his slender waist idling over the lean definition of his abdomen. 

“Shinjiro L/N.” 

Ran paused momentarily, his fingers still guiding themselves through the mass of curls pulled back towards your nape.  The name sounded vaguely familiar, but Ran just couldn’t place where he knew it from.   

“His birthday is always a hard day for me-” you started, fingers moving up along his torso to aptly trace over where you picture the black ink of his tattoo would be.  “I just don’t think that my brother took his own life...” 

You paused, glancing up at Ran to meet with those piercing lilac irises.  “There was something strange with his investigation... like there are things that just aren’t right. A-and out of place.”  you sighed resting your head back against his chest as your fatigue began to overcome you.  “Every time I asked for details, they said that his case file was sealed or that I didn’t have the proper credentials, or that it was closed.” 

Ran shushed you, chuckling under his breath.  He admired the fire, and how much effort you put forth in looking into the circumstances of your brother’s death.  He would do the same, of course in a different manner especially if he knew that foul play was at hand. 

Since you were so adamant about it, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to see what he could dig up for his current muse.  

“Don’t get yourself so worked up, I have a few people on the inside.  I think I can help you out a bit.” 

Meeting his eyes again, wide with shock your mouth opened in closed like a fish gasping for oxygen.  He was offering to help you again, how very noble of the Bonten gang member.  You already knew he’d want something in return, so you bit back your reservations waiting for what was to follow. 

Ran grinned slowly, eyes heavy with exhaustion.  

“But it’s going to cost you, sweetheart.”  

Swallowing the tightness within your throat, you nodded compliantly at the extremely vague request. 

“I’ll do anything.” 

“Good.”  Ran cooed down at you, his mouth descending to cover your own in a rather hungry kiss.  He was tired, but his body was tense and desperate to be inside of you.  But he’d keep his word, he’d let you recover and then reclaim what he wanted. 

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BONUS CONTEXT: 

THE DAY BEFORE 

“I just got wind of, Hanma Shuji hired someone and is planning to try and kill you.”  Kenji moved towards the opening of the abandoned warehouse, the doors long ago stripped from their hinges.   

“Hanma of Bonten?  He’s really going to try and kill me, against Mikey’s orders?”  Shen scoffed from his seat on the pavement, pulling his cigarette from in between his lips.  His blonde hair was pulled back into a top knot at the top of his head, the sides shaved completely down until only his scalp was visible.  A small black dragon tattoo was visible on the back of his head, the same one that Kenji had printed on the underside of his bicep. 

He scratched his head with the opposite hand, confusion marring his boyish features. 

“Eh, I don’t really get it.” he mused.  “I thought what we had was pretty good.” 

Kenji shook his head, leaning against the opening he had just stepped out of.   

“I’m not saying it’s true.  One of my girls on the inside mentioned it this morning, she’s detoxing, so she will say anything.”  he shrugged himself, eyes glancing out into the sky where the sun was beginning to set.  “But you know, an addict’s word may hold some truth to it.  So just be careful, huh?” 

Shen nodded as he pinched the edge of his cigarette between his teeth, pushing up into standing in one quick motion.   

“I’ll talk to Mikey, maybe he’ll know something.” 

Kenji tsked, walking towards Shen before clapping him on the shoulder. 

“Don’t be stupid.  Just be on the lookout.  I know we have it good with Bonten for now, but we don’t know the schematics, understand?” 

Shen smiled, a little too wide, before allowing the cigarette to drop down on the stone pavement below. 

“I gotcha bro.”  He laughed before shoving his hands into his pockets and heading out of the warehouse.  “I’ll hit you later, be easy out there.” 

Kenji watched in silence as Shen walked off, easing his way into the backseat of a black unmarked sedan.   That kid was young, but he was smart.  And to think that he took over an underground gang right from underneath his own father’s nose.   

Ken glanced towards his bicep, where his tattoo was covered by his leather jacket.  Never had he thought he would have been initiated into the Kuroi Ryu.  He initially worked for Shen’s father, but now that he was gone it was his job to help keep Shen in check.   

The Kuroi Ryu was just another gang in Roppongi.  One that had almost all and absolute control over a number of the police forces within the area.  He did his best to keep Kuroi Ryu out of the public eye, only a few civilians knew who they were.  And when they did, they weren’t around the land of living for long. 

Shen messed up years ago, and Kenji was the one who had to fix it.  When things got out of hand, business was business.  It didn’t matter who you were, he’d do anything and everything he could to protect Kuroi Ryu’s reputation. 

“Damn, kid.” 

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The Hills Ch. 16

NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

AGELESS AND MINIMAL BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!

pairings: ran haitani x !femreader+18

warnings: profanity

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Ran stared down blankly at his burner phone as it began to ring cocking a well-maintained eyebrow up in annoyance.  Silencing the phone, he placed it back in the pocket of his suit jacket before reclining in the seat of his chair.

Rin looked up from the newspaper he had been scanning through peering over the page at his older brother, who seemed to be on edge. 

“You can’t just keep ignoring the calls Ran, she won’t stop until you tell her to.”  Rin narrowed his eyes in annoyance at his brother’s stupidity.  If he didn’t want anything to do with Ivy, he should obviously tell her that.  Raising his eyebrows at his own logic he shrugged more to himself than anyone else.  She was kind of nutty, and the two of them knew that she didn’t take rejection well.

Ran shot Rin a tired glare from his desk rubbing both of his palms over his face.  There was a lot of shit going on at the moment.  Between the bodies being identified down at the docks, a pregnant girl who he’s trying to keep happy and at arm’s length, and now Ivy.  Ivy, Ivy, Ivy. 

Ran grit his teeth in irritation at the realization that his number one bothersome headache had returned from a stint in prison after taking responsibility for something that could have outed Bonten as an organization.

The vibration from Ran’s phone began to echo throughout the office once again with him refusing to even look at it.  He already knew it was Ivy.  She was never good at taking subtle hints and never stopped until she got what she wanted. 

Now that’s she’s out of prison, she’s probably going to think that she entitled to whatever the hell she wants. 

Ran scoffed at the thought his back stiffening when he locked eyes with Rin, who was clearly as agitated as he was.

Both sets of lavender eyes shifted toward the office door as the handle jiggled before being pushed open.  Sanzu, someone who was rarely in the building during the day stepped inside closing the door behind him before collapsing on the sectional beside Rin.

Rin scowled in annoyance as the newspaper he was holding was completely ripped in half from the force of Sanzu hitting the seat cushion.  He shot Sanzu a dirty look from the corner of his eye turning the paper over before shoving it in his face. 

“What are you two going to do about this?” Rin asked leaning back against the sectional. 

Sanzu removed the newspaper from his face and stared down at the headline on the page.  It was about the bodies found down at the dock; he wasn’t interested.  Crumpling up the newspaper he threw it towards the waste basket positioned next to Ran’s desk.

“There’s nothing to do,” mumbled Sanzu.  “Bodies are found all the time; they won’t be tied back to us so who gives a shit?”

Rin gave his older brother a questioning look.  “With this shit plastered on the fronts of newspapers and being covered on the news, it's only a matter of time before y/n finds out that they found his body.”

Ran visibly tensed, his lips setting in a thin line.  That was the last thing he wanted to think about.  You knew nothing about it and he intended on keeping it that way.

“She doesn’t need to know anything.” Ran barked, one of his hands made its way into his hair causing it to look disheveled.  “Just shut the fuck up about it, I know what I’m doing.”

Rin clicked his tongue in obvious disapproval. 

“All of this is going to come back and bite you in the ass, Ran.”

Standing up Rin headed towards the exit but not before addressing his older brother in a rather serious tone.

“You should think about informing her, so at least she’s prepared.”  With that being said, he left the office leaving Ran to stew over his problems in silence.

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Staring dreamily at the updated ultrasound of the baby inside of you, you sighed in contentment.  Smiling faintly, you giggled under your breath.

From what you could tell the baby had Ran’s nose and your lips.  You were amazed that you were able to see such detail in the photos.  You even got a few pictures of the baby’s hands and feet, just adorable.

You didn’t find out whether the baby was male or female, it just didn’t seem right to know without Ran being there.  It was something you wanted the both of you to be there for.  The tech was nice enough to seal the gender in an envelope so that you could open it with “Mr. Haitani”.

Haru called you from the driver seat of the black sedan, startling you from your thoughts as he revved up the car.

“Did you want to stop and get food from anywhere, Ms. Y/n?"

“Oh, yes, please.  Stop by the usual Ramen House please.”  your mouth watered at the thought of having a hot bowl of ramen noodle soup.  It was perfect in the cold weather.

Haru, one of Ran’s new bodyguards always took you here when you craved Ramen.  And that was the thing you ate the most nowadays.

A short while later, he stopped Infront of the small establishment and helped you out of the car.  Handling the photo of your ultrasound in your hand with care, you pulled your coat over your body a little tighter.

“Go ahead inside, I’ll park and head in after you it’s cold out.”  Haru closed your door and shuffled to the other side of the car before pulling out to go park it.  You didn’t wait any time on going inside to find a booth away from other patrons in a tiny corner.

Once you were seated, you sighed in relief before removing your coat to sit it beside you.  A male waiter came over with a menu in hand extending it out toward you.

“Hello Ms. y/n, are you ordering the usual?”

Beaming at him you nodded in excitement waving a hand to dismiss the menu. 

“Yes please, and can you put in a second order so I can take it with me?”

“No problem, Ms. Y/n!"

Tucking the menu underneath his arm the waiter bounded off to the kitchen and out of sight.

Sitting upright in the booth you were sitting in; you rested your chin in the flat of your palm while staring out a few patrons that happened to be passing by.  It was well into the afternoon by now, the sun would set within the hour as it normally did during the winter. 

On a whim, you checked your phone to see if Ran had texted or called as he promised.  Unfortunately, you weren’t surprised when you didn’t see any messages or missed calls from him.  Things had been this way for a couple of weeks now. 

What is he up to?  It was very out of character for him to be falling over you one minute and then the next almost acting as if you didn’t exist. The more time he spent away, the more your mind began to wander.

“Excuse me, Ms. L/N?” a male voice prompted your gaze from the window to back inside the restaurant.

A look of confusion fell over your face as a hand instinctually went to cover your belly.  The man who stood beside your table was someone you didn’t recognize.  He was dressed nicely in a suit, piercing grey eyes staring down into your own.

He looked relatively young with his boyish looks and smooth face, but still, you’d never seen him before.

Blinking dumbly, you gave him a sheepish smile before answering him.

“May I help you?”

His eyes went to the hand on the small swell of your stomach before both of his eyes shot up in surprise, he began to speak almost abruptly after.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” he apologized taking a card out of the pocket of his jacket and extending it to you.  “My name is Detective Naota Tachibana, I’m following up on a complaint you filed against Kenji Oh a few months back with the RPD.”

You froze momentarily, lips parting in nervousness as you cautiously took the card from him.  Reading over his name on the card, you gave him your full attention while trying to ignore the cold sweat that was beginning to drip down your back.

“W-what do you need to know?” nearly stumbling over your words, you glanced down at the table in an attempt to calm your nerves.

“I think it’d be more appropriate if we met in my office at some point, would that be alright?”  His hand motioned to your belly and he took a step back.  “I wasn’t aware that you were in this condition, so I wouldn’t want to stress you out with anything grueling.  It’s pretty informal and I just wanted to ask you a few things about Mr. Oh.”

You nodded in agreement swallowing around the tightness in your throat.

“Yeah. I um... saw that he is no longer with us on the news.  That’s unfortunate, we used to be pretty close.”

Naoto took out a notepad and lightly began to scribble a few notes down here and there before he asked another question.

“What was your relationship with Mr. Oh? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Startled by his bluntness, you weaved your fingers through your hair before wetting your lips to answer.

“We were friends... we dated in college and kept in touch after graduating.  He used to work with my older brother down at the RPD.”

Naoto nodded again his attention turning towards Haru who had finally entered the restaurant.  Haru stopped near the table his green eyes narrowing in suspicion. 

“Can I help you with anything?”  His words were aimed toward Naota, who was now putting away the notebook he had been scribbling in.  It was obvious that Naoto was a cop

Haru immediately stepped in between you and Naoto grabbing your coat from your seat and holding it up for you.

“I was just asking Ms. L/N a few questions, for research purposes.”  Naoto took a step back watching as Haru helped you up slipping the coat back over your shoulders. 

“Here,” taking you by the hand he guided you away from Naota, tossing him an irritated glare over his shoulder.  “I’ll get your food wrapped to go, stay here.”

You did as you were bid in silence and watched as Naoto left out of the restaurant without another word.

Now you were on edge, unsure of what any of his questions could mean or what exactly that detective was trying to find out.  How did he even find you?

Chewing your bottom lip nervously, you waited for Haru who got your things and escorted you back out into the black sedan outside.

Once the car was all packed up and locked, he turned to face you with a stern look on his face.  You could tell he was confused as well and wanted to know what the detective had been questioning you about. 

“It’s nothing, I’ll talk to Ran when he gets home about it.” 

Haru arched a bushy brow, clearly concerned.  But you smiled and reassured him that it was nothing to worry about.  You were counting on Haru to tell Ran about the interaction, so if and when Ran returned home you were sure you’d be interrogated further.

After Haru escorted you back home, he brought in your food and made sure you had everything you needed.  Once you were good, he left out and returned back to the parked vehicle outside of the house.  You weren’t sure what his schedule was with the other “bodyguard” but you were sure he’d be leaving soon. 

Once you were fed, bathed, and wrapped in your robe you sat in the living room taking in the warmth coming from the fireplace.  You were content, you were warm, and you were safe.  There was not much else you wanted for, since Ran Haitani came into your life.

Rubbing at both of your eyelids you yawned tiredly and glanced at the clock hanging up on the wall.  You were trying your best to stay awake so that you could talk to Ran about the detective from earlier today.  You also wanted to open the sealed envelope placed in your lap, the envelope that had the gender of your baby.  

It was damn near midnight, and you still hadn’t talked to Ran all day.  If there was no call or message by now, there was no way in hell he was going to call at all.  Laughing bitterly under your breath, you picked up the envelope to peel back the sealant.

Pulling out the piece of paper folded in threes, you slowly unfolded it a tight knot beginning to form in your chest.  You weren’t hoping for a specific gender, all you wanted was a healthy, happy baby.  Upon reading over the text, you felt a giant weight being lifted off your shoulders as the word “Female” was in bold print.

Tucking the piece of paper against your chest, you found yourself falling against the cushions of the sofa and pulling one of the decorative pillows underneath your head.  The warmth of the fireplace and the combination of the butterflies made your heart swell in anticipation. 

A little darling baby cuddled at your breast dressed in a cute little onesie.  Someone who solely depended on you and thought of only you as their moon and sun.  It sounded selfish, you thought.  But it was clear that the way things were now, was how they would be even when your baby arrived.

Ran would be busy, doing who knows what at odd hours of the night and you’d be at home taking care of your baby.  The thought made your stomach turn, pressing the paper further against your chest you ended up falling asleep.

Ran paid the security that sat outside of the home that he bought you before sending him off for the night and going inside himself. After unlocking the front door he keyed in the house code to disarm the alarm before arming it again and then began to unbutton his jacket hanging it on the coat rack near the door.

He eyed the rack suspiciously, having never owned one in his own home before.  Before meeting you, he would have thrown it on the back of the couch and gone on with his night without giving it a second thought.

It was near 2 am once he checked his watch.  His attention first went to see you sleeping soundly on the sofa.  He sighed in annoyance as he watched you briefly, the way your chest raised and fell with your breathing and the way you were clutching onto what appeared to be a piece of paper over the small hump of your belly.

Running a hand through his hair in frustration he gazed over at the fireplace that was still burning and took the liberty to begin to put it out.  Even though he knew it was irresponsible for anyone to leave a fire burning, why on earth would you fall asleep without putting it out first?

Taking the poker, he began to spread the embers out so that they would cool down more quickly and doused the embers with a spray bottle until it was out ultimately.

Standing upright, Ran turned to face you and took the piece of paper out of your hand.  Looking over the words quickly, he felt a sense of panic lodge itself in his chest.

Fuck.  I was supposed to call her to see how the appointment went today.  Ran tsked in annoyance at his forgetfulness, staring down at the words again.

“Baby Haitani Gender: Female”

“Ran… what are you doing?” sitting up on the sofa, your hands rubbed at the corner of your eyes attempting to wipe the sleep from them.

Startled, Ran sat the paper down on the table before slipping both hands underneath you with one hand placed on your back.  Cuddling further into him, you yawned as he began to carry you up the stairs and up to your “shared” bedroom.

The gentle motions of his footsteps were slowly beginning to lull you back into a sleepy state.  Closing your eyes you leaned against him listening as he pushed the door to your room open.

“Is it always going to be like this?” you asked, once he sat you down on the mattress. 

Ran kissed your forehead as you sat up, blinking tiredly up at him. 

“No, I promise it won’t.” he rubbed a hand through his hair before he continued speaking.  “There’s just a lot going on right now.”

“Like what?” You asked.  The communication between Ran and you had been nearly nonexistent over the past few weeks. He was busy doing his things, and you were stuck inside to go over what you wanted to do with the baby’s room. You were concerned with nothing else until Naoto Tachibana showed up to question you.

Ran sat on the bed beside you and pulled you into his lap. Running one of his hands through your hair, he allowed it to set at rest on your shoulder.  Those piercing purple eyes gauged your own for a short while as if he was deciphering what it was, he wanted to convey.

Cradling the hand that was on your shoulder, you pulled it to your lips placing a soft kiss over the back of his hand.

“Ran… I know that there are things that I don’t know... I know that there are probably things that are going on that you don’t want me to know.” You paused, sighing tiredly. “But you know that you can talk to me, I’ve said it before… I’m here to help in any way that I can-“

Ran interrupted you taking his hand out of your grasp to slap it against his forehead in annoyance.

“Y/N, there’s nothing that you can help with.” His voice was harsher than he meant it to be, he could tell by the way you abruptly began to scoot away from him.

“Really, Ran?” your eyes were beginning to burn from the cast of unshed sheers glossing over your eyes.  “I was questioned today, by a detective about Kenji.  They found his body down at the docks.”

Your stomach began to tighten uncomfortably, causing you to absently place your hands over the round of your stomach.

Ran’s eyebrow began to twitch in agitation as he stared at you in question.

“And?  What did you say?”

“I answered his questions, Ran.” Swallowing around the tightness in your throat you stood up.  “I didn’t even know he was dead, what if he asks me something and somehow I get pulled into this investiga-“

“It doesn’t matter, because you don’t know anything,” Ran stated flatly.

You stared at him wide-eyed in disbelief as he sat there, an uninterested look on his face.

“That’s my point, Ran.  You’re not telling me anything, you’re keeping me in the dark about everything!”  you didn’t realize that you had started crying until you felt the wetness dripping down your cheeks.  “We’ve come this far, and you still don’t tell me anything.  I’d like to know what I’m dealing with so I can protect myself, and my baby.”

You willed yourself not to ask any questions about Ran’s work and his lifestyle, but the truth was that the two of you were way past this.  Whether he liked it or not, you were already involved simply because you were dating him.

Ran set his teeth firmly against one another, the strain obviously visible along his jaw.  You could tell that your words were bothering him and that he was becoming agitated, but you didn’t care.

“I’m here to protect you and that damn kid.  The less you know, the better.” 

Ran stood up from his seat on the edge of the bed and began to unbutton his silk shirt, walking to the other end of the room to throw it into the hamper.

He was obviously done with the conversation as he stripped down to nothing in silence and reached into one of the drawers to take out a towel to wrap around his waist.

“I don’t want to stress you out with any of the bullshit that I have to deal with on a daily basis while you’re carrying my child.”  He said this without even turning to look at you, cinching the towel around his waist tightly.

You were becoming upset, irritated that he still wouldn’t talk to you.  Rolling your eyes in annoyance you climbed into bed rolling onto your side tired of this conversation, it was getting you nowhere.  Mumbling under your breath, you exhaled a long sigh before you began to prattle.

“I have told you about every aspect of my life, including what I do all day when you’re not here.”  Sitting up abruptly, you caught a glimpse of him looking at you from the corner of his eye.  “Which is literally ALL the fucking time.  I can’t go anywhere because you have those idiots parked outside of the house.”

Ran turned to face you fully his lips pressed shut as you continued to ramble.

“I don’t know what you do, I don’t know anything. For all I know, you could be out fucking around with other women outside of… whatever it is the fuck you do.”  Tears begin to prick at the corner of your eyes, but you held them back.  “You’re not being fair, and you know it.”

Ran clicked his tongue in annoyance before walking to the bathroom and placing a hand on the handle.

“Why can’t you just act like a clueless wife and stop asking me about the fucking work I do?  You told me before that you didn’t want to know, why has that suddenly changed?”

“Because I’m NOT your wife Ran!  I don’t even know what the hell this is anymore, this is not how a relationship is supposed to work!  You can’t keep everything away from me, I have a right to know since I’m now involved.”

Releasing the door handle, his hand made its way into his hair shaking loose the gelled strands before he began to grit his teeth.

“Oh, I know what it is.  You only liked me because you thought I’d just sit around and do whatever it was you said and follow you around like a lost puppy?  You’re upset I’m not a bimbo, that’s probably what you’re used to right?”

Slipping your feet off the side of the bed you grabbed your pillow in one hand while shoving the comforter under the opposite arm.  You were fuming, you didn’t want to be in the same room as him tonight.  It was so easy for him to demand that you follow his rules, but when you wanted him to reciprocate, he never would.

“You’re used to every girl in the place dropping their panties for Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome, fuck you Ran.”

Unsure if your outburst was because you were genuinely upset or your hormones, you trod down the hall and began your descent back downstairs.  You ended up lying on the couch in the same spot you were in before Ran woke you up.

Your brain fizzled as your eyes caught sight of the gender reveal placed on the living room table.  The two of you didn’t even get to talk about it at all, it was disappointing.

Tucking the comforter underneath your chin, you turned over to close your eyes the sound of the shower from upstairs faintly reaching your ears. 

You were exhausted and scared, that’s why you were asking for information. Maybe Ran just didn’t understand that. The random chance meeting with that detective sobered you up as all the possibilities filled your head.  You could go to prison, pregnant and all.  Ran could go to prison… the thought of being alone was heart-wrenching.    He had to have done a lot of research before he set out to look for you.  You knew how detectives worked.

Shaking the disturbing thoughts from your mind, you pulled the comforter over your head to try and get some sleep.

The next morning you were roused from your slumber by the smell of cooked bacon.  Sitting up in a daze, you rubbed at your eyes while taking in the delicious scent of simmering meat.  It made your mouth water and your stomach began to grumble shortly after.

Forcing yourself to get up off the couch, you walked to the kitchen sticking your head inside.  There was only one other person who could be cooking, but it was so out of character you had to see it for yourself.

Ran stood shirtless in front of the stove that he had never used before, frying eggs in one of the cast iron skillets.  Blinking, you stared in awe as he picked up a plate before sliding one of the eggs onto it.  He was really cooking, you weren’t even sure he knew how to cook as much as he ordered out for the two of you.

He must have sensed your stare, without giving you a glance he put the plate down on the counter before plating a second one.

“Good morning, sit down I made you breakfast.”

Pulling your robe tighter around your body, you stepped into the kitchen to take a seat at the large dining room table.  Watching Ran carefully, you pulled your seat closer quirking a brow curiously as he began to move around the kitchen.

You felt kind of bad, the way that you left him last night wasn’t ideal.  But he deserved to be called out.  This breakfast he was making was proof that he knew he was not being fair.

Ran picked up both plates and sat one in front of you before sitting the other beside you.  He retreated once more to fill two classes with orange juice and placed them both on the table before sliding into his seat beside you.

Staring down at your plate, you wet your lips in anticipation of eating it all.  It was a simple spread, fried egg, two strips of bacon, and two pieces of buttered toast.  Your stomach growled again in complaint causing you to flush from your neck up to the tips of your ears.

Ran watched you in interest, wondering why you weren’t eating yet.

“Eat please.” His voice was soft, no longer possessing the sharp edge from the night before.

Grabbing a piece of toast you nearly shoved the whole slice into your mouth, sighing in contentment after tasting the butter on the crispy surface.  The more you ate, the more you were surprised that everything tasted pretty good. He did a good job on breakfast.

After watching you finish off both pieces of toast and both strips of bacon, Ran began to eat himself talking in between each bite.

“You’re right about me not being willing to give you any information,” he said, taking a quick swig of his OJ.  “If I give you details or information, Mikey is going to expect you to be a member Bonten.”

You faltered, putting your glass down on the table as you locked eyes with Ran.  He had a pinched expression on his face, brows scrunched up in agitation.

“I don’t want you a part of a fucking gang y/n, I want you to stay put and be safe until this shit is done and over with,” This time he dropped both of his utensils standing up to take a knee beside you taking your left hand in his own.  “I would never entertain another woman after I worked so damn hard to make you mine.”

You were listening, you were taking in everything that he was saying.  A member of Bonten? You didn’t want that either, just the mention of it made your skin crawl. Pursing your lips together, you brought your attention back to Ran who had reached into his pocket reaching around for something.

He pulled out a small platinum band with one medium-sized diamond in the center, and three smaller diamonds on each side.

The sight of the band caused you to freeze momentarily, your eyes boring into Ran’s as he began to slip the band on the ring finger of your left hand.

“I want you to marry me,” he said, brushing his lips against the back of your hand he placed a single kiss before meeting your eyes once more.  “Say yes.  I only want to take care of you.”

The surprise on your face was evident.  With so many emotions overcoming you all at once, you felt the start of tears as you nervously chewed your bottom lip.  You wanted to say something, but the words weren’t coming out intelligently.

Ran’s thumb found your bottom lip and pulled it free from your teeth. His hand held the angular of your jaw, those fluorescent eyes of his burning into your own.

“What do you say, baby?”

“Y-yes,”  Finally, you managed a word reeling forward to kiss him the butterflies in your belly beginning to stir once again.  

Ran returned your kiss just as enthusiastically, the two of you parting a moment later upon feeling a subtle vibration along your midsection.  Startled, Ran reeled backward eyeing the round of your abdomen. 

“D-did you feel that?” You asked out of curiosity, this was the first time you’d ever felt anything like it. 

Ran splayed his palm out over your belly over top of the silk giving you a subtle glance.

“What was that?”  He felt around your stomach to see if it would happen again, his expression softening upon hearing your voice.

“I think the baby just kicked.” 

You watched Ran closely as he was now holding his ear against your stomach, listening for any more movements.

He stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled away a slight pout on his face.

“Has this been going on long?”

You nodded smiling at his interest.  “No, that was the first time I’ve felt anything.”

His hand was still in place on your stomach and his eyes widened in surprise as he felt another small thump.

“Holy shit!  She did it again!”  Pressing his ear against you again, he enthusiastically began to rub the sides of your stomach as if to coax out another kick from the baby.

Giggling under your breath you watched him, seemingly genuinely excited about the little instances regarding the child growing inside of you.

“I’ll be home more for you, and I’ll tell you what I can without getting you caught up…” Placing both hands over your bump he looked up at you.  “Also, I’m meeting with Keishin at a benefit dinner tomorrow, we need to get you something to wear.  Sivir is looking forward to seeing you again.”

“Okay Ran, I’ll try to be a little more patient…” after a brief sigh you continued.  “My emotions have been all over the place lately… and that detective.”

“We’ll talk about it later, don’t worry about the detective.” Ran said, his attention going back to your belly.  “I’ll take care of all of that.”

[naoyaslut]

Syntax Ch. 4

pairings: femreaderx ran/rin haitani, femreader x hanma shuji, reader x mikey sano, femreaderxken ryuguji, femreaderxsanzu haruchiyo

warnings: profanity, semi-soft rin, plot development, mystery men, big tipping,

wordcount: 5,101

author notes: MINORS do not interact, any ageless or minor blog interacting with my work will be blocked expeditiously!

writings ©NaoyaSlut do not post any works on any other sites such as godforsaken wattpad, my A03 can be found here.

After leaving the office Ran was tasked at some point to take you back to your apartment.  The car ride was quiet, you remained in the backseat staring out at the passing scenery as you went.  This... whatever this shit was that was happening completely blew your mind.

Bonten.  You still had no idea what the hell it was.  You were itching to be able to do some research so you could get a better picture.  Whatever they were involved in, you knew it wasn’t in anything legal. 

Giving Ran a curious glance from the backseat, you studied his profile as he drove onward.  Today he was dressed more casually than he had been yesterday.  He could pass for a college student in the matching grey sweatsuit with some kind of designer (you were sure) t-shirt worn underneath.

His hair which was slicked back the last you had seen was falling loosely over his head, possibly causing him agitation at the way he kept combing it back and out of his face. 

Your mind began to wander as a sliver of last night's events had come back to you, your heart beating rapidly at the realization.  He had thrown you over his lap like a child and actually spanked you.  And you liked it.  Tearing your eyes away from him you stared back out the window trying to push those images from your mind.

Maybe you were being bratty, but who could have blamed you? 

Once the two of you arrived at your one-bedroom flat, Ran who curiously had your house keys in his pocket unlocked the door.  You didn’t bother asking where he got them from well because it was obvious that he got them from the heathens who took you from your house.

Twisting the doorknob and pushing the door open he ushered you inside, closing the door behind the both of you.

“Pack a bag with what you need and be quick about it, I don’t want to stick around here all day.” He scoffed while looking around the small living space in what seemed to be disgust.

“Alright,” Stepping into your bedroom, you began to collect some of your things before shoving them into one of your unused gym bags. 

Simple toiletries your own shampoo, some razors, toothbrushes, the basics.  You also went through your closet pulling out some extra clothes and underwear plus undergarments that Rin had seemingly bypassed when he picked up your bag.

 Ran paced through the small apartment sticking his head in your room while he watched you rummage through your things leaning against the door frame of your door.  Turning his eyes away from you as he packed, he began to skim over the walls taking in the different posters and pictures you had plastered up on the wall.

Typical girl stuff he assumed.  Once he took notice of the stuffed bunny plush on your bed, he had to assume that you really liked rabbits.  Looks like he picked the right nickname for you. 

“Will I be able to come back here to get more stuff?” you asked curiously before hoisting your bag on the bed.

“Don’t worry about it, anything else you need will be taken care of.” Ran mumbled under his breath reaching for a polaroid that was on top of a small table next to your bed.

Picking it up he observed the photo a brow arching as he did.  It was a picture of you and Tora, where he had you wrapped tightly in his arms face buried in the column of your throat. It was a rather intimate photo, and you looked helpless, eyes heavy, and face burning in embarrassment.

Once your bag was zipped up and you got the rest of your computer accessories you turned to Ran to let him know you were ready, but instead saw him peering intently at the only photo you had of you and Tora.

“G-give me that please!” Jumping in front of him you grabbed at the photo only for him to pull it out of your reach. 

Backing away from him you could feel your stomach beginning to turn uncomfortably in mortification.  He went back to studying the picture and then glanced back at you before grinning in amusement.

“What’s going on here?” he pointed to the picture as he turned it to face you and in response, you turned your eyes away from it.

“Nothing is going on, it’s just a pic-” The sound of knocking on your front door surprised the hell out of you.  Giving Ran a questioning look with wide eyes, you waited for his instruction on what to do. 

“Go answer it,” he said stepping out and walking into the kitchen where he could observe from a distance.

Once he was out of view, you went to the front door looking through the peephole to see it was.  The only thing you could see was the drawstrings from a dark hoodie and the bottom of someone’s jaw.  Unlocking the door, you pulled it open to see Tora standing outside your door.

Stunned into silence you stared up at the much taller man who stood outside your door.  He was the last person you expected to see.

“Tora?” you asked, your voice laced with uncertainty.

He was wearing a navy-blue hoodie, the hood pulled up over his head.  Once he pulled the hood off of his head, you were able to see those bright topaz eyes of his.  His dark hair that he normally kept up in a half-down pony fell densely over his broad shoulders.

Tora was tall, just as tall as Ran or Draken and his skin had an olive tint to it.  You still weren’t ready to talk to him, what on earth was he doing at your apartment? And how did he know where you lived?

“Tora, what are you doing here?” you asked, taking a step forward to keep him outside.

“I thought I’d stop by since you’ve been ignoring me,” he responded, a slight grin on his face.

Rolling your eyes, you glanced over your shoulder to see if Ran was visible before giving Tora your full attention.

“Hey, I’m not ignoring you,” forcing a smile you leaned against the door lazily.  “Someone stole my phone last week, and things have been kind of... complicated.  I have to get my shit in order, direct orders from my dad.”

Tora took a step forward towering over you taking your face in both of his hands to keep you in place and looking up at him.

You didn’t budge, your heart rate increasing at an incredible rate as he looked you over.

“You know I’ve been trying to make you mine since I met you, every time I get too close you bolt on me.” Grazing his nose against the tip of yours he exhaled softly, blowing his minty breath over your face.

Your cheeks were beginning to grow warm as he hovered over you, your throat becoming tight at the closeness of him.  You missed him, you did.  But getting close to others was always your downfall, at the risk of getting hurt again, distance was the best thing to provide that buffer.

How did Tora manage to walk into your life and make you feel like you were soulmates?  Like you were meant for each other.  The things this man did to you, you couldn’t understand.  He loved the same things you did, he had always been thoughtful, and always tried to find his way to you when he had time.

And yet you were pushing him away.  Things are way too... out of place to even give him a chance at this point in time.  You would hope that he would still be available once you found your way out of the shit soup you got yourself into.

“...It’s kind of complicated right now, I can’t give you the attention you need right now Tora.”  Your gaze slid away from his face momentarily before you looked back into those hypnotizing eyes.  “Plus, my internship just started; I’m packing right now I’ll be out of pocket for a while.”

“Is that right?” he hummed, pulling your lips to meet his.

He snaked his tongue into your mouth taking his sweet time exploring the warmth of your mouth.  The languid motion of the appendage made you feel warm and needy.  His touches no matter how light had always been sensual.  He was never rough with you and handled you with care always. You loved how you felt in his arms and any touch from Tora was more than welcome at any time.

You immediately became putty in his hands swaying lightly on your feet as he continued to kiss you.  Tora pulled away from you slowly, earning him a soft whine before latching onto the bruised skin on your shoulder.

He noticed the passion marks beforehand, but he wouldn’t comment about it.  His tongue found its way across every inch of your throat, suckling and nipping hungrily at the flesh as if he were trying to cover the bruises with his own.

Eyelids heavy and throat dry, you pushed against his abdomen in a weak attempt to get him to stop.  The two of you were standing halfway inside your apartment with the door wide open and on top of that, Ran was still hiding away somewhere.

“Tora not he-” being lifted disrupted your complaint, Tora guiding your legs around his hips.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” he exhaled, stumbling into the apartment before kicking the front door shut.  “Just tell me if you don’t want to be bothered, and I’ll leave you alone.”

Unwrapping your legs and wiggling out of his hold, you gave him an almost pleading gaze.  It felt as if your heart had dropped into the pit of your stomach, bile etching its way up your throat.  Nauseated.

You already knew that you were too attached to him, but at the same time, you didn’t want him to just disappear either.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be bothered, I already told you.  I can’t mess up this internship I have so much on the line,” watching Tora carefully, you took a step toward him grasping at the loose fabric of his hoodie.  “I promise, that when I get settled in, I’ll reach out to you.”

Tora sighed, before pinching the balls of your cheeks with both hands and pulling you into a warm hug.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it then.  Hope to hear from you soon, hm?”  Smiling he pulled away from you before seeing himself to the door.  “Hope to hear from you soon, baby.”

Nodding in response, you watched as he opened the front door and stepped out.  Standing in place for a few seconds watching the door you nearly jumped out of your skin when Ran finally came from the other room.

He watched as you stood there, eyes half-mast and shining with tears… appearing as if you were going to cry.  It was clearly obvious that you were infatuated with Tora, but why though? He thought to himself.

Walking into the bedroom he grabbed your bags off the bed and slung them over his shoulder.  When he exited you were still standing in the same spot, dazed and almost disoriented.

He snapped his fingers in front of your face causing you to jolt from whatever faraway land you had been moments earlier.  Ran gazed at you cynically, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

Inhaling shakily, you shook your head to clear your thoughts.  Your face still warmed from your embarrassment from earlier.

“Nothing,” wringing your hands into one another, you cleared your throat nervously.  “I need to check the mailbox before we leave, I’m expecting some important paperwork.”

You kept your eyes on your hands while you tried to gather your nerves.  Your body was still humming from the warmth of Tora’s lingering touches, you could still feel his saliva drying on your skin.

Ran’s expression turned sour at your faraway expression at the way you were acting like a lovesick puppy.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked, looking quite disgusted if I do say so myself.  “You in love with the guy or what?”

Throwing your hands up, you waved them in front of you in vehement denial.  “No no, it’s not like that.”

Ran scoffed, rolling his eyes as if he didn’t believe you.  “What’s the deal then?  He must have taken your virginity.”

He laughed after his comment confusion became more apparent once he observed how you had frozen in your spot, face heating up to the point he could visibly see a film of perspiration beading across your forehead.

Your stomach felt tight at his words, you were sure it was a random guess, but he was spot on.  Tora was the first man you’d ever let touch you and you admitted that whatever you felt for him was tied to that experience.

Not bothering to reply, you took the bag off Ran’s shoulder and stepped out of the apartment. 

“Can we check the mailbox please?”

When Mikey had said a “big” event, he wasn’t being modest.  The building that was occupied had been one of the largest venues you’d ever seen in your life. It was almost as big as your college campus, the east wing at least.

There were long tables everywhere and there wasn’t a seat that was left empty.  You didn’t recognize any of the attendees personally, but they were all dressed in designer suits and their dates were dressed in the finest gowns you’d ever seen.

It was really a sight to see.  There were even tables for poker, dominos, and other card games.  Some of the hostesses were dressed in nothing but gemmed bikinis and you wondered what kind of event it was.  Private of course.  But it seemed like every man and woman that walked into the place had money.

Fancy cigars, expensive liquor, women, and even drugs.  All of this was available to any of these patrons.  You watched on in interest behind the bar where you were instructed to work. 

Smiling at the patron at the bar, you went to make his drink before coming back to scan his credit card into the marine.  Most of them opted to keep an open tab, which made your job easy.  No one here suspected a thing; they were all here to get their drinks and mingle with the others that were here.

It hadn’t crossed your mind to ask what sort of gathering this was, not that anyone would tell you anything anyway.  Both Ran and Rin were tight-lipped about it and neither one of them at this time was here to enjoy the party.

You could see Sanzu and Draken on opposite ends of the building walking back and forth, supposedly keeping the peace.

Every time you tried to wander off to explore, someone escorted you right back to the bar, this time it was Rin.

“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked, pulling you into an open corridor.

“I wasn’t trying to leave, I swear,” Stepping off to the side, you attempted to look past Rin at one of the men who had entered earlier. He was older, silver framed glasses settled upon the bridge of his wide nose.  He had one woman on each arm and their gowns were absolutely stunning. 

Apparently, you were more interested in the clothes than what was happening behind the bar.  What kind of money did these people have to be able to play in an environment like this?  You were curious. 

Behind the man and his two dates, another patron entered a lot younger than the older men who seemed to be running amuck.  It caused you to freeze, almost stop breathing as you took in his appearance.

He looked familiar.

You knew him.  It was Tora, and you were baffled about why he would be of all places here.  He was dressed smartly in a grey-colored suit, following behind the older gentleman in front of him.  He looked distracted, almost as if he didn’t want to be here.

You’d never seen Tora look so… so formal.  His suit was perfectly tailored to his slender frame, hair was pulled back neatly not even a hair was out of place.  His suit sleeves even had what looked to be custom cufflinks in place.

Now that you thought about it, you’d never seen Tora outside of school or at parties.  What did you know about him?  Nothing.  You knew he was a grad student and that was the extent of your knowledge.  Hell… you didn’t even know his last name.

Grasping your chin between his index and thumb Rin guided your gaze back to him after he noticed your wide-eyed expression glued to the entrance.

“What?  You want me to slap a bikini on you so you can go work the floor?”

Shaking your head in a panic, you declined holding your hands behind your back.

“No, of course not.  I was just looking.” You admitted, now trying to stay hidden behind Rin’s lithe frame.  This was the last place you wanted to run into Tora, you wondered if he would even acknowledge you at all.

You were working the bar, dressed as the staff.  Fitted black slacks and a white collared button-down with a black bowtie.  You blended right in and that was the intent.  Your only objective tonight was to collect patrons and believe it or not, you’d managed to collect well over what you did the last time.

Running a palm back over your sleek ponytail you gave Rin a nervous glance.  You wanted to leave.  You weren’t sure how long an event like this lasted but it was well past 10 PM and people were still coming through the door.

Rin released the grip he had on you and looked over his shoulder once more as if he were looking for someone.  His attention was back on you a split second later.

“Stay behind the bar, that’s where I put you so that’s where you need to stay.”

“But-”

Rin interrupted you by jabbing his index finger in the middle of your forehead before lowering himself so that he was at eye level with you.

“We can’t keep an eye on you 24-7, so just do what you’re told.”

Once you began to nod in acknowledgment, he removed his finger from your face and trailed you back behind the bar once again.  Before he left you alone, he pinned you with a warning glare before disappearing into the crowd of people once more.

This time, you stayed behind the bar.  Continuing to scan those credit cards into your program and making drinks for the customers.  The event continued into the early morning of the next day and you were still cooped up behind the bar, exhausted.

The next patron settled up to the bar as you acknowledged them without giving them a direct glance.  You were focused on the task at hand, wiping down the wood grain bar top and removing a few empty glasses so that they were out of sight.

“What can I get for you?” you asked, finally making eye contact with none other than Tora.

Those golden eyes of his pinned you with a curious leer, a tall green-eyed brunette wrapping a slim arm around his waist.

Smiling stiffly, you glanced from Tora over to the brunette and then back to him.  The two of them looked to be a couple.  Her dress was the same dusky color as his suit, low cut, and appeared to be custom-made.  They looked great together.

“And what can I get for your date?”

The room was suddenly hot while you stood there, desperately trying to avoid the hot gaze that Tora was giving you.  It was sweltering, as you offered the couple a smile your free hand pulling at the collar of your dress shirt to let in a cool enough breeze to calm your nerves.

The brunette smiled brightly, leaning toward the counter before she pointed to one of the high-end bottles of Vodka up on the shelves behind the counter.

“A cosmopolitan for me and a whiskey neat for my boyfriend.” She gushed.

Nodding stiffly, you flashed her a faint smile.  “You got it”

Turning away from the pair, you steadied your footing before you began to prepare the drinks.  Your jaw was tight, teeth grinding against one another while you attempted to calm your nerves.

Tora wasn’t your boyfriend.  He wasn’t and you knew this.  So why did it feel like you were just sucker punched in the gut?  To make matters worse, he didn’t bother to correct his date either.

Exhaling slightly, you began preparing the cosmopolitan and served it up in a crystal martini glass before sitting it up on the bar.  You turned immediately after to get a small glass of whiskey, sitting it up on the bar top.

Swallowing the dryness that seemed to adhere to the back of your throat, you smiled before holding out your hand for payment.

“Will that be card or cash?” you asked, watching as Tora slipped a hand inside the jacket of his suit.

He still hadn’t said a word, his date picked up her drink before smiling at you taking a large sip of the beverage.

Tora handed you a black card and you scanned it before swiping it through the machine.  Pressing the black card back into his open palm, you retracted your hand to avoid any contact with him. 

You weren’t expecting his hand to reach out to grasp ahold of your wrist, preventing you from pulling away from him. 

“I’ll take these back to the table.” His date grabbed his drink and sashayed off into the crowd, leaving you alone with the current bane of your existence.

Not wanting to make a scene, you were able to remain calm your brows knitted together in confusion.  You didn’t want to be extra when you already felt out of sorts, so you stood there in silence waiting for him to speak.

“She’s not my girlfriend, it’s just a date.” He squeezed your hand lightly, but still didn’t let you go.

Offering him a nervous smile, you leaned across the bar so that you weren’t forced to talk too loudly over the patrons enjoying themselves.  Tora looked slightly distraught, which was very out of character for him.

“Tora, you don’t owe me an explanation.  It’s not really any of my business if we’re being honest…”

You could hear him click your tongue in distaste, the grip on your wrist still unrelenting.  He obviously didn’t want to let you go.

“Take a break, come talk to me for a minute,” he suggested, raising a brow waiting for your answer.

You shook your head slightly, chewing on your bottom lip before declining.

“I’m sorry, I’m not supposed to leave the bar.  I can’t.”

You didn’t want to either because there was no telling what you would do if he got you alone.  When it came to Tora, your mind clouded over in a thick hazy fog and you could never control yourself.

“Is there a problem?”

Rin stood on the same side of the bar as Tora, his gaze purposely transfixed on the way your arm had been in his grasp.  His eyes lifted momentarily to eye Tora, one of his eyebrows following suit. 

Tora hesitated only briefly before his free hand pulled two crisp 100-dollar bills from the pocket of his jacket. 

“Nope, I was just tipping the pretty girl.” With that, he shoved the bills into your hand and released the hold he had on you.  He turned away from the bar without another word and disappeared onto the floor.

You watched him until you could no longer see the back of his tall frame and then glanced at the two hundred dollars he had tucked into your palm.  Why was Tora here?  What kind of event was this?  Your curiosity was starting to get the better of you.

Rin’s voice shocked you out of your own thoughts, his facial expression flat and very uninterested.

“What was that about?”

“Nothing,” you lied, shoving the money into the pockets of your own slacks.  “I just got a nice tip,”

Rin rolled his eyes only to step away from the bar without asking any more questions.

The rest of the night went on without issue ending with you and Rin sitting at the bar with Mikey after going over the earnings. 

Mikey was impressed.  You did exactly what you said you’d do and the income earned was well over what he had set before this whole event happened. 

“I have a little more trust in you, y/n” Mikey praised, as he continued to look over the application.

You sat slumped against the bar sitting on one of the stools with your face buried in both of your hands.  This time it was a little more discreet.  There were a lot of people who came through here, so there shouldn’t be any issues with money being missed by any of the patrons.

Your feet hurt, you were tired, and it was nearing 6 AM.  The sun had risen a while ago and the place had only been cleared out about thirty minutes ago.

“Does this mean that I can go back home now?” you asked tiredly, a wide-mouthed yawn following your question.

“I’ll do you one better, I’ll set up something for you.  Rin and Ran will keep that eye on you until it's ready.”

Groaning inwardly, you glanced over at Rin giving him a flat glare.  In response, he did the same, lavender eyes boring into your own.  You didn’t mind Rin’s presence compared to Ran.  Rin tended to tease you more than Ran did.  He seemed to handle your brattiness a little better than Ran did.  Rin was content with teasing until you shut up whereas Ran often didn’t put up with it at all.

“Well can I at least have my phone back?”

You ended up back at the same penthouse that Ran had brought you to.  This time the extra guest room had been arranged for you, where all your belongings had been stored.  It wasn’t as big as the master bedroom downstairs, but it was still nice.

Rin returned your cell phone and after a shower, you were able to relax without being bothered.  Ran was nowhere to be found when you entered the penthouse along with Rin.  Sitting on the edge of the queen mattress you scrolled through your phone going over messages that you had missed in the past couple of weeks.

Most of them were from Tora and a few messages from Elena, with one unread voicemail from your father.  Rubbing tiredly at your eyelids, you sighed in discontent turning your attention to the newest message from Tora. 

He was requesting a callback, but right now you had no intention of doing so.  Your chest still felt tight at the sight of him with the brunette from last night.  Placing the phone face down on the bed you tried to push the image out of your mind. 

The beautifully dressed brunette with a tall and imposing Tora standing beside her.  A power couple.  Something that you had yet to even give a chance simply because of your own insecurities.

“Ouch,”

The whites of your eyes were beginning to sting from the onslaught of tears that seemed to blur your vision without any warning.  This must be what a broken heart felt like, you mused. 

“I’m tired, that’s it,” you suggested, rubbing rigorously at your eyes before inhaling a shuddering breath.

A heavy knock on the bedroom door startled you a yelp of surprise escaping your lips before you stood up to open it.  Ran nor Rin bothered you when you locked yourself inside of the room and now you wondered why you were being graced with one of their presences.

Rin stood on the other side of the door, his face staring at the cell phone in his hands rather apathetically.  Without bothering to look up he began to speak as soon as the door was opened.

“Breakfast?” he asked boredly, his bright eyes meeting your own before he noticed your soured expression accompanied by tears and solemn expression on your face.

He stared at you awkwardly as if he were unsure of what to say, clearly the shed tears making him uncomfortable.

“I’m not hungry,” your voice was low, almost inaudible. 

The wavering and vulnerable tone in your voice made Rin cringe inwardly.  His brows pinched together in what seemed to be aggravation before he inquired about your saddened state.

“What’s your problem?” he asked hastily.  It was meant to sound less angry than it did, but Rin had never been good at expressing any kind of emotions.  All he had was apathy and frustration.  Seeing women cry had the strangest effect on him, he wanted to at least try to console you but he had a strange way of going about it.

Shuddering inwardly, you wiped at the new tears that had been collecting underneath your eyes.

“It’s nothing,” sniffling slightly, you finally gave him your full attention, watching as he awkwardly brought a hand to rub at the back of his nape.  “Is that all?”

You were obviously upset.  If the snotty nose and pinched facial expressions didn’t give it away.  You looked miserable, standing timidly beside the open door as Rin in his own way attempted to console you.

Kissing his teeth in agitation, Rin stepped into the room dragging you along with him by the forearm.  Women liked to be embraced, right?

Startled you followed behind him watching as he sat down on the end of the bed.

“W-what are you doing?” your surprise momentarily overwhelmed your sadness until he pinned you underneath him and wrapped his arms around you.

The action was sudden and out of place, you didn’t have any chance but to feel baffled.  Rin didn’t even bother to respond, he just continued to hold you resting his chin atop your head while you relaxed into his hold.

“Stop crying,” the words were gritted out in agitation, and only did his rigid body relax when you were no longer shuddering beneath him.

He actually held onto you, while you cried into his chest until you fell asleep in his arms.

[naoyaslut]

updates

i have so many fics in queue right now, i'm excited to post soon they're almost all finished so they all may be posted at once since I start a course next week on Friday and I'll be pretty busy for the next 3 months. all +18 and all NSFW because i'm an abomination. sry not sry. this may not even be all of them but looking forward to posting!

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wild fires ch. 4 (ongoing) - ran haitani x !fem reader

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