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Perfect dream (Ash Lynx x Reader x Lee Yut-Lung) [Hanahaki Disease AU]

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[ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴜɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀꜱʜ ʟʏɴx. ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ʟᴇᴇ'ꜱ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜʀɢᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴡ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜰᴜʟ ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟꜱ.

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴀʜᴀᴋɪ ᴅɪꜱᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀᴜ - ᴀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ, ᴜɴʀᴇǫᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛꜱ ɪɴ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ'ꜱ ʟᴜɴɢꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄɪᴘʀᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴏʀ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ (ʀᴀʀᴇ) ᴏʀ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛ ɪɴ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ. 2. ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴏɴᴏʀɪꜰɪᴄꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏʀᴋ.

[Reader] lay on the bed and listened to the sounds coming from the sleeping mansion, checking her watch every now and then. Every few minutes she caught the sounds of creaking floors, clicking heels, and distant male laughter. 

She couldn't sleep, no matter how tightly she closed her eyes. Each time she saw images of that fateful night from several years ago. She stopped paying attention to what she was currently experiencing. She managed to numb her mind and repress unwanted visions but the childhood trauma did not want to go away so easily. 

She climbed out of the silk sheets and felt a chill spread through her body. As quietly as she could, she placed both feet on the wooden floor. 

Closing the door behind her, she looked around the hall for drunk guests who sometimes lost their directions. However, she didn't see anyone, so she headed towards Ash's room. 

She typed: 

-.-. --- -- .. -. --. / .. -.

It simply meant "coming in" in Morse code. She had been practicing using it with her friend for a good year. She hoped that it would help them in some way someday. 

Almost immediately she heard a key click in the lock. She thought it was quite a funny privacy concept, since Papa Dino had a full set of spares anyway. However, Ash said that this could buy them some time if needed.

— Rough night? — A veiled question. 

— Yes but luckily today's people weren't interested. 

Golzine didn't keep her to himself. She was the toy of the guests. He did business with people who had different preferences than himself. He noticed her potential even before Ash, when she was in the Cod Club. 

— I can't sleep either. Come in — he encouraged, heading towards the window. 

The girl sometimes had the impression that Dino knew about his pets' nightly meetings. They weren't frequent but he hadn't done anything about them until now. Maybe he thought it was funny? 

They opened the window and made themselves comfortable on the windowsill. They watched the clear night sky, breathing in the summer air. Sometimes they looked for famous constellations or read books by the dim light or they just talked. 

There was always an alarm clock on standby, so they were in their rooms on time. 

Sometimes they both managed to fall asleep but often it was only one of them. There were also times when they were both conscious and welcomed the pink dawn together. 

— A shooting star — he whispered one endless night. — Can I give my wish to you? Stars never listened to me.

— Sure. You can never have too much happiness. — She laughed quietly. 

However, there was a bittersweet note to it. 

There was a short moment of silence, then the girl returned to searching for constellations. 

— What were you wishing for? — The boy turned his emerald eyes on her. 

— I won't tell you because then it definitely won't come true. 

— I'd like to get us out of here. — He turned his head back to the stars. 

— If we ever make it, I'll tell you what I wished for.

— Then I'll have to try harder. — He gave her a melancholy smile. 

***

— [Reader], I made [favorite dish]! 

— I'm not hungry. 

— Then I'll save it for later, especially for you. 

[Reader] couldn't bear to see this happy boy anymore. She wanted to wipe the smile off his face but she couldn't afford to start an argument. She felt that staying with him any longer would drive her crazy, so she left the apartment. She ran straight out into the streets of New York, enjoying the cool evening air. 

Shorter, who had been pretending to be indifferent, got up from the couch, put on his jacket and followed her. 

When he caught up with her, she was already standing by the bridge. 

— What's been going on with you lately? 

— Nothing special. — She put her hands in her pockets. 

— You know very well what I'm talking about. Eiji is trying to get to know you better. 

— I don't have to know and like everyone. 

— You could at least try a little. You should do it for Ash — he said reproachfully. 

The girl felt her lungs catching fire. It was the worst possible moment. 

— Don't mention him now — she replied through a tight throat. 

— I know you're jealous... 

— I'm not — she denied. 

However, she felt that she was trying to lie to herself. 

— I'm aware that you've seen them together... 

— Shut up! 

— So you have — Shorter muttered teasingly. 

Immediately afterwards, yellow daffodil petals fell from the girl's mouth, accompanied by a wheezing cough. She didn't have time to take out the tissue, so the contents of her lungs mixed with blood landed on her tiny hands. Some people on the street looked at her with sympathy, others with pity. She wanted to turn her head away from the abomination she was holding, to run away and never come back. 

That's what her love was worth. 

— Don't tell me that... You can't be... 

Just a moment ago he was simply joking about her and her feelings. Now he was realizing the serious truth behind it all. She saw the confusion in the boy's eyes. His face showed horror at the whole situation. 

— Yes, I have Hanahaki — [Reader] wheezed in response to an unasked question. 

Holding back the tears that were coming to her eyes, she threw the massacred daffodils straight into the water. With blood-stained hands, she pulled tissues from her pocket. She made it just in time before another attack of spasmodic coughing shook her entire body. 

Shorter held out his hand. However, he withdrew it when he saw that the girl was leaving quickly.

She didn't plan to tell anyone about her illness. She had too many people around her who wanted to save her but should be focusing on something completely different. So she distanced herself by gently pushing them away from her. This had been going on for several months and was heading nowhere else than to the grave. 

For some time, she was under the illusion that she would be able to reverse the disease. She had a mission — to fall out of love with Aslan Callenreese. However, life quickly verified her intentions. She simply couldn't do it. 

She didn't want to remove what they had built together over several years, despite Papa Dino's influence. She was afraid to leave him in the situation he found himself in. She saw emerald eyes and even though she promised herself that it would be the last time, she couldn't forget them. They haunted her dreams. They followed her to every corner. She felt like an egoist, thinking that she couldn't leave him but she remained so shamelessly by his side. 

But now she was additionally consumed with guilt. It burned from the inside like a cruel fire that she couldn't put out because she saw that Aslan had found the love of his life. She wanted Eiji to be a bad person. She wanted to find something in him that would allow her to say that they were a hopeless couple, that they were not compatible with each other and that the Japanese would not make him happy. But it was all for naught — it came down to the thought of how these two complemented each other perfectly, despite their differences. Ash's face was turning into Aslan's thanks to the boy and she felt that she would never help him find himself like this. She couldn't put him back together because she was too broken to save him. 

She assumed what the course of events might have looked like if she had admitted that she was sick but would not have named the person. Ash would probably go out of his way to find her "lover" or get money for surgery. Worst case scenario, he could return to Dino on her knees, begging him to sponsor her procedure. 

There was also a scenario in her head where she confessed her love long before Eiji appeared and she was healthy but it was too late for that.

She didn't want to ruin anyone's happiness. Sometimes, however, during sleepless nights spent in the bathroom on cold, moonlit tiles, different thoughts occurred to her. She lay by the shower, wondering how much blood she would have to cough up before the drugs would take effect. It was in moments like these, with only daffodils for company, that countless ideas swirled through her head. She often thought about dialing Aslan's number. She composed bitter words in her head that were supposed to make him guilty and thus force him to love her. Another time she stated that she should go to Golzine herself. She knew where to look for his biggest toy. The deal would be clean. Sometimes she just wanted to go back to those moments when, debased in the villa, she consoled herself with the thought that Ash was sleeping peacefully a few meters away because that night the victim was her. Hanahaki's attacks welcomed a spinning carousel of memories, dreams and sleep. But then the day always came — she was back to reality. [Reader] welcomed the first rays of sunlight when she answered the call: 

— [Reader], see you at 7? I know you're busy and we haven't seen each other much lately but I really need your help.

So she agreed. She stood upright. Washed her body, which was sticky with sweat. Get dressed. Covered the traces of a sleepless night with makeup. She forced a mug of coffee into herself and what she found in the fridge. She locked her apartment and then ran to him, praying never to give in to him again. 

She always lost. 

Until now. 

This night was different, worse, more painful. 

In the morning she finally saw them together in a way that left no doubt. 

She was fed up with her sacrifice. For once, she wanted to remain selfish in the relationship. 

That's why she was now standing in the hall of a huge villa, trying to hold back her cough. 

— Master Yut-Lung, Miss [Reader] is here to see you.

— Let her in. You can leave. 

The servant bowed humbly and moved out of sight. 

— When I said anytime, I didn't necessarily mean three in the morning — he said reproachfully. 

The boy didn't look particularly sleepy, although he was wearing a delicate bathrobe with motifs reminiscent of cherry blossoms. 

— I'm sorry, did I wake you up? 

— It's not like you to think about me...— He didn't manage to finish that sentence. 

The girl felt her legs unable to bear her own weight and she felt dizzy. She would have surely fallen if not for Yut, who caught her at the last moment before she completely slid to the floor, laid her on the couch, and then called for a private doctor. 

The elderly Chinese man carefully listened to the patient's lungs. 

— I'm afraid this is really the last call for surgery — he said as he left. 

— That's why I'm here — [Reader] wheezed as she saw the man leave the room. 

— Do you accept my offer? 

She nodded, no longer having the strength to find her voice. 

The boy pretended to be unfazed by this sudden change of position. In reality, however, he could hardly believe the opportunity that had befallen him. 

He could finish off Ash and save her. A woman he had felt a strange fondness for, for some time. He felt like she reminded him of his mother, yet was completely different from her. 

He didn't even care about paying off the debt anymore when she deliberately distracted the attention of the murderers his brother had sent. It's just that every time he saw how passionately she was willing to sacrifice everything for the lion, he felt jealous of what he would never get to experience. Especially since Lynx simply couldn't appreciate it. 

— The operating room will be ready tomorrow afternoon. 

This was the shortest possible time in which he could complete the formalities. He knew it would be a rather sleepless night with dozens of phone calls. 

He was about to leave the room when he noticed why he had not received confirmation of his words this time. 

[Reader] simply fell asleep from exhaustion. 

So he adjusted her head so that it rested comfortably on the pillow. He brushed a few stray strands of hair from his face and finally covered him with a blanket. 

Then he heard one of the funniest things he had ever heard from her: 

— You're beautiful — she murmured in her sleep. 

Then he took the phone and decided to call from another room. After all, he couldn't risk it. 

He just wasn't sure whether he didn't want to risk leaking information or the comfort of the sleeping girl. 

***

The girl put down the expensive pen, right next to the pile of stationery. 

— I finished. 

Right after entering the room, Yut reached for a piece of paper, intending to delve into the text. However, he saw only dots and dashes: 

.. / .-- .. ... .... . -.. / ..-. --- .-. / .-.. --- ...- . .-.-.-

.. .----. -- / --. .-.. .- -.. / - .... . / ... - .- .-. ... / .-.. .. ... - . -. . -.. / - --- / -- . .-.-.-

[Reader] 

— What this is about? This was supposed to be a letter that would move him, not a game of Morse code. 

The author smiled to herself and her eyes seemed to fog over for a moment. 

— When we were still working for Golzine, I promised him that if we got out, I would tell him what I wished for from a shooting star. It's high time to do it. — She sighed. — If you really want to achieve your goal, give it to him and believe me. I know him better than he knows himself. Sentimentality will hurt more than ten sappy letters. 

That's what she said. 

However, at the bottom of her soul there was a thought that as long as Ash had Eiji, he would survive anything. 

A piece of paper won't shake his mind enough to bring him down. In return, she will live. 

***

— Do you recognize the man in the photo? 

The girl lying on the hospital bed looked carefully at the photo on the smartphone screen. 

— I think his name is Ash Lynx but I haven't seen him in a while. 

— Who was he to you? 

She felt a strange discomfort as she tried to answer. A sort of frustration that builds to the point of a headache. 

— We were friends? — she finally gasped. 

However, it sounded more like answering a question with a question. 

— Thank you, thats all. Don't strain yourself now. Please rest. I will soon write a prescription for permanent medications due to lung condition. 

The doctor headed out of the room. She heard the murmurs of conversation taking place behind the door. Immediately afterwards, Yut took his place with a bouquet of flowers that she recognized as freesias. 

— Thank you — she whispered, putting the flowers on the table next to the bed. 

— I won't beat around the bush. Ash Lynx, who you barely recognized a moment ago, was the reason you were sick. You should stay away from him and it will be fine. 

The girl gave him a moment of silence. 

— I've put everything more or less together — she said finally. — He's the only person I have strangely blurred memories of. Never mind, I can finally breathe deeply. — She gave him a smile. — I think this could be a good, fresh start.  

— I've already secured that little apartment on the outskirts of New York you were talking about. 

— Yut? 

— Yes? 

— Do you think you'll find time to drop by? Once I get a handle on everything. 

— Why not? A break will do me good. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll take care of the formalities. They'll discharge you tomorrow. Rest. — He's gone. 

The girl was left alone with her thoughts. 

***

While looking through boxes in her new apartment, she found a scribbled note that she apparently deliberately left on top, just for herself. Two sentences were written several times in Morse code: 

"I wished for love.

I'm glad the stars listened to me." 

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Banana Fish characters with a s/o whose cat never leaves their side.

Okay so this is the first request I received! I really enjoyed writing it since I have cats myself! For that wonderful person who asked for it, I hope it lives up to your expectations!

The requested was the following:

'Okay so can I request something with Ash, Eiji, Shorter, and Yut Lung with a partner that owns a pet cat and when they visit the reader the cat goes to them and just wants to be with them gn reader please if you dont mind'

Warnings: very mild cursing (once), gn reader, fluff, cats, physical affection.

Ash Lynx:

“Just admit it, the cat likes me better,” said the blond with a playful curve on his mouth. You crossed your arms before your chest and refused to say a word, slightly irritated by the constant teasing you had to face every time the boy visited your apartment. “C’mon, don’t be upset” he chuckled, a teasing tone still stuck to his words. “I’m not upset, take the cat so he can live with you since he loves you more than me, who, by the way, feeds him every day”.

To be honest, you weren’t that bothered by the cat’s cuddly manner towards your partner, in fact, you found it kind of sweet, but being a bit dramatic was a common dynamic between you and Ash.

“Come here, dumbass” the boy approached you with the cat between his arms and rested his forehead against your temple “You’re so jealous” he smirked before placing a soft peck on your cheek. You couldn’t conceal the grin that eventually appeared on your face.

“Shut up, you’re insufferable” you muttered sheepishly as you wrapped your arms around him and he placed pecks on the top of your head. Somehow, every time he came over it always ended up with the three of you tangled in your bed enjoying a cuddling session.

Eiji Okumura:

“And… this is it” you said as you opened the door to your apartment “It’s small but I guess it’s enough”. The black-haired boy entered your living room with an amused look on his face “I love the decorations! It feels so cozy in here” Eiji turned to you with a huge grin but he was interrupted by something rubbing against his lower leg.

“Oh, yeah, I hope you’re not allergic to cats-” you chuckled “She seems to like you”. Eiji’s face lit up with joy at the sight of the orange cat “What’s your name, little one?” he lowered his hand to caress her head, your heart melted as your cat leaned in his touch. “Her name’s Pumpkin” you crouched next to them. “Awww, hi Pumpkin, you’re so cute!” the boy spoke with a baby voice. You were enjoying the warmth of the situation until the cat avoided your touch to jump into your boyfriend’s arms “You traitor!”. Eiji giggled as he hugged the cat “Now she’s mine” he walked away with her teasingly as you followed them around trying to get him to give you back your cat.

Shorter Wong:

“Hey baby” the boy smiled widely as you opened the door for him “Hi love” you grinned inching closer to him to give him a warm hug “Oh I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to my best friend Patches, right buddy?” he joked as the cat immediately poked his head from between your ankles to meet him.

“I hate you both” You stared at him unamused and turned around to keep on watching your show “No baby come back, it was a joke, I’m so sorry” he laughed picking up the cat and following you, letting himself fall on the sofa next to you, however, you refused to acknowledge his presence. “Baby, come on” he pouted as he rested his chin on your shoulder, giving you puppy eyes.

“You are a pain in the ass, Shorter Wong” You finally turned to look at him and rested your head against his chest, taking place next to your cat “It’s ridiculous that I have to compete for your attention with my cat AND that I have to compete for my cat's attention with you!”.

Shorter snorted at your comment and he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead “I love you so much” he muttered lovingly against your skin.

Yut Lung:

“What the hell is going on here-” you had just come back from doing groceries, your boyfriend was still sleeping peacefully when you left, but as soon as you entered the house you were met with a rather bizarre scene. The long-haired man, who, incidentally, hated how clingy your cat was with him because ‘his clothes were too expensive to be covered with animal hair’, was calmly sitting on the sofa with your cat purring in his lap as he caressed the animal’s head tenderly.

“Well, good morning to you too,” he said rather playfully “We’re watching the Kardashians, fancy joining?”. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the offer. “I thought you hated my cat, dear” You left the shopping bags next to the door, the situation was too good to let it slide, you’d put the groceries in their place later. “I didn’t hate her, it’s just that there wasn’t enough communication between us” You arched an eyebrow in response to his comment “But we have a healthy relationship now, right honey?” the cat just purred in response, enjoying his soft pets. You giggled as you sat next to him leaning to his side to watch the show with your two companions, “I guess I’ll have to live with the fact that she loves you more than me if your relationship is so ‘healthy’, then”. “Indeed” the boy smiled warmly as he leaned his head on top of yours.

[lordsister]

𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓝𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓼𝓯𝔀 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽!🔞

Key - (f) fluff, (a) angst, (c) crack, (s) smut

Attack on Titan ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕

𝓛𝓮𝓿𝓲 𝓐𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷

Oneshots:

→ Perfect (f)

        ↳ song fic | established relationship | plotless fluff

→ Here You Come Again (a)(f)

        ↳ song fic | modern au | friends to lovers

Angels of Death ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕

𝓘𝓼𝓪𝓪𝓬 𝓕𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻

Oneshots:

→ The Color Red (a)

        ↳ flower shop au | angst w/ (kind of?) a happy ending 

Banana Fish ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑

𝓨𝓾𝓽-𝓛𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓛𝓮𝓮

Oneshots:

→ Bad Things Come in Threes (a)

        ↳ established relationship | character death

→ What She Meant to Him (a)

        ↳ pining | Yut-Lung realizes what Eiji meant to Ash

Black Butler ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑

𝓐𝓵𝓸𝓲𝓼 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝔂

Oneshots:

→ My Darling (yandere)

        ↳ warnings: obsession, isolation

Free ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔

𝓣𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓸𝓽𝓸

Oneshots:

→ Sympathy Cramps (f)

        ↳ men who are especially sensitive will sometimes share in the pain their partner feels, as is the case for Makoto

𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓸𝓴𝓪 𝓡𝓲𝓷

Oneshots:

→ Protective (f)

        ↳ established relationship | jealousy fic

Hetalia ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒

𝓘𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷��

Oneshots:

→ Creeping Cold (yandere)

        ↳ warnings: obsession, isolation

Karneval ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒

𝓨𝓸𝓰𝓲

Oneshots:

→ Beast (yandere)

        ↳ warnings: obsession, possessiveness, implied sexual themes, sadism

Magi ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔

𝓙𝓪'𝓯𝓪𝓻

Oneshots:

→ Late Night Stories (f)

        ↳ domestic fluff

𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓪𝓭

Oneshots:

→ Three Types of Spice (s) 🔞

        ↳ the first piece of smut I ever wrote | established relationship | Sinbad neglects his duties in favor of devoting himself to you

Owari no Seraph ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕

𝓗𝔂𝓪𝓴𝓾𝔂𝓪 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓪

Oneshots:

→ Undying Thirst (yandere)

        ↳ warnings: obsession, kidnapping, slight sexual themes, sadism

𝓘𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓖𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓷

Oneshots:

→ Stuck With Me (f)

        ↳ song fic | insecurities | established relationship

Servamp ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒

𝓛𝓪𝔀𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼

Oneshots:

→ Loved Not Wisely (yandere)

        ↳ warnings: kidnapping, stalking, obsession, murder, sadism

Snow White with the Red Hair ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕

𝓘𝔃𝓪𝓷𝓪

Oneshots:

→ Not So Bad After All (f)

        ↳ princess!reader | betrothal/arranged marriage

𝓩𝓮𝓷 𝔁 𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓾𝓴𝓲

Oneshots:

→ Can’t Help It (f)

        ↳ the first fic I ever wrote | jealousy fic

The Ancient Magus’ Bride ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑

𝓡𝓾𝓽𝓱

Oneshots:

→ Always There (yandere)

        ↳ warnings: stalking, kidnapping, obsession

Yona of the Dawn ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕

𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓷-𝓪𝓱

Oneshots:

→ Finally (f)

        ↳ soulmate au | red string of fate | reincarnation

Yuri On Ice ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕ ◐ ◑

𝓨𝓾𝓻𝓲 𝓟𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓼𝓴𝔂

Oneshots:

→ Worthy of You (f)(a)

        ↳ friends to lovers | insecurities

→ Sugar and Spice (f)

        ↳ established relationship | opposites attract

[terulover]

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this is a new blog and the media i write for/about as well as rules can be found further below

i strictly write x reader. However i will do any sort of formatting (one shots, headcannons, multiple parts of the same work)

my work may contain sensitive/dark content and there will always be a warning if that is the case

i do accept requests !

this blog is mainly centered around death note, but i may occasionally write for other anime

WHAT/WHO I WRITE FOR

DEATH NOTE

Teru Mikami

Light Yagami

L Lawliet

Misa Amane

Mihael Kheel/Mello

Nate River/Near

Naomi Misora

BANANA FISH

Ash Lynx

Eiji Okumura

Sing Soo Ling

Yut Lung

Bones

Jessica Randy

OHSHC

Harhui Fujioka

Kyoya Ootori

Tamaki Suoh

Takashi Morinozuka

Devilman Crybaby

Ryo Asuka

Akira Fudo

RULES

I will write any type of content ! (both nsfw and sfw)

i take requests for any of the media mentioned above

I will write about dark subject matter but i will not write about the topics listed in the bullet point below

Eating disorders, Pedophilia, Incest, Rape/Non-con, intense gore, and certain kinks

if i deny your request for any reason i will explain why !

[babypinkhearts]

omg can u maybe do something ANGSTY for ash x reader? like maybe they were friends and she’s in love with him but after he gets stabbed he’s like “you have to help me get back to eiji” and even though she’s in love with him she just wants to see him happy?

SPOILERS FOR BANANA FISH AHEAD!

YES! this made me kinda sad whilst writing, but i hope it turned out well! ash deserves the world.

thank you for your request! this is my first work for banana fish :)

pairing: ash lynx + reader

warning: angst!

the television on the wall quietly plays a cartoon, the color illuminating the dark room.

with tired eyes, you watch.

sleep has been out of reach for a few days. impossible to even fathom — the action itself worse. fatigue is etched across your bones, so prominent your limbs feel bruised and battered. but selflessness was the right approach, you believed.

“is it night already?”

your head turns, slowly. there’s the movement of familiar blond hair, somewhat tousled.

ash sits up, weakly. his wince is noticeable, no matter how hard he attempts to mask it.

you nod.

“yeah, but i think you slept longer than you wanted to.”

ash sighs, closing his eyes momentarily.

“it was meant to be a nap.” he mumbles, rubbing his face with one hand.

you turned away from him, shaking your head.

“it’s good you’re getting rest.” you assured. “the sooner you heal, the sooner you’re out of here.”

you knew he hated this. yet, here he was.

an iv punctured into the middle of his arm, the heart moniter beside him beeping quietly. but, he refrained from complaining.

“i guess you’re right.” ash sighs, following your gaze as his attention directs toward the cartoon playing.

it had been two days since ash’s surgery.

everything had gone well — he was thankfully on the road to recovery.

though, the whole experience had taken a toll on you.

ash was the person you were closest to. your other half.

the person you loved.

under the much-needed facade of a strong and dangerous leader — he was gentle. kind. caring.

he was perfect.

ash lynx was ethereal.

he had been through hell, and yet here he was. fighting through everything. staying alive.

you loved him infinitely.

to the point where it hurt.

confessing was at the back of your list.

you couldn’t.

it’d be a burden. watching him now, with an absent look in his eyes...

he seemed lost.

almost as if he wasn’t in the room with you. and to be fair — that expression was regular for him. he always seemed to be in thought. either about the past or future, you couldn’t tell. all you knew was that he wasn’t thinking about the present.

you were a mid second away from expressing your concern, though his quiet voice stops you from opening your mouth.

your head tilts up towards him, and you meet his pleading eyes. uncharacteristically vulnerable, wide with with desperation.

“please, please. i need to…”

you sat up, furrowing your brows at his sudden change of attitude.

his invincible demeanor was cracking.

your hopeful heart pounded across your chest.

what would he say?

nodding in confirmation that you had heard him, you silently urged him to continue. the atmosphere in the room had grown warm. the sound of the tv was consciously blocked in your head.

your full focus was on ash.

“i have to get back...”

confused, you awaited the rest of his sentence.

your other hand clutched the bar of the bed tightly. you mentally scolded yourself for even thinking of possible outcomes.

ash took a deep breath. you found yourself holding yours.

and just this once —

you had later wished you weren’t so attentive.

“please, help me see eiji again.”

your grip along the cold metal bar loosens in defeat.

and in almost embarrassment, you find yourself cowering away from the blond.

of course.

immediately, you plaster a gentle close-eyed smile. you ignore the painful ache in your chest.

“ash, that’s always been part of the plan.”

your right hand was shaking. the black-haired boy now came to mind.

eiji okumura’s mere presence felt like a break from the hectic life you lived. it was effortless. you adored him.

whether you would accept or not —

the two boys needed each other.

“it was?”

ash’s bright green eyes glowed bright. the color seems more lively, like energy had swept back into him.

you nod, leaning back against your chair.

the pure joy on his face was addictive. painfully so.

through the ache in your chest, you find yourself smiling still.

“eiji is prohibited from coming back to america for now. it’s his parent’s wishes.” you explained, reaching out a hesitant hand to caress ash’s hair.

it felt silky.

the strands are soft against your fingertips, and you almost feel your breathing stop as ash leaned into your touch.

you paused.

“so — you’ll have to be the one to go to him.”

it took every ounce of you to stop your voice from wavering. you had gotten gun-shot wounds — yet it didn’t compare to the pain you were feeling at that moment. you respected ash’s wishes. you loved him more than life itself.

as long as you’d have him by your side — it’s all that really mattered to you. he was your other half.

if the feelings weren’t mutual,

then that was okay for you.

that night, you left the hospital with your arms wrapped around your body. it was a weak attempt in trying to comfort youself.

as soon as you had gone through the exit, it felt like an invitation to start your tears. you had no one to talk to. the one person that was there wasn’t even aware that they were the issue.

you felt hopeless.

he doesn’t know.

you kept telling yourself.

he can’t help it, it’s not his fault.

it was true.

arriving at your apartment, you sat at your desk. it was the early hours of the morning. three or four - you hadn’t checked.

for a while, you stared at the keyboard of your open laptop.

up until you mustered the courage to start typing.

it’s for him.

the clicking of the keys worsened the pain in your chest.

it’s for him.

you headed back to visit ash later that day.

it’s for him.

upon your greeting, you handed him an envelope.

it’s for him.

you watch with a bittersweet smile as tears adorned his eyes.

it’s for him.

the plane ticket to japan sat across his lap, the printed words in dark black ink.

[mangardel]

Hello!!! lovely......I’m not sure if write for other characters in BF other than ash but as a yut -lung lee simp I would like to request numbers 11 and 12.

(XFemReader)......

Thanks,

I can if you guys want me to!! Sorry btw this was kind of short and rushed.

11. "Can I kiss you?"

12. "Go be horny somewhere else"

Slight nsfw

You stood with Yut-lung in the steaming shower, one of his pale hands rested on your waist while the other was massaging the sweet pea and violet scented shampoo into your hair, trying to ignore the fact that he has his entire lower half rubbing against your ass. With the sly smirk on his face and the light kisses he would occasionally place on your neck, you knew that he knew exactly what he was doing.

Did that stop him though? Hell no. He continued gently rub himself against you. His slender fingers sliding between the valley of your breast, wet and slippery, letting his fingers prance their way down to your stomach, rubbing circles around your belly button and sliding down to your nether regions.

"Can I kiss you?" The long haired male asked.

"Go be horny somewhere else"

Also my ask box is now open again.

[ceylon-writes]

Hi i read your headcanons and fell inlove with them especially yut lung and eiji ones as they have always been my fav can i please ask for a scenario/headcanon where a fem reader a emotionally supportive gf, similar to eiji and ash's relationship I've always felt like he could've shown so much growth if the author gave him someone who loves him truly, like eiji to ash, someone who would stay by his side, tbh my own au is sister okumura would come to usa for eiji and fall for yue, ash lives TIA💙

Ok this is really long so sorry if it never got to the whole “supportive gf” you asked for, he’s just getting a supportive friend. Sorry.

Yut lee-

Ok so let’s set up the story, sister okumura(reader) decided to visit your big brother eiji as a surprise, your only 3 years younger than him.(so same age as yut lee)

Eiji was not notified that his dear sister was visiting cause you want it to be a suprise. Your walking to his hotel when a mysterious black car pulls up and a guy grabs you and pulls you in. The black car drives off immediately.

Before you could say anything out feel a prick in your neck and black out.

When you wake up your in a bed with a teenage girl(guy? Your not sure) looking down at you angry. “Who are you? Your not that Japanese boy.”

“Huh?” Your head is hurting and your feeling a bit disoriented. “What Japanese boy? Are you talking about my brother?”

“Is your brother friends with ash lynx?”

You remember your brother texting you about his new friend named ash, but your not sure if the ash he was talking about is the same ash this girl(guy?) is talking about.

“Well my brother does have a friend named ash but I’m not sure if it’s the ash your talking about.” The guy(you finally confirmed it was a guy) Hmpt at your answer and walked toward the window. “Well then, if your brother does have a friend named ash then what’s your brother name?”

“I not telling you that! You kidnapped me!”

“Then May I know your name?”

“Y/n, you only get my first name mr. kidnapper.”

“Fine then, but I will come back for more information, it be best you tell me when I come back or you’ll be in a lot of pain”

He came back the next day an hour after one of the maids gave you some food. “You tell me some information about your brother now?”

“No.” Now the teenage boy was fuming. You feel a strike on your cheek, causing your head to go to the left. He slapped you. In your anger you slapped him across his face, causing him to fall to the floor.

He looked at you with shocked expression. “How dare you slap me! Do you know who I am?!”

“You slapped me first! And why would I know who you are? Your just a spoiled brat!” His expression turned angry at the insult.

“How dare you insult a lee! You will regret this!” He storms out the room. You sigh and cradle your hurt cheek.

Over the next week he hasn’t come in at all, you were bored and only had a few books to read that were in the room.

One day he comes in and crosses his arms while glaring at you. You look away from him pouting.”if you expect an apology your not getting one.”

He sighs and just throws a “fine” before turning to go back out, “wait!” He stops and turns toward you. “I’m bored, can you stay?” “You want me to entertain you?” “You kept me trapped in this room for a week and I already read all the books I can read! I’m bored I want to talk to someone.”

He sighs (again) and pulls the chair by the desk to face you, sitting in it he crosses his legs and rest his face in his palm, looking as bored as possible.”fine, what do you want to talk about?”

“Um, what’s your name?””yut lung” “favorite color?” “Why does that matter?” “Cause it does! So what is it!” “Red” “favorite animal?” “Snake” “favorite flower?” “This is boring” “well do you have anything better to do?” “Yes, I can leave you in this room to rot while I go enjoy some tea.” “I want tea! Can I drink some with you?” “No” “why not! I can’t even hurt you” “that’s not something I worry about” “I won’t run away, besides I don’t know where the exit is. Please I’ll be good!” Yut lung (you finally got his name) sighs and tells you to follow him, but says if you do anything funny he will poison you. Silently cheering at that you got out the room you follow him down the hallway to a large room with couches and a little coffee table. He sits down on the couch and you sit in one of the chairs beside the couch.

He summons a maid to bring some tea and soon a tea pot and some tea cups are placed in front of y’all. After the maid pours you both a cup you grab your and take a sip. “Yum! Is this jasmine?” “Yes” “is jasmine your favorite tea?” “Yes” he seems disinterested in having a conversation with you, too preoccupied with drinking his tea, you stay silent and grumpily drink your tea silently.

Suprisingly over the next week he lets you out again to drink tea with him, maybe hes warming up to you, you take this opportunity to ask him more questions about him, but he doesn’t seem interested in answering a lot of them. Enjoying the silence of drinking tea with him is nice too. The next time you drank tea with him he had a chess board out and invited you to play with him, your not the best at chess but your good enough to last a little long against an opponent. Needless to say yut lung won the game.

One day while in your room you heard some yelling between two people, you can recognize yut lung voice but not the other one. You can’t exit the room due to the door being locked from the outside(guess he still thinks you’ll try to escape). Eventually the yelling stops and your head someone stomp down the hallway past your room. A hour later later yut lung enters the room, he looks composed but you can tell on his face he been crying. You put down the book you were reading and face him fully. “I heard yelling, are you ok? Who was the other person?” He gave you a glare that said don’t ask questions but you continued none the less. “Do you need me to comfort you? You loooked like you were crying.”

“I’m fine.” He answers bruptly. Wanting to end the conversation quickly.

“How about we have some tea, will that make you feel better?” After a short silence he says a small yes and after you get the attention of a nearby maid y’all are both drinking a cup of tea.

Afterwards yut lung looks to be a bit better, what ever was troubling his mind has gone away. “You know, if you ever need to talk I’ll listen.” You lung looks shocked at what you said but gives a small smile.

“Thank you”

[bananafishlings-blog]

New Banana Fish Imagines blog!

Hi everyone to who is a fan of the Banana FIsh manga or anime! I have decided to create this blog to bring entertainment to y’all and to write about my fave bbys <3  So what I will do are:

Mainly requested BF character x reader scenarios/imagines (my favee)

Headcanons

Just a tad bit of NSFW (I’m not as confident writing nsfw yet)

and more that I might add to this list

I’m not quite sure if I’m gonna do a character x character here yet but we’ll have to see. I don’t have rules set up yet since I don’t know if this blog will work out (I hope it does!) REQUESTS are open so feel free to drop one! 

[mmmegumiii]

.ೃ࿔ banana fish

sometimes i reblog DARK CONTENT, and some readers or viewers can find that type of content as triggering. i tag the DC to the best of my abilities.

MINORS BLOCK #DAMN

　

ash lynx // aslan callenreese

➙　asheiji (ASH x EIJI)

　

lee yut-lung

　

okumura eiji

➙　asheiji (ASH x EIJI)

　

sing soo-ling

　

skipper

　

shorter wong

[linkemon]

Ash Lynx x Reader x Lee Yut-Lung

Hanahaki Disease AU [Reader] próbuje poradzić sobie z kwiatami niszczącymi jej płuca i uczuciami do Asha Lynxa. Postanawia przyjąć ofertę operacji od Lee i zobaczyć co nowego poza krwią i kolorowymi płatkami może przynieść życie.

Praca znajduje się również na Wattpadzie (pod tym samym nickiem). Beta: Dusigrosz

Informacje dodatkowe: 1. Jest to Hanahaki Disease AU — uniwersum, w którym mocna, nieodwzajemniona miłość skutkuje kwiatami wrastającymi się w płuca zakochanej osoby. Choroba doprowadza do śmierci. Alternatywą jest odwzajemnienie uczuć lub ich porzucenie (rzadko spotykane) albo droga operacja, skutkująca pozbyciem się wspomnień o danej osobie. 2. Nie stosowałam honoryfikat, bo choć anime ich używa, to akcja rozgrywa się jednak w Nowym Jorku.

[Reader] leżała na łóżku i nasłuchiwała odgłosów dochodzących z uśpionej rezydencji, raz po raz spoglądając na zegarek. Co kilka minut udawało jej się wychwycić skrzypnięcia podłogi, stukot obcasów i odległe męskie śmiechy.

Nie mogła zasnąć, choć zamykała powieki taki mocno, jak tylko potrafiła. Za każdym razem widziała obrazy pamiętnej nocy sprzed kilku lat. Na to, co obecnie przeżywała, przestała zwracać uwagę. Udawało jej się znieczulić umysł i wypierać niechciane wizje, ale trauma z dziecięcego wieku nie chciała odpuścić tak łatwo.

Wydostała się z jedwabnej pościeli i poczuła chłód ogarniający ciało. Najciszej jak potrafiła postawiła obie stopy na drewnianej podłodze.

Zamykając za sobą drzwi, rozglądnęła się po korytarzu w poszukiwaniu pijanych gości, którym czasem zdarzało się gubić kierunki. Nikogo jednak nie ujrzała, więc skierowała kroki do pokoju Asha.

Wystukała:

.-- -.-. .... --- -.. --.. ..-..  

Oznaczało to po prostu: "wchodzę" w alfabecie Morse'a. Od dobrego roku ćwiczyła posługiwanie się nim z chłopakiem. Liczyła, że pomoże im kiedyś w jakiś sposób.

Prawie natychmiast usłyszała szczęk klucza w zamku. Uważała to za dość zabawny koncept związany z prywatnością, bo papa Dino i tak miał cały komplet zapasowych. Jednak nastolatek utrzymywał, że tym samym można kupić sobie choć trochę czasu.

— Ciężka noc? — Zawoalowane pytanie.

— Tak, ale dzisiejsi na szczęście nie byli zainteresowani.

Golzine nie trzymał jej dla siebie. Stanowiła salonową zabawkę wszystkich gości, z którymi robił interesy, mających inne niż on sam preferencje. Zauważył w niej potencjał jeszcze przed Ashem, kiedy była w Cod Club.

— Też nie mogłem zasnąć. Wchodź — zachęcił, kierując się w stronę okna.

Dziewczyna czasem miała wrażenie, że Dino wiedział o nocnych spotkaniach swoich pupili. Nie były częste, ale do tej pory nic z nimi nie zrobił. Może wydawało mu się to zabawne?

Otworzyli okno i ułożyli się wygodnie na parapecie. Oglądali czyste, nocne niebo, wdychając letnie powietrze. Niekiedy szukali znanych konstelacji lub czytali książki, kiedy mdłe światło na to pozwalało. Albo po prostu rozmawiali.

Zawsze w pogotowiu czuwał budzik, dzięki któremu na czas byli w swoich pokojach.

Czasem udawało się im obojgu zasnąć, a niekiedy sen morzył tylko jedno z nich. Bywało też, że razem przytomni witali różowy świt.

— Spadająca gwiazda — szepnął którejś z bezkresnych nocy. — Oddać ci życzenie? Bo moich nigdy nie wysłuchała.

— Pewnie. Szczęścia nigdy za wiele. — Zaśmiała się cicho.

Była w tym jednak słodko-gorzka nuta.

Nastąpiła krótka chwila ciszy, po czym dziewczyna wróciła do poszukiwania gwiazdozbiorów.

— O czym pomyślałaś? — Chłopak skierował na nią szmaragdowe oczy.

— Nie powiem ci, bo wtedy na pewno się nie spełni.

— Chciałbym nas stąd wyrwać. — Zwrócił głowę z powrotem w stronę gwiazd.

— Jeśli kiedyś nam się uda, to powiem ci, o co prosiłam.

— W takim razie będę musiał się postarać. — Rzucił jej melancholijny uśmiech.

***

— [Reader], zrobiłem [ulubione danie]!

— Nie jestem głodna.

— W takim razie zostawię na później, specjalnie dla ciebie.

[Reader] nie mogła dłużej znieść widoku tego szczęśliwego chłopaka. Miała ochotę zetrzeć uśmiech z jego twarzy, ale nie mogła sobie pozwolić na wywołanie kłótni. Czuła, że przebywanie z nim dłużej doprowadziłoby ją do szału, więc opuściła mieszkanie. Wypadła wprost na ulice Nowego Jorku, ciesząc się chłodnym, wieczornym powietrzem.

Shorter, dotąd udający obojętnego, wstał z kanapy, założył kurtkę i ruszył w ślad za nią.

Kiedy ją dogonił, stała już przy moście.

— Co się z tobą ostatnio dzieje?

— Nic szczególnego. — Wsunęła ręce do kieszeni.

— Wiesz dobrze, o czym mówię. Eiji próbuje cię lepiej poznać.

— Nie muszę za wszystkimi przepadać.

— Mogłabyś się chociaż trochę postarać. Powinnaś to zrobić dla Asha — stwierdził z wyrzutem.

Dziewczyna czuła, jak jej płuca ogarnia ogień. To był najgorszy z możliwych momentów.

— Nie wspominaj o nim teraz — odparła przez zaciśnięte gardło.

— Wiem, że jesteś zazdrosna...

— Nie jestem — zaprzeczyła.

Czuła jednak, że sama próbuje się okłamywać.

— Przecież zdaję sobie sprawę z tego, że widziałaś ich razem...

— Zamknij się!

— A więc jednak jesteś — mruknął Shorter przekomarzająco.

Zaraz potem z ust dziewczyny posypały się żółte płatki żonkili w akompaniamencie rzężącego kaszlu. Nie miała czasu wyjąć chusteczki, więc zawartość jej płuc zmieszana z krwią wylądowała na drobnych dłoniach. Niektóre osoby na ulicy spoglądały na nią ze współczuciem, inne z politowaniem. Miała ochotę odwrócić głowę od paskudztwa, które trzymała, uciec i nigdy nie wracać.

Tyle była warta jej miłość.

— Nie mów mi, że... Nie możesz być...

Jeszcze przed chwilą zwyczajnie sobie żartował z niej samej i jej uczuć. Teraz docierała do niego poważna prawda kryjąca się za tym wszystkim. Widziała zmieszanie w oczach chłopaka. Na jego twarzy malowało się przerażenie całą sytuacją.

— Tak, mam Hanahaki — wycharczała [Reader] w odpowiedzi na niezadane pytanie.

Powstrzymując cisnące się do oczu łzy wyrzuciła zmasakrowane żonkile wprost do wody. Brudnymi od krwi rękami wyciągnęła z kieszeni chusteczki. Zdążyła w samą porę przed ponownym atakiem spazmatycznego kaszlu, który wstrząsnął całym jej ciałem.

Shorter wyciągnął dłoń. Cofnął ją jednak, widząc, że dziewczyna szybko odchodzi

Nie planowała nikomu mówić o chorobie. Miała dookoła siebie za dużo osób, które chciałyby ją ratować, tymczasem powinny się skupić na czymś zupełnie innym. Dystansowała się więc, delikatnie odsuwając je od siebie. Trwało to już dobrych kilka miesięcy i nie zmierzało w żadną inną stronę, niż do grobu.

Przez jakiś czas łudziła się, że będzie w stanie cofnąć chorobę. Miała zadanie — odkochać się w Aslanie Callenreese. Życie jednak szybko zweryfikowało jej zamiary. Zwyczajnie nie była w stanie tego zrobić.

Nie chciała usuwać tego, co razem, pomimo wpływu papy Dino, zbudowali przez kilka lat. Bała się opuścić go w sytuacji, w jakiej się znalazł. Widziała szmaragdowe oczy i choć obiecywała sobie, że to ostatni raz, nie potrafiła o nich zapomnieć. Nawiedzały ją w snach. Podążały za nią w każdy kąt. Czuła się jak egoistka myśląc o tym, że nie potrafi go zostawić, a tak bezwstydnie trwa u jego boku.

Teraz jednak dodatkowo zżerało ją poczucie winy. Paliło od środka niczym okrutny ogień, którego nie mogła ugasić, bo widziała, że Aslan znalazł miłość swojego życia. Chciała, żeby Eiji był złą osobą. Pragnęła znaleźć w nim coś, co pozwoliłoby jej stwierdzić, że są beznadziejną parą, że nie pasują do siebie i że Japończyk nie da mu szczęścia. Wszystko jednak było na nic — sprowadzało się do myśli o tym, jak ta dwójka doskonale się uzupełnia, pomimo swojej odmienności. Twarz Asha zmieniała się dzięki chłopakowi w twarz Aslana i czuła, że ona nigdy nie pomogłaby mu się odnaleźć w ten sposób. Nie mogła poskładać go z powrotem, bo sama była już zbyt rozbita, by go ratować.

Przypuszczała, jak mógłby wyglądać tok wydarzeń, gdyby przyznała, że jest chora, ale nie podałaby osoby. Ash pewnie zacząłby stawać na głowie, żeby znaleźć jej "ukochanego" albo zdobyć pieniądze na operację. W najgorszym wypadku mógłby wrócić do Dino na kolanach, błagając, by zasponsorował jej zabieg.

W jej głowie istniał też scenariusz, w którym wyznaje miłość na długo przed pojawieniem się Eijiego i jest zdrowa, ale na to było już za późno.

Nie chciała niszczyć niczyjego szczęścia. Czasem jednak, podczas bezsennych nocy spędzanych w łazience na zimnych, oblanych księżycowym światłem kafelkach, nachodziły ją odmienne myśli. Leżała przy prysznicowym brodziku, zastanawiając się, ile jeszcze krwi wykaszle, nim leki zaczną działać. Właśnie w takich momentach, mając za towarzystwo jedynie żonkile, po głowie krążyły jej niezliczone pomysły. Często przymierzała się do wybrania numeru Aslana. Układała w głowie gorzkie słowa, które miały go uczynić winnym i tym samym zmusić do pokochania jej. Innym razem stwierdzała, że powinna sama zwrócić się do Golzine. W końcu wiedziała, gdzie szukać jego największej zabawki. Układ byłby czysty. Czasami chciała po prostu wrócić do tych momentów, kiedy upodlona w willi pocieszała się myślą, że kilka metrów dalej Ash śpi spokojnie, bo tej nocy ofiarą była ona. W atakach Hanahaki witała wirującą karuzelę wspomnień, marzeń i snu. Potem jednak zawsze nastawał dzień — powrót do realnej rzeczywistości. Witała pierwsze promienie słońca odbierając połączenie:

— [Reader], widzimy się o 7? Wiem, że jesteś zajęta i ostatnio rzadko się spotykamy, ale zależy mi.

Zgadzała się więc. Stawiała do pionu. Przemywała lepkie od potu ciało. Ubierała. Zakrywała makijażem ślady nieprzespanej nocy. Wmuszała w siebie kubek kawy i to, co znalazła w lodówce. Zamykała mieszkanie, potem zaś biegła do niego, modląc się, by nigdy więcej mu nie ulegać.

Zawsze przegrywała.  

Aż do teraz.  

Ta noc była inna, gorsza, bardziej bolesna.

Rankiem w końcu zobaczyła ich razem w sposób, jaki nie pozostawiał żadnych złudzeń.

Miała już serdecznie dosyć swego poświęcenia. Ten jeden raz chciała w relacji pozostać samolubną.

To dlatego, starając się powstrzymywać kaszel, stała teraz w holu ogromnej willi.

— Paniczu Yut-Lung, panienka [Reader] do pana.

— Wpuść ją. Możesz odejść.

Służący pokornie skłonił się i usunął z pola widzenia.

— Mówiąc o każdej porze, niekoniecznie miałem na myśli trzecią w nocy — stwierdził z wyrzutem.

Chłopak nie wyglądał na szczególnie zaspanego, choć był ubrany w delikatny szlafrok z motywami przywodzącymi na myśl kwiaty wiśni.

— Przepraszam, obudziłam cię?

— To do ciebie niepodobne, żeby się o mnie... — Tego zdania nie udało mu się dokończyć.

Dziewczyna poczuła, jak nogi nie wytrzymują jej własnego ciężaru i kręci jej się w głowie. Niechybnie miałby miejsce upadek, gdyby nie Yut, który w ostatniej chwili złapał ją, nim kompletnie osunęła się na podłogę, położył na kanapie, po czym wezwał prywatnego lekarza.

Mocno posunięty w latach Chińczyk dokładnie osłuchał płuca pacjentki.

— Obawiam się, że to już naprawdę ostatni dzwonek na operację — stwierdził na odchodnym.

— Dlatego tu jestem — wyrzęziła [Reader], widząc, że mężczyzna opuszcza pomieszczenie.

— Przyjmujesz moją ofertę?

Kiwnęła głową, nie mając już siły na wydobycie z siebie głosu.

Chłopak udawał nieporuszonego tą nagłą zmianą stanowiska. W rzeczywistości jednak prawie nie dowierzał szansie, która go spotkała.

Mógł za jednym zamachem dobić Asha i uratować ją, kobietę, do której od jakiegoś czasu czuł dziwny sentyment. Odnosił wrażenie, że przypominała mu matkę, choć jednocześnie całkowicie się od niej różniła.

Nie chodziło mu już nawet o spłacenie długu, kiedy celowo odwróciła uwagę morderców, których nasłał jego brat. Po prostu za każdym razem, kiedy widział z jaką pasją jest gotowa poświęcić wszystko dla lwa, czuł zazdrość o to, czego nigdy nie dane będzie mu zaznać. Tym bardziej, że Lynx najzwyczajniej w świecie nie potrafił tego docenić.

— Jutro po południu sala operacyjna będzie gotowa.

Był to najkrótszy możliwy czas, w jakim mogło mu się udać dopełnić formalności. Wiedział, że będzie to raczej nieprzespana noc wśród kilkunastu rozmów telefonicznych.

Już miał wychodzić z pokoju, kiedy spostrzegł, dlaczego tym razem nie otrzymał potwierdzenia swoich słów.

[Reader] zwyczajnie zasnęła z wycieńczenia.

Poprawił więc jej głowę, tak aby wygodnie spoczywała na poduszce. Odgarnął kilka niesfornych kosmyków z twarzy, a na koniec przykrył kocem.

Wtedy też usłyszał jedną z zabawniejszych rzeczy, jakie dane mu było usłyszeć z jej ust:

— Jesteś śliczny — mruknęła przez sen.

Następnie zabrał telefon i postanowił zadzwonić z innego pokoju. W końcu nie mógł ryzykować.

Sam tylko nie był pewny, czy nie chce ryzykować wypłynięcia informacji, czy komfortu śpiącej dziewczyny.

***

Dziewczyna odłożyła kosztowne pióro, zaraz obok stosu papeterii.

— Skończyłam.

Yut zaraz po wejściu do pokoju sięgnął po kartkę, zamierzając się zagłębić w tekst. Ujrzał tam jednak tylko kropki i kreski:

--..-. -.-- -.-. --.. -.-- .-..- .- -- / ... --- -... .. . / -- .. .-..- --- ...-... -.-. .. .-.-.-  

-.-. .. . ... --.. ..-.. / ... .. ..-.. --..-- / --..-. . / --. .-- .. .- --.. -.. -.-- / -- -. .. . / .-- -.-- ... .-..- ..- -.-. .... .- .-..- -.-- .-.-.-  

[Reader]  

— O co tu chodzi? To miał być list, który go poruszy, a nie zabawa w alfabet Morse'a.

Autorka uśmiechnęła się pod nosem, a jej oczy jakby na chwilę zasnuły się mgłą.

— Kiedy jeszcze pracowaliśmy dla Golzine, obiecałam mu, że jeśli się wydostaniemy, to powiem, czego życzyłam sobie od spadającej gwiazdy. Najwyższa pora to zrobić. — Westchnęła. — Jeśli rzeczywiście chcesz osiągnąć cel, oddaj mu to i uwierz mi. Znam go lepiej niż on sam. Sentymentalizm zaboli bardziej niż dziesięć ckliwych listów.

Tak stwierdziła.

Na dnie duszy pojawiła się jednak myśl, że tak długo, jak Ash ma Eijiego, przetrwa wszystko.

Kartka papieru nie zatrzęsie jego umysłem w posadach na tyle, by go dobić. W zamian za to, ona będzie żyć.

***

— Czy poznaje pani człowieka na zdjęciu?

Dziewczyna leżąca na szpitalnym łóżku z uwagą przyglądnęła się zdjęciu na ekranie smartfona.

— Wydaje mi się, że nazywa się Ash Lynx, ale chyba dawno go nie widziałam.

— Kim dla pani był?

Uczuła dziwny dyskomfort próbując odpowiedzieć. Coś w rodzaju frustracji, narastającej aż do bólu głowy.

— Znajomym? — wykrztusiła wreszcie.

Zabrzmiało to jednak bardziej jak odpowiedź pytaniem na pytanie.

— Dziękuję, to wszystko. Niech się pani teraz nie wysila. Proszę odpocząć. Niedługo wypiszę receptę na stałe leki, w związku ze stanem płuc.

Lekarz skierował kroki do wyjścia z sali. Usłyszała szmery rozmowy toczonej za drzwiami. Zaraz potem jego miejsce zajął Yut z bukietem kwiatów, w których rozpoznała frezje.

— Dziękuję — szepnęła, odkładając kwiaty na szafkę obok łóżka.

— Nie będę owijał w bawełnę. Ash Lynx, którego przed chwilą ledwo rozpoznałaś, był powodem twojej choroby. Powinnaś trzymać się od niego z daleka i będzie w porządku.

Dziewczyna obdarzyła go chwilą milczenia.

— Poskładałam już wszystko mniej więcej w sensowną całość — odrzekła w końcu. — Jest jedyną osobą, o której mam dziwnie zamazane wspomnienia. Mniejsza o to, w końcu mogę oddychać pełną piersią. — Obdarzyła go uśmiechem. — Myślę, że to może być dobry, nowy start.  

— Zabezpieczyłem już to małe mieszkanie na obrzeżach Nowego Jorku, o którym mówiłaś.

— Yut?

— Tak?

— Myślisz, że znajdziesz czas, żeby tam wpaść? Jak już wszystko trochę ogarnę.

— Czemu nie? Przerwa dobrze mi zrobi. A teraz wybacz, zajmę się formalnościami. Jutro cię wypiszą. Odpoczywaj. — Odszedł.

Dziewczyna została sama ze swoimi myślami.

***

Przeglądając pudła w nowym mieszkaniu znalazła nagryzmoloną notatkę, którą najwyraźniej z premedytacją zostawiła na wierzchu, sama dla siebie. Alfabetem Morse'a kilkukrotnie kreślone były dwa zdania:

"Życzyłam sobie miłości.

Cieszę się, że gwiazdy mnie wysłuchały." 

[mythiica]

Fics Masterlist

✰ = Request

♧ = Requested through Ikemen Discord Writers

♡ = Reposted from my dA

✿ = Third person POV

☾ = First person POV

❤ = Personal favourite

🌼 = Edgar Appreciation Week 2019

★ = Ikemen Vampire Angst Color Collection

Most of my fics at in the second person (you/your) and (Y/n) as the subject. Lately, I’ve been testing out some different point of views, and they have been marked with a ✿ to make it easier to tell the difference. 

Ikemen Sengoku

SFW

Reader x Nobunaga Oda - Midnight Confession ♧ ❤

Reader x Nobunaga Oda - Morning in Vienna

Reader x Nobunaga Oda - The Ashes of Us ♧ ❤

Thunderstorm Headcanons {Nobunaga} ✰

Reader x Hideyoshi Toyotomi - Affection ✰

Reader x Hideyoshi Toyotomi - Wash Your Worries Away

Reader x Masamune Date - Caring For Your Sick Person

Reader x Ieyasu Tokugawa - How to Properly Brew Shincha Tea ✰

Reader x Ieyasu Tokugawa - Eccedentesiast

Reader x Mitsuhide Akechi - Rendezvous in the Rain ❤

Reader x Mitsuhide Akechi - Trust the Kitsune ✰

Reader x Mitsuhide Akechi - A Kitsune’s Confession ✰

Reader x Mitsunari Ishida - Oblivious

Reader x Shingen Takeda - By Your Side ♡ ❤

Reader x Shingen Takeda - Congratulations

Reader x Shingen Takeda - Heaven’s Confetti

Shingen Takeda {Ikemen Sengoku} Headcanons ♧

Reader x Kenshin Uesugi - Salty Onigiri

Reader x Kenshin Uesugi - Persuading You

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - Stolen Kiss

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - Settling Down ✰

Reader x Kennyo - Little Bird

Mai x Kennyo - Perhaps ✿

A Note from Kennyo - Accidental Kiss ☾ ❤

Modern AU! Slow Burn - {Ieyasu Tokugawa}, {Mitsuhide Akechi}, {Shingen Takeda} ✰

Reactions to a sick MC - {Masamune Date}, {Nobunaga Oda}, {Kenshin Usegui}, {Shingen Takeda} ✰

Mini Fics Early Morning Fluffs {Mitsuhide}, {Kenshin} ✰

Mini Scenarios - The Warlords Seeing Their Children for the First Time ❤

Mini Scenarios - The Warlords Reacting to Minor Injuries

Mini Scenarios - The Warlords + Being Fed

NSFW

Nobunaga Oda {Ikemen Sengoku} Headcanons

Reader x Fem!Nobunaga Oda - Lady Nobunaga

Reader x Masamune Date - Hot Springs Fun

Reader x Ieyasu Tokugawa - “Stay here for the night. Don’t go back to your room.”  ✰

Reader x Kenshin Uesugi - Pickled Plums

Reader x Kenshin Uesugi -  Divine Punishment

Reader x Shingen Takeda - Reverse Roles ❤

NSFW Alphabet Headcanons {Shingen Takeda} ✰

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - Hold On ♧

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - “ll take it you were happy to see me then?” ✰

Reader x Sasuke Sarutobi - Rendezvous on the Roof ✰

Reader x Kennyo - Distractions ♧

NSFW Headcanons {Kennyo} ✰

Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader x Mitsunari Ishida - Celebrating Victory

Hideyoshi Toyotomi x Reader x Nobunaga Oda - Reward

IkeSen Scenarios - Dom!Fem {NSFW} (all warlords) ❤

IkeSen Scenarios - Warlords + Food {NSFW} (all warlords) ❤

Dom!Fem Headcanons - {Nobunaga Oda} {Mitsuhide Akechi} ✰

NSFW Alphabet Headcanons {Nobunaga}, {Ieyasu} ✰

Drunk MC + Suggestive Mini Fics - {Nobunaga} {Mitsuhide} ✰

Drunk MC + Suggestive Mini Fics - {Ieyasu} {Mitsuhide}, {Sasuke} ✰

Shingen Takeda x Nobunaga Oda - Taming the Devil King

Shingen Takeda x Nobunaga Oda - A Game of Go

Crack (usually edits)

Noburella Part 1/4 ❤

Noburella Part 2/4

Ikemen Revolution

SFW

Reader x Ray Blackwell - Serendipity

Reader x Sirius Oswald – Forget-Me-Nots ❤

Reader x Sirius Oswald - Gentle Smiles and Lullabies ♧

Reader x Seth Hyde - Macarons, Not to be Confused with Macaroons ♡

Reader x Luka Clemence - New Traditions

Reader x Lancelot Kingsley - You Mean the World to Me ❤

Reader x Jonah Clemence – Peek-A-Boo ♧

Reader x Jonah Clemence - Morning Cuddles ✰

Reader x Edgar Bright - Intimacy ✰

Reader x Edgar Bright - No 🌼

Reader x Kyle Ash - Rum What? ♡

Reader x Zero - Midnight Therapy

Reader x Harr Silver - Springtime Skinny Dipping

Reader x Harr Silver - Your Eyes, Like Silver

Reader x Oliver Knight - To Charm a Woman

Reader x Blanc Lapin - A Bunny’s Habit

Oliver Knight {Ikemen Revolution}  Headcanons ♧ (Written with kiarigirl-blog)

Reader x Lancelot x Sirius x Harr - A Competition for Your Hand ♧ ❤

NSFW

Reader x Sirius Oswald - Temporary Bliss

Reader x Sirius Oswald - View

Reader x Fenrir Godspeed - A Picnic… Without Clothes?

Reader x Lancelot Kingsley - A Night to Remember ♧

Reader x Edgar Bright - Sensual

Reader x Loki Genetta - How to Properly Start Your Day

Ikemen Vampire

SFW

Reader x le Comte de Sainte Germain - Golden Days  ★ ❤

Reader x Wolfgang Mozart - Lavender Dreams ★ ❤

Reader x Leonardo da Vinci - An Amber Astrolabe ★ ❤

Reader x William Shakespeare - My World ♧

NSFW 

Reader x le Comte de Saint Germain - Letters to You ♧

Crack

Isaac Newton Edits ❤

just a regular sunday evening

jean meme

if ikevam had internet

so 

Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

SFW

Reader x Gavin - Sunset Atop the Oak Tree ✰

Reader x Gavin - To Keep You Safe ✰

Reader x Gavin - The Proper Way to Distract Someone ✰

Reader x Gavin - Last Sunrise ✰

SFW Headcanons {Gavin} 

Reader x Kiro - You Promised ✰

Silly MC Headcanons {Victor} ✰

Reader x Victor - Confronting Chik ✰

Endometriosis Headcanons {Lucien} ✰

MLQC Headcanons - Hiking

Victor, Gavin Incorrect Quote

Victor edits ❤

NSFW

Reader x Gavin - Officer’s Punishment ✰

Reader x Gavin - Date Gone… Right? ✰

Reader x Gavin - A Night Full of Surprises ✰

Reader x Gavin - Mistletoe Surprise

Reader x Victor - Shower Sin ✰

A-Z NSFW Alphabet {Victor} ✰

Reader x Lucien - Jealousy Looks Good on You ✰

Reader x Lucien - A Steamy Bubble Bath ♧

Reader x Kiro - Sweeter Than Sweet ✰

Baby Fever/Fluff {Main 4} ✰

Obey Me!

Reader x Beelzebub - Midnight Snack

The Arcana

SFW

Reader x Muriel - Twitterpated

NSFW

Vibrators Mini Scenarios {Main 6}

Midnight Cinderella

SFW

Reader x Alyn Crawford - Nemesism ♧

NSFW

NSFW Headcanons {Sid} ✰

NSFW Headcanons {Byron Wagner} ✰

Reader x Giles Christophe - A Lesson on the Human Body

Other

SFW

Reader x Levi Ackerman - Blood Rusted Memories ♡

Reader x Saeran Choi - Dystychiphobia ♡

Reader x Tooru Oikawa - The Three Times He’s Cried for You ♡ ❤

 NSFW

Reader x Yut-Lung Lee - Intimacy ✰

Ash Lynx, Yut-Lung Lee {Banana Fish} Headcanons ✰

Reader x Jumin Han - Mine ♡

Reader x Vanderwood - Good to be Home ♧

Other - not fics

Chats

Salt {Chat between Lancelot and Oliver}

Rose {Chat between Jonah and Luka}

Bang Bang {Chat between Mitsuhide, Mai, Mitsunari, and Masamune)

Throne {Chat between Nobunaga and Mai}

Womanizer {Chat between Shingen and Mai}

[lordsister]

What She Meant To Him (Yut-Lung Lee x Reader)

A/N: I was in the mood to write angst and this is what happened.

I do not own Banana Fish or any of its characters. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic.

My ko-fi: ko-fi.com/lordsister

He realizes now, what Eiji meant to Ash.

Yut-Lung blames himself for this. He shouldn't have pushed you away and left you unprotected. He should've held you close and never let go, his precious, irreplaceable (y/n). But it was much too late for him to rethink his actions.

The truth was he'd been terrified by how strongly he felt for you, someone wonderful and beautiful and actually normal who'd unsuspectingly walked into his life and undeservingly paid the price for it. Yut-Lung should've been honest with you, told you what kind of monster he was, but he hadn't wanted to. He told himself that it was because you'd move on with your life, move on from him, soon enough, but that was a lie. It was really because he wanted to keep you by his side for as long as he could and he knew that if he told you you'd probably run away screaming. For the first time in his life, Yut-Lung Lee had found someone who his heart beat for, someone he wanted to share his secrets with and hold close late at night, and it scared him more than anything.

So he did what he did best. He said horrible things to you, threatened to do horrible things to you that made the bile rise in his throat, and at the end of it all he lost you, just as he had intended. The worst part was that as you walked away from him, tears streaming down your face, he actually had the nerve to feel regretful.

This was what he wanted, wasn't it? He was disgusted with himself, both for feeling this way and for hurting you.

It was just like him, to do something like this, to push away the one good thing in his miserable life. Your presence was like being bathed in gentle morning sunlight after a long night, except you weren't here anymore and the darkness had returned, more lonely and cold than before.

At least you were safe now, he'd thought, bitterly trying to find a pro to your leaving him as he drowned his sorrows in expensive wine. But even that had turned out to be untrue, leading to his current position standing outside a uniform hospital door, your name scribbled on a temporary placard on the wall. By the time he'd let you go it was already too late, one of his many enemies had already found out about you, despite his best efforts to keep you a secret. When Yut-Lung had woken up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, a phantom knife lodged between his ribs, he'd immediately known that something had happened to you.

He remembered ordering his men to find you and bring whoever it was that had hurt you to his feet. He remembered the sting of broken glass slicing his hands as he destroyed everything in sight in a fit of rage. He remembered putting bullet after bullet after bullet into the body of the man who had harmed you, his blood pooling across the ornate oriental carpet. He didn't remember how he had gotten to the hospital and found your room.

Why was he even here? It was his fault you had nearly died. Being with him had immediately made you a target. He might as well have painted a bull's eye on your back. What could he possibly say to you that would make things better? The best he could do now was leave you alone, cut himself off from you completely.

But he doesn't want to. Selfish as he is, he wants to keep you by his side, the one person who actually made his life bearable. It's more than he deserves and he knows it.

Funny that as he's standing here, longing for you with every breath he takes, Ash Lynx and Eiji Okumura are what come to mind. The sheer force of realization makes his chest cave and his heart squeeze painfully. He never understood why Ash cared so much for the Japanese boy until now. It was because Eiji was a balm to everything horrible, someone he could talk to without fear, a center of gravity his tortured soul could rely on no matter what happened, and the same was true for you when it came to Yut-Lung. That's what Eiji meant to Ash, and that's what you mean to him.

And just like Ash did, he's going to have to let you go to keep you safe.

It's simply too dangerous to be around him. After everything he had survived and experienced, your pain is the one thing he can't bear. For once in his life, he'd found someone he cared about more than himself and if it meant you could live a happy, normal, safe life he would readily, but not gladly, let your hand slip from his.

All he wants now is to speak with you, see you, one more time, just one last interaction to hold onto for the rest of his life. But should he? Does he even dare to after what happened? Further, Yut-Lung had the impression that the moment he walked into that room and saw you, he'd lose all resolve to let you go. Even so...just one last time. One more time and then he'd be gone.

Quietly pushing the door open, his eyes land on your sleeping form. Part of him wants to wake you up so he can look into the eyes he dreams about, but he knows you'd probably only look at him with anger and hurt now instead of love, so he settles for your peaceful face. His heart beats painfully in his chest at the realization of what he had and what he lost and for the first time in his life, he prays.

Yut-Lung prays for your safety and happiness, first and foremost, and then he prays that the heartbreak he feels now never leaves so he'll never forget what you meant to him.

[lordsister]

Bad Things Come In Threes (Yut-Lung Lee x Reader)

It started that morning.

In an odd stroke of misfortune, your wedding band slipped off your finger and down the drain while you were in the shower. Your distraught cry as you desperately tried to fish it out had Yut-Lung running from the bedroom, ready to defend you with nothing but his bare hands.

When you explained what happened he simply chuckled, relieved that the problem wasn't something more serious, and said that he'd buy you a new one. At your half-hearted glare, he pulled you into him, naked, soaking, and upset, and soothed you the best he could, rubbing circles into the bare skin of your back and whispering sweet comforts in your ear.

Neither you nor he had ever been the kind of people to believe in superstition and he was quick to dismiss the occurrence, but you were obviously upset and a little unsettled. Thumb rubbing the paler, sensitive skin of your ring finger, your mind drifted at the lack of metal. Something didn't feel right and it was more than just the loss of your ring. The hairs on the back of your neck refused to lay flat and the muscles in your shoulders itched with tension.

You tried to shake it off, praying nothing else would happen that day...but the world doesn't always work the way we want it to.

"Do you have to go to work today?" you asked, as Yut-Lung slipped on his shoes and coat. "Whatever you have going on can wait, can't it?"

"I wish it could, but I have some important meetings to attend today," he sighed, bringing you into a hug. "Try not to worry too much, okay? I'll be back as soon as I can."

Before he could pull away you cupped his flawless face in your hands and kissed him hard, kissed him as if it would be the last time you kissed him. "Stay safe, okay?"

Leaning forward to press his forehead to yours, his dark eyes gazed into your own as he murmured, "I will." He took a deep breath in and out, the vulnerability on his face something he was willing to show to you alone. "I love you, (y/n)."

It took a massive amount of effort to unknit your furrowed brow and give him a smile. "I love you, too, Yut-Lung."

With a wink thrown over his shoulder, he was gone.

You stared at the door long after it had closed, pressure building in your throat and the sound of its shutting echoing through your mind. Lips barely parting, your next words escaped on a whisper.

"Come back to me..."

Your nervousness refused to abate as the day continued and you forced yourself to continue with your daily life. The slightest, most ordinary sound made you jump and you had to stop yourself from anxiously texting Yut-Lung every hour.

Maybe you were overreacting, but considering the nature of the cruel, underground world you and Yut-Lung lived in you thought your concerns were justified. If anything happened to Yut-Lung....

Your phone rang, startling you from your thoughts and almost making you drop the mug of tea in your hands. For a heartbeat you thought it was Yut-Lung, but looking at the contact you found it was a number you didn't recognize. "Hel-" Your greeting was abruptly cut off as an explosion from outside rocked the floor and made the windows bulge and crack. Tea and shards of ceramic spilled across the floor as your mug fell from the counter. Instinctively dropping low to the ground, you waited for bullets to shatter the windows, for hitmen or kidnappers to invade your home, but no further attack came.

"Are you still alive, Mrs. Lee?" a static-warped voice asked from the phone discarded on the floor nearby, its screen cracked. "There's much more of where that came from awaiting you and your vile family in the future." And the line went dead.

You did your best to appear calm as the guards rushed in, checking you over for injuries and escorting you to a safer location, but you couldn't control the shaking of your clenched fists or the trembling of your lip as the attacker's words ran through your mind.

"There's more of where that came from..."

"Notify my husband of what's happened immediately," you ordered, your firm, steady voice at odds with the mad beating of your heart.

"Yes, ma'am. Mr. Lee is being taken to a safe location as we speak."

Nodding, you faced forward, trying to calm your breathing. You desperately wished that Yut-Lung was there with you, but for now it was enough to know that he was safe.

Absentmindedly, your thumb strayed to your ring finger, rubbing the bare, vulnerable skin.

Warning bells blared in your mind. You'd been repeatedly assured that Yut-Lung had reached his destination safely and was under heavy guard, but it did nothing to quiet your growing fears. You needed to see him, to confirm with your own eyes that he was okay. Under direct orders from your husband, you weren't allowed to leave the safehouse you had been taken to, but you couldn't stand this any longer. You could feel it in your bones that something was very wrong, that the two bad occurrences that had taken place that day were about to be joined by a third.

It would be near impossible to sneak away from the guards and they had been given permission to physically restrain you if necessary, but you weren't about to let that stop you. When everything had reasonably settled down and your assigned protectors left you alone for a moment, you ducked away down a shadowed side corridor and stole a car from the garage.

What you were doing was reckless by all means, but you didn't care about the consequences right now. All you cared about was whether the love of your life was truly safe and unharmed.

Even though you were endangering yourself for the sake of a hunch, you prayed that you were wrong, prayed that everything was fine and that you were just going crazy. And as you approached the safehouse Yut-Lung was supposed to have been taken to, everything did seem fine, but you really should've known better.

A bullet hit one of your front tires just as half of the building before you exploded into flame. More bullets peppered the side of the vehicle, bouncing off of the reinforced glass as you tried to maintain control and managed to crash just behind the side of the building the wasn't currently burning. The car door opened and you recognized the Lee family's guards as you were unceremoniously dragged out of your seat and towards a side entrance. People were shouting and running around in disorder as you were practically carried down the hall. A gunshot sounded somewhere close by and your cheek stung, the guard that had been pulling you along dropping to the ground with a sickening thud.

Refusing to succumb to shock for even a heartbeat, you bolted, racing down in the hall in a mad dash for survival. You had barely rounded the corner before gunfire filled the previous hallway and you forced yourself to move faster.

Panic-filled moments went by and your heart beat painfully in your chest as you burst through the first door you saw, hoping that whoever was on the other side was a friend. Guns turned in your direction and a shout came to hold fire, but you didn't hear it over the roar in your ears, relief weakening your knees at the sight of the man before you. Blood seeped down your face from the graze on your cheek, mixing with tears, but you didn't care as you threw yourself into Yut-Lung's arms.

"(Y/n), what the hell are you doing here?!" he said harshly, his arms tight around you. You could tell he was angry, but it was an anger borne out of concern for your safety. "Why didn't you stay where it was safe?!"

"Sir! We've received word that the other safehouse has been attacked as well! And the teams that were deployed in the east wing have been overrun!"

"What?!"

A nearby explosion made the floor tremble and a protective arm wrapped around your waist as Yut-Lung pushed you behind him.

"We need to leave, now! Send word to fall back!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Goddamnit!" You heard your husband growl out from between clenched teeth as he ushered you towards the door, guards falling into formation around the two of you. The door opened and you were hustled out into the chaos, the sounds of combat and men in agony loud and relentless as the company turned a corner towards the back of the building and the bullet-proof vehicles parked there.

Men dropped, dead and dying, around you, but you forced yourself to keep moving, facing straight ahead and counting the steps until you and your loved one reached safety.

The two of you were close, oh so close, to making it out unscathed, but a third event to join the first two had yet to come and fate wouldn't have it any other way.

Guards covered you and Yut-Lung as you emerged from the safehouse and made your way towards a van. The back doors were opened and your husband's hand refused to leave yours as he pushed you in, following close behind you.

And that's when it happened.

In the heartbeat before Yut-Lung was able to fully get in the van a bullet somehow got through the barricade of guards, hitting the Chinese man directly in his side. If you had to describe what you felt in that moment, it was as if you had been shot too. Blinding emptiness and shock chased by incomparable pain, the kind that tears hearts open in an instant and drives even the most level-headed to madness. You didn't even register the scream that escaped your lips as Yut-Lung fell on top of you, his face twisted in agony. A few more guards jumped into the van, closing the doors and starting the engine. Someone was yelling something about a hospital, but you weren't listening, too focused on the life escaping your love.

What began that morning with the loss of your ring had come full circle.

A sticky warmth seeped through your fingers as you pressed them to your husband's stomach, desperately trying to staunch the blood. Your mind worked in desperate, adrenaline-driven bursts as you realized he wasn't breathing. Screaming for help, you started chest compressions, alternating between pressing on his abdomen and giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

"Stay with me, Yut-Lung."

1...2...3...compressions and you pressed your mouth to his, breathing air into his lungs.

"Stay with me, my love."

1...2...3...more compressions and the process began again.

"Please, don't leave me!"

1......2......3......

A/N: I actually enjoyed writing this quite a bit. Banana Fish took my heart, lit it on fire, and threw it under a bus.XD 

I do not own Banana Fish or any of its characters. The plot, however, does belong to me.

Thank you for reading~!!!

[ceylon-writes]

Heyyy!! Can I please have relationship hc about Yut Lung Lee with a short fem s/o who studies to become a fashion designer? Thank you 🥺❤❤

Yut lee-

If your studying fashion design he will get the best Chinese fashion designer to be your teacher.

He will also gladly be your model, but he will act like it’s a bother to him everytime you ask.

“Hey yut lee? Can you model this dress for me”

“Ugh, if you insist, not like I had anything else busy to do today.” *putting on the dress while complaining*

If you want his opinion on a piece he will give you his honest opinion and then some.

“That color clashes with the shoes, and what with those sleeves? Why you choose this material? It gonna crease easily.”

But he means it in the best way so don’t take it personally.

Knowing your short height, your probably won’t be able to model any of your creations. But he will hire perfessional models to models the outfits for you.

And he will hire the best photographer to take the pictures also.

Btw your tuition is paid for also, and your going to a super fancy fashion college.

[ceylon-writes]

If it's ok, can i ask for platonic headcanons (or a scenario if you want) of a reader that its like a big sister for Yut, like maybe she his bodyguard and she it's like "this one needs support, im adopting him". She also kick ass, very skilled and protective as hell, the moment Yut begin to trust her was when one of his shitty brothers put a hand in his shoulder (she detect his discomfort) and intercept the hand in 3 seconds, his brother its angry, Yut its baffled, and when his brother begins with "how dare you been this disrespectful with the Lee family!!!" she its calm and smiling and saying "with all due respect sir, my loyalty it's with Mr. Yut not your family, so i kindly ask that you please remove your hand from my client" Even Yut heard how his brother's hand started to crack a little before it left his shoulder.

Ok so I’m answering this in bullet points if that’s ok

Ok, so you were hired by yut lung to be his bodyguard.

Your the youngest of all his body guards at only 18, 2 yrs older than him.

You felt sorry for his shitty life and decided you were gonna “adopt” him.

Don’t try to baby him tho, he will fire you so fast. Just act professional and you won’t get fired.

You can care for him in ways like reminding him to eat or protecting him from danger, but other then that he don’t want you babying him, no matter how much you want to.

When his brothers visit you hate them with a passion, you always sense yut lung discomfort when they are around.

So when one of his brothers out his hand on yut lung shoulder, you step out of line and take his hand off his shoulder. Telling him to “please take his hand off of your client”

Ima be honest if you actually did this your dead so fast, that won’t fly. But we will pretend that you miraculously survived that encounter.

Yut lung is suprised, but not as much as his brother is who is appalled a worker has the audacity to speak to him like that.

He reprimands you on your disrespect to the lee family, you say you only loyal to mr. yut.

In his anger he leaves and you have to deal with yut lung yelling at you and slapping you across the face, you did step out of line.

You explain your reasoning and yut lung just huffs and says thank you in his yut lung way.

[ceylon-writes]

do the smell thing for yut-lung and sing, please!!!!!!

Yyyeeesss more people! (I was feeling lonely 🥺)(man I sound like a desperate b*tch)

What the bois smell like prt 2

Yut lung-

Jasmine tea, I’m calling it this rich boi smells like jasmine tea.

You know that medicine smell? Not the antiseptic one the other one, yeah he smells like that.

Definitely puts on a manly cologne to make himself smell manly but he just gets tired of the smell and stops using it.

He’s just makes sure he doesn’t has any smells on him before doing an assination.

Sing-

Boi smells like a middle school boys locker room 🤢🤮

Like legit smells like too much axe and sweaty socks.

He trying to cover up the stinky puberty smell like he’s trying.

(So fun fact, Asians don’t stink, like their genes lack a genome that Europeans have that cause that sweaty armpit smell which is why you won’t find barely any deoderates in Japan and China, but like the dudes 14 he’s gonna smell stinky.)

All in all not a pleasant smell.