Random discussion I wanted to do cuz it's a shower thought about TR. It started as Bonten Mikey but it also fitted other characters and it turned into an essay >>'
Also incoming editing to these yandere discussions cuz I finally have a layout XD
Like your yandere asking you if you love them and you answering yes because Stockholm Syndrome, scared you'll get hurt more or punished and all that bullshit. Then that asshole hits you with the "Then how about we die together? Kill ourselves at the same time while holding eachother?" Cuz they're too tired to live but you huff and say no.
Before they can throw another temper tantrum/punish you you're gonna respond with "The afterlife isn't known at all, whether our souls might find each other there isn't guaranteed either, or if we'll be reincarnated at the same time. So I want to keep living with you for as long as I can and make even more memories. Maybe they'll help me find you again in our next life." And smile.
They turn so red from blushing and probably start crying cuz they think you love them so much, promising they'll make sure you two keep living together for a very long time while cuddling closely to you and clinging for dear life. Apologizing profusely about how they even brought it up and it was so insensitive to ask you to die with them when you wanted to live for such a lovely reason.
Meanwhile you're probably tied to the bed comforting them, with some will to live and escape left in you and you're not gonna let this lover's suicide trope ruin it.
Mikey for sure, that bitch just added 20 more years to his life because of this 💀 especially Bonten Mikey, like you saw light flash in his dead eyes for a minute when you were talking before he broke down crying. Kanto Mikey would break down too, a lot more queitly while clinging to you but he's sobbing and choking out apologies. I'm not even gonna bringing up Toman Mikey/Manila Mikey, cuz we know they'd start crying immediately and probably kneel for forgiveness cuz they wanted to end everything just because they were done with life when they should be greatful for even being able to breath the same air as you since you love them back.
Sanzu too, man just can't believe you actually wanna continue being with him after everything he's done. In Bonten it probably happens after Mikey fell from the roof with Takemichi and now he feels he can't protect you either but how dare you give him another reason to live? Meanwhile with Kanto and Toman Sanzu they fall in love all over again. Tbh they all probably gave you a mocking grin and said "So you finally learned." But bitch even the blind can see how he's shaking and crying without even realizing it. If you say "I love you" after that expect him to break down.
Kazutora, best way to manipulate this yandere hoe is like that, I feel like he turned so red and suddenly drank 247 energy drinks because he can't calm down or even go to sleep when remembering your words. Like do you actually mean that? Really? You love him that much? Is he even deserving of it? He was just about to let both of you rest but now his obsession got worse. Most definitely apologized for one or two hours and kept saying he loved you and would make sure you two lived as much as possible.
Izana, he might end up saying some "So you think I won't find you after we die? I'll drag you to hell with me if I have to!" But it's with a trembling voice and he's still tearing up cuz his abandonment issues are getting lowkey fixed. You wanna stay with him even after he's punished you so harshly? Of course you do, how could he doubt that you would want to die when you could live with him instead? Izana genuinely apologized for even bringing this up -ONE apology though- and he ended up giving you more privileges to breath after, probably began acting softer too.
Senju would have to be at a really low point in her life to ask that of you but you just made her do a 180 because this just confirmed you love her too right? Then as long as you want to live like that she will too! It's easy to escape her but if Senju managed to lock you down and you end up saying that to her??? Please get ready to be somewhat free again because she trusts that you love her and won't escape.
We also have Shinichiro, Chifuyu, Hakkai, Souya, Takemichi and Hinata who would fall for your words but they'd never try to do a double suicide cuz they don't want you to die or get hurt, especially not by them.
Naoto, Kakucho, Inui, Koko, Rindou, Emma, Yuzuha and Shion -Shion is kind of easily manipulated shush- would also never ask you of such a thing because they don't want to die when they have you in their life but there's a 1000% chance they fall for your words and become softer.
Meanwhile people like Draken, Ran, Mitsuya, Taiju, Baji, Muto, Nahoya, Mochi, Benkei and Kisaki are mostly moved by your words, like get that doki doki feeling but it probably was a test and you passed it with flying colors. They also don't trust you that well so nothing much changed other than they don't feel as suffocation as before.
With Hanma, Bonten Koko, Bonten Ran, Wakasa, Takeomi, South and Bad Toman Kisaki it definitely was a test and they don't believe you but are glad to know their punishments are working and you behave so well now/got Stockholm Syndrome.
Can you do ❤️💜🖤 and maybe bit of dark romance with Manjiro sano,Haruchiyo Sanzu,Ran & Rindou Haitiani.
I hope 🤞 I’m doing this right and not over stepping my boundaries. Anyway I Love,Love,Love, your bonten Yandere headcannon where Reader successfully flee except reader this time reader had a abortion (since she was pregnant with their child) behind their back.
Reader was able to have a whole new life without them finding her and now she is married to a other man that isn’t one of the Bonten gang member,She has two kids with this man and is pregnant with his third child. This man that reader is married to,made her a whole new different person,she not the same sweet submissive woman they once knew her when captured her,She confident, independent woman with a successful job,and a firecracker who won’t hesitate to put up a fight with the Bonten gang member if they ever come back for her,she is ready for them.
How they feel about whole the situation,and how would they feel about finding out that reader was once pregnant with their child,but got a abortion behind their back than running away afterward to start a whole new family with this man and having kids. What will they do to reader and her new family? How would they break her down before rebuilding her the way they want her to be?
╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is me letting out all the frustration and anger I've had for the past week in a very healthy manner... And this is the product of it... Why am I like this 😭😭😭 This gon be fucked up 😭😭 But not you leaving the two somewhat sane men [Koko and Kaku] out of this 😭😂😂 at least they would've dropped the kids at some orphanage... Okay but I'm serious there's some really fucked up stuff written on the headcanons... Even I grew a little uncomfortable while imagining it 💀Also I merged Ran's and Rindou's cuz they're sharing you since they were too similar with eachother-
-> 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨
First off, I am so sorry.
When Mikey pinpoints your location- And he realizes you have a family? It's not going to be pretty-
You were just having some family time in the living room until his men raided the place and Mikey arrived in all his insanity.
Man thought you were kidnapped and held against your will by your husband. And that the husband forced you to have his kids. It was an assumption because Mikey wanted to save the little bit of sanity he had left because of you.
Mikey shot the man on the shoulder as soon as the executives held him down.
Only then for you to intervene, yelling at him instead of being thankful that you were saved.
"Angel...? What's wrong? I'm here to help you... It's okay, you don't need to be scared anymore. You don't need to act like you're in love with him... I'm here for you now..."
But you didn't budge, glaring at him with such anger and hatred.
Then Mikey came to terms with it.
You WANTED the current family you had.
You DID escape on your own.
You LOVED someone that wasn't him.
He will stop just to go to you and cup your face, fingers digging on your face. Staring into your soul with crazed eyes and you glared right back.
"I see... So you're not MY angel anymore, huh... Heh... Hehe~"
Even the executives weren't able to breath when Mikey started laughing.
A chilling smile on his face as he walked around the living room, probably creeping everyone out with those lifeless eyes and soft humming as he took in all the you had made here memories. He glanced at some of your framed family photos and grabbed one, only to smash it on your husband's head a second later, the creepy smile now a full on terrifying glare.
Would've started saying some "You seduced my angel you bastard!" 💀 Mikey would've salem witch trialed your husband if you stood quiet. Full on "He used some fucking voodoo or some cult shit." Route.
Then you started yelling at him and despite Mikey giving you a look that would've sent the old you crying and pleading for forgiveness you didn't back down.
So Mikey didn't hesitate to walk over and slap you so harshly your cheek started bleeding "I'll fucking teach you a lesson for disobeying me like this." He then ordered the guys to take you and your family away.
You tried getting a word in and Mikey pulled the gun right on your stomach, his angry expression turned into an uncaring glare as he leaned super close to your face.
"Don't be like that darling, you were gone for so long. I need to have my fun too now..."
Then you were knocked out. When you woke up again you were in the ever familiar slaughterhouse. Yaaaay...
Mikey kept you there for months, forcing you to watch how he tortured all of your family members one by one- yes even the kids.
And no matter how much you shouted that you'd hate him forever, screamed, begged, cried, even gave up and agreed to be his again, nothing stopped Mikey.
Mikey was stubborn, always glancing back at you when you begged and said you loved him, smiling without any emotion "Just teaching you a lesson angel, if you love me that much then this isn't a problem right?" He was definitely mocking you.
The screams and cries of your loved ones would forever haunt you, including the friends who you made along the way in your new life.
Even you fell victim to Mikey's physical beating once he learned you were pregnant with HIS child and aborted it.
He cried nonstop for a few weeks, did you hate him that much? Was his love worth that little to you?
Mikey even considered double suicide between you and him but then realized that was too merciful.
Super Dark Impulses™ kicked in.
So Mikey kept torturing you by keeping your husband alive through it all, even after killing the kids.
Directing all the hatred he felt for you towards the poor man...
"It's your fault... Maybe if you didn't exist [Y/N] would've stayed by my side... YOU'RE THE REASON MY ANGEL DOESN'T LOVE ME ANYMORE! IF YOU DIDN'T RUIN HER I WOULDN'T HAVE SUFFERED ALONE ALL THESE YEARS!... I would've found her so much sooner... She would've still loved me..."
When your husband dared to look at you Mikey immediately blinded him in one eye. Couldn't be completely blind just yet.
If you were early in the pregnancy Mikey would've forced you to abort the baby.
If you were too late in the pregnancy you'd never see your child since the doctors Mikey called to help you with the delivery took it away, he never told you what happened with that child either.
Then made the husband watch as Mikey impregnated you and broke you down to his liking yet again.
After he deemed it was enough Mikey would gently kiss your head and steadily hold your hands to grip the gun pointed at your husband, he's basically forcing you to kill the man you once loved, even though that person is just a shell of what he used to be after Mikey's torture.
Just know that Mikey will never be the same after this, no matter how much you listen or stay quiet he will always remember this, his trust on you is completely broken. Even if he acts as affectionate as he did before he always has that unhinged look in his eyes. Staring, observing if you were trying to escape again.
"Now angel, hold still and pull the trigger... You're taking too long darling... Would you like me to play with him some m- Ah, there you go. Right on the head just as we practiced. Good~ Hmm but you're crying again... It's annoying. There's no need for that, you know it's bad for the baby so just relax. That man should've never been a part of your life to begin with. You're mine. You've always been mine. It's easier to just accept it... Accept that you belong to me and make this easier for everyone."
-> 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮
Dear lord, when he finds you again after so long he would already be furious then he finds your FAMILY!? And that you're HAPPY!? Happy WITHOUT HIM!?
Oh he's raiding the place in the middle of the night as soon as he can.
-Might've killed one of your kids out of rage the second he arrived-
You and him definitely had a full blown argument right then and there in the middle of the hallway in the dark while you tried protecting your husband and child.
Sanzu might've been on the bring of tears because of frustration, sadness, anger and betrayal. Especially when you yelled back at him or tried attacking him, rightfully so because he killed your kid but that just got Sanzu even more heated, why would you care!?
"DON'T TALK BACK TO ME! I'M THE ONE YOU SHOULD BE WITH! IT'S ME WHO SHOULD HAVE THIS- WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS IS WITH YOU! NOT SOME RANDOM FUCKER WHO YOU MET ON THE STREETS!"
And you'd scream right back at him, explaining how you loved that man and your family and would be damned before letting Sanzu take you back- then letting it slip that you hated him and even aborted the kid because you wanted to escape anything that had to do with him so badly.
Now that made Sanzu freeze up. Even Sanzu didn't realize it but he had started crying, a soft "Eh?" In surprise after processing your words. Lowering his gun and staring with wide eyes.
He did want this somewhat domestic life with you because you behaved and listened to him well but you threw that all away for... For a life like this? A life without him?
You didn't process anything until Sanzu probably shot you on the leg while glaring at you so to keep you in place.
"If you want to be such a bitch about this then fine, two can play that... I... I thought I'd just have to take you back but clearly that's not enough."
Yes you had to watch helplessly as Sanzu probably killed your family right then and there. All slaughtered mercilessly and painfully in front of you while you couldn't do anything.
Once he was done he'd walk over to you, all bloody with his tear stained eyes but unlike before he's calm and nonchalant.
It's creepy. To watch his face stuck to an expressionless gaze with swift and quiet words opposed to his usual loud voice.
Yanking you by your hair to make you look at him and pointing the gun at your stomach.
"Beg. Beg for me not to shoot and kill this useless little shit. If you beg me properly like I taught you maybe I won't kill it once it's-"
"Fuck off and drop dead Sanzu."
Sanzu would give you an unimpressed stare as you glared at him with tear filled eyes.
You were crying because he killed your entire family and now you didn't care about dying?
Sanzu would sigh, tears falling off his eyes again and he didn't care enough to stop them, all Sanzu knew is that you betrayed him and he hated you right now.
So obviously he didn't do what he should've done; kill you. Instead he slammed your head on the wall and decided to teach you all over again.
"Wrong. Not only did you interrupt me as I was talking but you also used the wrong name, you're supposed to call me Haru while pleading and whimpering like a good pet. Try again or I'll shoot."
In comes the second try and yet you didn't obey. The final warning yet you still kept up, glaring at him through the blood dripping down your face with a determined expression.
Sanzu was too tired emotionally from today's shock to explode on you so he shot at your stomach -or just grazed it, idk how medical stuff works, just know he didn't have any intentions to kill you- without much care. Easily picking you up and carrying you out of there.
Sanzu had half a mind to swerve in hopes of killing you both but stopped, he still needed to consider Bonten.
So after that risky abortion he had to get to work again on breaking you down. You were already used to the old methods so he's gonna try a few new things.
Obviously he'll try to get you hooked on the drugs first, break you physically down until you can't do anything without him, unless he's working he's definitely with you punishing you in any way he can.
All the time you never see him smile, the stilled expression on his face seems more so emotionless, only getting annoyed when his teaching methods don't work.
"Annoying... Seems like I have to try something else."
You definitely got pregnant tho... If you looked too happy for it, like just a hopeful look in your eyes or a twitch up from your lips, Sanzu forced another abortion on you- no, he doesn't care if it was his kid.
Though you finally started showing signs of "progression" after that. Once Sanzu saw how he made that crack on you he had an easier time picking off at your new personality.
When you're finally back to how he remembered, seeing you cry for his name oh so sweetly while pleading will have Sanzu finally smiling...
Then he'll smack you, snickering when seeing the familiar fear flash in your eyes, his hands snaking down to grip your neck harshly.
If your life was hell before you left this is even worse. He was so hellbent on teaching you again Sanzu had forgotten how to fully have fun.
"There you are... Welcome back [Y/N]~ God I missed you so much! Ahh after that last stunt you pulled? Just know that I'll NEVER forgive you for it... To think my little pet caused me to suffer so much, I hope you had your fun out there because your punishment is still not done."
-> 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢, 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
... I'm left speechless of the guts you have to escape them.
-Here comes trouble, make it double bullshit-
So were they when arriving home and didn't see you patiently waiting at the door or asleep on your shared bed. The camera footage corrupted.
Ran was in shock and the penthouse was turned upside down before he sent his men to search for you, man looks annoyed and angry 24/7, none of that smiling stuff. Meanwhile Rindou was completely losing it, probably the one who cried himself to sleep a few times. Ran sometimes has to legit knock him out to put him to sleep because Rindou isn't taking care of himself.
Doesn't mean he was any less dangrous 💀 they became even more threatening after this, poor Rindou was taking his anger out on everything and Ran was straight up cruel.
Then they found you a full on 5 years later having fun at an amusement park with your family.
Did a double take to confirm it's you, once that happened Ran and Rindou all but exploded from anger and hatred.
At first they were so relieved and happy to see your face, then saw your belly, husband and kids trailing after you. Shock and happiness turned into a homicidal rage because God doesn't want you to be safe anymore. Both staring in a crazed state of anger.
"To think she's been here... How confident and stupid, knew she couldn't have done this alone, that trash must have done something to her."
"Don't be too hasty Rindou, let's do a bit of research first... If our little doll wants to play so stubbornly we have to break her down completely so she learns her lesson."
They were a lot more sneaky about it, because if they jumped at you on first sight Rindou would have ripped you to pieces and Ran might as well have killed you.
First they kept targeting people closest to you, then your kids and husband, even if you tried to move once noticing the signs it was impossible to escape again.
Ran and Rindou started stalking you more intensely, leaving messages, texts, clear indications that they were there to get you paranoid and anxious. You thought you were going crazy.
The more you refused and shot back, full of confidence, the worse they got.
They won't stop texting you, sending you pictures they took of you right that minute, your house is definitely bugged by the way. You and your husband lose your jobs, then Ran and Rindou keep saying how they'll target your kids next and that's when you lose it and demand they stop.
They don't.
The brothers don't even directly talk to you honestly, they just DO stuff and then sent you proof that they're controlling everything that happens.
"I liked the other dress you wore better! Of course it would look prettier if you weren't carrying that abominable inside you. Just saying~"
"Ran is right, that husband of yours is ugly too- ah maybe it's because neither of you have the money to do better right? How sad~"
"Just leave me alone already!"
"How about we do you a favor and swat one of the three dead? One less mouth to feed ^^~"
"You look so pretty crying [Y/N], but we'll get bored if we just keep looking at you from the monitor you know~"
The anger was starting to disappear into sadistic amusement because of this so the brothers knew they wouldn't kill you if you stood in front of them now.
When you're finally out of money they'll abduct you and your family. But they're completely ignoring you during everything, just make sure to take care of the essentials and barely talking or looking at you.
Instead they talk about what they'll do to your family, all the fucked up shit said right in front of your face and you can't even reach in to rip out Rindou's hair or smack Ran's face. Especially when they started planning what they'd do with your other child once they're born.
Just saying if you start crying Rindou might want to crack -to tease and mock you ofc- but Ran stops him- they definitely get more vicious though, the fact you care about your family annoys them to no end.
Ran absolutely drug up your husband and make the club girls have fun with him then shows you the videos with that same innocent smile.
"Looks like he's having fun~ Why would you pick a cheater like him doll?~ Someone so incompetent while my brother and I were with you?... That's why you need us, to take care of you so you don't make such dumb decisions..."
Ran's hand was definitely shaking as he held the phone, man was so angry and his ego was hurt that you left them.
Rindou was the one to give reports- or more so just talk about what would happen to your kids until he stopped giving any info.
You started growing nervous and began crying and demanding Rindou to tell you what happened.
"HAITANI FUCKING TELL ME IF YOU HURT THEM OR NOT!"
He finally snapped to fully look at you, too bad it was a poor choice of words.
"Hurt? Hurt...? You know who's hurt [Y/N]? Me, Ran. WE'RE hurt! Hurt you'd abandon and run away with some random bastard! What!? Were we not good enough!? We fucking loved you more than anything- AND STILL DO! Gave you everything! And you abandoned us- BETRAYED us by creating a family with someone else!?"
Rindou broke character and was a crying, raging mess without Ran there to keep him calm, probably gripping tightly at you and in the midst of the screaming match you revealed the abortion part.
"H-huh... What?... B-but we... Were supposed to..."
Now Rindou was in a state of shock, he didn't do anything but stare for a minute then left. Definitely went to snitch to Ran who unlike Rindou just got even more angry with you.
"You run away, betray us, not to mention how much you've made Rindou cry for the past years, now this... Ahhh we've been patient enough with you, [Y/N]"
Ran genuinely despises you a little for making his little bro so unstable, he had trouble being a support for Rindou during the 5 years and this just crumbled Rindou down yet again.
Ran took it upon himself to torture you a little, of course all mental and a few knife slashes. Dealing with Ran alone was terrifying, the other held no sympathy for you whatsoever even as you pleaded you'd change, only stopping once he deemed it was enough.
Had to wait until you gave birth to your final kid before happily patting Rindou on the back and telling him how they could try again for a kid with you.
Being a good older bro, Ran let Rindou go first and seemed relieved when Rindou finally started smiling and looking alive again.
They ignored how empty you looked and continued the habit of talking to each other and never refering to you until later on, except for now always hugging or touching you in some way.
"See? Told you it would've worked Rindou, our doll is even more well behaved than before~"
"Guess you're right Ran, don't know why I made such a panic before... Well, doesn't matter, I'm just glad [Y/N]'s finally back to normal and won't cause trouble anymore~"
thinking about just how much manilla mikey and bonten mikey would hate each other
they had fully opposite goals, they did fully opposite things, and they both ruined themselves in the process, and they both wanted nothing more than to die
and i can’t help but think - manilla mikey is warm.
manilla mikey killed all his friends, but he looks calm, manilla mikey looks fucking content and like everything is fine and manilla mikey is smiling, manilla mikey is a testament to all his wrongs and yet he looks at peace - a fake, wretched peace, but peace
bonten mikey is cold.
bonten mikey looks fragile and exhausted, he looks halfway on the verge of death and the only emotion he shows is when he cries while begging takemichi to save him, bonten mikey is a fragmented puzzle piece fitting no where
manilla mikey is selfish, killing everyone he loved in what is essentially a hissy fit over takemichi leaving, while bonten mikey is selfless, ruining himself in order to protect everyone else, choosing to become a monster in order to save his friends
manilla mikey chose to protect himself, bonten mikey chose to protect everyone else
either way, it’s fucking tragic, because mikey never had a fucking chance.
You and Mikey made a pact to get married if the two of you were both single when your forty, but Bonten Mikey finds out you’re engaged and is grumpy (despite not speaking to you for years), Sanzu’s the only one who knows why lol
Cast Line Up Ran, Rindou, Haruchiyo, Mikey, Kakucho, Hajime and Shuji
Rated TV-MA
Minors This Isn’t For You
Summary ✰ How some of the Men Endures NNN (No Nut November) and How they Give it to you when Their resolve breaks! Bodies Sweaty, Knees Weak!
No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty
Ran Haitani
✰ Ran Enters NNN Overconfident and Ego Swole forgetting he has an aching Desire for you
✰ Making Bets with Kokonoi, Sanzu, Kakucho, and Rindou on who can last the longest during this Nutless Month but All Bets are forgotten the Moment he's with you
✰ Your thighs and Ass make him high just by just watching you sway so he busied himself in his work
✰ But even that is futile when his Dick demands attention and his balls need to be milked
✰ He tries his best to not fuck you, He has a lot on the line here. His ego?? His Money?? His pride??
✰ But Soon He says fuck you to all that as he clears his desk and lay you down on it
✰ “Assume the Position Baby. Your Man finna fuck you stupid” Ran Drawls as he thumbs your clit through your panties
Ran dick is deep in you as his hips snap into yours, his hands gripping your hips while your ass jiggled with each thrust he gave to you
“Shit. I can't believe I suggested that bet. I needed this more than I thought” He groaned while loosening his tie from his neck, His eyes getting hypnotized by your beautiful ass making him land a firm smack to your ass cheek
“Got me acting up” He mumbled while you two scattered His paperwork on the floor, “Fuck me Harder Ran” you moaned as he deepen his strokes making sure to give it to you nice and long
His dick punished your needy pussy with every Push He Gave as you clenched around him, Your legs shaking as Ran's dick brought you eye-watering pleasure
“Fuck. I'm cumming baby” You moaned while Ran continued to give you the dick you deserve, His thrusts not letting up as your pussy massaged his orgasm from him
“So Fucking Good to me. Always ready for me to please this pussy. Fuck. I'm lucky” Ran Moaned while he came deep into you. Ran Body laid on top of yours while he thrusted deep into you one final time before pulling out of you
“Fuck. Rindou going to Win the bet” Ran said dramatically before spanking your ass
Lost: November The Third
Rindou Haitani
✰ Only participate in NNN to one-up Ran
✰ Fuck the money, He overjoyed at the thought of outlasting Ran and Sanzu
✰ But this will be proven a game hard to win for Poor Rindou, Everything about you makes him ready to fuck you
✰ The Way your tongue wet your lips, The way You walk, and the way you say his name got him losing himself
✰ Your tits Alone got him feeling Dizzy from all the blood rushing to his dick at once
✰ Tortures himself by listening to you get off by yourself at night while wishing he was buried deep in you
✰ His poor dick? Always hard and yearning for your pussy warm embrace
✰ Rindou's Judgement is gone and his hopes of beating Sanzu is lost the moment you hug him “ I’m Going to fuck you till your voice is hoarse from screaming my name” Rindou says in your ear while his hands roam your body. Oh fuck.
Rindou had his tongue laid flat against your right nipple as his dick pounded into your soft walls, The Only sound to fill the room is your moans and the dirty sounds your pussy makes as he fucks you senseless
“What About the B-Bet?” You moaned out while Rindou softly bit your nipple, “Fuck It. I need you more than I need that fucking money” Rindou grunts out before putting your left nipple in his mouth
Your pussy creaming on him as he raises your leg up to angle himself better, His eyes rolling back as his tip brushes against that spot in you that make you grip the sheets ‘ Fuck. Found it” Rindou Grunted against your skin as his eyes stared up at you
“Taking This dick so good, Going to cum deep in you” He groaned before licking your calf, his eyes were wild as his fingers toyed with your clit while your voice cracked with every scream of his name
Rindou slapped your hand away as you grabbed his wrist “ Rin, it's too much. I'm going to cum” You barely moan out while his fingers and dick continue their onslaught of pleasure, “ Cum for me. I can take it.” Rindou grunted as he fuck you towards ecstasy
You came hard on his dick, your nails marking his back as his hips slowly rolled pushing his dick deeper in your pulsing walls as he fucked you tenderly through your orgasm
“Hope you're not tired yet, My dick still Hard. Going to fuck you all night long till we’re sore” Rindou groaned to you before bringing his head down to suck on your chest
Lost: November The Tenth
Haruchiyo Sanzu
✰ Haruchiyo Likes to live dangerously, He joins the bet knowing damn well he's addicted to your pussy and moans
✰ He has you jerk him off till he is ready to cum before pulling his dick away from you, “Don't whine Baby, Makes me sad. I'm just prepping myself to fuck you belligerent when November ends” He Grins up at you
✰ But that smile is soon wiped off his face when his thoughts and dreams are plagued by your pussy and the way you grip him
✰ Bonten Meetings feel like Torture to him without fucking you beforehand
✰ His dick is always on hard. He has become More Ruthless and Unpredictable Got the Haitani Brothers afraid of Him more than ever now
✰ His eyes lock on you like a Predator eyeing its prey whenever you’re around, Dick uncomfortably hard in his pants
✰ He's at the point of saying fuck it and getting his fix of you squeezing his dick
You sat On Haruchiyo's dick in the backseat of his car as he fucked into you, the tinted glass was fogged up from you two heavy breathing making you relieved as you two were fucking right outside of the club
“Couldnt wait to get home to fuck you, fuck. You were making my brain melt” Haruchiyo Groaned as his arms held your back to his chest, His hips raising off the seat to drill his dick in your pussy
Haruchiyo was quick to bring a hand to your mouth when your moans were getting too loud “Shit. Don't need anyone hearing what only meant for my ears” Haruchiyo Groaned as you laid your hands on the passenger seat for support while he fucked into you deeper
Your legs getting weak as his dick attacked your g-spot with each needy thrust he gave to you while his free hand went into your shirt to softy pinch your right nipple making you arch against him, his lips kissing the back of your neck while you subconsciously rolled your hips to meet with his thrusts
Your pussy throb around his swollen dick making Haruchiyo cum deep inside of you as your pussy pulled his orgasm from him “Fuck wait until we get home, Going to fuck you like never before” He whispered in your ear before pulling your panties back up, “ Now let's go back in Yeah? Before those nosy ass brothers come a knockin” He said while massaging your shoulders
Lost: November The Fifteenth
Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano
✰ Manjiro needs your pussy like he needs Oxygen, He fucks you whenever he has free time or Has Important Decisions to make
✰ Manjiro Finds No Nut November Foolish and a waste of time, He reacts like you took away his food from him if you suggests it
✰ He has no defenses when it comes to you, just know if you dish it out be prepared to take it anyway he gives it back to you.
✰ Grind On His Dick? Prepare to get your throat filled with hard dick. Grab him through his pants? Your pussy going to get bruised up
✰ He Knows He can't go a day without being in you and he not going to make himself go a month without you
✰ “Now Pull Those Panties to the Side and Let your Mikey fuck that pretty pussy” Manjiro says while smiling at you
Your face laid on your hands while your ass was up in the air, Manjiro feet were firmly planted in the mattress as he Lowered himself into your sweet pussy
His moans were like music to your ears as tears of pleasure leaked free from your eyes into the white duvet below you, his moist thumb rubbed your swollen clit with precision as your body shook with each thrust he blessed you with
Manjiro was hellbent on tenderly fucking you as his white hair got stuck to his sweat-kissed forehead. Your moans fell from you broken as your senses were overcome with pleasure, Nothing you said was coherent
“Sounds so pretty getting all fucked dumb” Manjiro moaned down to you as he spanked your ass with his free hand, “So Perfect letting me fuck you like this” He groaned making you grin at his words
Your pussy muscles tense around his dick letting him know you were close to cumming, “Let's cum together, Yeah?” Manjiro said while his thrusts got sloppier
Your Orgasms hit you both at the same time making Manjiro weak in the knees as he gave two lazy thrusts to you, He slowly pulled out of your pussy before laying on top of you while his hands massaged your soft flesh “ Thank you, Babe, That was Beautiful” He moaned in your ear sending goosebumps down your body
Lost: November The First
Kakucho
✰ Kakucho would win NNN if he didn't have you, He takes your Pleasure seriously and does not see the need of denying you anything
✰ Your Pussy needs love to be made to it tenderly everynight and how can he deprive you of that??
✰ Kakucho Ignores the words of the other Guys who are participating in NNN, Yes he is the “Weakest Link” If that means he puts his lover pleasure above silly bets
✰ He can't lie, He finds himself in want of your moans and the way your body moves under Him too
✰ He can't Imagine an entire month of being without your pussy or the way you make him feel
✰ He was Pressured into Joining the bet but that's money he's willing to lose. Let those guys suffer, his dick going to be buried in you while their balls get blue and that makes him feel like a true champion
Kakucho Hands Held yours firmly as he thrusted up into you nice and tender, His dick inside you making your toes curl everytime it blessed your walls with its presence
The Mattress holding you while Kakucho pleasured you into tears, his lips sucking on that spot you neck that makes your eyes roll “Kaku so good to me” you moaned making his eyes lock with yours
“I love you, you know that right?” Kakucho groaned into your ear as you rolled you hips to meet with thrusts, “Mhmm I love you too Kaku” you said while he kissed your tears of pleasure away from your beautiful face
His strong hand gently gripped your knee as he softly pulled your leg up to position you better so his dick could kiss your g-spot, Kakucho Hips moved in a circle before thrusting back into you while your fingers found their way into his hair
Kakucho used his fingers to rub circles on your clit making you whimper with pleasure as he kissed under your chin before looking up at you “ I know you are close Dove, But can you hold on for a minute? I want us to cum together” Kakucho softly said as you nodded your head in response
“Cum with me Dove” Kakucho grunted as he gave a few more powerful thrusts to your warm walls, letting go you both came together while still holding hands.
Kakucho was quick to kiss your knuckles before pulling out of you “ you're so beautiful. Thank you for that. My love” Kakucho said before kissing lips”, “You're beautiful too Kaku” you breathlessly said before wrapping your arms around your man.
Lost: November The First
Hajime Kokonoi
✰ Hajime Wins effortlessly, He knows who he's going against
✰ Ran and Kakucho are the Weakest Links, Rindou can't keep his hands off of tits long enough to think rationally, and Sanzu?? Sanzu?? Don't make Hajime laugh
✰ From the Moment a bet was made and the money was placed in his hands, He knew he was going to win hands down
✰ Doesn't Leave you unsatisfied though, He eats you out every night and fucks you on his talented tongue
✰ Promises of what he going to do with the money he wins from the bet spill from his lips like a poem
✰ A Trip to Bali? New coat you've been eyeing? Jewelry? Bag and shoes for your feet? He gotcha baby if you can take some weeks without his dick
✰ Just Be Prepared for Him when he wins the Bet, He going to fuck you until the only thing you remembers is his name
Hajime Showered Money down on you while he fucked you for the third time tonight, HIs Thrusts were powerful and needy as he fucked you on the floor
“Been dreaming of this day. you're Gripping your Koko so well, Gonna make me crazy” He grunted while his fingers squeezed your nipples every time your pussy clenched on him, “Koko, I missed your pretty dick being inside of me” You moaned prettily to making Hajime's face red
His long hair was wet from sweat as he lifted you to sit on his lap while he began to fan you off with hundred dollar bills “Don't need my darling getting Overheated, do we? Bounce on this dick” He moaned while your hips moved on him
Your pussy was already tender from the orgasms he gave to you earlier, his mouth sucked your nipple as his tongue swirled around your sensitive bud
He couldn’t help but laugh at your moans when he thrusted into you unexpectedly, your arms holding tight onto him as his dick constantly brushed against your g-spot
You came on him while moaning his name brokenly, Your pussy pulling while deeper with each squeeze you gave onto his dick made his eyes flutter close as he came in you
His Arms Holding you close to his chest while He collected himself “ Hope you got your bags packed, come tomorrow evening I’ll be fucking you in Bali” He whispered in your ear as he thrusted up into you one final time
Lasted Till December The First (Winner)
Shuji Hanma (Bonus)
✰ The only reason he Participates in NNN is to tease you and see how long you can go without him pounding into your velvety walls
✰ “Never Met someone who doesn't want to walk” Shuji Laughs at you while you whine for him to fuck you
✰ He's really mean about it, Talking about how he going to fuck you while pushing his tip between your soft folds only to pull his dick away “Sorry Babe its still November isn't it?” He says while laughing at your tears of disappointment
✰ He makes you Needy, Angry, and Frustrated at the same time, got you riding his thigh chasing your pleasure while he giggles about not giving you dick until January
✰ His teasing come to a end when his dick starts aching for you but Shuji please remember that payback can bring you to your knees baby
Shuji Laid on top of you as he fucked you deep into the couch, Your legs over his shoulders as he used his body weight to get you in a position where he can fuck you deeper
Your fingers clawed his back up as his golden eyes peered into your own, His dick fucked your pussy roughly as he needily chased his own high
His lips attacked your neck making you raise up off the couch, your pussy held him in tightly “Fuck. So Tight for me. Gonna make me cum so hard” Shuji groaned while he bruised your thighs with his grip
His hips moving at a pace that let you know he was going to cum soon as you smiled to yourself, Taking the time to toy with your clit to push yourself over the edge
You came around his dick while smirking up at him as his thrusts became sloppier, Not wasting any time you pushed him off of you making him fall back onto the couch “ You're not Cumming in me Hanma, This what you call punishment Shuji” You Giggled while running from him, “You can fuck me if you can catch me” You said while fleeing the scene
“I'm going to fuck all those ideas out of your pretty head when I get ya” Shuji Grunted before pursuing you
Lost:November The Eighth
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Tonight, you've got the invincible Mikey tied up to your bed.
[NSFW]
And Mikey thinks it's a shame, if his men outside his penthouse knew about your pink fluffy handcuffs holding his large arms behind his back, but...
This man feared of all, this man who could shake empires only by the weight of his sharp eye, who has Tokyo's dirtiest mafias under hand on top of his twenties and...
And a pair of fucking pink handcuffs.
But again...
-" swear to fucking god, if you I'm not feeling you 'round my cock right fucking now... "
He knows his threatening glare finished the sentence for him, he could see your thighs slightly shaking, and soon you're done teasing him, it seems.
Because he hated how you turned him into a boiling, almost whining mess under your cloud-like light kisses.
Every part of his skin have had its fair share of love tonight, more than he ever deserved, he believes. He remembers how it all started, your hand in his, dragging him to bed from yet another exhausting meeting, your nightgown falling to the floor, your tiny hands pushing his torso on your bed.
-" Wanna show you some love tonight" you winked, and though you've never seen Manjiro Sano's face expressing anything else than... Nothing. Yet, as soon as your naked body found his lap, he was a goner.
Sliding those handcuffs around his wrists have been an easy job with the haze your body plunged him in, his stern eyes found yours immediately, ready to fight.
-" Shhh, I'm just tryna take care of you. Trust your baby girl, hm ?"
He could break them, and he could break you, by the less strong move of his arms, but your lips soon found his, and often between those honey dripping lips, Mikey loses himself.
Back to present, your hands are clutched on his shoulders now. His heavy cock stands tall between your two bodies, it is again, all about inches.
And your eyes found his, sometimes he wishes he was good with words, instead of nearly letting out a gasp as soon as he feels your entrance hugging his tip.
-" holy shit... " Manjiro throws his head back, leaving you his Adam apple to kiss, what you do. He drinks in the bliss of your walls slowly swallowing all his length, then he's looking at your flushed face, half-lidded eyes as the breath is being stolen from your pretty lips.
Something tugs at his chest. That empty, dusty chest.
-" You... Just, take it slower, 'kay? Don't want... Fuck, would never want you hurting "
Anyone outside that room can testify, there's no goodness in that man. But at moments like this, he thinks there is. And he thinks god's gift for it, is the half-blessed half-spent smile you give him.
-" It's okay, can take you. Your girl can take you, daddy"
Maybe is it your words, or the way you start slowly, eagerly bouncing on his length. One of the two anyway got his eyes rolling back in his head.
-" Oh yeah ? Is that so ?" He nearly chokes on his world, his raw voice's whispers got your walls clenching around him. Too good. " My girl's such a pretty slut, taking all of me like a fuck- fucking champ " his breathes are shallower, harder to take. The thin pressure of the handcuffs preventing him from moving, combined with the faster movements of you are overwhelming.
Mikey's head leans on your chest, halfway between cursing your name and worshipping the soft skin. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, feel him getting closer and closer to his peak.
-" Don't you stop, pussy too good... Fucking don't... "
Well, you never intended to at first, but now he's giving you ideas.
Or maybe that was exactly your plan from the minute you've bought those pretty handcuffs. It doesn't matter anyway now, because...
It is indeed beautiful, watching the impassive mask of him shattering the minute he thinks he's so close to cum, and he sees you pulling out from him.
Your entrance dripping on his red, hungry cock, your pretty ass sitting far away from him on the bed, and your playful eyes on him.
It is indeed beautiful, the invincible Mikey, recording his first defeat. At this moment, you think you're really funny, witnessing the realization of what you had just done washing over his face.
But they say, easy come easy go.
And those handcuffs weren't meant to last long anyway, as with a single move of his hand, he breaks them in half.
The next seconds are a blur honestly, you don't even know how could someone humanly move this fast, have you on your back so easily as he is towering on top of you, hard cock pressed to your wet sensitive labia's.
-" Getting bold on me, hm ?"
Your eyes widen instantly, because... Well because, he is smiling ! No, smirking, rather. Something you've never saw, in months of sharing the bed of the Mafia leader.
Mikey's hair locks tickle your neck, whilst his lips get closer to yours. Your brain stopped processing, but your heart knew... Showered under his deep, unraveling, dark glare, your heart knew what kind of trouble you've just put yourself into.
-" hope you had fun playing around, m'pretty bitch "
Insults were somehow Manjiro's love language, but where those ones were usually coated in possession, this one was a bullet with your name on it.
-" cause I'm about to have this slutty pussy ruined on my cock. "
A deer caught in headlights, he thinks of you. His arms cage you as soon as you try moving, well at least you tried...
-" Oh baby, I've never wanted my men to hear your sweet moans... What a shame, now watch me make them hear my slut cry"
SYNOPSIS: It’s his birthday and you give him a favor for which you'd do anything as a present. This could’ve been so endearing if he weren't the criminal your co-worker Naoto have been following for a long time.
Content warnings: MDNI! smut, secret rendezvous, secret relationships, fingering, unprotected sex but mikey pulls out
a/n: happy birthday to my best boy! I am kinda late but whatever
Mikey knows he should let you stand up, let you leave him, and head back down into your apartment. He knows he should ignore the rising tide of pure, physical yearning within him, the growing tightness in his trousers, the hot flush in his skin. He knows he should distance himself immediately, both physically and mentally, and move on.
But for once in his life, he decides to listen not to what he should do, but what he wants to do.
“Come closer.”
At first, he thinks you’re going to object, but then you slip onto your feet and obey, slowly walking, turning to face him with your chin downturned and hair across your face. He reaches up with both hands to brush it away, tucking the strands behind your ears, and finds himself wondering what your skin might feel like beneath his lips, his tongue - things he’s never wondered before. Things he’s not allowed to wonder. But he doesn’t let you go.
Instead, Mikey’s hands wander lower, settling on your waist. You say nothing, your eyes fixed on his dark ones, and Mikey has never felt more seen .
“Mikey-" you begin, but cut yourself off, evidently unsure of what you were going to say.
Mikey interrupts before you can gather your thoughts, and rethink this whole scenario because he knows this is a bad idea, knows this is crossing a line he’s never dared to fully cross with you before.
And he. Just. Doesn’t. Care.
So he says, simply, just once:
“Take off your pants.”
The order filters through your ears and takes root in your brain, and you feel yourself acting on it before you’ve even fully parsed the words. Your hands are at the fastenings to your breeches before you pause, and Mikey in the corners of your vision sits back patiently, placing his hands on his knees, watching. Waiting.
“I won’t ask again,” he says, in that dreadfully voice of his, and even that toneless affectation is enough to make the hairs lift on the back of your neck.
Your fingers feel weak and clumsy as you pop the button of your breeches and ease them down over your thighs, and though you can’t see him well in this dimly lit room, you can feel Mikey’s gaze on every inch of flesh you bare to him.
“Underwear too.”
You swallow, but you have no voice or real desire to argue, and hesitate only a moment before hooking your thumbs into the edges of your panties and tugging them down to join your breeches. When the clothing tangles around your knees, you step out of them, and your boots, one by one. Still, Mikey doesn’t move, but you hear a soft, unmistakable inhalation of breath from him.
“Now the shirt,” he says, low and gravelly.
You’ve been mostly naked in front of him before - so why do your knees feel like they’ve turned to gelatin and your skin is burning at the prospect of standing completely bared before him? Probably because it’s not accidental this time - no, he wants this. Wants you.
Feeling giddy, faint almost, you lift the bulky garment that smells like a mixture of both him and you over your head and lets it fall to the floor. You wear nothing underneath and standing there naked in front of Mikey, you can’t help but feel self-conscious.
You know you have scars - are mapped with them, marks from your previous missions as a person serving the government that span from your hips to the nape of your neck. But Mikey’s touch is gentle, almost reverent as he reaches out and traces the scores across your ribs with his light fingers. He stops at your shiver, reaching up, and you still when his forefinger traces your lips.
And then his hands are bare to you, and he might as well be naked too, for the flush of arousal you feel is akin to having his body pressed to yours.
His hands are calloused, impossibly warm as they stroke your stomach, your sides, your hips. They settle there and draw you closer, step by step until you’re standing in between his legs. You steady yourself by reaching out and resting your hands on his chest, and then you hiss in surprise as he leans forward and his head rests against your breasts.
Mikey stays there for a moment, just...breathing. You find yourself stroking the back of his head. Then, all at once, your world tilts as he wraps an arm around you and hauls you into his lap; your legs come to rest on either side of his, your thighs caging his waist. You gasp as he grinds up into you, no mistaking the heavy curve of his erection straining at the fabric of his pants now as he presses it up into the heat between your legs.
“Shit,” he hisses under his breath. You have never heard an expletive uttered so sweetly in your life.
Feeling bold, you reach for one of his hands, and he’s surprisingly pliant as you lift it to your mouth and draw two of his fingers in between your lips. The groan that you earn from Mikey is otherworldly, going straight to the pit of your stomach, making your thighs clench around his waist. His head falls back to rest against the seat behind him and you push forward, rolling your hips, savoring every sound you milk from him.
Still, though, it’s not enough. The friction, the taste of his fingers, the music of his voice - it’s all a prelude to the throbbing between your legs, between his. And he doesn’t intend to leave you panting this time.
Mikey sits up and reaches in between you, long fingers working the button and zip of his trousers, strained almost to breaking point by the swell of his erection. You bite your lips and he pauses, looking up at you, noticing your trepidation. Then your hands join his, moving them out of the way, and you ease his zip the rest of the way down.
He stops you with his fingers warm and gentle on your wrists. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice rough.
“Yes,” you reply simply, and you think the sound of Mikey’s broken groan as you slip a hand inside his pants will keep you warm in nights to come.
This is more than you ever thought you would get to see or feel of him, more than you had ever wanted or expected, and you feel almost giddy with the power of it. Euphoric is the word you can’t quite think of in the fuzzy mire of your arousal-soaked brain. You’ve been dancing around each other for months, meeting in the middle of the night and parting again, but this is something soft and forbidden that there’s no coming back from.
You have never wanted anything more.
One thing you hadn’t anticipated, however, was his size . You’d guessed, of course, from previous encounters, but when you press your fingers against Mikey’s length through his underclothes you can’t help but stifle a soft sound of shock. Your core tingles with equal parts anxiety and excitement as your fingers drift up, up, up , and back down again, so intent in your exploration that you barely notice his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides with each touch.
He seems to be rendered immobile by the drift of your fingers. You wonder if he’s ever been touched like this - or, for that matter, if you have ever touched anyone like this before. It doesn’t seem to matter in the moment, though, for a second later, you’re drawing his underwear down and letting his cock spring free before your grip closes around his length.
Your thumb and forefinger can barely touch around the thick of him. Your mouth waters, eyes stinging a little in anticipation as you drag the hot, velvety weight of his cock slowly through your palm, and Mikey huffs your name in a warning tone. You do it again, spreading your thumb through the liquid leaking from the engorged tip, drawing a shudder from his body. That seems to be his limit - his hands shoot out and one latches onto your hip with near-bruising force, and you squeak a sound of equal parts protest and enjoyment.
The other hand reaches between your thighs - finally - to touch you, and you let out a soft, almost relieved cry as his fingers spread your folds. If you weren’t so far gone already you would be ashamed of how wet you are just from this, but Mikey seems to take it as encouragement, growling as he slides his middle finger home inside you without ceremony or warning. Your back arches, your grip on him slackening a little, and you moan unreservedly when the second finger joins the first, working back and forth inside you.
He’s preparing you, you realize, your inner muscles fluttering at the thought, stretching you open with his fingers to make way for his cock. The thought makes your chest constrict and your mouth fills with saliva, a fire within your lit and burning bright.
By the time he withdraws his fingers you’re almost bent double and panting, your nerves on fire, whimpering at the loss. But then you feel the head of his cock nudging your entrance and your eyes fly open wide, seeing only flashes of silver as his hand on your hip guides you down slowly over him.
Despite how wet you are, it almost seems impossible that he’ll fit in you - but then the tip splits you open and the pressure begins to spread stinging warmth up your spine as he works his length into you, inch by aching inch. You hold your breath, your hands tight on his shoulders, echoing the strength of his grip on you as he lowers you down onto him.
“This okay?” Mikey asks when he’s maybe halfway in, sounding wrecked, breathless. You, for your part, can only nod wordlessly, your walls fluttering around the incredible, wonderful invasion of his cock. You’ve never been more full. It seems impossible that he can fit any further, but the hopeless mewl you let out only seems to spur him on, and without warning he thrusts up into you, punching the air from your lungs as he seats himself all the way inside you, your pelvis completely flush to his.
The stretch and burn is incredible, your insides clenching down on the thick of him, fluttering in helpless spasms as you fight to get used to the sensation. It’s by no means unpleasant, but it’s so all-encompassing and overwhelming that it threatens to bring tears to your eyes.
“Hey” He’s murmuring your name, but it sounds like his voice is coming from far, far away, hard for you to focus on. Then you feel his hand stroking your back, calming, gentle. “Are you alright?”
His words send shivers through you, and it seems to bring you back to yourself, enough that you can lift your head to nod. "Yeah, I am."
“I can’t - I can’t stay still for long,” Mikey warns on a grunt, and you can feel his thighs tense and trembling beneath you. “I don’t - don’t wanna hurt you.”
The strain in his voice wrenches your heart and makes you clench around him, drawing another sound from his throat. You’re not sure where you gather the strength to swallow, to speak, but you do. “You know I won’t break, Mikey.”
He groans, deep in his chest, and you feel one of his hands curl around your ass and squeeze tight before he lifts you, and then his hips, in a long, slow undulation of his body up into yours. And then, when you only let out a moan in response, he starts to move in earnest.
You try to meet him thrust for thrust but you have no purchase except with your thighs around his waist; all you can do is hang on, and the slow but deep drag of his cock in and out of you is punishing, makes you bend double, curling over his shoulder and whimpering; he holds you tight as he presses up into you as far as he can go, again and again, and again. You start to think you will break; shatter into a million pieces, spread as dust to the stars, lost in the void.
And you’ll enjoy every second of it.
Distantly, you’re aware that someone is panting, whispering hoarsely, “Oh god, oh fuck, yes ,” but you can’t muster any shame when you realize it’s you. Mikey answers with wordless noises; all you care for in that moment is the hot, wet slide of his cock into you, the feel of his hands as they eclipse your breasts with a bruising grip, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
Somewhere, you find the strength to begin pressing yourself back down to meet his punishing thrusts using your leverage on his shoulders, and the way he tenses and muffles a gasp is worth the burn in your thighs, the ache in your stomach. He grabs your rear in both hands and sits up a little further, the shift in angle driving him even deeper, if that is even possible, and you cry out as the sensitive point of your clitoris grinds against his pubic bone, lightning crawling through your nerves at the contact.
“Mikey, I’m gon- I’m gonna-” you warn him, your voice little more than a gargling gasp, choking on your own saliva as you feel the head of his cock impact your cervix. It hurts, hurts so good and it’s just enough to tip you past the point of no return, your whole body seizing at once. You throw your head back, your spine bowing at such a violent angle you threaten to fall back, but Mikey’s hands on you keep you anchored to him, your pelvis pinned to his as your inner walls contract with impossible force around his pulsing length. And this time, he doesn’t bother to muffle your cries as you come in waves and sobs around him.
“F-fffuck, fuck ,” he swears, and you whine as he pulls you off him abruptly, your still-spasming cunt grasping at nothing, and then he’s grabbing your hand and guiding it to his throbbing length, slick with your essence. He closes your fingers around him and jerks once, twice, thrusting through the ring made by your fingers before you feel him erupt - long, sticky ropes of his come paint your joined hands, your stomach, your thighs, his body.
And he murmurs your name all the while through it.
When you’re both still but for the combined heave of your breathing, you sag slightly, spent, exhausted, boneless, awareness slow to return through the buzzing in your head. Mikey’s arm around you keeps you from falling from his lap. You look down, feeling the cooling warmth of his seed on your skin, and watch the way he marked you with his come. The echo of a shudder moves through you, and you let go of one of his shoulders to drag a finger through the mess on your stomach, the thrill of curiosity leading you to place it between your lips.
“Fuck. You just -” Mikey’s utterly wrecked expression is worth it as you suck the saltiness from your digit. “You’re... very beautiful. And what you do to me.” He cups your cheek, his calloused thumb brushing your bottom lip as you withdraw your fingers.
“Guess it's a lovely birthday present then, huh?” you murmur back, unable to summon the strength to move yet.
His weak chuckle makes your ruined body shiver, "The best one yet."
You remain like that for a moment, still, breathing together, messy and covered in each other’s fluids, and you think that you’d be perfectly happy to stay in this moment forever.
summary .ﾟthe aftermath of a heist gone wrong, and ran is nowhere to be found. / when you’re of the gang and you come out of your shell, Ran reminds you of what you know so well: you won’t live without him.
content and warnings .ﾟ afab reader, reader has she/her pronouns, early stage pregnancy, betrayal, describes wounds, blood, incorrect allusions to cyb3r cr1m3, anger, anxiety, situational bratting, mentions vomit, knives/guns, fire/explosion, swearing, it’s kinda sappy ig, pet names (love, baby, pretty, sweetheart, angel), love confession, ran calls you mommy once, car sx, slight hair pulling
word count .ﾟ ~6.8k
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A siren sounds somewhere off in the night outside of one of several Bonten high-security haunts. Inside, Rindou Haitani nurses his drink to your left, and he wonders if you have anything to do with the alarming doppler.
A disarranged Haruchiyo Sanzu finishes pouring 100-proof over your ripped up palm. You’re howling every curse word you remember.
pairing: bonten!mikey x fem!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)
synopsis: leading an empire of violence, manjiro sano thought that he’d seen it all. but when a graduate research student begins working as a hostess at one of his clubs in the tokyo red light district, his worldview starts to gradually shift. there’s one, cardinal issue though— he can’t let you know that he’s the head of japan’s most dangerous crime syndicate.
word count: 7.7k
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. mentions of guns, violence, and sex work/sex trafficking (no trafficking actually occurs). explicit smut. oral (f!receiving). protected sex. switching POVs (indicated by three red dots). scene changes (indicated by three white dots).
notes: thank you violet for beta-reading this chapter! i think i’m going to try to stick to a weekly posting schedule so that i can finish this series before i return to school. as always, i hope you enjoy! reblogs and feedback are super appreciated! :)
“Ken? Really?” Sanzu giggles as he shoves his key into the ignition, the engine whirring to life. “You could’ve come up with any fucking name under the sun and you settled with Ken?”
“Shut up. I panicked,” Mikey spits back, buckling his seatbelt and slumping in his chair after it clicks.
note: this chapter contains multiple character deaths, decapitation, murder, injuries, violence, mentions of massacre, skin carved with a dagger, fire. 11k wc. listen to beautiful crime by tamer while reading.
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CHAPTER XIX: FOR POWER.
“He deserved at least a proper grave, but even that was taken from him.” The silent tear that drenched your cheek wasn’t the first that night and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
With quivering lips, your heart stuttered only to pick its beat faster again. It had lurched in your stomach only to attempt flying out of your chest. That was how it had been for the past few days since Baji’s death. You had been as restless as the Three Palaces wondering, with much ferocity, how was it that the prisoner from the deepest prison had been killed without alerting anyone?
Your anguish danced with your fury. As if both caused tight knots in your stomach that no amount of peace could uncurl. Not unless you were to end who was it that took Baji’s life away.
“I’m certain… I’m certain the gods had shown him mercy, Your Highness.” Your friend tried to console you with kind words. “He died believing what is right. Certainly, the gods—”
“My brother…” You grappled for strength not to release a sob, resulting in a phantom punch in your chest. “He died here, too, Nera. And now my friends. This place… this place is cursed. It always takes from me.”
The heinous memories poured down like an avalanche. It yanked at you with its sharp claws, almost pushing you into retching what little you had managed to consume throughout the day. These days were particularly hard. You couldn’t swallow a spoonful without being reminded of Baji’s condition before he breathed his last.
Blind. Gutted. Bruised. Afraid.
Perhaps you were heartless for thinking of Baji rather than Queen Ylan, who, according to Manjiro, had been brutally ended by the rebel. But this heartlessness had existed within you. This heartlessness was all you had known.
You were not born to be a saint. You were born, endured your brother’s death, walked right into war blindfolded, and continued to deceive the person you swore to love for eternity.
Love. You bit back a scoff. What exactly is love in war? Nothing but a stupid dream of refuge.
Nera took your hand in hers. A comforting gesture on a cold night. When the firelight touched her bare face, you recognized her hesitancy for something in the narrow of her brows and the tight line on her lips.
“Have you anything in mind?” Your chest tightened at the possibilities whirling in your head. A sick part of you, that gnawing part, begged that it wouldn’t be about Mitsuya.
“I was only ruminating, Your Majesty.” Her eyes met yours. “Your world is becoming smaller. And I fear that…” she faltered, gulping as she continued, “I fear that you will be found out soon if we do not take precautions.”
Your chest locked even more tightly. Nera was right. With each passing day, and with the royal declaration you had enforced against the Advari, your world and that of the rebellion were meant to collide if not prevented.
And yet you felt yourself withering away. How long were you to continue leaving like a fugitive in your own skin? Every time you flutter your eyes open, a gust of anxiety would envelop you in its chilling embrace.
There were eyes everywhere. You had been blinding them ever since the crown landed on your head. Taking actions that may divert their attention away from you. Months and months of accomplishing an exhausting feat had rendered you bone-tired.
“I have no idea what to do, Nera,” you admitted.
You had never heard yourself admit such words. Shame mounted, overwhelming you with its growing presence.
“I will help you,” said Nera, pacifying your dread with one of her tender smiles. “If you will let me, Your Majesty, I’ll bring the records to your manor at first light tomorrow. Since you have yet to decide how to deal with it, I figured it is best to take it somewhere far. With Her Majesty’s permission, that is.”
“Where in the manor will you keep it?” asked you, plaiting back your lucid thoughts. The good outcome her suggestion brought outweighed the worse ones. In the manor, no one would dare touch what belonged to you. “I know,” you had beaten Nera into answering. “We shall keep it in my chamber. It is but an empty quarter now. Mother and Father wouldn’t suspect a thing.”
“I will make sure it is done in the morrow—”
Your spine went rigid as a knock echoed from the door. Nera quickly picked up her feet to stand beside you, bowing her head low and keeping her mouth shut.
Sitting like how you would in the grace of your constituents, you tilted your head up and pushed your chest out.
Manjiro walked in, his sight pinching your heart. Looking at him hurt, for you knew what had happened in the dungeons. For you understood the night he believed himself spiraling down the same corruption his father had. Still, you gritted your teeth until your jaw ached, forcing a forced smile from your lips.
This day had not been kind to him, you supposed. He carried and maintained the poise of a ruler, but when Nera finally departed the chamber and you were left alone with him, Manjiro slumped to the floor, laying his head on your lap.
“Would you mind giving me some advice?” His voice was layered with exhaustion and a humorous undertone.
“Whatever advice does a ruler like you need from me?” You ached to touch him. Albeit having the need to shout and curse, you knew that him alone could soothe the hurt, could salve the pain. And for that, you had been torn asunder.
“Am I doing well as a king?” he asked. Raw emotions layered his voice. An unfiltered and vulnerable side that he’d allowed only for you to see. It was perplexing to think that his vulnerability could turn into cruelty.
You stroked his hair. “You are.”
Despite his knack for wickedness, you wouldn’t rob Manjiro of the recognition he deserved. Day and night he performs his duty with the sake of Elorus in his mind. Whatever he had done thus far to protect the country was justifiable.
It is a king’s wrath that a rebel shall receive in the eyes of the gods. For betraying your king is turning your back on Aenar.
A deo rex, a rege lex.
“If what you say is true, why is it that every time I believe to be one step ahead of the Advari, I am being propelled towards defeat?”
The firewood snapped and crackled as you pondered the rhetorical question. You threaded your fingers through his hair, feeling your heart sinking for him.
Sympathy filled your gut. Baji’s death had compelled Manjiro into thinking that he was an inept monarch. As queen, you should’ve understood more of his feelings and thoughts. If only it was easier. Baji remained a part of you. Even after severing your connection with the Advari, he was a friend. And he died in your arms.
“We were outsmarted.” You offered him the truth instead. Whoever finished Baji had familiarized themselves with every nook and cranny of the Three Palaces. Had gathered intel about the sentries guarding the dungeons. “But this is the last time it would happen.”
Manjiro lifted his face. “Do you mean that?”
You hardened your resolve, shutting all doors for reluctance. Being Queen was your path. Your and the Advari’s connection had already vanished into nothing but collected memories and a failed rebellion.
“I mean it with my heart.” You rubbed his cheeks with your thumb. “We will fight back. You and I, together like always.”
He sighed as the weight of defeat slowly abated. Manjiro took your hand and planted a kiss on your wrist. “Yes, we will. We will find the rebels. Find who killed Baji Keisuke. We will put an end to this madness. You and I.”
And to accomplish such triumph, you had to confirm the unabating suspicions sitting in your gut regarding Baji’s last words in the dungeons.
As the night finally left no more room for light, and as the snow persistently drizzled over Elorus, you sat on your shared bed while Manjiro snored softly beside you.
Ybarra. Idrarean.
You possessed not an iota of evidence to prove your speculations. Yet that had failed to eradicate your instincts. A woman had many weapons on her sleeve, and her intuition was one of them. If you would allow yourself to barge through and satisfy these intuitions, you would be hitting two birds with one stone.
No. You need not rush. Use your mind. Plan. Oppressing Baji’s murderer and Elorus’ traitor was your priority. You need not give in to your wicked thoughts of returning what he had done to Baji. Not right now, at least.
Heavy was the price for it all. You would be risking war. That was if you weren’t already in one.
Ybarra. He wouldn’t escape unscathed.
You canted your head on Manjiro’s sleeping form. He might be the King, but you were his Queen. The Queen of Elorus. Protecting the people from outside threats should be enough of a reason for you to grab your weapons and deal with enemies lurking around the corners. Because of Baji, you held with you a reasonable need to move. He had already given you a lead.
You gathered and donned your abandoned nightgown from the floor.
“There is no need to follow me. Stay here,” you ordered the sentries attempting to trail behind you. They merely looked at each other before returning to their position by the door.
Talk. The goal was to talk to him. Threaten him if need be. Talk, but why were you flooded with vexation the moment the breeze brought by the snow licked your skin? Talk, but why did you carry a dagger with you?
It was a descent into madness. Never had you been one to put your emotions over your thoughts. But if your intuition was right about Ybarra, sitting still and letting him go would be a mistake you refused to make.
Baji was your friend. Elorus was your country. Manjiro was your lover. You loved them dearly. If the worst were to happen, you would fight tooth and nail for the sake of those you cherished. And one way to fight was to ascertain that Izana, the Prince and heir of Idrarean, had no underhanded machinations hidden behind those nefarious, purple eyes.
The dimness that surrounded the pathway and stairs leading to Izana’s chamber had cradled the rancor fizzing inside you. The darkness had reached you with its talons, corrupting your sanity, defiling it with impure thoughts of blood. The crackle of winter thunderstorm above your head had only fanned your evil desire to see Izana’s blood, spilling out from his guts and onto the floors underneath your feet.
You were out of breath, gripping the dagger tightly, bracing yourself for the horror unfolding before you as your mind coiled around the thoughts of killing.
Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.
Make him pay. Make him pay. Make him pay.
For Manjiro. For Elorus. For Baji.
Consequences be damned.
You held the doorknob. Eyes filled with tears. Tears that were for Baji.
“I do not want to die.”
You inhaled sharply, preparing to charge in when sudden rumbling noises boomed and jolted every nerve awake, rattling each bone supporting your body.
You recoiled, retreating until your back hit the balustrade. The dagger’s shaft pressing against your stomach, hand covering your mouth. There were fat and warm tears drenching your cheeks.
What were you thinking? What were you thinking?
Clutching your chest until your nails dug in your flesh, you gritted your teeth in pain. You had to go back. Back to your rationality. Back to your chamber. You simply couldn’t end Izana here.
Emma. She would not understand. Izana was a brother to her. And you were the Queen, sister to Eros Aven. The man who had attempted to overthrow her father before.
With your heart pounding in your ear, you swallowed your fury. You had never felt so horrible as you did while walking back to your quarters, hoping that your decision of sparing Izana would not backfire to set everything aflame.
—
“I have come to the realization that I loathe this weather.” Emma’s blonde strands twisted around her fingers as she put them together in a messy plait. Despite the totter of her hands, she finished braiding her own hair without the assistance of her dearest maid-in-waiting, Helen.
Outside the Princess’s chamber, the snow had thickened and fell heavily on the ground. Snowflakes gathered to powder the earth in white, masking the evidence of today’s commotion in the Palaces. Hiding away the footsteps of everyone preparing for the Winter Solstice.
“Aren’t you fond of the Winter Solstice, Princess?” Helen peeked at Emma’s face in the mirror.
The color dusting Emma’s cheeks had deepened into crimson. “I love the feast. That is the only good thing about winter.”
The first Winter Solstice without her father or mother to celebrate it with. Emma willed the time to go by faster, for the cold had brought with it memories she’d rather forget. Memories of her parents dying.
Through it all, Emma had deluded herself into believing that she was alright. She had banked her grief in hopes that it would fortify her. Make her stronger and more fit to aid her brother.
Her brother had not shed a tear for their parents. Emma wondered why. Sometimes she felt the strong urge to ask if the King still mourned their parents in the same way she did.
What good would grief bring in the presence of a ruler? As much as it pained her to admit, the world would not stop spinning after the death of a loved one. Losing them would feel akin to that, yes, but for people like her and her brother, grief was fleeting. You could not dwell in it, lest you push the country into jeopardy. Like what her father did before being shot through the heart with an arrow.
“Ah, that reminds me, Princess, this would be your first Solstice with Prince Izana after such a long time, is it not?” Helen asked.
Emma’s throat swelled as she bobbed her head. “Yes. Hopefully. But he remains vexed towards me.”
Izana. Her brother whom she loved tenderly. He had spent numerous Winter Solstices with Emma in the past. Their slow dancing and the giggles they shared over plates full of delectable repast remained crystal clear on her mind.
“Has he not spoken with you at all? Even after all that has been happening? He used to be so protective of you.”
“He has not.” The ball of woe had now materialized into a tumor spreading fast to corrupt Emma. Izana kept ignoring her despite the attempts she made of bridging together the misunderstanding between them. It should’ve been an easy goal, especially with what happened to the rebel locked away in the dungeons.
She possessed only bits and pieces of what happened. Manjiro had left her in the shadows again. All she had heard from the maidservants was the death of someone named Baji Keisuke, an Advari. A rebel.
At times like this, Izana would do his best to keep Emma safe, away from a potential traitor ready to strike, without leaving her in the dark. Perhaps it had bothered her that both of her brothers seemed so far away. Nobody ever looked her way anymore.
“I should apologize to Izana personally,” she blurted with a determined tone. “I wouldn’t want to prolong this quarrel.” Emma finalized her braid by tying the edges with the bow given to him by the Prince. She, then, smoothed her nightgown. “Will you hand me my coat?“
“You mean to apologize tonight, Princess?” Helen raised curious brows, already ambling her way to grab Emma’s coat. “Shall I accompany you?”
Emma paused for a split second before nodding. Agreeing would put Helen at ease. After all, Emma hadn’t the most robust body in Elorus. It was best to have a companion to avoid agonizing those around her if her body decided to act up.
“Ah, it is cold.” Emma’s mouth puffed white smoke as she spoke. Certainly, it wasn’t as cold in the Second Palace as it was outside. The thick walls protected them from the biting chill. “Will we be alright in the Solstice?”
“Of course, we will, Princess,” Helen cheerily pronounced. “We will eat lots! Dance and drink until we are too inebriated to function. And perhaps… find ourselves in the company of a handsome young lord!”
Emma giggled and squeaked with her friend. Ever since Helen had been sent to her, her days had gone brighter. She was like a torch of flame thawing Emma’s loneliness away.
“I am ardently looking forward to that.” Perhaps it was time Emma find a lover, as well. Be drunk on kisses, giggle, and dream with the said person under a blanket of stars. Have someone look at her the same way the King looked at the Queen. As though she was a piece of the stars herself, always out of his reach and yet he strives to touch.
“Oh, we’re here. I’ll wait for you, Princess.” Helen gave Emma a gentle push with a smile on her face. “May you and the Prince finally reconcile.”
“I will be back before you notice, Helen,” she replied before turning and stepping inside Izana’s chamber.
Izana was nowhere to be seen. Which she found odd. If Izana wasn’t huddled in his bed reading at this hour, he would be playing his favorite instrument.
Emma considered calling her brother’s name but decided to look around first. This was Izana’s chamber when he lived in Elorus. It was spacious. There was a huge mattress meters away from the patio overlooking the Jade Sea. A long row of books divided the chamber into two sections: the sleeping and the tea area.
Emma decided to leave when she heard conversations being uttered in careful whispers. Her stomach coiled into something she could not name. Queen Ylan once told Emma that conversations whispered inside someone’s chamber were words one would die to hear.
She walked in further instead, pressing her back against the bookshelves in hopes to hear more clearly.
“We have to sail to Idrarean. Soon.” It was Kakucho. And he was frustrated.
“The situation is dire. They will surely suspect us,” Izana replied in a sibilant voice. “Manjiro is not as stupid as he looks.”
Acid flooded Emma’s tongue. She bit on the flesh and kept listening.
Kakucho hissed, “I told you. Killing Baji Keisuke was useless.”
Baji Keisuke? The rebel? Confusion muffled Emma’s ability to think. Or perhaps… she wanted to reject whatever her ears discerned.
“What would you have me do? Let him go and risk the whoreson betraying me to Manjiro?” Izana spat.
“Baji Keisuke had not caught a whiff of your identity,” Kakucho retorted.
“He saw me,” Izana replied as if reminding Kakucho. “Saw my face.”
“Whose fault is that? I reminded you not to reveal anything. You are Ybarra in Baji Keisuke’s knowledge. You shouldn’t have told him more than that.” Spite blew up Kakucho’s tone. Emma had never heard him lose his temper like this.
“Had I done otherwise, Baji Keisuke wouldn’t have told me about the Advari’s plans.”
Emma’s head fizzed. She couldn’t— wouldn’t— believe her ears. As much as she wanted to shape the reality into something far-fetched, into something different, her stomach knotted up inside her body. She wasn’t a political animal, and hold not an ounce of patience for matters in court, but she knew betrayal when she heard one.
Izana allied with the rebel, Baji Keisuke. In the end, he ended him when the rebel was captured.
Emma forced down a gulp. And here she was wondering why Izana hadn’t come to her rescue after the death of the rebel and rumors about a traitor lurking in the Palaces had filled the whole place. How could he protect her when he was the danger himself?
He had betrayed them. The King. Emma. His siblings.
And it felt as though dealing with death all over again.
“Izana.” She stood with her spine pinned straight, revealing herself from the shadows.
Emma wasn’t the bravest nor the strongest growing up. She couldn’t even aid the King properly. Whether her actions would provide anything to the King, she wanted to be the sister he could rely on this time.
“Emma.” Panic laced his voice. Teacups clattered on the small table when Izana bolted from his seat. Their eyes met. It was the first time she had seen him unfazed.
“Why?” was the only question she had managed to produce. Her eyes were hot with tears threatening to fall. Lips trembling. Chest being cleaved in two.
“What—” Izana clipped his own words and turned to Kakucho. “Leave us.”
“Izana—”
“Leave us,” Izana repeated with a solid resolution. “Now.”
Kakucho reluctantly took one last gander at Emma before disappearing from the door adjacent to Izana’s chamber.
Face to face and alone with the Prince, Emma turned her heart to stone. She hardened her eyes, clenched her jaw, and balled her hands into fists. Had squeezed the spare strength she could manage to solidify her knees.
Izana carded his ashen hair with his fingers. Hands on his hips, he stared at Emma through his lashes. “How far into it have you heard?”
“Enough to deduce that you have betrayed the King and Elorus,” she stumbled over her words, waiting for some twisted explanation, spreading a tiny space in her heart to listen.
“I am to be a ruler myself, Emma. It needs to be done,” said he.
The blatant honesty ruined Emma. With a sob stroking her throat, she peered at the stranger wearing her brother’s skin. “How bold. You do not even deny it.”
“Because I do not lie. Especially not to you—”
“Everything about you is a lie, Izana,” Emma slammed with a vicious timbre. When Izana once again attempted to reach for her, she raised a hand, disgust evident on her face. “Not one step closer, you sick traitor.”
A glint passed across Izana’s eyes. His earrings dangled as he pushed back, leaning his breaches on the tea table and pocketing his hands. “This is what will happen, Emma,” he talked smoothly as if he wasn’t fazed at all, “You will come with me to Idrarean. In my kingdom, you need not worry about anything else but yourself. Your illness will be treated and I will make you a royal.”
Emma’s nose flared. “Is that why you insist on bringing me with you? You are mad.”
“Mad, yes.” The Prince flicked his finger to the air. “But I care about you deeply. I could not stomach leaving you here while I take this place from Manjiro. It will be a bloodbath—”
She had never slapped anyone. Not until tonight. And never had she imagined Izana to be the one to receive her palm. “Do you hear yourself?!” She pushed him, slamming her fists repeatedly against his chest. “We are your siblings! Why are you doing this?! Why?! Is that why you came back? To usurp Manjiro’s throne?! Why, Izana?!”
“Unless you’ve held power, Emma, you will never understand.” He caught her by the shoulder. The tips of his fingers felt like stones, crushing in on her flesh and bones. “You have one job. Come with me and I will spare you.”
“Unhand me.” Her shoulders burned, and so were her eyes as she stared at Izana. He stared back, and the emptiness she beheld shadowing his face was frightening. “Unhand me. Now.”
Izana listened.
Emma swallowed, willing herself to go on despite the utter need to fold and mewl like a child. Betrayal buzzed up in her nerves. She wanted to scratch at her skin, and have some outlet to release her pain.
“This is what will happen, Izana,” Emma shot back, “I will walk out of that door and to the King’s chamber. He will know of your betrayal. And if you want to live, I’d suggest you pack your things and go back to your kingdom. Now.“
Izana leaned closer to intimidate. It worked, it always worked. Before him, Emma’s spine had gone brittle. “Emma, do not make me your enemy,” he whispered, stroking her cheek with the back of his finger.
“You are a monster,” she hurled back at him with pain spilling from her mouth, “From now on, you and I are strangers, Izana. If you do not leave this kingdom tonight, I will be the one to deliver you before the Reaper.” When she spun on her heels, Emma’s sob raced up. She covered her mouth. As much as she wanted to be truthful to the King, it was difficult to forsake Izana. Through and through, he was her family.
“Emma,” Izana echoed agonizingly, “Look at me. Please.”
She continued walking, refusing to look back. Until three steps away, when Izana grabbed her by the shoulder again. And when they finally faced each other, the hairs on her nape stood.
“You will not ruin this for me,” Izana whispered in her ear for the last time.
Emma grunted and gasped. There was a squelching noise. She felt something sharp below her ribs. Through her flesh. Slowly, she grabbed at Izana’s clothes, eyes drooping to witness his hand shoving a dagger to her side.
Her blood was on his hand. She held him. Painted in their eyes was the same look of horror. Izana didn’t know what he did. Emma didn’t know why he did it.
“I… Izana…” Her legs had gone numb. Her hearing started to give up. Blood dripped to her chin. Warm blood, thick blood. “Why…?”
Izana’s eyes were glossed with tears. His irises were smaller. His shoulders shook. “You will not ruin this for me. You will not ruin this for me. You will not ruin this for me!” he repeated like a chant, his orbs shaking as he tugged at his hair.
Emma slid down the floors. Each breath she took was labor. She could feel the world slipping between her fingers.
“I… I only… wanted to… apologize…” the Princess struggled to speak through the blood in her mouth. Her cheek met the cold floor, tears sliding down as she watched Izana bolting through the door where Kakucho disappeared.
The wind blew. The world continued to spin but for one that unfortunate, bloody night.
—
The Palace hummed with the sound of never-ending sin. In the shadows, filthy secrets reeked. Mistakes from the past slithered across the ground like monstrous veins. And you wondered how it remained unseen in the eyes of the gods. How everything had gone unpunished.
If the sky threatened to chastise those with corrupted hearts in Elorus, you would be one of the first to perish. Your heart wasn’t clean of misdeeds. A million times over you had dreamed of burning the Palaces to the ground, of ending the bloodline of the House of Sano, of avenging your brother through any means necessary. Regardless of whether innocent people are caught in the crossfire.
But the tragic scene unfolding beneath the low-hanging moon had you convinced otherwise.
From the havering knock of the sentries on the oak door, you knew that whatever lay to the other side was not beautiful. And yet your mind hadn’t considered how ugly it would be.
Helen knelt on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably and mumbling her apologies. Her hands, clothes, and skin were all stained with blood. Blood was from the wound below Emma’s rib.
“Emma.” Manjiro cribbed his sister in his arms. “Emma. I am here. Stay with me. Stay with me.” Every word was filled with determination. Almost authoritative. As if he had command over death.
Watching the King face the impending death of a loved one, you had been left unable to move. In his expression, a monster was birthed once again. His jaw was set, a clear indication of the tears he was holding inside. He was fighting the urge to cry. From shouting. From ruining the whole place.
“B… brother?” The twinkle in Emma’s eyes was only courtesy of the tears she shed. Life sputtered dimly in her irises. Not even the fire could paint her face alive.
“Who did this to you? Who?” the King asked through gritted teeth, each word an agonizing effort against insanity. “Stay with me, Emma. Please, love, stay with me.”
“It was Prince Izana!” Helen cried out. “It was him!”
You felt your stomach doubling over.
She knew the price of accusing a royal given her position in the Palace, and yet she bravely and fiercely uttered the Prince’s name.
Manjiro pretended not to hear. There was only his sister in his eyes. He had not been moved by Helen’s accusations. It was as though he was in a huge bubble where nothing else mattered.
“Where… where is Izana?” you managed to ask, fighting the nausea rippling across your vision. “Where is he now?”
Helen’s whole face was soaked with tears, sweat, and blood. She wagged her head, sobbing at Emma’s unmoving body. “He… he was gone when I found the Princess! He was gone!”
“Emma!” Manjiro yelled frantically when the Princess wheezed. “Emma! Don’t close your eyes! Please, Emma!” He tapped her cheeks multiple times, forcing her eyes open.
Emma reached for his cheek, smearing it with streaks of blood. “Izana… killed… Baji…”
Your heart thundered.
“No.” Manjiro shook his head. “This is an illusion. Izana will never do that.”
“Yes, he would!” You knelt beside Emma. It might seem unsympathetic, but you needed her words. You needed to hear whatever transpired between them.
“He… allied… with the rebellion…” She heaved painfully, her wounds kept gushing forth thick blood.
“Where are the physicians?!” you bellowed at the same time physicians burst through the door with Ran.
Manjiro carried Emma to the bed. And you watched as they all tended to the wounded Princess. Pressing a hand to your forehead, you tried to calm down. But Helen’s accusations rang in your ear with a sharp noise.
You whispered an apology and a promise of return before dashing outside.
“Bring me a bow and the fastest mount,” you commanded the nearest sentry in the hallway. There were a dozen of them aligned outside now. The news slowly crawled to wake up the Palaces. In your hurry, you hadn’t felt when you bumped shoulders with Rindou. He took your wrist and spun you around.
“Your Majesty.” He bowed grimly. And the assassin with him, too.
“You.” You wrapped your hand around the assassin’s wrist. The one who’s always with Haruchiyo. “Come with me.”
“Where are you going?!” Rindou yelled behind you. “Your Majesty!”
You ran and ignored him completely. The assassin chased behind you swiftly and soundlessly. Akin to a cat sprinting with the wind on its back.
“Your Majesty.” It was unnerving just how similar the tone of her voice was to that of Haruchiyo’s. As if they had gone through nightmares and were left half-alive by the experience. “Where are we headed?”
“To the docks. We are hunting down the Prince of Idrarean.”
The assassin didn’t raise any further questions. She was pliant— the dangerous kind. There was an edge of a misdemeanor in the discipline embedded in her every move. When she mounted her horse, she merely looked at you and nodded.
Into the snow, you thrust yourself with the black stallion carrying your weight. You shoved away the wriggling misjudgment of mindlessly careering through the thick snowfall. You could barely see through the curtain of snow falling everywhere. The clack of hooves had been silenced with the cobblestone streets covered in white.
“Your Majesty,” the assassin called, her expression hadn’t moved a bit even under the mercy of the cold. “Are we certain he is in the docks?”
Escaping would be the first thing you’d accomplish if you were Izana. You’d like to believe that you had him scrutinized to deduce such. He would be running to his ship after the evil he’d committed.
You tightly held at the reins. “I am certain.”
The cold was enough to freeze you while riding the stallion. You couldn’t feel your face and your teeth clattered. Your lashes had been tipped with minuscule snowflakes. They stabbed at your cheeks and lips, leaving you feeling benumbed to the bone.
A small sacrifice. This is but a small sacrifice.
You had to wrap yourself around faith. Even if you had to borrow a sliver from the unperturbed assassin with you, you had to believe that Izana hadn’t yet reached the docks.
As you careened faster, you rewound Emma’s revelation.
Izana. He had allied with Baji. So, what were the odds? What were the odds that all the deaths thus far had something to do with him?
That night in the Vencasto’s manor, Izana had been left in the Palace. Together with Emma and the Queen. It was the night Baji attacked and eradicated Queen Ylan.
What if he refused to attend the revel so he could aid Baji? And so Baji wouldn’t touch Emma, as well. That would also explain why Baji had found Queen Ylan’s chamber.
It made complete sense. All this time, the traitor was Izana. But, why? Why would he go through this length? Questions upon questions percolated your mind.
“I see one stallion ahead of us, Your Majesty!” the assassin shouted over the intensity of the snowstorm.
Her shout brought you back to yourself. Peering ahead, you spotted the shadow of a stallion with one rider.
“It is Kakucho,” she added, still yelling.
Your throat clogged as you slowly released the reins, pushing your hips together as leverage to keep you upright. You had never shot someone while riding a horse before.
Courage. It is all you need.
Shuffling for the bow and arrow, your heart kept pounding, leaving you a shaking mess. No. You only had to shoot Kakucho. Or his stallion.
You bounced and almost slipped from the stallion, swallowing your heart in the surprise brought by it.
“Your Majesty, I’m right beside you,” the assassin reminded when she saw you struggling to nock the arrow.
That gave you enough comfort to steady your hands and close one eye. You and the bow had been friends for years. You had to believe in it and yourself.
Sucking down stuffed air, you exhaled through your mouth.
Aenar, let this arrow fly to its target.
It wheezed past, up into the air, finding its mark on Kakucho’s left shoulder blade. From the distance separating you, you heard his agonized roar.
Your heart soared. You did it.
“Your Majesty! Watch out!” the assassin bellowed when Kakucho’s stallion whinnied and turned.
The beast turned and revealed Izana also nocking an arrow straight at you.
He was in front of Kakucho?
There was no time to react. No time at all to dodge when his arrow found its mark. The stallion’s eye. Your stallion’s eye.
How?
“Your Majesty!”
You reached for the reins but the rope slipped away from your grasp. Heart dropping, you whispered a silent prayer, knowing full well the pain that awaited you.
Given that Elorus’ streets were an up and down hill, you had been tossed like a sack of grain when the stallion whinnied and reared.
Down to the cobblestone streets you fell with a loud thud, your spine burning from the impact. You had barely any time to scream, react, or pick yourself up when you rolled down like a marble. Down and down, until you were filled with bruises and gashes. Down and down, until your forehead collided with something solid. Down and down, until blood obscured your vision. And until your vision completely darkened into oblivion.
—
Days and days of sleeping near fires, the sentries’ teeth clattering as they huddled close to each other had nearly driven Haruchiyo to madness. Even skilled warriors remained vulnerable to the cold. If they were to remain outside without the thick walls of the Palaces to protect them, they would surely freeze to death.
“Sir, we found something near the village,” one of the sentries riding with Haruchiyo declared. “We think it might lead us to the Advari.”
A lead. Something they all had been yearning for days since leaving the Capital and braving the cold in Caelfall. Haruchiyo’s patience had grown utterly thin. And it wasn’t even thick in the first place.
To pull the rebellion out of its root, Haruchiyo needed to acknowledge their knack for hiding. The Advari was like a venomous snake slithering off to its hideaway. Every time Haruchiyo starts to believe they were only one step away from him, he’d always be left with the skin they had already shredded. With traces that lead nowhere.
“Take me there,” he said as he curbed his stallion in the direction of the sentry.
The sentry presented him with a patch of land covered in snow. What remains of Haruchiyo’s patience had been put to the test immediately. He should’ve brought that woman instead of these fools who eats away at his sanity day by day.
“What is there to look at?” He lifted a brow, not bothering to hop off his stallion.
The sentry, a young boy, fluttered his eyelids sheepishly at the assassin. “It was a well, Sir.”
“Certainly, the nearest village operated this well before winter glaciated the water.” Haruchiyo pulled the reins of his mount. “Return to your sleuthing and stave off your mindless chitchatting.”
“Sir, haven’t you heard of the tales?” asked the sentry. “About the gold laying underneath Caelfall’s soil?”
Gold in Caelfall. It had struck a memory. And yet Haruchiyo couldn’t stab its source. He decided to indulge the young soldier. “Tell me.”
Face morphing into enthusiasm, the young sentry cleared his throat. “My grandmother once told me that not only bones lay hidden in Caelfall. There is gold, as well. When she was young, people would burrow hundreds of well around the forest to search for gold. It was stopped by King Einar, as it brought danger to the folks. Some people drowned in the well they created while searching for treasure.”
Haruchiyo’s eyes hardened.
Gold. Caelfall. Well.
“Interesting…” he mumbled more to himself than to the zealous sentry.
Everything clicked in place. Haruchiyo remembered how the Queen discussed a certain well behind Caelfall, where children searched for gold dust.
How interesting to mull over the fact that this well was miles and miles away from the House of Aven. How did a lady of your status come to find this well? What business did you have to take care of behind Caelfall?
His growing suspicion was only fanned by the questions stacking up and up.
Suspicion that Haruchiyo kept for months after his and Ran’s conversation. He couldn’t simply accuse you of being in the rebellion by the scant details he had weaved together. Although they seemed plausible, it would be certain work to convince the King.
But if he was right, that you were indeed a snake, Haruchiyo knew that he need not an order to end you. For the King, he’d do anything. It was all he had ever known: to serve.
“Sir!”
He snapped his attention to the soldier drawing closer. Similar to the animated sentry he was with, this one held huge eyes blown by excitement. Mixed in with a dash of trepidation.
“Speak,” Haruchiyo encouraged.
“We found something over there.” His shaking finger pointed at the pathway teeming with trees.
Beset by low-hanging trees and boughs healthy of fronds, Caelfall appeared unperturbed by the harsh winter. The surrounding trees remained healthy with leaves. It made a good hiding place.
Haruchiyo clenched his jaw. A part of him wished that ending Baji Keisuke and his friends was the end of the rebellion pestering the King. But his years of experience dealing with the King’s enemies, even before when he was the Prince, told him otherwise.
“Here, Sir,” the sentry pointed at the marks on the earth.
Footmarks.
Haruchiyo hopped out of his mount, landing soundlessly right beside the mark. The footmark extended only an inch longer than half the length of his foot. It most likely belonged to a woman, he had deduced. And it trailed the path before him, hidden behind huge trees and from human eyes.
He carefully followed the marks, unsheathing his sword and wrapping his palms around the hilt. “Be on your guard,” he whispered to the group of soldiers following his lead.
Anticipation hatched in the assassin’s chest as he proceeded to follow the clues laid before him. And when it ended, with no more marks to follow nor scrutinize, Haruchiyo raised his finger for the company behind him to halt.
A cave. It was well-hidden. And if someone did so much as to sweep their eyes across the land, they wouldn’t be able to its difference from a hill.
“Survey the area for any egress,” Haruchiyo commanded. If there’s an entrance, there would always be a way out. “And if you find one, set it on fire.”
Two sentries saluted and disappeared to accomplish the task.
Haruchiyo pushed closer to the entrance. There was a torch placed on the niche in the mouth of the cave. Once he stepped further inside, swords being drawn out hissed out metallic strains.
Bloodlust was like a wildfire, spreading fast in its unsustainable flames. That bloodlust filled Haruchiyo’s veins when he heard muffled voices deeper into the cave.
His eyes turned into slits. Senses up and alert.
“Nobody move,” he cautioned. “We wait.”
Albeit being eaten by the oppressive space, the conversation slowly grew louder, setting Haruchiyo’s pulse on fire.
Oh, the element of surprise. He loved how he could utilize it any time he wanted. Never had he been betrayed by it. Not before, not now.
“Greetings!” Haruchiyo chirped as the figure approached, revealing a man and a woman holding hands.
The man before him quickly positioned himself in defense, caging the woman hiding behind him. But Haruchiyo had already seen her face.
Being an assassin had ushered Haruchiyo’s life into the most horrid situations one wouldn’t wish to go through. The shadows embraced with it crimes and sins a normal person would die first before facing. He knew the shadow very well. Haruchiyo was rammed into it with nothing but a dull knife when he was eight. Nothing could ever surprise him anymore, but indeed, the view before him came close.
“Now, Nera, was it?” His lips knifed up. “You are miles away from home, aren’t you?”
Haruchiyo’s blood pumped in excitement when five more men emerged from the shadows.
“Mitsuya, go,” one of the men declared, “Run. We will handle this.”
“If you can,” Haruchiyo chirped once more. “Of course, no one’s belittling your abilities. After all, you are an Advari, yes?” It was a gamble. Haruchiyo’s instinct was the only thing he had wagered the conclusion to.
“No,” the one named Mitsuya refuted. “We are commoners. Miners.”
“Miners,” Haruchiyo repeated, his lips shaping downwards as he shrugged. “Well, I am an assassin and these men with me are part of the Kingsguard. We have been dispatched by Her Majesty to hunt down a rebellion.”
“W… what?” The voice was from Nera.
“We have direct orders from Her Majesty to eradicate the rebellion. Have you encountered any suspicious activity around here as of late?” Haruchiyo proceeded, still playing the clueless theatrics.
“No, we haven’t.”
“A shame.” Haruchiyo bowed lightly. “Apologies for delaying your work. Have a pleasant day ahead.”
Haruchiyo spun around and began walking away, letting relief sit on the atmosphere before planting his hand on one of the sentries’ shoulders.
He gripped, hard, leaning closer to the soldier’s ear. “Kill everyone but the girl. I need her alive.”
Haruchiyo mounted his stallion, ignoring Nera’s pitched scream when the massacre began.
Because for His Majesty, everything and everyone else were nothing but a buzzing noise.
—
Covered in moss, two small cairns sat atop the hill overlooking the waterfall from below. Time had corroded the stones that had been stacked up as a memorial to remember Eros and Simon.
Draken gently dropped flowers before the stones. He listened to the streaming waterfall, the birds chirping their gratitude for the sunlight that had been absent for the past few days, and the whisper of the crisp wind hedging him in.
In pure concentration, he placed his palms together and whispered his prayers. Draken had always believed that regardless of the circumstances of Eros’ and Simon’s deaths, Aenar had bestowed them mercy and welcomed their souls in Valar. Where they now rest in peace. Away from suffering.
“It’s been a while, Eros, Simon.” He bumped his fist against the stone as if it were the hands of his friends. “Worry not, I am not here to complain nor cry.”
This place was Draken’s sanctuary. It never failed to give him the kind of solitude he longed for when the world becomes heavier to carry. Here, he had spoken all his woes and joys. Despite the former overwhelming the latter.
“Eros, your sister is the Queen of Elorus,” he began his tale, “She will be a great Queen. Many songs will be written about her. I know it in my heart.” Draken tilted his head up to the cloudless skies. “I apologize for thrusting her into such a life. All her suffering is a fault of mine. But believe me when I say… that I loved her more than life itself. I still do and will continue to do so.”
Recalling the scene he had witnessed in Myrefall, Draken’s mouth had been filled with a mirthless chuckle.
“Ah, this confession is not the reason I dropped by,” he proceeded. “I am here to tell you that today, the Advari will be dissolved.”
He had repeated the thoughts over and over in his head. The decision was all he could think about as the cold grew bitter each day. Perhaps it was time that those in the Advari live a life they deserved. A life filled with happiness, together with their loved ones without the fear of being hunted down like fugitives.
“She is the Queen. And thus, Elorus is in good hands,” Draken added, his voice lowering into that of a soft tone. “There will be no point of resistance. I know she will not betray the people.”
He didn’t know about Baji and the rest. However, they were the target of Draken’s last task as an Advari. He would convince Baji. It would be arduous work, but Draken obliterated any thoughts of giving up. Baji deserved a peaceful life. Together with Chifuyu and Kazutora.
“And I would never want to torment her with the Advari’s existence. It is best that we are gone for her own sake. We are her dark past. Only in her past do we belong.”
Years ago, Draken had looked at the Advari with stars in his eyes. Cleaving into the hopes it gave him, to the memories it had created. Losing control over it surely felt like a world-ending feeling.
The rebellion had taken over his life ever since Eros and Simon took him under their wings. Fighting injustices and plotting for King Einar’s downfall defined him. But King Einar was dead, and Elorus was trudging towards a brighter future.
Now, Draken had a choice. To reshape his life. To make it better. And he would give the same chance for what remained of the Advari with his decision to finally disband the resistance.
Mitsuya could finally pursue his dreams of being a tailor. The others could go home to their loved ones, hug their lovers, and kiss their children good night. Draken could finally travel the continent, live in a faraway land, visit the Isle of Leto and see what enthralled Eros about the island.
“I know this is the decision you’d like me to make, Eros,” he whispered to the wind.
Eros had fought for what he deemed right. The right path he pursued had been imbued to his sister’s head. She sat on the throne with the beliefs of her brother. Perhaps that was enough. Enough of compensation for the lives that had been lost. At least, for him. For his mother and father, too.
“I am alive because of you. I have lived by your principles. And the memories we made together, the three of us, are eternally kept in my heart.” Draken took a slow intake of breath, letting the scent of the flowers fill his nose. “This is not goodbye, Eros, Simon. Wherever I go, I will carry both of you with me. Forever.”
Draken’s heart was full of hope when he stood up, glancing at the stones for the last time before trekking the way back to the Advari’s cave.
It was a long walk. The pathway was covered in snow. Draken had spotted a deer on his way back. With a smile, he reminded himself to tell Mitsuya about it. Perhaps they could share a delicious stew before parting ways.
Mitsuya had a penchant for meals cooked in cold weather. Baji— he loved the spice. He also had a sweet tooth. A characteristic that he and Kazutora shared. Chifuyu would eat anything under the sun, but those soggy strings of dough with the soup were his favorite.
If he could find them soon, he would certainly cook their favorite meals. Although he wasn’t confident with Baji’s sweets. You were the only one who could do a perfect job with sugar.
A silly grin shaped Draken’s lips. In the middle of Caelfall, and under the unforgiving cold, the scenarios in his head had kept him warm.
That warmth had slowly ebbed into the numbing cold when thick smoke coming from the Advari’s cave had filled his sight.
Draken’s footsteps halted.
Smoke. Never would it smoke in the cave. It was a hideaway.
Panic growled in Draken’s belly. He swallowed the log stuck in his throat. Propelled by dread alone, he flew to the scene, mindless of the branches obscuring his way or the stones that almost tripped him.
He flew to the scene, hoping that it was not too late.
But the massacre laid before him shattered all his hopes.
The ground beneath his feet tilted until he had melted down. His head spun with his stomach. His heart was non-existent. And his pulse was boiling.
Knees slapping on the ground, his bones thudded painfully. But the physical pain was lost in the one that has seized his heart.
“M… Mitsuya…” Draken gulped down the sob as he crawled on his hands and knees toward his friend. His brother. “Mitsuya!”
Mitsuya was drenched in his own blood. His eyes were still open. As if he was looking at something— at someone. His hand extended, reaching out helplessly.
“Mitsuya!” A broken sob. “Mitsuya!”
Draken’s hands shook as he took Mitsuya in his embrace, feeling the warmth in the latter’s body be replaced by the cold as deadly as the one surrounding them. “N… no! No! No!” Draken cried hysterically, choking on his own sob, drowning in his own tears. “Mitsuya! Mitsuya!”
Mitsuya was dead. Mitsuya had been butchered. Everyone had been killed. By whom, the answer was written on Mitsuya’s arm, using the sharp tip of a dagger.
In glaring red, the blood conveyed the message: A deo rex, a rege lex.
Draken gasped for air before an apoplectic cry echoed from him.
—
Once the king falls, the kingdom follows.
The tenet was instilled in Shinichiro’s head all those years ago. When he died, it had been consigned to Manjiro like spikes of the crown dinning into his skull.
And perhaps, it was the only thing keeping him upright before Emma’s lifeless body.
There was silence inside him. A silence that was similar to unperturbed water. Leveled and unmoving. He had to compose himself. Remain calm. Never shed a tear. Let everyone think that the death of his sister did not weaken him, at all.
His knuckles were white as his hands gripped the edges of the marbled surface where Emma had been placed. He desired nothing but to burn the lilies surrounding his sister. Burn who took her life away. Burn him and his kingdom to the ground.
“Izana…” His teeth clamped together in fury. Up to this point, he refused to believe that Izana would commit such an atrocious crime not only him. But to Emma, out of all people, as well.
If the Queen wasn’t unconscious in their chamber, with multiple cuts from an injury inflicted by Izana, and without the assassin avouching the Prince’s escape, he would have declared everything as false.
Izana wouldn’t let a fly land on Emma’s skin. Since they were mere children running around the Palaces’ courtyard, he had been the one to protect the Princess. That affection sometimes foisted insecurity into Manjiro’s heart. Once, he had believed that Izana’s love for Emma had surpassed that of Shinichiro and Manjiro’s.
What would push him to end Emma’s life?
“Sire, forgive me for intruding.” Ran’s robe rustled behind him. “His Majesty’s bidding is done. Kakucho’s head, as we speak, is on its way to Idrarean.”
“Good,” was his only response.
“Your Majesty, I know it is not within my expertise to catechize your decision. However, this act is a declaration of war,” Ran reminded, his hesitation burning Manjiro’s back.
“I know,” Manjiro coldly retorted. “I know the consequences of war, Ran. Killing my sister is an act of war in itself. And I will destroy Idrarean for it.”
“What about the Queen, sire? She vehemently opposes any decision that might lead to violence. I fear that this will cause a riff once she wakes up—”
“Not even she can influence this decision.” Manjiro had to feed the growing wrath. Satiate it for the sake of his sanity. His whole family was dead. Whatever war he needed to raise would be done. “If you have nothing more to say, leave me to mourn alone.”
“Haruchiyo is here, Your Majesty,” Ran quickly added.
“Sire, I have returned,” echoed the man. “My deepest regret for the Princess’s demise. If I had been here, I would’ve assured that this would not befall Princess Emma.”
Manjiro’s eyes peered. “You know what I need more than your condolences, Haruchiyo.”
He yearned to hear the demise of his enemies. The end of the Advari. And after that, the destruction of Idrarean Empire.
Haruchiyo cleared his throat. “If you would allow me, Your Majesty, I have found something— someone— in Caelfall.”
The King spun and stared at the kneeling assassin blankly. “Where is this someone you speak of?”
The assassin tilted his head up, lurking in his emerald eyes was the undying devotion and loyalty to the King. He stood up, nodded in reveration, and led the King outside the temple where Emma had been placed temporarily before delivering her body to the Temple of Valar.
Instead of descending the dungeons, Manjiro found himself in a single room on the outskirts of the Palaces. It was the most southern part of the Third Palace. Away from the hubbub of the Capital. An abode befitting an assassin like Haruchiyo.
To the King’s surprise, the little house was well-kept. The garden was tended to. Vegetables and flowers bloomed outside. Even inside, the furniture was placed neatly close to the fireplace.
“I do not possess the time for your foolishness, Haruchiyo,” Manjiro snapped coldly. He had a funeral to arrange and an unconscious wife to take care of.
“Forgive me, Your Majesty,” the assassin whispered before pushing a cupboard by himself, revealing a trapdoor hidden underneath. He extended his hand as a signal for the King.
Manjiro hesitated only for a drop of time before descending the stairs.
There was a hanging lamp above his head, casting light on a variety of weapons attached to the wall. If he hadn’t known any better, he would’ve winced at the sight.
This was a torture room. Manjiro wasn’t directly in favor of Haruchiyo’s ways and means, and yet he was neither opposed to it. He liked to believe that the assassin had years and years of experience to know the deeds he commits.
But the image before Manjiro had him second-guessing.
“What is she doing here?” he gnashed with a glower. “Release her this instant, Haruchiyo. You’d be well to know that these tricks do not amuse me one bit.”
Sitting on a lone chair, Nera was gagged and bound. She looked as though she had gone through a calamity.
“Sire, I’m afraid that cannot be done,” Haruchiyo replied. At that instant, Manjiro was aware that there was no moving the assassin. “I have found the Queen’s maidservant with suspicious men in Caelfall.”
Nera stirred. Manjiro watched her as she craned her neck slowly, blinking at the newfound light her eyes had been welcomed to.
“Caelfall?” His tone conveyed more questions. Questions that he need not utter. Questions which meant to ask what reason does Nera have to be in Caelfall? “And these men… what fate did they face under your mercy?”
“They are all gone, Your Majesty—”
Muffled sobs resounded from Nera. She glared at the assassin while giving her hardest to unbound her hands. Tears soaked the loincloth covering her mouth. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She looked utterly devastated.
“What have you done?” Manjiro hissed, tugging Haruchiyo by the arm. “Release her now!”
Haruchiyo boldly contrasted the King’s command. He pressed his lips in a tight line before sauntering to the small table in the room. There, another set of weapons was scattered on the surface.
“We have scoured the cave, sire. In our sleuthing, we found these weapons and a map of the Palaces.” Haruchiyo took a parchment and displayed it before the King. It was indeed the interior map of the Palaces. His blood had gone completely cold. “If they were innocent men, what would explain this map? I understand your hesitation, Your Majesty, I truly do. However, I have reckoned it is best to end them in their vulnerable state.”
Manjiro saved himself from the frenzied situation by taking a step back and washing a hand over his face. He stared at Nera, trying to decipher her connection to all this.
“Take the gag off. And make haste,” the King pinned.
Once her gag fell to her chin, Nera had screamed deliriously at Haruchiyo. She was enraged. Manjiro was looking at a different person. Gone was the timid lady standing beside the Queen at all times. All he could see was a woman filled with suffering and hatred.
What incited such recoil from Nera?
“You are a monster! Burn in Hell! Burn in Hell!” she screamed, her voice raw and pitched. “You butchered them all! Monster!”
Haruchiyo stood unflinching. He was nonchalant at Nera’s frantic screaming. “It will serve you well to speak the truth now.”
“Hah,” Nera gasped dubiously, her cheeks stained with soot and tears. “Truth.”
“What were you doing in Caelfall, Nera?” Manjiro stepped between the two and faced the woman. Unbridled melancholy wrapped her eyes, despite the rage on her face. “Answer me. So I can help you.”
Nera recoiled in her seat. Her lips trembled, eyes downcast. The pain that she was going through— it was physical. “No. I know nothing. I know nothing!”
Haruchiyo unsheathed his sword. Nera sobbed at its sound. Manjiro raised a finger to stop the assassin.
“That answer tells me you know something, Nera.” Manjiro peeked at her face. “And you will tell me everything. That is a command.”
“No, no, no!” Nera shrieked. “No!”
The King’s temple twitched. He hadn’t procured enough patience for this play. His feet edged closer to the woman before Manjiro leaned, holding the chair by its top rail, trapping Nera with his presence.
“Nera, I believe you are aware of the punishment of lying to the King, aren’t you? Now, you will listen to me very closely: confess everything you know. If you decide otherwise, I will send you straight to the Reaper. Am I understood?” Manjiro whispered each word with enough warning.
Nera’s eyes flicked, her irises dilating. “Please, Your Majesty. Please. Spare me! Spare me!”
Manjiro inclined his head. “I will. Only if cooperation will exist between us. To remind you, Nera, I am not a patient man. Decide fast.”
“I am with a child, Your Majesty. I am with a child,” she sobbed, fresh tears rolling to drench her cheeks that hadn’t even dried yet.
The King stilled. Nera’s words were an echo. Growing louder, growing stronger. “What?”
“Spare us. I beseech you. Spare me and my child.” Nera trembled, the intensity of her cries overcoming her ability to speak clearly.
“Talk and you will be spared. Let your confession be the judge of your and your child’s fate.”
Nera gasped for air, as though bracing herself. Little did Manjiro know, it was him who needed to hold tight to the waves that would wash away everything he had ever believed in.
The second Nera’s mouth opened, his knees had gone weak. Manjiro felt his lungs tightening, his throat breaking in two.
Draken. Mitsuya. Baji. Kazutora. Chifuyu.
Eros. Simon. And… you.
Those were the names Nera had breathed life to. The ones who inspired the rebellion. The ones who filled it.
“And the Queen was part of the Advari. It was the rebellion formed to end your bloodline: the House of Sano.”
His vision had gone completely blurry. Manjiro grabbed Nera’s shoulders, shaking her with ferocity. “Liar!”
Nera cried once more while shaking her head. “What would lying serve me in this situation?!” she mewled at the King’s face. “I had just betrayed my friend! My Queen! Of all people, why would I do this to someone I cherished if I was lying?!”
“Ah, no…” Manjiro stepped back and shook his head, a bitter laugh leaking out of his mouth. “You’re lying to me, Nera!” He could barely stand. Could barely breathe. Could barely think.
“What proof do you have, woman?” Haruchiyo was the one who asked. “You are speaking of treason. And death will only suffice as punishment.”
“Proof? Mighty Aenar,” she exhaled. “The passageway. The tunnel. King Einar’s death. It was found by me and the Queen when she was still Lady Aven.”
“That doesn’t explain anything!” Manjiro screamed, his denial bouncing off the walls.
“It does, Your Majesty,” Haruchiyo answered solemnly. “If this parchment shows the map of the Palaces, it only means that the Advari received help from the inside.”
“I can kill the both of you right now,” Manjiro hissed with a low, morose chuckle. “I can kill you and not blink for thinking like this about the Queen— my Queen.“ His onyx eyes moved from Haruchiyo to Nera. “Do you want me to kill you both?”
“Sire—”
Nera yelped a prayer when Manjiro grabbed a dagger from the wall and pushed Haruchiyo back. The dagger’s shaft kissed his cheek.
“Speak. Let us hear it,” Manjiro gritted. “Speak!” He pointed the sharp tip at Nera.
She closed her eyes shut and screamed in fear. “The Aven’s manor! That is where the proof is!” she gasped each word out. “The records you have been searching for, Your Majesty, I have hidden them there!”
“And why do you have it?” Manjiro whispered, sotto voce. “Why do you have it?”
“We… Lady Vencasto gave it to Lady Aven! She handed it to the Queen after she was convinced that Her Majesty will give it to you!” Nera wept. Each word was a cut through her skin. “Please, Your Majesty!”
Manjiro’s sight had cambered. His world was spinning at a pace he couldn’t chase. The dagger clattered on the floor as it slipped from his weakened fingers. He reverted only for Haruchiyo to catch his arm before he could land on the floor.
“Breathe,” he reminded himself as he gasped for air.
“Your Majesty, what about the Queen?” Haruchiyo carefully uttered. “Just say the word and I will—”
Manjiro grabbed the assassin’s collar and pinned him down with a glare. “Touch her and I’ll kill you myself. She is mine to destroy.”
He climbed the stairs back up. Jaw pulled tight, his chest as hard as a brick. He felt warm from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes. Warm despite the frigid snow.
“A king must not lose his temper. A king must invariably maintain his composure. A king must not shed a tear,” Manjiro repeated the words again and again. Again and again and again until he had reached his private study.
“A king must not lose his temper—” He breathed in, struggling to focus his attention on the wine bottle and goblet sitting on the round table to his left. “A king must invariably maintain his composure.” Breathe through the nose and out through the mouth. He snatched the bottle by its neck, trembling hands pouring the wine into the goblet. “A king must not shed a tear—”
The words died.
The bottle crashed and shattered.
Manjiro fell on his knees as one, wrathful cry racked his body. The tears poured like rivulets as he pounded on the floor with his fist.
The cries weren’t from him. Not at all. It was from a boy. A boy who had to bury the body of his brother. Who witnessed an arrow as it went through his father’s heart. Who held the bloodied and broken figure of his mother. And the boy who cradled his sister until life sputtered out in her eyes.
It was from a boy who carried a crown heavier than himself. The boy who had grown up with grief as his companion.
Manjiro’s knuckles bled as he punched every solid surface he could find. His nails had been chipped as he pushed down every standing bookshelf. Shattering everything in his sight. Breaking every brittle thing his eyes had landed on.
His strength had left him. Now, he collapsed on the floor. Chaos fenced him in with shattered glass, ruined books, and broken chairs. He did not care. He wanted to remain here for the rest of his days. Watch everything disappear. Be at peace.
“Your Majesty, this is Ran.” The voice was from the door. “I have news from the sentries guarding outside.”
“I will not hear it.” I will not hear it anymore.
“I’m afraid this news is of great import, sire. A man currently stands at the gates. He is named Draken, and he claims to be the one leading the Advari. He is here to surrender himself.”
pairing: bonten!mikey x fem!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)
synopsis: leading an empire of violence, manjiro sano thought that he’d seen it all. but when a graduate research student begins working as a hostess at one of his clubs in the tokyo red light district, his worldview starts to gradually shift. there’s one, cardinal issue though— he can’t let you know that he’s the head of japan’s most dangerous crime syndicate.
word count: 5.0k
warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI. no explicit smut in this chapter but sexual themes are present. mentions of sex work, alcohol consumption, and murder (to an extent). explicit language. switching POVs will be indicated by three red dots (…) whereas a scene change is signified by three white dots (…)
notes: after a month of letting this fic collect dust in my google docs, i finally finished the first chapter! thank you to all my moots who let me scream about the plot for this work <3 let me know if you recognize some of their cameos ;) i hope you enjoy and reblogs + feedback are super appreciated!!!
“How… boring.”
Mikey yawns as his fingers shuffle through the files on his desk, briskly skimming through monthly reports delivered to him by his executives.
Hostess club in Kabukicho experiencing a period of rapid growth. Ten percent increase in profits this past month.
Tokyo Revengers fairly closely follows real life hair chemistry (colours) and physics (hair styles). Eyes are another matter, there’s a lot more artistic liberty taken there. Izana has purple eyes and doesn’t have pupils, some characters have slit pupils like a cat, Kazutora has giant rectangles for pupils. Very few characters have eyes that are brown, which would be most common colour. Eyes definitely follow anime rules, but hair has stuck pretty much to real world rules.
This, of course, isn’t a definitive list, but I thought it might be helpful. And it’s just for fun.
✨ So, let’s look at who has (probably) done what to their hair ✨
Here’s a super basic overview on hair colouring (*not a cosmetologist):
Hair colour levels go from 1-10 generally, with 1 being the deepest natural ‘black’ and 10 being platinum blonde.
BLEACH is used to lift colour and lighten hair.
Bleach can only lift so many levels in one application. It’s incredibly difficult to go from level 1 to a level 9. It’s not impossible, but more likely than not one’s hair will be bright yellow (like Takemichi) or orange, at first, if it doesn’t lift enough. Toner is used to colour correct unwanted brassy tones.
Bleach is what is used for highlights.
HAIR DYE is used to deposit colour onto hair.
Permanent hair dye (chemically alters the hair strand forever, deposits colour molecules into the hair cuticle)
Semi-permanent hair dye (lasts a few weeks, uses developer to bind the colour to the surface of the hair cuticle)
Semi-permanent dye can also be a conditioner like long-lasting stain e.g., Manic Panic or Arctic Fox.
Demi-permanent hair dye (very mild on hair uses 10 vol developer, deposit only, will not lift, great for covering greys)
Temporary hair dye (just a wash of colour, cannot penetrate hair cuticle, comes out after a few washes)
Eyelashes and Eyebrows
Eyelashes CANNOT be bleached safely. It’s dangerous and pointless. Mascara exists for a reason.
Therefore, characters with light eyelashes and light hair, most likely have naturally light hair.
Eyelashes can in theory be dyed with semi permanent dye like Manic Panic. Would not recommend. Also, semi permanent hair dye stains skin (and everything). Mascara works better and is cheaper than a hospital visit due to an unexpected allergic reaction. I can only find photos or examples of people with light eyelashes getting them professionally tinted black, but Sanzu could have gotten them tinted pink, I suppose. Or it’s mascara.
Eyebrows CAN be bleached and dyed *relatively* safely, and there’s even bleach formulated for the face. I don’t know if it’s actually intended for the brows. But I’ve bleached my brows plenty of times and it was fine. This is not advice to go out and bleach your eyebrows; don’t put chemicals that give off fumes next to your eyeballs.
Dark hair and dark eyes are the most common features on the planet, but it’s also possible for someone of an ethnicity that doesn’t typically have lighter features to be born with light hair or light eyes naturally without having other ancestry mixed in there. Just because a country seems homogenous to foreigners doesn’t mean that it isn’t very diverse. This also applies to skin tones. But multi-ethnic/biracial people do exist as well. For example, Izana and Emma are both biracial.
*see end notes for more info
I’m going to use the levels as a general guide as to what range a character’s natural hair colour would likely fall into: blondes, mid-tone brunettes, and dark brunette-black.
Blondes | Light Hair
NATURALLY LIGHT HAIR (UNDYED)
Sanzu (blonde as a child, eyelashes)
Senju (blonde as a child, eyelashes)
Inupi (blonde as a child, eyelashes)
Akane (eyelashes)
Mikey (blonde as a child)
Emma (blonde as a child)
Izana (blonde as a child, eyelashes)
South (blonde as a child)
Mana & Luna
NATURALLY LIGHT HAIR (DYED)
Mitsuya (based on his sisters having light hair as well, and his hair was light when he met Hakkai and Draken when they were kids; we haven’t seen it animated yet, but his hair is pretty silver/lavender, so it seems like he dyes it, or at least uses blue/purple shampoo to get it silver)
Sanzu (when it’s pink)
Senju (could be artistic liberty showing her hair as lavenderish to represent white, like Gojo from JJK. Or she just dyes her hair)
tags. basic smut, mention of cervix fucking, size kink, mention of blood + fear play, slapping
note. hii i finished my exams yesterday more time to write 😚 title from peaches by kai
BAJI
keisuke never thought about his physicality until adulthood. until he really looked in the mirror and saw himself. sharp teeth and sharp eyes and all sharp angles. like he could eat a pretty lil thing right up. he’s the big bad wolf, it’s no wonder girls get a little scared of him— his brutish ways, heavy hands and bruised knuckles. his ma taught him to treat girls delicately, but sometimes he doesn’t mean to get so rowdy. laugh so loud. kiss so rough. fuck so hard.
but you - well you like ‘em a little mean. you’re softer than the breezy linen you wear, sweeter than that strawberry lipgloss you don and prettier than any jewel that twinkles on the chain adorning your neck. today, you’ve switched it out for something else, and as he fucks you - mean and hard and rough and passionate all at once - his initials glitter against your skin. the golden letters of ‘BK’ clatter into one another as your tits bounce up and down with the force of his thrusts.
his pace is relentless, cock throbbing and pulsing as it kisses your cervix. the pain is honeyed but the pleasure that comes with being stretched and stuffed full beyond your limits, his calloused fingers on your clit. there’s no need to worry when it comes to you. keisuke knows you can take whatever he dishes out.
TAIJU
there’s something therapeutic about watching your tits bounce up and down as you struggle to take taiju’s cock, thighs quivering as your hands grip onto his broad shoulders tight. he’s laying back, enjoying the view, a soft grunt escaping his lips when you sink down to take him fully - you whine sweetly, and he drinks the noise in like it’s nectar straight from the gods.
you’re tiny. the more he looks at you, the more his disbelief settles deep inside - your cunt gaping as it takes him. but he likes this. likes being big and strong and hard to handle. taiju finds satisfaction in the struggle you face when fitting his cock into your little hole, or even sucking him off - to get past halfway is quite a feat for you. it’s this carnal desire that fuels his need for you, and when he’s able to watch you - the fire is quelled, the hunger satisfied.
“tai…ju…” even his name is hard to utter in this state, and it’s cute, when you need his help - some assistance as your legs have gotten tired and you’ve gone back to being his lazy little princess.
RAN
justification is not needed when it comes to ran. he does bad shit for the sake of it. he can’t explain it. he just wants to do it cause he can. and then it’s you— and then you give him meaning. make him feel all mushy and gross, make him feel like a big, strong man when he holds you at night.
“you’re scared of me, aren’t you?” ran asks when he looks into your bambi eyes, wide and watery, lashes fluttering and wet with tears. there’s blood dripping down his temple, some on his fingers, there’s no sign of injury so it’s someone else’s.
“i’m not,” you shake your head, retaliate in your shaky voice and allow him to undo the crushed velvet ribbons which hold the front of your nightdress together. “i love you.” you add quietly, a soft sigh falling as his blood-stained fingers find your bare cunt, the pads of his fingers pressing to your slit and circling your clit.
“you’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?” ran whispers, but the way your pussy clenches around his ringed fingers is enough of an answer.
DRAKEN
“you’re not a bad guy at all,” you reassure ken almost every night, when he silently wonders if he is simply not good enough for you - you’re the beauty and he’s the beast. he feels as if he might crush you with a single touch. as if he should treat you delicately. “I love you, ken,” you coo, and tug him to lay on top of you.
you don’t mind the weight - in fact you seem to enjoy it. your lips are swollen when he pulls away from a kiss, spit dripping down your chin - and fuck, you’re already so ruined. you don’t mind when he gropes your tits a little too harsh, you moan sweetly and your toes curl and you beg him to do more. hit you more. slap you and throw you around like a doll.
and who is he to say no? what you ask for, you’ll get. draken no longer frets over hurting you, instead you take it like a good girl, knees pulled to your chest as his cock pounds into your - the wet slap of his balls against your cunt.
step bro! kazutora sharing his step sis with mikey
tw: stepcest, threesome, m! receiving blow job + handjob, f! receiving fingering + eating out, two cock being in one cunt, unprotected sex, creampie
MINORS DNI 18+!
your step brother kazutora invited mikey over to come try a new video game that just released leaving you alone in your room. it’s been hours pouting to yourself lonely making your way to the living room to shyly sit next to kazutora. “hm, what’s wrong sis?” pausing the game really quick to check on you. “nothing. just wanted to watch you play..” he nods resuming his game both of the men cursing under their breath attempting to fight off the final boss. mikey’s eyes glances up looking at you leaning your head against kazutora’s shoulder admiring you. his eyes studying your facial features then down to your body, the space between your breast closing as you leaned over making them pressed together, down to your smooth thighs. feeling eyes on you just to quickly glance up to find mikey staring at you making him flustered that he got caught. “dude! we lost because you died! if only you stop ogling at my step sis!” kazutora complained placing the controller onto the coffee table making you giggle at the situation. “i can’t help it she’s really hot.” making you feel embarrassed kazutora rolling his eyes. “sit.” he pats his lap. nodding as you sat yourself down on your brother’s lap looking at mikey. “do you guys?” mikey’s eyes widening asking without having to say the rest as kazutora nodded. “do you want to play with her? i’m sure she liked that, right sis?” he looked at you with lust full eyes as you nodded spreading your thighs apart lifting your skirt to show your cunt. “shit your cunt so fucking pretty..” mikey spreading your folds finding you clit and rubbing his thumb against it in gentle circles making you moan. kazutora pulling down your top your tits out his hands cupping them before tugging on your nipples as mikey slips two fingers inside your cunt.
“shit you’re soaking my fingers.” thrusting his fingers into your cunt then adding another finger tongue toying with your clit. “oh shit! mikey!” kazutora grabs your face pressing a kiss to your lips sliding tongue against yours while mikey watches with his cock hard against his pants. he thrusted his fingers faster feeling the way walls clench before pulling out and stuffing his face into your cunt lapping up fold before shoving it into your warm hole thrusting it. “i’m gonna cum!” you squirmed in kazutora’s lap as mikey keeps fucking you with tongue your thighs clenching around his head cumming on his tongue. you slide down on your knees as your step bro and mikey slide off their pants both rubbing their cocks against your cheek. grabbing both of their cock putting their heads together giving it a lick before putting your step bros cock into your mouth, tongue rubbing against the underside of his shaft your hands squeezing around mikey’s cock starting to pump him. kazutora grunts as mikey thrusts into your hands moaning giving him a squeeze looking up at them through your lashes, tongue playing with kazutora’s tip making him moan thrusting himself back into your mouth. “keep going sis!” sucking his cock bobbing your head spit dripping down your chin as you jerked mikey’s cock faster focusing around his tip. “shit i’m close!” mikey moans out while kazutora cums into your mouth pulling out as you jerked mikey a couple times opening your mouth still filled with kazutora’s cum. mikey aiming his cumshot into your mouth you swallowing all it together.
“that’s so fucking sexy!” you get on all fours with your step brother under you pushing you down his cock as mikey behind grab his cock and gently pushes his cock inside your cunt after kazutora bottoms out. “shit, didn’t think you could take both of us step sis! so fucking hot.” kazutora and mikey gave both your ass cheek a squeeze as mikey thrust into you and kazutora thrust upwards into you at the same time making you moan. your eyes roll back as both cock thrust into your tight cunt filling you full, the head of their cock rubbing against your gummy wall. “oh god! kazu! mikey! i’m close!” you moaned eyes closing both fucking into rapidly pushing you into your orgasm your cum coating their cock, walls tight, both still thrusting chasing their high. both of the cursing their cocks twitching ready to empty their balls. “shit!” both releasing thick spurts of cum inside your cunt both gently pulling out watching the way your cunt pushes the creampie they gave you.
“good girl.” your step bro kazutora said giving you kiss on the lips and mikey leaning over to give one too.
