Warnings: tall!fem!reader, reader is a Wayne (only platonic with Bruce and Damian), No NSFW, Silly, no yandere themes, Reader is kinda shy, blurb
The entire family had been there when Bruce had gotten the call. Some soft sweet voice on the phone with a stutter echoing in the Batcave about how she might be his child and apologizing profusely for the awkward call.
Everyone had frozen when looking at Bruce. Bodies tense and expecting this to blow up into a whole spectacle. Each person looking at the other for someone's reaction. But, the most anticipated reaction was Bruce's.
"Who's your mother?" He had asked in an almost gentle voice. Suspicious, but there was no way he was going to show that.
"It's, um... You probably don't remember her... But, she did a show for Versace..." The voice had stumbled to explain before finally sharing a name. And, that made Bruce nod before replying.
"I remember her. Beautiful woman with long legs." He had commented, something that a rich playboy would say about some random model from forever ago.
To be fair, Bruce did treat the models he spent the night with respectfully. But, it was still difficult to make an emotional connection with someone so focused on their appearance for their career.
The conversation after that still held everyone's attention. Sharp ears all trying to detect any inconsistences in the story.
You hadn't really felt the need to ask your mother about Bruce until recently. You had a fairly normal childhood, though your mother was on her second marriage while still a minor model.
You had graduated high school last year and weren't necessarily interested in college due to student loans, but you weren't asking for Bruce to cover anything either. You only called because you wanted to confirm things due to being a bit uncertain about your future at the moment.
Which lead to Bruce offering to send you a private DNA test. Making the entire cave sigh in relief when you stuttered out that you were more than willing to do it.
It had lead to bets being placed though.
Dick and Jason betting you were actually Bruce's biological child and karma was finally catching up to him for his playboy persona. Barbara and Stephanie bet that you weren't Bruce's kid at all, but that he'd probably swoop in to adopt you anyway. Duke refused to bet. And, Cassandra remained silent on the matter while observing Damian. Making a different kind of bet to herself.
Everyone could tell the youngest of the bunch was a nervous wreck on the matter despite his skill at hiding it.
Only Cassandra could tell that both Damian and Bruce were perhaps excited. Even if you were grown, you sounded so soft and sweet. Mild mannered and polite.
But, no one Tim was allowed to do any research on you until those results came in. No sense in getting attached or over analyzing things when they had a City to protect and you lived in another.
It did, however, only take two days for the results to come in. And, then a full day for Bruce to process it.
Positive.
After that, the green light went off. Driver’s licenses, passport, social security. All of it checked. Medical records. School records and pictures. Even a very pictures your mother posted of you online. (She didn’t post many. Which was surprisingly wholesome in a way for a woman with a flourishing social media presence.)
A sweet face that looked nearly identical to your mother’s with a smidgen of Bruce’s more angular features. Not very assassin-y looking, Stephanie joked.
Bruce himself called to fly his daughter out to Gotham home. Talking to her on the phone and wanting to enjoy this one bit of normalcy.
Of course, you offered to just drive out. A round trip sounded nice in your aimlessness and you didn’t want to hassle your newfound family. (You were nervous. It was clear to tell by the way your breath hitched on the phone.)
Another three days of anticipation and Barbara tracking your phone as you drove to Gotham. And, then your modest car pulls up along the driveway to the manor.
Bruce carefully coordinates the family on the steps. They weren’t missing this. Everyone was far too nosy. Even Damian, though he wouldn’t dare admit it. He had a right to see his blood-sister. (That comment made Jason laugh, Dick and Tim groaned.)
Bruce also felt that pool of anxiety in his gut. Though he wouldn’t dare show it. Years of life having made him better apply to manage hiding such things.
The carefree playboy persona was on, mixed with some genuine fatherly excitement as he jogged to open your car door for you. His heart melting a bit at how hopeful and shy you looked.
“Already getting the princess treatment.” Jason muttered loud enough for everyone to hear. Only to sputter as you stepped out of the car.
“Oh, my queer ass was not ready for this.” Stephanie’s eyes lighting up like sparklers.
“I completely skipped over her height on her driver’s license…” Barbara had covered her mouth in surprise, while also elbowing Dick to shut his. Tim and Duke were too busy laughing at a disappointed and pouting Damian. Clearly genetics didn’t favor him as much as his new sibling.
Cassandra was already by the car before anyone could stop her. A tiny smile on her lips while her head was tilted all the way back to study your face. “Yes.”
Bruce blinked. Then blinked again. Because he could now tell his daughter had his mother’s nose before looking up to met her eyes.
It was quite humbling to see that Bruce Wayne’s little girl had two solid inches on him.
AN: Kinda wrote this a week ago trying to get back into the swing of things. 🫣 God, where did my momentum go? Feel like I gotta re-learn everything.
So I was re-listening to the Hazbin Hotel Season Two soundtrack, mostly Vox Populi, and I got the the part where Vox sings about Manifest Destiny;
And I thought about like actual Manifest Destiny, during the 19th century and people believed it was their natural right to expand across the State.
Now this might be already founded out but Vox believes it’s his natural right to expand to Heaven—it’s his God given right.
And the name of the song, Vox Populi, is a Latin phrase meaning “voice of the people” and how Vox is speaking all for Hell, and they should expand up to Heaven.
Anyway, like I said, this might already been founded out and I might just be slow but I thought this was cool, especially since I’m into history.
A lot I’m going to say might be considered spoilers, so yeah, stop reading if you don’t want to be spoiled.
I loved all of the characters arcs—especially Flambae’s, he’s such a fun character!
I also loved Coupé’s arc at the end of the game, if you decide to cut her, she’s such a cutie.
I have to say my favorite characters are definitely Punch Up and Prism, I wish you could have them synergies together cuz it would be fun. I also think Flambae and Malevola would be another fun one.
My least favorite character has to Phenomaman, only because he had so much potential (lol) and the way his story is—like I understand being upset about being broken up with but yikes! I do like some of his one liners, very funny.
I wish we could have a flashback with Robert and his father, it would’ve been interesting to have a scene between the two.
Also, do yall think Robert grew up around Shroud? Like we see him call Shroud “Eli” in the battle, and we know Chase babysat him, maybe members of the BB came around the Robertson house and all hanged out.
I wish get to see other heroes, that would be awesome—maybe they’ll do that in Dispatch 2 if they ever make one.
But yeah, that’s all I had to say, it’s a great game! And I loved all of the voice actors they did amazing!
A/N: Something I thought about while listening to Death of a Bachelor by Panic at the Disco. I wanted to write this down, maybe others will get inspiration.
(NAME) doesn’t have a look but I did allude that she looks more like Bruce than her mother. 
You knew you different from the rest of your siblings, well adopted siblings—you had one “real” sibling (Damian), he was a jerk.
You and Damian looked alike, same eyes, same hair, same scowl. But you had different personalities, he was violent little boy, who had to much hate in that ten year old body of his.
But you, you were soft—not in the physical sense (though Damian did say you were putting on some weight), you were soft hearted, helped every kitty or puppy you saw on the streets, helped homeless people to the best of your abilities, helped classmates with homework. (Jason said people would take advantage of you because of that.)
You weren’t a Robin or a Batgirl, you were just (NAME), a sophomore—who got good grades, who played the piano for fun, who had lots of friends and was pretty popular (not just for being a Wayne, thought that did help you have some popularity).
When you tried to tell your father that you wanted to help out more, he listened but he wasn’t listening. He brushed you off and told you if he needed something he would ask, but that day hasn’t or won’t come.
Bruce, your father, was a quiet man, he wasn’t mean or anything, he just didn’t know how to connect with you—he tried! He really does, but with busy being Batman and running Wayne Enterprises, he just has to much on his plate.
He loves you and he tells you that every time he gets a chance too (one of your favorite memories is when you first moved into the manor, Bruce would come into your room and read you stories and tuck you into bed and tell you that he loves you so much—it always make you smile when you think of this memory).
Bruce knows you’re not like him or the rest of your siblings, and to be honest, he likes that!
He has a child that’s soft, that hasn’t seen the cruelty of Gotham, of the world. He likes how nice and caring you are, how you care about everyone, but what he doesn’t like is people taking advantage of you…
So when you came home crying, crying so hard that you were hiccuping and having trouble breathing. He knew he had to do something—hell the rest of siblings knew they had to do something. Like they’ll let anyone hurt you—sweet, innocent, kind (NAME).
You cried into your father’s chest, he patted your back and let you let everything out (your siblings were there, hovering like bees, they were making sure that you would be ok). Between your tears and hiccups, you told you father and siblings what happened—a boy who you thought was so nice (and cute) spread a rumor about you, how you slept with him and how you were a whore. And how your friends didn’t believe you and now everyone was being rude to you, saying nasty things to you, and writing things on your locker.
Bruce let you cry, but over your head, he gave your siblings a look—they nodded and knew what to do.
Dick, sweet, sweet, Dick was going to call Kori and have her come up her and the two of you were going to do girl stuff—anything to make you feel better, plus Kori loved you! You were her favorite bat-sibling, she dared say she loved you more than Dick.
Jason was waiting on Tim to find out where that boy lived, and Jason gets to that boys house, he going to make him regret everything.
Tim, was going to find out everything on the guy who started the rumor and ruin him and his family—he doesn’t care!
Steph and Cass were taking (NAME) into their arms and hugging the fourteen year old girl.
Damian—Damian was seeing red, how dare some low life hurt his big sister’s feelings! If Jason doesn’t get to him first, Damian will. And he’ll make that fool regret speaking to his sister.
Bruce just let everything happen, the planning on find where this boy lived, how Tim was going to ruin that boy’s family and life.
He’d let Alfred know to make your favorite dish and even dessert, you deserve it, yo deserve everything that was good.
But Bruce hopes you learn that you can’t trust anyone, he hopes you started depending on him—on your siblings more, after all, the would do anything for you.
I wrote this on my phone, so if it looks odd I’m sorry. I just really wanted to write this down before I forget it.
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Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader
Warning: 18+, yandere vibes, sexual content - Noncon/dubious consent
Minors do not interact pls
Running from Ran Haitani was the dumbest thing you could have ever done.
But it was the only sane thing you could think of.
Because Ran Haitani wasn’t the man you thought him to be.
Upon meeting Ran, you had thought him to be a typical businessman in the middle of Japan. Yet when you looked into his eyes, you felt yourself fall for him instantly. All the stars were aligned after all. Right after landing the job of your dreams, you run into the most beautiful man you'd ever seen on the streets of Japan.
This was your fairytale. Your dream come true. Your prince charming that seemed to appear out of thin air.
So when he flippantly asks for your number with those dreamy eyes, you give it to him. No fight. No resistance. Simple obedience. He likes that about you. That's what he tells you when he’s running his fingers over your knuckles, pressing a soft kiss to them.
So you try not to ask too many questions.
When he takes off his winter coat and scarf on your dinner date, your wide eyes stare. “Oh - I didn’t know you had a tattoo…” That’s all you say, reminding yourself that you shouldn’t judge people based on ignorant ideologies you may have about things you know little about. After an unexpectedly rainy day together, you discover more tattoos curling down the side of his body when he removes his clothes for you to dry. You trace over them hesitantly and are happy when you see a smile curling on his lips.
Dumb.
Your relationship with Ran progresses quickly.
In one month, three weeks exactly, he asks you to be his girlfriend.
As unromantic as the setting was - in the small studio apartment you called home - you felt like Cinderella. “Y...you’re serious? I don’t like jokes, Ran.”
It’s only when Ran places a chaste kiss on your lips that you begin to cry, rubbing your teary eyes on his shirt. And if felt right to be in his warm embrace
When you first step into his penthouse that night, you feel shame. He’d seen your tiny living situation. Had eaten ramen noodles with you on your small sofa. Had been willing to help you hang up your laundry on the line outside your window.
But he is a businessman.
He hands you over a pair of keys, kissing your temple. “It’s yours.”
He introduces you to his younger brother Rindou in month two.
It is at a restaurant, and he looks you up and down before snorting, a slight grin on his face. That same tattoo on his neck. “Someone’s living beyond their means.”
His words sting your heart. You feel unworthy. Yet when you look up, you saw Rindou’s stare on Ran and felt the tightness of his hands on your own under the table. And that’s when you know those words aren't meant for you.
In month three, Ran asks you to move in with him.
“Let me take care of you,” he says, pressing his lips against your forehead before moving to take down the small photos on the wall.
“Wait Ran - you’re serious?” you ask, eyes wide and heart pounding. “You want me to move in?”
“I miss you even when you’re with me. I want to come home to you. Everyday. ” Despite the uncertainty in your head, your stomach fills with butterflies. The next day, he is moving your things into his penthouse.
In month four, he didn’t want you working.
“Can’t you understand that it makes me uncomfortable knowing that my woman is working when I can provide for her?” he nags to you in one of your small fights. “Why work when I do what I do for you?”
You stood, trying to calm him. “B-But Ran, you know I love my job - “
He grabs your arms, smoothing down the lengths of them to hold your hands. “I know you do, love, but don’t you think it’s time that we take us more seriously.” He rubs your ring finger, boring his gaze into your own.
And your eyes widen. A hint. A ring. Commitment.
Reluctantly, you agree for your work to be part-time and remote.
No matter how much time passes between the two of you, there is a boundary that you held onto despite Ran’s insistence.
“R-Ran,” you can't help but moan, pushing gently against his shoulders as he presses small kisses against your neck. You can feel his hands roaming down your sides, sliding under your sweater. “I don’t t-think - “ A hand strays to your jeans. Your breath hitches as he unbuttons them, sliding a hand over the front of your panties. Brushing against the thin, drenched fabric.
You gasp, pushing him off you abruptly and scrambling to the end of the sofa.
You take some time to catch your breath. You watch as he runs a hand through his hair, frustration dead in his eyes as he gets up without a word. Slamming the bedroom door. You find yourself gripping the front of your shirt, trying to calm your arousal.
Your sex life. Or lack thereof.
You are a virgin. And you were waiting for marriage. Little to do with religion, and more to do with your lack of trust in men. After an absent father, a not so pleasant uncle, and a brutal brother, you are afraid.
Afraid of choosing the wrong guy.
But you are sure that Ran was the one.
Until he comes home in blood one night.
Your world spins on its axis as you scurry to him, grabbing onto his soaked suit, blood staining your palms. “Oh my God, Ran - w-what happened?! Who did this to you?!”
Ran only sighs, pulling off black gloves. “Thought you were asleep, doll. Didn’t want you seeing this.”
“I n-need to call the police - “ Before you can finish your sentence, he brings his soft lips to your own. You push him away, worry clouding your chest as you usher him to the bathroom. He watches you with that lazy smile as you begin to undress him, his fingers rubbing small circles onto your waist.
That night, you bathe him, desperately trying to find the wounds. Yet you found nothing but faint scars hidden by tattoos.
It isn’t his blood you realize.
Ran chuckles as he drags you into the red, murky water, with little fight from you. Your white nightgown changes to a faint pink as he holds you in his embrace.
“I’m so lucky. You take such good care of me. ‘Love you so much.”
You don't sleep the next three nights. You spend your weekend scrubbing the entryway to the penthouse. No matter how much you scrub, you can still see blood on the floor and on your palms.
You still love Ran. So you don't ask any questions. That’s what he likes about you after all.
Quickly, you find yourself entangled in Ran’s lifestyle.
Gun rounds replace the remote on the coffee table. You try to get over your initial shock by organizing it, shakily putting it in a box on one side of the table. Your pill cabinet becomes full of blank bottles - from time to time, you’d see Sanzu, his co-worker, casually going through your pill cabinet in your bathroom. When he starts snorting coke on the kitchen counter, you don't have the nerve to say anything.
Kokonoi is a different story - you can talk to him. He just chose when to listen. You mistake his demeanor for childish mirth at the beginning. He’d been easy to talk to - almost like talking to a distant relative. Until he begins taking you around the city with him. First, it was to dinners, then movies. Shopping dates. All of these nice things were used against you when he suddenly takes you to the Red light district and you see how he gets his money. The first time you see a young girl, no older than 16, scantily dressed, giving Kokonoi her share, you can't sleep without seeing her thin face in your dreams. You avoid Koko now.
But the scariest addition to your life is Rindou.
His lingering gaze becomes a usual thing. He says things that make you uncomfortable -
“Ran actually lets you go out looking like that? Wow.” “You’re so dumb.” “You’d let me smash right? If the tables were turned?”
Rindou started wanting hugs from you when he would visit. Then kisses. The first time he kisses you on the lips, it catches you off guard. It makes you feel sick. But then, he does it again, this time in front of Ran. You expect rage; instead, Ran rolls his eyes and goes on about his business. The third time, Rindou pushed his tongue in your mouth. You cry the whole week behind it.
Dumb.
It didn't take a degree or complete common sense to know that Ran's "job" consisted of being enthralled in the shadows of Japan. Yet, you couldn't convince yourself to believe it. Or maybe, you just wanted to avoid it. So you tried to ignore it, but each instance made the hole in your heart grow bigger.
The day you question Ran is the day all hell breaks loose.
You try to voice your concerns to him over dinner. “Ran, c-can we talk for a minute?”
“Here we go,” he mutters, lifting his violet eyes to meet your own. That mirthful smile on his lips. As if whatever you two had going on was normal. As if it were just another Friday. He pulled away from the table, giving his lap a pat.
You try to act normal as you seat yourself on his lap, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulder. It’s only when you look down at him and his beautiful gaze do you break.
And you’re crying. Because this isn’t the future that you wanted for the two of you. Because those dreams of living happily with good morals are gone. You wanted your love to transcend beyond time, yet you have found yourself at a crossroads with Ran. Him or your morals? Ran, or the family you always dreamed of having? Ran...or you?
He’s wiping your tears away with his fingers, his touch gentle. “Doll, why are you crying? Did something happen?”
“Ran...I don’t like how we are right now…I feel like you’re keeping secrets from me.”
“What secrets?”
“Well, you never really told me what you do for a living...” When his light eyes flicker to you, you spill everything. “I’m just worried is all. I don’t like g-guns around the house. And, I don’t really like it when...when S-Sanzu does his business on the counter. And, I-I didn’t mention this at first, but Rindou- “
He cuts you off. “Didn’t know the world revolved around you, y/n. I put up with a lot of things, but I’m not complaining to you about them. Because I love you and I accept you for who you are, don’t I?”
What? “Um...yes, but I - “
“Why do you sound so unsure? Don’t I take good care of you, y/n? You know I do all of this for you, right?” He presses a kiss to your temple, dragging his lips to your ear. “Answer me when I’m talking to you.”
You try to move from his embrace, but he digs his fingers into your waist, making you wince at the sudden pain. “Yes Ran, but - “
“Good. Now drop it.”
You look away. You couldn’t let this go. “I’m not trying to start an argument -“
Suddenly he pushes you off of him as he gets up, beginning to pace around the room. “You’re so fucking annoying. You should be happy that I’m here with you considering all the bullshit you’re putting me through. ”
“Don’t curse at me.” His words and actions shake you. This Ran hadn’t existed when you first met. And though his words cut you, made you question your worth and choices, you couldn’t back down from this. “If this is about our lack of intimacy, Ran, I was honest with you about that in the beginning. Like I was honest about who I was and what I did. You, on the other hand, have been keeping things from me. I can’t trust you. And I won’t be with someone I can’t trust.”
A warning.
You are taken aback by the sudden fear in his eyes. Fear. Total anguish at your words.
You don't stop him when he leaves that night. Instead, you cry yourself to sleep, unaware of the fact that Ran was having a panic attack outside his brother’s home.
He comes home early the next morning. You feel him before you see him, his long arms coming to wrap around you from behind that morning. “I should’ve kept walking when I bumped into you. Shouldn’t have asked for your number. Should’ve just left you alone.”
Your tears wet the pillowcase.
He presses a kiss on the back of your neck. "But don't I deserve good things, too?"
You give in to his warmth as you drift back to sleep, praying for this peace to last longer between you two.
Things between you two change drastically.
Ran doesn't go to work for the next two weeks. He clings to you, never letting you leave his lavender gaze. He watches your every move. Whether you were in the kitchen, or the bathroom, or running errands - Ran is there. It is unsettling for you. It gets so bad that you have to quit your job to keep him sated with attention. You had yet to bring up his job, afraid of what his reaction would be.
His coworkers are not happy about this at all.
Ran begins snapping at everyone who calls his phone - Rindou gets an earful and a death threat. The only person who gets through to him and makes him get up off his ass (and away from you) was his boss “Mikey.” Even then you can't catch a break - he would text you every minute of the day to the point where he would repeatedly call your phone if you don't text him back within the 15-minute mark.
And this had been all your fault. If you hadn’t threatened to leave him, none of this would have happened. That’s what you told yourself. And you felt awful. Because the state of Ran’s well-being depended on you, and as much you hated how things were, you were still in love with him.
So, you decide to drop it. The surprise on Ran’s face when he is greeted with your embrace warms your soul. He clings to you, breathing in your scent as if it was his lifeline. “Let’s start over,” you whisper.
And for a few weeks, you are happy. So happy that you decide to surprise him at work.
When you walk into his office, you don't expect to see him with a group of unknown men. Ran ignores you as he continues talking to the men, and you go about your way in setting down the food on his desk. As you are about to leave, you catch the eye of one of the men. That’s when all hell breaks loose.
“The fuck are you looking at? Huh?," Ran spits.
You flinch, turning to meet his gaze. But he isn't looking at you. “When I’m talking, you pay attention to me," he yells towards one of the men. Everything goes fast, and suddenly he's smashing the man’s head onto his desk. Repeatedly.
You freeze in place, watching blood pour onto the floor. That manic gleam in Ran’s eyes. How the men in the room simply stare. The smell of dull pennies fills your head.
You cry to your sister on the phone when you get to your car. “Don’t be dumb,” she says. “You know what he’s doing.” Yes, you did now. He is a gang member. He is dangerous. Yet you loved him. “You need to leave.”
Ran comes home early. You will yourself not to flinch when he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you cook dinner. “I’m sorry you had to see that today, love.” Not sorry that it happened. “You know how I am when it concerns you, right? Forgive me?”
You nod, and after a few minutes, he lets you go, only sparing you a short kiss to your neck as he announces he’s going to shower. You felt empty. Yet you continue your routine of picking up his jacket and suitcase off the floor. Then his phone rings. And as empty and as hurt as your chest was, you follow your intuition and picked it up.
“Rannn~, you left your burner here on the bed! What do you want me to do?” A woman says on the other line.
Your heart breaks in two. You can't stop the whimper that escapes your mouth, and immediately she knows who it was she is speaking to.
“Is...is this Y/n? I-I, sorry - p-please don’t tell him I called.” Her fear makes your stomach churn.
You hang up. It was only then that you look through the messages to see the requested nude pictures, the flirty texts, the promises of meeting up again. Not just from her - from several unnamed numbers.
And this is what happens when you push aside your morals and standards for someone else. You get hurt. And so do others. As much as it hurt and as much as your heart called out to Ran and his love, you knew better.
So you decide to leave.
Ran holds you especially tight this night, burying his head into your chest. His warmth brings tears to your eyes as you realize this would be your last night. You have to pry his fingers off of you. Luckily, he was a heavy sleeper.
He whispers your name in his slumber. You shut the door behind you and don’t look back.
You leave everything behind that night. Your clothes and shoes. Your car. Your phone. The remnants of your old life are left with Ran that night.
Your sister meets you at the bus station, catching your crying form in her arms. The amount of pain that you felt that night made you want to forget everything about him.
And you try.
For three weeks, you cry your eyes out on your sister’s couch. You barely eat. You go through your usual doubts and regrets - you see his violet eyes in your dreams from time to time. And in the dead of the night, your mind conjures up the possibility, or fact, that he’s already moved on to someone else. That he doesn’t lose sleep thinking about your whereabouts. That right at this very moment, he’s receiving warmth from someone else. Someone who could give him what he wanted. Someone who could support him in every way possible. Someone who he would give his love through and through.
And this breaks you all over again. Yet, it doesn’t destroy you.
Three months later pass along with your heartache. You can look at yourself in the mirror. The first time you finish your plate at dinner, your sister cries. You find a job that you love. All your old friends start coming around again. Things were becoming...great. You still miss Ran, but you can live without him.
...
But Ran Haitani can’t live without you.
In your classroom, one of your students comes up to you and asks, “Are you married, y/n-sensei?”
Your heart lurches forward, but you shake your head. “As single as a pringle. Your dad isn’t asking about me again, is he?”
He shakes his head, going back on topic. “But if you’re not married, who was that scary guy that walked you to the train yesterday morning?”
Your blood runs cold. “What are you talking about, hun?”
The little boy nods, “I saw you two get off at your stop on the way back too, so I just thought - “
Reality kicks in, and you’re leaving school to hop on the first train home. To your sister. Who you had got entangled in your mess. Your gut is screaming. You had ghosted Ran. You had left him and hadn’t come back. The blood on his hands becomes a recurring image in your hand, and you feel bile rising in your throat.
Your fears are confirmed when you get to your sister’s home and see a sleek black car on the side of the street. Two large men standing by the front door.
And you hear your sister yelling. The sounds of glass.
As scared and as cowardly as you are, you wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt your sister. The men don’t stop you from entering the home, almost as if they are expecting you to be here. And the house is crashed, broken picture frames and glass on a pile in the middle of the floor.
Your sister gasps at the sight of you as she huddles in the corner with a knife in her possession. “Leave, y/n! He’s fucking crazy - “
“Ever predictable aren’t we, y/n?” you hear him say, his words curt, anger underneath it all. But you don’t look at him, instead of going to your sister and pulling her close.
She clings to you, her nails digging into your skin. “You need to run, y/n. Please leave before he gets to you.”
“Y/n, we need to talk,” Ran says, and though you hear him approach the two of you, you will yourself not to look back. “Y/n.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll fix this, okay?” You usher your sister to her room, closing it gently before finally turning your sight to Ran.
And despite his usual handsomeness and swagger, he looks tired. The dark circles under his eyes are bold. He’s lost weight you notice. And despite his passive expression, you can see that desperation in his eyes. That franticness makes your heart race. Yet you keep your cool, crossing your arms. “You have no right to mess up my sister's place, Ran. You’re paying for the damages.”
He scoffs, a frown settling on his brow. “Y/n, don’t fuck with me right now. Explain yourself before I spazz.”
“Don’t curse at me. You know I don’t like that.” You sigh, trying to push back the sudden tears trying to leak from your eyes. “There’s nothing to explain. You’re just not the man for me, Ran.”
His angry demeanor fades, and you’re left with the emotionless shell that is Ran. And he has nothing to say. As usual. And your emotions overflow.
You can’t stop the tears this time as you sob. When Ran reaches out to hold you, you pull away. “I can’t keep doing this, Ran. I don’t have the heart for it. I can’t be with you anymore.”
He looks taken aback, taking a moment to run his hand through his hair in frustration. “Y/n, we can talk about this at home. Just come with me and we’ll fix it - ”
“I’m not going. Please, just leave -“
You don’t get to finish your sentence before his ring-clad fingers are on your neck. And you can’t breathe. You gasp, digging your nails into his fingers.
“Do you want your sister to die tonight?,” Ran whispers. His grip tightens as he brings you closer, eyes piercing into your soul. “We’ll talk about this at home.” He says again. “Get your things and come outside. You have three minutes or I’ll blow her brains out.”
You nod, letting your tears fall onto his hand. He stares over your face, but he eventually let go and steps outside.
Your sister tries to pry you for answers, but you wave her off as you grab your things. You understood the situation. You had made a mistake dragging her into this.
You had decided to try at a relationship with someone as dangerous as Ran. These consequences are what you would have to bear, not her.
The ride back to your shared home is silent. You can’t keep your tears back as you look out the window. At one point, Ran reaches over to place a hand on your thigh. You ignore him, but don’t move away. This violent side of Ran is unpredictable. It scares you.
What scares you, even more, is when you make it back, and you find yourself in the same room with him.
“Put your things away. Then we can talk,” he motions to your suitcase. He watches you, and you watch him with hesitation. And with good reason. Because as soon as you turn to go to the closet, he wraps his arms around you from behind.
“Please don’t touch me,” you mutter, pushing him away as you move away from his neck kisses.
He sighs into your neck. “I’m working on my anger. You know how I get when it’s about you. Don’t hold it against me.”
You shake him off you, moving away from him. “Leave me alone, Ran.”
“We can start over. I’ll get over you leaving me if you forgive me. We can make this work.”
It was like talking to a broken wall. And the bedroom was feeling smaller than usual as Ran approaches you. You slip away from him, quickly going into the living room where there is more room.
“Y/n, are you listening?” Ran tries to grab you, but you yank your arm away.
“Are you listening, Ran? I don’t want to be with you anymore! We’re over! ”
You two are at a standstill at the couch. You’re pivoting from side to side, trying to avoid his grasp. It makes your heart race when his eyes lower into an emotionless haze. And suddenly, he’s chasing you.
“Ran, STOP!” You whimper, fear creeping into your chest. But he’s storming behind you with that sadistic energy. Somehow, you manage to lock yourself in the bedroom. The punches to the door are angry.
You’re crouching as tears fall down your cheeks. Ran has become unpredictable for you. You’re afraid of him, all the love you had turning to fear as he pounds on the door.
When you pick up your phone, you have half the mind to call the cops -
The pounding ceases as his deep voice seems to float under the door. “Don’t think about it or you’re fucked.”
That’s all he says for minutes. You know what he means. You don’t hear any doors. He hasn’t left. You don’t know what to do. You’re seven floors up. The only way to the front door is out of the bedroom.
All you can do is hide in the walk-in closet. Closing it and start to put boxes in front of it.
The bedroom door creaks open. You close your eyes. You hear him shift throughout the room. He’s laughing. Like it’s a game.
“You’re so dramatic, y/n. Where are you hiding?”
When you don’t answer he sighs. “You’re in trouble when I find you. I swear. First, you ghost me, and now this. Fucking ridiculous -“ something breaks before the light under the closet door flickers. He throws the lamp.
Ran yanks at the closet door suddenly, frightening you, yet you cover your mouth. When he finds it stuck, he laughs again.
“If you come out now, I won’t hurt you. I’ll forget this happened and we can go to bed, okay love?”
You don’t answer, and he kicks the door open.
“Sorry, s-sorry,” you plead, but he corners you into a wall. “I won’t tell anyone about what you do. I’ll go back home and won’t speak of you again.”
His fingers caress your neck once he’s close enough. You flinch. “Love, you are home.”
Still, you try to plead your case. “I can leave the country if you want. I promise I won’t tell anyone. J-Just, please, let me go.”
He starts to litter kisses on your neck down to your shoulder. He doesn’t listen. Ran never listens to you.
Instead, he pushes you towards the bed, prying your legs open to settling between them. You moved to push him away, but he grabbed your wrists, pushing them above your head.
You couldn’t stop your tears from flowing. “I won’t say anything to anyone. I’ll leave Japan - plea - “ He presses his lips against your own, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You try to move your face away, but the grip he had on your wrists is tight. Pain shoots down your arm.
“Try that again and I’ll tie you up. Stop.” He let go of your wrists, his hands sliding down your waist. Your nerves bubble in your throat as he settles into your neck, pressing wet kisses against your spot. You try to muffle your whimpers, but when his warm hands smooth over your breasts you couldn’t help but gasp.
“You like that?” He whispers before trailing his kisses to your collarbone. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me, yeah? Let me make you feel good?” he lifts your shirt above your breast, pressing his lips between them.
You would never forgive him. This would never make you forget.
Yes as much as you remind yourself of this, as much as you fear him, hate him, the warmth pooling between your legs is overpowering. And Ran’s teasing doesn’t help it, his deft hands sliding up your sides and working on undoing your bra.
“Love, I’m sorry. Please,” he speaks between kisses on your buxom, “Forgive me. Give me another chance? Be mine again.” He grabs your hands and presses your palm against his face. “It’s been so hard being without you. I could barely sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw your face. I know I deceived you. I know I’m not good enough for you. But I need you in my life. I can’t do this without you.”
You are shaking, tears clouding your vision as you look at the dark circles under his eyes and the way his own eyes are clouded in such emotion.
You would never find a man like Ran. You don’t know if that was a good or bad thing now.
“Y/n?” You can’t give him an answer. You are afraid of what you’d say. Your heart and mind are at war. Until you hear a sigh come from him, and the clinking of metal fills your ears. And suddenly you feel something click around your wrist.
You tug at it just for Ran to click the other end of the cuffs to the bedpost. And you realize how fucking stupid you are to fall for this act again.
“What an ungrateful little bitch - I bear my heart to you just for this? Rindou was right - I have spoiled you too much”
He falls on top of you again, pulling off the rest of your clothes. You kick and push against him, but he grabs your free arm and twists it back. The scream falls from your lips instantly, the pain excruciating.
“I told you to stop, didn’t I? Now you’ve gone and hurt yourself.” Ran rolls his eyes, tugging down your panties.
And you are embarrassingly wet.
You clamp your legs together. “Ran, please don’t do this. I-I don’t want this…”
He moves away from you with a sigh. “When I say I’ve been doing some soul-searching since you’ve been gone, I have. In your absence, I realized that my life is nothing without you, y/n. You are everything to me. No one can compare - not even Rindou anymore. I love only you, y/n.”.
He moves to rummage through the drawer beside you. You close your eyes, letting your tears fall down your neck. You expect to hear him unwrapping a condom. Yet when you open your eyes, you saw a small blue box in front of your nose. And when he opened it, cold hard dread seeps through you.
Tanzanite and diamond. Platinum band. $34,000. An engagement ring.
It slips perfectly on your ring finger. Before you could try to take it off, he intertwines his fingers with your own. “We’ll sort the details tomorrow. For now, tonight will be our honeymoon night. We’ll be one.”
“No,” you whimper, yet he closes the distance between you two again, his lips hungry. The expanse of skin on your stomach littered in kisses. Down to your mound. You involuntarily gripped his head at his first kiss to your clit, and you could feel the vibration of his chuckle against you.
“You’re so sensitive, y/n - all for me, right? No one else but your husband.” He passes up your sensitive bud to lick up your slit, and you moan so loudly you surprise yourself. “My pretty wife.”
Ran finds your spot. The edge where he could bend you where he wants. At his continued nips and licks at your entrance, your free hand moves to grip his locks, causing him to groan into you. The diamond ring shining in the moonlight from the windows. It was daunting yet romantic. It made your heart stir. Made the pain in your wrists intensify. Made you moan a little louder.
“You close? Gonna cum on my face, love? Do it.” His tongue probes at your entrance and you cave in at the pressure of his nose on your clit. You can’t give him any warnings - it is your first time. Your first orgasm. It sets your body free, the sensation pulling you upwards. Your release gushes onto his face, your hand nearly pulling the hair from his scalp as you held his face closer to your sex. Your head is stuffy, yet you can comprehend to say his name on your high.
His large hands slide up your chest, cupping your breasts and pulling at your nipples as he worked to slurp up your release as much as he could. You could barely breathe as ecstasy courses through you. Your body twitches as he kisses up to your face, placing a deep kiss on your mouth.
And when you make contact with his love-blown eyes, you weep. You wail, turning away as sobs rack your body
Ran uncuffs your wrist, massaging into the prints it made as he settles between your thighs. “Love, you’ve got to calm down. Take a deep breath for me.”
“I love you,” you sob, putting your face in your hands. “I never stopped loving you..” You’d put your whole future into Ran. Had dreamed about it. Could feel it at times. Yet, he’d sold you false hope. In this reality with Ran, you would never get your happy ending.
He lets out a breath of relief. “That makes me so happy. I could die right now. You know I can’t live without you, right? You’re the only woman who’s ever made me feel this way,” he pecks your lips, running a hand down your thigh towards your cunt. His middle finger slides in easily, rubbing gently against your walls.
You squeak, holding onto his wrist going in and out of you. “But you hurt me, Ran. You hurt me with the things you do. T-This isn’t what I want for my future.”
He buries his face into your neck, working another finger into you. You moan his name, the feeling of his fingers making your legs shake. Your actions only make him pick up speed, and suddenly you are gripping onto his shoulders, your hips moving in tandem with his fingers.
“Our future. Together. Like you promised me,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You hate yourself. But when you look into his eyes and see your Ran, you can’t help the pleasure that fills you.
You can feel it building within you again, that golden pressure. Just as soon as it is about to burst, he pulls his fingers from you, plunging them into his mouth. “We’ll build our future together, y/n. I’ll give you everything you want.” He starts to undo his pants, and you panic. “I can change, y/n. For you, I’d do anything.”
“I can’t, Ran,” you whimper, pulling your legs together just for him to tug them apart.
“I want my family, y/n,” he snaps curly, pushing your legs to your chest. It takes you a few seconds to understand what he means before he pushes inside of you without notice. And it fucking hurts.
“No noonono, please, not this,” you beg, but he ignores you, pushing into you with hard, deep strokes. Each thrust causes more tears to fall, the pain intensifying.
Ran rolls his hips into you, catching your clit with his pelvic bone, making you cry out loud. “Fighting this when you really want it is annoying, y/n. Let go. If I wanted to pull out I couldn’t with the way you’re clenching me - shit!” He leaned into your neck, grunting. “Fuck, relax already!”
The irony. Ran's grunts, his thrusts, his scent - it was heightening your senses, making you throb more around his length. And he feels that and seems to be struggling to keep himself together. It makes your heart flutter. You can make him tremble. You can make him feel as breathless as he made you feel.
Your Ran.
Your tears subside as your hips meet with his thrusts. At your change of behavior, Ran starts kissing you, going into your deeper and stronger. The moment took over you. You throw your arms around his neck, playing at the hair at his nape.
For now, you would pretend. Pretend that this was the Ran you knew. Pretend that this night was his and yours together. Pretend that everything was okay in his arms.
At those peaceful dreams, your pull Ran closer, and he makes every effort to make your moans louder.
“Tell me you love me again,” he commands, his movements faster, shaking the bed. “Say it.”
“I love you,” You feel his tears seep out against your neck, and can’t help but tighten your hold on him.
He pulls away, looking down at you. “Look at me.” You try your best at keeping your eyes open to stare into his light ones. Even in this disheveled state, maniac and all, he is beautiful to you. “I love you too. Cum.”
You scream as your second orgasm is ripped from you - the strongest, most intense feeling you ever felt before. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist as you cream hard around his length. You could feel new tears forming in your eyes as you continue to clench around him rhythmically. His thrusts become faster as he seems to reach his breaking point. Despite the cloudiness of your mind, you quickly gain clarity as to what is about to happen.
You unwrapped yourself from him and weakly push against him in desperation. “Y-You have to pull out! Ran!” He doesn’t listen. Ran never listens. Not even two seconds later, you feel a warm flow inside of you.
He falls against you, his breaths are heavy. You try to weakly push him off, but he keeps you steady. When he pulls out, you can feel his release pool from you. Yet, he pushes it back inside of you, gently rubbing at your sensitive clit.
Your eyelids begin to drift, but you don’t miss the clicking sound of the cuffs on your wrists again. Or miss the warmth of Ran’s hand as it travels to pat the small of your stomach...
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