i'm sure you've noticed that i've been really inactive as of lately. fanfiction and writing has always been one of my passions in life, but lately, i've not had no motivation or want to write anymore. that's why i've decided to archive @usernamerenn.
i just want to thank everyone for the follows, likes, reblogs, and kind messages during my one year on this blog. for now, i'm going to take some time off and write for me and only me. maybe one day, i'll come back to tumblr, and you guys will be the first to know. until then, thank you very everything ❤️
aw wow. it's so sad to see you go but i am so happy to have been here while you wrote :) thank you for sharing all of your lovely fics & im wishing you well!
i'm sure you've noticed that i've been really inactive as of lately. fanfiction and writing has always been one of my passions in life, but lately, i've not had no motivation or want to write anymore. that's why i've decided to archive @usernamerenn.
i just want to thank everyone for the follows, likes, reblogs, and kind messages during my one year on this blog. for now, i'm going to take some time off and write for me and only me. maybe one day, i'll come back to tumblr, and you guys will be the first to know. until then, thank you very everything ❤️
i'm sure you've noticed that i've been really inactive as of lately. fanfiction and writing has always been one of my passions in life, but lately, i've not had no motivation or want to write anymore. that's why i've decided to archive @usernamerenn.
i just want to thank everyone for the follows, likes, reblogs, and kind messages during my one year on this blog. for now, i'm going to take some time off and write for me and only me. maybe one day, i'll come back to tumblr, and you guys will be the first to know. until then, thank you very everything ❤️
i'm sure you've noticed that i've been really inactive as of lately. fanfiction and writing has always been one of my passions in life, but lately, i've not had no motivation or want to write anymore. that's why i've decided to archive @usernamerenn.
i just want to thank everyone for the follows, likes, reblogs, and kind messages during my one year on this blog. for now, i'm going to take some time off and write for me and only me. maybe one day, i'll come back to tumblr, and you guys will be the first to know. until then, thank you very everything ❤️
i'm sure you've noticed that i've been really inactive as of lately. fanfiction and writing has always been one of my passions in life, but lately, i've not had no motivation or want to write anymore. that's why i've decided to archive @usernamerenn.
i just want to thank everyone for the follows, likes, reblogs, and kind messages during my one year on this blog. for now, i'm going to take some time off and write for me and only me. maybe one day, i'll come back to tumblr, and you guys will be the first to know. until then, thank you very everything ❤️
summary — your marriage to ran is nothing more than a political alliance between your family and bonten, so why did you fall in love with him?
note — spoilers, toxic relationship, cheating, alcohol. likes and reblogs are always appreciated
edit — the sequel has been posted here
Haitani Ran was a handsome, rich, charismatic, and powerful man. As a Bonten executive, he was a highly influential figure with various connections and networks throughout the criminal underworld. He was also a skilled businessman and deadly fighter, never hesitating to eliminate his enemies or those who were deemed a threat to Bonten. In summary, Ran was a dangerous man that commanded both fear and respect, which was what made him the perfect husband for someone like you.
You were the daughter of a powerful yakuza family. For as long as you could remember, you were constantly told that your only purpose in life was to strengthen your family’s political standing and power. There was no such thing as a loving marriage in your world, only marriages of convenience.
You knew this when you had married Ran, and you had accepted the fact that your husband would never love you. So why? Why did it hurt so much to see Ran coming home so late covered in another woman’s perfume?
summary — mikey only ever shows his true self with two people, you and his son
note — spoilers. mikey, i love you! likes and reblogs are always appreciated
Cold and emotionless were the two words that would perfectly describe Bonten’s leader, Sano Manjiro. He was a man feared by many because of his overwhelming power and influence, but what made him truly terrifying was his ability to apathetically sentence others to death and suffering without any regard for the people he condemned. This was what made him so feared and why the three subordinates standing before him refused to say a single word, afraid of further angering their boss.
“Mikey will be speaking now,” Sanzu addressed solemnly, gesturing to the man currently sitting on the couch. His leader’s expression was one of complete boredom as he stared at the men in front of him.
“I gave you one job,” Mikey stated plainly, his tone low and quiet as he casually rested his arm on the back of the couch. “Yet you still somehow managed to fuck it up. Whose fault was it?”
None of the three men made any motion to speak, their eyes distant as they stared into three different directions, unable to meet their boss’s scary and demanding gaze. A displeased scoff immediately rang out from Mikey’s right as Sanzu began to draw his gun and threateningly take aim, but Mikey signalled for his second-in-command to be patient as he awaited his answer.
summary — three months after the wedding, and you’re still trying to get used to your new last name
note — likes and reblogs are always appreciated
The loud and sudden sound of your name had you lifting an eyebrow in surprise as you curiously watched your husband march into the living room with an indignant pout on his face. Before you could even put your book aside on the couch and ask Mikey what the problem was, he presented you with a familiar piece of paper and angrily pointed to the perfectly looped letters that comprised your name and acted as your signature.
“What is this?” Mikey demanded as you stared at him in confusion. It was a simple letter that you had written to your parents, updating them on how your life was since the last time they had seen you at your wedding.
“A letter to my parents?” you answered cautiously, still confused at your husband’s annoyed demeanour.
“No, not that! This signature!” Mikey clarified with a huff, once again pointing to the cursive letters. “This isn’t your name.”
crying because i'm probably not going to finish this birthday fanfic in time for mikey's birthday. in any case, cheers to my favourite honey bunches of oats ❤️❤️❤️
ahhh welcome back!! i hope your break was nice & i loved the rin fic that you came back w :) <3
🤧🤧🤧 thank you anon. i'm currently working on a mikey one-shot for his birthday next week. i'm really excited about the idea and can't wait to share it with you guys!
↳ in which you’re certain that the younger haitani brother hates you, but it’s actually the complete opposite
note: reblogs and comments are always appreciated
If there was one person in Tenjiku who scared you the most, it undoubtedly would have to be Haitani Rindou. While Izana and the other executives in his gang were apathetic toward you at best and overly flirtatious at worst, the younger Haitani made it known that he didn’t like you. Whenever you would visit Izana with some new information regarding the various gangs around Yokohama, Rindou would somehow always be there to greet you with a look of disdain.
Today he appeared to be particularly annoyed with you, as you had noticed him standing next to his brother before pointedly glaring at you the moment you stepped into his line of sight. Acknowledging the two of them with a polite, nervous smile, you did your best to ignore the pretty violet eyes that followed your every move as you hastily proceeded to your meeting with Tenjiku’s leader.
“You should just tell her, Rindou,” Ran amusedly whispered to his brother, causing the younger Haitani to dramatically blush before punching Ran in the arm for teasing him.
After speaking with Izana and securing your usual envelope of money, you were on your way to the front doors of the building when you were unexpectedly stopped by two Tenjiku members. You assumed that they were new, considering how most people were familiar with you and your role as Tenjiku’s trusted informant.
“Why the fuck is there a girl in our base?” the first one remarked incredulously.
“Are you a spy or something?” the second one questioned.
Approaching you with matching looks of suspicion, you had no time to even defend yourself as one of them made an attempt to grab your arm, only to freeze when he saw the hand that was painfully locked around his wrist.
“She’s with us,” Ran explained with an unimpressed frown. And that simple statement was more than enough to shock the two delinquents into realizing their mistake, as they were soon apologizing to you before running away in a panic.
Watching them leave, you almost didn’t hear Rindou’s question as he quietly asked if you were okay. The expression on his face was one of apparent concern as he scanned your form for injuries, and you had almost believed for an instant that he genuinely cared about you. However, you quickly convinced yourself otherwise, concluding that he was only worried because of his boss’s possible reaction to you getting hurt.
“I’m fine,” you said with a halfhearted smile. “Sorry to be such a bother.”
“You’re not a bother,” he awkwardly reassured you, looking suddenly anxious as he avoided your gaze. “I-i-if you want, I-I could start accompanying you on your visits to meet with Izana?”
“Why?” you immediately retorted, feeling confused and honestly doubtful of Rindou’s uncharacteristically kind proposal to help you. What kind of game was he playing right now? “I thought you hated me?”
“W-what?! I-I don’t hate you! Where the hell did you hear that from?!” he panickingly responded, shooting his brother a flustered glance as the older Haitani broke out into loud, insufferable laughter.
“W-well, you’re always frowning and glaring at me,” you reluctantly clarified. “I-I assumed that it was because you hated me.”
“I-I-I didn’t mean to—t-that was just—fuck!”
Blinking in confusion, you could only stare as Rindou disheartedly stormed off in defeat, a clear and harsh blush painting his features as he hysterically screamed something about your stupid, pretty face and how he had no chance now. You didn’t really know what he had meant by those comments, but you were happy that he wasn’t directing his current anger toward you.
“Eighteen years old, and he can’t even properly talk to his own crush,” Ran melancholically mused. “He really is hopeless.”
With a conspiratorial wink sent in your direction, Ran playfully wished you goodbye before following after his brother, leaving you completely shocked and speechless in response to his confession. This entire time, you had been misunderstanding your relationship with Rindou? He didn’t actually hate you? He liked you? For the first time in your career as an informant, you didn’t know how to deal with this given information.
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