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⊹ suna x f!reader | 1.2k words ⊹ fluff, reconciliation | you and suna have been apart for what feels like the longest time, and after getting to the peak of your careers, you both realise the same thing: you are never complete without each other. ⊹ hi! so listened to my anon and made a short part two where suna and y/n meet again back at the place they first met. <3

< thin lines

“wanna go out with me?”

confident, flirty.

that was what suna first asked you in homeroom class in your junior year of high school. you found it hard to believe at the time; the suna rintarou wanted to ask you out? the same guy that had many other girls pining for him?

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—𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢

ii. found again

including: suna rintaro x f!reader

genre: genre: vampire au, reincarnation au, drama

cw: mentions of death, somewhat panic attack, nightmare, hyperventilating, a little bit of fluff and angst

a/n: this is in a magical world where the pandemic doesn’t and never even existed :)

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2022, New York City

There was a coldness in the air that was beginning to indicate the seasonal shift between summer and autumn. Suna Rintaro, whose face was still youthful, was trapped in a prison of his own mind. The world had become exhausting and borderline unbearable. He would spend his days mourning the loss of his mortality, and his nights wandering the city that never slept in search of his next victim.

His teeth had not sunken into the vulnerable neck of a human in many, many moons in attempts to not raise suspicions. Instead, he would settle on cattle or perhaps a few small sheep. Yet, he was willing to do anything if it would mean he would stop being a vampire. There was once a book in her personal library that spoke of a method to cure his immortality, and would return his body to a human state. It entailed him feasting on poison blood, which was simply the blood of a tainted human. Although, what that truly meant, he couldn’t be sure. Even more so, there was no evidence to suggest that the method stated in his long lost book was correct– he supposed that if he were to ever meet a human with ‘tainted blood’ he would know.

That was where he found a girl, shivering on the sidewalk outside a club, staring down at her shoes with a melancholic stare. Rintaro couldn’t understand what it was about her that made him feel as though he was walking in slow motion. Her eyes caught his, and in that split second of motion, he was reminded of another time in his long lifetime.

It was you, he thought to himself, stopping. He tried not to seem suspicious, trying to stand next to you in a way that would allow him to be sure that his eyes were not deceiving him. You didn’t pay him any attention, not even bothering to notice the way he eyed you.

You had different hair, and a different build than his first and last lover, yet there was a magnetic aura around you, that was so convincing, he couldn’t shake the chills that went up his spine. Suna soon realized how intense his lingering eyes must’ve been, watching you take a small step away, scoffing.

“Can I help you?” You asked, holding your arms closer to your body to keep warm. Rintaro froze in place, not knowing what to say because even though over a century had passed he hadn’t forgotten the promise he made to you.

“I apologize, you just remind me of someone I knew.” His voice was weary, with hints of nostalgia, remembering the way he kissed you, and the many nights he’d watch you peacefully sleep. Only, you pressed your lips together, turning your head to the side to avoid looking at him.

“Well, I don’t think we know each other, sorry.” Rintaro could understand your cold behavior, you didn’t remember him, how could you? Love couldn’t possibly transfer between lifetimes but still, it was undeniable that it was you.

You reached into your small purse, grabbing a carton of cigarettes, still trying to avoid the man standing there. You continued to fish for something else, frustratingly looking up at him, finally.

“Do you have a lighter?” You asked and Suna nodded, pulling one out of his pocket. You smiled politely while he held it on the palm of his hand, taking that as an invitation to use it. Putting the cylinder between your teeth, you flicked the lighter. Once you got it, though, you inhaled a deep breath, blowing out smoke and facing Suna to get a look at his somewhat distraught expression.

“You know smoking kills, right?” It might’ve been out of place for him to say, but he was never the best at holding back his critique. You held the cigarette between two fingers, tapping the ashes while taking in his comment.

You crinkled your nose, shrugging, “everyone’s gonna die of something, aren’t they.” Suna let out a hum but you weren’t done speaking, “besides, I only do it when I’m stressed.”

“Then what has you so worked up?” Rintaro found himself falling back into a similar routine from all those years ago, and he reckoned if he closed his eyes he’d be taken right back to his first few moments with you.

“I just got out of a relationship,” you said, sighing and there was nothing the man wanted to do more than take you into his arms and feel your warmth, in an attempt to comfort you. “The guy I was seeing wasn’t who he said he was.”

You regained that gloomy look, letting the tip of the cigarette burn, not bothering to put it back into your mouth. You scratched your face, holding yourself tighter and staring up at the night sky. The stars had been covered by all the light pollution and the growing clouds but still, you stared at the open sky with such wonder it was like they were still there.

“I’m sure it was for the best, then.” Frankly, it was the longest conversation Rintaro had held with a human in a long time. You nodded your head slowly as he added to his previous point, “but I’m sure it’s hard. I don’t believe I got over my first heartbreak.”

Humming, you asked him: “what happened?”

There was a dull look in his iris as the two of you held eye contact, “she died.”

“Oh,” you said, narrowing your eyebrows, “I’m sorry, that’s horrible.”

The man only shook his head, putting his hands up in defense, “no, you don’t need to worry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

Silence hung between the two of you and Rintaro wanted to say something but he felt halted. He was only a second away from confessing his love for you, but he stopped, realizing that human’s react much differently, besides, he needed to get back home before sunrise.

“Get home safe,” he told you, as a way of saying goodbye. You hadn’t been expecting it, though, peeling your eyes off the ground to watch him go. Rintarto was quick on his feet, and was long gone when he realized he hadn’t taken back his lighter.

Laying in your bed, you kept thinking of the strange man you met that night. You had given him your condolences for his past lover and in response he only shook his head, apologizing for bothering you. He had left without giving you his name, only leaving you with his lighter.

At first, when he tried talking to you, you felt bitter, not wanting to be bothered, or harassed by some random man on the street. Yet, the short lived conversation felt genuine and would have bloomed into something more if it weren’t for him disappearing into the night.

You also couldn’t lie to yourself and say the man was unattractive. Everytime you closed your eyes you thought of his tall, broad frame, his delicately strong hands, and of course his piercing eyes. You felt giddy just thinking about his good look.

Sighing, you set your alarm for morning wondering if you’d ever see him again. It was bold to even think that, considering you lived in New York City for heaven’s sake, where millions of people lived, let alone all the tourists. Any spark that might’ve started died instantly, and you could kiss goodbye any chances.

Holding your bedding close to your body, you slowly became accustomed to the cozy feeling of blankets wrapped around you and it wasn’t long until you slipped into unconsciousness.

It wasn’t typical for you to have nightmares. Sure, when you were a young child you’d jolt awake and rush to your parent’s room, hiding with them and being soothed in their arms. Now, though, you hardly even had regular dreams, let alone ones that would make you shake in the night.

Tonight was an exception but it didn’t feel like a dream, more like deja vu.

You were in what looked like a library, an old one– a building that wasn’t built within your lifetime but you couldn’t quite place the time period. A small fire burned in the fireplace, while vintage armchairs faced it. You also caught sight of a desk, staked with desks in what looked like Latin and Ancient Greek.

“Have you finally awoken?” A voice coming from the sofa asked. You perked your head up, compelled to move forward. You tried to stop yourself but it didn’t work, as if you were playing a character in a movie and forced to stick to a script.

“Yes but I also went out again, to the gardens.” Once again, you had no control over what was coming out of your mouth, looking down to see a bouquet of flowers in your hand. “I wanted to bring you flowers for your study, since I gave you some the other day for your bed chambers.”

Standing there, you were in shock that it was the stranger from outside the club. He softly smiled at you, reaching out his hand to take a flower from the many in your grip. His fingertips were cold but you didn’t shy away from him, instead sitting down next to him.

He pressed the flower to his nose, smelling it while looking into your eyes. Feeling your heartbeat quicken, you could almost smell the tension in the air, wanting nothing more but to jump into his arms and kiss him. Yet, you were still confined.

“Thank you, they’re quite nice,” he said, observing them as his face slowly soured and for a moment, you thought you didn’t actually enjoy your gift. That was until he said something under his breath, not thinking that you’d pick it up. “I suppose in comparison to you, they’re actually very dull.”

Flustered, you looked away, feeling the unnamed man reach out for you, “I haven’t upset you, have I? I promise, they’re lovely flowers!”

“No, it isn’t that, Rintaro,” you replied, shaking your head and turning back to look at him. So that was his name: Rintaro. But was that really his name, or were you just making things up– it was just a dream after all.

“Perhaps, we can do something today, I feel much better today.” Were you sick? It felt like such an odd thing to say but by Rintaro’s reaction that was most likely the case as a soft smile tugged on his lips.

“Alright,” the man thought, “we can perhaps read?” You crinkle your nose and shake your head.

“Something fun Rintaro, we read everyday.” He nodded, laughing a little at the silly suggestion and before you knew it, you were standing in the hallway of a castle, staring at the long line of portraits hanging from the wall.

“I don’t suppose you’ve seen this part of my castle yet, have you?” You shook your head, staring at the painting in front of you. It was of a couple, a bit older in age, staring at the painter, the man’s arms on top of hers. Their clothing was old, too, much older than what you and Rintaro were wearing, making you wonder when the painting even dated back to.

“He was the original owner of the castle,” Rintaro explained, “and that’s his wife. He let me buy it from him after I came here to rest. You see I’m not local to this area, so when I ended up here, no one from the village would allow me to stay but him.”

“I think I would’ve remembered you showing up to the village, and surely I would’ve convinced my father to show you some hospitality.” Rintaro pressed his lips together at your comment, looking back at the painting.

“Yes, but I suppose that isn't the point of the story.” He paused, sighing. “When I met the owner, his wife had already passed away and he too was practically on his deathbed. Yet, the man wanted to leave his material possessions behind, and die somewhere secluded. He believed in doing so he would be reincarnated and would meet his wife’s soul once again.”

“Do you think such a thing is possible?” Your voice was small, looking up at him as he met your gaze, his eyes were blank for a second as he shrugged.

“I’ve seen things that would’ve once been thought of as impossible. So I suppose yes, it is.” You reached for his hand, whispering:

“Well then I hope to find you in my next life.” Rintaro didn’t hear you, frozen as he watched the painting. He was not fazed at all when it started to shift, though, as if he couldn’t notice it at all.

From an eldely loving couple, the painting turned into something depicting hell; with large flames and a body of a girl laying in the center. You felt your lungs begin to swell up, as if you were hyperventilating while the sounds of a crying baby and a beeping monitor. Everything was happening so quickly, overstimulating your brain at such a high rate, you could barely process anything.

That was when you finally woke up, sitting up right as you gasped for air. Your room was the same as you left it, the darkness being interrupted by the glowing green of your alarm clock. Placing a hand against your forehead, you tried to make sense of what just happened.

Rintaro, was that the man’s name or was it just your brain’s way of filling in missing information? Pulling your knees up against your chest, there must’ve been a reason you saw the stranger in your dream.

Don’t be stupid, you thought, reminding yourself that the conversation you two had shared must’ve prompted the odd dream. Still, though, you felt chills up your spine; you needed the dream to mean something more. You had promised to love him in another lifetime, and that didn’t sit lightly in your chest. It seemed too coincidental that he reminded you of a past lover although he looked to be your age, there was no way it was possible.

Looking over to your nightstand, you saw the lighter you’d forgotten to return, maybe there was still hope that you’d find him again and learn the truth. At least now you had somewhat of a lead, but a possible name was like finding a needle in a haystack.

You laid back down, trying to soothe yourself back to sleep and eventually you fell back into sleep, this time without any pesky nightmares. But, you unknowingly had your fingers crossed that the man would reappear to tell you more about himself.

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