Yandere! Ranma x reader

Beach episode already?

Ranma's lips pressed against mine, soft yet insistent, catching me completely off guard. A jolt of shock coursed through me, and I instinctively moved to push him away, but his hands gently but firmly encircled my wrists, pulling me closer to him. For a fleeting second, the world around us seemed to blur, leaving only the sensation of his lips on mine.

Across the room, Akane stood frozen, her wide eyes brimming with betrayal and disbelief. Her fiancé and her best friend. How could this be happening?

Before I could gather the strength to break free, Akane's furious cry shattered the tense silence. She stormed toward us, yanking Ranma off me with a force that sent him stumbling to the ground.

Everyone around us stood in stunned silence, their faces a mixture of confusion and disbelief. My heart raced, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.

What on earth just happened?

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A hot, humid breeze rolled in from the sea, carrying the salty tang of the ocean as Akane and I strolled leisurely along the sandy beach, chatting about everything and nothing. The sun glinted off the waves, their rhythmic crashing a soothing backdrop to our conversation. I wore a cute strawberry-themed bikini, the cheerful pattern standing out against the golden sand, while Akane opted for a breezy sunshirt and short denim shorts, her casual elegance perfectly fitting the laid-back atmosphere.

Ahead of us, Akane's family wandered along the shoreline. Ranma, her arranged fiancé, darted around the beach with Shampoo—a girl who had audaciously claimed to be another of his fiancées—chasing after him. Their playful antics drew the occasional glance from passersby, but neither seemed to care.

Akane's father and Ranma's father had settled themselves on a pair of folding chairs, their heads bent together in what appeared to be a serious conversation. Occasionally, one of them would laugh heartily, the sound carrying over the breeze. Meanwhile, Akane's older siblings were busy building an elaborate sandcastle, their hands and faces covered in damp sand as they worked with single-minded focus.

Nearby, Shampoo's diminutive grandmother, Cologne, was perched on a driftwood log, calmly munching on the food prepared by Ukyo, Ranma's childhood friend. Ukyo's ever-present spatula dangled from her belt as she handed out neatly wrapped snacks to anyone who passed by. Like Shampoo, Ukyo had a claim on Ranma, a promise made long ago that now seemed to tangle all their lives in knots of uncertainty.

The scene was almost idyllic—if not for the undercurrents of tension that hummed beneath the surface. As we walked, I couldn't help but wonder how long this fragile harmony could last.

We sat close to Cologne, as she leaned back and began spinning an intriguing tale. Her voice, low and captivating, seemed to carry the weight of countless years of wisdom. She spoke of an ancient artifact she once possessed: the Love Pill Bracelet.

"This bracelet," she said, holding up her wrinkled hand as if imagining the treasured item resting there again, "contained three unique pills—the Minute Pill, the Day Pill, and the Lifetime Pill. Each one held an incredible power: to make anyone fall hopelessly in love with the first person  they laid eyes on. Dangerous and unpredictable."

Her words hung heavy in the humid air, the waves providing an eerie rhythm to her tale. She sighed, her sharp eyes glinting with a mix of nostalgia and regret. "It was taken from me long ago. A reckless fool thought it better suited to his mischief."

At that, Happosai, Ranma's father's infamous master, appeared next to us "Oh!" he exclaimed, slapping his forehead in realization. "I knew I had something like that lying around!" He fumbled in his robes with the enthusiasm of a child, eventually pulling out a delicate bracelet adorned with tiny, colorful capsules.