starcrosscat

[eisukevint]

The Truth Untold

Pairing: eisuke ichinomiya x reader

Genre: angst that we all love / drabble

a/n: no bec i have never ever written and eisuke angst before so enjoy this my loves and this is @cupidocherie approved

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Bloomed in a garden of loneliness

A flower that resembles you

I wanted to give it to you

After I take off this foolish mask

A maid. That’s all you were. You thought in the eyes of the brown haired millionaire you were more but that was just you deluding yourself. At least that’s what you realised when you coughed up a bright pink petal. Flowers were supposed to be a symbol of love, affection, intimacy, right? So why were you facing difficultly in breathing, coughing out more of those pretty pink petals that belonged on a flower and not in a person’s lungs?

Baba saw you. You were cleaning around a room in the hotel when he decided to surprise you. Though he wondered why you were fumbling around, hiding your face from him until he saw the blood trickling down the side of your mouth. A fist full of bloody petals and your alarmed eyes staring back at him, widened beyond compare. He didn’t say a word, he couldn’t, and instead resorted to putting his arms around you instead until you let all your pent up feelings out in the form of hot tears.

You ended up telling him everything about it except the person in question. The subject of your hanahaki. Baba listened. Of course he did and it didn’t take him long to figure out the identity of the man you were so despairingly in love with. So he decided to keep his mouth sealed for your sake.

Eisuke Ichinomiya was a man of minimal emotions. But you always thought there was something rather special between the two of you. He treated you differently, better, than other women. He respected your wishes, gave you space when you asked for it, didn’t show an ounce of hesitation whenever you went to him for help over trivial matters, he unveiled to you his vulnerability, his cavernous, most nasty scars and you did the same in return. You always believed in that mutual sense of trust between you two. You never intended for more but the universe had other plans. You were the only one who truly knew him inside and out, his fears, his troubles, what he liked and what he didn’t like. How he preferred his coffee and that he hated peas more than anything. Was there any way to evade this rippling adoration for this man who so obviously yearned for the smooth caress of love and affection? No, there really wasn’t and now you were in deep, deeper than ever.

Baba had convinced you to at least tell Eisuke. He was sure that he’d reciprocate these feelings. It was either the disease disappearing for good or you dying from the excess of petals accumulating in your throat. You didn’t want to forget about these feelings for the brown haired man so from a little push from the other auction managers who found out about your hanahaki one way or another, you decided to confess tonight.

You hoped that’s not how your night ended. A night spent crying, at least not due to a broken, sorrowful heart. The last thing you expected was Eisuke walking in with a woman by his side, his hands on her waist as they disappeared into his room. The room you had cleaned countless times before. That was enough of an answer, wasn’t it? Tripping over your own feet, coughing up another load of petals drenched in blood with a tear stained face, you made your way down. They were all down there. Waiting for you like they always had. Their favourite person to talk to whenever they needed to rant when life was hard on them. You were always there for them so to see you all exhausted and ragged because of the man they called their friend, they couldn’t bear the sight. So you told them what had happened. And when you finally gave up and let yourself succumb to the exhaustion and fainted, Baba and Luke rushed you to the hospital to get rid of these torturous feeling once and for all.

It wasn’t until Eisuke walked down the stairs to the lounge from his penthouse that he finally caught up to what was going on. Mamoru and Ota were glaring daggers at him while Soryu grabbed him from his collar and effortlessly slammed him against the nearest wall. Demanding if it was fun leading you on and watching you pin after someone who wasn’t capable of feeling any human emotions. Eisuke was clueless of course so when Soryu spill everything out, Eisuke made a run for it to the hospital. Ears ringing, eyes bloodshot, on the edge of his seat as he speeded to the hospital. He thought of the possibilities, where it all went wrong and most of all, hoped. Hoped that she still hadn’t gotten the surgery. Forgotten about those beautiful feelings you had for him and the feelings he held for you. There was no way he wouldn’t fall for you. Not when you always looked up at him with the brightest, most dazzling eyes he had ever seen. All he did was a mere favour, sleeping with the woman once so the business deal could pass through. He never wished for you to see it, and if he was aware of your feelings for him, he never would’ve done it. He always considered himself way out of your league. Someone so charming and delicate shouldn’t be with a cold and ruthless bastard like him. But business be damned, he’d rather see you smiling from ear to ear, he’d rather be the cause of your happiness, your joy, the reason your eyes shone brighter than the scorching sun itself.

But he was too late. When he walked up to your hospital room, seeing the heart monitor along with several tubes going in and out of your body confirmed his suspicions. And for the first time, Eisuke Ichinomiya allowed himself to surrender to yearning and loneliness and let his tears fall freely. His heart was bursting with emotion but yours was devoid of any.

Maybe back then

A little

Just this much

If I had the courage to stand before you

Would everything be different now

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[berry-hwa]

GUYS.

this fic. This fic. Im here at 2 in the morning to diss this fic i wrote 2 years ago (and never did the art for it)

The idea? Fantastic. Friends to lovers. Friendly gay banter. Masquerade party. They dance. Good plot in my opinion it was very delicious to think of, i especially had fun describing and figuring out their outfits

BUT. But but but.

The pacing was completely off. One chapter eisuke questions whether or not he feels something for a certain mobster and in the next chapter he admits to being in love? What was me thinking idk? The pacing is all messed up in the in-between chapters. The writing choices are also not my cup of tea - the POVs keep jumping around which might be confusing to others even if its not for me (since i wrote it)

Moral of the story here is — i think if i were to write this fic again, id change a lot of things and fix things up...but i have no idea if I'll actually ever get to it lol. I have an unfinished kavetham fanfic lying around and its been here for MONTHS and ill consider it lucky if i manage to finish it by the end of the year and do something with it

So that was my rant!!! Thank u for coming to the ted talk, do visit again 👍i was forced to make this short since i eep 😔

(also face reveal ig yes that is me that is most definitely my person, im just a glorified stickman)

[teecupangel]

okay, we chatted about Desmond in otome games. Let's me give you one called KIssed by The Baddest Bidder.

Let's say Desmond got burned by the Eye indeed and his body is taken by Abstergo and next thing Desmond woke up, revived and full of rage in an empty operating room. He wants to hide and settle for something normal but the bleeds of his ancestors' tragic life makes him wanna avenge them some way and he disappeared. Thus leading what begun a mysterious purge to those certain people who work in Abstergo, huge headlines in the news and articles about it.

In the global crime underworld, an uprising faceless individual, mysterious and ominous with an alias name " The Grim Reaper". Mafias and criminals can gain a favor from him as long it aligns his goals. After the purge that went for 2 years, he once again disappeared like smoke.

Desmond starts his retirement as a cleaner in the day shift and a bartender at the night shift in the Tres Spades Hotel. He also ended saving a girl from strange men and now he's being sold in a black market auction as replacement for the girl who broke some glass statue. Sold 20 million is that he worth and they are VIPs in the hotel???? so much for peace and quiet.

Love interests in the game:

Eisuke Ichinomiya - mmmmmm. boss x worker that piques his interest. what if Coralina and her father recognizes Desmond a lookalike of a lord in Monteriggioni

Soryu Oh - used Desmond for some sort of escort or servant for Mei Ling. Yet Desmond acts a bodyguard like wtf how can he shoot with perfect accuracy and track people easily.

Mitsunari Baba - master thief x retired master assassin / hitman. Baba found the perfect partner in stealing albeit by force. what's this he walks silently, can find the target treasures easily. Why does his eyes seem to glint gold in the faint light at night? Baba is a flirt and womanizer yet Desmond is unexpected with witty sexual innuendos that makes Baba blush

Ota Kisaki - a scene where that two faced artist might sneak a peek Desmond's small notebook that he dropped accidentally. Ota opened to see beautiful pencil and pen drawn sketches of people and places. A castle, a fortesss, a homestead. People with a cowl and some don't. Cue Ota felt a chill and turned to see Desmond looking at him with a neutral face but his eyes are furious.

Mamoru Kishi - police man x retired assassin. enough said but make it mamoru aware of the a cold case of abstergo purge and look at Desmond's behavior like he can't... can he??????

Shuichi Hishikura politician x retired assassin. Desmond philosophical talks might make him think twice or shock him with small hints of secret history as playful jokes. Jokes right?????

Hikaru Aihara - working assassin x retired assassin. Desmond knows definitely about his work. Would be a nice scene where Hikaru knows the Grim Reaper or had heard or seen him work. Made a positive remarks in the strory telling and Desmond just internally laughs cos that's me but shhhhh

Luke Foster - probably angst and slow burn cos he's a doctor and desmond already have too many bad experiences with doctors and scientists

Rhion Hatter - the mad hatter.....maybe friends to lovers...

Basically just the bidders get a whiplash of what they thought is a normal and simple man named Desmond meets more than the eye HAHAHAHAHA

I’m kinda thinking of how this wouldn’t just end with Desmond going ‘fuck this shit’ and running away from whichever route he is in and the first thought I have is to stop him by pushing into his sense of duty and responsibility.

So we’re going to make Desmond have a desire for vengeance on this one.

He had simply been a retired Assassin, just living his life, when he learned that one of his coworkers died the day before the auction because he had been snooping around to find something.

Desmond learns that the killer is someone connected to the auction.

He saved the girl and agreed to be auctioned because he needs to find a way to get close to these VIPs to learn which of them killed his coworker.

Because his coworker?

… was one of the Assassins of the Japanese Brotherhood.

And that coworker was looking into the auction because one of the VIPs is actually one of the few Templars that escaped the ‘purge’.

When he learned that he was sold for 20 millions by multiple VIPs, he tried to sus them out using his Eagle Vision.

But they all glowed gold.

And that’s when Desmond has to pick one of them.

.

The idea is: the killer of the Assassin can be one of them or someone connected to them, the killer’s identity changes depending on which route Desmond takes. The Templar also changes into someone in the route, maybe even the main love interest.

The main point is that this keeps Desmond into keeping up the appearance of the being a ‘bought’ man, all the while having his own agenda.

Eisuke Ichinomiya – Carolina and her father are the Templars. To be more exact, her father is a Templar but she’s being ‘educated’ as one. This would have an alternate ending of Desmond being able to get to Caroline and she becomes his ally. Her father knows who Desmond Miles is and mistakes this to mean that Eisuke has allied with the Brotherhood.

Soryu Oh – The Templars would be after Mei Ling and Desmond gets to the bottom of it which ends up being messy af because Simon Lee actually has connection with the Assassins in China for some reason. The Ice Dragon is also connected with the Japanese Brotherhood.

Mitsunari Baba – Mitsunari’s next target turns out to be a POE and his informant is the Templar and killer. Desmond taking the POE instead of him will be the main cause of conflict between the two of them.

Ota Kisaki – This is one where Desmond would probably end up taking a more aggressive role because he’s not going to be a pet after the hell he went through from Abstergo and William Miles. Ota trying to talk to him like an unruly dog (maybe even call him a mutt) would end with Desmond punching him which will surprise Ota but also make Desmond interesting.

Mamoru Kishi – Mamoru is super sus of Desmond from the get go and Desmond thinks of him as a dirty cop so they’re not off to a good start. Part of their relationship arc would be Desmond finding out why Mamoru is more on the morally dubious side than plain dirty and Mamoru’s main conflict would be learning about Desmond’s past as the spree killer that singlehandedly taken down Abstergo and plunged the company to ruins by killing high ranking members after he had already fallen in love with Desmond.

Shuichi Hishikura – He and Desmond gets into debates more often than not. Desmond doesn’t have a good track records with politicians and people in power to govern the people so Desmond certainly pretends to be polite but he’s wary of Shuichi. Shuichi sees him as being bright though and thinks he might have a knack for politics which makes Desmond shiver in disgust.

Hikaru Aihara – This one would be more on Hikaru knowing there’s something more about Desmond but he can’t be sure but Desmond has heard of him. The Brotherhood had actually given him a head’s up because he’s a ‘freelancer assassin’. They were coworkers before he bought Desmond so they know each other and Desmond is suspicious that Hikaru might have been hired to kill the Assassin by a Templar.

Luke Foster – Desmond’s probably going to be flirty with him, might even slip and call him dottore more than once. Since he works in a secretive clinic that does back alley surgery, there’s a high possibility that Luke is actually an ally of the Brotherhood, not that Desmond knew that. He's comfortable with Luke sometimes because Ezio's Bleed makes him remember the doctors who didn't ask too many questions and simply healed him. Luke is actually keeping it a secret from Desmond because he believes Desmond is just caught up in all these because he’s trying to protect a girl and Desmond believes Luke is hiding something which means he needs to be cautious about him (this would be angst + slow burn + misunderstanding galore XD)

Rhion Hatter – considering he’s half English and the son of a duke, we can make him a Templar. If you don’t want a Templar x Assassin drama for this one, his grandmother could be the Templar and he ran away from her which makes him and Desmond have similar… family ‘problems’. XD

[otomefoxystar]

Unexpected Surprise

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Pairing: Eisuke X MC

Genre : Fluff with a teensy bit of angst

TW: Mentions of wanting to lose weight, pregnancy

She looked at herself in the full length mirror, turning right, then turning left. Her favorite pair of leggings weren’t fitting like they used to. She had gained weight. It was hard maintaining a figure that the Tres Spades CEO deserved, or at least what she thought he deserved. She sighed, “I have to lose some weight.” She said to herself quietly.

She entered Eisuke’s kitchen, immediately starting the coffee. She opened the fridge and took out eggs, onions, and peppers. Preparing to make breakfast. Eisuke came out of his home office looking at his phone; when he looked up, he saw _ _ _ looking displeased. “What’s the matter?” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, just in a bad mood.” He arched an eyebrow. “You haven’t even been up for an hour. What would put you in a bad mood so quickly?” She rolled her eyes, “I don’t know, Eisuke. Just leave me alone and let me cook breakfast!” She snapped at him, “You don’t need to get pissy with me. It was a question.” She immediately felt terrible.

“Sorry,” He kissed her forehead. “It’s fine.” He went to sit at the table while she cooked. The door swung open and in sauntered Ota, Baba, Mamoru, and Soryu. She sighed. Could she get a moment of peace with her boyfriend for once? Of course, knowing they’d want to eat, she made extra. There were omelets, toast, sausage, fruit, and yogurt when she brought the food to the table. “Is this a special occasion? It’s like a gourmet breakfast.” Baba joked. Soryu shot a glare his way, shutting him up. “I dunno. I figured you’re all here, so I might as well.”

As they talked and ate, she gave herself a small serving, knowing she had to watch how she ate if she wanted to lose weight. As everyone ate their fill, they all talked while she cleaned breakfast, but Eisuke noticed her taking bites of sausage and fruit as she packed everything up. After wiping the table, she left to go shopping. “Have you noticed _ _ _ eating more than normal?” Mamoru asked. Eisuke was swiping through his phone. “A bit” Soryu leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms across his chest. “You don’t find that odd? Maybe she’s stressed?” Eisuke looked up from his phone to his best friend. “Maybe.” Ota was doodling on a napkin. “I would pay attention to her. It could be something serious.” Eisuke scratched the back of his neck. “I’m over this conversation.”

When Eisuke returned home from work that same day, he found her asleep on the couch with the TV playing. Taking off his shoes, he went around the sofa, lifting her up and taking her to the bedroom where she could sleep properly. Her eyes blinked open when he was covering her up. “Eisuke?” He reached up and caressed her cheek. “You fell asleep on the couch.” She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “I’ve been exhausted lately. There’s no reason for it. Not like I don’t get enough sleep.” He kissed her on the forehead, and her stomach growled. “Have you eaten?” She blushed, “I ate. I’m just constantly hungry. It’s irritating.” He smiled.

“How about a snack, then?” How could she refuse when he was being so sweet? “Okay,” She went to stand up and suddenly felt dizzy. Not able to see, she sat down, waiting for her vision to return to normal “_ _ _?” She stood back up. “I just got really dizzy.” Eisuke was quiet as they went into the kitchen. As they gathered food for a nice snack, his mind was racing. Maybe something was wrong? Some medical condition, perhaps? After their snack, she went to bed.

The following day, she entered the kitchen to start breakfast when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and smiled, but he didn’t smile back; instead, he crossed his arms. “What?” she asked, feeling his stare heavy on her. “There was a bunch of candy wrappers in the trash this morning. Did you get up during the night to eat?” She adverted her eyes. “I felt like I was starving” Eisuke raised his eyebrows. “So you ate a bunch of candy?” She sighed. “I didn’t want to make anything; someone had given me some candy.”

She furrowed her brows. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me! It’s like I can’t stop myself. I’m so hungry all the time. I’ve been trying to watch what I eat to lose weight, but I feel sick if I don’t eat.” He motioned for her to come to him and led her to the kitchen table, sitting across from each other. “Why are you trying to lose weight? You’re fine the way you are.”

“Because I want you to be proud to call me your woman, not when I look bloated and chubby. I hate it.” He put his head in his hand. “You’re fine. You’re more beautiful than any other woman anyways. Stop trying to live up to what you think are my expectations without knowing first.” He looked her over, noticing her breasts looking a little fuller, her face a little swollen. It couldn’t be weight gain; she hasn’t put on that much weight, maybe a couple of pounds, but not enough to make a noticeable difference.

He started connecting the dots as he looked at her. Her insatiable hunger, dizzy spells, exhaustion, and now she tells him she’s bloated. He cleared his throat, and she looked at him, confused. “What?” He swallowed, almost nervous to say what he was about to say. “I don’t think you need to lose weight. You should feed your body if it’s telling you to.” She was confused. “Why would I do that? I’ll gain more weight?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t think it’s just weight gain, _ _ . I think you’re pregnant.” Her eyes widened, and she just looked at him for what seemed like minutes of not speaking. “ _ _?” When he called her name, she came to reality. “Oh my god! I think you’re right. How did this even happen?” Eisuke smirked, “I can show you how if you want?” She kicked him from under the table. “Stop it. This is serious! I’m on birth control.” She looked at him again. “Why are you so calm?!”

He sighed, “Birth control isn’t completely effective in preventing pregnancy. We’d have to use a condom in tandem with birth control, but why would we do that? We’re only sleeping with each other. What does it matter anyway? I can take care of you and the baby. That’s no problem. It just means I get to see the efforts of our lovemaking with your swollen womb. To think we made life. Feels special, don’t you think?” She beamed. “Come here, baby.”

She walked over towards him and pulled her down to sit on his lap, and he put his hand on her stomach and kissed her cheek. “Don’t be scared, be excited. Take joy in the fact that you are growing a life. That’s what you deserve, don’t think of this as a bad thing.” She smiled, “Of course, I would be excited, but you talk about it as if I am. We don’t know till I take a test.” He kissed her again on the temple. “Because you are; I don’t need some silly test to tell me something I already know.” She rolls her eyes at his arrogance.

“Okay, Eisuke. Cause you’re a doctor now? Aren’t I supposed to feel sick?” Eisuke sits back and crosses his arms. “If you’re so concerned, maybe we should call Luke here? Would that make you feel better?” She pondered for a moment. “So indecisive” He picked up his phone, calling Luke without waiting for her answer.

Not long after Eisuke hangs up the phone, there’s a knock at the door. Eisuke gets up and answers it, and Luke steps in with a bag of medical supplies. He places the bag on the counter and looks at both Eisuke and _ _ _. “So what can I do for you?” You cross your arms. “Sexy bones?” He reads your body language. Eisuke clears his throat and stands up. “I need you to see if she’s pregnant.” Luke’s eyes go wide, and he gasps. “Were you trying? I had no idea.” She shakes her head. “No,” Luke smiles, “Accidents are always fun too.” He picks up his bag. “Let’s go in the bedroom so I can examine you.” She nods, following Luke.

Moments later, she walks out with Luke remaining completely quiet. Eisuke looks at her. “What happened?” Eisuke asks. _ _ _ silently sits down, and Luke walks up to Eisuke putting his hand on his shoulder and lowering his voice to a whisper, “She’s pregnant, and she’s scared. It would be best if you were supportive. Stress can affect the baby.” Eisuke nods, and Luke pats him on the shoulder. He takes out a prescription pad. “I’m going to give you a prescription for some prenatal vitamins.” He says as he writes, “Also, let me know if you start feeling nauseous. If you can’t keep food down, I can prescribe something for the nausea, but you might be lucky and not feel sick at all.” He smiles as he hands her the prescription. She takes it, looks at the prescription, and looks at Eisuke worriedly. Luke smiles again, picks up his bag, and leaves the suite, shutting the door behind him.

She turns away from Eisuke, “I’m going back to bed.” She set the prescription on the table and walked to the bedroom, wrapping herself under the blankets. Eisuke followed not long after, not wanting her to shut him out. He sat on his side of the bed, crossing his legs at the ankles. He lifted the blanket so he could see her face. Seeing tears falling. He furrows his brow, and uncovers her head, then lays down so he is level with her. “Do you not want the baby?” He asked as he stroked her hair. “It’s not that. I want to keep it. Of course, I’ll keep it. What if I’m not a good mother? I have no idea how to raise a child. I’ve never really been around children.” His face relaxes. “I think this is a normal fear, but I also think your instincts will tell you how to do the rest. You’re going to be a great mother. You are caring and kind. How could you not be?”

She wiped her eyes. “I don’t know why I’m so upset, it was bound to happen eventually, but I’m really upset.” Eisuke smiled tenderly at her, “It’s probably hormones, baby.” He kissed the top of her head. “Turn over” She gave him a confused look. “Just do it” She turned on her side so her back faced Eisuke, and he rubbed her back soothingly. “You’ll get through this because I will be here every step of the way. Now close your eyes. You need to rest.”

[luvvampz]

rules !

here are my rules for this blog (hopefully the format is good lmaooo)

When requesting be polite! I'm a human behind the screen just like you

2. Don't be rushing me to do your request. Im a full time student with mental health issues that tend to drain my motivation.

3. If your requesting for a fic, headcanons, drabble, one shot, SMAU, etc. Don't ask for a heavily detailed y/n who is 3'2, 4 pounds, a blonde messy bun. Unless it's important to the plot example, (y/n who has an ed and gets help because character saw their low weight)

4. I'll take emoji anons you just have to ask !

𝙏𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 !

-Smut (I'll do suggestive stuff but not full blown fucking)

-incest (ew.)

-yandere (just not my cup of tea)

-non-con (if you like this get tf off my page)

-cheating (js feels icky for me)

𝙏𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 !

-Fluff

-Angst

-Angst with comfort

-Y/n who does sh or has an ed (it must end with comfort/fluffy ending.)

-Disabled y/n

-Neurodivergent y/n

𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 !

-Sally face

-Marvel

-Dc (batfam and villains)

-My hero academia

-Call of duty

-Jujutsu Kaisen

-Obey me!

-Card Captor Sakura

-Harry potter

-Avatar the last Airbender

-Kissed by the baddest bidder

-Masquerade kiss

[theclementinediaries]

Commissions

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What I Will Write

OC x OC

OC x Canon

Canon x Canon

Gore

Angst

What I WONT Write

NSFW/Smut

Incest

Age gaps

Pedophilia

Fandom's

Note that I will pretty much write for any fandom even the ones that aren't listed here, you just have to give me information about the source material so I can be well acquainted with it and give me some time as well. These are just the fandoms that I'm familiar with and know very well, and would take the shortest time to write for.

Tears of Themis

Reverse: 1999

Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Diabolik Lovers

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Slots

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[the-voltage-diaries]

I’ll Stay by Your Side, Every Night - Soryu Oh

For our very own, @joaxotome​; one of the sweetest, kindest, and most amazing humans I have had the honour to meet. I don’t think I write Soryu that well, because the last Soryu piece I wrote was over a year ago lmao, but I tried. I hope you like this, Joanne. Thank you for being such an amazing ball of energy who can cheer anyone up in a mere few seconds. Love you. <3

Also, since you said you love yourself some angst to love, I tried to make it come true. Cheers to me writing better Soryu fics, hahaha.

This one’s for the discord exchange, and I’d just like to take a moment to thank our very own @voltage-vixen​ for hosting this beautiful event <3!!

TW: Angst (with fluff... or so I hope.) This work is based around the ideas of abuse; mental, emotional, physical. If you are in any way uncomfortable with that, do not read this. 

“Are you going to cry now?” He smirks, his eyes glinting in a way that make the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

All I see is black as my eyelids force shut, not wanting to look at his face for a second longer, too scared to think about what will happen to me if I do.

“Hahaha,” he laughs and I sense him bending low, his face coming closer to mine. “Look at you, scared and shivering like the mess you are.” I shift uncomfortably, feeling his breath creating warm spots on my neck as his voice lowers, almost down to a whisper, “You asked for it, baby.”

“Ugh!” I jolt, my groan muffled against the cloth stuffing my mouth when I feel his fingers stroke the sides of my waist, teasing, testing the waters.

And then, before I know it, his palm comes to rest on my chin and in one swift motion his fingers pull out the dirty piece of fabric gagging me. My eyes burn with unshed tears at the pain in my mouth, caused by the sudden pull, and I take a deep breath, refusing to admit defeat in front of this bastard.

It’s okay. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I’ll survive. I know I will. At least I hope I will.

“Baby,” he purrs, almost as if coaxing me, “Open those beautiful eyes of yours for me, won’t you?”

My breathing shallows and goosebumps show up on my skin at the nickname, the way he calls out to me in that god forsaken voice.

His rugged fingertips graze the corners of my jaw, almost as if luring me back into him, back into that web of pain, lies and suffering. “Look at me,” he whispers, and I shiver at the tilt in his tone, reminding me of the days when things between us started to go awry. “Don’t worry Joanne, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Just as his fingers tighten around my jaw, I hear the sound of a mobile ringing. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, and my sigh of relief goes unnoticed. I hear his footsteps as they back off and walk in the direction of the device which refuses to stop ringing.

My guess is that he picks up the incoming call, because no sooner than his feet stop do I hear him let out a muted, “What is it?” Again, I hear his footsteps move away, and then a door opens, and then it shuts. And then? Complete silence.

My uneven breaths echo in the silence so eerie you would hear it if a snail moved.

As I try to calm myself down, my mind chooses the worst distraction it possibly could have; my past with this man.

When did we become like this? Why did we become like this? What went wrong?

We had started off on such good terms. Both of us were madly in love. He was the perfect boyfriend; he would take me out on dates, message me constantly, shower me with his love, call me nicknames, spend time with me... or so I thought.

About a year into our relationship I realised how badly had I fucked up. I realised how blind I was to the changes in his behaviour; the way I didn’t notice how him taking me out on dates turned into him forcing me out when I didn’t want to go, just to show me off as his trophy girlfriend, how his constant messaging turn into something obsessive, how him showering me with his love turned into showering me with his abuses, how calling me nicknames turned into calling me a whore or a slut whenever I so much as even looked at someone else, the gender didn’t matter, how him spending time with me turned into him gluing himself to my side, never once leaving me.

Always on the look-out for when I’d commit even the slightest of errors. Because then he would unleash all his names, curses, abuses at me; making me feel like I didn’t deserve to be loved.

Well, maybe I didn’t.

Over time, those curses and abuses turned physical as he turned more violent, slapping me or beating me up for even the most minor of mistakes. Those verbal slurs turned emotional, making me feel like I didn’t deserve to be alive. Hah, what a cheeky little failure.

“Heh,” I scoff at myself, laughing at how naive I was to not realise when our love turned into something that would make most people sick to their core.

What makes me feel the most miserable about our past is that I allowed myself to be used and abused. Even when he didn’t reply to my texts, ignored me for days sometimes, and clearly had stopped even so much as glancing my way... I still hadn’t given up.

Not until that one fateful day when I saw him. In my bed. With not just one, but two bloody women.

Silly girl, one of his sex friends had said, smirking in all her naked glory, can’t you see the truth right in front of you? This is his little kingdom, and you’re not the queen anymore.

“Argh,” I groan, my thoughts coming back to the present when I feel my bound wrists numb with pain at a tear in the thin skin that covers them. Rolling my shoulders to forget about the pain for the time being, I pull at the rope tying my wrists behind my back, in futile hopes that it would come loose.

“Ah, I always loved the feisty side you hid underneath all that cute drama.”

I jump and my body freezes in its spot, my eyes widening at the proximity of his voice.

In my peripheral vision I see his face, his chin coming to rest on my shoulder with him standing right behind me.

When did he come back?

“While you were too busy reminiscing about the beautiful bubble you had created for yourself with me,” he chuckles, as if reading my mind. Looking at the way my eyes refuse to un-widen, he continues, “You were always easy to read. Now weren’t you, Joanne?”

“Why are you doing this?” I whisper, my head bent, refusing to stay up any longer.

“Because, Joanne,” he starts, a lewd smirk lining his face when I let out a choked sob on the use of my name, “I want you to have your epiphany.”

“My what?” I ask, looking up at him, wondering if I heard him right.

“Your epiphany,” he repeats. I feel the throbbing in my wrists relax as the ropes slowly come undone, surprising me. He slowly walks around me, coming to a stop just in front of me. My heart only pounds faster when I catch the glint of the knife in his hands. “I want you to realise what a useless little bitch you are without me in your life. Nobody loves you, kitten. Nobody did, nobody would.”

“Stop...” I whisper, bowing my head in defeat, trying to mute out all his words in an attempt to stop them from having their effect on me.

“You, Joanne, are a pretty little good for nothing.” He smiles, his palm resting on my shoulders. “Your friends run away from you, your peers refuse to talk to you. Ever wondered why?”

No, Joanne. Don’t listen. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. Every thing will be fine. Just breathe.

“Because, oh darling,” he murmurs, dragging the knife’s tip up my neck, slowly, “you are so very broken and no one cares to notice.”

“I trusted you,” I say, finding the courage to meet his eyes from god-knows-where. I meet his challenging gaze head on, trying to sound as angry and frustrated as I feel, “I trusted you so much.”

“Well then you can’t exactly blame me, can you? It was your mistake.”

“What the fuck do you want?!” I yell, immediately regretting it when I see how his smile turns from teasing to predatory.

“What do I want?” He mutters, bringing his face so close to mine I can feel his disgusting breath on my lips. He drags the tip of the knife lower... and lower... and lower, until it reaches my abdomen.

I can’t think.

“You want to know what I want, Joanne?”

I can’t breathe.

"I want so many things," he whispers. "I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time." 

His eyes hold me still, as if commanding me to stay where I am.

His fingers graze the hem of my top and he says, "I want this up." He tugs on the waist of my pants and says, "I want this down." He touches the tips of his fingers to the sides of my body and mutters, "I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it's racing because of me, because you want me. 

And then I hear the sound of something sharp piercing skin, and the sound of blood oozing out. My eyes slowly travel down to look at my waist where the knife rests, buried deep in my body.

Because you never, " he breathes and pulls me up to him, and looking up, in the depths of his eyes I see the formation of something that makes me lose my mind, "never want me to stop. I want every second. I want every inch of you. I want all of it." He smirks, pushing the knife deeper into me as his fingers come to rest on my chest, where I feel my heart pound, "I want your soul."

And I drop dead, all over the floor.

“Joanne?” I hear a voice call out my name. It’s almost distant. Almost.

All I see is pitch black as I feel my heart pound out of control and my body grow hot.

“Joanne, love,” The voice says, insistent, and it’s as if my body automatically relaxes a little at the familiarity of it. “Can you hear me? Wake up, baby.”

I feel the urge to reach out and grab at the voice, and so I do. I stretch out a hand into the darkness that surrounds me, in the hopes of grasping on to something, not knowing what it is.

“JOANNE, WAKE UP!” I sense someone’s fingers curl around mine, grabbing my outstretched hand, and pulling me towards a strong, warm chest, immediately jolting me awake.

“Wha-What?” I whisper, not quite catching up with what is going on. All I see in front of me is a navy blue hoodie, covering a broad, strong frame, and I look up to meet a familiar pair of eyes, as calming and deep as the ocean.

“Hi,” he says, giving me a relieved smile. But for some reason, while my body calms down, my mind delves right back into the state of panic as I feel my nightmare overlapping with my reality.

“Get away from me!” I yell, pushing him away, and jump away from the bed, running to the opposite end of the room.

“Joanne?” He calls out, his eyes widening in surprise, maybe not expecting me to run away. Oh no, maybe I angered him. Maybe he will beat me up now. Oh no.

“Don’t take my name!” I say, covering my ears. I can still hear his voice ringing in my head, letting my name out from his sickening lips.

He gets out from the bed, slowly, steadily, and looks at me with a warm, comforting gaze, “It’s me, Joanne. It’s Soryu.”

“S-Soryu?” I murmur, slowly looking up to meet his eyes. I try to calm my ragged breathing down as I gradually start registering what is going on. But the moment he takes a step towards me, I immediately jump back.

“Love,” he coaxes, “at least let me clean you up. You’re all sweaty.”

Wait. I am?

It’s when he says that do I notice the state I am in; my face wet with tears, my body sticky with sweat and my fingers trembling with fear.

‘... Joanne, I���m not going to hurt you.’

“Come here,” Soryu says, opening his arms for me.

“Why?”

“Just come here,” he mumbles, taking a step forward.

“No!” I shout, stopping him in his tracks as I flinch away. “You’re going to hit me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Joanne.”

“I’ve heard those words before.”

He looks at me, his hair still a mess, and in that moment in the pale moonlight he looks more handsome and more human than I have ever seen him. “I guess I’m asking you to trust me,” he says, opening his arms wide, once again, for me to fall into. 

I stand there, shaking in fear for a moment, but when I see his deep, grey orbs look at me with so much longing and care, I finally start to take slow, deliberate steps towards him.

Within a few steps, I fall into his strong embrace, letting it consume me and make me forget about whatever I dreamed of.

When his fingers comfortingly start stroking my back with extreme patience and give me that sense of security I was so desperately searching for is when the dam breaks and all the tears I had been holding in rush out.

He stands there, silent as a graveyard, patting my back in a rhythmic pattern, not once judging.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask not being able to think of an answer myself.

“Doing what?” He murmurs, his voice muffled by my hair as he rests his mouth against my head, kissing the spot before staying there.

“Treating me like a person,” I whisper.

“I’m doing this because,” he starts, pulling away to look in my eyes. His fingers gently grab my chin, guiding my face towards his, to make sure our eyes are locked, “I love you, Joanne.”

My lips form a smile when I realise how much he means every one of his words. “I love you too, Soryu.”

He smiles, his fingertips stroking my cheek, patient. His other arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“What are you thinking?” I ask, my fingers reaching up to play with the soft fabric of his hoodie.

“I’m thinking of how I want-” he stops when he sees my face go pale.

‘I want your soul.’

“Never mind what I want,” he whispers, effectively stopping me from going too far into my nightmares again. “What do you want?”

“You.”

I suck a breath, surprising myself at how I don’t even waste a second to say it to him.

Always you.

“Love,” he brings his face closer to mine, his voice low, “You already have all of me.”

I gasp at the amount of emotion in his voice, the ineffable level of care those eyes hold for me, and he bends lower, his lips almost touching mine.

“May I?” he asks...

... when he doesn’t need to. I smile, gently standing on my tip-toes and pressing our lips together.

[violetpiscesprincess]

Hurt

Eisuke Ichinomiya x MC

Request from Anon: Hi! Could you do #16 with Eisuke please? Prompt: “What do you want me to do??” “GIVE ME MY LIFE BACK!” Warnings: Angst

The penthouse suite was silent as I sat on the oversized bed, waiting for the owner of the bed to come back. The owner of the hotel. The owner of me. He had left a few hours ago, claiming he had business to attend to, and I hadn’t heard anything from him since. I wasn’t sure how many hours he had been gone, it could range from two to four hours, but my mind was too clouded of thoughts about him to take notice of the clock. Everything I did in my life was for Eisuke Ichinomiya, he is in my life so much that even when he’s not with me he’s stuck in my mind. Which I’m positive is his doing, he can do pretty much anything you can imagine. Money and power gives him the ability to control nearly every aspect of his own life and those around him. I wonder what business he is doing, he very rarely tells me where he’s going or what he is planning. Its most probably illegal but I have resigned myself to the fact most of the things he and the other auction managers do are illegal. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing, I glance up and see the man whose riddled in my thoughts looking at me with a blank expression on his face.

He strode over to the bed, stopping in front of me and taking my chin in his hand, lifting it up so that we made eye contact. “Why didn’t you answer my phone calls?” His voice was harsh, making his words sound cut throat. I let out a soft sigh, glancing over at my phone sitting on his bedside table.

“I fell asleep…” I lie, the truth was, I didn’t want to talk to him. Before he had left we had argued over a dress he had picked out for me to wear to the next I.V.C. I hate the dress but he argues that it’s not up to me to love it or hate it, I must wear it.

“That’s not good enough. You know you must answer within 3 rings when I call you.” He narrowed his eyes at me and his lips curled up into a small smirk. “You need to be punished. But I’m feeling kind. So, I will allow you to tell me where you want me to touch you first.” He let go of my chin and shrugged off his suit jacket, throwing it onto the chair beside the bed. I let out a sigh, closing my eyes to avoid tears spilling onto my cheeks. This is not what I want to happen. For months on end now, Eisuke has been using me as his toy with the excuse that he owns me. I have no idea if he cares for me or not, which is driving me insane. Yes, he treats me well sometimes, and he’s never physically hurt me. But sometimes hurting someone mentally and emotionally can be worse than harming them physically. My silence had annoyed him, and he clicked his tongue impatiently. “___ Hurry up and answer me. What do you want me to do?” This tipped me over the edge, and I couldn’t hold onto my feelings or my tears anymore, both slipping out.

“GIVE ME MY LIFE BACK!” My words came out louder than I anticipated, tears rolling down my cheeks leaving a cold sensation in their path. I was surprised to see Eisuke flinch at my outburst, not having suspected that something like that would surprise the cold heart man. His eyebrows pulled together in a frown and he took a step away from me.

“Give me back the 20 million I spent on you and I will give you your life back.” He growled, turning on his heel and storming over to the door, walking through it and slamming it behind him.

Your hands came up to your face, soft sobs falling against your palms trying to mask the sounds of your broken heart. You couldn’t help it when you fell in love with him, but you also couldn’t help wishing that you had never been sold at that auction. You often wondered what your life would have been like had you chosen one of the other auction managers to have bought you when you had the option. Your hands came down from your face and you watched the door, hoping that the man you loved would come back through the door any minute now. You wanted to stay with him but the emotional turmoil he put you through wasn’t worth it. Little did you know that Eisuke’s heart had broken in two when you had snapped at him, asking for your life to be given back to you. His love for you was something he could never show you, him not knowing how to love someone without hurting them. He sat down on the couch in the living room, putting his head in his hands. The question playing on his mind whether he should let you go. Keeping you meant hurting you more, letting you go meant hurting himself more. For once the man who could do anything, didn’t have an answer for his problem.

[mithology-marveloholick]

Me: You were always better than me, I could never beat you at anything

My fav fictional character: I am better than you!

Me: THEN WHY WERE YOU SO EASY TO HURT?!

[imyourmumloser]

Trash to Treasure - Eisuke Ichinomiya x reader

Chapter One

Chapter 2 3 4

This is angsty at first but gets better in the end I guess. Ignore any errors :)

TW: Contains death at the start and some dark and possibly depressing thoughts at some points.

My feet pounded against the ground and my lungs burned and ached at the lack of oxygen I was getting. I looked like I had lost my mind due to the mascara that made it way down my cheeks.

Please be okay!

The hospital soon filled my vision. The sprint there felt like decades yet it was only a few minutes. Ambulances lines the outside of the large building. I legged it through the automatic doors which I almost ran into from how slow they opened. I scanned the room for the main desk before swiftly making my way over and spitting out my mothers name. After receiving the information I needed to find her I made my way deeper into the labyrinth of a hospital.

My eyes glazed at every name plate outside the patient rooms before I finally recogniced my own last name. I shoved the door open and the tears that had barely stopped started again.

'She could die. Please dont die. I need you. Please, you're all I have.' My thoughts were wordless as the sobbing that echoed from me suppressed any words that tried to escape me.

I dropped beside her bed holding her hand. Her body was pale and skin clammy. My once strong mother who stood tall before me was lying lifeless in front of my own eyes and I couldn't handle it. More tears raced down my face and I could bare the sight so seeing her like this.

"Y/n?"

Her voice was quiet and hoarse. My heartstrings tugged as I struggled to look at her.

"Ma, please you cant die," I pleaded as if she could do something about her condition but the sad truth was that she couldn't.

"You're a strong girl, I know you'll be fine," she said with a sad smile.

"Dont say that. I need you, ma, please," I begged once more. "I swear I'll make whoever did this to you pay!" I cried harder at the thought. They're recklessness was about to take away the only person I had left away from me.

"They've suffered enough, y/n. I want you to focus on carrying out my will," she said softly.

"No! I wont. You cant die so I dont have to carry out your will. You'll live... please just live," I trailed off as more warm droplets fell from my bloodshot eyes.

My dear y/n,

Everything went blurry with my vision and before I knew it I had lost all of my family as I lay numbly in my bed for the 4th day straight. I stared at my mothers will, blankets wrapped around my body like a burrito.

If you're reading this it means I've passed on to my next life. I wish I could stay with you forever but unfortunately it was never going to be possible for me to do so. As alone as you feel right now you're not. Go the the address on the other side of the letter and look for Eisuke Ichinomiya then tell him you're my daughter. I love you more than life itself my darling daughter, please dont let me dying ruin you. You're filled with potential so flourish and I know you can improve the life of many despite the challenges you've faced and continue to face.

Love, mum.

I barely wanted to exist. I didnt want to feel this pain. Why did she have to leave? I wanted to give up. The thoughts spiraled more and more. My eyes watered once more but before the tears fell a vibration brought me out of my darkness. I shook the thoughts away as I stared at the phone that I had buzzed with a notification from the news app; some celeb got engaged. Life goes on despite my misery. People were out there moving forward, living life and being happy.

Only then had I realised what I had come to. I was spiraling and didnt realise it despite how obviously my will had given out. I couldn't carry out the most simple of tasks. The thought of my mother seeing me like this hurt me more than words could describe.

I cant let her down or hurt her. She put so much effort into helping me. Throwing it all away and betraying her will would break me. The only thing she wanted was for me to be happy. She was never selfish and I need to carry this task out.

I dragged my body out of bed and slowly made my way to the shower. Gagging at the stench that had developed over the past days, I stripped and got dressed. The only thing keeping me going was the motivation to carry out my mothers wishes. It didnt seem like a lot but it was enough to get me ready for day that was to come.

Before I knew it I was squinting at the bright light that bombarded my sight as I left the house where my mother and I used to reside happily.

After adjusting to the light I plugged in my earphones and followed the directions on my phone while repeating my motives for this mission.

Before I knew it I stood in front of a luxurious hotel. I suddenly felt under dressed and small in comparison to the fancy people walking with their head held high in the grand lobby. This place was high end and I had no idea how or why my mother would send me to a place like this. Maybe the address is wrong. However, come to think of it Ichinomiya did sound familiar. I doubt she could know anyone famous though. She would have bragged about it non stop surely. She wouldn't play some sick prank on me either, would she? No, I trust her. This must be the right place.

An aggressive throat clearing caught my attention. A tall brunette stood before my with glaring hazel eyes.

"Is there a reason your in front of my hotel?" He practically growled. If looks could kill I would be with my mother in the next life right now.

"S-sorry. I'm just looking-" before I could finish my sentence he had moved on but before he left he ensured to tell me to stop littering in front of his hotel. Littering? Did he just call me trash?!

"Stuck up bitch," I mumbled loud enough for only me to hear. I turned back to the hotel questioning whether to go in at this point especially after getting insulted by the owner himself.

Weighing the pro and cons in my head I was once again disrupted by this time by my stomach rumbling. I had barely eaten the past few days from grief and it I definitely didnt intend on looking for someone I didnt even know on an empty stomach. With that I wandered to the nearest cafe and ordered something to eat and drink.

As I sat down with my food, I started planning how to tackle this as the name Ichinomiya resurfaced in my mind. Why was it familiar?

Did I go to school with an Ichinomiya? I dont think I did. So I did what any other person would do.

I pulled my phone out as I sipped my drink every now and again. My fingers tapped away quickly into the google search bar. Several results came up. The words billionaire and CEO came up on my screen. Why the hell did ma tell me to look for this dude? Well maybe he wont be that hard to find I thought as I checked the images while taking one final sip of my drink. The pictures loaded and the liquid that was previously in my mouth now scattered the walls. Several eyes glanced and glared at me yet their judgement meant nothing compared to the man I saw on my screen.

Looks like I already found Eisuke Ichinomiya and I dont think we were fond of each other in the slightest.

[voltage-vixen]

Soryu’s Slain Sweetheart (Request)

(WARNING! This is very angsty. Read at your own risk.)

Going out to enjoy breakfast with your loved one is supposed to be a treat, thought Soryu. What started off as a peaceful date, ended up in a tragedy for the two lovers.  He was sitting by MC’s bedside in the hospital wishing, hoping, begging, and praying that she would wake up. His friends and some of the men from the dragons stopped by to offer their support and condolences, but he shooed them away. Even Luke was sent out of the room, when he tried to prepare Soryu for any possible outcomes. Soryu just wanted to be alone with MC. The beeps coming from the machines helping keep MC alive, were a grim reminder of what had happened earlier that morning.

The day started off normal, except Soryu had tried to cook breakfast for MC for once. Needles to say, cooking had never been one of his strong suits and he caused a mini explosion in the kitchen. MC had run out of the bedroom when she heard the noise and laughed when she saw Soryu standing there covered in egg, after making sure he was first ok. God, how he would give anything to hear her laugh again, Soryu thought to himself as he continued to recall the events leading up to now. She had suggested they go out to eat for a change, and Soryu happily agreed as they held hands all the way to the restaurant. They enjoyed a tranquil meal as they planned what they were going to do the rest of the evening after the auction.

After Soryu had settled the bill, they left the restaurant and stopped at a nearby store so MC could get a new dress for the night’s auction. Soryu didn’t even think MC realized just how gorgeous she was as she stepped out of the fitting room and gave a small twirl while asking for his opinion. Taken aback by her beauty, he reassured her just how gorgeous she was, and dragged her back into the fitting room so he could show her just how much she turned him on. Would that be the last time he ever felt her soft lips on his, he wondered miserably as the memories continued to play on in his mind. He had no idea the horror that had been awaiting them as they left the dress shop.

Everything happened so quickly, parts of the scene were still a blur to Soryu. All he really remembered was hearing gunshots, as his first instinct was to tackle MC to the ground and cover her with his body.

He recalled feeling the blood drain from his face, as he saw the blood spill from her’s. Soryu held MC frozen in fear once he realized she had been shot in the head. A passerby screamed for helped, as someone called for an ambulance. Despite the chaos surrounding them, he wept as he held her in his arms, and refused to let go of her even after the ambulance arrived. Soryu stayed by her side throughout the ride to the hospital, and even when the doctors working on her tried to kick him out, he refused to leave. The doctors had managed to stabilize MC, but they weren’t very optimistic about her recovery.

Soryu knew how strong MC was, and he refused to ever abandon hope that would indeed make a full recovery one day. He swore he would wait for her if he needed too and would always continue to love her regardless of any lasting conditions she may develop. “I love you more than you will ever know MC. Please come back to me soon.” Sensing a small squeezing sensation in his hand, Soryu looked down only to see the slight movement had come from MC’s hand. He was about to call for a nurse, when the machines started to beep more rapidly, and the monitors started to flash. A swarm of doctors and nurses ran into the room and told him he had to leave. Soryu declined their request, and suddenly Eisuke and Luke had entered the room to escort him to the waiting room.

Soryu started to pull his gun out of his suit jacket and threaten them, when Luke calmy stated, “You have to give the doctors room to work Soryu. They are doing everything they can in their power to help sexy bones. You have to give them a chance.” Eisuke sat in silence but gestured for Soryu to join him in the chairs. The mobster knew his friends were right, and he sighed as he sat down besides them. Unable to stay sitting, Soryu jumped up and was pacing back and forth around the waiting room. After what seemed like a lifetime of waiting, one of the doctors finally came out to the waiting room.

Soryu rushed over to the doctor and asked in a concerned tone, “How is she?” The doctor hesitated momentarily before proceeding. “I’m sorry sir. Her injuries were extensive, and we did everything in our capability to try and save her, but I’m afraid she’s gone.” Soryu felt his mind go blank as the world around him slowly started to fade away. He punched the wall and started screaming. This wasn’t real life; this was a just a horrible nightmare he was having, Soryu told himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Luke speaking with the doctor, and Eisuke was talking on the phone to someone. How could they all be so calm about this? Luke had approached Soryu and put his hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for your loss Soryu. I know how important sexy bones was to you.” Soryu pushed him away and roared, “Her name was MC!”

Grabbing his gun, he stormed out the door of the hospital. “I swear I will find the son of a bitch that did this to you MC, and I will make them wish they had never been born.” The mafia man vowed he would avenge the love of his life, if it was indeed the last thing he would ever do.

[thedevillord-writes]

Pandora - Worth

"Anything worth having is worth fighting for"

-Susan Elizabeth Phillips

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Coming to an event like so without Eisuke felt odd. She recognised every face but for once, she was not greeting them for business. Times like this, however, reminded Haruka of the harsh reality that she did not belong. As she watched the socialites, she could not help but wonder what it was like to be in their world. Wearing a limited edition dress of an exclusive brand, only to discard it after one wear. Showing off their one and only branded bags but only seen carrying it at the event. Drinking wine like it was water, wine that she would not be able to afford even with her current salary. The more she observed, the more she felt out of place.

A tap on the shoulder snapped her back to reality and Yosuke handed her a glass of white wine, nodding to the other man joining. Haruka recognised the man instantly: Nakahara Yuu. Although with no business relations, she had seen him at such events enough times to know him well. On several occasions, Eisuke was seen speaking with him though they never formed a partnership. He was one of the few people whom Eisuke could tolerate and actually had compliments for. He was a warm person, always greeting with a smile and treated most people like friends and families rather than just associates. The only word that she could think of to describe him was 'grandpa'.

Holding her hand out for a shake, Mr. Nakahara took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. There were times when she felt disgusted by such a greeting but never by Mr. Nakahara. He never lingered, never held her hand for more than necessary.

"Just the person I've been looking for. You weren't next to Eisuke when he arrived, I thought I wouldn't get to see you today. Thanks to this young man, I can sleep well tonight with no worries."

"I'm not sure if catch your meaning, sir."

"I can't make a decision regarding a business, and I need your opinion."

Many had tried to take advantage of Haruka before. They knew of her extensive research regarding anything and everything, as long as it was relevant to Eisuke's work. In the business world, information was far more valuable than any power or money. One simple information overlooked could be the end of one's company. Eisuke did his best to protect her from the vultures and Haruka had learnt how to evade such a situation.

Mr. Nakahara, however, was sincere. With Eisuke, he never spoke business. He congratulated Eisuke on all his endeavours, praised him for his natural business mind but that was it. He would talk about Akira and his younger years, his daring moves that set him apart from others and put Ichinomiya Group on top. He especially loved talking about his past, the many wild adventures he went on and those he did not. He was one of those 'Back in my day' people, but his stories were always interesting and never lecturing them about how hard life used to be for them. This was the first time Mr. Nakahara ever asked for business related help and if she was being completely honest, Haruka was a little bewildered.

"M-my opinion?" Haruka asked, double confirming she heard him right. "I don't know much about businesses, Mr. Nakahara. I do the paperwork and research but I have absolutely no idea how to close a deal. Or even make one to begin with."

"Ever the humble woman," Mr. Nakahara smiled, putting a reassuring hand on hers. "You don't know business but you do know companies. You see, I'm looking to invest in power, electricity. I have two companies in mind, both have their strengths and weaknesses, but my board and I can't seem to settle on who has the upper hand between the two. What can you tell me about Synchro-Mana and Abe Electrics?"

Watching Haruka flustering had to be the most entertaining thing in the world. Her expressions changed every two seconds, from confused to shock, from shock to honour, then back to confused. Any other person Yosuke knew would have inflated their ego the second someone paid them a compliment. He was glad he ran into Mr. Nakahara when he did; Yosuke came to this event for him after all. The old man was already looking for her, all Yosuke did was lead the way. Still, depending on her behaviour, Yosuke might be getting one of the most exclusive information he had been after. All for leading the way.

"Abe Electrics is an old company, they've been around for more than seventy years now which means they know what they are doing. Working with them would be very stable and you know for sure that you would be getting quality work. And since they've been around for a while, they would have all the proper connections. The only down side is because the company is senior in the industry, they are traditional. They are very set in their ways and some would say that their techniques and equipment are outdated.

"Synchro-Mana, on the other hand, is a relatively new company. Despite that, their CEO is a very hardworking man and he managed to put them on the market in just three years. Their technologies are all state of the art, and they are full of refreshing ideas. Even as a new company, they are actually leading in renewal energy. The down side to Synchro-Mana, however, is that they are young. There have been rumours regarding attitude and projects being delayed because of new 'better' ideas that they came up with."

"Thank you, Miss Matsuoka."

"I'm not sure if that helped."

"You were of great help," Mr. Nakahara reassured, petting her hand gently. "My secretary will be in touch with you, Yosuke."

With a nod, Mr. Nakahara parted ways with them. Coming to her senses once the man left, Haruka turned to Yosuke with a frown. Why would Mr. Nakahara's secretary be getting in touch with him? She should have known the second she saw Yosuke with the old man. She should have known the reason why he wanted her at this event was not as simple as he needed a date. This was not the first time he used her in such a way, after all.

"You planned this, did you not?"

"I knew Mr. Nakahara would be here tonight, yes," Yosuke nodded. "He's not a very easy man to crack. I've been wanting something from him for a while now, and he kept refusing. Until I found out he wanted to see you," he admitted, shamelessly. "And you did wonderfully! As always, as expected."

"Coming from you, it doesn't sound like a compliment at all. Nor am I appreciating the fact that you're basically pimping me."

"Pimping seems a little harsh. I'd like to describe our relationship as-"

Stopping mid-sentence, Yosuke's attention was suddenly directed elsewhere. He stared intently at the stage, a square platform set up right in the middle of the hall with a grand piano atop. Sat in front of the piano in a pure white dress was the world famous pianist, Kanemoto Misaki. She was playing a piece, very much suiting the atmosphere in the hall. She was barely a few seconds into the piece but just like Yosuke, every person was instantly captivated.

Several times, Eisuke tried to invite her to perform at the I.V.C but the pianist was always too busy. Only two years older than Haruka, she had already done six world tours with each and every concert sold out within half an hour. She started out playing existing pieces then slowly expanded into composing her own. It had been said that she was the musical prodigy of the century. Her music was always simple, not overly decorated with technique yet it had the power to draw the listener in from the very first note to the last.

Though, something else was more intriguing than the pianist's appearance at the event.

The way he was staring at her, the way his eyes softened. His signature mischievous glint was no longer, and she had never seen him so focused before. This was the same Yosuke who regularly tricked her into meeting men she did not ask for. The same Yosuke who had no qualms about conducting background search on strangers without their consent. She never thought she would ever see such a docile Yosuke. An actual human being Yosuke.

She took the chance to step away, to get away from the very scene she needed a break from. Walking out onto the large balcony, she took in a deep breath of fresh air and let it out slowly. No matter how many times she attended these events, she could never get used to them.

"Tired?"

Looking over her shoulder, Haruka found herself bowing slightly to the woman. Sauntering over, Junko joined her by the edge and placed her champagne glass on the ledge. "I didn't know you would be here, Miss Inoue."

"I'm Eisuke's date."

That word never used to bother her. Before Haruka was competent enough, Eisuke brought dates to places too. They would be hooked on his arm all night and he was more than happy to parade them about because it was easier to talk business when there was a beautiful woman to distract the other man. Then Haruka replaced those women. She became his permanent date and he liked it that way; there was no need to entertain her like those women.

If Eisuke brought any other woman, she would not have cared. But Inoue Junko, there was no way she could ever compete with her. Appearance alone, Haruka lost in every way. A model's physique, paired with one of the most beautiful faces around, Haruka was far from her.

"It's good for him, you know, to bring someone else other than his secretary," Junko continued. "After all, a man like Eisuke, it's only logical to pair him with someone who actually fits him. Don't you think?"

"Of course."

"Because what would people think of Eisuke if he were to choose a secretary? Workplace affairs are not unheard of, but to choose a commoner? They would say he's out of his mind. A commoner is never good enough for a blue blood. And a commoner should know their place too. Just because they had a taste of a different world doesn't mean they belong. Do you understand?"

She understood.

Haruka understood every word. They were words she heard all the time, from many women who were determined to get her out of the picture. She heard them so often that she was numb to them. This time, however, every word Junko said felt like a stab straight to her heart.

"That would be Mr. Ichinomiya's choice to make, is it not?" Haruka asked. "Mr. Ichinomiya is not one to care for things like bloodline or background. If you knew him well, you would know that about him."

Her sharp tongue was a skill she had learnt over the years, to fend off all the obnoxious. Over time, she also learnt to enjoy her comebacks and watching the reaction of those snobs when a commoner had rendered them speechless. Even Eisuke found it entertaining and would stand to the side to watch instead of stopping her. But her sharp tongue failed to save her this time.

Anger was evident in Junko's eyes but instead of arguing with her, she picked up the champagne glass and smashed it on the ground before letting out a blood curdling scream. She dropped onto the ground and picked up a broken glass shard. Reacting fast, Haruka reached out to stop Junko only for her to slash her palm with the shard. Before Junko could do anything else, people were already coming out to the balcony.

When he heard the scream, Eisuke looked over to where it came from and quickly lost interest when he saw the crowd by the door. Then he saw Yosuke. He was rushing over to the balcony but Haruka was not with him. He scanned the crowd for her face but she was nowhere to be seen. Without second thoughts, Eisuke started to push through the crowd and there she was, panic written all over her face and her hand bleeding. Just as he was about to run to her, someone caught him by the elbow.

"Eisuke!" Junko cried, putting her head to his chest. "Eisuke, she tried to attack me! I was just trying to talk to her when she threw the champagne glass. She tried to hurt me but I stopped her. It was her!"

"I didn't!" Haruka protested. "She wanted to hurt herself and I tried to stop her. Mr. Ichinomiya, I would never do such a thing."

"Yes you would! Because you are in love with Eisuke and you're jealous that I'm his date!"

Whispers began rippling through the crowd. All those who once complimented Haruka on her hard work, on her dedication, and her good looks, they were now looking at her with judging eyes. No one knew the truth, but they were all standing on Junko's side. She did not need them anyway, she only needed him to believe her. Staring at Eisuke, Haruka waited for him to say he believed her, that Junko was lying.

"She would ne-"

"I don't want to make a big deal out of this, Eisuke. Daddy's not feeling well these few days, I don't want him to worry about me. Let's go before this gets out of hand."

The second she mentioned her father, Eisuke knew what was going on. Junko's father was definitely not a man to mess with, and she knew that Eisuke would not risk his business. Not in public at least. He looked over to Haruka, seeing the desperation in her eyes for his belief. As much as he wanted to run to her side, Eisuke suppressed himself and placed his hands on Junko's shoulder to guide her out.

Watching from the side lines, Yosuke expected Eisuke to run up to Haruka, though he found himself pushing through the crowd when he saw the other man had no intentions of attending to her. As they passed each other, Yosuke stopped Eisuke and glared.

"You're a disappointment. Haruka fell in love with the wrong man."

Without looking back, Yosuke went up to Haruka's side and took her hand in his. The cut on her hand was deep and her bleeding was not stopping, though Haruka seemed to only care about Eisuke who was leaving with another woman. Pulling out a handkerchief, Yosuke pressed it against her cut to try and stop the bleeding but even as he was clumsily dabbing on her wound, Haruka did not react.

"Let's get you to the hospital. This cut is too deep."

"No hospital."

"We have to go, you need to get stitches."

"No hospital."

"You need the hospital, don't be so-"

"No hospital!"

Attention was once again on them when Haruka screamed at him. Yosuke had never seen her like so. When he discovered her background and confronted her, she was angry and upset but she was feisty. She fought back and she made sure that he knew she was not afraid of him. The Haruka now, however, was hysterical. That was the only word Yosuke could think of to describe her. The way she screamed at him, it was too out of character.

Helping her up onto her feet, Yosuke held her other hand and lead the way out of the hotel without another word. There was no talking to her now in her state, but he had to deal with her injury somehow. When the valet brought his car out, Yosuke put her in the passenger seat and drove off; there was only one place he knew to go.

Haruka was silent the entire time. She stared out the window, her hand resting on her lap, but did not say a word. Neither did Yosuke; not when he nearly rear-ended another car at a stoplight, not when he was pretty sure he scratched his car parking, not when he was taking her to the elevator and up to his apartment.

This was the first time he had someone in his apartment. Not even the other guys at Paradiso had set foot in his place. With the nature of his work, keep his private information under wraps after wraps was essential. If they really wanted to know, Yosuke was pretty sure it would not be too hard for the others to find out something on him, especially Taki. Though here, they respected each other. They knew what to ask, and what not to ask. This seemed like the perfect place for her right now.

Searching his entire apartment, Yosuke somehow managed to find the first aid kit that Taki had so kindly provided with the apartment. Sitting her down on the sofa, Yosuke started by taking a look at her hand. The handkerchief he used was soaked through but as he untied it from her hand, he let out a sigh of relief when he saw the bleeding had stopped. Wetting a towel, he cleaned the blood off her hand and around the wound. Then, picking up the disinfectant, he poured some on a cotton pad but his clumsy hand poured some onto her cut instead.

"Shit..."

That much disinfectant on a wound should have the person jumping up and down from the sting. Haruka remained seated on the sofa, her expression unchanging; she did not even flinch. Apologising under his breath, Yosuke continued tending her wound. He took a good hour, cleaning and disinfecting, then carefully stitching up her cut before bandaging it. All the while, Haruka sat silently and emotionless.

"One rainbow, two sugar, three candies, four puppies, and five kisses. Now you are healed."

"What are you doing?"

Just before Yosuke could kiss her fingers while chanting a weird spell, Haruka finally spoke. Looking to her with big eyes, embarrassment was slowly settling and he looked away.

"It's a spell. It's supposed to heal all wounds."

"Can I ask you a question?"

[otomefoxystar]

Consequences of a Secret

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Pairing : Eisuke X (female) MC

Genre: fluff and a bit of angst

Eisuke was not a patient man, but he had been patient with _ _ _. She would turn away from him whenever he tried to heat things up. He started to question if she wanted to be with him at all. He was frustrated and confused, and he was finding it harder and harder to keep his sexual appetite at bay. Sometimes, even during the day, he would have to escape to the bathroom ‘to take care of himself.’ Of course, he would never be unfaithful, but something had to give.

He had had enough. He desired her and wanted to make her entirely his. He took the whole day off to pull out all the stops. Eisuke wasn’t a particularly romantic man, but maybe she just needed the extra nudge. He had the staff set up a perfect aura to make the night perfect, with candlelight illuminating the whole suite, roses scattered across the floor, a wine bottle chilled in ice, chocolate hearts on the nightstands, and a subtle rose incense aroma filling the air.

Eisuke had a pale blue dress delivered to her room, along with some silver heels. Dressed up to the nine’s, she waited for him outside the tres spades. When his limo pulled up, he stepped out, looking quite dashing himself. Dressed more formally than was normal for him, with cuff links that matched her dress perfectly.

Instead of the driver opening her door, Eisuke took the initiative to do it instead. “What is all this for, Eisuke?” He put his hand on her knee. “There doesn’t need to be a reason to dote on my girlfriend, does there?” She smiled with a slight blush, “I suppose not.”

They enjoyed a lovely meal at a high-end restaurant, enjoying the live jazz band on stage. They made idle talk when finally, with full stomachs, they went to the penthouse. He opened the door and motioned for her to go in first. As soon as she stepped into the room, she was overtaken by everything he had prepared. “With alcohol in both their systems, making them both less nervous.” Eisuke smiled and raised her hand, kissing each of her fingertips seductively.

It quickly became evident what his intentions were, and she tried turning away. Eisuke promptly took note of her conflicted expression and stopped. “What is it this time?” She knew she was evading him, and she could tell he was getting frustrated. She needed to tell him.

“It’s not you, Eisuke.” She spoke, feeling the panic rise within her chest.

“If not me, then what? Because I am at a complete loss.” With a guilty conscience, she looked at him

“I know you are, and I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I take responsibility for that.” He searched her eyes and let her continue

She took a deep breath stealing herself, trying to calm her nerves while he waited for her to explain. “I’ve never been with anyone… in that way.” He looked over her features and could tell how difficult this was for her. “In what way, sexually?” She nodded and looked at the floor, feeling ashamed. He put his fingers under her chin, lifting her head to look at him. “You’re a virgin?”

“Yes,” she was so quiet answering. Eisuke’s frustration evaporated. Feeling the weight lift, his expression softened.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? We could have avoided all of this.” She knit her eyebrows together and looked down. “Yes, I know I should have, but I have no experience, and you, well, you’re you.” He arched an eyebrow. “Are you telling me I’m a slut?” She shook her head. “No, it’s just you’ve been with other people, and I have no idea what I’m doing, and I-” She was rambling, so he started comping his fingers through her hair to soothe her. “You’ll learn. With practice, I don’t mind teaching you. We’ll go slow.” She gave him a surprised look. “You’re willing to do that? It doesn’t bother you?” He shook his head with that signature smirk of his. “No, I find it quite alluring. If anything, it makes my claim over you even stronger.” He eyed her taking in the surprised look on her face.

“Let me ask you a question. Is this what’s been holding you back because you thought your inexperience would bother me?” He entwined their fingers together. “I thought it would scare you away, make you think differently of me.” She breathed, a weight lifted now that the truth was finally out in the open.

He brought their hands up and kissed the top of her hand. He smiled, and she was almost offended. “Why are you smiling?” He kissed her forehead. “Because you told me, even though I could tell it was difficult for you. Don’t keep things from me from now on.”

“I won’t.” She gave him a weak smile, and he kissed her lips tenderly. “I won’t do anything you aren’t ready for; however, we don’t have to have sex to pleasure each other… There are other ways.” Before she could process what he was saying. He lifted her up, cradling her in his arms. Walking into the bedroom, Eisuke closed the door behind him with his foot as they entered. He placed her gently on his bed, her head sinking into the pillow. Her heart was pounding so hard that she thought that this was definitely going to kill her. Eisuke began to undo the straps on her shoes, removing them gently and caressing her ankles sensually.

[calwh7]

Someone You Loved - Eisuke Ichinomiya Angst

Sorry but I love seeing him in angsty situations. I am a horrible person (and writer. What can I say it’s three in the morning and inspiration has struck me). When I say inspiration I mean Lewis Capaldis music video for his song someone you loved, which is what I based this off of. Also warning to people, this contains character death and people dealing with grief, and because I’m a shit writer I probably haven’t portrayed it very well, so I apologies. Also it’s really short cuz I just done is in a one go, and the format turned out weird since I write my shit in Wattpad and copy and paste it to a tumblr post. I’m very sorry guys

Link to his MV - https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bCuhuePlP8o

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It wasn’t very often that one found the great Eisuke Ichinomiya using a public transport facility, but today the man in question was sat in the corner of a regular train, destination set to Kobe. If it weren’t for his tell tale celebrity features no one would be able to recognise him. He sat slightly slumped in the corner, his usual casual clothes on and earphones plugged in, leaving him disconnected from the surrounding few people on the train. His face was emotionless to the many people that did not know him, but if you gave him a second glance in the eyes you would see the passive emptiness.

Eisuke was lost in his own thoughts though, reminiscing about earlier times with him and his wife. They were on a trip to Kobe that she had organised herself for the purpose of visiting his sister and her husband, but Eisuke’s wife managed to coax out his brief smiles and fill the day with joyful entertainment. They had stayed in a traditional inn and his wife expressed pure delight at being mistaken for husband and wife, for then they had only recently started dating. Eisuke remembered her smile as he played along with their little charade. It made him happy, content. The night the two of them shared was engraved in his memories, even after twenty-three years.

The train began to slow and a beep accompanied by a cracking voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“We have arrived at Kobe station”

Eisuke got up and sighed, running a hand through his greying hair and departed onto the train platform , still listening to the recurring beat in his headphones. Ba-dum... Ba-dum.

He walked down the bustling streets of Kobe, albeit slower than usual as being an older gentleman of 52, things have started to catch up on him. He knew his destination well. Eisuke’s feet moved automatically though, the only thing keeping him grounded was the rhythmic thump in his earphones. But for the second time that day he was interrupted with a start. He stopped, sniffed the air and recognised a smell that ignited more memories of the Kobe trip him and his wife took. It was the smell of the cake he shared with his wife when they were walking down the street a few hours before they went to his sisters house.

He hadn’t realised, but he had managed to stop right in front of the said shop. Before he even processed what he was doing, he walked straight in there and ordered a slice of chocolate cake, the same kind he shared with his wife all those years ago.

Eisuke took one bite and then proceeded to bin it.

Another deep, calming breath and the volume of his headphones increased, he made his way to his original destination. Eisuke stood face to face with a brown door, connected to a beautiful, modern house.

“Eisuke. Thank you for coming” His younger sister, Yukari, hugged him and he stepped inside the spacious home.

“I know this takes a lot to do, Eisuke, we just want to say thank you. And we hope this helps you too” She have him the briefest of smiles, not sure how to approach her brother in his time of grief.

“Aio is in the living room. I’ll leave you two alone” Yukari kissed him on the cheek and departed without saying another word.

Aoi was the only daughter of Yukari and Daichi, but she was born with a frail heart that later grew into more serious complications. At the age of seventeen she had to have a heart transplant. Aoi, having three older, very boisterous brothers, did not get much attention as a child, other than medical attention that is. Through no fault of her parents, growing up Aoi had always been closest to her Auntie, Eisuke’s wife, and with his wife not able to have children of her own, she became somewhat of a second mother to Aoi, always supporting her through her treatment and the daily struggles of a teenager. This also led to Eisuke’s wife becoming an organ donor.

“Uncle Eisuke, how have you been doing?” Aoi managed to barely whisper to her uncle through her chocked tears.

“I’m fine”.

They both stared at the ground. Eisuke kept a strong grip on the headphones in his pocket.

“Aunties heart is doing really good. Now that it’s one year post-op, I’ve been given the all clear” Aoi raises her head to peek at her uncles expression which remained as unreadable as ever.

“Aoi. You know your Auntie loved you. She would do anything to see you happy” Eisuke finally looked up from the floor to stare directly into his nieces eyes, unwavering.

“Yes...I loved her too” She swallowed thickly. A tear had managed to escape and was cascading down her left cheek.

“I’ll see you later Aoi. Please visit your Aunties grave again soon” Eisuke stood up, bowed slightly and left, unable to handle the gruesome atmosphere in which he stared at his beloved niece who held a piece of his wife. The only living piece left.

Hurrying out of the house, he took no time in calling a chopper to take him back to Tokyo, where his stone cold penthouse suit was waiting for him.

This was the bittersweet slumber of the great Eisuke Ichinomiya, blessed in his dreams replaying the memories of his late wife, but later waking to a cold bed with stacked pillows to one side, and crisp bed sheets that did not smell like her anymore.

[the-voltage-diaries]

“How long have you been covering that up?!” - Eisuke Ichinomiya [Request]

For @leoamber66​

TW: Angst, self harm.

Mind is a funny thing. So are nightmares.

“I’m so sorry, Yuki,” I whisper, getting up from the bed. It’s 2:39 AM and she is fast asleep, as she should be.

She moves a little as I start to walk away and I pause, looking back to see if I woke her up. A sigh of relief leaves my mouth when I notice her still, breathing form.

Nightmares are a common occurrence when it comes to me. But what’s not common is the frequency at which they occur, and how deeply they have started to take a toll on me.

I’m reminded of all the times I nearly lost Yuki everytime one of those nightmares occur. Which is practically every night, at this point.

Of course, I haven’t told Yuki about them. Or the other guys, for that matter. I’d be too much of a bother.

During the day, I keep everything under the wraps and behave how I normally would. Even when Yuki and I make love, I make sure to turn off the lights. She doesn’t need to worry herself over this.

But at night, when I know everyone is asleep, I let myself be vulnerable. Open to dark thoughts. Free to let my nightmares color my mind black.

I open the door to the restroom, taking a deep breath.

I shouldn’t be doing this. Turn around and go back to Yuki, Eisuke.

My hand grips the doorknob a little tighter as mind my mind starts to race.

But what about all those times Yuki got hurt? What about all those times you were a little late to save her, hm?

I lift my head up, my eyes meeting the ones in my reflection on the mirror.

No. Don’t do this. Not again.

My eyes start looking everywhere but at my own reflection, as if looking at it would eat me alive. Maybe it would.

Don’t you think you should punish yourself for inflicting so much trauma on the woman you “love”? Hah.

I close my eyes and let out a sigh, making up my mind.

I close the door behind me, and walk towards the cabinet beside the mirror.

Bending down, I open the third drawer. My hand goes in to pick up the all-too-familiar object, at this point; the lighter.

“One last time,” I murmur, placing the lighter on the top of the cabinet. I open the cuffs on the long sleeves of my shirt. I lift up the sleeves, folding them around my elbows, and take a long, hard look and what awaits me there.

Various deep pinks and browns blotching my arm. Some are new, some are a few days older. But all of them are variations of the same thing; burn marks.

“Heh. Haha,” I scoff, and follow it with a sarcastic laugh. “Yuki has gone through so much more pain for someone like me. I deserve at least this much, don’t I?”

I utter the last part looking in the mirror, meeting my exhausted eyes.

Shaking my head to get rid of any second thoughts I might have, I pick up the lighter and turn it on. I bring it close to my skin, mentally prepared to feel the pain of the burn.

“What are you trying to cook now, Eisuke?”

My hands stop, dead in their tracks as my breath hitches. I don’t turn around. I’m not ready to meet her eyes.

“Eisuke?” Yuki walks closer, each one of her steps making my body turn rigid. “You didn’t answer me. What are you trying to cook now?”

It would be a lie if I said Yuki didn’t notice the burn marks. She did, one night. I had forgotten to pull my sleeves down when she entered into the room while I was working.

‘I was trying to cook something. Didn’t work out as I’d hoped,’ I had told her that day, and practically every time she noticed a new mark.

“I...” I am at a loss for words. I feel like someone has ripped off the mask I had tried so hard to put on. I feel vulnerable beyond belief.

“Show me your arm,” she says calmly, her fingers coming to a halt around my wrist. And she doesn’t need to make an effort to turn my scarred arm towards her, really.

What takes me by surprise is the lack of panic when she sees just how many blotches line my arm. She takes a deep breath, calmly looking over all the pinks and browns.

“Eisuke,” she calls out, her hand moving up to hold my face. “Look at me, please?”

She lifts my face up, and my eyes meet hers.

“Can I ask you something?” her eyes soften, and I nod. “How... how long have you been covering that up?!”

“Two weeks,” I answer honestly, my voice nothing above a whisper.

She bites her lip before looking down and sighing.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she whispers, looking at me. Her eyes are brimming with unshed tears.

I made her cry. Again.

“It’s not your fault,” she says, as if reading my mind. “But... why?”

“I’ve made you go through so much trauma, Yuki. Don’t you think it’s only fair I go through some pain too?”

“You idiot,” she whispers, pulling me closer. “You’ve been through so much pain already.”

“I-” Before I can say anything, she hugs me close.

“I love you, Eisuke.” Her arms tighten around me, and I feel her tears wet my shirt. “I love you so much. Just, promise me you won’t hurt yourself like this ever again.”

“I...”

“Talk to me if you have nightmares, it’s not a bother,” she mutters, her voice a little muffled. “Talk to me about anything and everything, anytime and everytime. Just... just don’t do this to yourself.”

“But-”

“Shush. You’re only allowed to say ‘Yes’ or ‘Okay’, got it?”

“Since when did we switch places?”

“Since the moment you chose to think that talking to me about your fears would be a bother to me.”

“Uh... about that...”

“Mr. Ichinomiya,” she pulls back, looking at me, “I’ll have to stop the daily dose of coffee if you refuse to meet my conditions.”

“Good lord, woman.” I smile, probably for the first time in what felt like ages.

She holds out her hand and wiggles her finger, “Lighter.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I sigh, giving it to her.

“Good job. Now, come on,” she pulls on my arm.

“Where are we going?”

“We need to treat those wounds covering your beautiful skin.”

“Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“SHH. Don’t expose me like that, yeah?” She laughs, making me laugh too. ”But, promise me you won’t ever hurt yourself again? Ever?”

“I promise.”

“Promise me you’ll come to me whenever you have nightmares?”

“I promise.”

“You will tell me about your negative thoughts whenever they show up?”

“I promise.”

“You will talk to me about anything and everything instead of bottling it up inside?”

“I promise.”

“Good.” She looks at me, her eyes full of love. Probably more love than I should deserve.

I intertwine our fingers, surprising her.

“Eisuke?” I pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her waist.

“You won’t let go of me.” I breathe, looking deep into her brown eyes. “Right?”

“I promise.”

[violetpiscesprincess]

Free

Soryu Oh x MC

Prompt: “I l-“  “Please… Don’t…”

Warnings: Angst

The city of Tokyo was just a busy as usual as I strolled down the streets window shopping. It was my first day off in a week and I decided that rather than hanging around the hotel and waiting for my penthouse pager to buzz, that I’d make use of my free time and window shop for a while, maybe even go to a café or something. I know if I wasted time in the hotel that one of the auction managers would catch sight of me and make me go on some pointless errand just for the sake of making me do something. The sight of a dress in a window of a boutique caught my eye, making me take a second look and stop to take a closer look. The dress was rather plain looking but I think it would suit me, I wonder if Soryu would like it? Just as my mind started to wonder, I felt a vibration in my pocket, immediately knowing that it’s my penthouse pager, so much for a peaceful day in the city. I pulled it from my pocket and saw that it wasn’t my pager but my mobile phone.

“Oh!” I raised my eyebrows in surprise and smiled when I saw the caller ID on the screen. It’s not often Soryu would call me, if he needed me he would usually page me so I knew this must be important. “Hey Soryu, what’s up?” I answered coolly, my first thought was he got the day off and was calling me to ask me out on a date, so I tried to keep my composure and not let the excitement I’m feeling of speaking to the man I adore come out in my voice.

“Come to the penthouse, there’s something I need to discuss with you.” He spoke in a monotone voice, a tone I haven’t heard from him in a long time. Not since we shared our first kiss about a month ago in his office at the Ice Dragon’s headquarters. It was on that day that we had told each other that we loved one another. Probably one of the best days of my life. When I first met Soryu he had struck me as a cold, hard, and emotionless person who would do anything to get the job done. Had I known that before I chose him to be the one who bought me, I probably wouldn’t have picked him. But after a few months I had seen a different side of him that I couldn’t help but fall in love with. So, I have no regrets about picking Soryu.  

“Okay I’ll be th-…oh okay.” I frowned and sighed as I was cut off by him hanging up the phone. I took one last look at the dress and rolled my eyes, making my way back to the hotel with a dull feeling of anxiety in my stomach from how Soryu sounded and by how blunt he was.

It didn’t take me long to arrive at the penthouse in which I had spent so much time in recently, my shoes clicked on the floor as I made my way through to the couches where I saw Soryu sitting, a saddened look on his face and his posture slumped. I questioned in my mind as to where the other auction managers could be, wondering if they had purposely made themselves scarce.

“___” He spoke my name, getting up and walking over to me. His eyes locked onto mine and he let out a long sigh as he stopped in front of me. Immediately I could tell something was wrong, making the dull feeling of anxiety in my stomach skyrocket into a fireworks display of anxiety.

“What’s going on? Did something happen? Is it Inui?! Is he hurt?!” I gasped at the thought of sweet Inui being hurt. But to be honest, it wouldn’t surprise me. He’s adorable and loyal but not the sharpest crayon in the box.

“No! No he’s fine!” Soryu’s eyes widened and eyebrows raised in surprise when he saw I had jumped to that conclusion, being quick to dismiss my worries. “I have something I need to tell you.” He broke eye contact with me and suddenly found the floor very interesting to look at.

“What is it…?” My voice came out quieter than expected, not anticipating what Soryu said next.

“I have to marry Mei Ling Lee. I’m sorry.” His words hit me like train, my stomach dropping through the many floors underneath my feet, landing on the stage of the auction hall where I was sold. “We have to end this.” He still wouldn’t make eye contact with me, probably not wanting to see the tears that he knew had flooded to my eyes.

“B-But…we love each other!” Was all I could manage to say, it coming out as a soft whimper, my cheeks being rained on by my tears. I couldn’t quite comprehend the situation, just a month ago he was taking me in his arms, pressing soft kisses to my lips and telling me he loved me. Now he doesn’t dare to look me in the eyes as he breaks up with me to marry a mafia’s boss’s daughter for his job. I always knew that his job would come first, his commitment to the Ice Dragon’s being his main priority in life. He finally looked into my eyes, his eyes wavering to control his emotions from showing. “I l-“

“Please…don’t…” He spoke quietly in almost a whisper, almost like he couldn’t bring himself to hear me say those words. Taking a step closer to me, he reached out and stroked my cheek gently, before letting his hand drop down to his side. “Go. You’re free now.” He stepped back, putting distance between us and turning his back to me.

“I don’t want to be free...” My words came out as a choked sob, my hands coming to my face in disbelief of the situation. I didn’t ask him any questions about the situation he was in, not wanting to hear anymore about his marriage to a woman who wasn’t me. Luckily my legs subconsciously moved themselves to make my exit. Not looking back at the man I thought would spend the rest of my life with as I run away from the life I had come to love.

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