My honey bunny

I hope it is realistic enough lmao, though don’t hesitate to reach out if I messed something up :)

‘Up already?’ He signed, a bit more casual than you’d expected of someone who you caught in the middle of the night breaking and entering in your house. ‘Couldn’t sleep?’

You blinked twice.

He was right in his assumption, yet you felt a bit disturbed by his casual response to being found in your kitchen inthe middle of the night. You had merely walked down the stairs to get some water, a parched throat forcing you away from your comfortable bed. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, the fact that the light had been on in the kitchen had given him away.

After checking it out, you found the perpetrator sitting at your kitchen table, a book and a cup of tea nearby. He had calmly looked up when you’d made eye contact and placed down his book, which you recognized as one of your own.

‘What are you doing here?’ Normally you would’ve been a bit more excited to see him, yet you remained still in the doorway, a bit put off by his sudden appearance. 

masterlist | naoya smut drabble

why would he have the need to write anything? he has multiple servants at his disposal to carry out such mundane duties. anything he must articulate is usually in person, direct, unsolicited and punchy. to hold your tongue is a woman’s responsibility and a man’s choice. and he chooses to say what is on his mind whenever he pleases, which is always.

so when he does write, it’s quite abysmal. shoddy, quick strokes of his brush with an under-usage of ink leaving ugly streak marks in every character painted down. beautiful, expensive paper that the likes of which were beyond the acceptable value tainted with such crude handiwork.

you didn’t mind.

for that handwriting was what wrote you short letters that you found hidden in your room after a long day of sitting in the gardens, silent by no want of your own. the responsibility of a zen’in wife to lay low and be beautiful. porcelain and refined. maybe you enjoyed being an artwork on display, although the admission made you feel disgusted. self-worth be damned, you thought.

you looked so beautiful in that green kimono today. please continue to wear such soft colors.

- your husband, N

the frequency of these notes that you found in random areas you didn’t even know he was aware you resided in. your husband didn’t meet you all that often during the day. it was clear he got bolder when you had your maids starting to hand you them now, all at random hours. even during your bath, once. that note had you blushing for quite some time.

it captivated you that he wrote you sweet nothings that never saw the escape of his lips. a man so mighty and outspoken unable to express his love for his quiet wife made you warm. a stature of silent femininity crumbling the next head of japan’s most important clan.

you chuckle silently to yourself. your delicate hand unmarred by labor picks up the paper and carefully takes it to the corner of your dresser. a marble jewelry box not even your maids were allowed to touch. it joins the many other similar papers that litter the entirety of the box.

you must ask your beloved for another. this one was completely full.

fuck i hate him. i’m gonna kiss him

synopsis: Leon believes that he's the lucky one in the relationship.

word count: 1,239

warnings: swearing, grammar/spelling mistakes

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Leons eyes moved from the tv to you, your embroidery in hand as you occasionally glanced up to watch the show the two of you were watching before focusing back on what you were doing. 

Your feet were propped on his lap and one of his hands rested on your crossed ankles while his other was draped over the back of the couch. 

Leon truly didn’t understand how he managed to snag you. 

Warning: mention of blood, violence (physical and psychological), mention of viruses, parasites, zombies; kidnapping; the reader has a slight anemia; Fem/reader; established relationship with Leon.

Synopsis: You could have a quiet wedding and a good life with the person you love most in the world. Leon was ready to protect you to the death from his enemies and viruses but… it seems that someone is also interested in you. And the price for life will be very high.

A/N: The idea from this post that I wrote about quite a long time ago. "Together forever" I'm not very good at writing (apparently the Yandere theme is not mine, no matter how much I like it). So I'm going to try this plot. I don't know how many parts there will be, but if everything goes well, then probably a lot (maybe 10-12 or so). I hope someone likes it because I have serious notes on this work in my notebook, as if these are sketches for the 9th part of the resident).

Tags will be added to the following parts. I was very much inspired by the remaster and Haunting ground when I was taking notes. After all, both games were made by Capcom.

Feedback is welcome (but no insults!)

Characters: Leon S. Kennedy

Warnings: Mentions more intimate times, but doesn’t go in-depth about them

-The first time you bite Leon, he’s absolutely flabbergasted.

- “What the fuck, (y/n)?” he asks.

-Whether you explain why you’re biting him or not, he quickly learns that it’s a way you show your affection for him.

-Has learned to accept it as long as you’re not biting hard enough to draw blood (it’s acceptable during more intimate times though).

-Biting his arm? He’ll place a kiss on your head.

-Biting his hand? He’ll rub his thumb over your lower lip.

-One time he lightly bit you out of nowhere just to see your reaction.

-It was well worth it. Plus, Leon kind of sees how you can enjoy showing your affection that way now.

-If you bite him around other people, he won’t mind. As long as it’s not a tense situation, it’s okay if you bite him around other people.

- “Your significant other is biting you, Leon.” he’ll be told.

- “Oh, yeah, they do that sometimes.” he replies.

-It’s become kind of grounding to him. When he’s lost in his thoughts and he feels your teeth graze against his flesh, he calms down and focuses his attention on you.

-Absolutely loves it when you bite him during more intimate times. It proves to him that he’s doing a good job.

Updated 2015. 10.11

*~ MFW Headcanons + Fanfics ~* High school Promposal PT 1 / PT 2 / Kunihiko Pocky Game Pregnancy Announcement / Pregnancy Before Marriage Yamato’s Twins Getting An Ultrasound Pregnancy Mood Swings MC’s water breaking MC Twerking Retrograde Amnesia Forgetting the Family: Saeki / Takao / Yamato / Yuta When MC marries a friend Reaction to Infertility MC with Cancer Miscarriage Announcement The Kids aren’t theirs: Finding out / Getting to know them / The kids find out / “Finally in Love Again” What they treasure of the other when apart Divorce and Separation 1 / Divorce and Reencounter Losing MC to childbirth / Years after Losing MC Losing their children MC having an Accident Kunihiko’s funeral Stopping MC from suicide / PT 2 MC passing away in Old Age MC is sexually assaulted (Trigger Warning) OC Information MC’s pregnancy MC and MFW guys name their kids Newborn kids Kids’ First Day of School The School Play (OCs) The kids go missing - Saeki, Takao, Yamato Giving Kids Relationship Advice Vacation with family MFW guys and kids go Shopping MFW kids hiding a pet Kids causing Misunderstandings MFW kids’ first date Kids plan 20th Anniversary 1 / 2 The Kids’ Wedding - Saeki The Kids’ Wedding Giving Dad a gift The Kids and bedtime stories Sakura stuff and the kids The Morning After Reencountering Makoto Saeki, Takao, Yamato / Kunihiko, Ren, Yuta Sexy Lingerie NSFW / Sexy Lingerie NSFW Cont Drunk MC kissing other guys / Drunk MC PT 2 - Jealousy - NSFW Unexpected Audience - NSFW Naughty Talk at Dinner Ren x MC x Akito NSFW / PT 2 Takao x MC x Saeki NSFW / Takao x MC NSFW PT 2 MC being asked for nudes First feeling the baby kick MC coming home with clumsiness injuries Just some Smut (NSFW) MC teasing the guys Asking Kuni what MC likes and trying it on her

OC Fanfics: Toshio and Kiyomi: Fluff / Smut NSFW Western Literature Aina and Norio: Wedding Snow day with the families

*~KBTBB Headcanons and Fanfics~* MC threatened to leave the bidders MC becomes pregnant before marriage Finding out that MC has killed a man - TW Attempted Rape Bidders’ pregnant MC get attacked / PT 2 / Asking MC to keep the child / The child is born Celebrating the kids’ birthday Arguing with the Bidders / Making up / Making up NSFW Kids’ first day of school MC’s kid pulling a Soryu MC taking care of the sick bidders MC is a spy sent to kill the bidders / Sweet End / Bitter Epilogue / Sweet Epilogue MC dies protecting her kids Forced to have a tea party Taking Kids to work Unexpected Audience - Their kids walk in (NSFW) The guys find out MC has a cool tattoo

*~BMP Headcanons and Fanfics~* Teasing and Cuddling MC The Princes as Desserts Unexpected Audience: Glenn and Alan NSFW / Keith and Cathy NSFW Joshua and MC playing Heads up

*~Star Crossed Myth Headcanons and Fanfics~* Love in Those Stars (Hue x MC) / All I See (Hue x MC) / 700 Follower: Day by Day (Leon x MC) Colder Blue (Scorpy x MC) What we Wanted (Hue x Goddess) MC turned into a little animal Loser (Hue x MC x Dui) MC wearing a Maxi dress Leon, Scorpio, Hue - Proposing to MC Altair and Vega fluff SCM Daddy Stories

Other Game Theme Challenge Theme: In your Arms Tonight - MFW guys and MC cheating Theme: True Love Sweet Lies - MFW guys and ex girlfriend Prologue / Saeki, Ren, Takao, Kyoichi Theme: Office Secrets - Koichi / MFW guys

Special Posts: 200 Follower Kyon Special 300 Follower 5 Days of NSFW: Yamato Smut MFW MC waiting at home Yuki x Masao (OCs) First time with the MFW guys Toshio and Kiyomi (OCs) MFW Family Christmas Special 500 Follower Joshua and Cathy / PT 2 600 Follower MFW Smut 1000 Follower Fanfic Giveaway 1st Place - Yuta Angst 1st Place - Yuta NSFW 2nd Place - Roberto on a Beach Date

Nessie’s 2 Cents Anti plagiarism BMP headcanon Bidders comforting MC when she’s harassed on the Internet

PT 1: http://jinxedperfection.tumblr.com/post/119197606717/request-bidders-find-out-the-mc-was-a-spy-sent-to

Sweet end: http://jinxedperfection.tumblr.com/post/119482124487/mc-sent-as-a-spy-to-kill-the-bidders-sweet-end

-I had a request for MC being a spy ending, MC being tortured, and MC dying so I thought well why not all of them? 

WARNING. Scenes of Torture. Drowning, shooting, wounding, beating, rape.

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The night of the auction. “She’s taking an awfully long time today.” Ota said grumpily, folding his arms as he leaned back in the couch, turning on the big screen in the penthouse lounge. There was a slight fizzle, a strange sight for the usually excellent connection, but none of the five men thought anything of it as they anticipated the auction. The lights in the basement floor flashed on screen, and Baba leaned forward rather eagerly, having put up a few pieces for the occasion himself. Suddenly, the screen went black. “What?” Soryu frowned, narrow eyes slimming even further as he studied the television. There was a loud noise of static, and then the screen flashed to life again. However, there was nothing in the world that could prepare them for the scene they were shown. A voice came on, mocking and lazy, dragging out each syllable with an amused note. “I wonder why she is taking so long today.” Her face came into view. “She was supposed to kill you. She failed us.” The voice snickered. “And so, she is going to be punished.”

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A/N: I was really inspired to this because I kind of went on a horror film marathon and got really in the mood to write something scary. I’m really sorry if this creeps any of you out, just think of rainbows and unicorns (it helps XD) Anyway I hope you enjoy…

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When Eisuke tells you you’re going to be home alone while he was at the auction after party with the rest of the gang you thought nothing of it. He offered you to attend, but you declined. It wasn’t the first time you’ve been alone in the house. But, as soon as he left the house and closed the front door with a ever so soft click. An eerie and BAD atmosphere settled in the silent home.

Brushing the feeling, you tried to convince yourself you were just being paranoid, however even when all the lights were on, along with the television, the feeling just wouldn’t subside. You conscious mind felt eyes burning into your form, but when scanning the room multiple times, nothing was there. The sensation of another presence clung to you, almost suffocating you, and the fine white hairs in your neck raised.

*knock…knock…knock…*

Your eyes glazed over with terror stricken tears, and chills shot through your spine as the sound of prominent knocking sounded from upstairs. The dull noise resonated through the house as plain as day. Your hands trembled as you picked up the T.V remote and switched it off.

*knock…knock…knock…*

Okay, that time it definitely wasn’t a mistake. Calling Eisuke was your first instinct, but your phone was upstairs, near the unknown knocking noise.

The stairs creaked under your feet with each step step you took, and your stomach was turning frantically. Upon reaching the last step, the knocks sounded again.

*knock…knock…knock…*

Craning your neck ever so slightly to the right, you located the knocking noises. They’re coming from your’s and Eisuke’s bedroom. ‘Oh, how convenient that had to be the room my phone’s in’  You thought to yourself. If your phone wasn’t in there, you would’ve bolted before you could say boo. But, you wanted to tell Eisuke, you need the comfort.

Trembling hands gripped the crisp gold door handle, as you twisted it open with a slight creak. You held your position for a few seconds, feeling your heart beat more and more frequently as you considered the situation. The snow white door opened with a barely audible thump, yet it still startled you more than it usually does. In the instant you were exposed to the room, the atmosphere got incredibly dark and gloomy, even more than before. A knot formed in your throat and a single salty tears streamed down your face, something WAS NOT right. Electric - like shivers ran from your spine down to your feet. The very corner of the room disturbed you the most, where your dresser was, exactly were your phone was too. Perched on the edge of your beauty dresser charging.

“Okay…” You whispered self encouragement, trying desperately to calm your nerves. Taking a few small steps in the room, everything was fine and then… you instantly froze. A cold tingling sensation made it’s way from your shoulder to the small of your back. This feeling wasn’t imaginary. You just knew it wasn’t. It felt like a hand crawling up your and down your back. Your breath hitched abruptly, and you forced your feet to keep moving, still telling yourself it’s in your head, giving a little bit of closure.

Noises erupted from downstairs and your body instantly shook in reaction. Your feet moved to slam the door of the bedroom shut on instinct, however thinking back that may not have been the best of ideas. Running purely on adrenaline, you scurried to your phone and yanked the slightly worn out charger from your phone and desperately flicked through your contacts to call Eisuke.

“Hello…” Your boyfriends voice filled your ears, much to your relief.

“E-Eisuke… p-please…” Your voice shook as the adrenaline ran out and the gravity of the situation seeped into your being. Either you’re going crazy, or there is actually some sort of paranormal phenomenon. You haven’t really thought about whether you believe in ghosts or demons and angels. But this situation surely is convincing you.

“Please, what? (Y/N) what’s going on?” He asked with irritation yet concern from your stuttering voice.

“I don’t what’s happening Eisuke. Please come home!?” You begged over the phone, unshed tears glazing your (e/c) eyes, you put Eisuke on speaker as you wiped them with your hands.

“(Y/N) what do you mean? What’s happening?” All the guys at the penthouse were now gathered around as Eisuke also put you on speaker so they could hear.

“I- I don’t know, I… I was watching T.V when I heard knocking coming from upstairs. I found out it was coming from the bedroom, but when I checked there was nothing there and I don’t know what’s happe-” Your some what explanation abruptly turned into cries of horror as the door handle on the bedroom began rattling, loud enough for Eisuke and the others to hear.

“Oh. My. God.” You whispered, almost in disbelief. How the hell could this be happening? All the guys in the penthouse looked at each other in panic, and then looked at Eisuke to see what to do.

“(Y/N), please stay where you are and keep your phone right in your hands, because I’m coming to get you. Do. Not. Move. Do you understand?!” He told a little panicked, of course he didn’t believe in the paranormal, so he thought someone must be in the house.

“I will Eisuke. B- but… okay, I know this sounds completely crazy. But there is no one in the house, I promise. I looked and surely I’d hear voices, footsteps, something!” You reason over the phone, only for it to be in vain. The other guys saying you were just in shock and confused.

As soon as Eisuke and the others stepped into your shared home, and as much as they would like to deny it, they felt that unsettling vibe lingering through the house. Seeing all the valuable’s in their original places made the atmosphere worse as it was clearly not a robbery. Being that kind of man, Eisuke dismissed any sort of ‘paranormal happenings’. The very thought seemed absolutely ridiculous to him, and the others. The only one who sort of considered it was Baba.

“Boss, what if it is something para-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, stop being ridiculous, Baba.” Eisuke cut him off. He was completely denying that possibility until proven otherwise. All of them crept up the stairs, Soryu had his gun present in his hands, as well as Mamoru. This was one of the rare occasions were he was taking a situation seriously.

Approaching the door where you stated you were, Eisuke’s hand gripped the door handle and softly turned it. Upon approaching the strange feeling in his stomach got even worse, it deepened inside him and turned. Was this fear? Being as powerful as him, it was a rare emotion for him to experience.

“Oh my God! Eisuke I’m so glad you’re here, I was going crazy waiting!” Your arms flung around him, as both Soryu and Mamoru lowered their guns, but the question of what the knocking that you and the guys heard loud and clear still remained.

1 week later

You had tried many a time to tell Eisuke exactly what happened that night and what you think it was. But he was having none of it, you didn’t know if he honestly didn’t  believe, or didn’t want to believe. However, since that day nothing had happened like that again in the house until this happened…

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Don’t hate me!! I know it’s a really annoying way to end it, but I wanted to create suspense I will make a part 2 to this if wanted. Anyway I hope you enjoyed!!!!!!! :)

BOI do I have recs for you, anon!

Sadly though, I don’t really play HLITF, but I do have a bunch of recs for KBTBB! I had to dig through my archives from way back lmao. Eisuke’s my bias, so most of my recs are for him lmao this might as well be an Eisuke fic rec. I hope you don’t mind lol:

Ota reencountering MC years after she broke up with him while pregnant  (A N G S T) by @oasisofmyheart - A N G S T fucking g a l o r e . I used to dislike Ota a lot, but this fic convinced me otherwise. I love all of her works, but this one has a special place in my heart because it shows a different facet of Ota that the game never really explores. God, after I read this fic (and the succeeding parts), I couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks, man. The writing, plot, characterization, hell, everything is A+. This is my favorite Ota fic of all time. Legit, I want to frame this fic above my bed, and Ota’s not even my main bias lmao

You’re Late (Fluff) by @zaizenakiyoshi - This is written in Eisuke’s perspective and I love it because the author shows just how in love Eisuke is with MC. God, like she even includes snippets into Eisuke’s insecurities and fears (which I love to see). I’m a sucker for his internal monologue, and this fic gives it justice.

The Shivers Down His Spine (Smut. And the good kind, too) by @unofficialvoltagestories - I don’t think it’s a stretch of me to say that a good number of fics in the KBTBB fandom are smut. Also, 90% of the time, Eisuke smut fics feature him as the dominant one in bed. This fic, however, shows Eisuke letting MC take control and it is g l o r i o u s (legit, there was a part where MC made him moan in pleasure, and I had to scream into my pillow because holy fuck). The fic is sexy, but not too raunchy. Romantic, but not too cheesy. In other words, the perfect balance of sexiness and sweetness in a smut fic. This is probably my favorite KBTBB smut fic to date. 

Prompt #32 “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” (Angst) by @voltage-alternatives - Good god, this fic, man. Another thing I’m a sucker for: vulnerable Eisuke. I don’t know if it’s just me, but I think it’s rare to see fics that explore his vulnerability. This one got to me because it shows how Eisuke tries to keep his walls up around MC because he’s too afraid to love, but they ultimately fall when MC reassures him she won’t leave him my weakness

His Best Friend’s Sister  (Fluff) by @elletxt - Finally, a Soryu fic lmao. So aside from being the best Soryu fic I’ve ever read, this fic explores Soryu and Eisuke’s friendship (which, I think, is rarely touched upon in fics). It’s also refreshing to see how dedicated Eisuke is to his family (despite being hilariously childish about it). I mean, where else can you see Eisuke making Soryu dick-shaped omelets out of spite???

The Five Times Eisuke’s Daughter Broke His Heart  (ANGST, PAIN, SUFFERING) by @retrogradeus - This one just fucking killed me and burned my corpse to ashes. Eisuke being a father is a topic I love seeing in fics, and this portrayal is just heartbreaking because it shows Eisuke, despite not being the best parent, still trying his best for his daughter. The last line of the fic utterly destroyed me. I legit almost cried, and I’d like to think I have Balls of Steel lmao I guess not

You (Angst) by @valogirl - The angstiest group fic I’ve read to date. She perfectly captures each of the bidders’ emotions and feelings for MC. The fact that they all loved her in their own ways, even after her death, will always get to me. Plus the flower meanings she included made it 100x more painful :’)))

Hello, Daddy pt.1 | 2 (Fluff) by @chemistrythings - I read this one a long, long time ago, but I’ll never forget this one because Eisuke’s such a big dork here. Kudos to the author because she perfectly captures the childishly dorky side of his character without going OOC at all (which I think is really difficult to pull off). Also, props to her for making one of my favorite portrayals of MC.

Don’t Run Away (Horror- Warning: dark themes, gore, yandere) by @logiebo - THIS FIC MAN OH BOY. From time to time, I enjoy a good darkfic. I think I’ve said this before, but Eisuke’s character is so deliciously complex that it wouldn’t be completely far-fetched to see him as a yandere (if I’m being honest, I’ve considered writing a yandere fic for a while lmao). I mean, wow. This fic is intense, but intriguing.  

I Am Afraid of the Light (ANGST AND ETERNAL PAIN) by @2bedroom-baddestbidderlove - Shit, man. Like, the way she set up the whole fic, with Eisuke silently pining for MC, only for the plot twist to kill me in the end—ouch. It’s a songfic, and the lyrics just twist the knife in my heart… god, man. Also, her writing style blows me away because it’s so wistful, yet so on point. I’m in love with her characterization of Eisuke.

Voice (F L U F F ) by @maidofstars - Ah, another thing I’m an absolute sucker for—sweet Eisuke. The fic is short and simple, but it perfectly captures the depth of his love for MC. Like, the whole idea of using voice as a metaphor for his feelings just shot me in the heart, man. God, I love this one so much.

Letter two hundred and sixteen (ANGST :’)))) by @bolt8826 - Since I’m an unapologetic sadist who likes seeing (and making) Eisuke suffer, this fic is up there with all my other favorites. I mentioned this a million times, but I love seeing fics from his perspective because they make him seem more real, you know? Also, seeing Eisuke regret his actions to MC is a fucking A+++ for me.

This story will be interwoven with Eisuke’s Season 1 main story - so there will be borrowed elements. 

Pairing: Eisuke x MC Theme: Angst / Emotional MC Name: Sonora

 @the-fallen-otome-angel | @azusa-nicole19 | @unicornthug4life | @voltage-trash | @clairese1980 | @queenmxxm | @morales1022 | @donnaintx | @zyglavisss | @xcoticallyxquizit

[Prologue] [Chapter 1]  [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] 

The bidders had gathered in the lounge once more after Kazuki’s exit, and again, Sonora found herself under the scrutiny of too many pairs of eyes. Feeling compelled to speak by the silence, she began to explain her story, continuing from where she had stopped because of Kazuki’s arrival.  

She told them everything - about the potential alliance with the mafia and how it had been decided without her knowing that she was to marry into of their families, about the engagement and how she had fled days before the wedding. The looks of surprise on their faces were too obvious to go unnoticed, but Sonora pressed on. The most painful part however…..she couldn’t bring herself to say. Her lips parted and met again and again, and she could feel the sting of unshed tears, but she quickly blinked them away and took a deep breath to steady herself. Just as she was about to speak however, Eisuke cut in.

‘Why are you working as a maid then? A girl with your background would have some sort of degree. You could at least have gotten an office job.’

Sonora shook her head, an ache in her chest as a sense of loss spread through her.  She stayed silent for a few moments, her thoughts taking a sharp turn into something painfully vivid.

She had tirelessly worked towards becoming a pianist for as long she could remember. She had a talent that was obvious from a tender age and her passion was unrivaled. In the social circles she was a part of, a musical talent was a lauded trait, so her parents had ensured she had the best tutelage their money could buy. Her skill grew enough to earn her a place at a renowned conservatoire - where she would further refine her skills as a pianist…. but in the last year of her education - five months before she was to graduate - the marriage fiasco happened and her future was thrown into a dark hole. Her parents had taken it upon themselves to cancel her place in the conservatoire without her knowledge…with the intention that she was going to be married in two weeks’ time. 

Little did they know. 

Other Chapters: Eisuke’s Jealousy (1)  (2)  (3)  (4)  (5) 

“Ugh fine, sorry darling I think we will need to have this conversation later.” Natalie said as she stood up and walked to the door. As soon as she had left silence took over the whole suit, leaving only the resonating sound of the door closing. No one wanted to say anything. Gently, you moved your left hand, bringing it towards your sight. You glanced at the ring Eisuke had given you the night before. The ring that had promised a better future. Eisuke seeing the confusion in your eyes decided to break the silence in a slow calm voice,

“Sweetheart, “ now coming closer to you, “Let me explain, she is just-”

“a coworker, a friend, a business partner, a women, a stranger. I know, I got it.” You said still looking at your ring.

“_________, no,  I don’t think you do. Listen to me, Will You!” He said exasperated, it was his reaction to how calm and carefree you were.

“I don’t want to argue Eisuke, I’m tired and frankly I don’t want to touch the subject.” You said with exhaustion in your eyes. You then grabbed your purse and headed to the door.

“______, we are not done talking.” You closed the door but still could hear him say. “Dam it, I’m talking to you.” This was the first time you had ever ignore Eisuke or walked out on him. 6 months before, you would of been so frightened to ever do that, but now you could not give two cents. Walking out of the entrance of the hotel you pulled out the phone from your purse and without thinking you dialed François.

“Oui?

“Are you free today?”

“________……I’m about to go to the meeting, what’s up?”

“I need to see you”

“Is something wrong.”

“I need some one who I can trust, someone who won’t play with my emotions like they were trash.” You voice cracked at the last word.

“Wait for me at the cafe near there, remember, the one I showed you the other time. ”

“Yes”

“Ok wait for me there I’ll try to get out of here somehow. mmh just wait for me there ok.” Saying yes you hung up and took a deep breath, you were so tired of this women by now, and so used to this, you calmly walked to your destination.

 You some how mange to order something with a lot of efforts, and sat down. You no longer cared about Eisuke, all you care was that you were warm cozy in that Autumn day. You though of the differences that between the two men while you looked at the two rings your hand, one in your left and the other one in your right. You had so much hope for the future just the night before. 

As you took sips of your latte, you observed the orange leaves falling to the ground. You were in your zen, yet you knew that you could break down crying at any point. “Hey, I came as soon as I could. Is everything alright?” François said as he sat down next to you.

“Ooh hi, I just wanted to get away and be with you” You followed François’s glance as he took a look at your right hand to see if you still had on the ring he had giving you. However you notice a faint frown as he saw that you had on Eisuke’s ring as well.

“_________, tell me what happened, did he do anything. I mean you had just accepted to marry him last night” he said with annoyance.

“I know I did bu-”

“Did you stop to think about how this could of affected me”

“….I didn’t have the time to think”

“_______ why ar-”

“can you let me explain to you!” everybody was now watching your fight as you raised your voice.

“I’m sorry _______. I’m just jealous and mad that you accepted his proposal. How about we continue this conversation at my place?” He said almost whispering. You nodded since you knew you had made a scene. However, it wasn’t to your knowledge that Eisuke had chased after you and had seen you and François walking towards a car. He was gasping for air as he had ran to look after you, fear and jealousy were consuming him as he saw you leave in François’s car.

Both of you were silent on the ride to his Mansion. However as soon as you guys steeped through the gates he mumble, “Alright, now yell at me all you want but that was a stupid decision you made yesterday, and you know it.”

“Can you not! I came here because I wanted to get away from it!”

“Well that is fair!” He said sarcastically. “I thought you had made your decision yesterday ______.”

“I thought I did…A women named Natalie came today…”

“Well..” he chuckle as he bit his lip, “that is how she is, she steals from people.”

“You know her?”

“We are working together in your Fiancé’s Hotel.”

“Don’t call him that right now.” you rolled your eyes at the thought of what had happened that morning.

“She is very attractive I have to admit. Any men would be down on his knees for her. That is, every men who doesn’t know her cruelty of corse.” He looked distantly at the sky.

“Can we just…just forget François. I’m here, with you.” With a gentle movement he directed his soft gaze at you. Now walking towards you and with a hopeless tone he responded,

“Spending time with you is like being in heaven, it doesn’t matter if we are fighting. It stills feels like a fresh freeze to me ______.” Instantly his words numbed your sadness. “Lets go inside, it’s getting cold out here. Would you want something to drink, anything?” looking at his watch he continued, “well its past 12, how about we have something to eat.”

“Alright, I can do that”

Dinner was delicious, and François like always, a total gentlemen. After dinner you both went for a walk around the neighborhood. You guys talked about new projects François was getting, deciding which one would be better to do then others. You loved how he included in the decisions he took. “Where do you want to do now ______?”

“I have no idea,” you giggle.

“Weee could go and make a perfume for you, that is always fun.”

“You mean make a perfume exclusively for me?

“Haha, yes just for you” he cupped your jaw line. “ask me for anything and you’ll have it.”

“I…” your emotions betrayed you as you reached to hug him, resting your head on his chest. 

François took a moment before you felt his strong arms embrace you. “Lets go back to my place, there is a surprise for you…actually its not a surprise anymore.”

“You had already called someone to come to make me a fragrance?”

“You guessed it, he always does mines and I tend to find it really fun to do.” He smile down at you as you were still in his arms.

Just as François had said, there was a guy with a bunch of suit cases there. You guys talked and waited for him to get set up. After a long fun time of smelling fragrances and coffee beans, you guys arrived at one that you liked. “Yes, oh my god, this one! it smells so good!” excitement escaping from your voice box.

“Let me take a look at that, “ he said, grabbing the sample you were holding, “this is just so you, this defines your personality darling” He smiled at you handing you back the sample. This was the first time he ever called you something else other then Ms. Ichinomiya or _______. His action had taken you by surprise making you blank out for a second.

“…c-can I get this one!”

“Of course you can! that one and much more!”

It was now almost 6pm, and you did not want to go back to the hotel, you knew that just stepping over the reception would be like steeping into the gates of hell. “_______, its getting a bit late and I’m sure Eisuke will be asking for you. I would love for you to stay here with me forever. However I know that right now you can’t. I also know that staying here might make your life miserable with Eisuke. You have two options, we start heading back to the hotel and continue this….frankly stupid thing that we are doing right now, or you stay with me and I’ll deal with Eisuke and the rest, you choose darling”

“You know that this is difficult, give me time,” you said as you got a hold of his right hand. “It is best for I to go today back to the hotel. I have yet many things to think and go through.” You knew that François was trying his best to be comprehensive to your situation, and you felt frustrated with yourself that you couldn’t make up your mind.

You guys arrived back at the hotel around 7pm, and you sure knew that Eisuke was going to be fuming. As soon as you got out of the car you saw Ryosuke outside the hotel, he was making a call. Not putting to much attention to him, you walked in with François.

“Well I’ll be going now, night, if anything bad happens, don’t be afraid to call me. ok?”

“Alright, will do.” He then gave you a kiss on the back of your hand and left. As you headed to the elevator you saw eisuke coming down.

“There you are honey.” He was approaching you, and you knew that you were dead. “I have something incredible to show you up stairs” he said smiling.

“Uuum actually, I…I, How about we go out to eat something. Yeah lets dine out” you said softly trying to avoid being alone with him. You could see that he was annoyed as he answered with an un-genuine tone, “Anything for you.” he then dialed someone, “Close the restaurant for me….. yes I’ll leave it up to the chef. Anything goes to my tab” Your eyes opened up and the only thing you could think was, “Mother of god, I’m dead, he closed it. I knew he wasn’t going to let this one slide. Gosh this didn’t go as planned! Of course not, he is Eisuke, why am I so stupid.”

The ride was silent, you could hear a pin drop. Eisuke to your surprise didn’t attempted anything. He just sat there, probably planning something. At the restaurant it was a whole different thing.

“She is a coworker who got me richer then I was before, happy”

“Can we just eat?”

“I want to do both, eat and talk to you. I don’t think there is a problem with that” coldly he looked at you as he finished his sentence. You could sense that there was something he was hiding, perhaps something he knew. What you did not know was that he had seen you and François together and was beginning to suspect of both of you.

“H-How was your day,” your voice echoed through the room, the restaurant was empty, it was only you and Eisuke alone.

“I’ll let you take a guess at that ‘honey’.” He said emphasizing the word honey and making it sound sarcastic.

“………”

“Your jealousy attacks ruined my day. If that is what you want to know.” His cold tone made the temperature of your body drop, you could now feel that your feet where getting cold. You have never walked out on him before. “Have anything to add?” he snapped.

“I-I….I didn’t want to…to talk about it at that moment.”

“…and you thought that immature action would be the solution? Seems like I overestimated you.” He said as looked at you up and down. Your flesh burning under his gaze. “You don’t seem talkative today,______?” he scoffed.

“What can I say when you are looking at me in such way…” you thumped the glass of red wine you had in hand with your fingers, looking away from Eisuke as to avoid his eyes.

“What did you do today,” now inquiring he took a bite of the stake that was seating in front of him. You had tried to avoid this at all cost, and you were not about to give up now.

“Paris, just walking and thinking.”

“I hope that for your own good, you are not telling any lies  _____.” he stated taking another bite

“There is no need to make any threats Eisuke” you sipped down the smooth wine, you needed some boost to get you throughout the night.

“Nervous, why be ______? There are no photographers here. You can relax honey.” He gave you a friendly smile. “This stake…its good, you should try it.” Eisuke took his fork and offered a pice of his meat to you. Not daring to do or say anything that would get him mad you took the fork and ate the meat.

“…Hhm…yeah I guess its good. The food is delicious every where you take me Eisuke” smiling you gave him back his fork.

“The guys asked were you were, they wanted to see you.” Wiping his lips he continued, “You know in what position that put me in _____?”

“The guys!” you gasped, bringing your hands to your cover your lips.

“Oh! Now you remember, to late baby, the punishment is already thought and planed.” He snapped.

“P-pu-punishment?”

“I will limit your credit cards. You are not allowed to go out anywhere, except with people I approve of.” You were relieve it was only that. “and I don’t approve of François. You got it.

“What do you mean I can’t go out?” you raised your tone, the liquor had done its job. “Don’t you think I’m old enough to make my own decisions? You have got to be kidding me right?”

“Ooh so François sparked the anger I see”

“No!..not at all its just that I don’t find it fair. Actually why are you even bringing him up?” you sassed.

“You know why” he let out a deep breath. All you could think then was how he was been such a hypocrite. “Alright I’m done, lets go home I have a busy schedule tomorrow.” He got up and you followed him to the limo.

As you got out of the limo with Eisuke, both of you were attacked by paparazzi and reporters, apparently your engagement was the talk of the season.

“Have you guys talked about the wedding?”

“Are you guys expecting a baby?” Question after question were shot at Eisuke and you. You were surprise you even managed to get in the elevator without getting injured. Suspicious of what Eisuke had said about François got you even more nervous as you both walked to your room. At that movement Eisuke was thinking of ways to keep his cool although he had a war in his mind. He was thinking, “How could she be doing this to me. How can I be not enough for her. I give her everything she wants. I want to make her mine tonight and show her who she belongs to, but I know she is starting to suspect that I know, and I can’t let her see that. I love her enough to stop myself from doing any harm to her, but she is being so stupid for thinking I wouldn’t notice. She should of known by now that I always know everything. Oh well, I might give her another chance to tell me the truth, before I teach her a lesson. It was partially my fault, partially, lets keep that in mind Eisuke, just partially.”

“I hope you take what I said earlier as a serious matter ______. Now..” he stepped closer to you and placed a hand on your left shoulder, “That doesn’t mean you wont go out.” He placed a kiss on your forehead. “Go to sleep, I’ll be back later tonight.” He closed the door, and you thought,

“This can be my chance to scape, I seriously feel that at any movement something can explode.” However just as you finish your thought sentence the door nob turned and the door was opened.

“Get me my phone, yes the one on the desk.” He demanded. You ran towards his desk and back to him.

“Here” you said handing him his phone.

“I love you, you know.” He said as he turned around with his blushing face and walked out the door. “Why does he do that” you thought, “he makes it so difficult to decide. François also makes it difficult, dammit, why me world why me.” You did as you were told, and went to sleep. It had been a very emotionally exhausting day. 

Like the usual, Eisuke was not there when you woke up. His place in the bed was not even touched. It was exactly like it was before. Not trying to think the worst, you started to get ready. Once you were done you called Eisuke, you just needed to know where he had been.

“Eisuke?”

“What is the matter?”

“Did..you didn’t come last night.”

“Should I have? Last time I checked I made the rules of the game.”

“Well you should of told me at least”

“Not until you tell me what you did yesterday” he snapped.

“…..are you kidding me? Again?”

“I’m waiting”

“I told you already,”

“Damn it! _____! Who do you think I’m exactly” he barked. He waited for your repose but you felt silent. Seeing that you wouldn’t talk he continue, “I hope you realize you made the front page. Yes that is fucking right, you better be prepare ______ for what is coming your way, because the engagement wont be dropped and YOU will have to fix this. I’m tire of fixing your errors.” You didn’t know, but Eisuke had made a trap and you had fallen right into it. As soon as he had heard of what it was going to printed that day in the LA FEMME ACTUELLE magazine, he made plans to take this to his advantage. Jealousy had blinded him, he could of stop the publishers but he didn’t make the effort to. He no longer care about his reputation, all he wanted was for you to realize your error.

“Wha-What are you taking abou-” but he had hung up the phone. 15 minutes later Aimeé came in with a magazine, by the look she had you knew this was from bad news. “Mr. Ichinomiya order me to hand this to you personally.” It was a magazine, on the top right conner there was a picture of you and François hugging near his neighborhood.

“What!” you gasp in disbelief. You must of have been really socked since you did not realize when Aimeé left. “Is this what Eisuke was storming about?” you then felt a buzz, it was a call from François.

“________ they got us this time! Has Eisuke-”

“I need to get out of here François.” You knew that after this event you were not going to be the safe princess of Eisuke anymore. You knew that you could be put in danger.

“I will come get you tonight, he is in a meeting then, don’t pack act normal. I will pick you up at 8pm Ok ______.” He said and then hung up.

The clock’s hands intercede into one marking that it was 8 o’clock. François hadn’t called. “When is he going to call me.” You heard a knock on the door. You opened the door to a panting François, gasping for air.

“Lets go, now we have no time to waste” He grabbed you by the hand pulling you to wards the hallway and closing the door with the other hand. You guys speed walk towards the elevator. Both of you walked in the elevator and Ota, who was just coming out of it saw you.

“_____-” Ota called your named, but was cut off by the closing doors of the elevator.

“Shit we have to get out of here!” you said, “he is going to call him! I just know he is.”

The elevator seemed to take a century to get down to the lobby.

“No… we are going to go the other exit, the less crowded one.” François said taking a sharp turn towards the far end of the hotel. The fresh air felt refreshing as both of you rushed outside holding hands. You felt like you could grasp freedom with your fingers, just then however,

“________!” You heard Eisuke yelled out your name. It was obvious at that point that you could not run away anymore from Eisuke. François looked at you, giving you an encouraging look and turned around to face him.

to be continued ~

anonymous asked:

i have a request, can you write about eisuke having an affair behind mc’s back but little did he know mc knew it all along. Mc didn’t leave or confront him because she wants to keep her promise that eisuke makes her which is to never leave his side.But everything changes when mc was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Mc left him without telling the true reason why she left. Eisuke regretting his actions try searching for mc but maybe a little too late?? ( the stick around fic was hella good!)

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Ahhh I made a fairly long fic again. It seems that I am incapable of making short ones lol. I hope you enjoy this and I apologize if it isn’t what you had in mind! Btw, there isn’t any proper dialogue until the very end as I wanted to focus on building up to it. 

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Is there any right way to tell someone that you’re dying? You can recite it, make drafts, practice in the mirror, and it still is something neither is ready to hear. 

In your youth, you’ve envisioned a million ways your life could go. Tucked in the arms of a man that loves you in a white dress, moving into a beautiful house that you’ll spend months decorating to make it feel like home, having a darling child or two, and then spoiling your own grandchildren. That was the plan-not this. 

You stood bare in front of the bathroom mirror, burning the image into your mind of the nasty purple splotches peppering your arms, the thinning limp hair, and the gaunt hollows of your cheeks. 

It had been weeks since you found out the technical terms of what was wrong with you. The fact that a few syllables stringed together could ruin you made you bitter. Perhaps a reason why you were especially vulnerable to the negative thoughts running through was because of a certain someone. 

Lately, you were ensnared in a continuous battle of what hurt more-the sickness or the lies. As cliche as it was, one was tearing at your body and the other your actual soul. You almost felt that knowing the truth crippled you the worst. It made you passive and proved how willing you were to look the other way because of the hold he had on you. 

No, it wasn’t his money or power that kept you trailing behind him. It was worse-you stuck around because you loved him with every fiber of your being. Through the disappointments, the arguments that strained both your throats raw, the dates long-forgotten, and the supposed business calls- you were stuck in a love he considered routine. 

Regardless of whether it was his personality or his social class, he was the one calling the shots and jerking your feelings around. Knowing that you were the one that let him take advantage of you furthered how repulsed you were at the sight staring back in the mirror. Yes, the form in its bruised flesh and skeletal-figure horrified you, but you hated the person more for allowing this to continue for so long. 

It took you a while to piece it together. The first incident that caught your eye was the night of your fifth anniversary. You scrambled to finish your shift early, then spent hours fixing your appearance and nicked the price tag of a new dress that strained your budget. 

That entire week, your colleagues and friends teased you on how giddy you were. Years into the relationship and you still felt your heart flutter for the man. 

You found yourself an hour early in the penthouse and eagerly waiting for your partner to arrive. The restaurant was Michelin worthy and kept a stunning view of the city below. It was a place you had long raved about and that he had secretly made note of in that emotionally awkward way of his. 

Before you knew it, three hours has passed and you had already blowed his phone up with texts to no avail. You were a combination of concerned and furious, but knowing his background, you felt with your luck that maybe he had been kidnapped. 

Burning holes in the tiling, you had been found by the other bidders that seemed especially disturbed that you were still in the penthouse sans hotel magnate partner on the evening of your anniversary . 

You brushed them off and made an excuse of how you understood he was a busy man, but felt odd on how Soryu seemed to avoid your stare. From his nervous tic of painfully rubbing the back of his neck to his downcast eyes, something was surely eating at him. Had you not been so disappointed with the night’s turn of events, you would have approached him. If you had, maybe things would have turned out better. 

Nearly one in the morning with you curled up on a love-seat and half-asleep did your date finally arrive. You were too exhausted and emotionally-drained to respond when he gently picked you up. Cradling you in his arms, he carried you to your shared bedroom. 

You recall him softly apologizing and then making up for his absence by spending the remainder of the night entangled in another’s arms. Nothing else was strange except for the faint scent of lavender you remembered. From then on, you would smell lavender every few weeks until a hatred of the plant festered in you. 

The instance that shook your world was when you woke up in the middle of the night with murmuring faint in the other room. You crept past and felt your heart drop to your stomach when you heard his familiar baritone utter lewd phrases meant for another. 

There had to be some mistake. It was a bad dream. Perhaps, he just needed to sweet-talk someone for another shady deal. 

You had been together for years through thick and thin from attempted assassinations to blackmail and petty arguments. Promises to stay together for the long run and countless actions proving your trust in another-no, this could not be happening. 

The next morning, you kissed him on the lips as you usually did and carried on with your life. It was the cowardice and desperation inside that prevented you from confronting him and risk the life you had made together. 

You knew it was unhealthy and violated every one of your values to think that maybe if you kept your mouth shut, if you continued to play the role of the perfect girlfriend that he would marry you. The two of you could still be happy together and that he would soon tire of the other woman. 

Now as you stare in the mirror and dissect every freckle and insecurity you have harbored for the past year, you know you can’t go on. 

The young girl with an honesty like no other still exists in you, dying shell and all. With that, you make the decision to disappear. You feel bittersweet when it’s Soryu that helps you get away. 

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Sitting on a lone park bench, you don’t react when he comes to sit beside you. You keep your eyes forward with your thin lips pressed in a tight line and wait. 

“…” The silence drags on for several moments as the chill of autumn breezes past. With a slight childhood-like innocence, you note that you can see your breath. 

He shifts and leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees before burying his face in his hands. The way he holds himself is so different from the Eisuke Ichinomiya the public knows. There is no confidence and the way his shoulders are hunched over makes him seem smaller. His designer and neatly pressed purple dress-shirt and suit is replaced with a quiet black sweater. 

For how well you are holding up, you nearly flinch when you hear him speak after going without the sound for months. “…It wasn’t easy…finding you. I was surprised.” 

Rather than wasting your breath to entertain his version of small-talk, you keep silent and focus on a grand tree with reddening branches. It would be lovely to paint it. 

“I thought I knew you better than anyone else,” He slowly rose and cocked his head to catch your eye. 

The piercing and calculating sepia was vacant, and now seemed more exhausted than anything. His features were always finely chiseled, but the hollows of his cheeks seemed sickly. In your mind, you laughed bitterly at how you were supposed to be the dying one yet his haggard appearance challenged yours. 

With a rather heavy exhale, he continued, “I once thought I could see right through you and read everything about you. I was wrong.” His tone was low and each word carried its individual weight. 

You used whatever remaining strength and furled your thin digits into fists, trying to fight back the trembles as your throat tightened. 

“I could do anything, say anything, and know that you would still be there. I could hurt you-I did hurt you, and you stayed.” The brunette male pursed his lips and glanced away with a pained expression. 

You finally gathered the bits of resentment and hurt that festered in you to air it out. “I…I really believed in you. I convinced myself that if I stuck it out that…You would forget the other woman and that we would be okay. We could just continue on, we would get married, and we would be fine.” Mustering the nerve, you properly jutted your shoulders to face him head-on and stunned him with the severity of your eyes. 

“Do you know how twisted that is-to think like that? I was so in love with you that I made myself sick,” you spat out the words with such venom that he nearly reeled back. 

Forcing a bitter laugh out, you gritted your teeth, “Now look at me! I really am sick.” Mockingly, you gestured to your frame and picked at the sweaters that swallowed your thin frame whole. 

He remained still, finally getting a proper glimpse into your perspective after all this time. Chest raising heavily, your ex-lover tried, “I can get you help. There’s a hospital in-” 

“Stop. If I really wanted, don’t you think I could have asked Soryu or any of the others?” You sent him a bitter smile, your eyes twinkling humorlessly. Oh, how the tables have turned. You were like a stonewall with cool features while he was fumbling around. 

“(Y/N), you don’t want to die. You’re not throwing your life away because of something shitty I did. I can help-” The words died in his mouth when you raised your hand to signal that he stop again. 

“I’m not throwing my life away. I just want to do things at my own pace now.” This time, your smile was much less cruel as you considered what that meant to you. You pulled at the collar of your woolen coat, noting how stiff your fingers felt from the frigid air. 

The fury and passion that was the Tres Spades King seemed to ignite as he straightened in his seat to bark out, “At your own pace? You can’t think like that and take your damned time!! This isn’t a game-you are dying!!” 

You shook your head, almost feeling oddly comforted to see him in his usual raging spirits. “You’re not listening. I spent years living at your pace, trailing after you, doing what you want. Now I want to live as I like.” 

The words seemed to finally hit him and you decided to provide that extra security for him. “I’m actually getting better. It doesn’t seem like it now, but I feel it.” 

Several long moments passed as your own (e/c) gazed into his, trying to convey every frustrated and hopeful emotion that was surging through you. 

This was your life now. 

It wouldn’t have the white dress, the giddy laughter of children running through a home that you’ve built, or the adoring spouse. Your plans had changed and your priorities altered to fit this reality. It would be one likely without Eisuke Ichinomiya and that knowledge made your heart crumble once more as you forced a smile towards him.

Being with him had been painful. 

Learning to be without him as you healed would be painful. 

The realization that you could no longer smell lavender on him was painful.