#voltage inc angst

[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

✧

[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)

[shidos-daughter]

Father!Kazuomi Shido X Daughter!Reader

[Platonic AU]

"𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞."

Kazuomi Shido is the richest man in the world, a self-made billionaire known for his brilliant business tactics and immense wealth. Years ago, during a trip to a village in Indonesia, he met Lituhayu, the most beautiful woman in the village. Their relationship was not approved by Lituhayu's father, the Head of the Village. When he discovered that Lituhayu was pregnant, he was furious. The village held strict traditional beliefs, and a child born out of wedlock was considered cursed. To protect his daughter and the village's reputation, he struck a deal with Kazuomi: Kazuomi had to stay in the village until Lituhayu gave birth, and once the child was born, he had to take her with him, away from the village. Fearing the potential scandal and complications it could bring to his empire, Kazuomi agreed. However, instead of raising the child himself, he decided to leave Pricsilla in the care of his adoptive father, Zack Thompson. Zack, a notorious mob boss and marijuana business owner, reluctantly agreed to raise Pricsilla under his protection.

Pricsilla grew up in an environment that was far from ordinary. Despite the lavish surroundings and the best education money could buy, her upbringing was shadowed by the dark world of organized crime. Zack, though ruthless in his own right, had a soft spot for the girl and provided for her in ways Kazuomi never could.

Without the emotional support of a father nor a mother, Pricsilla learned to be resilient and independent. She inherited her mother's beauty and her father's sharp mind and strong will. Zack taught her the ways of the world, instilling in her a blend of street smarts and business acumen.

Twelve years later, Kazuomi finds himself compelled to visit Zack's Mansion. As he steps into the grand mansion, memories of his past affair flood back. The opulent surroundings, however, are a stark contrast to the simple beauty of the village where he met Lituhayu.

In the vast garden, he sees a young girl practicing martial arts, It takes a moment for him to realize that this is Pricsilla, his daughter. The resemblance to Lituhayu is striking; her delicate features and graceful demeanor are unmistakable. Yet, there is something more—an air of confidence and authority that mirrors his own.

Kazuomi is taken aback by how much she has grown and how little he knows her. He watches her interact with the staffs that work for Zack and also other people, noticing the respect she commands despite her young age. As she approaches him, he sees the fire in her eyes, a reflection of his own ambition and determination.

Pricsilla's reaction to her father's presence is mixed. She has heard stories about him, both good and bad, and now faces the man who abandoned her. She confronts him with a blend of curiosity and resentment, questioning his absence and lack of involvement in her life.

Kazuomi, grappling with guilt and regret, tries to explain his actions, but words fail him. He realizes that no amount of wealth or power can compensate for the years lost. He sees in Pricsilla the potential for greatness but also the scars of a childhood without parental love.

"My little girl.. I hurt her mother, but no words of mine will ever hurt her."

Tbc.

[keikaru]

Navy Bird - Pirates in Love

Originally written in 2019. Edited in 2024.

This fandom may be dead, but I’m still here with content! During my FF.net days, lots of readers really wanted my OC from “Pirates in Reminisce Island” to end with Eduardo (and so do I). Dedicating this fic to my old PIL readers if you’re out there. <3

Synopsis: Mina is the daughter of a naval officer. She believes in the law and justice, but soon enough, she discovers corruption is rampant among officers. When she points out their amoral behavior, they turn their weapons on her. She injures one of them out of self-defense but is afraid of their retaliation on the priory. In a strange twist of fate, a member of the Sirius crew saves her, which leads her to reevaluate her beliefs about the pirates.  

(You can read this story without any knowledge of PIL.)

Navy Bird

I was raised to believe that navy officers were moral men driven by justice and chivalry.

So why did my hand grip a blade and turned it against men of virtue and righteousness? Officers who were meant to be defenders of the helpless, men who were meant to be incorruptible and deemed worthy of a medal pinned to their lapel…why was itI who raised a hand in defiance to their cruelty?

“You’ll pay for that you wretched whore!” One of the officers yelled, before turning his attention back to his wounded comrade.

I lowered my gaze to the injured man. His back was against the wall as he hunched over, hand pressed over the injury. A crimson stain flourished from underneath his palm, blotting his ivory uniform into a color that matched the wickedness in his heart.

Before the men reacted, I turned and fled from the dim alley. My boots hit the ground, and I heard my heartbeat thunder in my ears.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I ran into the night. Darkness found me, steadied me, and told me I would be safe if I kept moving.

I wanted to cry and spill the contents of my dinner onto the ground but was held back by my fear of being caught. My fate was tied to the morning sun, but I couldn’t abandon the priory. They took me in after my father died. The least I could do was warn them about the officer’s retaliation.

The priory would be set ablaze, that much I knew. At the very least, I could warn them about the officer’s retaliation and give them enough time to leave.

I bit my tongue. I held no love for the bastards that seized my town. I knew violence was wrong, but the pain the officer felt was less compared to my people.

Hot tears blurred my vision as I bolted blindly past a bar. A silhouette flickered ahead, and I narrowly avoided a well-dressed man.

“Lass, you’re—”

I skirted around him and hid myself in the dark.

Paranoia struck a powerful chord within me. Every voice and shadow that passed stirred a deep uneasiness inside my chest. To calm myself, I counted backwards from twenty.

When footsteps passed, I exhaled and set out again.

Up ahead, I saw the priory. All the windows were dark and curtained. I hurried along the abandoned road and prayed that someone heard the commotion and notified them to leave.

With every step I took toward the crumbling building, I realized the gravity of the situation. Where would the elderly and children go if the building burned? How would the prioress react? Will the officers harm them?

No. They only knew my face and my face alone. Everyone else was safe. I had to believe that.

As I approached the doorway, someone seized my arm. In that split second, I wondered if my blade would taste another man’s blood tonight.

I whirled around and without thinking, I brandished my blade.

When I met their eyes, it was a man.

The frown on his face was illuminated by the lantern he held. His pristine uniform signified his status in the navy.

Was he that bargoer?

As he stepped closer to me, he held a musket in his other hand. I blanched. How did he find me? Had he been trailing me? It was futile, but I lunged forward with my blade.

He sidestepped me and jabbed the musket at me. I dodged his attack, but the muzzle caught the frills of my blouse. As I scrambled to get away, he only grinned and threw me against the wooden door of the priory.

I cried out and dropped my blade as pain seared throughout my collarbone. He pressed the muzzle against my clavicle, and I gritted my teeth. My flimsy blouse was a thin layer against his cold, callous weapon.

I struggled, but he only pressed the weapon harder against me.

“If only you’d let us have our fun,” the man mused, bringing the lantern close to my face. I winced at the sudden brightness. “If it weren’t for your pretty face, this damned place would have burned down a long time ago. Funny how you’d sully yourself just to protect this shit hole of a home.”

The officer laughed, setting the lantern on the ground. He moved closer and stepped on the blade, preventing me from reaching it. With the musket still pressed to my body, he leaned forward and grabbed my chin, prying my mouth open with his thumb.

I held my gaze as he observed me, eyes raking down my torn blouse. I bristled with rage and kept quiet.  

He clicked his tongue in amusement and released my chin.

“Your father was an honorable officer. He died while defending his values, you know. A virtuous man until the end.” He reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair from my face. “It’s poetic the daughter will die the same way.”

Immediately, he struck me across the face. I gasped out in pain and cradled a hand to my cheek, blinking back tears.  

“I hate women like you.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced me to look up. A scathing look mingled with disgust crossed his features. It unsettled me. “Educated, perceptive, and beautiful—pah. Women are creatures of obedience and ignorance. Not a single thought should cross that pretty little head of yours. Your father tainted you, spoiled you with the delights only a man should have.”

“My father wasn’t bound by tradition,” I spat out, twisting away from his grip. “He gifted me with knowledge because he knew I could stand as an equal in this world.”

The officer threw his head back and laughed. “Your father was a fool. His ideas of virtue and valor only made others laugh at him. He believed officers were the hand of justice in these unprecedented times.” He curled a hand around my neck but didn’t suffocate me—yet. I clawed at his gloved hand in vain as he pressed against my neck. “If he let us have our way, he wouldn’t have died, you know.”

“What are you trying to get at?” I demanded.

He slowly tightened his grip around my throat.

The officer smiled wickedly at me. “I killed him. The fool had it coming.”

The strength in my arms sapped as I stopped prying at his hands. I could only stare back in horror.

“…what?”

He was lying. I was told that my father died an honorable death—defending the townsfolk from a pirate invasion. This officer had to be lying. I had no reason to believe him. He was a lying, dishonorable cur through and through. He was goading me. Inciting rage.

But why? Why did he stare at me with those hateful eyes, filled with malice and the certainty that he did, in fact, murder my father?

“You—you bastard,” I managed out unevenly. My vision blurred as something warm rolled down my face. Something stirred within me—a rage boiled from the very depths of my heart.

Before I knew it, I ripped the musket from my blouse, string and fabric fluttering in the air. The officer took a step back, bewildered by my forcefulness. I couldn’t think properly, only blinded by pure anger I never knew laid dormant inside me. 

He hastily fired a shot but missed. The bullet lodged itself into the door behind me. I grabbed the blade from the ground and charged at him while tears rolled fresh down my face.

For tonight, I was not a killer. Only an agent of retribution.

He sidestepped my attack and swung the musket. I held up my right arm up and shielded myself from the blow. My arm screamed from pain when the musket collided, but I cared not. The man brought his weapon back and swung again—this time, in a wide arc.

I moved back but found myself cornered at the priory entrance.

He grinned, several feet away, and positioned the weapon over his shoulder, poised to fire.

By the time I threw the blade, he would have pulled the trigger. But if I hit his hand, his aim would falter, and I could escape. It was risky, but I was already a dead woman.

I accepted that I had no fate in the morning.

So I prayed. I prayed wherever I ended up, I hoped my father would forgive me for hurting another person.

The shot fired, and I fully expected to die. But the officer dropped his weapon and knelt.

“Arggh!”

From what I saw, his white pant leg was dyed crimson. I squinted and saw another figure in the dark, not too far from where we stood, brandishing his own gun.

“You’ve harassed the lass long enough.”

My savior stepped forward, but it was difficult to tell who he was. He donned an eyepatch and was dressed in dark colors.

Under the moonless sky, I sensed that he was familiar. 

Before thanking my savior, I turned to the officer on the ground. I took quick, short steps to the man. He groaned in pain and tried to reach for his weapon as I approached.

I kicked the musket far from his reach and before I knew it, I tackled him to the ground and hit him in the face. He cursed at me and called me derogatory names. No matter how many times he called me a bitch, wretch, or whore I hit him as hard as I could.

“I hope you rot in hell!” I screamed, as tears flowed freely down my face. “You took my father from me. You ruined my town. You smeared the name of navy officers and destroyed the foundation of justice and truth I believed in…! You…you’re nothing but…!”

The man below me continued to swear but stopped resisting. Finally, I dropped my hands. I huffed and glared at him, feeling exhaustion overtaking me. As I glanced at my knuckles, blood coated them.

“Kill me, why don’t you…? If it eases your pain.” He mocked, blood running down his nose. He spat out blood beside him and appeared smug. “Another will take my place even if you kill me. So do it, little lady. Do it because by tomorrow morning, you’ll be killed.”

I suddenly remembered my blade.

Wildly, I grabbed for it. Why did I ever set it down?

My emotions were strung high, scattered between grief, animosity, and rage. It was difficult to think clearly. But this man, this pathetic, rotten excuse of an official—I loathed him. I loathed him with every fiber of my being. I bristled with ferocity when I remembered the other corrupted officials who abandoned their duty and sunk deep into wickedness.   

I held the blade above my head. Time slowed. The officer below me only grinned. He welcomed it. He embraced death by my hands.

I could kill him. Kill him and avenge my father. Kill him, kill him, kill him, the voice echoed in my head. Tomorrow didn’t exist. Only in this moment did I have the chance to end his life like he ended my father’s.

But the hand that held the blade trembled. It wouldn’t budge.

Tears streamed down my face as I gazed at the man. He looked pitiful, bruised and reduced to a bloody pulp. He returned my stare. Do it, his eyes urged. Put me out of my misery.

Just then, a hand closed over my knuckles.

I glanced over my shoulder while his hand still clasped mine.  

“That’s enough, lass.” My savior’s voice was quiet, soothing.

He wore a long, ruddy colored coat lined with gold buttons. It looked luxurious and sturdy, so much more than I could ever afford. Suddenly, I forgot about the officer below me and realized my tattered attire. I held a hand to my chest to preserve what dignity I had left. My savior turned his eye away from mine and glanced at the bloodied officer instead.

“He won’t harm you anymore. Not in that state.”

I lowered my blade and numbly nodded my head.

My savior helped me to my feet and guided me away from the officer. The officer let out another string of curses, but he grew quiet as we left the priory.

I slid the blade back into my boot and secured it in its hidden sheath.

The man with the eyepatch led me somewhere quiet, and to where—I knew not. He spoke in a soothing tone, calming me from my grief-stricken state. Whatever he said, it was lost on me. I was glad that he spoke, speaking about nonsense to distract me from my dark thoughts.

He seemed very kind despite his sharp gaze. The man then offered me a tin flask and I realized it contained alcohol. Seldom did I touch alcohol, but I needed something to assuage my nerves. I drank it eagerly but slowed once the bitter flavor scorched down my throat. I coughed and wiped my mouth before handing back the flask.

He pocketed it and continued.

For a while, we walked in companionable silence. Nobody milled about, as many were fearful of the night patrols by the navy. But knowing the officers, they were most likely at bars or red districts.  

The cool air dried my tears, but my nose was colored red. I held my blouse close to my chest to preserve my modesty, but my right shoulder had a gaping hole. Frills and loose thread dangled everywhere, and if I had the materials, I would mend it later.

My thoughts whirled around as we walked, further from the light of the central district. The navy would hunt me down. Those living at the priory would have to leave. My town was already in shambles. And where was I supposed to go?

I looked ahead, seeing my savior’s back. I didn’t have a good look at his face, but he seemed oddly familiar. We never met in person, but I have seen him somewhere before. Perhaps in passing?

“Sir,” I quivered out. I was unsure if he heard me. He kept walking. “May I know your name? And, um, thank you.” I let out a shaky sigh. “For helping me. I am grateful.”

He paused so abruptly that I collided with his back.

“You’re welcome.”

I didn’t press further for his name, as I realized I haven’t introduced myself either. I found myself staring at his back as he continued walking. He had broad shoulders and moved with a confident stride.

I wonder why he saved me. Did he have his own motive? Or was it out of selflessness?

I halted.

He noticed I was no longer following him due to the absence of footfalls. He partly turned, craning his neck to look at me.

“What’re you doing, lass?” He sounded impatient. “If you don’t come along, they’ll find you.”

“Where are we going?” I asked quietly. My fingers gripped the fabric of my shirt. “At least tell me where we’re going. You have my gratitude, but you don’t fully have my trust.”

“You followed me this far and now you want an explanation?” He ran a hand through his dark hair, exasperated. “Talk about priorities. Fine—I’ll explain along the way. But first, we need to get you out of this town. You know they’ll be looking for you in the morning.”

“I know.” I began to walk again, following him. He moved, but with a sense of urgency this time. “They’ll have a bounty for my head soon. That much I’m aware.”

His strides were longer and faster than mines. I struggled to keep up.

“At the very least, my crew can drop you off at another port. You can start anew there,” he said this with finality, with no room for argument. “It’ll be difficult, but I believe you can manage. You have tenacity from what I’ve seen.”

I grew quiet again. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I thought about the events from earlier. My body ached, especially my right arm and collarbone. While I failed to see tomorrow, he was already planning my next course of action as if he was familiar with this life. Whatever this life meant. Things were moving too fast, but it was impossible to fight the pull of time. But how could he be so levelheaded in this situation? It was too much to handle. Some things sunk in, but other things didn’t.

I tipped my head back and looked up at the sky.

Above us, a few seagulls cawed and glided through the oil slick night. Stars shimmered, as if offering hope. What will tomorrow bring? I thought. What port town awaits me? As the man strode onwards, I spoke again.

“My name is Mina.” I fiddled with the loose threads of my blouse. With my free hand, I brushed the tears away. “My father was a virtuous naval officer, unlike those you just saw. And, um, my mother—she was a dancer. Both my parents died, so the priory took me in. I tried to stop the officers from taxing what little we have.”

He was quiet as he listened to my story. After a respectful pause, he spoke. “Eduardo. Just Eduardo is fine, lass. I don’t care much for formalities.”

“Ah.” I said flatly. “Eduardo. As in…Sirius?”

The name registered, but my reaction was mild. I was emotionally and physically exhausted from the events before and wasn’t as shocked as I thought I would be. Normally, fear would have gripped me, but I felt hollow. Today was already a strange day, only making room for stranger events and stranger people.

“I’ve heard the awful rumors, but I can’t believe them. Not after today because you saved my life.” I shook my head and laughed weakly. Eduardo looked at me as if I lost a few screws. Of course, there was nothing to laugh about. But I found it absurd all the same.

“You’re a member of the Sirius crew,” I mumbled, trying to make sense of everything, “pirates have saved me from the navy. Who would have thought? But isn’t the navy supposed to protect its citizens? So why—” I balled my fists, my voice rising out of confusion and anger— “why were they abusing their authority and burdening the townsfolk? Why do they exploit the weak and tax the church? Aren’t they supposed to protect? To uphold the law? Then why, why did they abandon their duty? To whom am I supposed to turn to when I need justice?”

I was frustrated beyond measure. It didn’t make sense. Officers were supposed to be paragons of goodness. Pirates were supposed to be bad. But reality was never that simple.  

My tears were relentless. Every being of my body shook as I thought of my father—the only good man among the corrupted. There had to be others, but they were so little and few in between.

“All my life, I grew up believing the navy officers were good men. But now I could see that I was blind. I fooled myself, making excuses whenever the officers committed any wrongdoings. I was blind, wasn’t I? So willfully ignorant. I looked away because I didn’t want to believe it. But no,” I spat out bitterly, my vision blurring. “Not anymore. I won’t make up excuses for them any longer. I won’t turn away. And to think…to think that the infamous Sirius pirates would save me instead. I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

“Then don’t,” Eduardo murmured quietly. “Your whole belief system built over the years just shattered in an instant. Anyone would breakdown.”

“So what do I do now?”

My legs gave out and my knees hit the ground. I pounded the ground with my balled-up fist. Desperation overwhelmed me as I tried to search for an answer. Anything to guide me in the right direction. Anything to latch onto, knowing what I believed in, has betrayed me.

I would have to start anew—a new name, new town, a fresh start. But what about everything I’ve known here? This measly port town was the only one I knew. I knew nothing of the world beyond where my feet could take me. I didn’t even say goodbye to the ones I loved and cared for at the priory.

“How am I supposed to forget this?” I sobbed, cradling my injured hand to my chest. “This is the only life I’ve known. I can’t leave it behind so easily.”

He didn’t look at me, only up at the sky. “Some turn to religion for comfort. Some learn to move on. As for you,” he fully turned, his coat billowed in the wind as he faced me. “That’s up to you to figure out, lass. But at the very least—”

With the backdrop of stars and an air of solemnity surrounding him, Eduardo knelt in front of me.

“Come with me, Mina,” he said calmly. I couldn’t help but believe in his words like scripture. “I can guarantee your safety.”

[voltage-otome-writer]

A Tale of Two Rings: Jin Namba x Ihana Ryuzaki

This has been playing on my mind for a while now.

Jin stared at the young woman who was sitting on her chair, knees to the chest.

They had completed an assignment where Ihana found the culprit who took her fiancé's life.

Her parting words were simple: "I did my job so that people like you don't make people like me suffer unnecessarily."

The Chief had always wondered why her engagement ring was still on her finger. To be honest, he felt slightly envious of whoever had stolen her heart.

She'd calmed down after her break down, and she told him everything.

Jin sighed, of course. He was being an idiot for being envious of a dead man.

Ihana's tenacity and drive had gotten her so far. He was proud of her.

Yet.... "So chief. That's my story....this band is..." she looked at him.

Eyes as dark as storm clouds, lips as red as blood...

He took two strides and claimed her lips, "coming off...just like mine."

[kamyru]

I like how Voltage Inc makes MCs canonically pretty, like the scene where Kuranosuke says that MC is more on the pretty side. And something similar happens in Toshiaki's POV too. From what I remember, even Ayumu admits that MC is pretty or something like this. Sen is crazy after MC's legs. Kasumi tries to convince MC that she is also on the pretty side, not only him. Nearly in every story they say that MC is beautiful or something.

But, at the same time, it makes me so sad. Don't get me wrong, I don't remember seeing ugly girls. I like how girls look and everything, and I know that beauty comes from within. However, I have never been confident in my looks. So, every time it's mentioned that MC is pretty, I'm like: "Yeah, and that's the reason I will never meet someone who truly loves me. Because girls are pretty, but I'm not."

In high school, I couldn't even look in the mirror because I was crying every time due to how ugly I saw myself. Even now, every single time I think that it's not a bad idea to talk with a guy, I lose all my confidence because they don't have a reason to talk with me when there are prettier girls around. My ex cheated on me with my best friend who was objectively more beautiful than me.

And, this is probably one of the angst tropes I adore, even if it's not canonically angst. The one where MC is pretty, because I'm not and it hurts.

[the-writing-writer]

𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓑𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓻

Genre: Mostly Angst

Warnings: Illegal stuff like human trafficking, implied sexual exploitation and other illegal activities, suspicious, almost illegal age-gap (33-18)

Pairing: Eisuke Ichinomiya x Reader

Fandom: Voltage Inc. (KBTBB)

Angel’s Notes: More of a preview/prologue than an actual chapter. Just kinda wanna see how this goes

The only reason Eisuke bothered buying you was to provide offspring for the Ichinomiya family, one of the richest and most successful businesses in all of Japan.

When you finally got pregnant after Eisuke tried for almost half a year, you were more devastated than happy. Not only were you trapped in a loveless, abusive marriage with one of the richest men in the world, but you were going to bring a child into his grasp as well.

When your baby boy was born, a grand party was thrown in the Tres Spades Hotel in celebration. The VIP Party room was full of Eisuke’s business partners and constituents. Many of whom had bid on you when you were up for auction.

Alongside them were their wives, some who stared at you with sympathy and some who glared at you in disgust.

Not that you could blame them… the age difference between the two of you was suspicious. 15 years.

And yet as they greeted your family, the congratulations went only to Eisuke for having such a strapping baby boy, and to the baby for being so handsome and smart. None of them congratulated you or even gave you any compliments. All they cared about was the baby. And that’s all anyone in that room would ever care about.

[2-lines-and-a-circle]

My otome game journey

Note: So, I’ve been thinking lately about my journey from playing otome games and I just wanted to put it out there. Mainly because I was so curious if anyone has done the same thing as me.

Let’s see, I started with Midnight Cinderella, and I remember the first route I ever did was Alyn’s, which was pretty chill. The ending in a way traumatized me because if I remember correctly, he actually went off to war instead of being with you. For Alyn it made sense because he’s a knight and all that but, I didn’t know at that time that sometimes it’s not always a happy ending.

After that I ventured into the world of wizardess hearts, I actually played several routes. Yet, I don’t remember much other than really liking the MC because I thought she looked cute. Yeah, I can't exactly say much about that one…

It was then that I found my forged wedding and started playing a bunch of voltage inc games. I absolutely love my forged wedding, it’s one of the few otome games where I recommended playing everyone’s route. Seeing as I loved my forged wedding, I continued playing a bunch of other games from them all the way to Irristable mistakes.

During that time, I heavily invested several hours into several different game titles and fell in love with many of the suitors. Some shoutouts would be Star crossed myths, My last first kiss, seduced in the sleepless city and many more. Of course, I came to find another game which was not mystic messenger. I actually was not involved in that because I had a sister who was too invested in that. Let’s just say, I didn’t want to wake up late at night because of their game events.

Anyway, I came to invest my time in Mr Love: Queen's Choice, but it was very short lived. Why, because during that time I was too far down the kpop rabbit hole. Even though I was a big kpop fan since 2011, I reached an all-time peak. I still do enjoy kpop now, just not to that level of extreme. When I say extreme, I mean following several groups and watching everything that they had. Anything they appeared in I felt like I needed to watch that, but more on my kpop journey later.

By now it was late 2018 and I rekindled the flame for Mr Love: Queen's Choice but it wasn’t just that. I fell down the rabbit hole of the Chinese media! I grew to love c-dramas and their music. I kid you not I was in a whole different league of my own. So next thing I knew I repeated my kpop trash days but with everything c-pop instead.

Then, for a very brief time period in 2019 I grew to love Thai series because my mother had a liking for Thai BL. Then I went back to watching C-dramas and watched the series called the Untamed with my mother since she really liked the actors.

Finally, we arrive at the year 2020, the pandemic and such made life crazy. I also started to hear about this game called Ikemen sengoku and I was like hey how interesting. However, I was busy and never got back to the game after finishing a couple chapters. Yet, I heard about twisted wonderland, and I became more consistent with that instead. I love twisted wonderland and thought that I should find another game to give my life to.

This is when I finally decided to try ikemen vampire, I thought it was a pretty crazy idea. I was like, did someone drunk come up with this idea because I want what they were drinking. Now, we are in our present timeline.

I have finished over half of the suitors, routes and I’m very happy I did. This game made me fall in love with otome games all over again. However, every now and then I get a craving for something crazy. That’s when I play games from voltage inc. I highly recommend Ikemen vampire for those that like angst.

Aside from ikemen vampire, I tried out ikemen prince and romance MD as well as Her love in the force. Out of those three I just named, I recommend the latter two rather than the first, especially for those who want a breath of fresh air. Well, that’s all for my progress so far, but it’s not the last!

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

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Too Easy To Forget

Fandom: Star Crossed Myth (Love 365)

Pairing: Leon x Reader

“I warned you!” Leon says, his voice raising a little. You can see his chest rise as he takes a deep breath, rubbing his hand over his face.

You can feel the tears burning hot as you try to not let them fall. And the worst part is, he did warn you. He told you this was nothing serious, but after three months of consistently hooking up, with the best sex of your life, things just happened to change for you.

“I know you did, okay? I know! I didn’t mean for this to happen, but we’ve always been honest. I just can’t keep doing this, Leon,” You choke back the tears, feeling your bottom lip waver. You can’t look at him. You can’t look him in the eye, and at his height it should be easy enough to avoid. This is an absolute disaster and not at all how you wanted what was probably the last time you’d see him to go.

“I have to go back to the heavens. You knew this. I told you from the beginning how this was supposed to be,” He tugs on his hair a little, staying in your line of vision like he’s doing it on purpose.

“Do you think I wanted to fall for you? You think I wanted to end up feeling the way I do about someone I know is leaving and not worrying about what he’s leaving behind? You get the happy ever after in the heavens and I get to stay on Earth,” You scoff a little.

It’s like he thinks this is easy for you. You swore up and down you weren’t going to fall for him. He was too arrogant, demanding, and most times he was selfish with the meatballs you made for him, but dammit he could be sweet, too. He was caring and nice, he took his time whenever you asked him to and he’d always been up front, just like he’d said.

“Please don’t. You knew this was how it would work out. What did you think would happen? I am a God, you are just a goldfish. And don’t act like you don’t mean anything to me. You know I care about you, but you know this is how it’s suppose to be,” He says, absolutely trying to reason with you, but it was too late.

You feel the tears as they break loose and wipe at them quickly. Leon looks like he wants to step forward and help, but he also knows that’s not his place. Especially right now.

“I don’t know what I expected. Not after three months. I don’t know how you can be around and so consistent in someone’s life for that long and not have some sort of feelings for them. I’m not you, Leon.”

You have to wrap your arms around yourself as you lean back against the kitchen counter. He’s got an arm against the fridge right next to you, giving you a caring look that’s making your heart physically hurt.

“I can’t just shut someone out,” You mumble, “I should have known better. I knew better when this first started.”

“Come here,” He says quietly, opening his arms up for you.

And this time you can’t resist it even if you really want to. You lean forward, pressing into his chest and holding his waist tight. He wraps his arms around you securely, even rubbing your back. It does nothing to slow the tears and you both know you’re soaking a spot onto his shirt, but he doesn’t pull back at all.

So you take it in. You realize this is probably the last night you’ll get to have him this close. He goes back to his goddess when he’s in the heavens. You knew that from the start, too. It was like you were borrowing him, keeping him warm and ready for when she finally got him back.

And maybe that played a bigger role in why you were more upset than you realized. He was fully capable of caring about someone, making them an important part of his life. You just weren’t that person, no matter how much you were there for him or cared. And that really hurt.

Leon pulls away then, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. He ducks a little, trying to get you to look up at him. You finally do, sniffling a little. The tears are far from over, but they’re a little less out of control now.

“What do you want? I’m all yours tonight,” He whispers, “You want to sleep together, or you can yell at me. You can hit me if you really want to. Go ahead, take a swing.”

You laugh a little, hating that he knows how to lighten your mood this way. He’s got the softest smile on his face and it makes you realize that this is going to be tough. This is your last night that you get him all to yourself. Part of you wants to just end it how it started: sex and nothing more. But you know, and you think he probably does too, that it’s too late to just go with that.

“I don’t really know,” You say quietly, your voice hoarse from the sobs, “I’m scared to let you go. I don’t think I’ll ever get you back the way I’ve had you lately.”

He tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, “Well, maybe we’re not supposed to. This was exciting and fun, but if I ever come back to Earth we might want different things. Hell, you might have someone new. We just don’t know.”

You look up at him finally. You want to commit him to memory then. You bring a hand up, pressing it to his cheek and running your thumb along his perfect skin gently. He turns his head and kisses your palm, sticking the tip of his tongue out just the tiniest bit to hit your skin. You both laugh a little. You’ll miss him, that much is true. He had been a steady presence over the last however many weeks, but somehow he’d blended seamlessly into your day to day life. Now you’d have to get used to him being absent on all fronts.

“Do you want me to leave?” He checks in, still leaning into your palm.

You shake your head, gently pulling him down by the back of his neck. He goes easily with it and leans in to kiss you, easily putting some pressure behind it. He traps you back against the counter before lifting you onto the surface. You’re finally level with his height, pulling back just enough to rest your forehead on his, trying to hold on just a little longer to him.

“Just one more night, okay?” You ask, though you’re sure he won’t say no.

“I’m all yours then. Whatever you want with me,” He nods.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, trying to decide how to spend the last hours. You think being tangled up in him is probably best. It’s already late anyways. “Can we just go lay down? I don’t have the energy to fight anymore or do much of anything.”

He smiles, reaching to grab your thighs, and hoisting you up. He carries you much easier than you imagine he should be able to, but it lets you have more time to just take him in. The muscles you can feel under his shirt are the same ones you’d held onto some nights, and you lean your head down on his shoulder. You’re lost in thought when he suddenly drops you onto your bed, pulling a small squeal out of your lips.

He strips down, absentmindedly tossing his shirt to you like he’d done so many previous nights. This time you shake your head though. You have to get used to letting him go. He understands, tossing you one of your own pajama shirts and getting under the covers with you.

It’s easy to find him then and get comfortable. You’d done it enough times, but there was always another tomorrow to do it again. Until now.

You waste hours talking about anything you can both think of to distract yourselves. But eventually your lids get too heavy and you’re slurring your words together out of exhaustion.

“Go to sleep, _____. It’s okay,” Leon says, but he’s not sure who he’s really saying it for.

You smile and follow his directions easily. You toss and turn despite his warm shape being right there with you the whole time. But when the sun wakes you up the next day you roll over to find an empty bed.

The sight builds an instant lump in your throat, and you’re immediately trying to swallow it down. You reach over and feel the sheets are cool, letting you know he was fully gone. You didn’t really get the chance to say goodbye. Not that you’re sure you would have been able to do it to his face.

You’re starting to think this was probably for the best when you see the flash of a red jewel on the pillow next to you. Your breath catches and you sit up, grabbing at the piece of jewelry. He’d left his necklace that he’d been wearing the night before. You knew he wore this necklace everyday, but you never imagined he’d leave it.

You shake your head, feeling the tears burn hot down your cheeks, not even bothering to clear them away. It was like a final goodbye from him. A way to remember him. He was easily your hardest goodbye yet, but you were sure you were too easy to forget for him.

SCM Masterlist

[d-om]

MC & Bidders vs Cancer

The angst!! My heart is sh00k.

Baba:

“What’s this?” Baba took of his suit jacket as he was handed a letter with several droplets of water. She didn’t speak. She only nudged her head for him to read the letter. It must be some kind of love letter. Why else would she be so quiet? He smiled at his own thoughts as he tore open the seal.

“Ahem.” He started, slapping the paper loudly in front of him.

“Dear Baba,

We have been together for so many years yet I still can’t find the words to tell you. I have canc-....” Baba sentence trailed off as his eyes looked to her, covered in nothing but regret.

“Baba..I’m so sor-“ The sentence never came. Baba’s arms that flung tightly around her silenced any words and only triggered tears.

“No..” He softly murmured, patting her head. “I’m sorry.”

How could he be so stupid? Baba gnawed at his lip, trying to coax the fear inside of him. But, he knew that the one truly struggling was the beautiful love of his life in front of him. No matter what, he would be there, supporting, tending, and loving her as she..No..They went through this abyss together.

Ota:

The door slammed behind them, echoing loudly in the open space.

“I don’t understand why you cant tell me!” Ota was faced with a predicament that frustrated him. He fully knew she was struggling, struggling with something inside but didn’t want to burden him with her worries. Then what the hell was him being a husband? As they’re vows came out, so did a promise to rely on each other.

��Tell me!”

“I cant!” Everything she had pent up now started to slowly flow out of her. “I just can’t!”

“Why?!” His scenarios he accumulated of what she could of done now started to falter to the darkest side.

“Fine!” She pulled out of his embrace. “I have cancer, Ota! CANCER!” That was the end to the screaming. Nothing followed her words other than silence and the sounds of the city. Cancer? Her? No.. He felt his world he had held up so well now crash in front of him.

“C-Cancer?” Ota repeated her words, almost trying to convince himself that what she said was untrue. No way, not her, not now.

“...I’m sorry.” Her words only tightened his heart even more.

“I swear..” He briskly walked his way to her, cradling her cheek with his hand. “I’ll be here with you. Always.”

Mamoru:

Vigorous coughing echoed from the bathroom to his ears. Mamoru felt along the bed to see if she was laying softly in his arms. Instead, he was met with the cold pillows that hadn’t been touched in hours. Shit. Somethings..off. He hurriedly glanced at the clock. 4:00 am. Somethings definitely off.

“Babe?!” Mamoru rushed out of the room, his body weak from the sudden change in motion and vision. But, as he opened the door to the bathroom, all he could see was her and blood splattered everywhere.

“M-Mamoru..?” Her voice quivered as her eyes locked with his. The sight..Oh my god the sight was something almost of a murder.

“What happened..” He grabbed the nearest towel and started to wipe the blood off of her face. Concern, curiosity, and anger all started to linger strongly inside of him.

“Mamoru.” The hands that were now stained with blood rose up to Mamoru’s cheeks. “Please don’t get mad..”

How could he get mad? And at HER? If anything, he was mad at himself. He nodded gripping her frail hand tighter.

“I have canc-“ That’s all he needed to hear before he threw the towel away and cradled her in his arms. Damnit. Damnit! Why her? Please, make this a dream. For the first time, tears streamed down his face as he softly rocked back and forth with her in his arms.

Soryu:

Crumbled sheets of paper stood in Soryu’s hands. Fear, pure fear started swelling in veins as he made his way to her room.

“What is this?!” The door swung open with a distinct crack and a slight falter of Soryu’s voice. “Cancer?”

He threw the sheet onto the ground. He couldn’t, he couldn’t lose someone else important to him. The word cancer itself sparked a chill that overtook his body.

“Soryu..Please I can explain-“

“Explain?!” His gelled back hair now began to wilt due to his stress. “Explain what? You have cancer? I- I can’t..” Waves and waves of emotion started to drown Soryu’s thoughts. This was all just a joke right? She would laugh and say it was all a joke?

“Soryu..Y-You’re crying.” She slowly rose from the bed and shifted her way towards him. For the first time, she saw an expression she thought she would never see. Soryu crying. Even the thought of him crying was something she put into the category of a distant nightmare.

“Please..Please don’t leave me!” Cries and wails of pain slipped out of his mouth. Almost like a reflection that mimicked every one of Soryu’s moves, tears started to accumulate in her eyes.

“I won’t!” Her arms embraced him tightly. “I won’t leave you! We’ll get through this..”

Like a mother and child, she coaxed him, reassuring everything was going to be alright..

Eisuke:

“You have..cancer?” His hazel eyes stared into hers, almost trying to find a hint of doubt in her eyes. But, all he saw was a quivering fear that resided in her.

“Yes..” The response she gave back was quiet, subtle, contrary to the energetic tone she used to have.

“Well. I’ll help you along the way.” Eisuke’s response was curt. He didn’t want to drag her pain deeper than it already was. To her however, his response was indifferent.

“...That’s it?” Confusion and hurt combined to send a mixture of expressions on her face. What? What did he say?

“Do you not care?”

Those words rung loudly in his head. Do you not care? Not care?

“What the hell are you talking about?” Eisuke’s tone dropped several octaves. He wasn’t angry, but..troubled over her words.

“You seem so..easy going about it.” Her eyes shifted to the ground as she riddled with the hem of her dress.

“Listen.” He practically stomped his way to her and forcefully pinned her against the wall. “Do you think I don’t care?”

His lips found their way to hers as they explored every crevice of her mouth. By now, he knew her weak spots, the spots where small moans would escape her lips.

“I care. I do.” Through breathless kisses he murmured to her. “I’m sorry that I said it like that. But I swear. I swear I care and it hurts me to struggle through this as much as you..so..”

Eisuke’s lips kissed hers one last time.

“Don’t handle this on your own.”

[kitchen-maid]

You Promised - Ieyasu

MC has gone onto the battlefield to see her beloved, what are the consequences?

The flames of war seemed to rise higher as the battle progressed, making her uneasiness grow stronger like the fire.

“Lord Ieyasu! Behind you!”

“Milord! At your side!”

Countless positions of where he could die were read out loud unlike before. Usually, Ieyasu would be quick with these things, but today he was odd. His eyes looked tired, sunken in with death and pain and her heart ached at the sight of him.

“I have to go help him..” She stood from her post and started to walk before being stopped by a fellow soldier.

“You will not go out there! It’s too dangerous!” His words seemed to shake fear in her, but how much distress Ieyasu was in rid of that fear. Her hands were quick to shove his hands away from her arm and she bolted onto the battlefield, barely missing every sword and arrow.

“Lord Ieyasu!” From behind, she hugged him, hoping that his warmth would reassure her that he was alive. An immediate surprise was seen on his face as he turned, but it soon turned to anger.

“W-What the hell are you doing here?!? Get back to camp now-“

“My lord! They seem to be retreating!” Soldiers started to back away into the dust before her eyes, making cries of relief and joy roll over her.

“You’ve done it, Milord!” Tears seemed to overtake her feelings as she smiled happily, hugging his blood stained armor not caring for her kimono.

“Idiot. Why are you crying?” He soothingly rubbed her back, relieved that the hell of war was finally over. She returned the feelings, relaxing on his chest.

Then, a sharp splintering pain was felt in her back.

Her hands that seemed to grip him ever so tightly let go, making her fall and cries awaken from him and the remaining soldiers around her.

“An arrow?!”

“It seems deep..” The words of men around her turned into haze, she could hear the blood of hers trickling onto the dirt. Still, the voice of her most loved one was heard.

“No! NO! Stay with me!” Ieyasu’s voice shook as he stared into her eyes, the eyes he had been fighting for on that battlefield. The arrow in her back seemed to puncture her thought as well as she tried to comprehend the situation.

“I’m..dying..?” Unexpectedly, her voice came weaker than she had thought it would, straining her even more and blurring her vision. She was dying. Dying fast.

“You’re not. Keep it together!” His words seemed to make her smile. After all this time, he was finally true to his feelings and showing her the side she had loved to see.

“I’m here. Get the medical team!! Get anyone with knowledge of medicine! NOW!”

“B-But, My Lor-“

“I SAID NOW!” He wrapped his hands around the arrow trying to stop as much blood as he could.

“Please..Stay alive…” Tears started to stream down his face. “You can’t..You can’t die like this. Why are you smiling, you idiot!” He burried his face into her chest, sobbing. In return, she weakly laid her hand on his head.

“Ieyasu..” Hearing his name, especially from her mouth, his head rose up.

“Yes. Yes! What is i- No. Don’t waste your breath.” She could feel her life slowly slip away from her fingers, she wouldn’t leave like this.

“I’m sorry. I- I can’t even believe this just happened. But..” Her hands wrapped around his cheek and he held them closer. Again, that smile she couldn’t help appeared.

“I love you. I love you..so much..You’ve got nothing to fear..But..more than anything.” She led the hand that was on his cheek to her stomach, making his eyes widen with confusion.

“Wha-“

“I’m..I’m sorry…” Through tears and a strained smile, she weakly spoke. Nothing but agony and pain was heard from her.

“I’m sorry..We could’ve been..” Her hands gripped tightly to her stomach as she wept, her vision now almost gone.

“We could’ve been happy….” The grip on her stomach loosened, and her smile seemed to slowly turn into a regular line.

“Wake up!” Ieyasu shook her, trying to grab onto any life that he could grab.

“Wake up, damnit! You- You can’t leave me! Where the hell is that medical team! Someone! Anyone! HELP!” His soldiers seem to look down on the ground, weeping as her life slowly ticked away.

“Wake..up..please..” But her soul left, leaving Ieyasu with the pain of not losing one, but 2 of his treasures.

[chirp-a-chirp]

Toa and MC declare their love for one another. MC rushes to hug him; Toa’s eyes widen and his body stiffens.

Toa: W-what is this? *MC snuggles closer* I don’t deserve this.

MC: This?

Toa: You. I’ve done nothing beyond—

MC: Toa, stop. You deserve all of it. *Holds Toa in a loving embrace. After several moments…*

Toa: You don’t have to keep hugging me if you don’t want to.

MC: I want to. I’m making up for lost time in your life.

Toa: *Wraps arms around MC, melts, kisses top of her head* Thank you.

*Be right back. Made myself cry writing this post 😭

[just-somehuman]

You gently take his once strong and muscular hand into both of your own. His hand is cold and weak. You press two of your fingers to his bone and the tendon over his radial artery and feel the beats of his slowing heart rate.

This was bound to happen one day, there's nothing you can do to save him now. You've spent the past year trying to find a cure to his carnage, but each attempt turned out just as unsuccessful as the last.

Koga's limp body rests in your arms. You lean down to give him one final kiss, your focus still on his radial pulse. You remove your lips from his cold ones. The next expected pulse from his wrist never came. You pull him closer into your embrace.

You're not ready to say goodbye.

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Saying Goodbye

Hey! So the last couple of days have been real tough, and this fic is actually inspired by what is going on in my own life at the moment. So writing this was sort of like a release for me.

Angst/Hurt

MC grandma passes away and Kunihiro tries to help her through it and support MC through her grief.

~ 926 Words

Disclaimer - Characters belong to Voltage Inc

Kunihiro held MC firmly in his arms. As he held her, he noticed how delicate she felt as she fit snuggly in his chest. She had finally cried herself to sleep, following the news her Grandma, the one person other than Kunihiro himself that MC was closest to, had suffered a stroke and would sadly pass away shortly.

Kunihiro had sat beside his wife, holding her hand, as the doctors explained the situation to her. While her Grandma has suffered a stroke, the doctors tried to reassure MC that she had not and was not in pain. In fact, she had probably had the stroke in her sleep, and had been unaware of what was happening. 

The tightening of MC grip in his had told Kunihiro that the information did not bring the comfort the doctor had hoped to bring with his words. However, he sat quietly, subbing soothing circles on MCs hand as she maintained her strong, composed front. 

Kunihiro’s heart was breaking. He had not been married to MC for long, but even he was aware of the close bond she shared with her Grandma. Actually, out of all of MCs relatives, her Grandma was who Kunihiro had spent the most time with. Engaging in meals and weekend visits. The love they had shared was evident, even from a distance. 

He would never forget the way her Grandma has welcomed him so readily into their family. Furthermore, he could still remember the joy she had expressed learning of their marriage, although they had remained tight lipped on the origins, preferring to describe their love story as one of a loving secret office romance, before announcing their marriage. MC’s Grandma had been thrilled with the idea of a forbidden love overcoming all obstacles. For she was a romantic at heart. 

MC stirring pulled Kunihiro from his memories. His beautiful wife’s eyes blinked open drowsily. She couldn’t hide the sadness nor tiredness from him. He knew her well. Kissing her lightly on her forehead, he pulled her to him tightly. 

“Hiro…” MC choked, tears once again falling from her eyes. 

“Shh, it is ok my love, you need not say a thing.” He kissed the corners of her eyes, as if he were kissing her tears away. “Just know I am here with you. I will hold you. I will be here to kiss away your tears, share in your pain. And I will still be here to listen, once you have been able to grieve in the way your need to. Take your time”.

MC could feel Kunihiro’s love radiating from him. She was grateful that her husband did not push her to speak immediately. He did not laugh or ridicule her for being emotional. No one had ever understood her so completely before. She felt safe to cry in front of him. She did not need to hide. He was her safe haven and she adored him. And right now, he was exactly what she needed. 

While they waited for that dreaded phone call, they did not leave each other’s embrace.

That phone call didn’t take long. 

Not even 24 hours had passed before they received a phone call from the hospital. ‘Mrs Kasai, we recommend you return to the hospital, we regret to inform you, but we fear it may be soon’.

The phone call resulted in a mad rush. Kunihiro driving MC to the hospital, both praying desperately they would make it in time to say goodbye, one last time. Neither could remember the dreaded drive to the hospital. But thankfully they had arrived in time. 

Entering the room, MC’s Grandma lay peacefully in her bed. While she looked frail, she also looked at peace. Kunihiro sat beside his wife, as she held onto her Grandma’s hand, he placed a comforting hand on her lap.

As the clock ticked, signalling time was moving on, MC and Kunihiro could see her Grandma’s life slowly slip away little by little. They knew, if they were going to say goodbye, now was the time.

“Grandma… I love you so much. Thank you for everything you always did for me. You’re strong, and you’re a fighter… but… but you don’t need to be anymore. I understand you must be tired, and its ok. Its ok Grandma, you can rest now. We’ll be ok. I’ll look after everyone so you don’t need to worry. You can rest. I love you”

After saying what she wanted to say, the tears became too heavy and fell from her eyes. MC rushed from the hospital room. Before he followed behind his wife, Kunihiro leant down and whispered in her Grandma’s ear.

“And I’ll look after MC for you Grandma. She won’t have to look after everyone alone. Thank you for helping to shape such a wonderful woman. I’ll make sure she smiles everyday Grandma, so rest well”.

Following his words, Kunihiro raced to catch up with his wife.

It was only a short few hours before the call came to say MCs Grandma has passed away peacefully. She was 92. Lived a long and joyous life, and had been MCs whole world. 

Kunihiro held his wife tightly. He held her while she sobbed. Listened as she recalled joyful memories from her childhood. Laughed when she laughed. He did exactly as he had promised her Grandma. He was going to look after MC, every day, and eventually… eventually he would make her smile as bright as she had again. Until then, he would do what only he as her husband could do.

“You’re so strong MC. So so incredibly strong. We will get through this together, I promise you that. I love you. Always”

“I love you, too, Hiro” MC tightened her hold on her beloved husband, looking up into his eyes, she attempted a small smile, “And thank you for supporting me”. 

It may have been small, but that smile meant the world to Kunihiro.

He pulled MCs head into his chest, so she couldn’t see the tears beginning to brim in his eyes. For now, it was his turn to comfort her. He would grieve too, but for now, he knew he must be strong for his wife.