Eisuke ichinomiya fluffy fanfiction

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Kissed by the Baddest Bidder: Eisuke

Fanfic AU:

You’re My Zing

Married in-game?

Fanfiction:

First Time

Banned

To the Doctor’s

Sanity

Darling, I do see you

One Wish

Racist Encounter

Headache

Our Song

New Phone

Personal Chef

Silence

Unhook My Bra?

Keep You Safe

Series:

Cats & Coffee: (1) ((On hold))

Wendigo (1) (2) ((KbtbbxUntilDawn crossover))

Mystic Messenger: Jumin

Insecurities

Dedicated to My Love

Failure

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Wendigo (2)

KbttbxUntilDawn AU

They ran. And ran. And ran. Eisuke kept a firm hold on her hand as they stumbled on their way, the creature flitting through the trees, letting out vicious, blood cuddling screams.

They saw the lodge.

‘Open the door!’ Eisuke shouted.

‘Oh my God!’ Miki blurted out through her tears, the only thing she could say.

The creature was right behind them. Miki flinched, expecting it to take a swipe at them any time.

They threw themselves at the door, banging and screaming.

The door clicked open. ‘What the hell-’ Baba began to say, before they tumbled through.

'Close it!’ Miki screamed, pushing against it. Baba hurriedly locked the door, and Eisuke pulled them away.

They huddled close and waited with bated breath, Baba whispering in confusion.

'There’s something outside,’ Miki whispered back. 'A creature. Something horrible. It ran after us, it was screaming, oh my God.’ 

'Calm down,’ Baba said. 'Maybe it was just a person. Shit- is there a weirdo in the area?’

'No, no! It wasn’t- it was some sort of mutated, creepy thing…’ Eisuke said breathlessly, running his hand through his hair. 'Wait- are you playing a prank on me?’ He glared at Baba, who held his hands up defensively.

'Nope, nope, not this time. If it bothers you, I can check it out.' 

 'Don’t!’ Miki pleaded shrilly. 'Don’t go alone.’

'You really believe it’s a horror movie? And more importantly, you two have gotten close, eh?’ He winked at her, and she was suddenly conscious of her hand which was still in Eisuke’s.

Eisuke, however, remained unfazed as he tightened his grip and said, 'Take someone with you. And alert Soryu. We might need to call for security.’

 'Whatever you say, Boss.' 

Eisuke tugged at her hand and they left, walking up the stairs. The silence of the house was unreal, overwhelming. Miki forced herself to speak. 

'Do you really think it’s a prank?' 

Eisuke suddenly stopped and she stumbled dizzily. A hand reached out to steady her.

'Miki,’ Eisuke said, saying her name for the first time and causing her to look up. 'Are you alright?’ His eyes searched hers for an answer. She noticed they were chocolate brown, and filled with concern. 

 'Yeah…’ She fixed a lock of hair and looked away. 'I need to rest.' 

Eisuke’s grip slackened, and he slowly let go of her hand. 

'It’s my room,’ she muttered.

'That’s why I stopped.' 

'Th-thanks. Earlier too, you helped me when I was paralyzed.’ She smiled up at him, and their eyes met again. Eisuke looked at her curiously. 

'Never mind,’ he said finally. 'If I’m there of course I’ll protect you. Go and sleep for now. The situation will be sorted out when you wake up.' 

'You think so? You have a lot of faith.' 

Eisuke flashed a confident, boyish grin. 'Don’t underestimate my power. Just leave it to me. Go to sleep.' 

 As he turned to leave, Miki, in a moment of desperation, blurted out, 'Make sure you rest too!’  

Eisuke looked over his shoulder, his gaze softened. 'You shouldn’t worry about me, if that’s what you’re doing. Silly.’

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Wendigo (1)

KbtbbxUntilDawn AU

‘Welcome to the Blackwell Mountain Annual Getaway!’ The owner of the lodge threw her arms wide and grinned at the few people sitting around the dinner table.

‘Chin up, Boss,’ Baba whispered to Eisuke. Eisuke grumpily stirred the soup in front of him, while Soryu, sitting on his right, surveyed the other people on the table. 

Soryu and Eisuke had been dragged by Baba on this ‘winter getaway’ trip as a way to destress after a particularly hectic auction weekend. The owner of the lodge was one of Baba’s ‘friends’, a young woman with short bobbed hair called Beth. She was there with her shyer younger sister, and their friend, Miki, who had remained silent throughout. 

‘So, I was thinking, since we’re an even number, we could divide into groups of two to carry out the chores-’ 

‘So there aren’t any servants to help around the house?’ Eisuke interrupted. 

‘That’s the point,’ Baba said. ‘It’s a distraction from everything. You have to do things you don’t normally do.’

Eisuke starred at the two perpetrators in horror as they decided to split the chores. He stubbornly decided he would refuse to partake in any of Baba’s shenanigans. 

‘Eisuke,’ Baba began.

‘I’m not doing anything,’ Eisuke said childishly. 

‘I knew you would say that. So why don’t you go out to the guest cabins? There’s a box out there that they forgot to pick up. You can team up with Miki, okay?’ 

The girl called Miki looked up at him and smiled timidly, but Eisuke, too wrapped up in himself, didn’t notice. 

..................................................................................................

They walked side by side through the crunchy snow. Miki rubbed her shoulder, and, shivering, glanced at her phone’s GPS again.

‘It’s cold,’ Eisuke complained to thin air. ‘It’s never this cold in Tokyo.’

‘It never snows in my city,’ Miki said vaguely.

‘Really?’ Eisuke asked with sudden interest. ‘It must be a good place for business in the winter.’

‘Yeah... We have most of our festivals then. Therefore! I still do like winter.’ She grinned at him, and for a brief moment, Eisuke was pleasantly surprised by her wide smile. 

‘Hey!’ She said suddenly, bringing him out of his reverie. ‘Look, a squirrel!’ 

They watched as brown squirrel scurried across the white snow, pausing to glance at the two of them before running away. 

‘So that’s what a squirrel looks like,’ he mused. 

‘You haven’t seen a squirrel?!’

‘I’ve seen them around...I simply didn’t know they were called that,’ he said defensively. 

She burst out laughing, leaving Eisuke too taken back to mumble a protest. 

There was the sound of a twig snapping somewhere above them. ‘Must be another one,’ Miki said. ‘Let’s move on?’

They walked together, occasionally pointing out squirrels to each other, the atmosphere between them lighter than ever.

Somewhere from the shadows, the sound of rushed hoofs grew closer and a deer burst through the clearing. They both jumped and huddled closer together, Miki unconsciously grabbing his arm. 

‘Just a deer,’ said Eisuke, smiling down at her as the animal vanished into the trees. ‘See? I know that one.’ 

‘Hah...’ She let go his arm, slowly calming herself. ‘Good one.’ 

Scramp. Scramp. Thump. ‘There must be a herd of them around,’ Miki commented. 

‘How long is it to the cabin?’ Eisuke asked.

Another branch broke above them as Miki unlocked her phone. ‘Not long now-’ she started to say, when something big landed in front of them. 

The world froze for a second. That creature was long, hair less and pale white, with large sunken eyes and a mouth filled with sharp teeth. It turned its face towards them, opened its mouth and let out a human-like shriek. 

Eisuke was the first to react. He grabbed her hand and shouted, ‘Run!’ The creature let out another shriek and started running after them. 

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Keep You Safe

She was clinging to him in her sleep, her hands wringing the back of his shirt. Eisuke took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of her shampoo. 

‘If you ever get tired of me, don’t ask Soryu to dispose of me,’ she said jokingly. ‘And I’m terrified of being sold at the auctions again, so not that either! Just slip something in my drink. I want to be dead before I can feel any pain.’

She was grinning at him then, but Eisuke didn’t appreciate dark humour when it was about her.

Because he knew.

He knew she was scared. Of his power. Of the stories she heard about other people in his position, other businessmen, who had the money and means to get away with murder.

He had never done anything to make her feel scared- not that he was aware of. But sometimes some gruesome story of abuse linked to Soryu’s rival gangs would come up, and she would catch wind of it.

Baba had told him that some commoners were terrified of the power of the elite- the bourgeois, and rumours would always circulate in their circles, disgusting and terrifying them at the same time.

And he could see the distrust in her sometimes.

Most of the time, it was directed towards other people around him. But sometimes- very seldom- she would realise the difference between them, and a sad smile would fall on her lips.

Eisuke took another deep breath and held on to her tighter. He was meant to protect her. That was what he had vowed to do on their wedding day. And if she couldn’t feel safe in his presence- what was the point then, of everything he did?

She stirred, and Eisuke pecked her forehead in an attempt to lull her back into the land of sleep. I’m going to keep you safe, he repeated to himself, pressing her chest to his, hoping his words would reach her somehow. Tomorrow, when you wake up, I’ll do my best to explain myself. I’ve never done it before, so I hope you’ll be patient, my love.

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Unhook My Bra?

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Gentle fingers stroked her sweat drenched forehead. ‘Mmhm.’ Miki stirred, rousing from her feverish sleep.

‘Shh,’ said Eisuke. ‘I’m here, baby. I came early to take care of you.’

Miki opened one tired eye, but all she could see was darkness. She was sweaty, but oh, so cold . Her skin, sensitive because of the fever, had her bra digging into it uncomfortably.

'Is there anything you want?’ Eisuke whispered into the dark room.

'Can you unhook my bra strap?’ she mumbled sleepily, vaguely registering how sexual it sounded.

'Sure, baby.’ Eisuke slipped his hand under her clothes and swiftly unhooked her bra. She felt instant relief and sighed.

Eisuke gently massaged her back, then covered her up again. 'Sleep with me,’ Miki whined, throwing one arm into the dark, hoping to touch him.

Her fingers clumsily landed on his face. He chuckled against them and planted two quick kisses, before leaning down and slipping into the sheets with her.

Eisuke kissed her forehead and moved closer to her, one arm around her waist, one leg covering both of hers. He massaged her back as she nuzzled into his neck, groaning childishly.

'There, there. I’m here now,’ he said softly.

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Thank you for your patience!

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Silence

The elevator dinged open. Eisuke walked out and crossed the dim and empty lounge. He was tired, his head hurt, and he was really hungry. He walked up the stairs, his strength leaving him with every step. Every day passed like this one, working day and night, and coming back to an empty suite. The living room was illuminated by the moonlight floating in through the glass wall, and there was a lonely silence surrounding everything. Eisuke sighed and put his briefcase on the coffee table. Loosening his tie, he collapsed on the sofa, too tired to walk to his bedroom. The silence was suffocating. He was suddenly hit by how alone and empty he was. Everyday he worked hard-for what?- 'Eisuke?' Eisuke's eyes flew open as he looked at the silhouette of his wife. His breath hitched. He had been so tired he had forgotten she was in his life. Forgotten that he wasn't alone anymore. 'You're home,' she said, placing a cool hand on his forehead. His thumping headache vanished. Eisuke let out a breath. 'I am,' he said softly.

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Cats & Coffee (1)

Summary: Sad girl goes to live in the rarely occupied house of a friend’s friend. Friend’s friend turns up. Coffee is spilled. Romance ensues.

She heaved a sigh of relief, looking around curiously at the hustle and bustle of the Japanese airport. It was her first time in Japan. She’d have liked to be in a happier state of mind, but this was how things had turned out.

She saw Baba waving frantically in her direction and made her way to him. ……..

‘You have a view of the cherry blossoms from here,’ Baba said.

They were in a house- a mansion, to be precise- that belonged to Baba’s friend Eisuke, who was apparently rarely there. The brilliant pink lane of sakura trees she had seen in the garden was visible through the veranda, the wind carrying it’s petals all the way to her feet.

She picked up her cat as he attempted to nibble on it. 'It’s perfect,’ she said smiling a little.

'See? I told you it’d be worth it. Now let’s go out. I want to show you as much of Tokyo as I can before I leave tomorrow.’

……………

She had been there a week before the owner of the house finally came. It was midnight, and she was making her way back to her room when she heard footsteps on the stairs and a tall man dressed in a suit appeared. She recognised his brown hair and gold streaked eyes from the photos Baba had shown her.

'Hello, Mr. Ichinomiya,’ she said. Her voice was low, and she wondered if he, like everyone else, couldn’t here it.

But he did.

'Hello,’ he said, briefly glancing at her, then making his way to his bedroom.

She let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding.

 …………

He left sometime before she woke up, but he was back that night. She had been wanting to go on her midnight walk with her cat, but the sound of the maid outside stopped her.

She immediately gave up that idea, not wanting to get in his way. She was depending on his hospitibility, after all.

She was just resigning herself to an early sleep when she realised her cat was still outside. Drapping a gown over herself, praying she didn’t run into Eisuke, she stepped out of her room.

But of course, her cat was there in his study, sniffing at the contents of the mug that was overturned.

'Oh no!’ She rushed inside the empty room. There had been documents on the table that were soaked with coffee.

'What are you doing?’ said a voice behind her.

'I’m sorry!’ she said, her heart thumping as she picked up the documents, letting the liquid slide off. 'So sorry!’

Eisuke walked past her, surveying the damage. He clicked his tongue. 'Why do you keep a pet if you can’t teach him manners?’

She put the documents on the floor and attempted to clean them with her the sleeve of her gown. 'Perry doesn’t know it’s wrong,’ she said, eyes down. 'I’m really sorry.’

'Leave them,’ he said.

Miki looked up. She was surprised to see he hadn’t shooed the cat despite his harsh words. In fact, he was letting Perry sniff his hand, his expression anything but angry.

Miki’s heart relaxed. Maybe she wasn’t in so much trouble. That’s right, Perry, seduce him!

'Can you make coffee?’ he asked suddenly, his eyes shifting towards her.

'Em, yeah.’

'Go and make me a cup to compensate,’ he demanded, one hand petting the cat, the other in his pant pocket.

When she came back with a tray, one of the servants was leaving the room with a cloth in his hand. She was greeted by a clean table and Perry’s meow from Eisuke’s arms.

Eisuke was sitting in his chair, slowing petting the cat, eyes fixated on him.

She managed a smile at the sight.

×To be continued×

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Personal Chef

'Oh no.' She opened the oven and was hit by the horrible smell of burned chicken. A mitten on her hand, she took out the remains of what was supposed to be roasted chicken. She was sitting on her knees, and she put the tray on the floor, surveying the damage. The top was entirely black, smoke steaming out of it. She was lucky it hadn't caught fire. Feeling utterly useless and pathetic, she simply sat there, tears dampening her eyes. 'Miki?' Eisuke's voice broke her out of her reverie. When she didn't turn to look at him, he stepped beside her and kneeled down. 'What happened here?' he asked. That was enough to flip the switch. 'It got  burnt,' she managed to say, before bursting into tears. 'So that's what burned food looks like. Why are you crying?' 'I'm sorry.' She tried rubbing her eyes but the tears kept coming. 'I-I wasted a whole chicken.' 'Don't cry,' he said, putting his hands on her face and gingerly wiping away her tears with his thumb. 'We can get another chicken.' 'But- I'm no good at cooking. I promised I'd cook for you but I still have a lot to learn... I'm sorry...' She looked down, but Eisuke held her chin back up and kissed her forehead. 'Don't worry about it. You don't have to cook for me, all you have to do is stay by my side.' He traced the outline of her lips as she finally smiled. 'I'll order something from the kitchens, alright? And once you're an expert at it, I'll make you my personal chef.'

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New phone

'I have something for you,' he said, as she melted into his arms in a welcome home hug. 'A Yuri on Ice poster?' she asked excitedly, letting go of him. 'No. Idiot.' He held a bag in his arms and handed it to her. Miki looked inside and gasped. 'Omg,' she whispered. It was the new Galaxy S8, and she had only spoken last night about preordering it, because she loved new tech. Miki bit her lip, too overwhelmed to form a proper sentence. For him to remember something she had mumbled in the night while drifting off to sleep, and act on it the very next day.... 'Thank you,' she said in a small voice. 'Thank you.... you listened...and you actually bought it so quick-' she buried her face in his chest. Eisuke pressed a kiss on her hair. 'Naturally. I promised I would give you all the happiness in the world, didn't I?' he said. It was amazing how he could say something so cheesy with a straight face. ..... A little while later, she sat next to Eisuke in the penthouse lounge, booting her new phone while he discussed business with Soryu. Miki's phone pinged with a notification as soon as she logged into Whatsapp. Eisuke looked over midsentence at the noise. Baba: Are you free tomorrow? 'Baba!' said Eisuke incredulously, turning to glare at the offender who was sitting on the dinning table behind him. 'What?' he said, looking up from his phone. 'Haven't I told you not to bother her? The first message she gets in her new phone is yours?' Eisuke got up. 'Oh! You got a new phone?' Baba looked over to her. Eisuke stepped towards him, his trademark irritated smirk on his face. 'Since you think it's appropriate to text my woman every second of the day, I'll just have to make you lose her number.' Baba finally realised the gravity of the situation. 'B-boss!' He jumped out his chair and inched away, finally breaking into a run. Eisuke ran after him.

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Our song

Eisuke was at the other end of the ballroom, in a group of businessmen much older than him, with glasses of wine in their hands as they faked laughter at each other’s jokes.

Miki was at the snack bar with Baba and Ota as they tried to decide what to order.

There was a dance floor in the centre of the room, sparsely littered with a few young couples as they danced to an Ed Sheeren song.

‘I want fries,’ Miki said.

'How about we get one plate of fries and one plate of mozzarella sticks and share them?’ Baba suggested.

Miki frowned at the absurdity of his words. 'No, I’m not sharing my fries! What the heck?’

'Okay, okay,’ said Ota to the waiter. 'That’s one mozzarella sticks and two fries because someone is a glutton.’

The song changed.

Ota started describing his newest project.

I know this song, she thought vaguely.

'It’s a bit of both. Light and dark,’ said Ota.

Wise men say

'Like yin and yang?’ she asked.

'Kind of. I’m still working out the details…’

Falling in love With you

Miki jolted and gasped.

'It’s our song!’ she blurted out.

'Um… Everything ok?’ Baba asked.

'Eisuke, we have to dance!’ she said out loud, and jumped up from her seat, colliding into a man as soon as she turned around.

Somethings… are meant to be.

'E-eisuke!’ she said breathlessly as she stumbled backwards.

'Wasn’t he all the way over there?…’ Ota muttered.

'What are you doing? Aren’t you the one who always wants to dance to this song?’ Eisuke said, putting his glass on the counter.

'Y-yes!’ She grasped at his sleeve. 'Quickly! We don’t have time!’

Eisuke grinned, not doing much to mask his delight as she dragged him to the dance floor.

For I can’t help Falling in love With you

'But what about your fries?’ Baba shouted after them.

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Headache

'Agh.' Miki whined, throwing herself at Eisuke as he typed away on his laptop, too focused to even raise an eyebrow. 'Aghhhhh,' she repeated, throwing her arms around his neck and slipping down up from the edge of the chair into his lap. He didn't respond, but he shifted his chair back to accommodate her. 'I have a headache,' she sniffed, speaking into his neck. 'Maybe you should have slept last night inside of writing away in your notebook under the dim night light.' Miki stiffened. 'You noticed?' 'Don't think you can hide anything from me,' he said bluntly. However, his tone had no effect on her, because he was patting her back gently, his other hand continuing to type away. She mumbled some gibberish. Eisuke sighed. 'You know I can't understand you when you mumble.' She sank further into his arms. 'It hurts,' she said. Eisuke pushed his chair back. He repositioned her and picked her up. 'Wha...' 'I'm putting you to bed,' he said. 'You sure are spoiled.' Despite his words, he was looking at her with beautiful, tender eyes, giving her a smile that was only hers to see. 'It can't be helped, since I'm the one who spoiled you. I'll be the one taking care of you, so remember that.'

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Married in-game?

Note: A two sentence love story I heard in passing.

EisukexMC

They met in-game. She was a mage. He was a knight. Naturally, they needed each other. ‘I see you’re not part of any team,’ came his message after they had both fought off the pixies attacking them. ‘Join mine.’

Oh, she thought. I didn’t expect to be asked to be part of a team so soon.

But when she checked his stats, she found out his was new too, and he didn’t have a team. What was he, twelve?

She agreed. She didn’t do well in big groups anyways.

It was just the two of them since then. They began talking over headset to coordinate better attacks. She found that he was a grown man after all, two years older in fact. He insisted he was just checking out the gaming system ‘for business reasons’.

They would log in every weekend and complete missions together.

A movie based on the game came out. There were massive advertisements throughout the game, and she fangirled everytime she saw one. He complained, but he always listened.

'I wish we were in the same country. I’d have liked to watch it with you,’ she told him.

She sent him a link to the trailer. Then a meme. Then another. Then another.

'Stop spamming’ came the message when he finally came online.

'I was in a meeting and everyone stared at me when the notifications came. What’s with these funny photos?’

'Omfg they’re memes, Eisuke!’

She explained the concept of memes, and he declared them a 'good marketing strategy’ even though they were made by people, not the business.

He sent her a link. 'Open it. The password’s tjishkueei900’ 'Secret code to a red room?’ She typed back before clicking.

It took her to a new tab. She typed in the password, and gasped.

'It’s a private link to watch the movie before it comes out’ came his message. 'We can watch it together.’ 'I mean, at the same time.’ 'I’ll call you, and you can put me on speaker. So I’ll still hear you when you get unnecessarily excited, like you always do.’

'Is hearing someone fangirl like, a kink for you?’ She asked when they connected.

She could hear Eisuke’s deep chuckle. 'No, it’s just interesting seeing someone so calm lose their mind over something so mundane like that.’

'Compliment or insult?’ She wondered outloud.

She sent a gift as thank you. She knew his business address thanks to his Facebook account. She put in game merch, and for a homely touch, she baked some biscuits that would survive the journey.

'Did you send me something?’ He asked when he came online a few days later.

For some reason, she blushed. 'Did you like it?’ she mumbled into the microphone.

'The cookies,’ he said, his voice sounding lighter, happier. 'Make them for me again someday.’

One time, he mentioned it was his birthday. She chided him for not telling her sooner, and offered to video call him.

They talked for hours. He told her about his life, and she told him about hers.

They started to video chat routinely.

Many months later, she sat talking to him while he finished his dinner. He had problems with not having time to eat, so she insisted he eat during their calls, joining him sometimes to make him feel comfortable, despite the fact that it was midnight at her end when it was dinner time at his.

'We’re the best two person team in the game,’ she boasted. 'I checked the stats this morning.’

Eisuke, who had been unusually quiet, sipped his coffee and put it down.

'Listen,’ he said. 'Do you want to get married?’

She gasped. 'Omg yess! I really want to unlock that cute bride outfit, just because of the glass slippers-’

'No, no, no,’ Eisuke interrupted, shaking his head vehemently. 'Not married in-game! I meant, in real life! You stupid, idiot otaku!’

'Oh.’ She blinked. 'Well. Okay. Why not?’ She buried her face in her hands.

'We’ll have to meet first,’ she whispered.

I’ll come to you,’ he whispered back.

She peaked at him through her fingers. 'You seem embarrassed,’ she commented.

Eisuke covered his webcam with his hand. 'I’m not. You are.’