#evol x love fanfic

[thedummysdummy]

I'll Always Find You

Part 1 can be found here: One Small Decision

All the responses had been the same. “Nope, haven’t seen or heard from her.” Victor slammed a fist on his desk in desperation-fueled frustration. He could go to the police, he supposed, but doubted they’d take him seriously. It had been less than 24 hours and she was an adult. They’d had a fight. He’d just be eye-rolled out of their office…

So he went back to the stack of evolvers. Every minute ticking by was a drip of water torture serving to drive him insane. He called her after each page and despite the calls going straight to voicemail each time, Victor found himself holding his breath through that single ring. Stupid, stupid, stupid…

Everything paused as he flipped the page and found himself face-to-page with Ernest Elm, evol: tracking. It was almost too perfect to be true. Victor picked up his phone and dialed the number, hand holding the phone shaking and the other tapping the desk while his knee bounced. Two, three, four times it rang before a voice came on the line. “Hello?”

“Hello, is this Ernest Elm? This is Victor Li. I need your evol’s assistance.” 

~~~

An hour later, the redheaded and freckled Ernest stood in Victor’s office at LFG. He couldn’t have been older than twenty, with nervous eyes and twitchy hands. “Sit, sit,” Victor invited, gesturing to the chair where the girl usually parked herself. The young man did so, and Victor skipped the small talk. “Thank you for coming. Tell me about your evol. What do you need for it to work?”

“I, uh. Just need something that belongs to the person, and then I can see a thread that leads back to the owner. I usually just use it to return lost items, sir. I don’t know that it’s super helpful…” 

Victor rifled around in his desk and emerged with a small, well-loved shiba inu plushie. “If you don’t think it’s very helpful, Mr. Elm, then you have not spent enough time thinking of applications. You would be the most efficient search and rescue officer Loveland has ever seen. You could track down criminals, trafficked women and children, or missing persons. I would say that is a most noble evol.” He lifted his dark eyes and connected them to Ernest’s. “What are the limitations?” 

The young man seemed slightly taken aback by Victor’s statements. Could he really be that important? A smile settled onto his face and Ernest visibly relaxed. “I haven’t really found a distance limit, but the person does have to be alive. Sir, before we do this…would this person want to be found? I mean, I’m not helping you be a creepy stalker or anything, right?” 

“She would want to be found, yes. It’s possible that she might be in danger, so shall we get started?” Victor’s voice had regained its sharp edge and Ernest straightened in his seat. He accepted the doll with some amount of apprehension while Victor looked on with concentration. 

“Do you have a map? It would be easiest for me to tell you where she is if I have a map to draw you a path.”

Victor pulled a map of Loveland out of his desk drawer and scooted it over along with a pen. He folded his hands over his knee and swallowed the feelings of concern at the phrase ‘does have to be alive.’ But his dark eyes remained focused on Ernest’s face as the man held the toy and scrunched up his face. 

There was a long pause as tension hung heavy in the air before Ernest reached for the pen. He seemed to be following roads with one eye closed and the tip of the pen hovering over the map until it lingered over the industrial side of Loveland. The pen lowered until it kissed the map, leaving a small dot. “That’s the spot, sir.” 

Victor scooped up the map and examined the place where the marking lay. “Thank you. I must be going now. Goldman will give you your pay and escort you out.” Without further discourse, Victor disappeared down the hallway with his phone in one hand and map in the other. 

Speed limits were for people who didn’t have anywhere important to be. At least, that seemed to be Victor’s attitude as he flew down the side streets which led to the sketchier parts of Loveland. It was all but confirmed in his mind that she had been kidnapped at this point; there was no reason why she would have willingly ended up in the dilapidated industrial sector. 

The further out he went, the fewer cars he passed until he turned onto the final road and found himself completely alone. Whoever these people were, they had obviously gotten all of their training from bad films and crime novels. Victor pulled into the marked parking lot and stopped the car at the far end, not wanting to alert anyone inside to his presence earlier than was necessary. 

Victor slipped through the first strains of darkness to flatten himself against the wall of the building. So far he hadn’t seen or heard anyone, but that didn’t mean there weren’t eyes on him. Practically a wraith, he slipped around the outside until he found a door whose lock had been smashed. It opened easily and Victor entered without a sound. 

Unfortunately, the building was quite large and there was no telling where the girl was being kept. Victor listened carefully for any sound, but was only struck by the vast silence of the building’s hollow carapace. His keen eyes swirled as they scanned the floor for any sign of passage; however, it appeared he would not be so lucky. So he pushed forward into the depths of the building, the dim light providing only little guidance as he walked the halls. 

Door after door Victor paused outside and listened, pushing open those he could when he heard nothing behind them. Honestly, he’d expected to find guards by now, but obviously this was a small  or inexperienced bunch. How they’d managed to catch someone as capable as his dummy made no sense if they were that inept, but the ‘how’ could wait. 

When faced with the realization that he’d scoured the entire first floor, Victor paused at the stairwell. It went both up into higher floors and down beneath ground, and there still was no real sign which way he should check. He chose downstairs for multiple reasons; firstly, it was easier to drag an unwilling captive down than up. Secondly, underground would allow them to use lights without drawing attention to their abandoned abode. 

It seemed his reasoning was sound. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, a slight glow called from the far end of the hallway. Victor felt his heart rate increase as he knew he was on the correct path. Every cell in his body screamed for him to throw caution to the wind and race to the girl’s side, but thankfully the ones in charge of action still managed to maintain some semblance of order. 

At least enough order for him to only run to the end of the hallway as silently as he could manage and stop outside the door to listen. Two male voices conversed in hushed tones, low enough that Victor couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. He pressed his ear against the door in an attempt to hear better, only to wish he hadn’t. 

“We should just finish the job. We’ve had our fun and at this point, she’s a liability. She’s seen our faces and we can’t let that go.” 

“I suppose you’re right. But I want to have a little more fun, first. Where’d that knife go?” 

A soft rustling accompanied a muffled groan and squeak of fear. The sound of skin slapping skin and a pained squeal brought the fury which had been building in Victor’s stomach into his extremities. He burst through the door, taking in the scene in one swoop. It wasn’t a large room; in fact, it barely held three chairs and a small table. The girl was tied to the chair in the center of the room, her head resting on her chest and blood splattered here and there on the floor. She looked up at the sudden noise and revealed a bloody gag tied around her mouth, the crimson stain originating just above her right eyebrow and flowing its way down to the dirty cloth. 

Her eyes were dull and cloudy as her mind seemed to struggle to understand what she was seeing. However, it really only took a few moments for it to register that Victor had arrived, savior of the day. Tears welled up in those eyes and she seemed to be reaching for him with as much vigor as she could manage while being actually unable to move. 

Victor didn’t have time to release her, however, before her pair of captors were upon him. One held a knife while the other leveled a revolver at Victor’s head. Victor wasted no time in flinging a round-house kick at the gunman’s hand, sending the gun flying. The disarmed man was stunned by the sudden movement and froze, making it easy to strike him directly in the face. He crumpled like wet tissue paper and Victor turned to the other man, a larger specimen with a decidedly more frightening demeanor. 

“Where the hell did you come from?!” the kidnapper growled, circling Victor. “And who are you? How did you find this place?” 

“So many questions,” Victor retorted, his lip curled up slightly. “Who I am is none of your business. Neither is how I found you. But I will always find her, no matter where she is. She is mine and you would do well to put down your weapon before I have to take it away.” 

The man chuckled and lunged, knife aimed for Victor’s stomach. Victor nimbly stepped out of the way and elbowed the man in the back as he went by, causing him to stumble. However, the kidnapper recovered quickly and lunged again, this time grazing Victor’s hand as Victor grabbed for the man’s wrist. 

Victor didn’t so much as flinch at his wound. He simply wrapped his long fingers around the captor’s arm and flung him to the ground, smashing the man’s face into the concrete floor. There was a sickening crunch as the man’s nose broke on impact and a pool of blood began to immediately form beneath him. Victor was just about to turn back to the girl and untie her when she let out a muffled scream, which caused him to spin around and kick the first man again just as he began to reach for the gun. The man howled in agony as Victor’s sharp shoe connected solidly with his ribs and knocked the wind out of him. 

It seemed for a moment that both of his opponents were down, at least long enough for Victor to grab the abandoned knife and cut the girl free. He removed the gag first, followed quickly by her hands and then her feet. Tears streamed down her face despite her best efforts to keep them contained and she collapsed into Victor’s arms. “Can you walk?” he asked, holding her tightly against his chest. 

“I…I think so,” she whispered, voice hoarse from screaming. 

“Then I want you to run outside. The authorities shouldn’t be too far behind me, if Goldman did as he was instructed. Which he always has. I’ll keep these two busy while you make your escape.” 

The girl opened her mouth to argue, but Victor instead covered it with his own. By the time he pulled away from the kiss, the girl was feeling even dizzier than her wounds had caused. “Go. I will be perfectly fine. These two idiots are obviously no more than I can handle.” He pushed her toward the door and despite her intense desire to stay by his side, she gave Victor one last look and darted out of the room as fast as she could. 

Each time one of the captors would attempt to get up from the floor, Victor would mercilessly return them to their position. Every ounce of fear and anger was channeled directly into ensuring that neither of the men escaped before the police arrived to take them away. His hand still bled freely but he paid it no mind, seemingly not even realizing he’d been injured. 

Probably fifteen minutes passed before the thunder of police boots could be heard on the stairs. Victor exited the room and waved them down, pointing into the room. “The kidnappers are in here. I managed to subdue them for the time being, but there’s a loose gun.” 

The police pushed right past Victor and handcuffed the kidnappers, hauling them away before also cuffing Victor. He didn’t protest; it was just standard procedure, after all. They had no way to know what the truth of the situation was until they had time to interview all parties. 

Full darkness had fallen by the time Victor emerged with the police. The girl was being attended to by ambulance staff, but no amount of shouting could convince her to stay put when she saw Victor’s face. She rushed to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. “I can’t believe you found me,” she sobbed, her tears staining the collar of his shirt red. “I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have run off like that! I thought for sure I was going to die alone and that you’d blame yourself for me making one bad decision!” 

Victor chuckled and kissed her on the cheek. “I will always find you, dummy. Even if I have to do it ten thousand times, I will always find you.”

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[multifandom-worlds]

Wearing My Clothes

Genre: Fluff Word count: 580 Warnings: N/A Author's Note: Happy Birthday, @darling-dummy-blogs. I love you; thank you for sticking around through everything the past year or so! I appreciate the hell out of you! I hope you like your gift!

I watch Cassie laugh, closing her eyes and lifting her head to the sky, letting the raindrops land on her face. I stand with my umbrella above my head, listening to the soft patter of the rain while my beautiful wife dances and twirls in the rain. We were returning to my place after a date when the skies opened up, leaving us caught in the middle of a shower. Where I immediately grab the umbrella, which would easily fit the 2 of us, Cassie kicks off her shoes and runs down the sidewalk, giggling the entire time. 

"Are you having fun there, my dear?" I chuckle, walking a few steps behind her, her shoes in my hand. She giggles more, jumping into a puddle and splashing water up her thighs. I hold in a chuckle, watching her dance around in the rain, getting herself absolutely drenched in the process. She fails to remember that we aren’t going to her apartment; we’re going to mine, where she has no clothes save for a bralette and a pair of panties. 

A few minutes later, we make it to the front door of my building. Closing my umbrella, I quickly put in the code and opened the door, getting us in from the rain. We walked down the long hallways to my place, earning suspicious glances from my neighbours. “I offered the umbrella; she just chose to get wet. This was all her own doing.” 

“I’m going to go get out of these wet clothes and grab a shower if that’s okay?” Cassie asks, even though I know she already knows the answer. I laugh, following her upstairs so I can also change out of my wet clothes. “Towels are in the closet outside the door. Don’t use up all the hot water!” 

Cassie jumps into the shower, humming a tune to herself while I put on a dry pair of slacks and a dry t-shirt, gathering her up a t-shirt for her to wear, plus her sports bra and panties, when she inevitably remembers that she has nothing here. Not that I am bothered by the fact that she always wears my clothes whenever she’s here, but I love seeing how my shirts hand off her body and read her mid-thigh. There’s something so damn hot about it.

Hearing the water turn off, I gather the garments in my hand and head out of my room, waiting by the closed bathroom door. “Uh… Victor..” She calls out. “Can I borrow something to wear? I forgot to bring clothes again….”

I laugh, opening the door and going to place the clothes on the counter for her. “There are clothes on the counter for you, my dear. I knew you forgot them, why not just pack a bag and leave it here? Although that would be the smart thing to do, now wouldn’t it?” 

“HEY!” 

“Oh, my favourite dummy.” I smile before leaving the bathroom to give her some privacy. I headed downstairs to pull up a movie for us to watch once she was done. I was lost in thought, contemplating many useless things, when her form came into my line of sight, bare legs up till high thigh. I swallow hard, readjusting my slacks before pulling her onto my lap. 

She squeals slightly before settling into my lap, sliding a hand up her bare thigh. “You look great in my clothes, by the way. Perhaps you should “forget” your clothes more often.”

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[missproducergirl]

beloved - kiro (ml;qc)

pairing: kiro x reader

genre: angst, fluff

summary: kiro remembers master key's words about being surrounded with loved ones and questions who are his loved ones supposed to be.

word count: 3,539

notes: happy birthday to my #1 husband! i am so sad about the lack of kiro fics recently T-T. i pray that the ml;qc tumblr fandom has a recession because i miss those fics dearly. anyways, here is my yearly installment on kiro's birthday! it is a bit rushed but i hope it's at least bearable to read ahah...

As the final piano notes chimed, the crowd split into a shower of adoring cheers. An enchanting smile broke Kiro’s face as the golden-colored confetti slowly rained down on him. Some of it landed in his honey curls, but he didn’t care. His eyes were fiery and his breath was uneven, yet, even in his disheveled appearance, Kiro seemed like a statue sculpted by the gentle hands of an artist.

An angel.

A star.

The audience’s applause died down. There was a moment of silence, and just as Kiro was about to announce his final song, he was overcome with a chill.

“Happy birthday to you…”

A small voice broke out from the mass. It was small and delicate at first, a bit unsteady and clumsy. But soon, more people started merging in on the short celebration.

“Happy birthday to you…”

Kiro’s heart felt as if it was about to burst out of his chest. The sea of golden lights from the audience reflected in his eyes, softening them. It felt as if the universe had gifted him a personal night sky.

“Happy birthday dear Kiro…”

Their voices were merged into a mighty unison. Like a powerful river sweeping up everything in its way, they swept up Kiro’s heart in their current. It took everything in him not to burst out into tears.

“Happy birthday to you…”

Thunderous applause rang out throughout the stadium once again. Except, this time they were not praising Kiro for his melodic voice, his fluent dancing skills, or even his handsome looks. Right now, they were honoring him for simply existing. Because on this day, 21-and-something years ago, a star was born.

“Thank you… Thank you, everyone. Truly and sincerely, thank you.”

Kiro could not find the words that could come close to describing his gratitude. How could he put it into terms that this specific moment was the sole purpose of his existence? How could he express the prolonged and dreadful nights of his youth, falling asleep completely alone on his bed with no one to remember his birthday? How could he convey the hours in class, daydreaming about being on stage exactly like in this moment? How could he explain the unnerving feeling that after his life would end… the only ones mourning his death would be the tranquil feathers in the lake and the stars that left behind a trail of tears as they fell from the heavens in grieving memory of him. Yet now, his fears were drowned out by the people who idolized him. Each proclamation of their love washed away the suspicions of his heart bit by bit.

Oh, how he wished he could have gone back in time and told himself that all of his struggles would finally pay off. That all of the torture and the disappearances and the disarray and the heartache would paint this moment in unspeakable magnificence.

There was only so much Kiro could say to reciprocate their overwhelming love. To make up for it, in his heart, Kiro renewed the promise that he made to himself all those years ago. He will push himself to new limits—pour his heart into every song and implement a piece of his soul into every performance to make sure they knew that he felt the same way about them.

With those overwhelmingly inspiring emotions, Kiro finished his concert.

His agent was the first one to greet him as soon as he stepped backstage.

“Kiro, happy birthday! You didn’t think I would forget, did you? Here… I got you a little something,” Savin shoved a little brown paper bag into Kiro’s hands.

Kiro couldn’t help but peek inside. It was a mini orange cake with a big purple flower on the top. It was quite cute.

“My oh my, Savin. Since when are you the one to appeal to my sweet tooth?”

“Don’t get too happy just yet. This is the only time I will allow this. You may eat anything you want today—but don’t eat too much. You must remember that you still have one more concert to perform at.”

“Yeah, yeah, Savin… I know…”

Savin’s serious face finally broke into a smile as he ruffled Kiro’s hair, “Happy birthday, Kiro. You’re a good kid… really. I am very honored to be working with you.”

The rest of the crew finally caught up with Savin and gathered around Kiro, congratulating him.

“Wow! You’re 21 years old today! That’s a special age.”

“You’re all grown up now Kiro.”

“You should’ve told us beforehand that it was your birthday, Kiro! We would’ve prepared something for you.”

Kiro’s grin never left his face, “There’s no need… really. Everything I need to be happy is already right here.”

It would kill him to admit it, but in reality, Kiro hadn’t remembered that it was his birthday until the birthday song just a few moments ago. He couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty about this. After all, it was Master Key—his savior—that gave this day to him. It felt almost disrespectful not to honor it. When his personhood had been stripped of him as he was taken to that horrid place in his youth—it was Master Key who had given back the identity that he was robbed of. Of course, he couldn’t tell anyone that. He kept it a secret through most of his life, so how would he be able to speak of it now?

“Alright everyone, settle down,” Savin spoke through the commotion, “Kiro, let’s get you home. You’ve worked so hard today, you deserve some rest.”

“But don’t you guys need my help to clean up?”

“No… I insist. Let’s go back.”

***

Kiro sat in the passenger's seat as the car sped down the road. It was quite late already, and the streets were mostly clear aside from a few lone travelers.

As he looked outside at the passing city lights, Kiro couldn’t help but remember his words from earlier.

“Everything I need to be happy is already right here.”

He couldn’t help but ponder whether he actually believed that statement, or perhaps was simply deceiving himself. On one hand, he was content with the life he was currently leading. But on the other—if he were to imagine a perfect world… Master Key would surely have been right here beside him. And that girl from the orphanage… yeah, it would’ve been nice if she was with him at this special moment too—

“We’re here.”

Savin’s voice snapped Kiro out of his deep thought. He hadn’t even realized that they were already parked outside of his hotel.

“Oh… yeah.”

Kiro dug around in the backseat to find his dance bag. He then clutched at Savin’s gift and was about to leave when—

“Hey. Do you wanna… come in?” Kiro suddenly asked once he realized that his agent did not move an inch, hands still firmly placed on the steering wheel as if he was trying to make a speedy escape.

Savin sighed, “I would love to stay longer, but I have to get back to the venue. I have to make sure that the clean-up goes smoothly.”

“I can wait for you to get back.”

“Then I need to plan out your schedule for next month when you get back to Loveland,” upon seeing Kiro’s sullen face, he quickly added, “I’m sorry. Believe me when I say that I would much rather spend time with you than plan schedules… but I simply can’t. I’ll make it up to you next week when you go on break. Just tell me where you want to go and we’ll do it. Just not tonight… Please… don’t be upset.”

There was an awkward pause between the two of them. A moment that stretched out for too long. When suddenly, Kiro broke out into a laugh.

“Alright, but I’ll remember that. I’ll make sure we go to every bakery in the city. And… you cannot go back on your word.”

Savin sighed, this time with relief, “Of course. Have a good night Kiro. Go to bed early today, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Take care now.”

Savin’s SUV pulled out of the parking lot hurriedly. It sped off into the distance… and Kiro’s smile disappeared along with it.

***

Kiro never noticed it before, but his hotel room seemed overwhelmingly quiet at this moment. He would have simply ridden it off as a dramatic contrast in volume between the calmness of his room and the intensity of the concert… yet he couldn’t help but think that this feeling had nothing to do with volume at all.

Kiro dropped off his bags by the door and then desperately powered on the TV in hopes of getting rid of this uneasy emotion in his chest. This proved to be effective, but only by a mere fraction. Soon, the TV was nothing but a minor buzz in the background, and the silence swallowed him whole again.

He stood there in the middle of everything, the smile that was on his face merely a few minutes ago had disappeared, instead replacing his features with an apathetic look. His eyes—which were once so bright now had their light extinguished, leaving only a pitiable gloom.

No… no, wait…

Kiro shook his head as if to reset his thoughts. He wasn’t going to wallow in self-pity and ruin this joyful day for himself. After all, he was supposed to be optimistic. That is what Master Key would have wanted. That is what everyone wants. And perhaps… that was what he wants as well.

Kiro suddenly remembered the mini cake that Savin had given him. Perhaps that would make him feel a little better. After all, sweets always seemed to lift his mood.

He quickly took it out of the brown paper bag and set it down on the little kitchen island. He didn’t have a candle to light, but that didn’t seem to matter at this moment. Kiro clasped his hands together, and, as if to not disturb this fragile atmosphere, began to hum in a quiet voice.

“Happy birthday to you…”

“Kiro, you must remember this day. I might not be the one who’ll spend every 9th of April with you in the future, but I hope that you will always be in the company of loved ones.”

“Happy birthday to you…”

“Loved ones… Will they be by my side?”

“Happy birthday dear Kiro…”

“Of course. Because Kiro is the most awesome and the cutest kid in the world.”

“Happy birthday to—”

Kiro suddenly paused as he remembered this dialogue he had with Master Key all those years ago.

Loved ones…? Who… were his loved ones? Before, Kiro had thought that the whole world were his loved ones. But if he were to believe what Master Key had said, his loved ones were the people who celebrated his birthdays with him.

It was at this moment that it dawned on Kiro that he was completely alone in the small hotel room.

His hands slightly trembled and his vision blurred with tears.

No… this can’t be it. Had the moments of bliss just a few hours ago been nothing but an illusion? Why had he felt that when he was up on stage, all of the things that troubled him simply faded away? But now that he was in his room, far away from the lights and the confetti and the persona of Kiro, he was brought back to face with the things that he thought he would never have to confront again. Where were all of his adoring fans? All of the people who supported him? Everyone that loved and idolized him?

Where were his loved ones?

They sure weren’t here now.

When the spotlight faded, they all went back to their lives, their homes, their families. Only Kiro had no one to return to but an empty hotel room.

No… this can’t be it!

Disregarding the cake on the table, Kiro shot up from his seat and grabbed the first coat that he could find in his suitcase. He then jolted out the door and within a few moments, he was running down the barren sidewalk. For the first time, Kiro was thankful for the intense exercises that he was forced to put up with every day. He was sure that he had enough stamina to make it to the stadium without stopping. Luckily, it wasn’t that far from his hotel either.

Kiro had managed to put on his coat on the way here, but as soon as he stepped through the entrance to the stadium, he felt hot again.

A few coworkers had thrown him bewildered gazes.

“Kiro? What are you doing here back here? Didn’t Savin drop you off at the hotel?”

Kiro hadn’t heard the person who spoke to him, instead he continued running as if his life depended on it.

Finally, he made it up to the stage. Face flushed red, he doubled over and tried to catch his breath again.

The radiant lights had been turned off for a long time already, and the audience had been replaced with nothing but empty seats, but this would have to do for now. After all, it was lucky that they hadn’t started dismantling the stage.

When he could finally stand straight again, Kiro took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to imagine the rows of seats filled with people again. The way their cheers stirred ripples in his heart. The way they shouted his name in awe. The way the world was his and his alone when he stood here.

But no matter how long Kiro stood on that bare stage, or how hard he tried to concentrate, that feeling of satisfaction never came.

With a heavy heart and a single sigh, Kiro laid down. When he opened his eyes again, the empty audience stared back at him, as still and eerie as a graveyard. It felt as if the silence was purposefully mocking him—picking at his insecurities, throwing salt into the wound.

He turned away and closed his eyes once again, embracing the familiar darkness.

The answers that once made sense to him dissolved as soon as the crowd left the stadium. Once Kiro decided to dig deeper into the foundation that his morals and pride were built upon, he realized that it was as stable as sand and as firm as glass—shattered and scattered about with the first gust of wind.

Suddenly, there was no purpose for his existence again. No one was there to tuck him into bed and kiss his forehead and wish him a happy birthday. He was falling asleep completely alone. He was back to daydreaming about being up on stage. And after his life ended… once again, the only ones who were left to mourn him were the water, the feathers, and the gloomy night sky.

How would he be able to face his younger self and tell him that nothing had changed from then? That the moments of torture and disappearances and disarray and heartache equated to nothing?

That the thing that he spent his entire life chasing turned out not to be what he had craved?

Everyone loved Kiro, but no one loved subject 1562.

Just a few minutes ago, Kiro would not have been able to explain the heavy loneliness that seized up his heart from time to time. It just didn’t make sense to him how the whole world could love him, yet he still felt so alone. But now he knew the reason. Perhaps it was because everyone loved only half of him. The radiant half. The one that glowed like the sun. But light cannot exist without darkness. So who would love 1562? The shy, quiet boy that had been abandoned far too many times. The one that didn’t glow quite as bright, but was just as important. No one will ever truly love him because no one will truly understand him or the things that he’s been through. The people who loved him only loved him temporarily and superficially. Even his agent—the one that had been with him all these years, through thick and thin, didn’t really know him. No one knew him except…

Except for his mentor and the girl. The only two people who were able to love and accept him just the way he was. With all of his imperfections and all of his flaws. But Master Key had been missing for years now. And the girl… he hadn’t seen her since the orphanage. He wasn’t even sure that she was still alive, much less her whereabouts.

No one could truly love him but those two people.

And if he couldn’t find them? What would happen to him then? Would he spend all of his birthdays alone?

No…

Like a singular star in the expansive galaxy, Kiro felt entirely isolated and so difficult to reach. If only a brave astronaut could travel the distance and pick him out from the vast skies.

Was it too much to ask for? Was he being too selfish?

Kiro’s hands balled into tight fists as he whispered a silent prayer into the night.

‘I don’t have a cake or a candle to light… but please… the one who makes birthday wishes come true… please let me find them…’

***

“Kiro… are you in there? Can I come in?” You called out through the thick wooden door of Kiro’s dressing room.

There were some rustling noises before he called out in a raspy voice, “Come in!”

Without a second thought, you swung open the door, and with the biggest grin you could muster, you exclaimed, “Happy birthday, Ki—”

You paused. Kiro was nowhere in sight.

You looked around the room in confusion when you finally spotted him draped over the brown leather couch, blue eyes wide with shock. As the realization set, you quickly covered your mouth with your hands, as if to take back your sudden proclamation.

“Oh gosh. I am so sorry… were you sleeping?”

“Miss Chips… what are you doing here?”

You gestured around vaguely, “Umm… surprise? I was supposed to wait back for you at the hotel room but I just couldn’t wait to see you.”

Kiro had been away on tour for a whole month already. Your desire to see him could not be contained any longer, so you decided on scrapping your earlier plan of greeting him at his hotel. Instead, you dragged all of your suitcases to the venue he was performing at to see him as soon as you landed.

Kiro blinked. He looked like a lost puppy. It seemed as if many thoughts were running through his mind at this moment.

Finding his behavior cute, you crouched down to him and kissed the top of his head, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have shouted so loudly earlier… You look really tired.”

“I missed you too.”

Kiro took your hand and gently brought it to his lips. Then he intertwined your fingers together as if to make sure that you weren’t going to leave.

Upon seeing your reddened face, Kiro’s lips curved into that familiar charming smile, “You’re so lovely, you know that? You didn’t even leave your suitcases before seeing me. It makes me so happy knowing that you missed me as much as I missed you.”

“Of course, I missed you Kiro! And, it’s almost midnight. I had to wish you a happy birthday,” you suddenly frowned, “don’t tell me that you’ve forgotten about your birthday again.”

“How could I? I’m turning 23 today,” there was a short pause before Kiro began to speak again, “It’s true what they say, yeah? Time really flies, doesn’t it?”

“...You sound like an old man.”

You both burst out into giggles upon that statement. After a moment though, Kiro looked at you with sincerity in his eyes.

“No, but really. Since I’ve met you—my life has just… felt like a dream. And I know it sounds cheesy but… every day we spend together just… seems to speed past. I am so grateful that you’re here with me today.”

A quietness spread over you for a long time, until finally, you met Kiro’s eyes, “Where else would I be?”

“Where else were you every April 9th for the past 22 years?”

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Whatever. I’m here now. That’s all that matters. Come on, let’s get back. We still have a birthday cake to eat. And—not to brag, but I think I’ve outdone myself with your gift this time.”

“Oh? Well then, I hope I won’t be disappointed.”

You left the room hand-in-hand, laughing and talking about nothing. The domestic atmosphere made Kiro’s heart feel full, as if he was finally satisfied.

Suddenly, Kiro realized that this was the sole purpose of his existence. He didn’t need the massive crowds screaming his name, as long as his name was in your heart alone. There was no need to daydream about anything more because you were already everything he had hoped for. You were the thing he spent his entire life chasing.

You were his loved one. And you were by his side just as Master Key had hoped.

Everything he needed to be happy was already right here.

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[dawnsbreaking]

set before Ch13, no spoilers pairing: Xu Mo | Lucien/Original Female Character word count: 4,002

She hadn't intended to come to the lecture today, she'd texted Lucien as much, but her morning at work had been too hectic to bear without a break. Rose had a lot to do but she thought that she could treat her visit to Loveland University like taking her work to a cafe. Lucien's soft voice would be the perfect calming soundtrack for answering emails, and the promise of getting to spend time with him after class was an inherent motivator. - Rose doesn't pay enough attention to Lucien's lecture, she tries to make up for it after class.

my goal for this was to write a lucien fic that is fun and fluffy but could be a little bit angsty with more ch13 and beyond context, and i think i did that! reblogs, comments, tags appreciated!!

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Rose hadn't realized how commonplace her "auditing" of Lucien's lectures had become until this morning, walking into class, when one of Lucien's students greeted her by name as he held open the door for her.

"Good morning, Miss Prichard," he said, nodding his head respectfully before continuing to his seat.

Rose's eyes immediately darted to the lectern where she found Lucien, smiling knowingly. He mouthed, "Good morning, Miss Prichard."

The teasing light in his eyes filled Rose with a dizzying warmth. She felt caught, somehow, like this student had announced something precious about her to the world.

Another student's voice followed, and then another. Rose waded through a sea of good-mornings on her way to her usual seat at the back of the classroom.

"Good morning. You're all supposed to ignore me, remember?" Rose laughed, trying at an easy tone.

The first time she'd attended one of Lucien's lectures for this class, she'd introduced herself—somewhat unnecessarily—as the producer of Miracle Finder. Lucien had instructed his students not to mind her, telling them that she would be auditing lectures from time to time as a matter of personal interest. Then, she'd only expected to attend a few classes, just to better understand Lucien's style as a presenter. She thought that, in doing so, she might improve her skills in directing the professor's segments on her show. This original intention was far gone, now, as she'd been attending classes faithfully every week since her first.

Lucien's instruction to ignore was offered in vain. Rose drew attention naturally over time, by nature of the popularity of her show among Lucien's classes. The classroom rumors about Rose and Lucien's relationship certainly didn't help, either, as it was getting harder and harder to hide her familiarity with the professor from his students.

After taking her seat and unpacking her things, Rose chanced another look up at the front of the classroom. As if sensing her glance, Lucien pulled his eyes from the lectern and met her gaze at just the right moment. Again, he gave a sly smile.

She hadn't intended to come today, she'd texted Lucien as much, but her morning at work had been too hectic to bear without a break. Rose had a lot of work to do but she thought that she could treat her visit to Loveland University like taking her work to a cafe. Lucien's soft voice would be the perfect calming soundtrack for answering emails, and the promise of getting to spend time with him after class was an inherent motivator.

"Good morning, class," Lucien said, nonchalant yet effortlessly commanding of the room's attention. As his students responded in kind, he spared a quick glance at his watch, as if to subliminally call attention to the time. "I hope you've all been well.”

As Lucien eased into the lecture, Rose surreptitiously opened her daily planner and uncapped a pen. If she could respond to at least ten emails and finalize her shooting schedules for the week in the next hour and thirty minutes, she would have the rest of the afternoon free to spend with Lucien.

She read and responded to emails, checking off names and tasks in her planner as she went. Then, she moved on to the schedule, referencing notes from the emails she'd just responded to and calls she'd made that morning. The lecture faded into sweet background noise as she worked, the words hardly registering above the buzz of her thoughts.

It wasn't until Lucien mentioned Rose by name that she realized he'd been talking about an episode of Miracle Finder and returned her attention to him.

“This was when I first began working for Miss Prichard, of course,” Lucien continued, though the context for the statement was completely lost on her. She thought back to early episodes that Lucien had consulted on, trying to find a thread that connected to the topic of the lecture. Unfortunately, however, she was also drawing a blank on the topic of the lecture.

When Rose raised her head, clearly giving away her sudden shift in attention, she was met with another knowing look and teasing smile from the professor.

She gave him a sheepish grin, hoping to convey sincere apology. In response, Lucien shook his head at her as he continued speaking. To the auditorium of students, the swish of his dark hair and momentary crinkle of his eyes were surely taken as natural micro-expressions. To Rose, however, they were clear communications. He didn’t mind that she wasn’t paying attention, not really, but he was planning to tease her about it for the sake of it.

Lucien was fond of meaningless pretenses, taking advantage of any opportunity to turn a friendly conversation into a battle of wits. Rose suspected that being playfully antagonistic toward her was Lucien’s way of flirting, though calling him out on this was her trump card. She knew that she couldn’t let him see her hand until exactly the right time.

“I’m afraid I’ve gotten off topic.” Lucien chuckled as he let his eyes fall to the lectern in front of him. He was lecturing without the use of any notes, so he was purely glancing away to give Rose the mercy of broken eye-contact.

Rose felt her shoulders naturally fall as Lucien’s eyes left her. She returned, somewhat stubbornly, to her work. She was doing this for his sake, after all, working during his lecture so that she could give him her time after class.

In the back of her mind, Rose began assembling a bulleted list of counter-arguments to the jabs she anticipated. By the time Lucien had concluded his lecture—four minutes early, by the time displayed on Rose’s laptop—she’d finished enough of her work to justify a few hours away from the office and armored herself for a sparring match.

Lucien watched patiently as a line of students filtered out of the room. A few of them wished Rose goodbye, unfortunately giving Lucien more license to tease her.

Once the last student was gone, Rose stayed in her place, intentionally slow in putting away her things as she enticed Lucien to approach her first.

“I’d like to congratulate you on your perfect attendance in this class, Miss Prichard,” he said, coming to stand in front of her on the other side of the desk table, “I didn’t think you were going to be here this morning.”

Rose shrugged coolly, keeping her eyes trained on the zipper of her work bag as she pulled it closed. “Gotta keep you on your toes.”

“Hm,” Lucien hummed. “Is that what you do?”

“Well, truth be told…“ She finally stood at full height, raising her chin so that she could meet Lucien’s eyes. She found a fiery expression on the professor’s face. He was enjoying himself already. “I’ve always wondered whether you perform better with or without me watching.”

An almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth told Rose that she’d almost made him laugh, but he just managed to maintain a placid smile.

“Do you have a hypothesis?” Lucien asked.

“Not sure,” Rose said, “it could go either way, I think.”

“Well, regardless, you would be unable to test any hypothesis without paying attention to my lectures in the first place.”

There it was. Rose was disappointed at not being able to effectively distract him, but she switched gears without difficulty nonetheless.

“I brought my work with me so that I could get ahead of some things. I’ve earned at least three hours away from the office.”

Lucien frowned. “I was expecting an apology.”

“Would you accept three hours of my time as an apology?” Rose asked, drawing the connection between the two points in bold.

In response, Lucien leaned away and crossed his arms. Either his ego was bruised or he’d anticipated this point and was readying himself to deliver another cutting remark. The anticipatory silence alone was enough to make Rose waver in her resolve.

“It’s not very sincere as an apology if you were already planning on giving your time to me.” His voice took on a distant, musing quality, as if he were speaking to himself, reasoning through a difficult problem. “I’ve gained nothing for my trouble.”

“You’re right,” Rose relented on one front, no longer able to bear the worry that she might have truly hurt his feelings. She rounded the desk and came to stand in front of him. As she wedged herself in between Lucien and the table’s edge, a thought came to her. Another trump card. “I’m sorry that I didn’t pay attention to your lecture, Professor Xu.”

Her voice pitched just so, Rose sounded like a student apologizing after being pulled aside by the instructor. And, judging from the smirk on Lucien’s lips, he had gotten that impression exactly.

This did its job to break the tension, freeing them finally from the previous conceit. Lucien’s shoulders rocked with a hearty laugh as he loosened his posture and dropped his arms back to his sides.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he said. “I’m very grateful that you aren’t one of my students, please don’t ruin that by roleplaying as one.”

“Uh-huh.” Rose hopped up onto the desk behind her and reached for the lapel of Lucien’s jacket to make up for the new distance between them, only to find that he’d stepped forward already, completely in sync with her. To occupy her hands, she took hold of his lapel anyway, tugging at it before smoothing away an invisible mark. “Then, don’t call me ‘Miss Prichard’.”

“I was trying to be professional in front of my class,” Lucien answered without missing a beat. “Wouldn’t it seem odd if I called you by your first name in front of them?”

"Well, it would be much more professional if you didn’t say my name in such a sultry, gruff voice." She dropped her voice down into a lower octave and spoke in a poor impression of his gravelly tone. "Miss Prichard."

Lucien's hands found Rose's waist and squeezed slightly as he pushed even closer to her. He was fighting a smile at her teasing. "You're in rare spirits today."

"Just trying to make myself worth the trouble," she shot back.

"By being more disagreeable than usual?"

"You're pretending you don't like it." This wasn't exactly the trump card, but it was just as good. The exact diction seemed unnecessary when his hands were already on her waist and her hands were playing with his collar.

Lucien laughed, a low chuckle that reverberated physically through Rose due to their proximity. The feeling almost made her lose her nerve again.

“Furthermore,” she pressed on, the implication of his previous statement not lost on her, “I’d like you to elaborate on something for me.”

“What’s that?” Lucien’s head dipped lower, further closing the distance between them. His broad shoulders shielded her face from the sunlight that filtered in through a window, giving her a feeling like he was closing her off from the rest of the world. The thing between them was undeniable now, but she still wanted to hear him say it.

Rose dropped her hands from his collar and leaned closer, resting her wrists on either side of his neck, letting her hands fall limp behind his head. "Why wouldn't you like to have me as your student?"

The hands around Rose’s waist tightened and she could feel an intrepid thumb slip between two buttons of her blouse and brush against her bare stomach. Lucien raised an eyebrow, as if to confirm consent, and she nodded permission without thinking.

He cleared his throat and looked away, an uncharacteristically timid expression momentarily clouding his face. When his gaze returned, there was a new light of resolve in his eyes. “Do you have a hypothesis?” 

“Possibly.”

“Go on.”

“I’d rather you just tell me what you meant.” Rose almost didn’t recognize the assertiveness in her own voice. She’d reached her limit with Lucien’s game.

Lucien, unfortunately, seemed gratified by her desperation. A smug grin overtook his face.

“If you were my student, my feelings for you would be frowned upon,” he said, as matter-of-factly as if he were commenting on the weather, “as would whatever it is we’re doing now.”

“‘Whatever it is’,” Rose repeated. “What are we doing, Lucien, really?”

She realized a moment too late the weight that the question held. It was something she often wondered, an anxiety kept at a low simmer in the back of her mind. All of the flirtation and silly games and sweet moments together that amounted to nothing but gossip amongst college students did worry her. Why didn’t Lucien just ask her out? They were adults, they could just date.

It was worrisome that Lucien preferred drawing out this ambiguous flirtation.

The hands on Rose’s waist stilled, then withdrew themselves entirely as Lucien took a halting step back. Rose frowned, feeling as though she’d made a mistake, pushed him too far. Her hands fell from Lucien’s shoulders and into her lap.

Lucien didn’t look upset, necessarily, but his placid smile no longer reached his eyes. It was that faraway look he got sometimes, that Lucien-is-deep-in-thought-give-him-a-minute look that Rose occasionally teased him for. With no better option presenting itself, Rose resigned herself to wait for him to come back to her.

“It is complicated, isn’t it?” he asked, finally. He offered no other consolation or counter-argument. That was all. It was complicated, wasn’t it?

They worked together in a public capacity, they were busy people, Lucien’s students already had their rumors…

Rose felt suddenly ashamed, almost as if she had really been a student trying to seduce her professor. She looked down at her hands, trying to find the right words to undo what she’d just done. There had been a spell over them before she’d broken it. All of the flirting had almost amounting to something.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—“

“You didn’t—“

“It’s okay, I should—“ Rose hopped down from her place on the table, wobbling a bit and instinctively taking Lucien’s offered hand to steady herself. As soon as she was right on her feet, she dropped his hand as if it could burn her.

“Rose,” Lucien said, his voice taking on a more firm tone than she was used to from him. He didn’t touch her, didn’t move, but she felt trapped there with him nonetheless, she stilled completely just at the sound of his voice.

“What?”

Lucien sighed, suddenly looking a little bit helpless. “You were going to spend the next three hours with me.”

"I..." Rose faltered, unsure what to say to this. She didn't particularly want to spend three hours pretending that she hadn't just tried to kiss Lucien in a lecture hall in a building with his name on it. "I am really busy today, maybe I should just go."

"Rose," he said her name again, more gently this time. He brought a hand to her chin, pushing her to look into his eyes. "Tell me what just happened."

Frustration shot through her unbidden and she spoke without thinking. "You stepped away. And you're right, things are complicated. I'll leave you alone."

Lucien took another step back, leaving a wide space for Rose to pass through. The frown on his face, though, gave her pause. She stayed still, a little dumbfounded at how easily he'd given up.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"You're—“ Lucien paused, then cut himself off with a laugh, further compounding Rose's confusion. "Why should you be sorry?"

"Because I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Lucien interrupted. "You didn't do anything wrong. I was worried that I'd made you uncomfortable, which is why I stepped away. If that isn't the case, then I should be the one apologizing for confusing you."

"You didn't make me uncomfortable," Rose said, "but I was worried."

As much as it pained her to bring attention back to her earlier insecurity, Rose couldn't just move forward without addressing the root issue.

"Worried?"

Seeking physical stability that might bolster her confidence, she leaned against the table again and crossed her arms. She felt a bit safer, closed off from him as she spoke. "Sometimes it feels like you only like me when it's convenient. Or when you feel like toying with me. Sometimes I feel like a mouse being tossed around by a cat."

The look on Lucien's face made it clear that he was holding back a smile at her colorful analogy. He straightened and waited for her to continue.

"You know what I mean? The constant play-fighting and flirting and late night phone calls and walks home from work and—“ Rose shook her head, she was getting off-point. “—and nothing. It feels like you want all of this time and attention from me with none of the commitment. None of the clarity. And it's driving me completely insane, Lu."

Dappled light from the window flickered across Lucien's face as he turned away, avoiding Rose's eyes as he took in her words.

"I see." He spoke without turning back.

"Unless I'm making all of this up, in which case I really am sorry."

"No, no, I suppose I just didn't realize." It was a mercy when he encroached upon her personal space again, when his cool hands came to rest on her shoulders. It was a mercy when he looked at her with wide, clear eyes. “I’m sorry that I made you feel that way. I worried that it would be more complicated for you if our relationship were to change.”

“You’re not entirely wrong.”

It would always be more complicated for Rose if their relationship were to change. She was a woman in the entertainment industry, often scrutinized much more heavily than her male counterparts. She couldn’t even count the number of times that rumors about her had surfaced, just by nature of her proximity to the men that she worked with. Dating scandals with Kiro, rumors that she somehow pandered to Victor in order to increase her company’s funding, and the fact that gossip about her relationship with Lucien sometimes overshadowed online conversations about Miracle Finder itself.

Even still, Rose couldn’t find it in herself to push feelings for Lucien away. For one thing, she already had to deal with the gossip regardless. Being with Lucien might not actually change anything for the worse.

“But?” Lucien prodded, though the look on his face told Rose that he probably knew what she was going to say already.

“But I don’t think I’d mind. I mean, if you don’t.”

Having heard all that he needed to hear, Lucien moved his hands back to Rose’s waist and lifted her gently back onto the table. They were almost exactly as they had been, reset as if nothing had happened.

“I’d like to offer some clarification,” Lucien said, leaning even closer than before, speaking into the crook of Rose’s neck. “I feel lucky just to have you in my sight. I didn’t want to trouble you with concern for my feelings, but now I feel like a complete fool. I’m sorry to have made you feel insecure.”

“I understand the hesitation, really.” Rose smoothed Lucien’s lapel, then trailed a hand to his neck. His skin was always so cold. She felt as though she’d leave scorch marks where she touched him.

“Mm.” So close to her collarbone, Lucien’s hum reverberated pleasantly through her. He pulled away just slightly, allowing him to look her in the eyes. “Still, I apologize.”

He was stalling. Rose smiled, squinting her eyes at Lucien to let him know that she’d caught onto his game. “You know what they say about actions speaking louder than words, Professor?”

Lucien smiled back, unable to deny that he’d been teasing her. “Right.”

“Well?”

“I’d like to kiss you,” Lucien said, his voice steady and lacking intonation. The line was delivered in such a casual manner that Rose only made sense of the it second after the butterflies in the pit of her stomach.

A quick nod was all it took to grant Lucien full license with her. He kissed her jaw first, chuckling at Rose’s obvious disappointment.

“I have to be absolutely sure that you want this.” He trailed lower, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her neck. “And, besides, am I really such a tease if I deliver on the result?” He lingered just above her shirt collar, sucking gently at the base of her throat.

While Rose could easily go back and forth with Lucien in a verbal match of wits, she was completely at his mercy in her current state. She felt him continue to trail kisses back up to her jaw before finally pulling away to study her again.

“You’re absolutely a tease,” she huffed, “regardless of your final output.”

“Poor Miss Producer,” Lucien laughed, feigning a pouty voice, “you’re rarely this irritable.”

“And you rarely make your delight in my suffering so obvious.”

“Suffering?” Lucien’s words fell on her neck as he returned to suck on her throat again.

“Lucien. Please.”

He was more gentle than Rose anticipated, considering the way he’d been kissing her neck before. His lips just barely brushed hers, as if he was breathing her in.

Having had enough of his teasing, Rose threaded her hands through Lucien’s hair and deepened the kiss, feeling him smile at her taking of initiative. Tit for tat, he slid his tongue into her mouth. It was this that allowed Rose to see the new game; he was holding back, making her work for it.

She tugged Lucien’s hair, earning a gratifying, low groan, then spread her legs just slightly to rest them against the inside of Lucien’s thighs. Every point of contact between them buzzed. Every minute reaction from Lucien deepened Rose’s resolve. It was just like a fake argument or a friendly game of chess; even if she couldn’t beat him, she could make herself a formidable rival.

One of his hands travelled down from her waist to her thigh, where he traced a careful line below the hem of her skirt. Rose gasped into his mouth when he pinched her leg, finally breaking their kiss.

“Was that too much?” Lucien ducked his head lower as if to check Rose’s face for signs of duress.

Rose gave a breathy laugh. His concern was deeply endearing. “No, you just surprised me, that’s all.”

“Good.” He pecked her lips again. “You’re so…” Another quick kiss. “God.”

“We probably shouldn’t go any further,” Rose said, earning a frown from the professor. “I mean, not here.”

“If you’re worried about my reputation, let me assure you that I locked the door as soon as my students left. The windows are also too high to be seen into and tinted on the outside, besides.”

“Do you bring girls here often?” Rose giggled. “You sound very sure of yourself.”

Lucien narrowed his eyes at her and pinched her cheek. “Funny.”

“That’s not a no,” she teased in a sing-song voice.

“Hey.” Lucien threaded his fingers through her hair, suddenly looking very serious. “This isn’t just a casual encounter, is it? To you?”

“Lucien.” It ruffled Rose that he even had to ask. Of course it wasn’t.

He nodded, seeming to understand implicitly. Rose loved that about him, the way that he saw right through her, sometimes. The way they could speak without speaking.

“How much more time do you have?” He kissed her neck again, then slumped against her, resting his head on her shoulder. The emotional sincerity seemed to have momentarily exhausted him.

“I don’t know, two hours?”

“Why don’t you let me take you to lunch?”

Rose laughed. “So all that talk of high windows and locked doors…”

Another soft kiss, this time on her cheek. He was as casually intimate with her as if they’d been dating for years.

“Keep it in mind for another time,” he said. “Maybe that will help you to stay alert during my next lecture.”

-

thanks so much for reading!! <3

i've been having a hard time creatively lately and i think that it helped to write something for a fandom i've never written in before. i have played mlqc for more than three years and lucien is one of my favorite characters of all time, but i've never really gotten involved in fandom until now. i hope i was able to do lucien justice here.

if you're missing me, i've been more active on twitter lately, and have made an account specifically for mlqc, mysme, obey me, and the ssum. my username there is @/pdbutterfly

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[oceanlipgloss]

CHAMPAGNE WINDS

GAVIN.

+ no warnings.

The wind tasted of champagne.

Calm was his demeanor, but whenever she melted the distance between them, passion devoured his heart; its ardent flames took scorching bites out of excited flesh, and thin tongues of blaze ran softly against dancing arteries and pulsing veins.

There was fruity rain within; he was drunk on love, drunk on desire, the sweetest champagne.

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©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

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[timelessduet]

For Victor: 4th Entry

Happy birthday to our grand miracle in life, Victor Li.

Sweet Serenity

How does one get rest? Most people get it by sleeping… some by doing what they are passionate about… and others by just being in the presence of their beloved.

What about Victor? How does LFG’s successful CEO find time to rest despite being known as probably the most workaholic person in Loveland City?

MC: Knock, knock. How is Mr. Victor doing?

Hearing the girl’s voice, Victor turned off the monitor with interview questions before turning his attention to her.

Victor: A certain dummy seems to be slacking off today. I believe she told me she’d do her best to be more productive as a New Year’s resolution. 

MC: I am being more productive, my dear CEO. I’ve been out and about these past few days and… is it wrong to miss you? 

She was teasing in her tone but Victor didn’t mind indulging her every once in a while.

Victor: Mmm so you do admit that you’ve become a workaholic instead of working at a healthy pace. Who was the one who told me to get some rest more and not work like a horse?

MC: That’s… hmpp maybe this was a bad idea. Goldman told me you didn’t have anything on your schedule this afternoon so I decided to visit but… I’ll probably leave then.

Why does it seem like Goldman is becoming more of her secretary than mine? Victor silently thought before letting out a soft sigh.

Victor: And here I had already planned a bountiful dinner later this evening at Souvenir. Maybe I should just cancel that and have Goldman reschedule my meetings for today then.

He knew everything there is to know about this one girl and there is no question that she will always have a soft spot for food… specifically his cooking. MC stopped in her tracks and gave him a hopeful look.

MC: On second thought, I am an understanding girlfriend aside from being an amazing producer. I don’t mind the least waiting for you no matter how long it takes.

MC: How I missed the great chef of Souvenir’s cooking! And of course, pudding.

Victor: The gluten is full again. I’m glad. 

Rest… Peace… Tranquility… Maybe it was when she eats everything he cooks happily despite claiming she needs to go on a strict diet. 

MC: I am not a gluten. The food is just too delicious. We should never deny blessings as the elder say, right? But Victor… 

There was a long pause before it was continued.

MC: Did you know a friend got in touch with me today? She’s from Loveland Business Magazine. 

Victor quietly listened to MC as she spoke already having an idea where the conversation was headed.

MC: She asked me if you don’t mind answering the question they gave you for an interview? If the question was a bit intrusive, they said you didn’t have to answer it. I wanted to know what the question was but my friend told me it was up to you if you’d share it with me. 

Victor: That friend of yours must be smart to not let you know. A dummy shouldn’t be too nosy. 

She was just too kind and oblivious sometimes. Victor knew people would try whatever they can to get close to him whatever means necessary even if it meant going through the people he loved her. But then, even if he worried, there was no doubt in his mind MC could handle herself. The trust they had for one another was built in this lifetime.

Victor: About the sample question… it has something to do with how one rests. 

MC: That question does suit a workaholic capitalistic tyrant such as yourself, CEO Victor. I’m sure the citizens of Loveland are also indeed curious about how you rest while handling a business empire.

MC can’t help but let out a small giggle. Even though she is coquettish at times, she spreads happiness and light into his days life.

Victor: Not going to ask me what my answer is?

MC: After knowing you for so long, I’m sure you’ll let me know if you want to. It’s fine I suppose. I’ll just have to buy the magazine to know. My friend and their magazine will have a boost in sales thanks to a certain greedy cat.

Victor: A dummy through and through. If there’s anyone who knows the answer to how I rest, that would be you.

Hearing this, the girl’s face reddened before thoughtlessly shifting the conversation to another topic. 

MC: CEO Victor is his own person. What I think may be different from yours. It’s always been that way but of course, not all the time. Anyway, he should really also stop asking me too much. After all, I still have a lot to learn from the most successful person in Loveland.

Victor: I believe I need to learn more from you on the aspect of birthday surprises that are not as subtle as to speak. Indeed there is still a lot of you to learn including the element of keeping surprises a secret. 

Victor was the one who had an upcoming birthday surprise but it seemed as though MC was the one left in shock. There really was nothing that the girl can hide from Victor. 

Gazing tenderly to MC’s flabbergasted form, Victor always knew the response to that question.

Rest could be obtained through various forms. Sleep, relaxation, hobbies, work, passion, travel, love… Every single person has their own kind of rest.

Looking back, there was a time where his rest still involved working himself to the bone. Maybe throwing in some hobbies from cooking, equestrian, and fencing. 

But for Victor now? Rest is a person. 

Rest is her. Her scent, her voice, her feelings, and her love.

The serenity in his life.

[Author’s Note]: It’s been a long while since I’ve written stories for him. Although a day late, I wish my favorite mlqc guy a happy birthday. May our little Vic, MC, as well as all of you guys stay happy today and every day. 

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[graffitifactory]

IDIOT NATION

The world was an idiot nation.

So many stupid people, so many brainless monsters.

He didn't bother dealing with as many of them as he wanted. He would never, really. No one could make him. It was meaningless stuff. A waste of time. A killer of energy otherwise better spent.

He has better things to do, like letting wild melodies drift out of his long fingers and into one of his many glossy basses, making color flow from his fingertips onto spray cans and street walls, and being with one silly girl he allows to know him more than anyone else.

+ MASTERLIST

©𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮

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[otonymous]

Lord Victor and I (MLQC Victor - NSFW)

To my dear readers who are also part of the MLQC fandom:

I know it's been a crazy few days with everything that's happened recently. There is a lot to unpack here, and I know that this game is a refuge of sorts for many from the crazy events of the world.

That being said, I want to strive to continue to give you all a safe space here. As I've mentioned on my Patreon page, I am continuing to write (as it also enables me to make sense of things in addition to finding a place of calm), and it is my sincerest hope that you can lose yourselves in my work for even just a minute or two.

Hence, I hope you'll enjoy the following story. It would be the greatest honour for me if it puts even the tiniest smile on your face.

Sending you all much love and support 💕

- XOXO, Otonymous

Description: Is love enough to overcome class differences?  A bittersweet, alternate universe (AU) story of secret love, lust and desire (READ: this is just an excuse for me to engage in shameless stable sex with Victor while cosplaying as a lord and his servant 😂)

Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language & mature themes — reader discretion is advised.  Potential trigger warnings: mentions of death of a family member, very mild references to depressed mood, outdoor sex, slight exhibitionist overtones, flowery prose

Word Count: 3099 words (~16 mins of over-the-top, Harlequin-esque smut 😂)

Author’s Notes:

Something about this Victor karma makes me want to channel my favourite Victorian-era heroine and run through the moors in the middle of a giant rainstorm just to emerge at the front door of his manor in nothing but a white dress, completely transparent from the rain, of course LOL.  In other words, this story called for high drama and this is reflected in the language.  But please, do read on till the very end for a big surprise! 🤣 Much love to you all and hope you enjoy the read! 🥰

Leather, soft as churned butter, belies the strength of the hands that hold you fast, gloved fingers anchoring into flesh like a hook upon prey.

Rain, a drummer’s march upon the roof of the stable, keeping pace with the rhythm of flesh on flesh, his hips beating relentlessly upon the curves of your bottom.

Breath, his and yours, intermingling in tufts of white clouds that dissipate as quickly as they are formed…

…as if they had never existed at all.

Just like you and him were to be nothing more to each other beyond the stables than a servant and the young master of the house.

Yes, beyond the stables where love nested in hidden corners, dark and damp; desiring to stretch towards the warmth of the sun but knowing that weeds are a blight upon the sight of a society fettered by rules and convention.

He had taught you to read and write, your lord did.  Amidst lamplight’s glow and the musty scent of ancient pages, he had instructed you in the library where servants had not the habit of frequenting that he would like you to address him as an intimate would, by name alone: Victor.

One by one, he wrote each letter; the neat cursive beautiful on grey slate like a painter’s brush on canvas.

How happy you had been that night, excitement thrilling in your heart like a caged bird, the flutter of its wings stirring to life feelings at the pit of your stomach that you knew you hadn’t the right to feel.  That, due to your station and lot in life, had and would continue to be denied to you.

But then he pressed the chalk to your hand — warm still with the encouraging touch of his — and it felt like he had placed the entirety of the world in the palm of yours.

V. I. C. T. O. R.

Your letters were shaky but never once did he laugh at you.  Nor did your lord ever utter an unkind word, not even when deserved such as the time you had, in your carelessness, shattered a vase while dusting the antiques.  Victor’s expression became withdrawn to see the porcelain in shards, those dark eyes seemingly dimmed by the remembrance of brighter times forever lost to him.  The vase had belonged to his mother, his kin most dear, who now rested beneath the watchful gaze of stone angels deep in the earth near the woods bordering the estate.

It was there, kneeling before her grave, that you had found him.  The lady had been gone but for a fortnight; the pain of her passing still fresh, settling upon the very walls of Loveland Manor like thick vines of ivy slowly stealing light from an unkempt house.  And you alone had spied the ghostly glow of lamplight moving through the moors like a lone spectre headed for home before it could be banished by the brilliance of the rising sun.

So throwing on a shawl, you crept quietly from your room, careful not to awaken Goldman keeping watch at the door.  He had been slouched over, slumbering in his seat, with Daisy - his devoted bloodhound - dozing at his feet.

The wind whipped as you made your way across the expanse of land.  You had prepared yourself for a reprimand, some stern comment for having traipsed out into the dark chill with nothing more than your nightclothes and a shawl about your shoulders, threadbare and worn at that.

What you had not been prepared for were the unshed tears that greeted you in ebony eyes, shimmering faintly in the light of the moon like dust of the fae in storybooks told to placate crying children.

He turned to look upon you, shock giving way to a melancholic tenderness in his expression that tugged on the cage in your chest.  You had felt it then, that familiar flutter; the bird that had taken refuge there growing agitated in its impatience to seek out more of the sight that pleased its owner’s eye like no other: the chiseled jaw, dark features — a handsomeness tempered by a Saturnian gravity that had already developed in Victor from a very young age.

“I feel adrift in a sea fathoms deep with no land in sight.  One by one, the stars are snuffed out like candles prior to the arrival of dawn, but for me, I fear the sun will never rise again.”

That sonorous voice resonated even in the open air, binding you to him with some unseen magic.  You dropped to your knees beside him, but barely felt the damp of the grass seeping through your nightgown.  No, at the time, the only thing you were sensible of was the pain that wracked your heart as it surely did his, though of different origins:  Victor grieved for the untimely death of his mother; you grieved to see him lost in darkness.

Long, tapered fingers reached towards the gravestone, tracing the freshly etched words, and you were reminded of those nights he had taught you your letters in the comforting warmth of his library.  How different it had felt then!  The unfamiliar sight of your lord thus laid low distilled from you a spirit, a courage you knew not you possessed until that very moment, when the desire to touch — to heal wounds invisible — bade you speak.

“Milord, if you would deem one such as myself of sufficient worth, let me be your anchor.”

The wind picked up then, a great gust tangling branches overhead and plucking silken petals from crimson roses that surrounded the grave.  Lord Victor gazed at you for so long that for a moment, you wondered if your words had been carried away by the errant breeze.  Perhaps it was for the better.  Who were you, lowly as your station was, to even think that you had anything to offer this man whom the Fates had blessed with abundance: charming looks, a discerning mind, good breeding and fortune?  It was a momentary folly, you were sure of it, borne of a lapse in judgment to see the young master suffering thus, a man who had shown you nothing but kindness and, if you had the great honour of doing so, you would gladly call a friend.

And in such self-deceit you would’ve persisted had Victor’s lips not sought yours.

Wings flapped, their flutters powerful; a final bidding of farewell before the bird finally escaped.  The happiness in your heart was such that it could no longer be caged; flooded by love, hope, desire, there was no room for anything else except the face of the man who visited you in dreams every night…

…the man who was embracing you in a kiss.

If this is indeed a dream, it would be of little consequence were I not to awaken, you thought to yourself, the idea sinking to the depths of your consciousness like a ship at sea, slowly surrendering to the waves.  Because the kiss was a force of nature all its own, Victor’s lips — warm and pliant — stealing the breath like one standing in awe before the presence of a great storm.  And like a vessel subject to the whims of nature, his touch was such that it turned your world topsy-turvy.

A line had been crossed.  You had been given hope to dream.

“You would bring me back to the land of the living?” Your lord’s voice was low when, with much reluctance, he finally pulled away to speak.  Turning your hand within the much larger grasp of his, shy fingers interlace.

“You have never left, milord.  I would not allow it.”

The words were bold, you knew, but every single one had the gravity of truth.  You could not bring yourself to lie under the watchful eyes of the moon, Diana draped in her silver finery high in the sky to shed gentle light upon a pair of star-crossed lovers.

“You would forgive my transgression?"  That dark gaze pierced with the intensity of an arrow, Victor seeking proof of even the tiniest shred of offence.

“Only if you would give it again.”

The air left your lungs when he pulled you to him once more.  In Lord Victor’s arms, you felt warmth like the ever-burning fire of a hearth.  It was ludicrous, of course, to think that you had found a home in your lord’s embrace.  But there, in the time and space between kisses that fell upon you like rain, you allowed yourself to revel in the fairytales that none but the most gullible of children believe.

For what else but a sweet fantasy could it be, the way Victor possessed you now? — skin to skin in the stables and struggling to bite back every moan lest you spook the horses in their stalls.  Every time there was even a hint of shuffling movement from without, Victor’s body would slow in yours as a precaution.  Thankfully, the alarm would always prove false.  Only the horses with their wide, dark eyes were there to witness to this act of forbidden love.

He had taken you from behind; pulled your skirts up, apron and all, to expose you to the thorough inspection of his eyes.  They shone to look upon you much like they had in the days when he tutored you in secret — tender gazes Victor would fix your way whenever he bade you read aloud from volumes he’d brought back with him from studies abroad; poetry and prose that wove tales of fervid love, intense longing and unceasing desire.

You loved receiving Victor’s praise, had thrown your efforts into self-study in whatever spare time you could muster to earn it.  And he, in turn, provided encouragement in the form of letters sent to you in the post while far from home, safe in the knowledge that none of the other servants could read it as most were illiterate.  Apart from you, only Goldman was capable of recognizing his letters, enough to know to whom a piece of mail was addressed but certainly not enough to decipher the words of affection Victor would painstakingly write out in his elegant hand.

“How is it that you captivate me more every time I see you?  Had I not the benefit of education, I would be inclined to call it the work of magick,” Victor says, body bent over yours as he whispers, his lips grazing the shell of your ear with every powerful thrust.  In this position, he slid in even deeper, the tip of his cock teasing at the limits of your cunt until you felt yourself twitch around his long, thick flesh, blowing out a shaky breath to try to accommodate him whole.

He spoke so matter-of-factly that what seemed like a phrase coined by silver-tongued men to tempt silly girls suddenly took on a reverence all its own.  It pleased you such that you could not help but turn your head back to catch his lips with yours, smiling into the kiss as you spread your legs wider still for him.  Victor rewards you with a groan that emanates from deep within his throat right before he offers you a taste of his tongue.

The early morning air — damp and heavy with rain — was cool on your skin; bare from the waist down, breasts spilling over your corset.  And yet, heat continued to course through your body, warmed as it was by a wanton satisfaction to know how closely your lord was examining your cunt.  You imagined your juices must’ve made a fine mess of his soft, leather gloves when he reached between your thighs to finger the swollen bud at the tip of your pussy, feeling the way your skin stretched thin around him each time he pushed in and pulled out.

Truth be told, you had already begun to dampen the moment you laid eyes on him.

Lord Victor had been out on a morning ride as was his custom when the skies opened up in a sudden downpour, prompting his early return to the stables just as you had sought shelter there from gathering wildflowers to accent the vases decorating the halls of the manor.

You had slipped in after him; quietly — as he hadn’t yet noticed your presence and you wished for the opportunity to bask in the sight of your master as he guided Pilot — his magnificent stallion — back to his stall.  Victor was the very picture of a gentleman, dark features proud and strong.  And yet, on this day, the elegance of his bearing was tempered by rain-soaked strands of ebony hair, lending him an almost feral air that made him seem as wild as the animals in the stable.

His wet clothing clung to him; damp riding breeches unveiling powerful musculature that ran down the length of those long legs, outlining the shape of his backside and, from the front, the bulk of his cock - intimidatingly large though it had yet to swell at all.  The vision drew an inadvertent sigh from your lips that made him whip around, sending droplets of water flying from the tails of his burgundy riding coat.

"I beg your pardon, milord.  I did not mean to alarm you.”

His eyes softened in recognition, their corners crinkling to match the tender smile forming on his lips.  “You’re here.  Goldman informed me this morning that you had already left for the market.”

“Not the market, Sir, but the gardens.  I was picking wildflowers when it began to rain.”  You indicated the woven basket on your arm, lush with blooms in bright colours that contrasted the grey skies above.  “I beg your pardon, milord.  I had unwittingly fallen asleep last night by the window before I could see your carriage pull up to the manor.  I trust your journey home was uneventful?”

Lord Victor moved in your direction and, standing toe to toe, plucked forget-me-nots from your basket between his gloved fingertips, carefully tucking the blue blossoms with their tiny rings of gold behind your ear.  “Uneventful, yes, but, in my impatience to see you, not nearly speedy enough.  I’m afraid to say that matters of the estate have taken me away for far too long, my love.  I see that you have already forgotten my name.”

Laughter bubbled up in your throat then, joy and lightness rising within your chest as you bit your lip and said in a coy whisper, “Victor.”

“Say it again.  Louder this time.”

“Victor, my Victor.  My only love—“

Arms wrapped tightly about your waist, Victor’s lips falling upon yours to swallow the last of your words with the greed of a man starved.  The basket fell from your hands; a rainbow of colours spilling onto the cold floor as if love alone had the power to make seeds bloom from stone.

“I’ve missed you dreadfully.  My true return lies not in stepping past the threshold to the manor, but in the moment I finally have you in my embrace again.”

Your lord pulled back, eyes drinking in the sight of you as they studied from face down.  Those irises darkened even further when they stopped mid-chest.  Following his gaze, you gasped to see that your clothing had turned transparent in the rain, leaving little to the imagination.

“Forgive me, love, for I fear that even one with infinitely more patience than I would lose all composure in your presence.”

So saying, he tore the front of your bodice wide, bothering not to remove his gloves as he hastened to take first one breast into his mouth then the other in turn.  The wet heat of lips and tongue banished the damp chill on your skin in an instant, and the horses raised curious heads in your direction to hear you moan, gentle fingers raking through your lover’s thick hair.

Every salacious lick, every teasing flick of his tongue hardened your nipples to a point even as you melted between the legs from the clever ministrations of his mouth.  That your lord had taken you in the stables was nothing new, but then the lovemaking had always been slow and gentle; a woollen blanket carefully arranged upon a soft pile of hay and atop that, your bodies writhing together in time and ecstasy.  Perhaps it was true what they said about the heart growing fonder with absence — this last trip had been Victor’s longest yet, and it seemed to return a man almost savage in his passion back to the fold of your embrace.

It excited you.

Sent a thrill down your spine to have Victor shed the veneer of the perfect gentleman and take what he wanted, especially when the object of his desire was you.  That much was obvious when you found yourself backed up against the wooden slats of a fence, your lover’s tumescent cock grinding in a slow rhythm on the mound of your cunt through your skirts, inhaling deeply with his face still buried between the flesh of your breasts.

It made you respond in kind, propriety giving way to lust when you found him through his breeches, hand smoothing over the taut outline as you admired the fullness of the part of him that gave you pleasure beyond compare.  How many nights had you lain awake in his absence, fingers moving nimbly between your legs as you imagined them to be Victor’s cock, poor substitute though they were?  But there was no longer a need to play pretend when you had the authentic article before you.

He entered you with ease, the head of his cock finding you slick as Victor sighed to slide between your tight folds.  You paid no mind to the flowers being trampled beneath your muddied boots as your lover began to move in earnest,  gloved hands holding fast to the curves of your hips as he picked up speed, filling you to the brim over and over again.  Every time he did, the wet sounds of your excitement would compete with the rain falling still upon the roof of the stables; the smells of your lovemaking intermingling with the scent of earth and hay.

And when, with a groan and much force of discipline, your lord finally pulled himself away to spill the creamy heat of his seed upon your buttocks, your lips pull into a secret smile, content to think yourself the happiest being in the world to be thus marked by your lover as his own.

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[lia-jones]

Resistance - Evol: Chapter 9 - Garfunkel

He smiled as he watched her sleep, an innocent look on her face, her breath soft and slow, her lips parted. If only he could forget last week existed, as well as all the doctors and the exams and the diagnosis he could watch her without the tightness in his chest, pretend that she had never been sick at all.

The sun already bathed the wooden floor of their room. Victor had left the bed over an hour ago and it was time for her to take her medicine, but she looked so peaceful… Five more minutes wouldn’t hurt, he decided. She could use the rest. He pressed his lips on her forehead and focused on more important matters: Breakfast.

“Good morning.” Owen sat on the kitchen island, adjusting the collar of his shirt.

“Looking sharp, Mr. Lee.” Victor greeted.

“Where’s Mom?”

“Still sleeping.” Victor turned off the stove, placing the breakfast plate on the counter. “Go wake her up.”

He looked at the plated pancakes, pondering the garnishings. Andrea hadn’t been eating well, and she was losing weight, so he decided on a comforting breakfast instead of a healthy one: He would cover them with pecans and warm maple syrup, just like she liked them.

In the distance, he could hear his boy call his mother.

“Mom, stop playing, I know you’re just pretending to be asleep.” The boy giggled, earning a chuckle from Victor as well.

“Mom, I don’t want to play anymore. Open your eyes.”

Victor frowned, focusing on his son’s voice.

“Mom!” The boy screamed. “Mom, wake up!”

Something was wrong. Victor bolted to the room, forgetting about the pancakes. He found his boy crying, shaking his mother’s arm, who seemed to be still asleep.

“She won’t wake up!” Owen sobbed. “Why is she not waking up?”

“Andy.” Victor stroked her curls, his thumb massaging her forehead. “Andy, wake up!” He shook her shoulders. “Andrea!”

“Mom…”

“Go get my phone from the kitchen.” Victor ordered, taking his wife in his arms. “Andrea, can you hear me? Talk to me.”

Her body sagged in his arms, unresponsive. No, this couldn’t be it, it was too soon. She had been diagnosed not even a week ago.

It was happening all too fast. He wasn’t ready.

Anyone in Loveland who didn’t live under a rock knew very well who Victor and Andrea Lee were. The media had named them Loveland’s Power Couple, and they were indeed prominent figures, always present in charity and business events, and even sometimes going on TV to comment on some news regarding the financial market.

But even if you weren’t interested in Economics, the name Lee would still be very familiar: Who didn’t know the fairy tale story of the lonely Loveland’s Most Eligible Bachelor, and how he fell in love with an emigrant that came to the city to rebuild her life after leaving an abusive boyfriend? As discreet as they always tried to be, minimizing his appearances and almost always keeping them work-related, the Lee family was certainly a subject to discuss, as their conquests and heartbreaking stories warmed our hearts.

I have to admit I didn’t know what to expect when I entered that waiting room. Maybe I had gotten used to the glamorous pictures in the magazines of them wearing expensive suits and gowns, or to Victor Lee’s elegant ways, calm and polite but poignant when he spoke on TV. The man I found in the waiting room had nothing to do with the man I was used to seeing in the media.

He was sitting in one of the plastic chairs, shoulders slumped, holding a red-haired child who seemed to be glued to him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He held the child and caressed his hair, answering with a soft loving voice as the boy complained and cried. The moment he noticed me approaching he jumped from his chair, still holding the boy, an anxious look in his eyes.

“Mr. Lee?”

“Any news on my wife?”

“She’s still being examined by the doctors.” I spoke calmly, trying to diffuse some of his tension. “In the meantime, the Chief invites you to meet him in the VIP waiting room. He is waiting for you there.”

His brow furrowed, his tired eyes turning into a steely gaze. Obviously, the man was worried about his wife, he didn’t have time to waste on formal handshakes and elbow-rubbing. I was convinced he was about to tear me a new one when he suddenly paused, his expression distant, as if he was considering something, his hand rubbing his son’s back.

“Thank you.” He nodded politely.

We walked in silence to the VIP wing, a quieter wing with fewer rooms, where famous patients could stay far from the prying eyes of the public. The Chief of Hospital was waiting for us with Dr. Mann, in the VIP waiting room.

“I’m Dr. Manuel Collins, the CEO of Loveland’s General Hospital, and this is Dr. Laura Mann, the doctor that is taking care of your wife’s case.”

“How is she?”

“She’s already in her room, she hasn’t…” Dr. Mann hesitated, looking at the boy.

“Would you like me to look after your son for a while so you can discuss things?”

“Owen, would you like to go with…” The CEO frowned at me.

“Molly Garfunkel.” I smiled.

“Would you like to go with Nurse Garfunkel while I talk to the doctors?”

The boy looked at me suspiciously.

“We can go get some hot chocolate from the vending machine.” I smiled at him. “It’s pretty delicious.”

“Keep him close.” The father warned.

“Don’t worry, it’s not far away.” I nodded. “So, what do you say, Owen, do you want to come with me?”

“I want to wait for Mom.” The boy turned to his father.

“I know.” The father kneeled in front of him, looking him in the eyes. “But for now, you need to go with Nurse Garfunkel while I talk to the doctors, alright?”

“Alright.” The boy looked down.

“It won’t be long, I promise.” He lifted the boy’s face, smiling at him. “I want you to be on your best behavior. And thank Nurse Garfunkel for being so kind to take you.”

“Thank you, Nurse Garfunkel.”

“Thank you for the hot chocolate, it’s very good.” The boy sat beside me on the couch close to the nurse’s station. Not far from us, in the VIP lounge room, his father was being given what I quickly understood not to be good news.

“I’m glad you like it.” I nodded, wondering what I could do next to distract the boy. His eyes kept wandering to the VIP lounge door.

“My father makes hot chocolate for us when it gets really cold, and he adds marshmallows. Mom and I sometimes snatch a few marshmallows when he’s not looking to eat while we wait.”

I laughed. It was heartwarming to imagine Victor and Andrea Lee, Loveland’s Power Couple, in such relaxed settings.

“Is my mom going to die?”

I looked at the small boy sitting next to me, red curls bouncing as he spoke, sweet inquisitive brown eyes reading me with wisdom we don’t often find in an adult, let alone a child. I noticed Victor Lee leaving the lounge room, eyes scanning the space looking for his son. And the pain in them when he finally found him. To be honest, I have never seen a man looking so broken.

Fortunately, I wouldn’t have to answer the question I was asked, I would leave that painful task to his father. But part of me wanted to lie, wanted to give them a little hope, just so they wouldn’t have to go through so much pain, especially that pure little boy.

But I couldn’t do that. So I settled for the next best thing I could do.

“Would you like some cookies with that hot chocolate?”

A degenerative disease is perhaps the worst death one can have. I have certainly seen many cases like this, where the person slowly fades away and in most cases is aware of it, the light slowly dimming in their eyes, as they lose all hope, and sometimes all dignity.

In cases like Andrea Lee’s, where all indicated that her disease would take a major turn for the worse, it was almost merciful that she had a stroke in her sleep to speed things up. Of course, looking at her husband and at how heartbroken he was, no one dared to say it out loud.

Dr. Mann talked for a long time, explaining Mrs. Lee’s condition, choosing her words carefully so she wouldn’t antagonize the husband. This was a particular situation that could lead to a potential lawsuit, Dr. Finn had said that she still had some time, only to have her get much worse two days after. It wasn’t fair and it was nobody’s fault. Still, some families would blame the hospital.

As we left the room, Dr. Mann turned to me.

“Next time you go check on her and take blood for routine tests, I want you to make these as well.” She handed me a piece of paper. “It should be enough for now.”

“What for?” I frowned. “You think the diagnosis is wrong?”

“There is no harm in exploring a few other options. The illness is progressing far too fast, which is not consistent with CTE.”

“You didn’t ask for the husband’s consent.”

“I don’t want to give the husband hope, I am not sure what I may find yet if anything at all. That would be cruel.” She looked down. “But we are not putting the patient at unnecessary risk, you will have to take her blood anyway. I’m just adding a few more tests.”

“The Chief will not like it.” I warned.

“The Chief doesn’t need to know. Nobody needs to know. It's just a blood test.”

It was hard seeing her like that, pale and still, looking so very small in that bed. She looked skinnier, her cheeks sinking in her face, her hair lusterless, braided in two ponytails to keep it from tangling. A far cry from the vibrant beautiful woman we used to see in the media. If this was hard for me to watch, and I was a stranger, I could only imagine what it felt like to her husband.

I wondered if Dr. Mann wasn’t right after all. No degenerative disease can do all this damage in merely a week.

“Mrs. Lee, I will take your hand now so I can check your IV, ok?” I spoke to the motionless woman.

“Can I bring some of her clothes, some pajamas for her to wear? She would hate to be in that ridiculous hospital gown.” The husband turned to me.

“I’m sorry.” I shook my head. “The gown is more practical for daily care, and it’s better at preventing bedsores.”

“What about socks?” He insisted. “Her feet are always cold.”

“Socks are ok.” I smiled.

There was a moment of silence as if he was mulling over something. Then he spoke again.

“Do you think… Nevermind.”

“You can ask.” I gave him a soft smile, focusing on the syringe that was filling with blood.

“Would it have made a difference if I had woken her up? When she was having the stroke?”

I had seen him one day on some TV show, commenting about an embezzlement scandal with some financial company. I never understood finances very well, but I could remember how assertive and knowledgeable he was, making the room go quiet every time he uttered a word. He had this royal aura, this powerful presence that filled the room and made you automatically feel this respect for him, even without knowing who he was. At that moment, looking at him, all I could see was vulnerability, although he was yet to show a hint of emotion. I was about to answer when he interrupted me and continued talking like he had the urge to get something off his chest.

“I’m usually a light sleeper, especially since she was diagnosed, but this time I didn’t wake her up. I even got up before her and didn’t notice a thing, I thought she was sleeping.” He took a deep ragged breath. “I sent my son to wake her up, he was the one that found her like this. I failed both of them. I should have noticed, and I can’t understand why I didn’t.”

“You wouldn’t have been able to tell.” I hurried to answer. “She had it in her sleep, she probably didn’t react.”

He took another deep breath, as he was trying to steady himself. I’ve seen it many times before, the burden a spouse bears when the other one is dying, especially when there are small children involved: they wish to make good on their love’s last wishes, they wonder if they will be able to raise their kids on their own, they wonder if the loss is going to drive them crazy.

It’s a lot to take in alone.

“Do you have a support group? I mean, friends or family members that can help you, be with you at this moment?”

The man remained silent, his eyes focused on his wife, glassy as tears threatened to spill. I understood right away what he meant, as I had seen it many times before. It was her. His support was his wife, his solace, and he didn’t know how to ask anyone else. The way this man held her hand, the devotion and love he had in his eyes whenever he looked at her, told me that this woman was everything in his life, she took all the space. And now that she was leaving, he didn’t know what to do with the emptiness.

As a nurse, we are required to keep our emotions at bay. We are supposed to be impersonal, to see feelings as something that can be studied and concluded but not felt: We need to consider feelings and act through compassion, but we can’t actually be compassionate. As health care professionals, it clouds your judgment.

“I did pretty much everything that needs to be done, I was there an hour ago, so you’ll only need to return in another hour.” I debriefed the nurse that was coming to take the night shift. “If you can, make sure the husband gets something to eat, and ask him if he needs an extra bed for the night. So far he refused, but…”

“It’s ok, Molly, I got this.” She smiled at me.

“Yes, I know.” I sighed. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be bossy.”

“Patricia told me that he never left the room, he was beside her all day, holding her hand. That’s so sweet.”

“And heartbreaking,” I added. “I’m looking forward to a drink after this.”

“Excuse me, can you tell me where Andrea Lee’s room is? I was told that I could ask here.”

I turned to see who was asking. She was well in her fifties, short with black curly hair, a grave expression on her face. Beside her, was a tall well-built man with hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair.

“My name is Jeremy Jones and this is my wife, Mariana.” He extended his hand for us to shake. “We’re her parents. Victor is expecting us.”

Looking at both of them, I could see the resemblance. Andrea Lee had her mother’s curly hair and brown eyes, but the nose, mouth, and hair color were clearly from her father. I smiled.

“I was with your daughter and son-in-law all day, I can take you to them.” I started walking, leading the way.

“How is she?” Her father asked.

“Maybe we should leave such questions for the doctors.” The mother chimed in. I silently thanked her for her intervention, I didn’t want to be the one telling them that their daughter would probably pass away soon.

“Mr. Lee?” I knocked on the door. “Your in-laws are here.”

I was surprised to find the room empty. Mrs. Lee laid in bed, perfectly still… and alone. Until I saw two feet coming from behind the bed, on the floor. Coming closer, I found Mr. Lee unconscious, on the floor, a streak of blood running down his forehead, slowly pooling on the floor.

“Victor!” Mrs. Jones kneeled beside me, as I examined him. He had probably hit his head and passed out, he would need immediate medical attention. I was about to buzz for help when I heard him groan.

“He’s waking up.”

“Don’t get up yet.” I spoke softly as I saw him making an effort to sit. “You hit your head pretty bad, you probably have a concussion.”

“It’s nothing.” He disregarded my request and got up anyway, touching the blood on his forehead and looking at his bloody fingers. “I’m alright.”

“You’re bleeding.” I insisted. “I’ll call a doctor to come to see you.”

“How did you hurt yourself like that, son?” The older man asked. “What happened?”

“I must have fallen asleep on the chair and hit my head while I was falling.” He took my arm. “No need for a doctor. I assume you’re able to take care of it.”

I was about to refute when I saw him looking me in the eyes, almost like he was pleading. Maybe it was the anguish of seeing a loved one die and the uncanny closeness someone can find in these moments with the healthcare provider working with them. Or maybe it was that her parents were there now, and that added to the weight he carried. He was overwhelmed, and he was silently asking for my help.

“I will need to take you to another room to get you treated.” I declared.

“We will stay with Andy in the meantime.” Mr. Jones quickly offered.

I took him to an examination room nearby and had him sit on the bed, gathering from the shelves the few supplies I would need. He was silent the whole time, lost in his thoughts, yet clearly unsettled.

“This may hurt a little.” I warned as I disinfected his wound.

“Thank you.” He sighed.

“That’s quite the gash.” I offered, getting nothing but silence from him. “You know, it is unusual for a wound like this to happen as you described it.”

“I didn’t want to worry my in-laws.” He looked away. “The truth is, I was getting up to use the bathroom when I felt lightheaded and fell. That's why I hit my head so hard.”

“Mr. Lee, this is probably none of my business, but you are not doing anyone any favors by not taking care of yourself.” I spoke softly and I applied a bandage to his wound. “Your devotion to your wife is remarkable, but you have a beautiful young boy to look after. And he needs his father.”

“You are right. This is none of your business.” He replied. “Are you done?”

The remark and the ice in his words felt like a punch in the gut. I quickly moved my hands away.

“You still need to see a doctor. You may have a concussion.”

“I need to go back to my wife.” He got off the bed and walked to the door, pausing to look at me again. “Thank you.”

As health care providers, we are not supposed to feel for our patients more than convention dictates. It clouds our judgment and makes us do things we shouldn’t: Let a patient go without proper medical care, like I just had, help someone keep a secret that we don’t even know about, and most importantly, making it personal and hurt like it was our own family.

I wouldn’t be able to sleep, carrying this with me. I needed a beer.

The bar was full as usual, most people at the hospital came here at the end of the shift to do the same thing I was doing there: forget about work. I found one of my coworkers already at a table, waving at me to join her. But first, I needed my drink.

I approached the bar and asked for a beer, looking around as I waited. Not far from me, I found Dr. Mann, speaking with a very attractive man. Was she on a date? She didn’t look like she was on a date, by her expression, unless the date was going terribly wrong. Having nothing better to do and needing a distraction from my own emotions, I decided to focus on her voice and eavesdrop a little.

“The moment I saw your email, I knew I had to call you.” She told the man. “I know this can’t be CTE, it’s progressing way too fast. And then I remembered the pandemic, and how the doctors couldn’t identify the virus at first, but you did. I have the papers and a blood sample in my car, I would love for you to take a look at it.”

“It is a very interesting case indeed.” The man smiled. “And you tell me this patient is a VIP?”

“Yes. In case you find something in her sample, you can’t publish anything about it. I’m not supposed to tell you, but this is Victor Lee’s wife, we would have a serious problem in our hands if he found out about this.”

“You don’t have his consent?” The man frowned. “I’m sorry, Laura, but this doesn’t seem ethical at all.”

“I know.” She looked down. “I understand.”

“I know this is personal to you, having lost your mother in the pandemic. And I am deeply sorry for not being able to find the vaccine any sooner, maybe I could have prevented her death. So as an apology, I will help you. I will analyze the blood sample thoroughly to see what I can find. Keep me posted about the patient, I want updates on her health condition.”

“Thank you, Dr. Xu. I knew I could count on you.” She smiled, taking his hands. “Thank you very much.”

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[thedummysdummy]

One Small Decision

He really hadn’t expected that she’d really go, and that her phone would still be off 24 hours later. 

It hadn’t even been that big of a deal, had it? A minor disagreement. A bit of a squabble. Hardly an actual fight, right? Yet his calls went to voicemail, his texts remained unread, and his bed was empty. 

So obviously it had been a big deal to her. Victor sighed and powered on his phone screen, disappointment a bitter pill in his belly as it showed no new call or messages. “Why are you so dramatic,” he grumbled, slipping the phone back in his pocket and his feet into his shoes. “I guess I’m going to have to find you and work this out.” 

He almost fondly remembered the last time the girl had disappeared on him like this. Despite getting him all worked up, she’d simply been waiting for him at his home where she belonged. A glimmer twinkled in the corner of his eye as he remembered that birthday and shook his head at how silly he’d been. But this time, she wasn’t just laying in wait with a surprise. His home was empty, her apartment was empty, and a multitude of ‘what-if’s were plaguing him already.

The phone returned to his hand and Victor flipped through the contacts, settling on Willow. His finger hovered over the number for a moment before pressing ‘call.’ There was no such hesitation on the other end; within two rings, the big personality of Willow (and the voice to match) filled Vicor’s ear. 

“Mr. Victor!! I’m glad you called. Have you heard from the boss today? She didn’t show up to work and none of us have been able to reach her all day. She sent Anna a single angry emoji last night, but that’s the last we’ve heard from her. She’s with you, right? What is she mad about?” 

Victor held the phone a little space away from his ear, but waited patiently for Willow’s questions to end. “No, she’s not with me. I was hoping that someone at her company had heard from her today. She stormed off yesterday afternoon and I haven’t been able to reach her since.” 

“What did you DO? You must have really messed up for her to have her phone turned off through an entire work day! It’s not like the boss to just not show up to work, either.

Willow was right, and that didn’t make Victor feel any better about the situation. However, there were still options without running all over the city. Victor ended the call with Willow, navigated to Mr. Mills’s contact and dialed, more quickly this time. “Yes, Mr. Mills? Has my dummy been by Souvenir today? No? Okay, thank you. No, I won’t be in tonight. If she shows up, please let me know. Thank you.” 

The ace in the hole, then. “Goldman! Have you heard from the girl today? She seems to have run off somewhere and I can’t find her.” 

“Again? No, boss, I haven’t heard from her. I’m supposing you’ve spoken to her crew already if you’re calling me?” 

“Obviously.” Victor sighed, doing his best to keep the beast growing in his stomach from clawing its way out. “If you happen to hear from her, tell me immediately.” 

“Of course. I’ll start looking around myself. Thankfully you’ve given me a manageable workload for the week, so I have the time.” Goldman attempted a chuckle, but it quickly died in his throat. “I’m sure she’s fine. She always is.” 

Victor grunted in a non-committal manner and hung up the phone, a little bit at a loss where to go from here. Perhaps it was time to break out the old Evolver list…he placed the phone face-up on his desk and opened a hidden drawer, one filled with dust and a large stack of papers. Each page contained a name, a photograph, a short description of their power, and any contact information he had. Surely someone he’d helped would be able to return the favor.

Page after page provided nothing but disappointment as Victor read through the descriptions and debated any possible angle in which the powers could be used to locate the girl. It was a much slower process than he would like, considering how long she’d already been missing. He should have gone after her! He should have apologized and brought her back home! But no. He’d let her storm out the door. He’d let her disappear into the darkness. But she was supposed to come right back. A little walk to cool down was all she needed, he was sure of it. At worst, she’d take a cab home and call him in the morning. 

But what if she’s on the side of the road somewhere? 

But what if she got picked up by one of those crazy anti-Evolver types? 

No, no. None of that had happened. She was surely just hiding somewhere and forgot to charge her phone. He turned over another page and, as he found the face of Kiro staring back at him, Victor realized he had forgotten to ask any of the other men she was friends with if they had seen her. The thought of his girl running to another man after a fight sickened him, but at least he’d know she was safe…

And so he picked up his phone, added all four of their numbers to a group text, and swallowed his pride. “Have any of you heard from my girlfriend today? I can’t reach her.” 

~~~~

The room was dark, and the rope around her wrists and ankles cut painfully into her skin. The girl whimpered slightly as she began to regain consciousness. Her head throbbed and her vision was bleary, though it began to clear a little as she blinked in rapid succession. 

“Ah. Sleeping Beauty awakens, eh? Good. It’s more fun when she’s awake.”

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[duckieeart]

Victor’s - Moody Date

Hello! This is my entry for @little-butterfly-writes ‘s Contest . It’s my first time writing and I really enjoyed the process of it, enjoy reading this date!

Fandom: MLQC - Victor Li x Duckie (Mc)

Genre : jealousy jealousy jealousy , comfort , Filled with romance ( fluff)

Word count : 3,309

As If its not obvious enough to everybody.

I have feelings towards my boss, victor Li. I did fall in love with a person that I know i can’t reach even if i had him in my wildest dreams. I all i am wishing for is that no one know about these hidden feelings hoping that i will be able to maintain the decision i took and forget about him, But unfortunately things goes unplanned after I experienced certain feeling. jealousy .

If Kiki , Anna , the rest of my friends and colleagues found out about my secret feelings including the letters I wrote about victor secretly , I would get in big trouble , what letters you may ask? It’s simple. Basically, when i feel like I can’t control the love i feel towards him . I write down all my feelings in a letter and hide it somewhere , i got this idea from a movie i watched last year. At first , I haven’t thought not in a million years that I would use this idea and especially writing my unwanted feelings towards my CEO ,Aka victor li .

He was very strict and seemed to be very rude, i used to hate on him . He isn’t my type in men plus we’re completely different. Its not a big surprise since he is the CEO of an worldwide successful company ,LFG.

Just to clarify our differences. He made his company from the beginning meanwhile me, A young lady who inherited a show from her father once she Graduated from college. I didn’t even have an experience in life or the business field.

Everything were so difficult to me and it felt like an endless maze , the fact that I have him as my investor was like a miracle . Not only that but he really take good care of me . He is older in age , with a mature mindset . I am just young reckless, hesitant and inexperienced girl who just got a big position and so naive comparing to what she is responsible for .

I thought alot about giving up but victor make me change my mind and Instead of giving up he gave me the motivation to challenge him , i was in the mood to show him and prove to him that i can take the harsh responsibilities like an adult And be someone who is trust worthy enough to have his five hundred million investment in my show .

With time, i fall in love with him. And with everyday goes by it only grows bigger and bigger than the day before. The more i try to hide my feelings. The more it becomes obvious . When he confessed his feelings to me that day in the rooftop. I was beyond happy. I couldn’t sleep that day. But I quickly get back to the harsh reality, and remembered the huge gap between us, Victor deserve someone near to his position. Not me, comparing to him i am just a crybaby who rant about submitting reports and dealing with the deadlines every week .

But one day, I don’t know what’s goes inside my brain . I couldn’t even control my own body. When i found out that Victor would go to the awards banquet with another woman, I stopped thinking and I couldn’t care less about how weird i am behaving with my colleagues . In that night , i saw victor leaving the fancy banquet hall with another woman.

She looks way more mature and wiser than me. To put it in simple words she has everything i lack, and to my unfortunate luck. She does everything way better than me . And tonight , I witnessed My heart sinking in the ground. Its like i just got drenched in icy cold water in this snowy weather . I drank Alot . Wine, whiskey and even brandy . I couldn’t even recognize the bitterness in them . I just drink to be numb and ease my heart.

When the banquet came to an end ..

“ you two can head home first, its late . The weather is pretty today so i just want to walk and be alone for some time “ I spoke with a shaky voice tone, then left after grabbing my hand bag from the table.

“ whats wrong with our boss? She’s has been acting weird these few days especially today” Kiki spoke to anna.

Anna were worried as well , she just shrugs in confusion replying to kikis question.

“ i have never seen her like that before!” Anna added

“ it’s dangerous to let her be alone !, we can’t just leave her there! “ kiki said

“ she wanted time to get her self together, I think its very inappropriate for us to interrupt her wishes . * she smiled * Don’t worry minor would keep his eyes on her from afar “ Anna said while patting Kiki s shoulder gently to comfort her .

After leaving them. i rushed to the back beautiful garden to try and process everything happened tonight , the scenery were amazing but I couldn’t focus and appreciate it , I started regretting what i did, I shouldn’t push him away acting dumb and slow from the beginning. I love him more than anything, I admit i am very jealous and I don’t know how to deal with it because its my first time feeling this way about someone. I have never wanted someone as much I do for Victor.

These feelings were so exhausting to bear alone ,I was so hopeless that i even shared my story anonymously in tumbler with people but everyone advised me to stay away and forget about him for endless reasons. Yeah, they were right. But..

I also can’t… I CANT STOP LOVING HIM AND GIVE UP ON THIS . people wont have mercy on us and our relationship since we are a boss and worker in love but now seeing this . Realizing I might lose him forever. I don’t care, seeing him taking care of a random woman and accompanying her in the banquet really make me rethink about everything and even that thoughtful decision i took and was so confident about . I decided to head to the parking section for cars to follow them. I started running like crazy .

“GOD PLEASE PLEASE LET ME MAKE IT , PLEASE DONT LET THEM LEAVE TOGETHER ! . PLEASE.. I CANT LOSE HIM THIS TIME” i said begging .

I can lose anything and everything, but not him. I can’t lose Victor!

Because no one loved me like he did And I can’t imagine falling in love again with a different man.

Suddenly my foot slipped and i fall.

The expensive pair of high heel that i brought got ruined too. One of them broke But I couldn’t stop here! Im still in the middle of the way . My legs started be numb and it hurt a little because these shoes were new too , But I didn’t care, I can’t lose the path that can lead me to them! I still have to find Victor!

When i reached to the cars parking space , I couldn’t find them…

My nose suddenly started to burn and my eyes started sweating?, i decided to go back inside the banquet and sit . I couldn’t find chair there so I went to sit the corner on the stairs like a lost child. I started to cry heartily like a baby who lost her parents . But for me comparing to the baby I lost everything, I lost Victor..

My body is shaking and I couldn’t stop the thoughts in my mind. My mind went wild and started to even imagining how they would look together in the church . Kissing each other passionately after announcing them as a husband and wife. My heart suddenly started to beat so fast and I began to struggle breathing , while sobbing quietly.

Suddenly i felt a warm coat landed on my head, shoulders and has familiar manly scent ..

my face were swallowed, especially my eyes and nose. I was slow to react and realizing that this coat belongs to him…. And only him. Victor..

I felt strange feeling , i was happy and relieved that i was able to meet him again.. and that happiness give me strange feelings in my tummy . I believe that’s what they call “butterflies in the stomach” , I felt really warm. I don’t think it’s because of that coat. But him. Who give them his scent and body temperature

“ * sigh helplessly at the view* Dummy.. what are you doing here in this condition ? Don’t you know it’s dangerous area, especially in this hour? What if someone came for you ? Or even decided to kidnap you ,taking you away ? What are going to do? I searched everywhere for you and I couldn’t find you its like you weren’t in this earth from the beginning , WHERE THE HECK YOU WERE??? ………. But most importantly are you okay? Did something happen?……… Duckie , are you crying? “

my eyes couldn’t stop the tears from coming out when he were talking in such an sharp voice, he was really worried so he was furious to see me in such a state alone , but when he noticed that i was crying so hard, sniffing and wiping my eyes his voice turned so soft and calm

he grabbed my hands and hold them between his hands to warm them up

I refused to talk or face him because i wasn’t looking at my best right now, he just kneeled down to my level like prince charming and looked at me, he noticed how swallowed and red my face are.. he reached with his hands to hold my cheeks while massaging my under eyes

“ do they hurt A lot? “ he said quietly ,

I nodded while looking in the ground, my eyes fell upon his shoes trying to avoid his glare.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine too. Lets go home first … its getting late” he said..

I nodded because i was too tired to reply using sentences . I stand and remembered my broken heels and slightly injured foot.

Before I could explain, Victor carried me bridal style , I didn’t needed to explain anything. I felt warm , safe and happy, that I forget that I’m being held between his arms . I gave up to the warm sensation and fall asleep.

Victor put me in his car gently , wrapping my body with his big coat then went to grab hot tea and body warmers from the super market near by.

i took some time to wake up, when i wake up i was still in his car , the car was really warm. I didn’t find Victor on the driver seat so i looked outside.

i saw him tapping on his tablet working and answering calls . I also noticed that we’re near the sea and its 12am . I took my time appreciating the view , then i knocked at the window. Victor saw me and returned to the car.

“ you wake up, how do you feel now ? “ he asked with a soft voice

“ i am better now , sorry for making a scene back there. I was really upset about something so i was drunk , angry and upset thats why I decided to be alone , sorry i worried you and caused you trouble “i said while looking into his eyes.

“ dummy… And why did you drink? “ he said angrily ..

“ please don’t be mad i was just so upset, can’t you just allow me to drink only this time?” I said

“ yes, i am angry at you… but also glad to see you safe and better. After all , i can’t ask for more from dummy like you” victor said then poked the tip of my nose lightly with his fingers , after that he patted my head gently, smiling at me .

“ its late, let’s head home” he said

After few minutes driving i realized that we are in different path and its unfamiliar to me.

“ where are we going “ i asked hesitantly ..

“ to My home” he said

“ to your home??”

“Well, only if your apartment was nearby like my home. Its late already, just sleep tonight in my house” he said calmly

I nodded in agreement.

After few minutes we arrived.

Victor opened the door for me , i entered inside . His home was big but also felt so warm and cozy . Victor turned to face me “ go and take a hot shower, then dry your hair. Don’t get cold. I asked them to prepare you clothes. If you need anything ask me “ he said

i went to the room. It was big as expected and has a fancy bathtub. After i finished showering and preparing for bed. When i was about to head to sleep, I suddenly heard knocks on my door .

“Get in “ i said

The door was opened and it was victor, he was wearing his classic black pjs

“ as expected, you didn’t even dry your hair yet you headed to sleep anyways“ he said..

“What if you get cold?” He added

He went to grab a hairdryer from the drawer . Then turned to face me

“ come here” he said

I understand what he want so i sit and give him my back. He started to dry my hair, touching my hair so gently. After he finished drying my hair he took a hair tie and started to tie my hair.

“ there’s something I wanted to say to you” he said

“ hmm? “ I replied

“ i will get to the point “ he said

“ I might not know what exactly that got you so bothered like that , but you must know that there are a lot of circumstances in the world that are out of our control. The causes and reasons behind every circumstance is complicated. In a world where it’s impossible to know everything, it’s normal that we experience things we cannot understand and find difficult to accept. Even so, we have to accept it. There are many ways to accept it. Crying is also one of them. However, only for one night. ( he took my hand that was planning on reaching my face)…. And don’t rub your eyes, it will be better if you leave it and take a good sleep “ he added .

After leaving, he leaned to kiss my head .

“ good night “ he said

“ wait! “ i said

His eyes locked into mine , waiting for me to say what I want to say.

“ why did you went to the banquet, with her? “ i couldn’t stop my curiosity so i asked him .

He chuckled quietly then pinned my chin forcing me to look at him..

“ you jealous? “ he said

A bold idea came up to me ,

“Yes..i am! “ I didn’t wasted time and answered his question seriously.

He was frozen in his place , stopped chuckling and has a surprised face expression .

I gathered all my courage to say the three most difficult words ..

“ i love you victor! “ i said , while looking into his face..

then reached to his face and give him a quick peck on his lips ..

“ don’t make me feel this way again, I hate it !“ i said and then went for another kiss . But He didn’t kiss me back , still surprised by my bold move.

“ when i saw how you looked to her when she was talking to you . You were smiling while and looking into her eyes , I wondered if you ever started to lose your feelings towards me , i was really scared of losing you.. i even started to imagine how you would look in your groom suit .. standing beside her in front of everyone… i was so scared “ my voice cracked at the end.. i felt the tears forming in my eyes

“ I really… really don’t want to lose you . I did my research about her, She won countless times and even has the f-“ my speech were cut off with his hot kiss .

He closed his eyes and rested his one hand on the back of my head and the other on my neck.

He pulled his lips away from mine when he noticed how i was struggling to breathe.

“ … you talk too much” he said while maintaining his sharp eyes on me.

“Since when you had these thoughts on that little brain of yours? Instead of using it on useless things, apply this effort and worry about your unfinished weekly report instead. You thought I haven’t noticed how distracted you were ?“ Victor said.

“ relax dummy , Lili is just an older sister to me. She asked if i can company her since her husband on business trip outside china. Lili is busy in work but also dealing with three kids at the same time. I was just helping her manage the deal she had with SJ company , you don’t have to worry that little head of yours on such matters “ victor added.

“ Duckie, i searched for you, and luckily after 10017 years i was able to meet you again. The little head of yours could never imagine how bad I wanted to see that silly smile of yours again. I waited for so long , and you better make it up to me. In other words , Be mine” victor said , while holding my left cheek and went for another breathless kiss ..

“ i —-love —-you——-, Dummy “ he said between his kisses ..

“ don’t close your eyes, look at me when iam talking to you. You know that i love when you’re bold with me, right?” he said smiling at me then slightly biting my lower lip ..

“I was so happy when i met you, in the end of the banquet . I thought you went with her“ i said while having a big silly smile on my face

“ There is only one thing you should be happy about……. It has always been you and only you” he said while looking at my eyes and holding my hot blushing cheeks in his big hand .

After making out sessions for straight two hours , he lay me down on the bed pulling the quilt over my body.

“ go to sleep, and NEVER think about theses useless matters . if you want to ask me something Just ask me directly ... Goodnight dummy” he said ..

“Good night” i replied softly

He smiled then give me a final forehead kiss and went outside the room after dimming the lights ..

In the next day i went to LFG to submit my weekly report , suddenly i received a call from Kiki

“ boss, i made a surprise for you!! you are going to thank me for it . Don’t overthink about it, and just enjoy the surprise” she said while giggling in mischievous manner.

She closed the call, i was nervous and curious at the same time but I didn’t pay much attention on that because I didn’t have much time left, i have weekly report to submit! . I hurried to victors office and luckily I arrived on time but I found my secret love letters has been opened on victors office already and he had one of them on his hand , taking his time reading it while drinking his coffee ..

he noticed me standing near the door , surprised and embarrassed . Victor smirked in anticipation

“ You have a lot of explainings to do , Producer Duckie “ he said while giving me smirky face

what a Great start to my day.

The End

Thank you for reading, see you next time!

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Victor

It happened to be one of LFG’s top executives, who’d attended a conference regarding the annual financial reports

These type of things didn’t concern you, but if Victor hadn’t promised you a dinner date afterwards, you wouldn’t have been waiting in the lobby until the meeting wrapped up.

A swarm of finely dressed businessmen flooded the exit of the conference room—led by none other than the man you were waiting for; marching forward with so much dignity and authority, no one in their right mind could mistake this man as anything besides the CEO.

You raised your hand to wave him over, only to lower it slowly when you realized he was already in deep conversation with someone (other than Goldman).

Goldman was trying his best to keep up with the duo, furiously scratching notes.

The third man was someone that blended in with the environment perfectly—tailored suit, sleek shoes that glimmered with every step, and a handsome face to top it all off (obviously not as handsome as Vic’s but a close second)

It seemed Victor was already aware of your presence because he’s begun to walk towards your exact direction, both Goldman and the stranger following suit.

Goldman is the first to give you a meek greeting, but says nothing more. The conversation reaches a lull as soon all three men have reached you.

“We’ll discuss this in greater depth at the next briefing, but for now, I believe I’m needed elsewhere.”

He makes a subtle gesture towards you, catching the attention of both men—especially the stranger who does a quick double-take when he glances at you.

The stranger’s gaze flitters between you and Victor before landing on you with an out-stretched hand.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before.”

The attractive smile on his face is anything but welcoming. In fact, it puts you off a bit, but you return the gesture anyway

“Ah! I don’t actually work—”

Victor cuts you off swiftly, saving you from the embarrassment of explaining your position.

“MC is the president of a production company LFG is currently funding.“

Remembrance flickers in the man’s eyes. “That must mean you’re the producer of Miracle Finder!”

Before you can say anything more, he takes your hand in his and grins.

“I’ve been a fanatic of your show since I was young—you have no idea how much it means to finally meet you.”

He pauses briefly, taking a few seconds to stare at your more intensely than earlier, before adding: “I didn’t realize the producer of Miracle Finder was such a beautiful, young woman.”

Though you don’t see it, because the stranger has practically blocked Victor from your view—your boyfriend’s perpetually stone-cold expression has hardened into displeasure and annoyance.

And Goldman is looking nervous as fuck.

To say the man’s comments and enthusiasm are uncomfortable is an understatement, but you can’t seem to do more than politely continue to shake his hand and smile.

You almost say something before an arm snakes around your waist and tugs you to Victor’s side.

The sheer strength of his grip gives you absolutely no reason to question his sudden movements.

“And this ‘beautiful woman’ and I were just about to head out for dinner together.”

Victor’s voice dips an octave deeper as it leans close to your ear:

“Weren’t we, MC?”

The blush in your face practically speaks for itself—you nod slowly before Victor calls over his shoulder.

“Goldman, cancel the rest of the today’s agenda.” He gives your side a little squeeze, before dipping down to press a sound kiss to your lips.

“I intend on spending the rest of my day with my partner.”

And suddenly, the two of you are stalking past Goldmab and the executive without another word—thoroughly stomping on the man’s pride along the way.

You don’t need to see it for yourself to know the color has drained from every inch of the his face and he’ll probably be standing in place for a long while...

But a certain something about Victor’s actions felt empowering—the satisfaction that you managed to make one of the most powerful men in the country jealous.

Rather than feel embarrassed, you revel in the sweet feeling and lean into his grasp with every intention to fulfill your boyfriend’s wish of spending the day with you.

Lucien

Whenever jealousy entered the equation, it was typically you who was feeling jealous over the fact that your boyfriend was a natural chick-magnet.

This was the first instance it had ever gone differently, though.

You didn’t care much for his lectures nor the students that attended—you fell asleep more often than you cared to admit and hoped he wouldn’t mind.

Maybe it was your appearance or clothing that had somehow fooled the red headed student beside into thinking you were also a student because he immediately takes that impression after seeing you for the first time.

You had felt a heavy gaze on you during the entire lecture—no doubt coming from the student beside you.

Towards the end of the lecture, just as Lucien was beginning to wrap up, you felt someone tap your arm with a pen.

You turned towards the source of the tapping to find that very student staring back at you fondly.

He slides a tiny piece of paper in your direction, containing a row of digits that spoke for itself.

Instead of accepting his number, you shook your head gently as to say ‘no, sorry’

And you think he’s understood, nodding to himself with a thin smile before taking back the paper. His gaze returns to the front of the room and says nothing more for the rest of the lecture.

6 o’ clock strikes and students begin to file out. You lose track of Lucien amongst the crowd, and rise up from your seat to look for him when an unfamiliar grip pulls you back.

“I haven’t seen you around campus before—are you a student?”

The arm belongs to the redheaded student. You meet his smiling gaze, to find that it feels so much colder than before.

“Ah, I’m sorry, but I’m in a bit of a rush...”

The smile on the student’s face is replaced with an impatient frown before he pulls out the same piece of paper from before.

“Aw, don’t be like that—what’s it gonna take to get a pretty girl’s number?”

You’re almost about to pull your arm back before a third voice interjects:

“For your information, Mr. Lee—she happens to be taken.”

Both you and the student turn to find Lucien observing the situation a few aisles away—but even distance cannot conceal the coldness in his gaze when it flickers towards the redhead: ‘Mr. Lee’

You’re stunned silent by how quickly Lucien makes it to your side, pulling you back himself before snaking a protective arm around your waist.

“I’d appreciate it if you’d refrain from touching my girlfriend—unless you’d rather have campus security interrupt next time.”

If the atmosphere hadn’t been so tense, you would’ve laughed at the expression on the student’s face the moment he made the connection between you and Lucien.

Pure, unadulterated shock and embarrassment.

The glimmer of superiority and danger in Lucien’s gaze juxtaposes the smile on his face as he stares the student down until he leaves the lecture hall entirely.

You breathe a sigh of relief and allow Lucien to walk you out afterwards—just before he pauses by a trash bin to discard of a familiar piece of paper.

As the paper glides to the bottom of the bin, Lucien’s grip on your waist tightens before he whispers something by your ear.

“I realized he was moving on you from the very beginning... If I could help it, butterfly, he’d never have the chance to lay a single finger on you.”

Kiro

You learned to live with Kiro’s favor in the public eye—which came with a barrage of fan girls and thirst tweets that used to bother you in the beginning of you and his’ relationship.

But you were long past that jealousy and learned to even take pride in your boyfriend’s popularity.

Kiro’s label arranged for a collaboration between him and another popular singer that you happened to be a fan of.

You were excited when Kiro first told you the news and begged him to bring you along to the recording studio for a chance to meet the star in person.

Unfortunately—Kiro would soon come to regret this decision as soon as the star seemed to be taking interest in you.

Besides Savin and Kiro’s execs, the nature of you and his’ relationship was relatively clandestine.

It was only expected that the star would also be under the impression the two of you were nothing but business partners.

The star was mostly laid-back and pleasant. But even after the starry-eyed pleasantries and introductions, he couldn’t seem to focus on anything but you.

“It’s pretty inspiring that you’re running a whole production company by yourself.”

You smile timidly as the star stared at you fondly—and all the while, Kiro is mentally seething.

Who the fuck gave pretty-boy the permission to talk to his girlfriend like that? And why’d you seem to be enjoying his company so much?

The final straw is the moment he dips down to whisper something in your ear, but the telltale pink in your face afterwards suggests that it was much more than friendly..

He steps out of the room to compose himself and grab a bottle of water, but when he returns, he’s greeted with the sore sight of the star’s arm around you shoulders.

“Do you happen to be seeing anyone? I doubt anyone as gorgeous as you is still single...”

The unease in your expression is a far-cry from all the excitement it held earlier. You seem to be tripping over words to tell this man that you’re actually very taken without revealing your relationship with Kiro.

And luckily—you don’t need to struggle any longer, because a hopeful hand smacks away the one currently violating your personal space.

“—And too bad she isn’t!”

You’re instantly thrust into Kiro’s embrace, who wraps you safe in his arms. You peer up at his face to find his pupils constricting dangerously and a deep-set frown on his face.

“It’s dangerous to mess with another guy’s girl, so don’t let me catch you touching her again.”

Surprise and irritation is written all over the other man’s face as his gaze flitters between you and Kiro.

He finally lets out a dry laugh and raises his hand in defense.

“Hey man, look—”

Without giving him another second to speak, Kiro turns towards you with a bright grin.

“We have a couple hours before recording starts—how about grabbing a bite before, yeah?”

He pulls you out the studio, slamming the door shut with a bang that resonates throughout the empty corridor—effectively cutting all the previous tension and giving you a chance to feel at ease once more.

Gavin

Birdcop never thought he’d feel jealous over a simple exchange between you and the guy working the counter at clothes store the two of you were currently in.

But there he was!

Originally, he’d offered to drive you to the mall so you could pick up a few outfits—but upon endless insistence, he wound up accompanying you the entire day.

With a heap of clothing in his arms (because of course he offered to carry all of your bags), and you holding nothing but your purse and a drink—the two of you made way to the register to check-out everything.

The only person working was a tall, smiley man that brightened up upon seeing you. He only turned to look towards Gavin once before focusing on you for the rest of the checkout

“Hi. Will this be everything today?”

You smiled and nodded before beginning to open your wallet.

Though you didn’t see it but Gav sure did, the cashier was sneaking in glances at you every so often as he scanned each article of clothing with a smile that was beginning to look anything but pleasant.

He watched the way the stranger’s eyes raked every inch of your appearance, taking advantage of your obliviousness as you searched for your card.

“Ah, this will definitely look great on you! Oh, this too...I believe we just received a shipment of this yesterday...I think I have a couple extra discounts for you!”

You giggled at his attempt to spur conversation until the cashier finally turned towards Gavin—who, all the while, watched the scene play out with a clenched jaw and urge to punch the guy.

“...This your brother?”

oop—

You paused awkwardly and almost corrected him before Gavin slung an arm around your shoulder.

“Nah—her boyfriend.”

The atmosphere turned icy in an instant. Even the cashier’s movements had stilled as the seemingly-perpetual smile on his face became sheepish.

With his free hand, Gavin fished for his own credit card before laying it flat on the counter.

“I’ll pay—and we won’t be needing any discounts.”

The cashier’s shaky movements, along with Gavin’s cold gaze that seemed to be telling the man ‘hurry the fuck up’—you wanted to shrink away from the whole situation and the awkwardness of it all, but a small part of you found it a littleee funny.

The man had finished scanning and bagging everything in the blink of an eye, shoving them in your direction with a mumbly “have a nice day”.

Gavin grabbed all the bags in one swoop without so much as glancing at the cashier, who was already looking anxiously for the next customer.

You scolded Gavin lightly after the two of you had left the store, to which he responded with a defensive: “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you!”

You rolled your eyes and continued to walk with him before mumbling,

“You should’ve at least accepted the discount...”

Shaw

It was a sleazy fucker at the club who thought his comments were actually piquing your interest.

You had to admit that you dolled up a little extra when Shaw invited you out dancing—so you should’ve expected that your boyfriend’s eyes wouldn’t be the only pair on you that night.

He left you on the floor to grab a couple drinks, and the high-energy of the club was beginning to tire you out, so you left to find a place to sit.

There were two empty seats by the bar counter—originally meant for you and Shaw, but it didn’t take long until a stranger swept in to take the seat instead.

His sudden presence caught you off guard, but before you could say anything about the seat being reserved—he shot a grin in your direction.

“Did you come alone, beautiful?”

The way the stranger’s eyes scrutinized your figure put you off immediately.

“Actually, no, but I was saving that seat for someone...”

“If it’s for your friend, then I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I stole you away for a little.”

The man’s voice lowered slightly, and the sparkle in his gaze spoke for itself.

“Don’t worry, I won’t take long—just saw you dancing earlier and just wanted to say how great you looked...”

A beer bottle slammed by your side before you felt a familiar presence intrude upon you and the stranger.

“It was fucking hot, wasn’t it?”

Tendrils of lavender hair and a piercing, gold gaze caught your eye as soon as Shaw shoved himself between you and the man.

“I was actually just about to tell my girlfriend how good she looked as well.”

You hardly have a second to react before Shaw’s lips crash into yours—earning not only the surprise of the man, but the gaze of several onlookers.

But he didn’t care. Shaw kept on kissing you; thoroughly ravaging every region of your mouth with his tongue—saliva dribbling and teeth clicking until you felt yourself becoming dizzy—as though Shaw were trying to subdue you.

in reality, it was all an attempt to tell the bastard “fuck off my girlfriend”.

He peered over his shoulder while kissing you, making sure the man was long gone before pulling you out of the passionate frenzy.

You were surprised to find that the man was no where to be seen, but Shaw was smiling to himself—adjusting the collar of his leather jacket before downing his drink.

While settling into the barstool by yours, he took quick notice of your wincing as you lightly touched the bite marks on your lips.

You still seem dazed and so thoroughly kissed, he’s honestly pretty impressed with his work.

Clicking his tongue, Shaw leans on the back of his chair before slinging an arm over your shoulder and pressing a sound kiss to your cheek.

“Sorry, doll. But I didn’t want that fucker getting any ideas.”

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[yourssinfullyquiche]

My One and Only

My first ever tumblr post!!! Gosh, I'm so excited and it's all thanks to @playheej encouraging me and helping me set up step by step! Thank you so much!!

This ficlet was based on the song My Love, My Life from Mamma Mia! I attached the link, if anyone wants to read while listening to it.

Gavin x F! reader (You)

Word count: 1074

Beta: Quiche and the wonderful @playheej

Warning: This post will consume you with its fluffy sweetness with hints of bitter and spicy notes leaving you hungry for more!😈

Hope you enjoy!

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“Babe, sing that song”, Gavin turned to face you on your lap with a gentle smile on his face. You were relishing in the comfort of your fingers running through his soft chestnut hair and felt annoyed at the sudden disappearance, but quickly discarded that feeling when you met his gorgeous face.

“What song?”, you said while brushing his bangs out of his face and caressing his cheeks, earning a soft hum in response. “You know, the one you always sing, especially in the bathroom”, Gavin chuckled when he saw your embarrassed face.

You cupped your face and peeked a little to observe him—he had this innocent glint in his eyes coupled with a boyish look which you’ve always loved. So you had to fulfill his wish but you were not going to do it that willingly. You wanted to have a bit of fun playing with him.

“Which one? I sing a lot. Try singing it for me, maybe I can remember it”, you feigned, trying to keep a straight face and hoped he would not see through you. He was deep in thought, probably trying to find out the best way to present it without sounding goofy. Despite being your fiancé and singing for you many times, he still feels shy about it, but you love that about him—it’s so adorable and you were determined to pretend until he sings. You need to apply that same determination to finishing your unattended proposal, your mind chided. You involuntarily let out an exasperated huff just thinking about your remaining work which caught Gavin’s attention.

“Are you thinking about work? Got tons to do?”, he sympathetically asked while tucking a few stubborn strands of hair behind your ear. “No, it’s okay that can wait. So which song is it?” He instantly blushed but resolutely started humming a faint melody. Wow he must really want you to sing that song. You knew he loved that song but you wanted him to sing it so you pretended that you couldn’t hear and suggested adding lyrics. He insisted on humming it and finally caught up with your shenanigans after your countless urgings to sing it.

“But I really don’t know!”

“Don’t lie”, he said pretending to be vexed while turning away from you.

“Suit yourself, I won’t sing it then”, you teased. He immediately turned and gave you his infamous puppy face much like Puss in Shrek. You have to admit, his puppy face is his most trusted weapon to render you vulnerable, especially those stunning golden eyes—you would gladly drown in them—but you were not going to lose this! In fact you were more determined to make him sing.

“That look isn’t going to help you because I don’t know which song it is. If you’re not going to tell me, I really need to work on my proposal now”. This would surely give him the push, you slyly remarked to yourself, and true enough he gripped your legs, preventing you from getting up. You giggled when he scrunched up his face at you and forced himself to start singing. He gently started singing, imbuing the room with his dulcet tones—his voice, sweet as sugar:

“Like an image passing by, my love, my life

In the mirror of your eyes, my love, my life

I can see it all so clearly

All I love so dearly...”

You sighed, closing your eyes and enjoying his voice, not realising that he stopped singing until he lightly poked your cheek.

“Go on. Why did you stop?”

“I want you to sing it,” he murmured.

Oh well, at least you had a momentary amusement of teasing him.

You started singing the song while slowly stroking the outline of his handsome features, loving the glow in his eyes anticipating his favourite part of the song. You stopped at his thin lips, tracing them; wondering how this man continued to love you even after years of separation, desperately waiting for a chance to reunite with you; and when he did, his aloof behaviour concealed his deep emotions—afraid of reigniting the flame in his heart; afraid of falling deeper than he already has—afraid of being hurt again and not ever recovering from this blazing emotion -

“Yes, I know I don't possess you

With all my heart, God bless you

You are still my love and my life

You're my one and only”

You leaned in closer, anticipating his faded peachy lips against yours, wanting to ease his painful journey with the same amount of emotions yet not gainsay them; so you kissed his lips tenderly, hoping he could feel your overflowing contradicting emotions of love, joy, desire, admiration and contrite while savouring the warmth that only he could provide to rekindle your hope for life. An epiphany struck you—you knew why he adored those four lines; it’s because those four lines encapsulated his fiery feelings for you which might seem reticent to others—you trembled slightly when he pulled your head closer, turning his own to further deepen the kiss, craving for that burning heat which you responded with equal vigor; needing him to understand your own aching love for him. After what felt like mere seconds, both of you were forced to part from the steamy kiss for the lack of oxygen. Panting, you stared at his lips, flushed and blooming almost swollen from the intensity of the kiss; his face was no different—cheeks and ears dusted with rouge. You wanted to imprint his inhibited state in your mind but secretly realised that there were many moments like this to come.

“You’re my one and only,” catching him off guard with a chaste peck to his temple causing his cheeks to redden more.

“I love you too,” he smiled; that one and only smile which he reserves for you; while planting a light kiss on your ring.

“I have something important to tell you,” your tone lowering an octave which earned an intense observation from your fiancé.

You bent closer to his ears and whispered mischievously; “I did lie. I knew what song you were referring to from the beginning.” You couldn’t stop laughing when Gavin gave you that betrayed look. In a heartbeat, your back was against the rug with him straddling your hips.

“Since when did my girl learn how to lie? A lie this severe requires punishment,” he seductively purred in your ears.

“Well, I am rather fond of your punishments, Officer...”

Delve into my world

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[ontowanderlust]

heyo:) i saw ur Victor ficlet and i decided to submit one^^

so if it isnt any trouble- would vic + cuddle (comfort) be okay? thank you<33

Cuddle., v.

The house is quiet. Too quiet.

Victor's eyes narrowed suspiciously as he placed his shoes neatly near those pair of shoes she favored to use for work.

Ever since she started living with him, he had started coming home to sounds of ruckus that can be heard even in the garage.

So for him to come home to a silent home means two things: either she pulled an overtime- which is unlikely since she would definitely let him know about her schedule for the entire day or...she's sleeping which is quite early even for his standard.

He won't admit it but a flash of dread and panic rushed through him as he picked up his pace, searching the rooms she frequent in, his emotions flaring when he couldn't find his beloved. He was this short to calling Goldman when he finally found her buried in numerous duvet, curled up in a fetal position on the cold hard floor of the balcony outside of their shared room.

This dummy, he shook his head at the sight, calming himself inwardly before he decided to let her know of his presence. He had half a mind to chide her, to scold her for letting him think of the worst situation, deciding against it as he watched her unmoving figure.

Letting out a small sigh, he shrugged off his blazer and loosened his tie as he walked over to where she is, unceremoniously sitting on the floor just next to her.

Together, they reveled in the silence between them. If there's anything he is known for-aside from his sharp tongue, it was his patience especially for her and so he waited until he felt her scooting over him, cutting the distance between them, him reaching over when she's just an arm's length from him, gently scooping her over to his lap- not caring if it's a bit uncomfortable nor cold because all he cared about was her and her well-being.

"Do you want to talk about it?" his voice was uncharacteristically soft and gentle- a tone he only used for her and her alone, his arm reflexively wrapping around her, his hand stroking over her duvet covered head.

She let out a small hum, shaking her head as she shifted to a more comfortable position, snuggling her head to his chest while he let out a small hum of his own.

He won't admit it but there are some things she does that leaves him baffled and confused and while he is not used to doing things such as comforting and cuddling especially on a hard floor, if it's for her, he would try.

"Je n'aime que trois choses," he began, knowing how much she adored his voice- much more if he speaks French. "Le Soleil, La Lune, et Toi."

He looked down, watching her as he recited the poem, hoping he could convey what he felt for her, hoping he could give her the comfort she needed.

And when he finally saw her close her eyes, he let out the breath he's holding, pulling her closer as he dropped a small kiss on top of her head.

“Je n'aime que trois choses,” he whispered. “Le Soleil, La Lune et Toi...pour toujours.”

Okay. I’m definitely okay. So... just a bit of fun fact: the poem Victor was reciting was a poem I did uh...months back. Not to shamelessly promote that poem but see, when I saw your prompt I was like... heeeeey this one could work with the prompt! So I shamelessly used it and well, if anyone’s French, please let me know if it’s grammatically correct. I’m still trying to learn French through duolingo so yep. lmao. 

I hope you like this one! I’m just uwu-ing the entire time I was writing this. 

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[timelessduet]

For Victor: 3rd Entry

Happiest Birthday to you, CEO Victor.

Lifetime

If there was one thing people wouldn’t get tired asking Victor these days… it was his personal life. He tries his best to remain stoic whenever the topic arises but of course, he can’t help but feel annoyed and offended.

It was one thing that people were curious about LFG’s bachelor CEO, but poking into his private matters was a different matter altogether.

LFG employees knew from the very start their CEO had no time for relationships. Although Goldman wants his boss to be successful in the field of love as well, as they say people can’t have everything.

Goldman: Boss, I was asked by G Company if you would be available next week from dates 11 to 13. You don’t have plans on the other days but 13 is your birthday. Will you be having any plans?

Ever since becoming Victor’s secretary, Goldman knew his boss considered his birthday as any other day. At times, he can’t help but feel sad since this was probably because work has always been his priority.

Victor: Have the meeting moved earlier so I'll be back by the 13th.

Goldman: Boss?!

Goldman couldn’t believe what he just heard. CEO Victor has plans for his birthday this year? Is this a miracle? The heavens has probably heard his plea for the single workaholic boss.

Victor: Did you not hear what I just said, Goldman?

Goldman: No, Sir. I’ve heard clearly. I’ll inform G Company to have the meeting days set on an earlier date.

Victor: And have my schedule cleared on that day.

Goldman: I’ll do just that, Sir.

Hearing his boss having plans on his birthday was indeed a shock to Goldman.

Victor: Is there anything else?

Goldman: Nothing, Sir. It’s just…

Victor: What is it?

Goldman: Enjoy the day, Sir.

Was it that peculiar for him to celebrate on his birthday? Victor thought as he looked at the retreating back of his secretary. Just as he was going back to reading the company’s monthly report, his phone pinged.

Is CEO Victor busy? Would he mind having lunch together?

Looking at the pile of reports he had to check on, he swiftly replied to the sender.

I have time. Meet me at Souvenir.

MC: Seems like boss is in a good mood today. Is it because it’s almost your birthday?

Victor: You’re definitely hungry seeming as to how you’re spouting such nonsense.

MC: I take it back. Mr. CEO wouldn’t feel excited over his own birthday. He’s so weird.

Victor ignored the girl and placed food on the table.

MC: As expected, LFG’s CEO is the best undercover chef there is in Loveland.

After eating, MC helped in washing the dishes since Victor was the one who cooker. This was an agreement the two of them decided upon ever since he didn’t bill her for the meals in Souvenir.

MC: Do you have any plans on your birthday? Will you be celebrating with your Dad and Auntie?

Victor: They’re currently out of town but they already sent their regards. And like you’ve said I’m not one to be excited over aging another year.

Realizing his answer, MC cannot help pouting. Victor was teasing her again.

MC: So CEO Victor has no plans or work? Does he mind celebrating with me?

Victor: I think a certain dummy already knows the answer to that.

Although Victor wasn’t comfortable when the public insistently pried unto his personal matters, he was very open to his family. This includes the girl he always held dear to his heart.

Up until this moment, everyone knows how he never really celebrates any kinds of occasion. Whether it was his birthday, Christmas, or even new year, it was just another day for him. Rather than celebrating it, there were far more better things to do. He was a busy man after all.

Until she came.

The girl who persistently wanted to celebrate with him whenever possible. At first, he found it tedious. Victor wasn’t exactly thrilled to suddenly have these changes in his life.

Except now, he unconsciously looked forward to the upcoming festivities no matter how big or small it was.

As time went by, his happiness only grew. And his heart... was filled with love.

Just like when he celebrated with his parents as a child, Victor anticipated the day he was born into this world. A day which was once any other day to him.

MC: Happy Birthday, Victor! I know you don’t enjoy blowing candles but at least make a wish for yourself this year.

The girl said pleadingly as she held the cake in front of him. Seeing how MC looked at him, Victor blew the candle before ruffling the girl’s hair.

Victor: Dummy. Stop worrying about my birthday wish. Put the cake down and let’s eat.

MC: Meanie. It took me ages to fix my hair for today. But wait… did you wish for anything? You blew the candle so fast.

Victor: There’s no need. It has already been granted a long time ago.

I never wished for anything before. Victor silently thought as he looked at the girl who he knew wanted to know his wish.

What could he wish for when she is already in front of him and by his side.

He only wishes that his happiness and love will always be by his side in this lifetime. There is nothing more he would wish for.

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[graffitifactory]

PLAY DATE

Gentle, rough. Calm, wild. Fire, water. Up, down. Sweet, sour.

A strange concoction of opposing flavours, yet those flavours, a lot like the pieces of a scattered mystery, locked into one another perfectly—heavenly in their act, in fact.

And he himself was that mystery, but not quite so: open book, locked doors; brain, heart.

Many were the times she had failed to read him, and many were the moments she had the correct key.

Time with him was a date of youthful cheek, hidden reality and endless depth. It was a time she, in secret, hoped was a play date that would never end.

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