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lia-jones · 2 years

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Resistance - Evol: Chapter 23 - Owen

Author's note: To @ashisbored, who gave me the brilliant idea of writing an Owen-focused chapter. I hope I did it justice. Lots of love to you, my dear.

Also, dear readers, if you haven't read chapter 22 yet, scroll down. This is the second chapter of the week.

Of all the days of the week, Saturday was definitely Owen's favorite. There was always something fun to do on Saturday, and Mom and Dad were always at home, their phones and laptops off and put aside.

When he didn’t have soccer matches, which were always exciting because he got to see his friends and Dad would always take him for ice cream after, he and his family would go to the market and find something tasty to cook for lunch. But there was something that he absolutely loved, that didn’t happen on a Saturday. It made him jump with joy as he put all his ‌schoolbooks into his backpack. The weekly chess game.

“I’m coming.” He ran to the living room, finding his father watching an old movie while holding a glass of whiskey. “I’m here.” He panted, smiling.

“Are you done with homework?” His father looked for the remote, turning off the TV.

“Yes.” He nodded enthusiastically. “I only had an assignment from Mrs. Burton. The rest I did at the hotel.”

“Let’s go then.” His father carefully removed the chess game from the cabinet, careful not to drop the pieces. “I believe yours were the whites?”

“Yes, and it was your turn to play.” Owen sat across from his father at the dining table, the chess game between them.

“If I recall correctly, I was about to get your horse.” His father teased, holding a piece in his hand.

“But you can’t, or I’ll get your bishop.”

“Well done.” His dad smiled. “You are becoming a very interesting adversary.”

“Yeah, Mom’s not really good at it.” They both chuckled.

This was what Owen loved about the chess games. He felt like a true gentleman, just like his father, playing a game of intelligence and strategy as they bantered and teased each other. He felt like the man he wanted to become, all that he could see in the adult in front of him: smart, elegant, strong.

His father paused again, lost in thought. But it was probably not about the game, his eyes weren’t fixed on the board as usual. He was sipping his whiskey again.

“By the way, how is she?”

“Mom?”

Dad cleared his throat, moving his piece to defeat his horse. Owen’s eyes focused on the board again, trying to figure out his father’s plan.

“And your bishop is gone.” Owen removed the black piece from the board.

“Is she doing well?”

“You don’t know?” Owen waited impatiently for his father’s next move.

“She has been busy finishing her thesis. We have little time to talk.”

“Yeah, she’s been staying up late working all week long.”

“How do you know?” His father frowned. “Aren’t you supposed to be in bed sleeping by that time?”

“I woke up thirsty one night.” He shrugged. “It’s your turn.”

Dad turned to the chessboard again, although he didn’t seem as interested anymore. He moved his tower. Owen smiled.

“I’m going to win.”

“What else?”

“What else? I’m getting your tower and putting your king in jeopardy.” Owen moved his tower. “Check.”

“What else about your mother? Is she just working, or is she doing something else?”

“I think she’s taking Krav Maga lessons again. I heard her talking to Levi on the phone.”

His father looked at his watch, drinking the rest of his whiskey.

“Maybe we should put the chess game aside for now and start dinner.” He took the chess board and returned it to its place in the cabinet.

“But I was winning!”

“Check is not a win. You don’t know what tricks I may have up my sleeve. I may still save my King.”

“You’re right.” Owen pouted. “Can we have pasta for dinner?”

“Macaroni and cheese with broccoli?” His father raised a brow.

“Yes!” He beamed. “Can I help?”

“Can you grate the cheese without hurting yourself?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Fair enough. I’ll have you as my sous-chef and evaluate your performance later.”

Owen loved cooking with his father. He had an apron just for him, and his father would always make an italian accent every time they cooked pizza or pasta. Mom would always joke and say he was a mustache away from being a Super Mario, which always made Owen laugh and his father blush, pinching her arm playfully.

And although it was fun to cook with his dad, his mom wasn’t there, so it wasn’t as fun.

“You sound like Super Mario!” Owen teased on his mother’s behalf.

But his father didn’t blush, and he didn’t tease him back. He pursed his lips, turning them into a sad smile.

“It’s better when Mom is around.” Owen pouted a little.

His father turned to the sink to wash the broccoli.

“You’ll see her again tomorrow.” He spoke after a long time.

Owen remembered the time Mina died, and his mother told him that maybe he should not bring it up for a while, because missing someone can hurt very much. So Owen dropped the subject, grating the cheese instead. It was clear Dad was missing Mom too.

“My name is Owen Lee and I live in Loveland. I have already lived in many houses. The first house I lived in was with my biological mother, who died when I was little. Then I moved to the orphanage with Miss Dillon, and she found another house for me, but the lady didn’t like me very much. So I went back to live with Miss Dillon again and the other kids until I found my forever family. So I moved to my Dad’s house in Loveland, a large apartment in a building that even has a caretaker, Mr. Andrews. He gives me candy sometimes. But now, my Mom has become really busy with work, so she needs another place where she can focus, so I have two places to live now. One is the hotel apartment where I live with my mother, and the second is my father’s apartment, where I used to live forever. The end.”

“Very good, Owen, good job.” Mrs. Burton patted his head. “Anyone have any ‌questions to ask Owen?”

“Are your parents divorced?” Jenny raised her hand.

“No, they’re not.” Owen explained. “It is only an experiment, because Mom has a lot of work to do and she needs to focus. It’s only temporary.”

“Is your father very loud?” Michael chimed in.

“No, I don’t think he is.”

“Then why can’t your mother work in the same house as your Dad?”

“Yeah, don’t your parents work at the same company?”

Owen froze, not knowing what to say. He didn’t fully understand the “experiment” his parents were in, he just knew what they had told him.

“Alright, children, maybe we should leave the questions for later and go to recess.” Mrs. Burton intervened. “Go get your snacks from Mr. Linton at the cafeteria and I’ll see you in 30 minutes.”

Owen sat by the cherry tree, absentmindedly turning his apple in his hands. His friends were waving at him from afar, but he didn’t feel in the mood to play soccer. Jenny sat next to him.

“It’s ok if your parents are having a divorce.” She looked at him. “It’s not as bad as it seems. My parents are divorced. Timothy’s parents are divorced too. And Gary’s mom is already married to another man.”

“My parents are not getting divorced.” Owen shook his head. “My mom wouldn’t lie to me. She would tell me if they were.”

“Ok.” Jenny shrugged.

“How is it like?” Owen eyed the girl sideways. What if she was right?

“Well, my mom explained that sometimes adults stop loving each other and they go live different lives. It’s kinda cool, actually. You get two Christmases, and you get a lot more presents. And they spend more time with you, when it’s just you and them.”

Owen let out a sigh of relief. No way Mom and Dad had stopped loving each other. He could see that they missed each other. If they missed each other, it could only mean that they still cared. And as he came to that conclusion, the subject simply slipped his mind.

Mom was the one picking him up from school that day. He almost missed her among the crowd of parents piling up at the school gate. Her curls were gone, and her hair was a little darker.

“Mom!” He threw himself into her arms.

“My little bug, I missed you so dang much!” She picked him up, throwing him in the air. “How was school? I want to know everything about it!”

“Your hair is straight!” He picked up a strand of her now light brown hair.

“Just trying something new.” She smiled. “How do I look?”

“You look beautiful!” He beamed at her. “Dad won’t recognize you when he sees you, you look so different!”

His mother gave him a soft smile, putting him on the ground.

“I thought we could walk home to the hotel today, maybe pick up some takeout on the way.” She took his hand as they started walking. “What do you feel like eating?”

“I had pasta yesterday with Dad. He made the Italian accent.”

“Nice.” His mother chuckled. “So no Italian food today. What else can we have?”

“Hot dogs?”

“Hot dogs are not very healthy, Owen. Can you think of something else you’d like?” She stopped. “Oh, hi, Levi.”

“Hey gorgeous!” Levi was suddenly standing next to them, pulling his mother for a hug. “And hi, little guy, how are you?”

Owen remembered Jenny’s words, and how she had told him Gary’s mom was married to another man now. And then he remembered how his father got the last time they ran into Levi. He immediately hated him.

“Fine.” He answered grumpily.

“Oh, is someone having a bad day?”

“I’m not sure…” Mom looked at him, frowning.

“Anyway, I hope to see you this week.” Levi shook Mom’s shoulder. “You slacked for a while. Your posture needs working on.”

“I’m not sure I can make it this week.” She tried to keep Owen steady as he pulled her arm.

“Is your husband working you hard? Gotta tell Victor you need some me time too.”

Oh, the audacity. Owen just wanted to kick him in the shin.

“I want to go home, Mom.”

“Just a second, Owen. We are on our way.”

“But I want to go NOW!” He screamed.

“Owen!”

“It’s ok, I should go too.” Levi pulled her for another hug. “I do hope to see you at the gym!”

Owen watched Levi leave with a sense of duty fulfilled. He would make sure that guy wouldn’t get near his Mom again.

“Are you ready to explain what happened just now?” His mother turned to him, looking slightly mad.

“I’m sorry I was rude.”

“You were very rude.” She scolded him. “But I’m more interested in why. That’s not like you at all.”

Owen looked downed, feeling ashamed. Yes, he had done the right thing by scaring the other man away, but still he had been impolite. His father would surely had done it differently, elegantly, without getting a scolding in return. He hadn’t been a gentleman at all. Mom walked with him in silence, crossing the park where Owen usually played soccer with Dad. She took him aside to sit on a park bench.

“Did you have a bad day at school? Did someone pick on you?”

“No.” He shook his head, afraid to ask the question.

“Come on, Bug.” Mom stroked his cheek. “Whatever is bothering you, you can tell me.”

“I don’t like staying at the hotel.” He finally confessed, his eyes glued to the ground.

“You don’t like it there? You’d rather stay somewhere else?”

“Why do we have to do an experiment?”

“I told you, Bug. I need a little while to be alone to think and to focus on my thesis.”

“Why can’t you do it at home? I promise I’ll be very quiet, and Dad will be quiet too. We can make the meals and do all the chores and you can just stay in your study and work.”

“Owen…”

“I just want to go home.”

His mother paused, making him look up. She looked sad.

“You want to stay with Dad?”

“No, I want to stay with you and Dad!” He grew frustrated. Why couldn’t she understand him? “I don’t want you to get a divorce.”

Mom blinked at him.

“Where did you hear that?”

“Jenny says adults sometimes stop loving each other, and they go live in separate places. It’s called a divorce. And then we get two Christmases, and sometimes the mother marries another man.”

“I see.” She nodded. “So your reaction with Levi…”

“You’re not marrying him, are you?”

Mom laughed. That made Owen’s heart feel a lot lighter.

“Levi? God, no.”

“You’re not divorcing Dad, are you? Or make me have two Christmases.” He looked her in the eyes, trying to understand what she was feeling. “It’s nothing like that, right?”

She paused.

“No, it’s nothing like that.” She got up from the bench. “And you know what? I actually feel like having hotdogs. As long as we have some soup before.”

“Deal!” Owen jumped. “Can it be carrot soup?”

“Sure, we’ll stop by the grocery store…” She turned to her purse. “Wait, I’m getting a call.” She looked at the phone, slightly confused, answering it. “Victor?”

She listened silently while his father spoke on the other end of the line, her expression turning to a worried one as she looked at him.

“I’m sorry, buddy.” She gave him a sad smile. “It looks like we’re not having hot dogs after all.”

“How do you want to do this?” Dad held the cardboard box.

Owen held his mother’s hand.

“We make a hole in the ground and we bury him.” Owen said. “Did you bring some candles?”

“I did!” His mother took some small candles from her purse.

His father took the small gardening tool, digging a shallow hole and inserting the cardboard box in it.

“Do you want to cover it?” He turned to Owen.

“Yes.” Owen kneeled on the ground. “Mom, light the candles, please.”

He covered the box with dirt, and Mom lit two small candles, placing them next to Mr. Lobster's burial place.

“He lived a good life.” She smiled at Owen. “He was a happy lobster.”

“Do you want to say any last words?” Dad spoke as he wiped off the dirt of his hands.

“Yes.” Owen closed his eyes, feeling the solemness of the moment. “Mr. Lobster, when I first came home, you were my very best friend. You couldn’t say anything back, because lobsters can’t talk, but I know you listened. And while I was still getting to know Mom and Dad, you made me feel less alone. I don’t know if God has a heaven just for lobsters, but I hope He does. And if He does, I’m sure you are there. Thank you for being such a good friend, I will miss you.”

Owen heard a sniffle behind him. Mom and Dad were tearing up.

“It’s ok.” He smiled. “I’ll miss him, but he had a good life. And I’m pretty sure lobster heaven exists.”

Owen was sad, but he knew that most of all, it was important for him to be strong. He wanted his parents to be proud of him and not to worry. They looked so sad already, even before Mr. Lobster died. He wanted them to be happy.

“What do you feel like doing now, Bug?” Mom kissed his forehead. “Should we get home?”

“Can we still go for hot dogs?”

“Of course we can.” She smiled, offering her hand for Owen to take. “There’s a place on the way home. Go kiss Dad goodbye.”

“Can he come too?”

Another pause. Mom and Dad glanced at each other, using that silent language only they knew, and Owen couldn’t understand. After a while, Mom spoke.

“Sure he can.” She smiled. “Would you like to go with us for hot dogs?”

“It will be my treat, then.” He motioned them to follow him to his car. “I’ll drive. I know a place that has the best hotdogs in town.”

After a short five-minute drive, they were sitting by the lake, enjoying the hot dogs Dad had promised. And he was absolutely right: they were delicious.

“Now that’s something I never thought I would see.” Mom joked. “Victor Lee shoving down a hot dog.”

“This isn’t just any hot dog. This is the hot dog. Artisanal bread and sausages, exquisite relishing…”

“How come we never came before? They really are delicious.”

Owen observed his parents, the initial tension between them gone. It felt good, just like before.

“We always preferred to cook at home, together.”

“Which is how we got the lobster in the first place.” Mom laughed.

“What does cooking have to do with Mr. Lobster?” Owen asked, intrigued.

Again, Mom and Dad looked at each other, the silent communication between them.

“Well, you know some people eat lobster, right?” His father started. “Like some people keep fish as pets, and still we eat fish sometimes.”

“That’s because they are ignorants.” Owen countered. “They don’t know how cool lobsters can be, and how smart they are. Mr. Lobster always greeted us when we got home.”

“Yes, he did.” His father looked at his hotdog.

“But what does cooking have to do with Mr. Lobster?”

“Well. In all honesty…” His father hesitated.

“Back when we were dating, your father took me to this restaurant.” Mom chimed in. “And Mr. Lobster was inside a tank, waiting to be picked by a customer to be cooked. But I started looking at him, and felt sorry for the poor guy, so Dad bought the lobster, took him home and kept him as a pet, saving him from the pot. And that’s how we got Mr. Lobster.”

Owen’s heart swelled with pride.

“You saved him?!?” He smiled at Dad. Dad looked at Mom, a surprised look on his face.

“He did.” Mom nodded. “He knew I would be sad if Mr. Lobster died, so he saved him for me.”

“Dad’s a hero!”

“He did something pretty special, yeah.”

“So did you.” His father replied.

Owen had no idea what they were talking about anymore, but it didn’t matter. They were smiling at each other, with that look in their eyes, and that was all that mattered.

Owen felt his eyes getting heavy on the way home, the motion and silent buzz of the car pulling him into relaxation. As his eyes were closing, he heard his mother talk.

“Poor little guy. This was a rough day for him.”

There was a beat of silence, and Owen almost drifted off, until he heard his father speak.

“Did you tell Diane?”

“No. Did you tell Goldman?”

“No, but he asked about you. Which was exactly what led me to think you didn’t tell his wife.”

“I thought maybe… At least until we know exactly what we want to do, maybe we shouldn’t tell anyone. You know, to avoid any gossip.”

“Until you know exactly what you want to do. I already know what I want.”

“Victor…”

“You put us in this position. You are the one who needs to figure things out.”

“Fine, sure, let’s disregard all the lying and all the secrets and just blame it all on me. I can take that.”

Another beat of silence.

“That’s not… I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, I don’t want to fight either. Not today.”

“I agree.”

“Your hair looks different. It looks good on you.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m actually the one who should thank you. For covering up for me.”

“In the end, it was a very nice gesture. It doesn’t matter how it started.”

Silence filled the car again.

“You’re still wearing it-” His father almost whispered.

“So are you.”

“Like I said, I know what I want.”

Even with his eyes closed, Owen couldn’t help but smile. His parents still loved each other. Mom hadn’t lied, it was just an experiment, and it probably wouldn’t last long. They wouldn’t get a divorce.

And that knowledge lifted the heavy weight from his heart. He just wanted to have one Christmas. One with his family together.

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ballorawan740 · 3 years

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Mr Love Aesthetics/Edits

Main Masterlist | My Works Masterlist | Rules | Request | Socials

Aesthetics:

Gavin - part 1/part 2

Victor - part 1/part 2

Kiro - part 1/part 2

Lucien - part 1/part 2

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Main Boys - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4

Gavin

Lucien

Victor

Kiro

Shaw

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 2 years

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[CN] Victor’s Heart’s Content Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 纵情之约 , that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

[ Translation under the cut ]

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Link of the video: ♡

Do I recommended following with the video? If it’s possible for you, YES. YES. YES. PLEASE. (≧▽≦)

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✧ [SECTION 1] ✧

MC: Phew.... okay, the public reactions are within the expectations~

As I walk out of the meeting room in brisk steps, I check the press release, which has just been issued, to see if there has been any negative orientation in the public opinions.

An hour ago, I attended the regular press conference held by LFG as an invited personnel of the media. After the usual course of the Q&A session, the press conference was concluded smoothly.

The moment the automatic door opens, a cold wind sweeps in. I promptly rush to the side of the road, intending to hail a taxi to get back to the office.

The black car parked in front of me suddenly lowers its window, revealing a chiseled side profile.

MC: Victor?!

I bend down slightly to take his face into my eyes.

The winter sun peeks in through the car window, quietly delineating the contours of Victor’s face. He gently taps his fingertips on the steering wheel and turns his head to look at me.

Victor: Get in, I will take you back.

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I open the car door and get in, hovering my hands before the warm air outlet.

MC: Victor, what are you doing here?

He leans over and helps me fasten my seat belt.

Victor: I was in a meeting nearby, and I just thought that you should be finished here too.

MC: In that case, I’m very lucky. I ran into you as soon as I stepped out~

Victor: I saw this dummy being frozen and stomping her feet at a glance from afar.

I shoot him a glare in feigned dissatisfaction, then take my notebook out of my bag and start working on the follow-up to the press conference.

A brief silence pervades the air inside the car, leaving only the fine sound of the keyboard and the beeping sound of Victor tapping the turn signal.

Victor: By the way——

At the same time, a message just happens to pop up on my phone. I glance down, then press and hold the voice button——

MC (recording voice message): Willow, sort out the relevant source materials and send them to my mailbox as soon as possible.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Victor looking over once again, and just as I’m about to meet his gaze, he opens his mouth first.

Victor: Have you been very busy lately?

MC: Yuup, probably cause it’s the beginning of the year and a lot of business is crammed together into....

Suddenly, a ringtone interrupts me. Seeing that the note of the caller reads the head of LFG’s publicity department, I pick up the call immediately.

??: Miss MC, are you free this afternoon? I’d like to briefly discuss with you about a Film and TV collaboration for the next quarter.

MC: No problem, I’ll meet with you soon.

After I hang up the phone, Victor turns the steering wheel with one hand and changes our direction, galloping in the direction of LFG.

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Victor: We are here, get off.

The sound of the engine dies abruptly, leaving only a small lamp on the roof of the car. As I’m hurrying to unbuckle my seatbelt, my fingertips encounter a warm and soft touch.

Victor’s right hand pauses in the air for a moment, before withdrawing it silently.

Realizing that he was trying to help me unbuckle my seatbelt, I smile and lean closer to him.

Victor: ....why are you moving so close?

MC: Although I accidentally missed out on CEO Victor’s thoughtful service, a “return gift” is still a must have~

I try to approach him with a beaming smile on my face, but Victor has already opened the car door and lifted his leg to step out. He then bends down to look at me still sitting in the car, his one hand propping against the door.

Victor: Isn’t there a meeting you have to attend? Why are you starting to dillydally again?

MC: ....it’s obviously for giving you a “return gift”.

Victor: Isn’t work more important compared to this?

You’re truly an “evil” capitalist. I shoot him a glare in feigned indignation.

MC: It’s not going to take too long anyway!

He nods his head unhurriedly, while raising his eyebrow in a languid manner.

Victor: [practically sulking LOL] It doesn’t take much time, but you have to concentrate on your work.

Victor: In that respect, you have been doing very well recently, isn’t that so?

I freeze for a moment. This person seems to be hinting at something.... Before I can ponder over it, a loud and clear ringtone echoes in the car—— it’s supposed to be urging me on.

In a flurry, I get out of the car with my notebook and bag in my hands. Just at the moment Victor is closing the car door for me, I extend my index finger and curl it around the knot of his tie.

MC: The button.

Perhaps due to the air inside the car being adequately warm, Victor has unbuttoned the topmost button of his shirt, and at this moment the tie is loosely hanging around his collar.

The degree of difficulty of buttoning with one hand is a little too much. My fingers linger on the buttonhole, brushing over Victor’s protruding collarbone several times.

The phone’s ringtone still echoes loftily in the quiet garage.

Victor straightens his lower back, and tosses me a look of indifference.

Victor: [still sulking LOL] Someone’s urging you, why don’t you go?

MC: I will just run a bit faster on the way.

After buttoning up, I push the knot of his tie slightly upwards. Victor takes half a step forward, so that I can properly smoothen out the creases in his collar.

Victor: Rushing on the road is indeed the action of a dummy.

MC: This should be called maximizing time utilization, and——

MC: Victor, there are some things that you can’t escape from~

I turn my head to the side, and give him a light peck on the cheek.

Victor: ....

Amid the excessive quietude, a soft laugh seems to escape from his nostrils.

MC: Don’t say it, I will have to take the stairs straight up here first. I will come find you when I’m done~

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✧ [SECTION 2] ✧

At the end of the meeting, I walk out of the conference room tagging along with the large group of people who have adjourned the meeting.

In the midst of the crowd, several employees in front of me seem to see something and rustle up in a discussion.

Employee A: Wait a sec, the one sitting in the pantry.... isn’t that?

Employee B: CEO Victor.

Employee A: Did he come to the pantry to inspect who’s slacking off?

Employee C: HAHAHA—— who knows, perhaps he himself wanted to stealthily slack off a bit, and came here to see a certain someone.

As the discussion grows more and more distant, the view in front of me also becomes clearer and more open——

Victor sits in the corner of the pantry, holding a coffee in his hand. The dense mist over the cup retains the light sunshine, adding a little more leisure to him.

As though taking note of my presence, he turns his head to meet my gaze.

Seeing a steaming cup of coffee sitting across from him, I smile and walk over to sit in front of him.

MC: Wow! Thank you CEO Victor for buying me a coffee!

Victor lightly sweeps his gaze over me, then lowers his head and takes a sip of the coffee in his hand.

Victor: It’s buy one, get one free coffee from downstairs.

MC: Wouldn’t that save you money~

Probably not expecting such an answer from me, Victor helplessly tugs at the corners of his lips and heaves a slight sigh.

I tilt my chin up. Reaching out with my fingers, I gently touch his fingertips that are resting on the table.

MC: Specially waiting for me here, it seems that CEO Victor isn’t busy today?

Victor: Organizing the time between my work and life reasonably, is not a difficult task for me——

MC: Victor.... are you euphemistically expressing that I’m not as professional as you in the field of time management?

The messages on my phone keep popping up in succession. I pick up my phone to reply to the messages, without looking up.

Victor: Rather, it seems that I’ve expressed myself quite frankly.

MC: ....Mm.

MC: They encountered some troublesome events at the filming site. Willow couldn’t come down to resolve it, so I urgently contacted Anna.

MC: The filming of the new season of the program is right at hand, and the list of props that needs to be purchased has also been sent out. The crew is now waiting for me to confirm the sum of money.

Victor: ....

Victor: What have you been busying yourself with lately?

MC: ....whether or not those are the only props that need to be purchased?

MC: The quantity is too small as well, and if we wait until after the filming to make up for it, we will have to get behind the schedule once again....

MC: What?

I raise my head, directly facing Victor’s slightly furrowed brows.

Victor: A couple days ago——

Unfortunately, another call comes in. I make an apologetic “wait” gesture to him and answer the phone.

After explaining a few things about the work schedule of the new variety show, I hang up the phone and look at Victor.

MC: What about a couple days ago? You keep talking.

However, he stands up with his coffee cup in his hand.

Victor: Seeing the way a certain dummy is working so conscientiously, it just happens to remind me that I should get back to my e-mails.

Victor: Just conveniently learning from your spirit of investing your whole heart into a sole matter.

Even before the rest of the words are out of his mouth, he has already turned his head and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

MC: [confused] ?

Why does it seem there is some other meaning behind these words....

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On the way to the publicity department, I go to look for Goldman in order to ask about the progress of the previous project.

Goldman: MC, you are just in time. The contract you asked for earlier has already been drawn up.

He draws out a folder from his briefcase filled with stacks of documents and hands it to me.

MC: Thanks. By the way, just one more question——

MC: What’s your CEO Victor has been busy with lately?

He rubs his chin in contemplation for a moment, shaking his head.

Goldman: He hasn’t been busy with anything lately.

I suspect that I’ve misheard him. Is there even any time when Victor is not busy?

Goldman: At this time of the year, many of our collaborative partner companies are on holiday, contracts and conferences have all been pushed back to after the New Year’s....

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[Note]: He’s referring to the Chinese New Year’s holiday.

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Goldman: So, supposedly there isn’t anything that he needs to worry about.

As though thinking of something, he wiggles his fingers in the air.

Goldman: And, I haven’t arranged the itinerary for CEO Victor in the past two days. So, he might not have come to the office.

MC: He doesn’t have anything in his itinerary?

But didn’t he go to a meeting before picking me up?

By the time I regain my senses, I’m already standing at the door of Victor’s office.

As expected of you, huh—— Victor, you said something while meaning something else.

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✧ [SECTION 3] ✧

On the phone, in the dialogue box between Victor and I, the last conversation reads at 9:43 AM the day before yesterday—

Victor’s Text: “Pudding was particularly gluttonous today. It took a whole can to feed him before he agreed to calm down.”

I thought that I had replied to him with a text—— but as it turns out, I was interrupted by a phone call before I could hit the send button.

In other words, in Victor’s eyes, it’s already been three days and I still haven’t replied to his text.

The office door is suddenly opened, and Victor crashes into my horizon.

Victor: What are you doing sneakily standing in front of the door?

I greet him with an even sneakier smile and sway the contract in my hand.

MC: There is a contract that needs your signature.

Well, let’s see just to what stage you can go on with saying something and meaning something else.

Victor takes the contract, walks over to the sofa and sits down. He roughly sweeps his gaze over it twice, picks up a pen and signs on the last page.

Victor: Concerning any questions about this project, I’ve told you beforehand in details via e-mail.

Victor: As for whether or not the big producer could find the time to take a look at it, I don’t know.

Keeping a stern face, he sweeps his gaze over my face from time to time out of the corner of his eyes. I blink as my feet take silent steps forward on their toes.

MC: I’ve never missed any work-related e-mails.

Victor leans back on the sofa, tilting his chin slightly.

Victor: Indeed. A certain someone’s efficiency at work has increased a lot recently. Most of the project feedbacks I receive, is from your company.

Victor: I don’t know exactly when it started, but the degree of your commitment to your work has grown far beyond my imagination.

Victor’s voice is slightly deep, not giving away any of his emotions. But from his always stern face, I can hear the unspoken implications behind his words.

—— but I still choose to fan the flames.

MC: Hehe, thank you for the compliment, CEO Victor!

Victor: [sighs deeeply] Dum....

Finally, Victor sighs almost inaudibly, as though he has already clearly understood the intention behind my behavior of being unable to grasp the key point long before.

How else can I tease him?

Standing rooted to the spot, I ponder over it for a while. Then, I step forward and squat down before him, gently hooking my pinky finger with his.

MC: Right.... and one more thing....

MC: I’ve just received a word from the crew that there are some business I’ve to go take care of over the weekend.

MC: So, I shouldn’t be able to make it to our movie night on Saturday....

Victor fixes his attention at our hooked hands and stirs up his eyebrows slightly. I gaze at him intently, trying to make out the subtle changes in his expression.

But he doesn’t crease his brows even at all. On the contrary, it’s actually my overly expectant expression which seems to have given him a hint of something.

Victor: In that case, we will just wait until you have the time to see it.

How are you able to remain so calm? In a spurt of energy, I lean over and press closer to Victor.

MC: I haven’t finished yet~

He looks at me with an inquisitive gaze, his head half propped up.

MC: I made an appointment to eat hotpot with the people of your publicity department in the evening. So, I won’t be having dinner with you tonight.

Victor bends down a little, and his slightly heavy breathing brushes against the tip of my nose. It feels somewhat scalding hot.

Victor: [sighs] ....I guess this can be considered as one of the few strong points of a certain dummy.

MC: Strong point?

Victor raises his eyebrows in a slightly teasing manner, withdrawing his hand that I’m holding.

Victor: Even if you are working and no matter how busy you are, you won’t forget the matter of arranging your meals properly.

Victor: Regarding this point, there’s actually never any need for people to worry about.

I pretend not to understand his teasing, and even keep giving him increasingly brilliant smiles.

MC: Of course. I’m still very much in the loop when it comes to strike a balance between work and rest. So, we are going to eat hotpot and then——

Victor: Go to KTV to sing and chill out, correct?

MC: ....

MC: I truly can’t conceal anything from you anyway, can I?

Victor: What’s so difficult about guessing what’s in the mind of a dummy?

He speaks as he picks up the documents on the coffee table, flipping through them page by page.

Victor: However, since there is still time to go for hotpot.... go to KTV, it seems that you are not too busy.

Victor: There are a number of projects that have been set aside previously, so perhaps you can prepare to put your hands on them.

Wait— why is this starting to move towards the direction of increasing the workload....

MC: That——

Victor no longer raises his head. With a pen in his hand, he scratches on the document, all his emotions concealed beneath his long eyelashes.

Victor: Go on then, and remember to eat a little more. A certain someone has been tired and has become thinner over the past few days.

MC: ....

Knowing that he already wholly understands what exactly I’m playing at, I have no other choice but to raise my hands in surrender.

I turn my head to walk over to the doorway, and gently close the semi-closed door, snapping the door lock.

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✧ [SECTION 4] ✧

Victor remains calm and collected, never lifting his gaze.

Victor: Is there anything else you haven’t notified me of?

MC: I heard that CEO Victor doesn’t have any work today. So can you help me in modifying a proposal?

Victor: Until you’ve settled this project in your hands, I don’t think....

Before he can refuse, however, I’ve already connected my phone to the printer in his office and casually printed out a proposal that’s still in preparation.

As the printer throughputs, Victor turns his head to look at me, not saying a word.

After stacking up the few printed sheets of paper, I walk over to Victor, piling the freshly inked sheets on top of his documents.

MC: How about just taking a quick look? If they aren’t passable, I can promptly stop further losses!

Victor takes the sheets of paper, then picks up a pen.

I stand on my tiptoes. When my gaze sweeps over, a whole page filled with cancellations consume my entire field of view.

MC: Do you have to be that cruel?

The pen in Victor’s hand is still underlining a large section of texts.

Victor: As a matter of fact, isn’t this what “stop-loss” means?

I step a little closer, craning my neck and wanting to have a clearer look at the contents he cancelled.

The surroundings are quiet, leaving only the sound of our shallow intermingling breaths and the low hum of the pleasantly warm air vent.

MC: CEO Victor, why don’t you teach me.... how I should write this proposal?

Victor’s Adam’s apple bobs slightly, but his demeanor remains composed.

Victor: Gold medal producer, do you require my teaching?

My fingertips reach out to linger on his collar, and I lean down until our breaths collide with each other.

MC: Of course. No matter when it is, I really need you.

Curling my fingertips, I undo the first button on his shirt—— the button I had buttoned for him just earlier.

MC: Teach me, Great CEO.

I don’t stop, my fingers slowly inching lower.

The second button also comes loose subsequently—— apparently, undoing the button is much less difficult than buttoning it.

MC: I’m now indeed.... very humbly asking for your guidance. Tea––cher.... Victor?

Victor finally lifts the corners of lips, pursing them into a small smile.

Victor: Is that so?

Victor puts down the document, then raises his chin slightly. Unknowingly, the sunlight outside the window has changed into the twilight at some point, and it reflects lazily within his eyes.

The lines of his already well-defined contours – are thus enhanced with a few hazy shades.

Victor: But as I recall, you just said that you are busy with work and also have a dinner party in the evening——

Victor: I’m afraid you don’t have the time to study with me.

I don’t know if it’s because of the warm air in the room being too dry, but his voice is laced with rasp. In the dim, obscure twilight, it makes the stifling hotness even more evident.

I gaze at him, my fingers tracing along the side of his waist and carelessly looping the end of his tie.

MC: Being fortunate of having the opportunity to receive CEO Victor’s teaching – is worth tactfully declining the arrangements of my dinner party.

Victor stretches his eyebrows. It’s only that there’s a mischievous look playing in his eyes, and it urges me on.

Victor: Are you certain?

Without saying another word, I pull up his tie, yanking his entire body over to me.

MC: Goldman has told me that you didn’t have anything in your itinerary today. You said you were passing by for a meeting this morning, it wasn’t true.

Victor raises his eyebrows gently, and snakes one hand around my waist.

Victor: It wasn’t true, so what?

I lean closer to the side of his neck, and softly peck on his auricle.

MC: Victor, do you miss me too much?

Feeling his hand around me clasping slightly, I can’t help climbing up his arms with my both hands.

MC: I discovered it too late....

MC: Next time, you can drop me a little more obvious “hints”.

Seeing that Victor is not saying anything, I soften my voice again.

MC: It was my fault this time. I originally thought I had replied to your text....

MC: Don’t be angry.

Remaining silent, Victor wraps his both hands back around my waist and stands up.

MC: !

I exclaim in a low voice. With a gentle lurch, he presses me right up against the windowsill.

A wisp of light illuminates him in a glittering brilliance, making the ever-present surging hidden sentiments in his eyes distinct as well.

Victor leans down, and props up his both hands on the edge of the window. His warm breaths brush against the side of my shoulders.

Victor: You don’t need to say sorry.

Victor: I’m not blaming you for anything, and if I’m truly angry, I will just come out and say so directly.

I lean in slightly, cradling his cheek.

MC: Regardless of whether you are angry or not, it’s my fault for not managing my time properly.

MC: I am a dummy, a big dummy.

Victor can’t help but burst out laughing and pinches my chin hard.

Victor: [laughs softly] ....a dummy indeed.

My gaze hangs low, and I fiddle with the knot of his tie.

MC: Now—— can you tell me, what you are truly thinking?

MC: For example.... do you really miss me a lot? Do you really want to talk with me, really want me to keep you company?

Victor draws away my hand lingering on his lapel and brings my entire body into his arms.

Victor: It seems that if you give people an inch, they will want a mile.

Victor presses up against me, but not sticking as close to me as he usually does.

His eyes are slightly open with a focused gaze, and he seems to be studying every subtle change in my expression.

The cold toned woody fragrance assaults my senses through his embrace. Losing myself in it, my increasingly burning hot fingertips are even unable to climb up the creases of shirt....

Victor lifts up my entire body in his arms and places me on the edge of the windowsill—— the blinds are gently raised, breaking the silence in the room with a clatter.

Victor: [HIS VOICE AKSHSHDHSHKS] You are right, I miss you.

His dry, husky voice, accompanied by the passing row of traffic outside the window, falls clearly into my ears. My five fingers sink deep into his hair, trying to get closer to every inch of him.

Amid the disarray, Victor’s one hand subconsciously clasps a slat of the blinds. The dusky rays outside the window surpasses inside in such a way that it wraps us both in an ardent embrace.

MC: Victor....

I whisper his name softly, wanting to convey all my desires in the depths of my heart through this cry.

MC: Right now, I feel a little happy—— so, this is how you are like when you miss me.

MC: It turns out that.... you can miss me like this.

A small sense of pride is constantly fermenting in my heart. Victor, however, seals my excessively flamboyant smile with an even more unforgiving kiss.

Victor, hold me a little tighter. Even though I’m thinking as such, I cling onto him even harder.

I want to prove it myself, with an even inseparably closer embrace, with an even deeper possessiveness—— that I, too, miss him just as much.

....miss his voice, his scent, his temperature – all of him.

Invading and occupying each other again and again, plundering little by little – neither of us is willing to admit defeat first, as though the both of us want to make the air between us even thinner.

I don’t know exactly after how long – I lean on his shoulder as I softly pant for breaths. His gaze traces me carefully, his finger pads stroking my lips.

MC: What are we having for dinner tonight?

Victor: What would you like to eat tonight?

Almost in unison, we think of the identical question.

I can’t help burst out laughing as I lean into his arms. He also spreads out his hands and draws me into his embrace, looking out at the gradually darkening sky.

MC: I will eat whatever you make.

Victor remains silent for a while, then he drops a soft kiss on my forehead.

Victor: Let’s go home then. Pudding really misses you lately.

Victor: But, not as much as me.

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Every moment with you is time well spent. (о´∀`о)

#mica draws #mlqc #mldd #mr love dream date #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #恋プロ #恋とプロデューサー #ゼン #李泽言 #victor #victor li #mlqc mc #i was inspired to draw this after reading part one of an ao3 vic x mc fic named ‘the contract’#this was the vibe the fic gave me not really a scene from it

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[CN] Victor’s Thaw Date (Eng Translation)

🌸Warning🌸 This post contains detailed spoilers for the date that is yet to be released in the global server!

🌸 My thoughts will be in [ ] brackets.

🌸 Changed some wordings to make it more appropriate while reading.

🌸 Thanking @perhaps-in-anotherdream as she helped a lot with the translations and proofreading!

[Date released on 1st November 2021]

MC: So that’s our proposal.

Victor nods, and flips through the documents a few more times, his face showing no expression.

I hold my breath, waiting quietly for his next “judgement”.

Finally, Victor closes the proposal. But he doesn’t speak for a long time, as though weighing on how to open his mouth.

I very rarely see him like this, and can’t help but swallow nervously.

MC: Why don’t I take this proposal back and improve it...

Victor: MC.

We speak practically at the same time. Victor is slightly startled, a smear of smile escaping the corners of his lips.

Victor: Before you came, didn’t you say that you are very confident in this proposal?

MC: But your expression looks so grave... It’s fine, I am ready. Go ahead!

Victor: Well, congratulations. No need to be nervous, there’s nothing wrong with the proposal this time.

Victor: What I want to tell you is something else.

Victor puts the proposal aside, and gestures for me to draw nearer.

Victor: Do you have plans this afternoon?

MC: If this proposal is approved, then nothing else.

MC: What’s wrong?

Victor: I received a call from an elder this morning. He’s temporarily out of the town occupied with something and can’t come back. He entrusted me to feed and bathe the cat at home.

Victor: If you aren’t doing anything, come with me.

MC: So you finally don't doubt the professionalism of this pet specialist?

[Trivia: MC uses a term ‘铲屎官’ which means pet owner/someone who's in charge of cleaning up, in other words, people who actually have to clean after their pets. It's a Chinese internet slang ^^’]

Victor: I do.

Victor: This time it's just for some special reason, and it’s not convenient for a single person to look after it.

MC: ...Oh, turns out that I was the last resort left.

I pretended to be disappointed and looked away. After a while, I heard Victor's slightly helpless voice.

Victor: If it would have been the last resort, I could have found a professional caretaker.

Victor: But you may get along better with it.

MC: Are you sure?

MC: But whether it’s Pudding or any other kitten, they prefer to be close to you.

I recalled the scene where Victor was surrounded by kittens in the cat cafe, and was a little puzzled about his subtle look at that moment.

Victor: Didn’t I just say, this cat is quite special.

MC: Why is it special?

Victor did not answer my follow-up question, looked down at the watch, and soon forked off the subject.

Victor: It's almost time. Let's go to have lunch first.

Victor: ‘Go early and return early’, otherwise you won't wake up again tomorrow.

MC: I won’t fall asleep till late!

I followed Victor with great spirits, and couldn't stop being curious about the kitten I was about to face.

Who is this noble anyway who can make things difficult for this "walking catnip"?

[Trivia: The term MC uses here is ‘猫薄荷’, which directly translates to catnip. It refers to someone who can attract a lot of attention or who can seize your attention very easily. In other words... :’)]

“Kacha---”

Accompanied by a soft echo, Victor pushed open the wooden door, as the sunshine pouring down on the garden filled with greenery broke into our field of view.

In the small courtyard, the pink and white flower trees were in full bloom. There was also a summer sleeping mat arranged under a tree, seemingly being prepared for the kitten to cool off in the shade.

MC: What a romantic yard...the kitten must be very happy to live here.

[MC, you seriously recognise every place as a romantic one when you are with Victor, isn’t it? Well, no one can help it XD]

Victor: But when there is no one at home, it can only stay in the house.

MC: Can you bring it to the yard to play later?

[Tha-that teasing smile...]

Victor: I think you want to play, don't you?

I looked at the obvious smile on Victor's face and curled my lips in an unconvinced manner.

Victor: So?

MC: Even if I don't get any renumeration, you should still give me a reward as the honorary.

Victor looked at me sideways, reached out and pinched my face.

Victor: You've learned to speak on conditions.

Victor: As long as the cat listens to you, tease it as you like.

MC: What about you?

Victor: What, you still need an audience to tease the cat?

MC: Of course not, I'm inviting you with me.

MC: Come on, let's go meet this kitten soon!

Not giving Victor any oppurtunity to refuse, I pulled him along the bluestone road, towards the cottage.

Vines with blue and purple flowers entwined on both the sides of the white door, looking serene and quiet.

But, when Victor opened the closed door, what appeared in front of us was a picture of ‘disaster site--’

In the original elegant and cozy living room, cat litter and cat food were scattered on the floor, the cushions on the sofa were crooked, and pieces of shredded paper were lying everywhere.

What was more conspicuous was the black cat hair floating everywhere. Some had even become 'hair balls’, rolling in the corner with the wind brought in by opening the door.

I watched that, standing still.

MC: Although the cat has not been seen yet, it has a strong sense of existence...

Victor: This cat is not big, and is probably hiding now.

As if in order to respond to his words, a dark shadow flashed in front of our eyes, bringing the carpet lying on the floor to fly up, and then slowly landing.

The "culprit" had wondered long where to hide.

MC: Are we going to find it out now?

Victor: Wait for it to come out by itself.

Victor: No one had been here for a while. Give it some time to adjust.

Saying that, Victor put down the suit jacket, folded the sleeves of the shirt a few times, and then helped me put up the sleeves.

[Sweeet....]

Victor: Let's clean up this place first.

I looked at the mess all over the floor, and couldn't help but sigh.

MC: I now suspect that you are looking for me to work hard.

Hearing my complaint, Victor's mouth curled up slightly.

Victor: What this cat did is nothing compared to the trouble you and Pudding cause at home.

Victor: It's fair to let you experience my mood at that time.

Victor met my speechless expression and rubbed the top of my head with a little amusement.

Victor: All right, let's get to work.

The house cleaning came to an end, and I walked back to Victor with light steps.

MC: Is the kitten out?

Victor: Over there.

Following his gaze I looked over, only to be met with a small, round, black head peeking out of the gap behind the sofa, as though surveying the situation outside.

I recalled with joy that after Pudding got into trouble, he either got into Victor's arms or swiftly got into a corner out of reach.

If it was the latter, Victor would often leave it alone, go into the kitchen and pretend to open the refrigerator.

Hearing the sound of the refrigerator door opening, Pudding would slip out by itself in a short time, and then would be ‘cut off’ by me halfway.

[MC’s saying that she would block Pudding’s path, haha.]

Thinking of this, I looked at Victor with confidence.

MC: That's it, let’s just use your best "food seduction method"! What do you think?

As I said, I took a box of canned food from the shelf on the side and prepared to pour it into the kitten’s food bowl.

Victor suddenly held my hand and took the can from my hand.

Victor: According to the usual division of labor, you go catch the cat.

[Trivia: In ‘Countryside Date’, remember how both of them talked about how it's their unspoken rule that if one of them cooks, the other has to do the cleaning? Here it is... T^T]

MC: But this kitten should know you better. I may scare it.

Victor: No, it wouldn't want to see me.

MC: Eh?

The doubts that had been entangled from the beginning started to reappear. I glanced at Victor suspiciously.

MC: Victor doesn’t have a grudge with this kitten, does he?

Victor: Do you think I with fight the cat?

MC: Then you look too fierce and scare the little one?

Victor: ...No.

The air fell into a strange silence, and Victor quickly pulled the can and poured the food into the bowl.

I looked at the slightly stiff movements of him, seemed to understand something in my heart, and the corners of my mouth couldn't help but lift up into a smile.

MC: I thought someone was born with catnip, but didn't expect to hit a wall sometime.

Victor took a look at my playful expression, and reluctantly sighed.

Victor: It happened a long time ago, and it was the first time I dealt with cats.

Victor: The elders think that children can play with pets, so they let me stay at home with him alone before going out.

Victor: It kept hiding in a really crammed space and looked a little dangerous. So, I moved aside everything nearby.

MC: So it was hiding, and you moved everything aside?

Victor: Yes.

Victor couldn't help but draw his eyebrows into a frown. I imagined the scene he was fascinating, and controlled myself from laughing.

MC: Maybe it could have felt that you were chasing him...

[Poor man, pfftt...]

Victor: It kept meowing, so I thought it was calling for help.

MC: Alas. In a sense, it might indeed be a meow for help.

The more he said, the more I couldn't help it, and finally I laughed. Victor glanced at me before I covered my mouth.

Victor: Is it that funny?

MC: Pfft... It’s generally funny.

Victor: Laugh once more, and be sure to scare it again.

Listening to him say so, I hurriedly stopped my laughing to look at the gap behind the sofa, and was relieved to see that the kitten's furry ears were still there.

Victor pushed the food bowl toward the sofa, and the kitten immediately hid back into the shadows vigilantly, and didn't fiddle with his head for a long time.

MC: Does it seem like it's still not willing to come over?

Victor: Step back a little and leave it a safe distance.

Victor straightened up, and pulled me back slowly by a few steps.

After a while, the kitten poked her head out cautiously. We pretended not to notice it, so it quickly ran to the food bowl to feast on it.

I looked at it feasting with great relish, and my heart softened momentarily, making me remain rooted to the spot.

MC: Looks like it's starving. How about we wait till it finishes eating and then catch it?

Victor: Is this the tacit understanding between you foodies?

MC: Well, you should be glad there's this understanding between us.

Victor: Then you should exchange more experiences. I’ll go outside and pick up the water first.

[What Victor meant was MC and the cat should share more talks, since they have something in common LOL.]

I stuck out my tongue behind Victor's back, squatted down and watch the kitten eat. Before long, the sound of water came from the yard.

The kitten seemed to be startled by the sound, got up and looked straight into the direction of the yard, and in the next second ran towards the sofa.

MC: Hey, don’t go back!

I chased up and picked up the kitten from behind. It meowed reluctantly and struggled hard with its legs.

I was unable to control it. Being left with no better option, I lifted it up and ran into the courtyard.

MC: Victor! Come and help!

Victor heard the sound and walked over quickly, wanting to take the kitten. However, when it saw Victor, it seemed to be even more panicked--

‘Pound!’

We chased over and saw the kitten slip in the puddle, completely covered in mud.

MC: ...Is it afraid of taking a bath? How could he kneel when he heard the sound of water?

Victor: Even if it's afraid, it must be washed now.

Victor leaned down, grabbed the nape of its neck and lifted it up.

Victor: This is the end of your chasing game.

I was worried that the kitten would struggle, but I didn’t expect it to be afraid to such an extent to not even move a bit in Victor’s hands, just like a child after being caught doing bad things.

The picture in front of me was inexplicably humorous. I walked over and tapped the kitten’s head with my fingers.

MC: Sure enough, you still can’t escape the palm of the ‘big devil’ right?

MC: But don’t worry, this ‘Mr. Devil’ won’t hurt you!

Hearing what I meant, Victor did what I did just now, raising his hand and tapping on my forehead with his fingers.

Victor: Childish.

Victor held the kitten in his palm, and tried to put it in the water for the third time.

However, the kitten still refused to cooperate, and even forgetting that the person in front of him is the ‘devil’ he was afraid of, clings to his hand.

Victor sighed and opened one of the kitten’s paws with his hand.

Victor: *sighing* Come down.

The kitten clung to him and pampered with him reluctantly, expressing the words ‘ I don’t want to take a bath’ to the extreme.

MC: Haha... If you let it go now, it will definitely ‘freeze the previous suspicion’ of you.

Victor took a look at me and stuffed a soft brush in my hand.

Victor: As long as it is smart, it will know that this is for its good.

Victor: Now you feel pity, but what will you do if it catches a cold and gets sick?

I watched Victor helplessly, carefully grabbed the kitten’s foot, smiled and stretched out a hand to help him.

MC: Sorry kitty, I think the pet specialist is right.

MC: So I am going to play ‘the good cop’!

[The idiom MC uses here, ‘ 唱红脸’ directly translates to ‘playing the good cop’, i.e. to take right decisions, which was cleaning the kitten in this case!]

I coaxed the kitten out of his arm and gently put it into the warm water.

Victor gently held its back of the neck with one hand, and grabbed its two front paws with the other. Taking advantage of current immobility, I quickly started to clean it.

MC: The left hand is washed, good.

Kitten: Meow!

MC: The right hand is well washed, now we can move on to the next step!

[I am sorry my medical mind constantly kept telling me that we are diagnosing this little kitten, aww.]

I shook hands with the kitten, lifted up my head, only to be met with the hesitant eyes of Victor.

Victor: You can entertain yourself bathing a cat?

MC: I just wanted to relax a bit.

Victor: Forget it, I shouldn’t have expected you to ‘play good cop’.

Victor sighed and put the kitten back into the water.

As I watch his proficient, gentle and patient cleaning, I can’t help but continuously think... If only this kitten had met the Victor of now back then....

It'd must have liked him very much.

Victor: Hold it down for me.

MC: ...Got it!

I came back to my senses and held the eager kitten with both hands.

MC: I feel that it becomes much more honest as soon as it gets into your hands.

Victor: It may also be that it is still looking for a chance to escape.

MC: Are you sure? But take a look at-- ah!

Before the words were finished, the cat who was still being praised, suddenly flopped and slipped out of my hand.

The water spray flew up with the cat's movements, catching me off guard, and I fell into the ground with a loud thud.

Victor: MC!

Everything happened too fast. Victor looked back at me, still holding the soft brush in his hand, his expression being a rare one.

His body was almost drenched, the line of his back faintly revealed by the shirt half-attached to his upper body. He didn't care about wiping, and immediately reached out for me.

Victor: You okay?

[The amount of softness his voice has while saying this line T-T]

MC: I am alright, although I didn’t expect it to be so strong...

MC: But you're right, it was just trying to get away!

I fished back the cat. Victor lifted me up once again and set us down on a wooden bench, both of us dripping wet.

Victor: I think by the time the cat is cleaned up, you would be covered in mud again.

Victor: There is no water basin that can hold you here. It depends on what you will do when the time comes.

Victor took the kitten away and continued to clean it. With a guilty conscience, I patted the petals and grass off my body, and cooperated him to quickly wash the kitten.

The chaotic cleaning was finally over, and we sat side by side in the door of the house, covered with towels.

I held the kitten, and Victor held the hair dryer to dry it.

I looked at the person by my side and the kitten finally getting along, and couldn’t help but lift the corners of my mouth.

MC: Victor, let me dry the kitten. Do you want to hold it?

Victor: No, I don’t want to see it run into the mud again.

MC: No, you see how well behaved it is now!

As I said, I placed the kitten in his arm and took the hair dryer from him.

The kitten meowed twice, and didn’t seem to be unsentimental. Victor adjusted his posture unnaturally, and gently strached his chin.

The kitten raised its head cooperatively, and stepped on his hand to let out a comfortable cry.

MC: Sure enough, no kitten can refuse your care.

I leaned forward and dried its hair. Maybe it was too comfortable, it yawned, lowered its head and seemed to want to sleep in Victor’s arms.

I was feeling a little embarassed, when Victor brought a funny cat stick out of nowehere and led the kitten back into the house.

Soon he came out empty handed, took the hair dryer from my hands, and took me by the arm to help me dry off the damp clothes.

MC: Victor, is the kitten asleep?

Victor: Hmm. After tossing about all day long, it should be asleep for a while.

He continued with my words absolutely naturally, while his hand didn’t halt in its movement either, as though helping me in blowdrying my clothes was a very regular activity.

The force of the wind spreading was not too much, and it slightly tickled my body. I froze unnaturally, and wanted to withdraw my hand.

Victor: Don’t move, it hasn’t dried yet.

MC: *blushing* I’ll just do it myself, so you go take a break first!

Victor: It’s just a handy thing to do, and not troublesome.

MC: But your own clothes are still wet.

Victor: Unlike a certain someone, I don’t catch a cold just in a moment of inattentiveness.

Although there was a familiar grudge in his tone, but Victor’s movements were still very attentive.

He lowered his head slightly, the contours of his chiseled jawline being inlaid with the warm gold of the setting sun.

His body obscured the dazzling afterglow, and the light and temperature landing on me were just right.

I seemed to have been already taken care of by him like this many times, repeatedly. A string in my heart snapped, and let me speak the words deep in me.

MC: Victor, you know... I often can't imagine you being at a loss of knowing what to do.

MC: If it weren’t for you teaching me, I would have to think that being able to take care of someone is also some kind of gift.

Victor: How many good things like that fall directly from the sky? Many things have to be learnt later in life.

MC: But I haven’t seen how you have studied me so much.

Victor checked my clothes one last time, and then turned off the hair dryer.

Victor: You are not a pet. Even though you live in a sloppy way, you are still capable of taking care of yourself.

Victor: It’s just that... since someone loves to giggle, I just want to see her giggling face more often.

Victor: As for adding the flowers to the brocade, I simply follow my instincts.

After Victor finished speaking, the corners of his lips hook up into a smile. As I looked at him while resting my head in my hand, I broke into a smile along with him as well.

MC: CEO Victor truly doesn’t give away any of his know-hows.

Victor: How many more know-hows do you want to know?

Victor: The person I want to take care of is a dummy, who is easily satisfied. That’s already a shortcut.

The evening breeze blew the blooming flowers overhead, leaving the rustling of falling flowers between us.

The flowering season was almost over. But I didn’t need any reasons to believe that the coming mid-summer would be just as tender.

[T/N: I seriously felt like peeking into a newly-wed couple’s life >.]

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victor, please haha. ♡

since i’m mainly from the mlqc server, i got this text when i went to check my mldd account haha. sorry, mldd victor ☆

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ellie-winthrope · 2 years

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Home Cooking - [Victor]

MC had volunteered to cook for dinner, while Victor prepared himself for the worst case scenario. How would this dinner for two turned out in the end?

Word Count: 2555 words

Constancy was a word that fitted Victor’s character, just like how spontaneity was part of the girl’s disposition.

Whenever Victor thought he had gotten used to the girl’s random and silly antics, she would prove him wrong by surprising him in one way or another.

Just like this time.

“Victor, leave tonight’s dinner preparation to me!”

That was what she had declared over the phone when he called over to discuss their plans after work. He had no idea what had gotten her so pumped up to volunteer to do the cooking for that night.

Nevertheless, he did have an inkling of the girl’s cooking skill based on the homemade pudding that she had made last time for that celebrity, Kiro. Not to mention, that was just a dessert, which didn’t involve as much preparation as needed for a main course. Therefore, Victor’s response to her declaration had been instantaneous.

“Definitely not.”

As expected, her voice was filled with indignation at hearing his answer.

“But why?!”

To prevent unwanted accidents, to avert getting food poisoning, to avoid wasting food…There were plenty of similar reasons that came to his mind. However, Victor knew that if he were to tell her any of those reasons, she would certainly throw a tantrum and they would end up in an argument. Having not seen each other for the past few weeks, the last thing he wanted was to ruin this meeting with his bluntness.

Even so, that didn’t mean that he would yield on this matter.

“When was the last time you cooked?”

When the girl was about to answer, Victor had interrupted her by saying, “Instant foods don’t count.”

Following that, there was a pregnant silence on the other end of the call, which caused the corner of his lips to perk up unconsciously. He could picture vividly in his mind the current expression on the girl’s face as she was thinking up a retort to his words. With furrowed brows and a childish pout, she must be grumbling about him in her mind.

“I don’t have time to cook, that’s all!” was her retort after a minute of silence.

“Not even on the weekends?”

“I have to work on the proposals for LFG over the weekends…”

“Hmm, so I am the one to blame?”

At this moment, there was a sudden change in the girl’s tone as she spoke enthusiastically, “Anyway, I really feel like cooking today! So, you just have to sit back and look forward to tonight’s dinner!”

Knowing that she was trying to divert the topic, Victor chose to let her have her way. Even though he still felt uneasy about letting her cook, it would be pointless to try to change her mind now when she was already so determined and enthusiastic about it.

It was not that he was worried about starving or getting food poisoning that night. Even if the girl ended up making an inedible dinner, he could just cook up something simple with whatever ingredients that were available at the moment to make up for it. If that was not possible, they could just go out to any nearby restaurant for dinner.

Instead, what Victor was worried about the most was the girl, who was unused to working in the kitchen, hurting herself when cooking on her own. Still, he would never tell her that. He doubted that she was even aware of his concern for her. With a deep sigh, he replied reluctantly.

“Fine…”

“Great! Then, see you later!”

After ending the call, Victor glanced at the time. There were at least three hours left before their dinner appointment, which was more than enough time for him to go through his last agenda of the day.

Nonetheless, after a moment of contemplation, the CEO of LFG had tapped on the button of the intercom phone on his desk. After a beeping tone, a flustered young male voice answered from the other end of the intercom.

“Goldman speaking.”

“Goldman, bring forward the company meeting that was supposed to be an hour later, inform the departments involved to be ready within fifteen minutes.”

“Noted, sir!”

After a resounding beep from the intercom, silence returned to Victor’s office.

With this, he should be able to finish up his work and meet up with the girl earlier.

Hopefully, nothing had happened by then.

Hopefully.

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After ending the call with Victor, she breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the cooking ingredients that she had laid out over the kitchen counters. The recipes of the two dishes that she had intended to make were stuck to the surface of the top cabinet for her to view them easily during the preparation process.

After spending the whole night scouring the internet for two dishes with the most straightforward recipes yesterday, she decided to take half-day off from work in order to fully focus on preparing today’s dinner.

The step-by-step instructions on the recipes seemed simple enough and she had brought the exact ingredients that were stated in the recipes at the market earlier. Nothing should go wrong if she followed the recipe completely.

It should be fine…I think.

Even though she had been insistent on personally preparing tonight’s dinner, she was doubting if she could pull it off well. It had certainly been a long time since the last time she had done any actual cooking, but it wouldn’t be fair for her to one-sidedly enjoy Victor’s cooking every time, to always be the one on the receiving end.

She didn’t remember when or where she had heard it, but there was a mention somewhere that cooking a meal for someone was a genuine expression of affection and gratitude towards the other party.

This made her think of all the times that Victor had cooked for her, either as a reward for completing her tasks well or on his own whim. Even though she was certain that he was busy with his own share of work as the CEO of LFG, he had never complained and would still make time to cook for her when she asked for Souvenir’s meals as her reward. As for herself, she had done nothing but ate her fill all these times, much to her belated embarrassment.

That was why, at least once, she wanted to let Victor have a taste of her cooking.

Please let this turn out well.

With that thought, she rolled up her sleeves and pumped herself up before starting with the preparations.

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When Victor rang the doorbell of the girl’s apartment unit, there was thirty minutes left before the appointed time. Even though he had brought forward a meeting in order to leave the company earlier, something unexpected came up at the last minute and it had taken a longer time to resolve than he would have preferred.

Hence, as soon as he was done with that matter, he had headed straight to the girl’s place without even stopping by his home for a change of clothes.

Is everything okay?

Did she cut herself while prepping?

Did she burn down the kitchen?

Those thoughts were on his mind throughout his journey to the girl’s place. Even now, as he stood waiting before the closed door of the girl’s home, Victor wondered if he would be greeted by the sight of billowing black smoke and a strong burnt scent when the girl opened the door.

Fortunately, that scenario didn’t come true.

When the door was pulled aside, all it revealed was the girl wearing clean casual home attires and with her hair tied up into a ponytail, smiling nervously at the sight of him.

“Oh, why are you here so early?”

It was only after noticing that there hadn’t been any wounds on her hands or anywhere else visible that Victor was finally able to relax.

Of course, he would never admit this to her.

“To supervise the cooking progress of a certain dummy.”

The girl had instantly pouted when hearing the word “dummy”, but she didn’t say anything else. Instead, she stepped aside and welcomed him into her home.

Now that he thought about it, this was actually the first time he had visited her place, even though he had driven her back from work countless times in the past. Whenever they met up in the past, it had always been either at LFG, Souvenir or any other public places. In fact, the girl had even been to Victor’s place before, albeit rarely.

The moment Victor stepped foot into the apartment unit, it was evident that the place belonged to the girl. It wasn’t just because of the cute plush dolls that adorned the top of the shelves, the framed photographs of the girl’s youth that were hung on the wall or the pile of stacked-up papers and folders on the coffee table at the living room, but the place gave off a cozy and welcoming presence, much like its owner.

“Victor.”

When he shifted his attention back towards the girl, she said, “Actually, I just finished preparing dinner a little while ago.”

Having arrived earlier than the appointed time, Victor didn’t expect dinner to be ready. Although he was impressed, the girl seemed uneasy when mentioning about the dinner.

Was it because the final outcome was worse than what she had intended? Since there wasn’t any burnt smell in the vicinity, Victor believed that the situation shouldn’t be too bad.

“Why don’t you take a seat over at the table,” the girl gestured towards an empty square table, “while I go and bring out the dishes.”

Before Victor could respond, the girl had already gone into the kitchen. Not one to sit and wait to be served, he went into the kitchen with the intention of taking out the tableware to help set up the table.

The first thing that caught his attention the moment he entered the kitchen was the sight of the messy kitchen counters that were littered with remnants of sliced vegetable ingredients and the piled-up cooking utensils in the kitchen sink. Despite the mess, the kitchen was actually in a better condition than he had expected.

Just when he had looked away from the mess, he locked eyes with the girl, who was on her way out while holding one dish in each hand. She instinctively looked away from him when meeting his gaze, which caused Victor to raise an eyebrow questioningly.

To Victor, she had done better than he expected. He even felt a little bad for having underestimated her culinary skill so much. For someone who rarely cooks, she actually managed to cook up two edible-looking dishes for dinner.

There was just one thing, though.

“So,” Victor looked at the two dishes in the girl’s hands, “It’s a vegetarian dinner tonight.”

With the two dishes being stir-fried Bok Choy and pan-fried sesame garlic tofu, there was certainly no meat being served at all. Hence, Victor had deemed it as a “vegetarian dinner”.

“At first, I intended to make pan-fried fish,” said the girl in a softer voice, “but I couldn’t find any fresh fish in the market today…So, I replaced it with a tofu dish.”

With a nervous chuckle, she then looked up to meet Victor’s gaze. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have been so stubborn about cooking dinner myself.”

Victor merely sighed.

“What’s there to apologize about?”

She mustn’t have expected him to say that as she stared at him with those bright brown eyes of hers. So, Victor elaborated further by saying, “After all, you had prepared dinner, as promised.”

He reached out and took the two plates from her hands.

“Let’s sit down and have dinner before the food gets colder.”

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An awkward silence was hanging in the air throughout the entire dinner session. Unable to tell from Victor’s poker face whether he was displeased with the meal or not, the girl couldn’t help feeling so anxious that she couldn’t really taste what she was eating.

Although he had brushed off her apology in the kitchen, she was still worried that her cooking might be unpalatable for Victor, whose taste in food was much refined and cooking was far superior than her. It would be worse if he was forcing himself to eat this because the other option would be to starve himself.

Perhaps, she really shouldn’t have insisted on cooking when she wasn’t even good at it.

While she was mulling over her own thoughts, she didn’t realize that she had cleared her plate and it was at this moment that Victor decided to break the silence between them.

“The bok choy was slightly overcooked, which caused it to be less crunchy. As for the tofu, you should have left it on the pan a little longer for it to be crispier.”

Hearing his sudden comments on her cooking, the startled girl didn’t know what to say and just nodded fervently. At the same time, she also braced herself for any impending harsh critiques that would come from the owner and chef of Souvenir.

“Overall, it was a decent meal and a good effort for someone who only cooks once in a blue moon.”

The girl blinked her eyes once … and then twice.

Did she hear Victor correctly?

He was praising her, right?

As that realization sunk in, a bright grin gradually adorned her once grim face, as though she had received the highest acclamation in the world. After all, his words had meant that her efforts hadn’t been a waste and Victor wasn’t the kind of person who would easily praise others. However, before she could continue to relish in her sense of accomplishment, Victor had spoken.

“Now, can you tell me what exactly made you want to cook all of a sudden?”

The question caused the girl to stiffen for a moment. There wasn’t any reason to not answer Victor. So, she decided to be honest about it, in spite of the awkwardness that she was feeling in revealing the truth.

“Well, you have always been the one cooking for me, while all I did was just eat.”

Feeling her cheeks heating up, she looked down at her lap as she continued, “So, I thought I should do the same as well, you know, to show my gratitude.”

There was a moment of silence before she heard Victor’s voice.

“Dummy.”

She smiled as she already expected him to say that.

What she hadn’t expected was to look up to see Victor smiling gently at her.

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To be honest, Victor hadn’t expected that to be the reason for the girl’s sudden enthusiasm in wanting to cook. After all, he had merely cooked for her because he wanted to and he had never expected anything else from her in return.

“That’s unnecessary. As long as you sincerely enjoy my cooking, that is all that I need as gratitude.”

After all, back in the past, it was that bright smile of a certain silly little girl at the first bite of his first attempt of a homemade pudding and her genuine exclamation of said pudding being delicious, that got him interested in cooking in the first place.

That was why, as long as his cooking could bring a certain dummy happiness and contentment, that would be rewarding enough for him.

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kazuyaasai-serenaspencerli · 3 years

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Clingy

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The sounds of birds chirping and rustling of sheets wakes you up. You feel the bed dip and felt him shifting, his movements caused the sheets to be pulled along him. The soft blanket slides down your shoulder, exposing your bare skin in the cold air, making you shiver

He's going to do his daily morning jog...

But you want to feel more of his touch, craving more of his warmth, wanting to feel his arms around you in this cold morning. But he always leave the bed early, doing his morning routine before going back to your side.

'It's still early. I don't want him to leave.. '

Not wanting him to leave your side, your eyes flutter opens.

With silky sheets rubbing your bare back, you shift and wrap your arms tightly around his torso as he stretches, burying your face in his back. "Stay...." You mutter, feeling his big warm hands covering yours. "Please..."

"Du-"

"Just this once..." You speak, cutting him off with clinginess in your voice.

"....." You hear him sigh before you feel him shifting to lay down beside you again. You smile as you loosen your arms around him.

Without saying any words, he lays down, turns and wraps his arms around you, warming you up. "Good morning Victor." You speak softly, greeting him as you snuggle close to him, using his arm as your pillow. Pink lips meets his addams apple, kissing it softly as you close your eyes. You can feel him smile as he runs his fingers in your hair again and again.

"Good morning. It's rare to see a certain Dummy to wake up at this hour." He speaks, chuckling silently, his hand sliding down to hug your waist. His familiar scent envelopes you as he rests his chin at the top of your head.

"Hmph... Please stay with me a little while longer..." You whine, holding him tight again. "It won't hurt to skip it once right...?"

He hums, his voice nearly disappearing, making you ask him one more time.

"Vic... Victor..."

"Just this once..." He says with a helpless smile.

He really can't say no, especially to her, his Dummy. "Now, get back to sleep. It's still early."

Hearing this, you suddenly think of him leaving when you fall asleep. But before you can say a sentence out, Victor speaks first. "I'm not going anywhere Dummy... Get back to sleep..." He chuckles, kissing your forehead before closing his eyes.

"Mm.." You hum happily, enjoying the warmth he's giving you, letting your sleepiness takes over the two of you, drifting off to sleep.

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But who knew that he'll break his morning routine just to spend his morning by your side.

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ontowanderlust · 2 years

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Wait., v.

She couldn't take her eyes away from the hustling crowd, her eyes wide with wonder as her mouth twitched with unbridled joy.

The sight before her wasn't new- what with having a job in the city, she was very much familiar with the rush of the crowd- going to their destinations, racing against time.

But this, this is different.

Yes, she could feel the rush, the exhilirating thrill of the crowd going from one place on to another, their chatter washing over her like white noise but unlike what she was used to, this is more relaxed.

Mellow, if she will. More subdued. She couldn't place her finger on it, but there's just something magical standing in the middle of the bustling midnight market, watching people.

"Dummy, didn't I tell you to stay by my side?" the sound of grunt and a familiar baritone voice brought her out of her reverie, looking up to flash Victor her innocent smile.

"You were taking forever in that stall," she offered sheepishly, earning a playful roll of his eyes- or rather, as playful as one can get from this stoic CEO. "Can we go eat takoyaki now? I've been smelling them from over here and I won't leave until I get to taste them all!"

"Are you sure you should be eating at this time?" He muttered as he let her drag him away from the crowd, a small smile creeping on his face as she went on a tirade how she should be allowed to eat after making her stand in the cold, waiting for him.

So. Here's the thing. I was thinking of having a mini event for December wherein the prompts have something to do with christmassy theme and all of that but well... stuff happened. Here's to hoping I can commit but I wouldn't hold out much.

Anyway. I do love me some night market shenanigans... despite me not being a festive person. The essence of Christmas has long died within me ever since but I do like being a spectator to the joy it brings for other people.

🎄: mini december event!/ Send in some prompts!

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lunars-babeclub · 2 years

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Lucien & Victor

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otonymous · 3 years

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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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