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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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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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timelessduet · 2 years

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For Victor: 3rd Entry

Happiest Birthday to you, CEO Victor.

Lifetime

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goldman: Boss?!

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

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

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

Victor: And have my schedule cleared on that day.

Goldman: I’ll do just that, Sir.

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

Victor: Is there anything else?

Goldman: Nothing, Sir. It’s just…

Victor: What is it?

Goldman: Enjoy the day, Sir.

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

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

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

I have time. Meet me at Souvenir.

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

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

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

Victor ignored the girl and placed food on the table.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until she came.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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janumun · 3 years

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Engraved Within Memory (MLQC Lucien - NSFW Headcanons)

Game: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice Pairing: Lucien/Female Reader Rated: NSFW/18+

Warning Tags: vaginal fingering and sex, abandonment play, orgasm denial, mild bondage, situation manipulation, passing mentions of main story chapter 9

Summary: Delve into and discover some of the Professor’s not-so secret kinks.

Author’s Notes: Oooh okay! We're doing kink exercises for our favorite, hot Professor. Thank you for asking for this! He makes me fan my face every second he makes me sit through that incinerating, BDE presence on screen. 🥴 I don’t think there’s much out there that fazes this man and even less he might dislike, if at all. He’d be willing and very much up (BLESS HIM) for all manners of (depraved) play, were you to consent. Lucien’s pleasure greatly pivots on witnessing his partner’s reactions to what he does to them within the bedroom/otherwise; these head-canons tackle that visual-centric angle to his arousal, which I hope you’ll enjoy reading! 😉✨

(You will never know how) Lucien takes a certain degree of delight in being able to witness you caught unawares. He's often a step several ahead of you.

You might inform him you'd be swinging by his office and when you do, stood in front of his door. Hand poised to knock upon polished wood before you feel his presence close behind and then that gentle, low baritone as it warms his welcome of you. A genuine smile and two cups of coffee - still steaming, in their holders - ready for you.

That first look of startled surprise and a mouth mimicking that expression; shaped into a silly O. Before it rapidly relaxes into joy and a smile so wide, it jostles him a little, how you manage to express such ready happiness, every single time without fail.

Truly, he never tires of it, the myriad of your reactions. Some of the best ones always earned in that swift moment in between oblivion and realization.

That space in between fleeting uncertainty and then familiarity, to know who exactly is approaching her. Lucien does derive satisfaction from that feeling of watching your mild disconcertion surface, then scatter at his often calculated probing. A sign of your trust.

He isn't unpleasant about it nor is it his intent to frighten you. The man wouldn't take any pleasure in truly distressing you - it is not your discomfort he seeks after all, rather your adoration he finds comfort in.

And if you agree to let him, he is willing to show you how very rewarding your act of trust can be.

One who's never sparing with his encouragement and guidance, the Professor's asking you if you're feeling alright, if everything's good for you. Even as long fingers slip to tie your hands with soft silks, your eyes covered with cloth, just as exquisite.

Working you into a position of kneeling, center and upright, upon the bed.

"You're doing so well, agápi̱ mou." He makes sure to praise. Makes sure you hear him, mouth moving right against your earlobe. Lips parting to worry the flesh in soft strokes before he withdraws.

His eyes are on you, breathing in and observing all. Just as they often are, when he takes the time to relish the sight of you waiting for him, restless fingers moving to tuck stray locks of hair behind your ear or smoothing your outfit for your date. Right before he moves to join you.

He lets himself join you now, tapered digits working themselves into the gap in between folded thighs to trace a vertical pattern across your already damp panties and you inhale in a startled gasp; sharp and beautiful. Better than when you are actually able to watch him and confirm his presence immediately.

He observes the tensing of muscles, the fine tremble of flesh; to be unaware of how he might touch you next. Awaiting, bated breaths.

He can feel that pleased smile, not as gentle - hardly gentle - as you see it often, against lips he presses into your cheek.

Taking a few moments to confirm your comfort and consent still. Pulling that cheek into a nibbling bite in praise when you nod your head, breathless with your foreign experience.

Fingers just as careful, curling into the space of your legs, but this time, he lets them slip right underneath your soaked underwear to touch, direct and warm.

Watching you break into a stilted shiver, as if you weren't quite prepared for the way those long digits gather speed, pulsing into your drenched pussy - in and out - hurtling you closer to an orgasm… before he stops. And withdraws.

Watches you struggle to complain against the cruelty of it all, teeth sinking bitter into lower lip. Voice trembling on the single sound of his name.

He instructs you to stay still for him, that it's alright and to not worry about the copious fluid that drenches your thighs to drip in between them and on to the sheets.

He'll touch you once more, if he so pleases. And if you're good.

He might continue in that manner, torturous. Pleasurable when he decides you've been waiting long enough. Unhurried mouth and tongue moving across each inch of exposed flesh as if he'd never left, fingers back to sliding within your pussy.

Before withdrawing.

Lucien might decide to tug at that leash just that little bit, might make you believe he leaves the room and you, for extended periods of time - he never does, he stays right by you - just to see that anxiety heighten and flourish. Seeking him. Thighs rubbing in rising need of friction.

Unabated joy leaving on moans and gasps of his name when he rewards you, your pleas of him to not leave and continue this time. All the way through.

He could drag his little pleasure charade for hours on end, letting his own arousal go untouched; the tight fit of his trousers turning unbearable, just to feast on that sight of you, so in need of him. Or if you ask him to release you, using the protective net of your set and agreed boundaries, your safety word.

It isn't something he might ask you to indulge in on the regular - after all, he does take great pleasure in witnessing your enjoyment as well, when you're both unbound and touching each other.

… Unless you ask him to.

Help him preserve that color of yours, help him stain you onto an eternity within his mind and upon the glossed surface of photographs.

The man needs to have your memories together, as tokens and souvenirs, to look back on to. Very fond of capturing you within the lens of his camera, as observed in multiple karmas of his.

Tying in to that need to watch and carefully tuck in each precious expression on his butterfly; whether it be her joy or irritation, tears or her satisfaction, Lucien lives for each and every single facet of your color spilling into his life.

His life's monotone; continuous throughout his years whether it be in forgettable encounters, or the wash of monochrome across his world since receiving his Evol.

The tragedies of times past, of nights stained with biting rain and reeking of blood and loss, seem distant now, a flitting ghost of pain. Nothing had truly captured his thoughts before you.

And after you—

He wishes to not miss a single moment, every single memory he'd like to imprint within for all the times he cannot.

Traces of you he keeps tucked; within his wallet. A small photograph secreted into the inner pocket of his lab coat. Pictures adorned within frames, on your suggestion - his shelves seem much more bright now.

More private, treasured images he keeps developed and safe-guarded.

Appreciating every bit of help you can provide in increasing his collection of shots.

Spread upon their bed, just as the scatter of her hair across the covers. Leg thrown wide and open to let him witness glistening folds in between as she works her delicate fingers in circular motions.

The dark perk of pebbled nipples, ripe. Tears staining flushed cheeks in her overwhelming arousal when he’s inside her, fingers of a hand splaying across her lower abdomen as if those seeking digits could feel for him settled deep in between her legs.

Lucien's arousal strains to life once more at the thought of her slick, along the length of him, her taste on an insatiable tongue. The rise of her hips, the back of her ass, visible through the lens of the camera as it clicks shut.

And when she requests to model; eyes wide, just as those plump, slick lips around the girth of his cock. Angling that coy look his way as she lets him go with a tiny pop of a sound, laying a kiss upon the tip of him, to the click of a shutter hiding a satisfied smile.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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yourssinfullyquiche · 3 years

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Pudding au caramel

Here's a short headcanon on Victor which I had in my notes a few months ago. Victor's sarcasm always makes me laugh because I can relate to it to a certain extent.

This was partially based on true events😉

Victor x reader (You)

WC: 444

Beta: @playheej, @litteidiot

Warning: Pure sweetness to entice your heart!❤️

Enjoy!

Both of you were watching MasterChef — a show that both of you have come to love. Of course, the first time you made him watch, Victor was all: “It’s a waste of time. If you didn't pay attention to this much nonsense, you could've accomplished something good by now. Like finishing that report, which is due tomorrow."

After much playful banter and coaxing from you, he finally caved in and it has since become a tradition to watch together; evidently because the show revolves around food and your darling husband is the best cook in the world (even if you don’t directly praise him,,, it’s not like he doesn’t know, in fact he mercilessly teases you about it).

You definitely love that show, not only because of the delicious food which leaves you always getting pampered with more desserts from Victor (even though he refuses at first,, not that some cajoling wouldn’t help) but also because you enjoy watching him trash the contestants for their ‘uncalled’ decisions.

“Is he stupid? How does he think it’s going to set in 8 minutes? Even with a blast chiller it’s impossible; it’s a mousse for god’s sake”.

Contestant in the show: “...and I ran to the chiller and got out the mousse. Ughhh, it hasn’t set yet. I’m devastated...!”

Victor: “You think.”（；¬＿¬)

It’s nice watching the spectacle before you, especially when you’re not the victim of his effortless sarcastic remarks.

The sad part came — the contestant eliminated today was Jess. Her kindness magnetized everyone and they all had such a close bond together — all the other contestants started sobbing.

Your eyes start glistening a little too and you try to stop it; you avoid eye contact with Victor knowing full well how he’d react — but it was too late.

“Dummy, are you crying” followed by a deep silky chuckle.

Oh shit.

“Well..so what if I am!?...She was good!”, you avoid Victor’s gaze and try leaving the living room to your huge bathroom.

Victor stops you by grabbing your hand and forces you to face him.

“Look at me.”

“No! I know you’re going to mock me”

He pulls you down and hugs you from behind.

“Look at me.”

“What!” ಠಗಠ

“Dummy, you know she’s good, yes it’s sad but this will be the stepping stone towards her success…

“Hmm...I know,” you smile while kissing his jaw.

“The pudding must’ve been cooled already ,” Victor eyed you with a kittenish look.

(ෆ’∀’ෆ)

As the both of you head into the kitchen to savour the creamy caramel pudding, Victor thought to himself that life would be dull without his dummy.

Delve into my world

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ventiquemr · 3 years

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Big brain Sho 🧠 😏

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ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart · 3 years

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𝕀𝕟 𝕄𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 (ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎)

𝓥𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶!𝓓𝓸𝓶! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice/Dream Date

Smut/18+

Tags: Edging, a little bit of degrading, impact play, use of restraints, fingering, vaginal sex, masturbation, thigh riding.

Feel free to request, my lubs. <3

*After much begging, Victor finally agrees to let you “dominate” him.*

*So I wanted to try my hand at writing a female dominatrix, but I had a really hard time since I’m nowhere near to having a dominating personality.*

~Part 2 coming soon~

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

~*~*~*~

You knew what he was thinking. He probably thinks there’s no way you could pull it off. That you’re not someone who could dominate. You could only let yourself be dominated…by him.

But no. And now, on the night of your birthday, after many unsuccessful tries, he finally agrees. He finally lets you ‘have your way with him,’ as he put it.

But you could see that sly smirk on his face. His eyes that said ‘don’t worry, you won’t last long. You’ll be begging for me to fuck you by the end of the night.’ It irked you to your very core. He didn’t take you seriously. But that’s gonna change. Tonight.

“Let’s see what you have in store for me, darling,” he chuckled, peering at your face smugly as your leaned over to wrap the leather cuffs around his hands and latch them onto the chains connected to the bed posts. “Don’t go easy on me now, love.”

You look down at him, scoffing, then moved on to his ankles.

There’s no ‘probably’ about it. He for sure thinks you can’t pull it off. He probably thinks that he’d get away with a few measly slaps before you finally let him release inside you, but no. Your determination is endless and your imagination is wild. You don’t plan on stopping until he’s descended into nothing more than a broken, whimpering mess; aching for release, begging to shoot his load in your pussy.

“And…one final touch,” you whispered, nibbling at his ear before slipping the blindfold over his eyes. “Sucks you won’t see how much I’m going to enjoy this. But you’ll definitely feel it.”

Your hand trailed down his abdomen, your other hand caressing a gentle thumb against his bottom lip. You cupped his member, palming it causing his face to grimace slightly, but he held it in. You pressed it harder, eliciting a growl from him.

He could feel your breaths against his lips and the slightest brush of your lips against his, but that was it. He wanted to lift his head to claim those beautiful lips of yours, but he’s not going to let you win. After all, to him, this will be over soon. He knows…or does he…that you’d give in and let him plow into you like he always does. And you’ll writhe beneath him, like you always do.

You dragged your tongue across his lip, then down to his jaw, then to his neck, to his chest, sucking and nipping at his nipples. His face contorted in a slight grimace once more, but it wasn’t the least bit satisfying to you. You wanted to hear him. But he was holding them in.

Scowling, you got off of him and grabbed what he usually used on you, waving it around so he could hear it whish through the air.

“Do you know what I’m holding, love?” You giggled, twirling it in your hand.

“How am I supposed to know? I’m blindfolded, remem-“

Without warning, your swung it down, cutting through the air before landing on his nipple with a loud ‘slap.�� The chains rattled as he squirmed against the impact, his words cut off by his throaty, subdued, groan.

“Guess,” you said, your voice laced with irritation at his tone.

His face turned to your direction; his mouth angled at a vengeful frown.

“The crop.”

You brought the crop down again, this time on the other nipple, causing his whole body to flinch once more.

“Good. Don’t forget whose hand it’s in now, got it?”

“Yes…”

You brought it down again, this time not really aiming for his nipples, but at other parts of his torso. He growled again; his fingers gripping tightly against the chains, trying to hold on to whatever control he thinks he has.

“Yes what, pet?”

“Yes…m-master.” He struggled to get it out, his face red with embarrassment.

“Good boy,” you cooed, dragging the crop down his torso, to the hardening bulge between his legs. “Look at you. You get off on this, don’t you? And here I thought I would have a hard time getting you…hard. But it seems like I had nothing to worry about.”

You crawled over him, straddling him as you pressed your core against his bulge, grinding.

“Looks like my little pet is quite the pervert, hm?” You knew he could hear the smirk in your voice as you leaned down to whisper to him. “You’re so hard already. I want you inside me, Victor.”

You could feel him squirming beneath you, itching to fuck you senselessly. But that’s not how it’s going to work tonight. You don’t plan on giving in. The only way he’s going to cum inside you is if he begged well enough.

“Look at you,” you whispered, pressing your body against his; your tongue trailing up his neck. “Seeing you like this…makes me so…wet.”

Your hand slid down his body as you rubbed your core against him, before pushing your underwear aside, slipping a finger inside your wet cunt.

“Mmm.” You could see the unmistakable twitch of his clenched jaw as you let your head nuzzle against the crook of his neck, moaning as your fingers plunged deep inside you.

He knew what you were doing. With every thrust of your fingers, he could feel the back of your hand rubbing against him. With every single movement, he could feel your breast squished against his chest.

It killed him, and you knew, to have you so damn fucking close, but be unable to touch you with his hands. To be unable to grip onto to the plumpness of your body.

He expected a couple slaps, yes. He expected a couple denials…edgings…yeah…But he certainly did not expect you to finger yourself right in front…no…right on top of him.

You could feel his dick twitch with every slight contact. You could see his grip on the chains harden with every single moan that left your lips.

You pulled your fingers out, the sound of your wetness evident as you did, and held it up to his mouth, swiping at his lips.

“Suck.”

Slowly, sensually, you watched him lick it off his lips, then proceed to suck on your fingers, his tongue expertly navigating its way around and between your fingers, not missing a single spot.

The warmth of his mouth sent pleasure coursing throughout your body, and for a second, you contemplated whether you should just unchain him, right now, so he could fuck you.

But no, you remembered how long it took to get him to agree to this. It would be a waste not to savor every bit of the moment he was in your control, and every bit of his agonizing need for you.

You slipped your fingers out with a ‘pop’ before stepping off the bed, ridding yourself of your underwear, the last of the clothing that covered you.

You pulled his boxers down, only to quickly realized that you wouldn’t be able to pull it off his chained legs. So, keeping in mind all the underwear he’s ruined by ripping them off, you grabbed a pair of scissors.

He flinched at the coldness of the steel as you slid it underneath his boxer briefs, snipping at the bothersome cloth.

“I liked those,” he stated plainly, you could practically see him rolling his eyes behind the blindfold.

You pressed a soft kiss against his still clothed bulge, watching him squirm at the gesture.

“Oh, would you like to keep them on then?”

“No.”

“I thought so,” you chuckled, his cock sprang free just as you cut the last piece of cloth holding it down, but you didn’t touch him just yet.

You shifted your position, your hands planted on his chest as you straddled his thick muscular thigh. Reaching down, you spread your pussy lips apart, then pressed it down on his bare thigh, grinding, allowing him to feel your wetness.

His leg flinched, trying to meet the grinding of your hips, but was quickly reminded of his restraints. He took a deep, frustrated breath; his brows furrowed as he let his leg fall back down on the bed, and remain there motionless.

You reach down, playing with his balls, before attempting, but failing, to wrap your hand around his full girth; his pre-cum leaking from his tip only to drip down to your hand.

He sighed at the long-awaited contact, relishing in your hand stroking him as you rode his thigh. Soon after, the movement of your hips built up to a wild rhythm, your hand falling in sync as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

The sound of your moans…The loud fapping as your hand gripped at his cock, mercilessly stroking him…Your trembling hand holding tightly on to his shoulder as you rubbed that sopping wet cunt on his thigh. It all drove him fucking mad.

He wanted to fuck you. God, he wanted to fuck you so bad.

He was close. You could hear it in his heaving breaths. You could see it in the way his muscles bulged, pulling on the restraints above his head. You could feel it in the way his balls tightened. And right when you knew he was about to cum…you stopped.

He yanked on the restraints, obviously peeved at the fact you edged him.

Instead, you ground yourself harder against him. Grinding faster and faster, feeling that familiar pressure build up in your stomach, getting tighter and tighter, until finally, it snapped.

You fell onto his chest, your chest pushing against him as you heaved. Your hot breaths tickled his neck as your body trembled against his.

Usually, he’d love the feeling of your trembling, orgasming body against his…usually. But right now, he just wanted to touch you. He turned his head towards you, feeling your sweaty forehead against his cheek, trying to initiate some form of his own contact with you. He wanted to touch you.

“Enough,” he mumbled, nuzzling his cheek against your forehead. “You win. I give up.”

You nuzzled against him even more, your eyes drifting down to his dick, contemplating whether you accept his surrender.

“Aww, I wanted to edge you even more,” you muttered, your fingers mindlessly tracing circles around his nipple.

Not gonna lie…you wanted to see him cry and beg for you to let him cum, like you sometimes did…but…you knew how hard it must’ve been for him to utter just those five words.

We’ll take it little by little.

“I want to touch you, y/n…” his face turned away from you, glad that the blindfold kept you from seeing too much of his red face as he muttered the one word you never thought he’d say. “…please.”

You couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped your lips as you pushed yourself off of him.

“Reaaallllly?” you asked, happiness clearly evident in your voice as you squeezed his face between your hands, squishing his cheeks.

He yanked his face out of your grasp, his brow furrowing in annoyance as he clicked his tongue.

“Idiot,” he scoffed, rubbing his thigh against yours the best he could with the restraints. “I always want to touch you.”

Your eyes widened a bit, seeing that flustered look on his face. Without thinking, you reached up, pulling the blindfold off of his eyes. He took in every inch of your body, every line and every curve. No matter how many times he’s seen it, it amazes him every single time.

“You’re trying to soften me up so I would untie you, aren’t you?” you mumbled, leaning in as your eyes bore intently into his; your lips just barely touching. “You sly dog.”

“Untie me.”

His eyes gazed into yours with the same ferocity, his breath tickling your lips as he spoke.

“So I can fuck you.”

He lifted his head, suddenly claiming your mouth with his; the ferocity in his eyes, now present in his kiss as he pushed his tongue in.

You wanted to pull away, but you couldn’t. Your body betrayed the dominatrix act you were trying to pull.

Fuck it.

You felt your hand sliding up his bulging arms, reaching for the restraint. It’s fine. You won already anyways. He said please…that’s technically begging…right? At least that’s what you told yourself.

Your hand stopped suddenly, a slight growl reverberating from his throat as you did. His eyes narrowed at you, as he nipped at your lip.

“You want to fuck me?” you grinned, pulling away from him. “You don’t need to be untied to fuck me.”

You lifted your hips, reaching down to guide his member to your entrance. He gripped on the chains; his head thrown back as you slid the tip in. You leaned forward, kissing and sucking at his exposed neck as you brought yourself down, painstaking slow, feeling your walls stretching to every inch of his large cock.

His throat vibrated beneath your lips, as an elongated “fuck” sounded from his lips.

You whimpered, finally taking in all of him…You could feel him throbbing inside you and it drove you crazy. You lifted yourself up, promptly slamming yourself back down to elicit another groan from both of you. You leaned back, hands on his knees, watching him struggling, yanking against the chains holding his hands back.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. There you were. In front of him. Your breast fucking bouncing along with you. Your fucking voice moaning out his name. Your pussy stretching around his cock as he watched it slide in and out of you. But that’s it. That’s all he could do. Just watch and yank at the damn chains.

“F-Fuck…V-Victor…Victor…” Your eyes looked at him, half-lidded, relishing in how he struggled to hold himself together. That clenched jaw can only hold in so much.

You shifted your hands onto his shoulder, gripping as you brought yourself down faster and harder, chasing another release, but you could feel your legs reaching their limit. But you could tell that he was reaching his limit as well.

With your last bit of energy, you milked his cock as hard as you can, his head thrown back again as grunts and groans fell, unconstrained, from his lips. You brought your hips down, legs trembling, one final time, just as he was about to come…and pulled out.

He let out a loud frustrated groan as you leaned forward, resting your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

“Fuck, y/n,” he grumbled, pressing his face against your neck, inhaling deeply, trying to stabilize his rapid breaths. “I said I give up, y/n. You win. You win! Just…Just…untie me already. Come on, y/n. Please. I even said please.”

There was a slight crack in his voice…and a big crack in his ego as he mumbled those words to you, his nose nuzzling against the crook of your neck.

You laughed, placing a firm kiss on his lips, nibbling a bit before you pulled back to look at him.

“Okay.”

The look in his eyes as the word left your lips said only one thing: I’m going to destroy that pussy.

~*~*~*~

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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sunshinejihyun · 3 years

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Falling Hard (Before Reaching for the Stars) - Gavin

Author’s note: this is written for the lovely @birdcopsfangirlsblog for her even lovelier request. The prompts being “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”, “Can I kiss you?”, and ‘Kissing on sofa, foreheads pressed together, breathy, soft tender’. I really enjoyed writing this one, thank you Carla!

Also I would like to extend a great thank you to Gavin’s cult leader, @beautiful-mystic-mess and @playheej, your Gavin knowledge is unmatchable and really helped me personalize this to character.

Summary: Feelings come to fruition late one night, when Gavin finds himself in a vulnerable position

Warnings: general spoilers to Gavin’s plot in the early game

Word count: 1407

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Gavin was tired.

It was the time of night where the bustling of the city quieted down except for the sounds of a basketball pounding on pavement. Gavin had been done with work for hours and subconsciously on his way home, he flew up to her balcony and slid the door open to join her on her small couch.

She welcomed him in with a soft smile and reached over to the side table to grab the box of chocolates she had sitting next to her, holding it out to Gavin as a silent offer. Based on the amount of chocolates missing, Gavin knew she had been editing for hours - far longer than she should be. He quietly took a chocolate and opened the coffee table’s drawer to grab one of the comic books she had stashed there for him when Gavin kept her company during her late nights editing.

He knew not to bother her, it’d only cause her to lose her concentration and that’s the last thing he wanted to happen. The more she concentrated, the faster she’d be able to finish and take care of herself but until then, Gavin was more than happy to take care of her.

After he finished the comic, Gavin took himself to the kitchen and made two sandwiches, one for himself and one for the overworked girl on the couch. She looked up when he reentered and flashed him a smile, one that went straight to Gavin’s heart and permanently embedded itself there.

“Want to take a break and eat something?” He handed her the plate and she glanced wistfully at her computer screen once more before closing it and gratefully accepting the sandwich. “What are you working on tonight?”

“It’s another interview with Mr. Noah from Lynn’s Kitchen, talking about how much the letter board has blossomed since our last episode about it.” She said around a mouthful of the peanut butter and jelly. “He talks about his wife with so much love and I want to edit it to show that but it’s hard fitting it in the time frame available.”

Gavin chewed his sandwich thoughtfully for a moment. “Would you rather focus on the love he has for her, or the bulletin board?”

“Love is what made the board flourish.” She replied, picking the sandwich crust off the other half. “Without it, there’d be nothing.”

Gavin’s heart fluttered at that. Even though she wasn’t talking about his friendship with her, those words resonated in his heart, right next to that bright smile she gave him earlier. High school is where his feelings for her began, she rescued him that day he fell and she didn’t even notice. From that day forward, it’s like he saw her in a new light; her bright smile always made him feel like he could touch the brightest star in the sky and it would leave Gavin aching for another glance of it. Then he left school, he didn’t think he’d ever see her again.

Seeing her in the police department that day was a literal dream come true. He spent time building her trust, listening to her every thought, and learning about how her brain worked. Through that time, they grew into a comfortable friendship but every time he saw her smile, it was like he was back in high school watching her play piano from a window.

He loved her back then, but their slow friendship made that love flourish into something even brighter than the sun.

“Have you ever experienced a love like that?” Gavin asked her once he had finished his sandwich. His hands were clammy and he set the paper plate on the coffee table before wiping the sweat on his jeans. “One where it just makes it seem like the world is a little more kinder?”

“I’m not sure I’ve had a romantic one reciprocated, but I’ve definitely felt that way with some friendships.” She answered, setting her paper plate on top of his. “What about you?”

“I’d like to think so, but I’m not sure.”

A beat, and then her head tilted in the way it always did when she was curious about something. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

Gavin laughed at that. “You think anyone would kiss me? In high school, everyone was scared of me. Now, the only girl I hang out with is you.” Silence hung between them. “Have you?” Gavin wasn’t sure he wanted to hear her answer. If she had kissed Kiro, Victor, Lucien, or even - God forbid - Minor, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle knowing that. It could leave an empty hole in his heart.

But she shook her head no, and Gavin felt that maybe, just maybe… they could be each other’s first kiss.

Instead of either of them making a move, she cleared her throat and placed her laptop on her lap and once again got back to editing. Gavin reclined back on the couch and closed his eyes, the soft sound of her breathing and fingers tapping on the keyboard lulling him into a deep sleep.

Gavin awoke with a start, his eyes unfocused and his heartbeat pounding fast.

“Gavin, hey, it’s okay.” Her soft voice calmed him and he reached out to her, his fingers grazing her cheek. Her hand caught his own and pressed it to her cheek, holding it there. “It’s me. It’s just me, you’re okay.” Gavin rubbed his bleary eyes with his free hand and took a deep breath. She held tighter to his hand, like a lifeline to the real world for him. Without thinking, Gavin swept her into his arms, hugging her tightly to his chest. “Are you okay?” She asked, her arms wrapping around his middle and rubbing comforting circles.

“I am now,” Gavin admitted. She knew about his nightmares, how he relived the fire in his sleep. She knew, but she wouldn’t bring it up unless he did first. “Thank you.” She pulled back slightly, and Gavin released his tight hold on her but not quite letting go. His eyes had adjusted to the dark and he looked deeply into her eyes, full of concern and something else he couldn’t quite place. He would almost call it love.

“Gavin…” she trailed off, her eyes never leaving his own.

“Can I kiss you?” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he thought better of it and he tore his eyes from hers, looking down embarrassedly.

Instead of releasing her hold on him, her arms tightened and when he looked back to her, their noses brushed. Gavin leaned his forehead against her own and without saying anything, their lips brushed. Gavin wasn’t sure who closed the last few inches, and he couldn’t even bother thinking about that. Not when he was holding the girl he loved and kissing her like he needed it more than air.

Their lips broke from one another, but their foreheads were still tightly pressed together. Gavin was panting, and he could feel her breath coming out in heavy puffs as well. Gavin reached up to brush a piece of her hair behind her ear and she leaned into his hand.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his breath fanning over her face. She closed her eyes and turned her head to kiss the palm of his hand. “Everything about you is. Your heart, your soul, they shine to me.”

“You’re the reason the world seems a little more kind.” She admitted. Gavin’s heart swelled, the space that she occupied grew a little bigger.

“Are you done working for the night?” Gavin asked, pulling his hand away and glancing at her laptop. She nodded and he stood up, extending his hand to the girl who was still kneeling on the floor. She accepted his hand and he led her to her bedroom.

He’d been in there millions of times before but it felt more intimate this time, like a sacred place that he wasn’t supposed to be in. Kissing her once on the forehead, he tucked her blankets around her, smiling at her as she sleepily bid him goodbye.

Gavin left her apartment the same way he entered that night. When he came in he felt bogged down with a hard day's work on his shoulder. But leaving, he felt so light that he could touch the stars. Jumping off the balcony, that’s what he did; he reached for the stars.

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kjongslay · 3 years

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This is just a 3am rant but I wanna say that I used to be that fanfic reader who will like a post instead of reblogging it until one day, I came across a post about how the writer community is dying because of this. I mean, I do write myself but they were all mostly random scenarios that I have in my head so I didn’t really care much about exposure, but that post; it was like a wake-up call to me and since then, I’ve tried my best to reblog and express my appreciation either in sentence or tag forms because I truly admire all these talented, amazing writers && I just want y’all to know that. Without you, my fandom world (exo, got7, nct & mlqc) wouldn’t be as colourful as it is, you provided creative contents that really added value to my life as a fan and I can’t thank you enough for that 🥺🥺

#feel free to tag me in any of your writings!!#I’ll be damn glad to read & reblog it 🥰#just for the records #sometimes I liked the post first as I didn’t have the time to read it yet #the like kinda serves as a bookmark here I guess???#but fret not a reblog will be coming!#nct #exo #got7 #mlqc #mldd #nct fanfic #exo fanfic #got7 fanfic #mlqc fanfic #mldd fanfic #kjongslay rants

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citrakirana · 3 years

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Sakit Perut [FF-Victor]

Ini adalah cerpen yang dibuat berdasarkan SMS dari Weekly Mission di Mr. Love Dream Date.

Selamat menikmati!

Perutku sakit sekali. Sejak bangun tidur tadi, sudah empat kali bolak-balik ke kamar mandi. Lemas dan lunglai sekali rasanya. Padahal hari ini sudah janjian dengan Victor untuk menghadiri festival seni di alun-alun. Aku sudah susah payah kongkalingkong dengan Goldman agar jadwalnya bisa kosong hari ini, lalu tiba-tiba ....

Aaargh! Perutku sakit sekali!

Buru-buru ke kamar mandi lagi untuk yang kelima kali.

"Jangan bilang kamu masih di rumah." Satu chat masuk dari Victor.

Cepat-cepat kubalas sambil menggigit bibir. "Sebentar lagi. Perutku sakit lagi ...." Kuletakkan ponsel di kasur lalu buru-buru ke kamar mandi lagi.

Enam kali, hmmpft!

Menyebalkan sekali. Kepalaku mulai pusing, tetapi perutku masih saja melilit.

"... aku sudah memperingatkan, waktu kaumemilih yang ekstra pedas kemarin." Chat dari Victor lagi.

Kemarin aku mengajaknya mencicipi menu di rumah makan baru yang sedang viral karena menantang netizen untuk memakan mi paling pedas yang mereka punya. Aku hanya berani sampai level lima belas dari tiga puluh level kepedasan yang mereka tawarkan. Itu pun, lidahku rasanya sudah seperti terbakar.

"Sekarang, tahu rasa perutmu?" Huh, dia pasti mengejekku.

"Aku batalkan rencana hari ini karena kau sedang tidak sehat. Istirahat dulu di rumah."

Hiks, menyedihkan sekali. Sekarang aku harus menghabiskan hari ini sendirian. Nanti malam, Victor akan berangkat ke Paris untuk urusan bisnis. Katanya, mungkin akan membutuhkan waktu satu atau dua pekan di sana. Bakal lama sekali tidak bertemu dengannya.

Rasanya aku ingin menangis memikirkan itu. "Kau harus merasakan penderitaan agar dapat menikmati kesenangan .... Aku bisa mengatasinya," balasku.

"Bodoh ... kau tak harus merasakan penderitaan." Balasannya membuat air mataku benar-benar menitik.

"Tidak ada makanan mentah/berlemak/pedas lagi selama sepekan ke depan." Nah, dia mulai berlagak jadi ayahku. Menyebalkan sekali kalau sudah begini.

Cepat-cepat kuketikkan balasan. "Hmmpft! Apa kau tidak punya sesuatu pun yang sama sekali tak bisa kautolak?"

"Ada, tapi orang bodoh tidak akan tahu." Huh! Yang benar saja! Kulipat kaki hingga lutut bertemu dagu agar gejolak di perutku sedikit berkurang.

Baru saja hendak membalas, chat-nya sudah masuk lagi. "Aku ada di depan. Buka pintu."

Spontan aku menegakkan punggung dan buru-buru membuka pintu. Di sana, dia benar-benar berdiri dengan kemeja hitam dan celana hitam, sudah siap untuk menghadiri festival seni.

"Bagaimana keadaanmu?" tanyanya, memeriksa keningku dengan punggung tangannya. "Sepertinya tidak masalah," katanya, "tapi bibirmu pucat. Kau belum sarapan?"

Aku menggeleng. Rasa sakit di perutku tiba-tiba saja hilang. Victor dengan tenang melenggang masuk. "Pinjam dapurmu, biar kubuatkan bubur untuk sarapan."

Ah, ada Chef Souvenir memasakkan sarapan untukku, tak jadi ke festival seni pun aku rela. "Jadi kamu tadi chatting sambil menyetir?" tanyaku penasaran, "kok, bisa?"

"Orang bodoh memang tidak mungkin tahu ada teknologi baru yang bisa mengubah suara menjadi tulisan."

Menyebalkan! Menyesal sudah bertanya.

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lia-jones · 2 years

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Dear beautiful people...

Things have been quite hectic at work and I'm rarely in the right headspace to write, so I'll need to take a break. There is a lot to be written and refined and I want to give you the. Absolute. Best. Content. I. Can. But I can't right now, I'm utterly exhausted. I will have a two week break from work next week and I plan on doing a lot of sleeping and relaxing and writing, so I'm planning to post again on July 17th. I'm afraid that even after that I won't be able to post that regularly, but I will post. I will finish this story. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, but there is a lot to be done and many opportunities to be grabbed right now and I should focus on that. That's what I think Victor would tell me to do. Lots of love, and don't be a stranger. I'll be back, I promise!

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ellie-winthrope · 2 years

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Cloudburst - [Kiro]

It is the rainy season at Loveland City. Aside from the issues of soaking clothes and soggy shoes, the gloomy weather tends to make people melancholic, especially those who are on their own. During such times, it is surprisingly reassuring to talk to someone.

Word Count: 2548 words

The weather in Loveland City had been rather erratic recently. It could be sunny at the moment and then raining cats and dogs later when you least expect it.

Knowing this, the producer had always been traveling around with a foldable umbrella in her bag. As the saying goes, “better be safe than sorry”.

However, even with those preparations in place, she still couldn’t avoid being drenched to her skin. The rain was much heavier than she thought. She was completely exhausted after struggling against the heavy torrential downpour and strong gales throughout the twenty-minute walk home. By the time she reached home, she merely slumped to the floor after locking the door.

It was only when she had regained enough energy to stand back up on her feet that she took off her soggy shoes and dragged herself to take a warm shower. Feeling rejuvenated after the shower, the girl was viewing the latest weather forecast on her phone while drying her hair with a towel. According to the forecast, the current rainy weather was expected to last for at least another week and there might even be a thunderstorm occurring any time within this week.

With the current downpour already being terrible enough in her opinion, the girl couldn’t imagine being stuck in facing a thunderstorm while on her way home. Not to mention, most of her employees were also traveling to work on foot like herself. So, right after she had heard of the latest weather forecast, the girl had informed all her employees to work from home until the weather was stable enough for everyone to travel safely to work.

As an employer, the producer wasn’t particularly against the idea of working from home. Even though she wouldn’t disagree with the notion that one’s productivity in work might decrease due to being in the comfort of one’s home and the sense of freedom that came from having no one to directly supervise one’s work progress, she believed that it was still better to have this alternative option.

For her, she wouldn’t mind if her employees took it easy when working from home as long as they still delivered their work on time and she could reach them via calls when required. As a matter of fact, if it wasn’t because there were still some pending arrangement details for an urgent project, she would have let them off from work during this period.

After all, she knew full well how diligent her employees had been working, while she was out there seeking collaborative projects to increase her company’s value and to prevent LFG from pulling back their investment. Hence, they truly deserved to have some off-days.

Fortunately, it still wasn’t too late for her to give her employees that much-needed break. Ten minutes after she had sent out the work-from-home notice to her employees, she had received the final confirmation from the clients regarding the pending arrangement details of the urgent project. With this settled, she could officially allow her employees to have a break from work.

After sending a message to thank all her employees for their hard work, she also informed them that they will be on leave from work until further notice. Once she was done, the girl plopped herself face-down on the couch in the living room. Rolling over onto her back, she clutched her phone to her chest with an evident look of contentment.

Now, she could finally have some time for herself.

“Oh right! I should tell Kiro about this.”

Ever since Kiro first messaged her after recommending her show, “Miracle Finder”, on social media, they had been keeping in touch with one another via online chat. Their conversations could be related to anything, such as food, movies, work-related matters, the interesting things that they had stumbled upon in their daily lives or even idle talks.

Even though Kiro was a celebrity idol, which made him someone who was far beyond her reach, let alone chat with frequently, she had never felt daunted by his fame or social status. She didn’t know why, but she always felt like she could talk about anything with Kiro, be it joyful or unhappy things.

That was why he was the first person she had thought of sharing the news of her holiday.

[Yay! I am finally free from work as of today! V^-^V]

It didn’t take more than five seconds for her to receive a reply that made her giggled.

[That’s great! I hereby declared that the Slacker Alliance is officially established!]

Compared to her, Kiro was certainly more hectic when it came to his work schedule as a celebrity. However, his workload had also been affected by the rainy weather. Once he had completed all the indoor-related shootings, his manager had decided to give him a break since they had to wait until the weather had cleared up in order to continue with the outdoor shootings. After all, no one wanted to risk getting the celebrity idol sick.

Ever since then, Kiro had proclaimed himself to be a slacker and had been lamenting on how he was still missing her as his slacker partner. It was to be expected that he would be delighted now that she was free from work too.

[Still, it’s a shame that we will both be stuck at home due to the weather.]

[Why? Are you missing me, Miss Chips?]

His message was followed by a smirking emoji.

Blushing at having her innermost thoughts exposed, the girl pursed her lips while typing out her reply.

[I am just thinking how boring it would be since there aren't many entertaining things to do at home.]

[So, Miss Chips doesn’t miss me… T.T]

The girl’s lips had curled up unknowingly and she shook her head helplessly at the thought of Kiro pouting while typing those childish words. To behave childishly without turning people off, none could have done it as effortlessly as Kiro. If she was like any of his fangirls, she would have fallen for his words and admitted that she missed him, just to not make him be any more disappointed.

But, she knew Kiro better than any fangirls and she was aware that he was only pretending to be saddened in order to coax her into confessing her feelings. Not wanting to let him have his way, the girl decided to play dumb.

[Didn’t we just have a video call last night?]

[Which Miss Chips rejected the first time...]

[That is because I had just gotten out of the shower and hadn't fully dried myself off!]

Few would ever talk to Kiro in such a casual manner. Then again, the girl had never been one to walk on eggshells around him, which was why they have been able to converse with each other with ease. They had always held nothing back between themselves.

At the very least, she alone had never felt the need to do so.

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Kiro had always found it mysterious, how the rainy weather tends to make one feel melancholic. The gloomy and dark skies outside, the silence that permeated the air within the vast house, all these had further accentuated a sense of solitude. Having been confined indoors due to the weather and not having much to do, anyone would naturally be contemplative.

While in such a pensive mood, Kiro pondered over the thoughts that he usually put behind him.

Loneliness.

Would anyone ever believe that a well-loved celebrity like Kiro, who had legions of fans worldwide, would ever feel lonely?

To the public, Kiro was a bright star, whose radiance never dimmed and continued to illuminate others without fail. It might never occur to them at all that there would also be moments when a star will lose its radiance.

Not surprising since people tended to only notice the beautiful side of things. It was likely for them to have overlooked the fact that beyond the lights and glamor of the stage, Kiro was just like everyone else, an ordinary person.

He too will be overwhelmed by others’ expectations of him and be weary from having to always put up a strong front in order to not disappoint said expectations.

He too wished to be comforted when things were difficult, to have someone praise him for trying so hard all the time or to tell him that it was alright to not push himself too hard and to take a breather sometimes.

Despite everything, Kiro was someone who was always harsh towards himself.

Instead of giving in to those yearnings, he chose to bottle up his feelings and carried on in maintaining his flawless image to the public. Facing the world on his own, the only thing that kept him going was a certain hope, which was further reinforced by his mentor’s words at the airport right before Kiro departed for America.

Back then, the boy thought that he had hidden his emotions well, but somehow his mentor still saw through him and had given Kiro a firm hug as he consoled the fifteen-year-old boy.

“Kiro, everyone came to this world alone and will eventually leave this world in the same way. But that doesn’t mean that we are fated to be alone throughout our lives. One day, you will meet others, aside from Eva and myself, who will accept everything about you and love you as you are.”

The famous French singer, Eva Seidel, was the closest person to a mother figure to Kiro. She was also the one who had suggested for him to continue his studies in America. While this suggestion was undoubtedly beneficial for his future, it was merely because Eva and his mentor were strongly in favor of this option that Kiro decided to go to America, despite his reluctance to part with his mentor and leave France.

Kiro couldn’t hide his skepticism from showing on his face after hearing his mentor’s words. He deeply admired and respected his mentor, but he couldn’t find it within himself to hope, let alone believe, that his mentor’s words would come true.

“You might find it hard to believe now, but mark my words, kiddo,” said his mentor with a reassuring smile as he patted Kiro’s shoulder firmly. “As long as you don’t close off your heart and boldly accept those hands that have reached out to you, you will never be alone.”

That was the last face-to-face talk he had with KEY.

Even now, he still didn’t believe there would be others who would accept his flaws and imperfections, but he kept his mentor’s words in mind.

In any case, there was someone who Kiro had always hoped to meet again someday; the little girl who promised to treat him to donuts once they had escaped from that dreadful place. He wished that she would be one of those people that his mentor mentioned will accept him as himself. It was the hope of meeting her again that had kept him going throughout the years after his mentor’s disappearance.

When Kiro eventually did met the girl again, he found out that she didn’t remember anything from the past. Even so, he thought that it was for the best. With this, they would be able to start afresh without those traumatic memories from their childhood and he would be able to show her only the best of himself.

Nonetheless, whenever he was with her, he felt so at ease that he always ended up behaving unreservedly. The girl had never shunned him for it. Instead, she had oftentimes told him that she liked him that way.

Kiro didn’t truly believe her back then and stubbornly continued to hide his weaknesses from her. She was too precious to him and he was afraid of putting her off. Even the mere thought of her disliking him was unbearable, let alone the idea of her leaving him.

To Kiro, his existence in the world was precarious and heavily-dependent on his fame as an idol, which in turn, was reliant on the adoration from his fans. Oftentimes, he wasn’t even sure whether those adorations were genuine or due to the influence of his Evol.

This sense of insecurity caused him to be particularly mindful of people’s perception of him. In order to prove that his popularity wasn’t due to the influence of his Evol but due to his own efforts in giving the best performance to the public, he never stopped pushing himself to the limit.

The girl was the one who had reminded him time and again that there was no need for him to overexert himself in order to be accepted by others. She was the one who had noticed his hidden insecurities and acknowledged his efforts. It was her voice that had pulled him from the darkness of his own mind that threatened to engulf him.

She was his pillar of strength.

Whenever he was low in spirits, he would just need to hear her voice during a phone call, see her smiling face during a video call or read back the past messages between them, then he would feel completely better.

[That was because I had just gotten out of the shower at that time and hadn't fully dried myself off!]

Just like now, Kiro couldn’t stop himself from grinning as they continued to message back and forth between themselves about trivial matters.

[Really (o-O) ? Why do I feel like Miss Chips is purposely avoiding me?]

[Of course not!]

[Hmm…then Miss Chips has to prove it.]

Before she could send out a reply, Kiro had initiated a video call between them by clicking on the video camera icon on the top right side of his phone screen.

The girl had accepted the call within seconds. However, she must have done so in a rushed manner because the sight that greeted Kiro on the phone screen was the girl hiding the lower half of her face behind a couch pillow. Finding her posture to be adorable, he decided not to say anything about her disheveled hair.

“Yoo-hoo, Miss Chips!” greeted Kiro cheerfully while waving at the phone screen. “Glad to see me?”

Although he couldn’t see the lower half of her face, he could tell that the girl was miffed based on her narrowed eyes.

“Kiro! Why so suddenly? I didn’t even have time to prepare myself.”

“It’s okay, Miss Chips is always adorable.” He grinned mischievously and winked at the screen. “As for the sudden video call, it’s the best way to prove whether Miss Chips is avoiding me or not. Unless … you want me to go over to your place to meet you directly?”

The girl’s eyes had widened for a second before she shook her head vigorously and clutched the pillow closer to her face.

“No! It’s raining heavily outside! You mustn’t go out!”

Hearing this, Kiro laughed.

“Don’t worry, I am just kidding about coming over. Actually, there’s another reason for the video call. It’s because…”

Kiro deliberately dragged the end of his words for a while before he broke into a warm smile.

“I miss you a lot, Miss Chips.”

He suddenly recalled his mentor’s words and he thought maybe KEY was right.

No one was meant to be alone in life.

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timelessduet · 3 years

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For Victor: 2nd Entry

I’d like to dedicate this work to @sayumiht, a co-Victor stan who made this suggestion. Hope you like it. <3

Subtle Jealousy

Victor is a serious guy. As a CEO, he exudes intimidating and powerful aura wherever he goes. You can probably say everyone fears respects him. That includes her. But it was only at first.

MC still has high respect for Victor as a boss and investor of her company but things were different now. Before, she was as intimidated and fazed to the CEO of LFG like everyone else. That maybe he was just all business and nothing else. He wouldn’t waste time on nonsensical things especially if it won’t bring him any good or benefit. But now... she doesn’t feel that gap anymore.

It‘s probably because she's the object of his hidden affections and love. At first, he was indeed annoyed and mad at her for doing things wrong or talking back to him. He couldn’t tolerate such behavior. With her though, that he changed. He tried to be more patient and accept such changes to his once constant and uneventful life.

Victor admits he suppressed his feelings for her because he had a promise to fulfill for someone in his past. Who would’ve thought that the person he searched for the longest time was her all along?

The people closest to Victor know he isn’t a vocal person. He never really tells what he’s feeling. No matter who it was. That is until he admitted all his feelings to MC after confirming she also felt the same.

He was adamant to confessing first. It wasn’t because of pride or fear of being rejected. Victor considered her side and what she’d feel if that situation was to happen. Him telling her what he truly felt which was out of his character and her being put in a tight spot. He knew of all people how kind the girl he fell in love was. If anything, she’d give a dumb face out of surprise but in the end smile.

But Victor also thought how it would be in her shoes. He wasn’t the one who’d be dealing with a confession from him. It was her. She’ll have the burden choice whether she’ll accept or reject it. And depending on her decision, she’ll have to face the corresponding repercussions. He was well aware being linked to him meant the scrutiny of the public and everyone at work.

Luckily, she felt the same and they got together. After all those years of waiting, Victor is finally with her. Although there were slight changes after being in a relationship, one thing hasn’t change: he was still unable to convey what he felt into words properly.

Victor: What are you doing? You’ve been texting on your phone for quite awhile now. Don’t even think about complaining to me that you’re feeling dizzy or your head hurts later.

MC is currently on her way to work together with Victor in his car.

MC: Almost done. I’m currently talking to Professor Lucien and asking his advice about the current program we’re doing.

Considering the field of work, Victor understood MC had to meet and talk to different people everyday. Even he had the same thing going on. But he can’t help but feel a sudden distaste upon hearing another man’s name. He kept his eyes on the road but had a change in mood instantly.

Victor: Professor Lucien? You could’ve just come to me for advice.

MC: Huh? Should I ask advice from you regarding a neuroscience topic for a show? You’re being a bit weird today, Mr. CEO. The topic is Professor Lucien’s specialty. Plus I heard from Goldman you have a very busy schedule these past few days so I wouldn’t want to bother you with such matter. It’s all taken care of. Don’t worry.

The girl explained it to him but for some reason that even he couldn’t explain, he was silently becoming more and more irritated. With the looks of it, everyone at work will be his outlet.

Victor: Can you tell me what this is?

Victor said while looking sharply at the department heads. He was already in a foul mood after what happened while going to work and as much as he didn’t want to vent his annoyance to his subordinates, they weren’t being any help.

Department head 1: Sir it’s... we’ll revise the report as soon as possible.

Department head 2: We’re very sorry about this, Sir.

Victor: As you should. Get back to work. You’re all dismissed. Send me the revised report through email by the end of the day.

This wasn’t a great day at all. Victor was used to having tons of work and meetings but today particularly, he felt stressed and fatigued.

Goldman: Sir, MC called and just informed she’d be cancelling her meeting with you today. She said there was a sudden event invitation from her alma mater that she needed to attend to.

For one, Victor didn’t believe in luck. But why did it seem like he was quite unlucky today? He pinched the bridge of his nose before asking his secretary if there were still things he needed to attend to for the day.

Goldman: The last on your schedule for the day is with Miss MC, Sir. Since she cancelled, should we have the teleconference with A Company moved this afternoon instead?

The supposed meeting with MC was business related and her giving him a report but he also considers moments like that as some time off from his busy schedule. But now...

Victor: Don’t change anything. We’ll proceed to having the teleconference as scheduled. I’ll take my leave early so have the car ready.

Goldman was surprised the CEO would leave work very early which was unlike him but he didn’t say a word and did as he was told.

Seeming as to how he’s becoming more and more restless, Victor decided to give her a call. What happened next made him feel like he’s been soaked with freezing cold water.

Gavin: Hello, you’ve called MC’s phone. This is Gavin. I’m taking the call for her since she went for the restroom and left her phone with me. What’s...

Without hearing any further, Victor ended the call. It was rude and very unlike him to do have such behavior considering his professionalism and objective way of doing things but this...

Goldman: Sir, aren’t you going to Loveland High to meet Miss MC?

Victor: Change of plans. I’m tired. Go straight home.

Victor was sure MC wasn’t doing anything unfaithful or of the likes behind his back but what was it he was feeling? It was very unpleasant and foreign to him that he just couldn’t explain.

After reaching his home, Victor did his usual routines and finally rested on the sofa. He wasn’t fond of watching television but since his girlfriend produced tv shows... he bought a tv for the living area. Opening the tv, the program on was an interview with a famous superstar.

Interviewer: I see. This is a question many of your fans are curious about. Can we know what our favorite superstar’s future dream projects are?

Kiro: I think I’ve been able to do many projects thanks to my management and fans. But now, I really really want to have a project produced by MC. MC if you’re listening lets do a program together.

So even this young superstar knows his girlfriend. At this point, he wasn’t surprised. Coming to his senses, Victor thought this was normal. She was a producer earning her own reputation in the industry. He should be happy and proud about it and yet... he can’t keep his emotions in check.

Turning off the tv, Victor let out a sigh. He was lost in thought. Why was he feeling this way? He opened his phone thoughtlessly and flashed was his wallpaper. It was a picture of him and her the day they became official.

The picture was rather candidly taken to say the least. They were both wet after what happened in the pool but because of happiness and the effect of alcohol, she insisted on taking that photo on his phone. It was a selfie of MC’s tipsy self smiling while Victor instead of looking to the camera, had a look of tenderness in his eyes directed to her. There was no doubt that was the happiest day of his life.

With all the things that happened, Victor dozed off on the couch. He woke up to a warm hand intertwined to his.

MC: Victor, you’re up. Sorry... Did I wake you?

Victor: It’s fine. I think I dozed off for a while. What time is it?

MC: It’s 9 pm. I’m sorry about suddenly cancelling our meeting earlier. That was wrong of me. I promise to make up for it by doing whatever you want!

Victor: Dummy, you’re being too loud. It’s already late.

MC: Seems like Mr. CEO is back to his usual self after a good nap on the sofa. You still looked formal while sleeping though. Just a little less intimidating? Hope your back isn’t aching. I did want to wake you and bring you to bed but you seemed so peaceful. I didn’t want to disturb your precious rest.

Victor: Idiot. You were apologizing just now for cancelling a meeting and here you are now blabbering about nonsense.

MC: !

Victor: You said you’d make up for it by doing whatever I want. I want you to just listen to to me and not say anything. I’ll only say or be like this once so listen carefully. Being with you made me into a dummy. You always smile and find meaning in the simplest of things. You’re kind to the point that you’ll unknowingly be taken advantage of. You complain about gaining weight but still heartily eat my cooking. You’re most of the times scared but put on a brave face and stick to your decision until the end. You’re probably the epitome of contradiction to me in every possible way.

Before, I worried how things would be if I told you how I felt. You’d be the object of everyone’s eyes and criticisms. You’d be looked upon differently. The burden of being with me concerned me more than anything else. Who would’ve thought I worried for nothing. You were a dummy who was capable of handling herself without my help or anyone else’s.

You’re probably thinking why is Victor being very outspoken today and if it’s already the end of the world... I know what’s in an idiot’s head that’s why. I felt strange emotions today. At first I couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly but I think I figured it out. You may be all the things I’ve mentioned MC but you are my equal.

You are the only person who worries me and yet assures me everything is going to be alright. You are the balance in my life I never knew I needed until now.

I’m well aware of the fact that being with me has a lot of weight in it. Still you accepted me without hesitation. I’m sure this idiot will meet people... people far better than me and be fascinated by them. They’ll show or make her realize things I may not be able to. She has so much ahead of her and that I know very well more than anyone else. All I could ever do is wait for her and be the support she needs. She’ll stumble and cry but I hope she knows by the end of the day, she has me.

MC: I’m not sure if this is what I think it is but... is this Victor’s jealous side? Hmm...

Victor: Idiot. Think whatever you like. And didn’t I say you were only suppose to listen and not say a word?

[Author’s Note]: The lines above were supposed to be part of the story but since it kinda affects the speech of our dearest CEO...

Anyways, ahhh I hope I was able to do jealous Vic justice. 😭 He isn’t one to talk his emotions so I hope it still fits his character. What’s it like seeing a jealous LFG CEO? It isn’t the usual, right? Of course, he is Victor Li after all.^^

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kazuyaasai-serenaspencerli · 3 years

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My Music Teacher

Characters: Kiro x Reader

Warnings: Suggestive

Summary:

Looking out, I saw students walking in and out of the campus, chatting, playing, running. I tuck my hair behind my ear, unaware that he's staring at my side profile. His breath hitches and he pressed himself in my back.

"Well then, why don't we finish this role play of Teacher x Student before the time is up." He whispered in my ear suggestively.

The bell rings, signaling that we only have an hour left until club time. I sigh while scribbling down my notes. I mean, Kiki's notes.

"Did you hear, we're going to have a new music teacher!"

"Others said that he's so handsome!"

"But too bad that he's going to tech us but only for an hour..."

Looks like that Lucien and Gavin are really famous in this campus. I wonder what Kiro is doing... He says the livestream is fun. *Sigh* I miss him already.

I close the notebook and put it inside my bag. I took out the music text book that Kiki gave me.

*Knock knock*

"He's here!" Hearing those words from my classmates, I look up to see our new music teacher they're talking about.

'Kiro!?' I bit my lip not to exclaim his name. But what is he doing in here?

He walks down unhurriedly as the female students whispers. And then a young man sat beside me and smiled.

"I guess you're a stand on for Kiki?" He asked, and I nod.

He stood up and all of us follows and greets Kiro, "Good afternoon Professor."

"Good afternoon everyone. My name is Kiro, I will be your new music teacher and also the new music club instructor just for a day." He smiles as the students tries to calm their selves not to scream. His golden hair shines in the afternoon sun and his shinning sapphire eyes that cannot be hidden on those spectacles.

I ducked my head so that he wouldn't see me, but before I open the book to hide my face, our eyes met.

'Miss Chips' He mouthed and smiled.

My heart suddenly pounds and I broke the eye contact and burry my face in my elbow. Suddenly our conversation last week, popped in my head. He said he will be in a reality show, his character is either a student or a teacher...

"Young miss? Are you okay?" His voice brought me back to reality and found all students looking at me. I cleared my throat and answered. "No Sir." He nods and started to check the class attendance. I didn't knew that the reality show that he mentioned will be held here in Loveland High. And I'm also here because Kiki got a cold and she said she cannot miss this lecture.

As he calls each student's name and all of the female students are getting more and more crazy. Some of them even whispered OMG....

"Kiki."

Huh?

"Is miss Kiki here?" He asked. I raised my hand hesitantly and he nods, putting down the attendance sheet.

He really loves to see me jealous isn't he? Hmph...

I pout looking at his back

He took out a book from the shelf near the projector and opens it in a certain page.

"So... Today, we're going to tackle about the Electronic music this 21st century." He starts to discuss and changes slides from time to time. He also asks questions from us about who are the composers and also their works. Until.....

"So, miss Kiki..." I eyes shot up as he tries to hide a smile. "What is the meaning of 'Musique Concrete?'" He asked as changes the PowerPoint slides, hiding his meaningful smile.

This man...

"Musique Concrete means 'Recorded Music.'" I stood up and answered coolly.

"Alright~ the answer is correct." He says as he narrows his eyes and went back to lecture. "......" My lips formed into a thin line as I sat down. This man, he really loves to tease me...

"Everyone, please take down notes." Only the sound of pages being turned can only be heard. I'm kinda surprised to see them so serious. As expected of my husband. Kiro looks so serious when he's teaching.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

Time flies so quickly...

"Okay, that's it for today students. I hope you will still remember this topic tomorrow, because teacher Lin will be teaching this to you... So thank you everyone for participating in this lecture...."

All of us applaud and we bid goodbye to him. I took my bag hastily and run out from the classroom, earning a chuckle from him.

I open my bag and saw that Kiki's book is not in here... I must have left it in the desk.

A female student walk out of the hall and smiled at me. "Oh, is the textbook named Kiki your's right?" She asked.

I only nodded and she told me that the man beside me before took it. I thanked her and she smiled and walks away.

"Miss, you forgot your text book." Someone called out to me suddenly.

I look up and saw the young man from earlier.

I took the book from him and thank him.

He left first while I open the locker just outside the classroom and putting all Kiki's text books.

A pair of ocean eyes looking at the unaware student and the producer as they exchange small words.

I walk slowly, taking my time. Before I knew, I'm in front of the music room. The door was close and there's a letter sticker beside the door.

'Please comeback next week. Miss Fortaleza isn't coming this week due to health reasons.'

Hmm. This is a good time to practice my piano skills again. I push the door and closed it quietly. I put my bag down and I opened the piano lid.

This place didn't change after all...

I sat down and wondered what to play...

My fingers naturally moved on its own. Beautiful melody starts to surround the music room.

Someone pushed the doors open. My hands stopped from playing when I saw Kiro closed the doors. I look away as he walks to me.

He stood by my side silently as I resume playing the piano.

After finishing the piece, I stood up and hugged him. "Hmph. Using that soft voice of yours to others to make me jealous huh..." I look up to his blue eyes as he kisses my forehead.

"Hmm... What do you think?" He smirks

"Isn't that the same for you? Acting intimate with a student...' He whispered in my ear.

He nuzzles his face in my neck, and he turns me around, facing him.

"You're really silent today... And it's a surprise to see you in a school uniform and attending my lecture for an hour." He chuckles.

"I attended the lecture for Kiki's request and I didn't knew that the reality show you mentioned..."

I paused, smirking. "Would be held here."

He pushed me to the side and I'm trapped between him and the table.

His face is only inches from mine.

"It's just a half a day that we're apart, and I can tell that already." He say teasingly as our lips nearly touching.

His hand runs down my thighs. "The attendance before... You did that in purpose did you.." I look at him smirking. He didn't answer as he pulls away.

I wrap my hand in his tie and pulled him closer to me.

"Isn't it the same for you? You left the book in the desk intentionally."

"No I didn't." I run my hands in his golden hair and at the back of his neck as he laughs.

He runs his hands in my thighs, making me shiver.

"Well then, why don't finish this role play of Teacher x Student before the time is up." He mutters in my ear suggestively.

"Well then... Professor Kiro, what do you think of this student?" I giggled as I took off his glasses.

"She's cheeky, flirtatious and she likes to make her teacher jealous."

Wait... Why does it feel like the tables have turned...

He pushed me down the table as he wraps my legs in his waist and his hands slips inside my shirt.

I use my arms to support myself to get up but he got them pinned above my head and feel his breath in my neck.

'Damn it.'

"I prefer doing it in the lecture hall." He kisses my neck and lifted his head. His nose touches mine softly.

I lifted my head to kiss him but he pulls away. "Making your husband jealous during classes huh..."

"I-"

He push aside my coat and unbuttoned my collar. His tongue traces my neck. I whimper when he bit my neck.

"Mmm... Kiro..." I moaned his name between kisses. His tongue traces my lower lip, asking for permission.

My hands run through his hair as our tongue entwines.

"____..." He says my name in an audible voice.

His hands pushed up my skirt and run his finger in my inner thighs.

Then...

*RINGGGGGGGGG*

The bell rings and he suddenly pulls away from me. I stood up and fixed my uniform. Kiro chuckles and his hands caress my neck. He pecks my lips and looks into my eyes. "Well finish this when we're home." He winks cheekily as he walks out of the music room. "Honey..."

"Hmph." I buttoned the collar of my uniform and took my bag as I strode out of the room.

I sigh and hurriedly go outside.

"I'm looking forward to it." I said to myself and grinned as I hailed a taxi, excited to spice things up when I'm back home.

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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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