#mr love bai qi | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

yourssinfullyquiche · 6 months

Text

Morning

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 SMUT SMUT SMUT— This is an NSFW drabble Hope you enjoy~

The voice he uses when he wakes me. Husky and low. Sometimes it’s due to tiredness, lack of sleep, and work. Other times—most of the time, it’s the knowledge that my body tingles with goosebumps when I hear it close to the shell of my ear.

“Morning…,” he exhales softly against my ear that it tickles. The rough layers reverberate through me, fluttering around in my lower belly. The breath I take in is quick to calm my beating heart yet it is futile when his hand languidly traces the band of my panties over my cream nightgown. The hem has ridden up to my thigh and this does not go unnoticed by officer Gavin’s keen eyes.

My voice comes out lazily. “Mmm morning.” The band stretches and smacks lightly on my hips as his fingers play with it. I bite the inside of my mouth, guide his naughty hand to my soaking pussy that awaits his fingers and the moan that escapes me is immediate when his fingers slip in and come into contact with the bud of nerves.

It’s aching when one finger slips in, followed by another. They move without hesitation, those nimble fingers. My toes curl inwards, soft moans of his name escape my lips. Then I feel it, his hardened cock grinding against me, the quivering sighs teasing my ear knowing full well how it shoots sparks straight to my core, that it only serves to make me more hot and wet.

My body’s on fire and it coils further and further into a tight knot desperately waiting for the inevitable snap that would release me into oblivion. “Almost there,” he whispers as he adds another finger. His lips rest on my temple leaving a few kisses. The couple of moans I let out are the only response he gets. His fingers are unrelenting in their mission, slamming in and out, teasing the bud of nerves—the friction as he rolls his cock to my ass makes me see stars.

“Ga-gavin...” In my fogged out brains the squelching sounds register—it’s erotic and like a moth drawn to a flame my body responds to it, making me moan louder. The way I am right now—naked, vulnerable, an incoherent mess and on the verge of falling apart, it’s only for his eyes. I aimlessly find something to grip as I near the breaking point, the bedsheet is my victim but it slips away easily. Almost instantly, Gavin’s idle hand envelopes mine, our fingers fill the spaces between.

“Thank y-ahhhh!” I grip onto his hand as I reach the blinding crest and feel my whole body tremble with overwhelming relief and satisfaction. It takes moments for my body to come down from the high, moments where I’m breathing hard, where Gavin licks his fingers clean, showers me with kisses everywhere he lays his lips on, runs his fingers through my hair with praises from his lips.

I turn to face him, meet his lips in a deep kiss. My hand travels to the obvious bulge, I don’t need to see to know what the dampness means. He shudders with a groan, eyes darting to mine and away from them in a second, hand on my hips bunching the fabric of my nightgown. And of course a red hue dusts his skin, ears in its wonted heavy colour.

“It’s your turn,” I say softly. He puts his hand over mine, shaking his head. “It’s okay. You have to get ready for work,” he pats my bottom prompting me to leave the bed. Leave him alone as he takes care of himself. Who’s he fooling?

I push his hand away, look into his whiskey eyes that are clearly dilated and hungry and decide I won’t let him deny me the bliss I feel when I satiate his needs. I grip his clothed cock a little harshly and look directly at him when he moans.

“You want me?”

He starts and swallows, blushes deeper and then nods, dark whiskey eyes never leaving mine. “Answer me,” I move to his jaw and pepper it with kisses.

“Yes,” Gavin says, his voice tight.

The kiss is hard and sloppy as my hand slips into his boxer and hold his aching cock.

“Then let me take care of you…”

A/N: Thank you for reading❤️

It's been far too long people. I've been busy with college, exams, results and the aftermath of being plunged into "the world." I just graduated and am in the midst of finding a job. It's tough and I've been adjusting to this new normal. So, I haven't had the mood to sit down and let my writing juices flow. But I'm working on something and this is part 1 of a smut series.

AND credits to @cafekitsune for the lovely dividers😚 Everyone if you need dividers to pretty up your posts, please check out the blog~ The creator has some awesome dividers!

Taglist: @playheej @purple-cat-demon @rinharu-purple (if you want to join my taglist, please visit my blog and click the link available on my pinned post)

58 notes · View notes

ellie-winthrope · 2 months

Text

To Each Their Own - [Gavin]

After more than a week had passed since the sniping incident at Twin Leaves Orphanage, Gavin visited the Lucien Bioscience Research Center.

A follow-up fic to "Shadow of Doubt", with reference to the end of Season 1: Chapter 6-19 of the game's plot.

Words: 2306 words

What is Lucien's connection to Black Swan?

That was the single question concerning the professor that constantly gnawed on Gavin’s mind. For the sake of the girl’s safety, he was determined to find out the answer. Yet, an unexpected twist had come his way. Commander Leto, his superior, had suddenly ordered him to cease all investigations related to Lucien as the STF had other plans for the latter.

The order didn’t make sense to Gavin, especially when Leto had refused to disclose the details of these plans when he asked about it. Instead, the commander had told him to just focus on his investigations on Black Swan and even subtly reminded him again to not allow his work be affected by his personal feelings. Despite feeling indignant about it, bound by duty, Gavin had no choice but to comply with the commander’s order.

However, that didn't mean that he couldn’t’ to pursue the truth on his own terms.

After taking a day's leave under the guise of a much-needed break, Gavin dressed himself in plain clothes and made his way to the Lucien Bioscience Research Center. He expected his request for an impromptu meeting with the professor to be rejected at the security booth. To his surprise, the request was granted with ease and he was promptly led to Lucien's office by a research assistant, as though his visit had been expected beforehand.

As Gavin stepped into the office, Lucien had shifted his attention away from the computer screen to meet his gaze. The professor's violet eyes as they locked with Gavin's amber ones had shown no sign of surprise or unease. Moreover, Gavin could tell from the steady look in those eyes that Lucien had not only anticipated his arrival but was also aware of the purpose behind this sudden visit.

“Good afternoon, officer,” the professor greeted while offering a reserved smile and clasping his hands together on the desk. “How may I assist you today?”

With his suspicion confirmed by the subtle nuances of Lucien's demeanor, Gavin proceeded to take his seat across the desk. He wasn't typically one for delicate maneuvers, but he was prepared to engage in this dance of discretion if that was Lucien's preference.

With a deliberate move, he drew his ID card and badge from his jacket pocket. These proofs of his affiliation with the Special Task Force were laid out on the desk between them, a silent yet potent declaration of his intent and standing.

“On behalf of the Special Task Force," Gavin began, his voice steady and unwavering, “I am here to formally request for your cooperation in answering a few questions related to an incident that took place at the abandoned building near the Twin Leaves Orphanage more than a week ago.”

This pretense of his visit being official business was a risky gamble. There was a chance of Lucien seeing through his facade, or worse, words of his unauthorized visit leaking back to the STF, exposing his defiance of direct orders. Yet, amid these risks, Gavin maintained his composure. His resolve remained unwavering, his mind poised and fixed firmly on his objective.

Only a select few were privy to the details of the sniping incident and Commander Leto's directive to leave Lucien untouched meant that it was improbable for Lucien to have encountered any prior or future inquiries from the STF before Gavin's impromptu visit. Besides, Gavin knew that revealing his personal motives would only narrow down his chances of extracting the answers he sought from Lucien.

Lucien's eyes flicked briefly to the ID card and badge before returning to meet Gavin's gaze. There was an inscrutable depth beneath the surface of those violet eyes, as if they could peer through Gavin's facade of authority and discern his true intentions.

“Of course,” the professor responded, his voice warm and inviting as he placed his previously clasped hands flat on the desk. “I am more than willing to answer any questions you have to the best of my ability.”

“I appreciate your cooperation, Professor Lucien,” Gavin said as he retrieved his ID card and badge from the desk, before slipping them back into his jacket pocket with practiced ease. “Before we delve into the specifics of the incident, I would like to know if you are familiar with the purpose of the Special Task Force.”

Lucien maintained a calm demeanor as he nodded in acknowledgment. “Through some acquaintances, I have come to understand that the Special Task Force is tasked with overseeing Evolvers and handling incidents related to Evol abilities.”

Gavin took note of Lucien's carefully chosen words and the casual mention of his extensive connections. After all, the STF was an independent organization that operated discreetly and was never disclosed to the public, much like the existence of Evol and Evolvers. Thus, it was known only to those Evolvers who had either crossed paths with the STF or had been directly involved with its operations.

Gavin hadn’t expected Lucien would openly divulge such information. It felt calculated, perhaps a ploy to test his reaction. Nevertheless, this disclosure represented a step forward in his quest to uncover more information about the professor. Eager to maintain the momentum of their dialogue, Gavin pressed on with the conversation.

“I see,” Gavin said, pausing slightly. “Then, let us move on to the incident. Can you explain why you were in the vicinity of the orphanage on that particular night?”

Lucien's reply came smoothly. “I was accompanying Miss Lea home after we finished watching the premiere of her latest documentary at the orphanage,” Lucien explained. “Due to the unexpected change in weather, we decided to take a shortcut that passed by the abandoned building.”

To the untrained ear, Lucien's words would seem straightforward, but Gavin knew better. Each phrase was meticulously woven, not just to convey the necessary but to embed messages meant solely for those who were meant to understand.

The way the professor addressed the girl wasn't merely polite. It was a nuanced signal, a way to subtly highlight the differences in their connections to her. It could also be interpreted as a veiled challenge. By hinting at Lucien’s closeness to the girl, it became a subtle provocation that was aimed at unsettling Gavin. Nonetheless, Gavin kept his composure as he had never lost sight of his primary objective for meeting the professor that day.

Another phrase with double meaning would be the mention of "unexpected change in weather" by Lucien. They both were aware that it wasn't a natural occurrence. Instead, it was caused by Gavin's wind Evol spiraling out of control, which prompted the professor to reveal himself as an Evolver as he used his Evol to shield the girl from harm.

In that critical moment, Lucien had handled the situation with an ease that belied his usual reserved demeanor. His calmness in the face of imminent threat had revealed a depth of experience with such high-stakes scenarios, a stark contrast to his public persona as a reclusive researcher.

This familiarity with danger was what made Gavin even more wary of the professor. Yet, if Lucien had persisted in concealing his Evol and maintaining his facade as an unassuming researcher, he could have avoided further scrutiny and suspicion. So…

“Why did you choose to use your Evol at that time?” Gavin asked.

He refrained from mentioning the glaring risk Lucien had taken at that time, the risk of drawing the unwanted attention of the STF that was known for its interest in Evolvers. Although unspoken, there was a hint of a smile dancing at the corners of Lucien's lips, which suggested that he understood the deeper implications of Gavin's inquiry.

“It was instinct,” Lucien replied evenly, his voice betraying nothing. “When someone important to you is in imminent danger, the instinct to protect overrides any personal consequences. Surely, as someone dedicated to protecting others, you can understand this sentiment as well, officer?”

Gavin's gaze had sharpened at Lucien's words. The professor had not only reiterated the girl's significance to him but also masterfully steered the conversation to challenge Gavin's own principles as a guardian. It was a cunning maneuver that momentarily shifted the focus away from himself to Gavin's sense of duty.

Even so, Gavin sensed a thread of truth weaving through Lucien's statement. It led him to consider whether the diversion wasn't solely a strategic maneuver but also a veil over a moment of rare honesty. Although it could have been another one of the professor's cunning ruses, he was inclined to believe in those words of his … at least, for now.

A thought had suddenly occurred to Gavin, which caused his eyes to flick to the clock on Lucien's desk. After realizing the current time, a feeling of restlessness started creeping over him. He had intended for his visit to be not more than an hour since staying any long in the research center could tip off the STF about his meeting with Lucien. However, it had already been half an hour and he still hadn’t made much progress in deciphering the professor’s intentions. His time was running out and this visit might be the only opportunity he had to question Lucien. Recognizing the urgency, Gavin knew it was time to abandon the subtleties for a more direct line of questioning.

“Are you familiar with the Black Swan, professor?”

The question hung heavily between them. Gavin's piercing gaze remained fixed on the professor’s expression, attempting to decipher any hint of awareness or astonishment at the mention of the name. Yet, Lucien's demeanor remained unfazed, his expression as impassive and collected as it had always been, revealing nothing.

“Ah, the concept of a Black Swan,” Lucien responded casually, his tone nonchalant. Upon seeing Gavin's puzzled look, he raised an eyebrow as he elaborated, “An unforeseen and impactful event, often recognized only in hindsight. Isn’t that what you are referring to?”

Frustration simmered beneath Gavin’s composed facade, especially when Lucien's innocent response had seemed entirely natural, too natural. With a subtle narrowing of his amber eyes, Gavin pressed on, his voice steady yet imbued with a subtle undercurrent of tension.

“No, I am referring to the global criminal organization, The Black Swan Collective. There are evidences of the group’s involvement in a series of Evol-related incidents that have been happening throughout Loveland City, including this recent incident that had taken place at the abandoned building.”

“Furthermore, the fact that Lea was caught up in this recent incident together with you, who are an Evolver,” Gavin continued without breaking his gaze away from Lucien, “it naturally casts a shadow of doubt on you, professor.”

Gavin observed a subtle shift in Lucien's demeanor at the direct mention of the girl's name, a fleeting change so minute it might have gone unnoticed by the less discerning observers. Nonetheless, the professor’s expression remained unfazed as he met Gavin's sharp gaze.

“Your concern is understandable,” Lucien began, his tone appeared both calm and thoughtful. Yet, there was a distinct sharpness underlying his following words that was discernible only to those attuned to notice. “However, it is important to remember that correlation doesn't necessarily imply causation. My association with Miss Lea and our involvement in that incident might merely be a coincidence.”

While maintaining an unwavering eye contact with Gavin, a hint of a smile touched the professor's lips, which seemed unassuming and yet conceited at the same time. “My primary focus has always been my research and its potential to benefit society. Any presumed connection between myself and The Black Swan Collective is purely speculative.”

The professor's tone, gestures, and expressions had been flawless throughout the conversation. However, Gavin knew that this perfection was due to Lucien's skill in masking the truth, rather than him being innocent. Despite this, it would be futile to keep pressing further without any concrete evidence and a quick glance at the clock had told him that his time was up.

It was time to conclude this visit.

“Understood, Professor Lucien,” Gavin said, managing to keep his voice steady and free of the frustration simmering beneath. “Thank you for your time and cooperation. Please keep this conversation between us.”

Lucien nodded with a knowing smile, as if to acknowledge the unspoken understanding between them. “Of course, I value the privacy of our conversation as much as you do,” he replied meaningfully. “Should you require further assistance with your investigation, don't hesitate to reach out.”

With the conversation concluded, Gavin nodded in acknowledgment and rose from his seat. As Lucien rose to show him out, Gavin raised a hand to refuse the offer.

“No need, professor. I will show myself out. I wouldn't want to take up any more of your valuable time.”

Lucien acknowledged his decision with a nod. His expression was one of understanding mingled with a faint trace of amusement. “Very well, I appreciate your thoughtfulness, officer.”

Taking this as his cue, Gavin turned sharply and made his way towards the door. Just as he was about to step out of the office, Lucien's voice had stopped him.

“Officer Gavin.”

Pausing, Gavin looked back and saw Lucien with an enigmatic smile on his face.

“Take care.”

Uncertain of the true intention behind those words, Gavin nodded sternly before stepping out into the hallway and closing the door behind him.

Regardless of whether it was before or after this conversation, one fact remained unchanged and that was…Gavin could never trust Lucien. Even so, he couldn’t deny the professor's genuine concern for the girl's wellbeing. Whether it was driven by personal gain or other motives, it was undeniable that the professor was willing to risk his own interests for her sake.

In fact, their mutual desire to protect the girl might be the one and only factor that made them, in a peculiar sense, allies.

#mr love queen's choice #mr love mobile #恋与制作人 #love and producer #Mr love fanfic #mlqc fanfic #love and producer fanfic #mlqc #mlqc gavin #mlqc bai qi #mr love gavin #mr love bai qi #gavin bai #bai qi #白起

12 notes · View notes

favficbirthdays · 9 months

Text

Happy Birthday

Gavin (29th July)

Mr Love: Queen's Choice

#mr love: queen's choice #mr love queen's choice #mr love #mlqc #mr love gavin #mlqc gavin #mr love bai qi #mr love haku #mr love baek gi #mlqc bai qi #mlqc haku #mlqc baek gi #gavin #bai qi #haku #baek gi #fictional birthday #july #july 29th

15 notes · View notes

notafandomblog · 1 year

Text

The Four Seasons With The MLQC Guys

Winter

Spring

Summer

Autumn

#mlqc #mlqc lucien #mlqc gavin #mlqc victor #mlqc kiro #mr love queen's choice #love and producer #xu mo #mlqc xu mo #li zeyan #mlqc li zeyan #zhou qiluo #Bai Qi #mlqc bai qi #mr love victor #mr love kiro #mr love li zeyan #mr love bai qi

33 notes · View notes

montblancvelvet · 9 months

Text

Happy Birthday Gavin!

Happiest birthday to my wonderful Gavin!~🎂❤️ Thanks for always be there for me.🥹🥰🫶🏻

I’m happy to share the same birthday month with you with only few days apart which make birthday more meaningful to me.💐❤️✨💕

#mrlovequeenschoice #mr love queen's choice #mr love bai qi #mlqc gavin #mlqc baiqi #mlqc birthday

4 notes · View notes

xcoconutbeanx · 2 years

Text

Finally got around to finishing Chapter 7 ❤️ hope you enjoy my story

6 notes · View notes

laxmiree · 6 days

Text

[My Art] that love meme

#mlqc lucien #mlqc victor #mlqc gavin #mlqc kiro #mlqc shaw #mr love queen's choice #mlqc #mr. love queen's choice #mr love lucien #mr love victor #mr love kiro #mr love gavin #mr love shaw #xu mo #li zeyan #ling xiao #bai qi #zhou qiluo

51 notes · View notes

tomochii-chan · 2 months

Text

Gav is lost... He misses MC ; v ;

#mlqc #love and producer #mr love queen's choice #mlqc gavin #bai qi #lovepro #fanart #otome

83 notes · View notes

arabella-77 · 4 months

Text

Gavin Live 2D Modern Rapshody

Live 2D edit by :

Sub translated by me.

#mlqc gavin #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #gavin mlqc #mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc bai qi

118 notes · View notes

xingxueyue · 1 year

Text

BaiQi Wish Tree Event

Date: 20 April 2023 to 26 April 2023

#love and producer #mr love queen's choice #mlqc #恋与制作人 #戀與製作人 #evol x love #lovepro #baiqi #bai qi #白起 #mlqc gavin #mr love gavin #wish tree event

142 notes · View notes

lithopsy · 1 year

Text

I made a spreadsheet with links to every single MLQC date/mind quest (including CN content that hasn’t been released globally yet)! there are still some that i wasn’t able to find, but almost everything is there! if you find something I’m missing or notice an error, please let me know <3

#mlqc #mr love queens choice #love and producer #lovepro #gavin mlqc #lucien mlqc #kiro mlqc #victor mlqc #li ziyan #xu mo #bai qi #kilou zhou #mr love #mlqc dates #lithopsy #pdbutterfly

147 notes · View notes

yourssinfullyquiche · 5 months

Text

Night

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 Another installment in the 4 part Gavin (s.e.x) series. Yes, I was supposed to do Afternoon and Evening first but I'm still writing Afternoon and Evening has yet to be written. So...let's just skip to Night, shall we?

This is an NSFW work, and it's also a little angsty. I had to. I was desperate for angst TW: Unprotected sex, and...nothing else. I'm so bad at this

I come out of the bathroom, fresh as a dewdrop and see Gavin against the headboard of the bed, clothed in his tee and shorts, reading papers with his glasses on. It’s never used often, those glasses. Kept in a black zipped case, it remains on the bedside table ready for use when he wants to. Rather, when he has a splitting headache after reading too much too closely. Though, there are times when he adorns those golden spectacles for the surprised glint in my eyes that leads to heat spreading to my cheeks which results in me tugging my bottom lip with my teeth.

I have an inkling of why it’s there today because the second I emerge from my shower, his eyes meet mine immediately in a gaze that tells me he’s not OK. It’s the kind where his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Behind that gaze is the lethargy of his recent mission that ended after a month, a sadness of which he has experienced that he’s yet to tell me. He looks like he’s about to cry driven by fear of loss. Ringed with dark circles, the reports he ought to be reading are abandoned with an unfocused mind.

I stride towards Gavin, with a resolve of eliminating the feelings which feed into that look. He puts the papers aside and the spectacles on it, arms at his side to welcome my presence on his body. I don’t even bother changing into my pyjamas, only removing my bathrobe and tossing it onto the chair, knowing that his clothes would be strewn all over the floor. Clad only in my delicates, my legs straddle his hips. He cups my behind and pushes me up, securing me comfortably above him, levelled to his face. My hair falls encasing us in a curtain of floral vanilla scent—a secret reprieve, only the two of us share.

Our hands fiddle with our clothes—mine are gone in no time, my fingers move on to his shorts, pull it down in one go and throw it haphazardly. He’s bare and chuckling when he looks at me. “Don’t worry, the other half of my body won’t dare run away.”

The delivery of that line should have me laughing but his voice is as empty as a hollow tree, something he tries to mask with cheekiness but fails. Though it twinges within, I don’t point it out. Instead I reciprocate with the intended cadence and smack his chest lightly, “I’ll be sure to use that line when you tear my clothes in shreds.”

He purposely averts his eyes all innocently with a satisfied smile on his face. The back of my fingers absentmindedly runs over his cheek as he tucks the spilling locks of my hair to one side. “What’s on your mind?” I ask.

There, it’s that look again. That look in his eyes tells me he’s so afraid. He breathes heavily and pulls me closer into his warm embrace, protectively cradling the back of my head. I wait for his shaky breaths to dwindle and answer though I know it won’t come as easily. I look back at him to see his eyes glisten wistfully and then he says, “I’m so happy that you’re here with me.”

My face twists first into confusion and then understanding. I don’t pry further because that one line tells me everything I need to know. A smile forms on my face as I cup his cheeks. “There’s no place I will be than in your arms, my love.”

The smile he gives me is loving and grateful as he brings me into his embrace once more. There’s a small lump forming in my throat, but I swallow it. There will be no tears for now, not when he needs my strength—and it comes full force as my fingers ghost over the deep lines on his body

All sizes with pains that ache my heart. I dance over the fresh gash across his sternum like they’re hot coals burning my fingers. Yes, it burns. It burns my entire being, makes my blood boil that he has to put himself through countless horrors—yes it is not deep, but the marking remains sufficiently angry to leave a scar crossing both his pecs.

My thoughts halt when he looks at me with a pensive gaze. I remind myself that anger is not what I need now as well. I’ll not let him have the chance to comfort me, not when he’s clearly in need of some love. So, before he utters anything, I kiss lips, one he gladly sinks into. Desperate and breathless it becomes and it makes me float, taking away my mind that would eventually travel down the path of bitter horrifying stories it conjures.

I caress his cheek with the back of my knuckles. Kiss all over his face. He chuckles as I flutter my eyelashes across his skin. I look into his eyes, tired but always exuding gentle love that sends a rush of warmth through my body.

No words leave my lips, it only moves to join his again. Our kisses are unhurried and languid, a sweet dance. We save exploring each other’s bodies for another day, for today we yearn only for the warmth such nakedness provides. I raise and sink slowly down his cock. The chorus of sounds leave our lips at the pleasure of fullness we both feel, feeling so close to one another, the warmth that one can only feel when they’re skin to skin.

One of his hands stays resting on my bottom and the other sneaks up to hold my nape, mine finds its way to the soft strands of his hair, and they stay put for anchor. I feel him engorged and pulsing in me. The burn of my core, the stickiness my legs feel and the incredible need to rise and slam hard into his body. I ignore all the impulse, instead we rock our bodies to a slow rhythm. Moving together and savouring the deliberate thrusts.

Gavin’s lips caress my neck until they land at the corner of mine. “You feel so good,” he whispers against my lips, choking my sighs once more in a reverent kiss. Tonight, I let my lips take away his grief, my body take away his pain. Perhaps after, words will be shared once more, dead in the twilight wrapped around in sheets heated by the warmth of our bodies.

The waves of pleasure crests within us yet we never hasten. I feel the usual jolt in my tummy, one look at him tells me we’re both about to fall over the cliff. “Together,” I tell him and he’s about to pull away when I stop him, clamping down. “I want it inside.” He stills, eyes wide as he stares at me for a few seconds. The question is clear. Are you sure?

Softly he asks to confirm his thoughts, “Is that what you want or are you doing this because you think I want it?”

I yearn, and perhaps I am doing this for him. But I don’t care. I know he’s the man I want to spend all my nights with wrapped in our sheets, the only one whose golden eyes I ache to meet when I wake. Somehow I know he needs that as well. To be so close to one another until the air we breathe diminishes.

“I want it…,” breathlessly it dispels from my lips.

I look at him and his eyes are glassy and dark to a deep shade of bourbon as he kisses my forehead.

“Then come with me,” says Gavin.

We’re in one tight embrace as our bodies rock once more—a little faster, and within a few seconds we come undone in a gentle rush. I have no plans to move, to feel the emptiness that will instantly wash over—he doesn’t either when his hands stay tight around me. I feel the warmth of the duvet around my skin as we kiss goodnight and say I love yous before we drift to a slumber.

A/N: Thank you for reading❤️ Updates will be quite slow since I'm working now. I had this piece in the drafts as I wrote it immediately after Morning. I waited so long only because I wanted to post it by order but the Afternoon piece is taking longer than expected. It's really out of my comfort zone, so writing it has been a slow process. To those of you reading, I appreciate your patience~

Credits to @cafekitsune for the lovely dividers😚

Taglist: @playheej@purple-cat-demon@rinharu-purple (if you want to join my taglist, please visit my blog and click the link available on my pinned post)

28 notes · View notes

ellie-winthrope · 2 years

Text

The Scent of Sweet Osmanthus - [Gavin]

Since it was going to be the Mid-Autumn Festival soon, a certain mother had decided to make some dessert for the occasion.

Word Count: 2512 words

Piiiiiiiii!

The whistling sound of the boiling kettle had interrupted Wardia from her reverie. She turned off the stove and carefully moved the hot kettle to its stand on the kitchen counter before returning to whisking the flour mixture in the mixing bowl. It had been a while since the last time she had done any baking. Since she had all the necessary ingredients on hand, she thought that she could try making some osmanthus cakes for the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival.

“Let’s see…”

While still whisking the flour mixture in the mixing bowl, Wardia glanced towards the recipe paper that was stuck on the hanging cabinet above her. She skimmed from the top of the recipe down to the required next step at the lower part of the paper before reading aloud.

“Add dried osmanthus flower to the mixture and carefully mix it… Ok, got it.”

After placing the bowl down on the counter, Wardia retrieved the sealed packet of dried osmanthus flowers from one of the hanging cabinets above the counter. As she unsealed the packet, she instantly caught a whiff of the faintly sweet osmanthus scent. The familiar scent had brought a smile to her face as she recalled a certain fond memory in the distant past.

Of a time when the tree of the sweet osmanthus was in full bloom and its branches were swaying ever so slightly, further dispersing the sweet scent of the orange blossoms in the air.

Although Wardia was fond of all kinds of flowers, the sweet osmanthus had always been special to her because of its symbolism and the memories associated with it.

“You won’t be happy with him.”

Her smile had faded upon hearing the echoing voice from her past.

Initially, both of Wardia’s parents had strongly opposed her marriage to that man. After personally meeting him, they were certain that her marriage to him would be one bound for unhappiness. Aside from his disagreeable nature, their disapproval was mainly because he was affiliated with the military.

Since Wardia was their precious one and only child, it was natural for them to be concerned for her future with someone like him. That was why they had persistently persuaded her to reconsider her decision to be with that man.

“You deserve someone better than him.”

Wardia was fully aware of her parents’ goodwill and concerns, but she had never doubted the man’s sincerity and feelings towards her. While he spoke bluntly and had a permanently stern expression on his face, she knew that he wasn’t actually a cold-hearted person. Her parents hadn’t known him as well as she did, which was why they had such a poor impression of him.

Nonetheless, it was because her parents had loved her very much that they eventually gave in to Wardia’s persistence and gave their blessings on her marriage. Ultimately, they only wanted her to be happy. If she believed she would obtain this happiness from being with him, they had no reasons to oppose it.

“Whenever things get unbearable, you can always return home.”

She had nodded at them with a smile back then, all while holding back the tears in her eyes.

Wardia wouldn’t say that she had a good eye for men, but she wasn’t completely clueless either since she had been wooed by many men and had also been pestered into attending several blind dates by her coworkers.

Of all the men she had encountered, he was the only person who could give her a complete sense of ease. Even after he had accidentally found out about her Evol, which she had never told anyone before for fear of being regarded as a freak, that man hadn’t shunned or treated her any differently. He was the one who had allowed her to experience how reassuring it was to have someone accepting everything about her without prejudice.

Likewise, Wardia was also one of the few who understood that man beyond his unapproachable and stony facade. He was, in fact, an upright man with a strong sense of duty, who wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself to protect others. Even though no one knew about his deeds, the man had never wavered in his convictions. This righteous and selfless spirit of his was what Wardia admired about him.

Even so, the most steadfast person was, ultimately, still merely a human.

Even if he didn’t show it on his face, it didn’t mean that he was impervious to weariness and negative emotions. Knowing that he was the kind of person who chose to bear everything in silence, Wardia decided to be the one who would always stand by his side and offered him solace during these difficult and lonely moments.

“People like him would always prioritize fulfilling their duties above all else. Love and family will never be his top priority.”

That was one of the things that her parents had warned her about before her marriage.

It was something to be expected when marrying a strait-laced military man. Even the man himself had confessed to her during the marriage proposal that he would always prioritize his duty and the greater good over everything else.

While most people would find that statement amidst a marriage proposal to be insensitive, Wardia wasn’t the least bit offended. She understood the man’s intention. Instead of avoiding the subject and having her regret it in the future, the man would rather her be clear about what she was getting into by marrying him.

So, she accepted his proposal and quitted her job in order to become a full-time housewife. Since he would be fully committing himself to the military, she would be dedicating herself to looking after their family and home.

While she wouldn’t know if her decision was the best or the worst choice that she had made in life, what she can be certain of was that she had never thought of their marriage as a mistake, even now, after many years had passed.

“Alright, that should be enough.”

After thoroughly mixing the osmanthus-added flour mixture, Wardia breathed out a soft sigh before she left the whisk in the mixing bowl and placed them on the kitchen counter. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ears and glanced at the nearby clock on the wall to check the current time. Just when she had taken note of the current time being two o'clock in the afternoon, she had heard a boy’s voice resounding faintly from the hallway outside the kitchen.

“Mum, I am home!”

A tender smile had naturally crossed Wardia’s lips upon hearing the familiar voice.

It was her “little man”, who had finally returned from running an errand for her.

“Welcome home, little Gav!”

She called out from the kitchen sink while washing off the remaining flour mixture on her hands. By the time she had dried her hands and turned towards the kitchen’s entry, she saw a thirteen-year-old boy entering the kitchen with a heavy-looking grocery bag within his arms. The boy had nodded at Wardia before he dutifully went and placed the bag on the kitchen counter beside the refrigerator. As she watched the boy taking out the items from the grocery bag and putting them on the kitchen counter one-by-one, a single thought crossed Wardia’s mind.

How quickly time flies.

Her son was already a teenager and yet, it felt like it hadn’t been that long when Wardia found out that she was with child for the first time. As someone who was fond of children, she had always wanted a child of her own. Thus, she was obviously overjoyed and couldn’t contain her excitement as informed her husband of the news. She could still remember how that man, who rarely showed any emotions, was genuinely surprised when she told him about it.

The sight of his stony expression softening gradually and the way his eyes lit up with genuine wonder was heartwarming to her. At that moment, she didn’t doubt that the man loved their son as much as herself. After all, he had even spent several sleepless nights at the study room, despite his work commitments, in order to think up a name for their firstborn. Eventually, he had decided on a name that was as candid as himself and fully-embodied all his expectations towards their child.

To be brave, bold and undefeated in every battle… Gavin (Bai Qi).

Alas, expectation was akin to a double-edged sword.

The higher was one’s expectation, the more devastating the disappointment would be when said expectation was not met.

Once he realized that Gavin would never be able to fulfill his expectations, he had completely turned his back on the boy, even though it wasn’t even their son’s fault that he wasn’t born with an Evol. Wardia, who had always accommodated the man and accepted his zealous dedication towards his duty, couldn’t help but to feel indignant at watching Gavin being shunned by his father.

She tried desperately in persuading her husband to change the way he treated Gavin. However, the man was stubborn to a fault. So, their conversation always ended up in arguments, which eventually led to the man leaving the house and never returned for a prolonged period.

Wardia was used to the man’s occasional absence, but she pitied her son for having to grow up without a father’s presence most of the time. As his mother, she felt guilty whenever she saw the disappointed look on her son’s face after knowing that his father would not be returning home.

Although the boy no longer asked or talked about his father ever since he was eight, Wardia knew that he merely didn’t do so because he didn’t want her to be feeling sad or guilty about it. Her son had always been far more considerate and mature than his peers, which was something that made her both proud and worried about him. If Wardia could have it her way, she would rather Gavin took his time in enjoying his youth than for him to rush into becoming an adult.

Having noticed her silent gaze, Gavin had suddenly looked over his shoulder. There was a questioning look in the boy’s amber eyes as he met her gaze. With a gentle smile on her face, Wardia stepped forward and embraced her son, who had tensed up for a moment.

“Mum?”

She merely giggled while patting the back of Gavin’s head. No matter how much her son had grown or how mature he behaved in front of her, she would never stop doting on him.

“Little Gav, my sweet child.” She murmured while nuzzling her face against the top of his head.

For now, Gavin’s height was still below her shoulders. However, she had no doubt that he would soon grow to be much taller than her. By then, she would no longer be able to nuzzle against his hair as she did now, just like how the boy no longer clung onto her sleeves as he did when he was a small child. Although the thought had caused Wardia to feel a little lonely, it can’t be helped. After all, that was how it was to watch one’s child grow up.

With a soft sigh, Wardia released Gavin from her embrace.

“Thank you for buying the groceries, Little Gav.”

“It’s nothing,” said the boy while avoiding her gaze. Despite his stoic tone, there was a barely noticeable blush on his face.

“Oh, I am in the middle of making some osmanthus cakes. Would you like to help me fill the molds with the flour mixture, while I keep the rest of the groceries away?”

As she expected, the boy nodded without hesitation. He had always been eager to help with any household chores.

Thus, Wardia took out the cupcake molds from one of the kitchen drawers and placed them next to the bowl of flour mixture on the counter before she went to sort out the remaining items in the grocery bag. The task itself was simple and this wasn’t the first time Gavin had helped her in the kitchen, but she would still glance towards Gavin’s direction occasionally to see how he was doing.

Seeing that Gavin was diligently filling up the molds, she suddenly recalled a similar scene from her memories, of a five-year old boy standing on a small wooden step stool next to a nine-year-old Gavin at the kitchen counter.

Feeling her eyes welling up at the memory, Wardia quickly turned her head away from Gavin’s direction and looked back down on the groceries that were spread out on the counter. She subtly wiped at her tear-brimmed eyes while sorting between the items that need to be kept in the fridge and those that will be used for dinner later.

She felt calmer by the time she was done with her task and had decided to check on Gavin’s progress. She saw the boy sprinkling the dried osmanthus flower on the last cupcake mold. As soon as he was done, he had straightened up from his earlier bending posture and looked towards Wardia.

“Mum, they are ready.”

Wardia nodded with a smile.

“Then, let’s put them in the steamer.”

After the filled-up molds had been placed into the steamer for ten minutes, Wardia took them out and started to gently unmold one of the cakes onto the serving plate. Gavin, who had observed the way Wardia unmolded the first cake, had also helped in doing the same for the rest. When all the cakes had been unmolded, Wardia took one of the osmanthus cakes that weren’t too hot and held it close towards Gavin’s face.

“Little Gav, have a try and see if it still tastes as good as before.”

Perhaps out of embarrassment at being hand-fed, the boy had hesitated for a moment before he eventually took a small bite from the offered cake. Since Gavin’s expression had remained unchanged while he chewed on the cake, Wardia awaited his remark with bated breath.

“Hmm, it tastes good.”

Breathing a sigh of relief at hearing his remark, Wardia noticed that there were some cake crumbs at the side of Gavin’s mouth. Chuckling softly, she reached out and gently brushed the crumbs away from Gavin’s face before speaking in a teasing manner.

“Is little Gav keeping some “leftovers” for his future wife?”

At first, Gavin didn’t understand the meaning of her words. It was after a few seconds had passed that the boy eventually grasped the situation. His face had instantly turned beet-red as he cried out in protest.

“Mum!”

Seeing her son’s flushed face, Wardia laughed heartily.

No one knew what will happen in the future, but she sincerely hoped that she would be able to be with Gavin in every part of his life, or at least, until he found the one who will understand, cherish and share a lifetime with him.

As a mother, nothing assured her more than knowing with certainty that there will be someone who will look after her little Gav in her stead.

#mr love queen's choice #mr love mobile #love and producer #mr love fanfic #mlqc #mlqc gavin #mlqc bai qi #mr love bai qi #mr love gavin #Bai Qi #Gavin Bai #mlqc fanfic #mlqc side characters #mlqc wardia

21 notes · View notes