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I'll Always Find You
Part 1 can be found here: One Small Decision
All the responses had been the same. “Nope, haven’t seen or heard from her.” Victor slammed a fist on his desk in desperation-fueled frustration. He could go to the police, he supposed, but doubted they’d take him seriously. It had been less than 24 hours and she was an adult. They’d had a fight. He’d just be eye-rolled out of their office…
So he went back to the stack of evolvers. Every minute ticking by was a drip of water torture serving to drive him insane. He called her after each page and despite the calls going straight to voicemail each time, Victor found himself holding his breath through that single ring. Stupid, stupid, stupid…
Everything paused as he flipped the page and found himself face-to-page with Ernest Elm, evol: tracking. It was almost too perfect to be true. Victor picked up his phone and dialed the number, hand holding the phone shaking and the other tapping the desk while his knee bounced. Two, three, four times it rang before a voice came on the line. “Hello?”
“Hello, is this Ernest Elm? This is Victor Li. I need your evol’s assistance.”
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An hour later, the redheaded and freckled Ernest stood in Victor’s office at LFG. He couldn’t have been older than twenty, with nervous eyes and twitchy hands. “Sit, sit,” Victor invited, gesturing to the chair where the girl usually parked herself. The young man did so, and Victor skipped the small talk. “Thank you for coming. Tell me about your evol. What do you need for it to work?”
“I, uh. Just need something that belongs to the person, and then I can see a thread that leads back to the owner. I usually just use it to return lost items, sir. I don’t know that it’s super helpful…”
Victor rifled around in his desk and emerged with a small, well-loved shiba inu plushie. “If you don’t think it’s very helpful, Mr. Elm, then you have not spent enough time thinking of applications. You would be the most efficient search and rescue officer Loveland has ever seen. You could track down criminals, trafficked women and children, or missing persons. I would say that is a most noble evol.” He lifted his dark eyes and connected them to Ernest’s. “What are the limitations?”
The young man seemed slightly taken aback by Victor’s statements. Could he really be that important? A smile settled onto his face and Ernest visibly relaxed. “I haven’t really found a distance limit, but the person does have to be alive. Sir, before we do this…would this person want to be found? I mean, I’m not helping you be a creepy stalker or anything, right?”
“She would want to be found, yes. It’s possible that she might be in danger, so shall we get started?” Victor’s voice had regained its sharp edge and Ernest straightened in his seat. He accepted the doll with some amount of apprehension while Victor looked on with concentration.
“Do you have a map? It would be easiest for me to tell you where she is if I have a map to draw you a path.”
Victor pulled a map of Loveland out of his desk drawer and scooted it over along with a pen. He folded his hands over his knee and swallowed the feelings of concern at the phrase ‘does have to be alive.’ But his dark eyes remained focused on Ernest’s face as the man held the toy and scrunched up his face.
There was a long pause as tension hung heavy in the air before Ernest reached for the pen. He seemed to be following roads with one eye closed and the tip of the pen hovering over the map until it lingered over the industrial side of Loveland. The pen lowered until it kissed the map, leaving a small dot. “That’s the spot, sir.”
Victor scooped up the map and examined the place where the marking lay. “Thank you. I must be going now. Goldman will give you your pay and escort you out.” Without further discourse, Victor disappeared down the hallway with his phone in one hand and map in the other.
Speed limits were for people who didn’t have anywhere important to be. At least, that seemed to be Victor’s attitude as he flew down the side streets which led to the sketchier parts of Loveland. It was all but confirmed in his mind that she had been kidnapped at this point; there was no reason why she would have willingly ended up in the dilapidated industrial sector.
The further out he went, the fewer cars he passed until he turned onto the final road and found himself completely alone. Whoever these people were, they had obviously gotten all of their training from bad films and crime novels. Victor pulled into the marked parking lot and stopped the car at the far end, not wanting to alert anyone inside to his presence earlier than was necessary.
Victor slipped through the first strains of darkness to flatten himself against the wall of the building. So far he hadn’t seen or heard anyone, but that didn’t mean there weren’t eyes on him. Practically a wraith, he slipped around the outside until he found a door whose lock had been smashed. It opened easily and Victor entered without a sound.
Unfortunately, the building was quite large and there was no telling where the girl was being kept. Victor listened carefully for any sound, but was only struck by the vast silence of the building’s hollow carapace. His keen eyes swirled as they scanned the floor for any sign of passage; however, it appeared he would not be so lucky. So he pushed forward into the depths of the building, the dim light providing only little guidance as he walked the halls.
Door after door Victor paused outside and listened, pushing open those he could when he heard nothing behind them. Honestly, he’d expected to find guards by now, but obviously this was a small or inexperienced bunch. How they’d managed to catch someone as capable as his dummy made no sense if they were that inept, but the ‘how’ could wait.
When faced with the realization that he’d scoured the entire first floor, Victor paused at the stairwell. It went both up into higher floors and down beneath ground, and there still was no real sign which way he should check. He chose downstairs for multiple reasons; firstly, it was easier to drag an unwilling captive down than up. Secondly, underground would allow them to use lights without drawing attention to their abandoned abode.
It seemed his reasoning was sound. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, a slight glow called from the far end of the hallway. Victor felt his heart rate increase as he knew he was on the correct path. Every cell in his body screamed for him to throw caution to the wind and race to the girl’s side, but thankfully the ones in charge of action still managed to maintain some semblance of order.
At least enough order for him to only run to the end of the hallway as silently as he could manage and stop outside the door to listen. Two male voices conversed in hushed tones, low enough that Victor couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. He pressed his ear against the door in an attempt to hear better, only to wish he hadn’t.
“We should just finish the job. We’ve had our fun and at this point, she’s a liability. She’s seen our faces and we can’t let that go.”
“I suppose you’re right. But I want to have a little more fun, first. Where’d that knife go?”
A soft rustling accompanied a muffled groan and squeak of fear. The sound of skin slapping skin and a pained squeal brought the fury which had been building in Victor’s stomach into his extremities. He burst through the door, taking in the scene in one swoop. It wasn’t a large room; in fact, it barely held three chairs and a small table. The girl was tied to the chair in the center of the room, her head resting on her chest and blood splattered here and there on the floor. She looked up at the sudden noise and revealed a bloody gag tied around her mouth, the crimson stain originating just above her right eyebrow and flowing its way down to the dirty cloth.
Her eyes were dull and cloudy as her mind seemed to struggle to understand what she was seeing. However, it really only took a few moments for it to register that Victor had arrived, savior of the day. Tears welled up in those eyes and she seemed to be reaching for him with as much vigor as she could manage while being actually unable to move.
Victor didn’t have time to release her, however, before her pair of captors were upon him. One held a knife while the other leveled a revolver at Victor’s head. Victor wasted no time in flinging a round-house kick at the gunman’s hand, sending the gun flying. The disarmed man was stunned by the sudden movement and froze, making it easy to strike him directly in the face. He crumpled like wet tissue paper and Victor turned to the other man, a larger specimen with a decidedly more frightening demeanor.
“Where the hell did you come from?!” the kidnapper growled, circling Victor. “And who are you? How did you find this place?”
“So many questions,” Victor retorted, his lip curled up slightly. “Who I am is none of your business. Neither is how I found you. But I will always find her, no matter where she is. She is mine and you would do well to put down your weapon before I have to take it away.”
The man chuckled and lunged, knife aimed for Victor’s stomach. Victor nimbly stepped out of the way and elbowed the man in the back as he went by, causing him to stumble. However, the kidnapper recovered quickly and lunged again, this time grazing Victor’s hand as Victor grabbed for the man’s wrist.
Victor didn’t so much as flinch at his wound. He simply wrapped his long fingers around the captor’s arm and flung him to the ground, smashing the man’s face into the concrete floor. There was a sickening crunch as the man’s nose broke on impact and a pool of blood began to immediately form beneath him. Victor was just about to turn back to the girl and untie her when she let out a muffled scream, which caused him to spin around and kick the first man again just as he began to reach for the gun. The man howled in agony as Victor’s sharp shoe connected solidly with his ribs and knocked the wind out of him.
It seemed for a moment that both of his opponents were down, at least long enough for Victor to grab the abandoned knife and cut the girl free. He removed the gag first, followed quickly by her hands and then her feet. Tears streamed down her face despite her best efforts to keep them contained and she collapsed into Victor’s arms. “Can you walk?” he asked, holding her tightly against his chest.
“I…I think so,” she whispered, voice hoarse from screaming.
“Then I want you to run outside. The authorities shouldn’t be too far behind me, if Goldman did as he was instructed. Which he always has. I’ll keep these two busy while you make your escape.”
The girl opened her mouth to argue, but Victor instead covered it with his own. By the time he pulled away from the kiss, the girl was feeling even dizzier than her wounds had caused. “Go. I will be perfectly fine. These two idiots are obviously no more than I can handle.” He pushed her toward the door and despite her intense desire to stay by his side, she gave Victor one last look and darted out of the room as fast as she could.
Each time one of the captors would attempt to get up from the floor, Victor would mercilessly return them to their position. Every ounce of fear and anger was channeled directly into ensuring that neither of the men escaped before the police arrived to take them away. His hand still bled freely but he paid it no mind, seemingly not even realizing he’d been injured.
Probably fifteen minutes passed before the thunder of police boots could be heard on the stairs. Victor exited the room and waved them down, pointing into the room. “The kidnappers are in here. I managed to subdue them for the time being, but there’s a loose gun.”
The police pushed right past Victor and handcuffed the kidnappers, hauling them away before also cuffing Victor. He didn’t protest; it was just standard procedure, after all. They had no way to know what the truth of the situation was until they had time to interview all parties.
Full darkness had fallen by the time Victor emerged with the police. The girl was being attended to by ambulance staff, but no amount of shouting could convince her to stay put when she saw Victor’s face. She rushed to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. “I can’t believe you found me,” she sobbed, her tears staining the collar of his shirt red. “I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have run off like that! I thought for sure I was going to die alone and that you’d blame yourself for me making one bad decision!”
Victor chuckled and kissed her on the cheek. “I will always find you, dummy. Even if I have to do it ten thousand times, I will always find you.”
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Wearing My Clothes
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 580
Warnings: N/A
Author's Note: Happy Birthday, @darling-dummy-blogs. I love you; thank you for sticking around through everything the past year or so! I appreciate the hell out of you! I hope you like your gift!
I watch Cassie laugh, closing her eyes and lifting her head to the sky, letting the raindrops land on her face. I stand with my umbrella above my head, listening to the soft patter of the rain while my beautiful wife dances and twirls in the rain. We were returning to my place after a date when the skies opened up, leaving us caught in the middle of a shower. Where I immediately grab the umbrella, which would easily fit the 2 of us, Cassie kicks off her shoes and runs down the sidewalk, giggling the entire time.
"Are you having fun there, my dear?" I chuckle, walking a few steps behind her, her shoes in my hand. She giggles more, jumping into a puddle and splashing water up her thighs. I hold in a chuckle, watching her dance around in the rain, getting herself absolutely drenched in the process. She fails to remember that we aren’t going to her apartment; we’re going to mine, where she has no clothes save for a bralette and a pair of panties.
A few minutes later, we make it to the front door of my building. Closing my umbrella, I quickly put in the code and opened the door, getting us in from the rain. We walked down the long hallways to my place, earning suspicious glances from my neighbours. “I offered the umbrella; she just chose to get wet. This was all her own doing.”
“I’m going to go get out of these wet clothes and grab a shower if that’s okay?” Cassie asks, even though I know she already knows the answer. I laugh, following her upstairs so I can also change out of my wet clothes. “Towels are in the closet outside the door. Don’t use up all the hot water!”
Cassie jumps into the shower, humming a tune to herself while I put on a dry pair of slacks and a dry t-shirt, gathering her up a t-shirt for her to wear, plus her sports bra and panties, when she inevitably remembers that she has nothing here. Not that I am bothered by the fact that she always wears my clothes whenever she’s here, but I love seeing how my shirts hand off her body and read her mid-thigh. There’s something so damn hot about it.
Hearing the water turn off, I gather the garments in my hand and head out of my room, waiting by the closed bathroom door. “Uh… Victor..” She calls out. “Can I borrow something to wear? I forgot to bring clothes again….”
I laugh, opening the door and going to place the clothes on the counter for her. “There are clothes on the counter for you, my dear. I knew you forgot them, why not just pack a bag and leave it here? Although that would be the smart thing to do, now wouldn’t it?”
“HEY!”
“Oh, my favourite dummy.” I smile before leaving the bathroom to give her some privacy. I headed downstairs to pull up a movie for us to watch once she was done. I was lost in thought, contemplating many useless things, when her form came into my line of sight, bare legs up till high thigh. I swallow hard, readjusting my slacks before pulling her onto my lap.
She squeals slightly before settling into my lap, sliding a hand up her bare thigh. “You look great in my clothes, by the way. Perhaps you should “forget” your clothes more often.”
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For Victor: 4th Entry
Happy birthday to our grand miracle in life, Victor Li.
Sweet Serenity
How does one get rest? Most people get it by sleeping… some by doing what they are passionate about… and others by just being in the presence of their beloved.
What about Victor? How does LFG’s successful CEO find time to rest despite being known as probably the most workaholic person in Loveland City?
MC: Knock, knock. How is Mr. Victor doing?
Hearing the girl’s voice, Victor turned off the monitor with interview questions before turning his attention to her.
Victor: A certain dummy seems to be slacking off today. I believe she told me she’d do her best to be more productive as a New Year’s resolution.
MC: I am being more productive, my dear CEO. I’ve been out and about these past few days and… is it wrong to miss you?
She was teasing in her tone but Victor didn’t mind indulging her every once in a while.
Victor: Mmm so you do admit that you’ve become a workaholic instead of working at a healthy pace. Who was the one who told me to get some rest more and not work like a horse?
MC: That’s… hmpp maybe this was a bad idea. Goldman told me you didn’t have anything on your schedule this afternoon so I decided to visit but… I’ll probably leave then.
Why does it seem like Goldman is becoming more of her secretary than mine? Victor silently thought before letting out a soft sigh.
Victor: And here I had already planned a bountiful dinner later this evening at Souvenir. Maybe I should just cancel that and have Goldman reschedule my meetings for today then.
He knew everything there is to know about this one girl and there is no question that she will always have a soft spot for food… specifically his cooking. MC stopped in her tracks and gave him a hopeful look.
MC: On second thought, I am an understanding girlfriend aside from being an amazing producer. I don’t mind the least waiting for you no matter how long it takes.
MC: How I missed the great chef of Souvenir’s cooking! And of course, pudding.
Victor: The gluten is full again. I’m glad.
Rest… Peace… Tranquility… Maybe it was when she eats everything he cooks happily despite claiming she needs to go on a strict diet.
MC: I am not a gluten. The food is just too delicious. We should never deny blessings as the elder say, right? But Victor…
There was a long pause before it was continued.
MC: Did you know a friend got in touch with me today? She’s from Loveland Business Magazine.
Victor quietly listened to MC as she spoke already having an idea where the conversation was headed.
MC: She asked me if you don’t mind answering the question they gave you for an interview? If the question was a bit intrusive, they said you didn’t have to answer it. I wanted to know what the question was but my friend told me it was up to you if you’d share it with me.
Victor: That friend of yours must be smart to not let you know. A dummy shouldn’t be too nosy.
She was just too kind and oblivious sometimes. Victor knew people would try whatever they can to get close to him whatever means necessary even if it meant going through the people he loved her. But then, even if he worried, there was no doubt in his mind MC could handle herself. The trust they had for one another was built in this lifetime.
Victor: About the sample question… it has something to do with how one rests.
MC: That question does suit a workaholic capitalistic tyrant such as yourself, CEO Victor. I’m sure the citizens of Loveland are also indeed curious about how you rest while handling a business empire.
MC can’t help but let out a small giggle. Even though she is coquettish at times, she spreads happiness and light into his days life.
Victor: Not going to ask me what my answer is?
MC: After knowing you for so long, I’m sure you’ll let me know if you want to. It’s fine I suppose. I’ll just have to buy the magazine to know. My friend and their magazine will have a boost in sales thanks to a certain greedy cat.
Victor: A dummy through and through. If there’s anyone who knows the answer to how I rest, that would be you.
Hearing this, the girl’s face reddened before thoughtlessly shifting the conversation to another topic.
MC: CEO Victor is his own person. What I think may be different from yours. It’s always been that way but of course, not all the time. Anyway, he should really also stop asking me too much. After all, I still have a lot to learn from the most successful person in Loveland.
Victor: I believe I need to learn more from you on the aspect of birthday surprises that are not as subtle as to speak. Indeed there is still a lot of you to learn including the element of keeping surprises a secret.
Victor was the one who had an upcoming birthday surprise but it seemed as though MC was the one left in shock. There really was nothing that the girl can hide from Victor.
Gazing tenderly to MC’s flabbergasted form, Victor always knew the response to that question.
Rest could be obtained through various forms. Sleep, relaxation, hobbies, work, passion, travel, love… Every single person has their own kind of rest.
Looking back, there was a time where his rest still involved working himself to the bone. Maybe throwing in some hobbies from cooking, equestrian, and fencing.
But for Victor now? Rest is a person.
Rest is her. Her scent, her voice, her feelings, and her love.
The serenity in his life.
[Author’s Note]: It’s been a long while since I’ve written stories for him. Although a day late, I wish my favorite mlqc guy a happy birthday. May our little Vic, MC, as well as all of you guys stay happy today and every day.
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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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Resistance - Evol: Chapter 9 - Garfunkel
He smiled as he watched her sleep, an innocent look on her face, her breath soft and slow, her lips parted. If only he could forget last week existed, as well as all the doctors and the exams and the diagnosis he could watch her without the tightness in his chest, pretend that she had never been sick at all.
The sun already bathed the wooden floor of their room. Victor had left the bed over an hour ago and it was time for her to take her medicine, but she looked so peaceful… Five more minutes wouldn’t hurt, he decided. She could use the rest. He pressed his lips on her forehead and focused on more important matters: Breakfast.
“Good morning.” Owen sat on the kitchen island, adjusting the collar of his shirt.
“Looking sharp, Mr. Lee.” Victor greeted.
“Where’s Mom?”
“Still sleeping.” Victor turned off the stove, placing the breakfast plate on the counter. “Go wake her up.”
He looked at the plated pancakes, pondering the garnishings. Andrea hadn’t been eating well, and she was losing weight, so he decided on a comforting breakfast instead of a healthy one: He would cover them with pecans and warm maple syrup, just like she liked them.
In the distance, he could hear his boy call his mother.
“Mom, stop playing, I know you’re just pretending to be asleep.” The boy giggled, earning a chuckle from Victor as well.
“Mom, I don’t want to play anymore. Open your eyes.”
Victor frowned, focusing on his son’s voice.
“Mom!” The boy screamed. “Mom, wake up!”
Something was wrong. Victor bolted to the room, forgetting about the pancakes. He found his boy crying, shaking his mother’s arm, who seemed to be still asleep.
“She won’t wake up!” Owen sobbed. “Why is she not waking up?”
“Andy.” Victor stroked her curls, his thumb massaging her forehead. “Andy, wake up!” He shook her shoulders. “Andrea!”
“Mom…”
“Go get my phone from the kitchen.” Victor ordered, taking his wife in his arms. “Andrea, can you hear me? Talk to me.”
Her body sagged in his arms, unresponsive. No, this couldn’t be it, it was too soon. She had been diagnosed not even a week ago.
It was happening all too fast. He wasn’t ready.
Anyone in Loveland who didn’t live under a rock knew very well who Victor and Andrea Lee were. The media had named them Loveland’s Power Couple, and they were indeed prominent figures, always present in charity and business events, and even sometimes going on TV to comment on some news regarding the financial market.
But even if you weren’t interested in Economics, the name Lee would still be very familiar: Who didn’t know the fairy tale story of the lonely Loveland’s Most Eligible Bachelor, and how he fell in love with an emigrant that came to the city to rebuild her life after leaving an abusive boyfriend? As discreet as they always tried to be, minimizing his appearances and almost always keeping them work-related, the Lee family was certainly a subject to discuss, as their conquests and heartbreaking stories warmed our hearts.
I have to admit I didn’t know what to expect when I entered that waiting room. Maybe I had gotten used to the glamorous pictures in the magazines of them wearing expensive suits and gowns, or to Victor Lee’s elegant ways, calm and polite but poignant when he spoke on TV. The man I found in the waiting room had nothing to do with the man I was used to seeing in the media.
He was sitting in one of the plastic chairs, shoulders slumped, holding a red-haired child who seemed to be glued to him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He held the child and caressed his hair, answering with a soft loving voice as the boy complained and cried. The moment he noticed me approaching he jumped from his chair, still holding the boy, an anxious look in his eyes.
“Mr. Lee?”
“Any news on my wife?”
“She’s still being examined by the doctors.” I spoke calmly, trying to diffuse some of his tension. “In the meantime, the Chief invites you to meet him in the VIP waiting room. He is waiting for you there.”
His brow furrowed, his tired eyes turning into a steely gaze. Obviously, the man was worried about his wife, he didn’t have time to waste on formal handshakes and elbow-rubbing. I was convinced he was about to tear me a new one when he suddenly paused, his expression distant, as if he was considering something, his hand rubbing his son’s back.
“Thank you.” He nodded politely.
We walked in silence to the VIP wing, a quieter wing with fewer rooms, where famous patients could stay far from the prying eyes of the public. The Chief of Hospital was waiting for us with Dr. Mann, in the VIP waiting room.
“I’m Dr. Manuel Collins, the CEO of Loveland’s General Hospital, and this is Dr. Laura Mann, the doctor that is taking care of your wife’s case.”
“How is she?”
“She’s already in her room, she hasn’t…” Dr. Mann hesitated, looking at the boy.
“Would you like me to look after your son for a while so you can discuss things?”
“Owen, would you like to go with…” The CEO frowned at me.
“Molly Garfunkel.” I smiled.
“Would you like to go with Nurse Garfunkel while I talk to the doctors?”
The boy looked at me suspiciously.
“We can go get some hot chocolate from the vending machine.” I smiled at him. “It’s pretty delicious.”
“Keep him close.” The father warned.
“Don’t worry, it’s not far away.” I nodded. “So, what do you say, Owen, do you want to come with me?”
“I want to wait for Mom.” The boy turned to his father.
“I know.” The father kneeled in front of him, looking him in the eyes. “But for now, you need to go with Nurse Garfunkel while I talk to the doctors, alright?”
“Alright.” The boy looked down.
“It won’t be long, I promise.” He lifted the boy’s face, smiling at him. “I want you to be on your best behavior. And thank Nurse Garfunkel for being so kind to take you.”
“Thank you, Nurse Garfunkel.”
“Thank you for the hot chocolate, it’s very good.” The boy sat beside me on the couch close to the nurse’s station. Not far from us, in the VIP lounge room, his father was being given what I quickly understood not to be good news.
“I’m glad you like it.” I nodded, wondering what I could do next to distract the boy. His eyes kept wandering to the VIP lounge door.
“My father makes hot chocolate for us when it gets really cold, and he adds marshmallows. Mom and I sometimes snatch a few marshmallows when he’s not looking to eat while we wait.”
I laughed. It was heartwarming to imagine Victor and Andrea Lee, Loveland’s Power Couple, in such relaxed settings.
“Is my mom going to die?”
I looked at the small boy sitting next to me, red curls bouncing as he spoke, sweet inquisitive brown eyes reading me with wisdom we don’t often find in an adult, let alone a child. I noticed Victor Lee leaving the lounge room, eyes scanning the space looking for his son. And the pain in them when he finally found him. To be honest, I have never seen a man looking so broken.
Fortunately, I wouldn’t have to answer the question I was asked, I would leave that painful task to his father. But part of me wanted to lie, wanted to give them a little hope, just so they wouldn’t have to go through so much pain, especially that pure little boy.
But I couldn’t do that. So I settled for the next best thing I could do.
“Would you like some cookies with that hot chocolate?”
A degenerative disease is perhaps the worst death one can have. I have certainly seen many cases like this, where the person slowly fades away and in most cases is aware of it, the light slowly dimming in their eyes, as they lose all hope, and sometimes all dignity.
In cases like Andrea Lee’s, where all indicated that her disease would take a major turn for the worse, it was almost merciful that she had a stroke in her sleep to speed things up. Of course, looking at her husband and at how heartbroken he was, no one dared to say it out loud.
Dr. Mann talked for a long time, explaining Mrs. Lee’s condition, choosing her words carefully so she wouldn’t antagonize the husband. This was a particular situation that could lead to a potential lawsuit, Dr. Finn had said that she still had some time, only to have her get much worse two days after. It wasn’t fair and it was nobody’s fault. Still, some families would blame the hospital.
As we left the room, Dr. Mann turned to me.
“Next time you go check on her and take blood for routine tests, I want you to make these as well.” She handed me a piece of paper. “It should be enough for now.”
“What for?” I frowned. “You think the diagnosis is wrong?”
“There is no harm in exploring a few other options. The illness is progressing far too fast, which is not consistent with CTE.”
“You didn’t ask for the husband’s consent.”
“I don’t want to give the husband hope, I am not sure what I may find yet if anything at all. That would be cruel.” She looked down. “But we are not putting the patient at unnecessary risk, you will have to take her blood anyway. I’m just adding a few more tests.”
“The Chief will not like it.” I warned.
“The Chief doesn’t need to know. Nobody needs to know. It's just a blood test.”
It was hard seeing her like that, pale and still, looking so very small in that bed. She looked skinnier, her cheeks sinking in her face, her hair lusterless, braided in two ponytails to keep it from tangling. A far cry from the vibrant beautiful woman we used to see in the media. If this was hard for me to watch, and I was a stranger, I could only imagine what it felt like to her husband.
I wondered if Dr. Mann wasn’t right after all. No degenerative disease can do all this damage in merely a week.
“Mrs. Lee, I will take your hand now so I can check your IV, ok?” I spoke to the motionless woman.
“Can I bring some of her clothes, some pajamas for her to wear? She would hate to be in that ridiculous hospital gown.” The husband turned to me.
“I’m sorry.” I shook my head. “The gown is more practical for daily care, and it’s better at preventing bedsores.”
“What about socks?” He insisted. “Her feet are always cold.”
“Socks are ok.” I smiled.
There was a moment of silence as if he was mulling over something. Then he spoke again.
“Do you think… Nevermind.”
“You can ask.” I gave him a soft smile, focusing on the syringe that was filling with blood.
“Would it have made a difference if I had woken her up? When she was having the stroke?”
I had seen him one day on some TV show, commenting about an embezzlement scandal with some financial company. I never understood finances very well, but I could remember how assertive and knowledgeable he was, making the room go quiet every time he uttered a word. He had this royal aura, this powerful presence that filled the room and made you automatically feel this respect for him, even without knowing who he was. At that moment, looking at him, all I could see was vulnerability, although he was yet to show a hint of emotion. I was about to answer when he interrupted me and continued talking like he had the urge to get something off his chest.
“I’m usually a light sleeper, especially since she was diagnosed, but this time I didn’t wake her up. I even got up before her and didn’t notice a thing, I thought she was sleeping.” He took a deep ragged breath. “I sent my son to wake her up, he was the one that found her like this. I failed both of them. I should have noticed, and I can’t understand why I didn’t.”
“You wouldn’t have been able to tell.” I hurried to answer. “She had it in her sleep, she probably didn’t react.”
He took another deep breath, as he was trying to steady himself. I’ve seen it many times before, the burden a spouse bears when the other one is dying, especially when there are small children involved: they wish to make good on their love’s last wishes, they wonder if they will be able to raise their kids on their own, they wonder if the loss is going to drive them crazy.
It’s a lot to take in alone.
“Do you have a support group? I mean, friends or family members that can help you, be with you at this moment?”
The man remained silent, his eyes focused on his wife, glassy as tears threatened to spill. I understood right away what he meant, as I had seen it many times before. It was her. His support was his wife, his solace, and he didn’t know how to ask anyone else. The way this man held her hand, the devotion and love he had in his eyes whenever he looked at her, told me that this woman was everything in his life, she took all the space. And now that she was leaving, he didn’t know what to do with the emptiness.
As a nurse, we are required to keep our emotions at bay. We are supposed to be impersonal, to see feelings as something that can be studied and concluded but not felt: We need to consider feelings and act through compassion, but we can’t actually be compassionate. As health care professionals, it clouds your judgment.
“I did pretty much everything that needs to be done, I was there an hour ago, so you’ll only need to return in another hour.” I debriefed the nurse that was coming to take the night shift. “If you can, make sure the husband gets something to eat, and ask him if he needs an extra bed for the night. So far he refused, but…”
“It’s ok, Molly, I got this.” She smiled at me.
“Yes, I know.” I sighed. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be bossy.”
“Patricia told me that he never left the room, he was beside her all day, holding her hand. That’s so sweet.”
“And heartbreaking,” I added. “I’m looking forward to a drink after this.”
“Excuse me, can you tell me where Andrea Lee’s room is? I was told that I could ask here.”
I turned to see who was asking. She was well in her fifties, short with black curly hair, a grave expression on her face. Beside her, was a tall well-built man with hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair.
“My name is Jeremy Jones and this is my wife, Mariana.” He extended his hand for us to shake. “We’re her parents. Victor is expecting us.”
Looking at both of them, I could see the resemblance. Andrea Lee had her mother’s curly hair and brown eyes, but the nose, mouth, and hair color were clearly from her father. I smiled.
“I was with your daughter and son-in-law all day, I can take you to them.” I started walking, leading the way.
“How is she?” Her father asked.
“Maybe we should leave such questions for the doctors.” The mother chimed in. I silently thanked her for her intervention, I didn’t want to be the one telling them that their daughter would probably pass away soon.
“Mr. Lee?” I knocked on the door. “Your in-laws are here.”
I was surprised to find the room empty. Mrs. Lee laid in bed, perfectly still… and alone. Until I saw two feet coming from behind the bed, on the floor. Coming closer, I found Mr. Lee unconscious, on the floor, a streak of blood running down his forehead, slowly pooling on the floor.
“Victor!” Mrs. Jones kneeled beside me, as I examined him. He had probably hit his head and passed out, he would need immediate medical attention. I was about to buzz for help when I heard him groan.
“He’s waking up.”
“Don’t get up yet.” I spoke softly as I saw him making an effort to sit. “You hit your head pretty bad, you probably have a concussion.”
“It’s nothing.” He disregarded my request and got up anyway, touching the blood on his forehead and looking at his bloody fingers. “I’m alright.”
“You’re bleeding.” I insisted. “I’ll call a doctor to come to see you.”
“How did you hurt yourself like that, son?” The older man asked. “What happened?”
“I must have fallen asleep on the chair and hit my head while I was falling.” He took my arm. “No need for a doctor. I assume you’re able to take care of it.”
I was about to refute when I saw him looking me in the eyes, almost like he was pleading. Maybe it was the anguish of seeing a loved one die and the uncanny closeness someone can find in these moments with the healthcare provider working with them. Or maybe it was that her parents were there now, and that added to the weight he carried. He was overwhelmed, and he was silently asking for my help.
“I will need to take you to another room to get you treated.” I declared.
“We will stay with Andy in the meantime.” Mr. Jones quickly offered.
I took him to an examination room nearby and had him sit on the bed, gathering from the shelves the few supplies I would need. He was silent the whole time, lost in his thoughts, yet clearly unsettled.
“This may hurt a little.” I warned as I disinfected his wound.
“Thank you.” He sighed.
“That’s quite the gash.” I offered, getting nothing but silence from him. “You know, it is unusual for a wound like this to happen as you described it.”
“I didn’t want to worry my in-laws.” He looked away. “The truth is, I was getting up to use the bathroom when I felt lightheaded and fell. That's why I hit my head so hard.”
“Mr. Lee, this is probably none of my business, but you are not doing anyone any favors by not taking care of yourself.” I spoke softly and I applied a bandage to his wound. “Your devotion to your wife is remarkable, but you have a beautiful young boy to look after. And he needs his father.”
“You are right. This is none of your business.” He replied. “Are you done?”
The remark and the ice in his words felt like a punch in the gut. I quickly moved my hands away.
“You still need to see a doctor. You may have a concussion.”
“I need to go back to my wife.” He got off the bed and walked to the door, pausing to look at me again. “Thank you.”
As health care providers, we are not supposed to feel for our patients more than convention dictates. It clouds our judgment and makes us do things we shouldn’t: Let a patient go without proper medical care, like I just had, help someone keep a secret that we don’t even know about, and most importantly, making it personal and hurt like it was our own family.
I wouldn’t be able to sleep, carrying this with me. I needed a beer.
The bar was full as usual, most people at the hospital came here at the end of the shift to do the same thing I was doing there: forget about work. I found one of my coworkers already at a table, waving at me to join her. But first, I needed my drink.
I approached the bar and asked for a beer, looking around as I waited. Not far from me, I found Dr. Mann, speaking with a very attractive man. Was she on a date? She didn’t look like she was on a date, by her expression, unless the date was going terribly wrong. Having nothing better to do and needing a distraction from my own emotions, I decided to focus on her voice and eavesdrop a little.
“The moment I saw your email, I knew I had to call you.” She told the man. “I know this can’t be CTE, it’s progressing way too fast. And then I remembered the pandemic, and how the doctors couldn’t identify the virus at first, but you did. I have the papers and a blood sample in my car, I would love for you to take a look at it.”
“It is a very interesting case indeed.” The man smiled. “And you tell me this patient is a VIP?”
“Yes. In case you find something in her sample, you can’t publish anything about it. I’m not supposed to tell you, but this is Victor Lee’s wife, we would have a serious problem in our hands if he found out about this.”
“You don’t have his consent?” The man frowned. “I’m sorry, Laura, but this doesn’t seem ethical at all.”
“I know.” She looked down. “I understand.”
“I know this is personal to you, having lost your mother in the pandemic. And I am deeply sorry for not being able to find the vaccine any sooner, maybe I could have prevented her death. So as an apology, I will help you. I will analyze the blood sample thoroughly to see what I can find. Keep me posted about the patient, I want updates on her health condition.”
“Thank you, Dr. Xu. I knew I could count on you.” She smiled, taking his hands. “Thank you very much.”
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Victor’s - Moody Date
Hello! This is my entry for @little-butterfly-writes ‘s Contest . It’s my first time writing and I really enjoyed the process of it, enjoy reading this date!
Fandom: MLQC - Victor Li x Duckie (Mc)
Genre : jealousy jealousy jealousy , comfort , Filled with romance ( fluff)
Word count : 3,309
As If its not obvious enough to everybody.
I have feelings towards my boss, victor Li. I did fall in love with a person that I know i can’t reach even if i had him in my wildest dreams. I all i am wishing for is that no one know about these hidden feelings hoping that i will be able to maintain the decision i took and forget about him, But unfortunately things goes unplanned after I experienced certain feeling. jealousy .
If Kiki , Anna , the rest of my friends and colleagues found out about my secret feelings including the letters I wrote about victor secretly , I would get in big trouble , what letters you may ask? It’s simple. Basically, when i feel like I can’t control the love i feel towards him . I write down all my feelings in a letter and hide it somewhere , i got this idea from a movie i watched last year. At first , I haven’t thought not in a million years that I would use this idea and especially writing my unwanted feelings towards my CEO ,Aka victor li .
He was very strict and seemed to be very rude, i used to hate on him . He isn’t my type in men plus we’re completely different. Its not a big surprise since he is the CEO of an worldwide successful company ,LFG.
Just to clarify our differences. He made his company from the beginning meanwhile me, A young lady who inherited a show from her father once she Graduated from college. I didn’t even have an experience in life or the business field.
Everything were so difficult to me and it felt like an endless maze , the fact that I have him as my investor was like a miracle . Not only that but he really take good care of me . He is older in age , with a mature mindset . I am just young reckless, hesitant and inexperienced girl who just got a big position and so naive comparing to what she is responsible for .
I thought alot about giving up but victor make me change my mind and Instead of giving up he gave me the motivation to challenge him , i was in the mood to show him and prove to him that i can take the harsh responsibilities like an adult And be someone who is trust worthy enough to have his five hundred million investment in my show .
With time, i fall in love with him. And with everyday goes by it only grows bigger and bigger than the day before. The more i try to hide my feelings. The more it becomes obvious . When he confessed his feelings to me that day in the rooftop. I was beyond happy. I couldn’t sleep that day. But I quickly get back to the harsh reality, and remembered the huge gap between us, Victor deserve someone near to his position. Not me, comparing to him i am just a crybaby who rant about submitting reports and dealing with the deadlines every week .
But one day, I don’t know what’s goes inside my brain . I couldn’t even control my own body. When i found out that Victor would go to the awards banquet with another woman, I stopped thinking and I couldn’t care less about how weird i am behaving with my colleagues . In that night , i saw victor leaving the fancy banquet hall with another woman.
She looks way more mature and wiser than me. To put it in simple words she has everything i lack, and to my unfortunate luck. She does everything way better than me . And tonight , I witnessed My heart sinking in the ground. Its like i just got drenched in icy cold water in this snowy weather . I drank Alot . Wine, whiskey and even brandy . I couldn’t even recognize the bitterness in them . I just drink to be numb and ease my heart.
When the banquet came to an end ..
“ you two can head home first, its late . The weather is pretty today so i just want to walk and be alone for some time “ I spoke with a shaky voice tone, then left after grabbing my hand bag from the table.
“ whats wrong with our boss? She’s has been acting weird these few days especially today” Kiki spoke to anna.
Anna were worried as well , she just shrugs in confusion replying to kikis question.
“ i have never seen her like that before!” Anna added
“ it’s dangerous to let her be alone !, we can’t just leave her there! “ kiki said
“ she wanted time to get her self together, I think its very inappropriate for us to interrupt her wishes . * she smiled * Don’t worry minor would keep his eyes on her from afar “ Anna said while patting Kiki s shoulder gently to comfort her .
After leaving them. i rushed to the back beautiful garden to try and process everything happened tonight , the scenery were amazing but I couldn’t focus and appreciate it , I started regretting what i did, I shouldn’t push him away acting dumb and slow from the beginning. I love him more than anything, I admit i am very jealous and I don’t know how to deal with it because its my first time feeling this way about someone. I have never wanted someone as much I do for Victor.
These feelings were so exhausting to bear alone ,I was so hopeless that i even shared my story anonymously in tumbler with people but everyone advised me to stay away and forget about him for endless reasons. Yeah, they were right. But..
I also can’t… I CANT STOP LOVING HIM AND GIVE UP ON THIS . people wont have mercy on us and our relationship since we are a boss and worker in love but now seeing this . Realizing I might lose him forever. I don’t care, seeing him taking care of a random woman and accompanying her in the banquet really make me rethink about everything and even that thoughtful decision i took and was so confident about . I decided to head to the parking section for cars to follow them. I started running like crazy .
“GOD PLEASE PLEASE LET ME MAKE IT , PLEASE DONT LET THEM LEAVE TOGETHER ! . PLEASE.. I CANT LOSE HIM THIS TIME” i said begging .
I can lose anything and everything, but not him. I can’t lose Victor!
Because no one loved me like he did And I can’t imagine falling in love again with a different man.
Suddenly my foot slipped and i fall.
The expensive pair of high heel that i brought got ruined too. One of them broke But I couldn’t stop here! Im still in the middle of the way . My legs started be numb and it hurt a little because these shoes were new too , But I didn’t care, I can’t lose the path that can lead me to them! I still have to find Victor!
When i reached to the cars parking space , I couldn’t find them…
My nose suddenly started to burn and my eyes started sweating?, i decided to go back inside the banquet and sit . I couldn’t find chair there so I went to sit the corner on the stairs like a lost child. I started to cry heartily like a baby who lost her parents . But for me comparing to the baby I lost everything, I lost Victor..
My body is shaking and I couldn’t stop the thoughts in my mind. My mind went wild and started to even imagining how they would look together in the church . Kissing each other passionately after announcing them as a husband and wife. My heart suddenly started to beat so fast and I began to struggle breathing , while sobbing quietly.
Suddenly i felt a warm coat landed on my head, shoulders and has familiar manly scent ..
my face were swallowed, especially my eyes and nose. I was slow to react and realizing that this coat belongs to him…. And only him. Victor..
I felt strange feeling , i was happy and relieved that i was able to meet him again.. and that happiness give me strange feelings in my tummy . I believe that’s what they call “butterflies in the stomach” , I felt really warm. I don’t think it’s because of that coat. But him. Who give them his scent and body temperature
“ * sigh helplessly at the view* Dummy.. what are you doing here in this condition ? Don’t you know it’s dangerous area, especially in this hour? What if someone came for you ? Or even decided to kidnap you ,taking you away ? What are going to do? I searched everywhere for you and I couldn’t find you its like you weren’t in this earth from the beginning , WHERE THE HECK YOU WERE??? ………. But most importantly are you okay? Did something happen?……… Duckie , are you crying? “
my eyes couldn’t stop the tears from coming out when he were talking in such an sharp voice, he was really worried so he was furious to see me in such a state alone , but when he noticed that i was crying so hard, sniffing and wiping my eyes his voice turned so soft and calm
he grabbed my hands and hold them between his hands to warm them up
I refused to talk or face him because i wasn’t looking at my best right now, he just kneeled down to my level like prince charming and looked at me, he noticed how swallowed and red my face are.. he reached with his hands to hold my cheeks while massaging my under eyes
“ do they hurt A lot? “ he said quietly ,
I nodded while looking in the ground, my eyes fell upon his shoes trying to avoid his glare.
“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine too. Lets go home first … its getting late” he said..
I nodded because i was too tired to reply using sentences . I stand and remembered my broken heels and slightly injured foot.
Before I could explain, Victor carried me bridal style , I didn’t needed to explain anything. I felt warm , safe and happy, that I forget that I’m being held between his arms . I gave up to the warm sensation and fall asleep.
Victor put me in his car gently , wrapping my body with his big coat then went to grab hot tea and body warmers from the super market near by.
i took some time to wake up, when i wake up i was still in his car , the car was really warm. I didn’t find Victor on the driver seat so i looked outside.
i saw him tapping on his tablet working and answering calls . I also noticed that we’re near the sea and its 12am . I took my time appreciating the view , then i knocked at the window. Victor saw me and returned to the car.
“ you wake up, how do you feel now ? “ he asked with a soft voice
“ i am better now , sorry for making a scene back there. I was really upset about something so i was drunk , angry and upset thats why I decided to be alone , sorry i worried you and caused you trouble “i said while looking into his eyes.
“ dummy… And why did you drink? “ he said angrily ..
“ please don’t be mad i was just so upset, can’t you just allow me to drink only this time?” I said
“ yes, i am angry at you… but also glad to see you safe and better. After all , i can’t ask for more from dummy like you” victor said then poked the tip of my nose lightly with his fingers , after that he patted my head gently, smiling at me .
“ its late, let’s head home” he said
After few minutes driving i realized that we are in different path and its unfamiliar to me.
“ where are we going “ i asked hesitantly ..
“ to My home” he said
“ to your home??”
“Well, only if your apartment was nearby like my home. Its late already, just sleep tonight in my house” he said calmly
I nodded in agreement.
After few minutes we arrived.
Victor opened the door for me , i entered inside . His home was big but also felt so warm and cozy . Victor turned to face me “ go and take a hot shower, then dry your hair. Don’t get cold. I asked them to prepare you clothes. If you need anything ask me “ he said
i went to the room. It was big as expected and has a fancy bathtub. After i finished showering and preparing for bed. When i was about to head to sleep, I suddenly heard knocks on my door .
“Get in “ i said
The door was opened and it was victor, he was wearing his classic black pjs
“ as expected, you didn’t even dry your hair yet you headed to sleep anyways“ he said..
“What if you get cold?” He added
He went to grab a hairdryer from the drawer . Then turned to face me
“ come here” he said
I understand what he want so i sit and give him my back. He started to dry my hair, touching my hair so gently. After he finished drying my hair he took a hair tie and started to tie my hair.
“ there’s something I wanted to say to you” he said
“ hmm? “ I replied
“ i will get to the point “ he said
“ I might not know what exactly that got you so bothered like that , but you must know that there are a lot of circumstances in the world that are out of our control. The causes and reasons behind every circumstance is complicated. In a world where it’s impossible to know everything, it’s normal that we experience things we cannot understand and find difficult to accept. Even so, we have to accept it. There are many ways to accept it. Crying is also one of them. However, only for one night. ( he took my hand that was planning on reaching my face)…. And don’t rub your eyes, it will be better if you leave it and take a good sleep “ he added .
After leaving, he leaned to kiss my head .
“ good night “ he said
“ wait! “ i said
His eyes locked into mine , waiting for me to say what I want to say.
“ why did you went to the banquet, with her? “ i couldn’t stop my curiosity so i asked him .
He chuckled quietly then pinned my chin forcing me to look at him..
“ you jealous? “ he said
A bold idea came up to me ,
“Yes..i am! “ I didn’t wasted time and answered his question seriously.
He was frozen in his place , stopped chuckling and has a surprised face expression .
I gathered all my courage to say the three most difficult words ..
“ i love you victor! “ i said , while looking into his face..
then reached to his face and give him a quick peck on his lips ..
“ don’t make me feel this way again, I hate it !“ i said and then went for another kiss . But He didn’t kiss me back , still surprised by my bold move.
“ when i saw how you looked to her when she was talking to you . You were smiling while and looking into her eyes , I wondered if you ever started to lose your feelings towards me , i was really scared of losing you.. i even started to imagine how you would look in your groom suit .. standing beside her in front of everyone… i was so scared “ my voice cracked at the end.. i felt the tears forming in my eyes
“ I really… really don’t want to lose you . I did my research about her, She won countless times and even has the f-“ my speech were cut off with his hot kiss .
He closed his eyes and rested his one hand on the back of my head and the other on my neck.
He pulled his lips away from mine when he noticed how i was struggling to breathe.
“ … you talk too much” he said while maintaining his sharp eyes on me.
“Since when you had these thoughts on that little brain of yours? Instead of using it on useless things, apply this effort and worry about your unfinished weekly report instead. You thought I haven’t noticed how distracted you were ?“ Victor said.
“ relax dummy , Lili is just an older sister to me. She asked if i can company her since her husband on business trip outside china. Lili is busy in work but also dealing with three kids at the same time. I was just helping her manage the deal she had with SJ company , you don’t have to worry that little head of yours on such matters “ victor added.
“ Duckie, i searched for you, and luckily after 10017 years i was able to meet you again. The little head of yours could never imagine how bad I wanted to see that silly smile of yours again. I waited for so long , and you better make it up to me. In other words , Be mine” victor said , while holding my left cheek and went for another breathless kiss ..
“ i —-love —-you——-, Dummy “ he said between his kisses ..
“ don’t close your eyes, look at me when iam talking to you. You know that i love when you’re bold with me, right?” he said smiling at me then slightly biting my lower lip ..
“I was so happy when i met you, in the end of the banquet . I thought you went with her“ i said while having a big silly smile on my face
“ There is only one thing you should be happy about……. It has always been you and only you” he said while looking at my eyes and holding my hot blushing cheeks in his big hand .
After making out sessions for straight two hours , he lay me down on the bed pulling the quilt over my body.
“ go to sleep, and NEVER think about theses useless matters . if you want to ask me something Just ask me directly ... Goodnight dummy” he said ..
“Good night” i replied softly
He smiled then give me a final forehead kiss and went outside the room after dimming the lights ..
In the next day i went to LFG to submit my weekly report , suddenly i received a call from Kiki
“ boss, i made a surprise for you!! you are going to thank me for it . Don’t overthink about it, and just enjoy the surprise” she said while giggling in mischievous manner.
She closed the call, i was nervous and curious at the same time but I didn’t pay much attention on that because I didn’t have much time left, i have weekly report to submit! . I hurried to victors office and luckily I arrived on time but I found my secret love letters has been opened on victors office already and he had one of them on his hand , taking his time reading it while drinking his coffee ..
he noticed me standing near the door , surprised and embarrassed . Victor smirked in anticipation
“ You have a lot of explainings to do , Producer Duckie “ he said while giving me smirky face
what a Great start to my day.
The End
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Victor
It happened to be one of LFG’s top executives, who’d attended a conference regarding the annual financial reports
These type of things didn’t concern you, but if Victor hadn’t promised you a dinner date afterwards, you wouldn’t have been waiting in the lobby until the meeting wrapped up.
A swarm of finely dressed businessmen flooded the exit of the conference room—led by none other than the man you were waiting for; marching forward with so much dignity and authority, no one in their right mind could mistake this man as anything besides the CEO.
You raised your hand to wave him over, only to lower it slowly when you realized he was already in deep conversation with someone (other than Goldman).
Goldman was trying his best to keep up with the duo, furiously scratching notes.
The third man was someone that blended in with the environment perfectly—tailored suit, sleek shoes that glimmered with every step, and a handsome face to top it all off (obviously not as handsome as Vic’s but a close second)
It seemed Victor was already aware of your presence because he’s begun to walk towards your exact direction, both Goldman and the stranger following suit.
Goldman is the first to give you a meek greeting, but says nothing more. The conversation reaches a lull as soon all three men have reached you.
“We’ll discuss this in greater depth at the next briefing, but for now, I believe I’m needed elsewhere.”
He makes a subtle gesture towards you, catching the attention of both men—especially the stranger who does a quick double-take when he glances at you.
The stranger’s gaze flitters between you and Victor before landing on you with an out-stretched hand.
“I don’t believe we’ve met before.”
The attractive smile on his face is anything but welcoming. In fact, it puts you off a bit, but you return the gesture anyway
“Ah! I don’t actually work—”
Victor cuts you off swiftly, saving you from the embarrassment of explaining your position.
“MC is the president of a production company LFG is currently funding.“
Remembrance flickers in the man’s eyes. “That must mean you’re the producer of Miracle Finder!”
Before you can say anything more, he takes your hand in his and grins.
“I’ve been a fanatic of your show since I was young—you have no idea how much it means to finally meet you.”
He pauses briefly, taking a few seconds to stare at your more intensely than earlier, before adding: “I didn’t realize the producer of Miracle Finder was such a beautiful, young woman.”
Though you don’t see it, because the stranger has practically blocked Victor from your view—your boyfriend’s perpetually stone-cold expression has hardened into displeasure and annoyance.
And Goldman is looking nervous as fuck.
To say the man’s comments and enthusiasm are uncomfortable is an understatement, but you can’t seem to do more than politely continue to shake his hand and smile.
You almost say something before an arm snakes around your waist and tugs you to Victor’s side.
The sheer strength of his grip gives you absolutely no reason to question his sudden movements.
“And this ‘beautiful woman’ and I were just about to head out for dinner together.”
Victor’s voice dips an octave deeper as it leans close to your ear:
“Weren’t we, MC?”
The blush in your face practically speaks for itself—you nod slowly before Victor calls over his shoulder.
“Goldman, cancel the rest of the today’s agenda.” He gives your side a little squeeze, before dipping down to press a sound kiss to your lips.
“I intend on spending the rest of my day with my partner.”
And suddenly, the two of you are stalking past Goldmab and the executive without another word—thoroughly stomping on the man’s pride along the way.
You don’t need to see it for yourself to know the color has drained from every inch of the his face and he’ll probably be standing in place for a long while...
But a certain something about Victor’s actions felt empowering—the satisfaction that you managed to make one of the most powerful men in the country jealous.
Rather than feel embarrassed, you revel in the sweet feeling and lean into his grasp with every intention to fulfill your boyfriend’s wish of spending the day with you.
Lucien
Whenever jealousy entered the equation, it was typically you who was feeling jealous over the fact that your boyfriend was a natural chick-magnet.
This was the first instance it had ever gone differently, though.
You didn’t care much for his lectures nor the students that attended—you fell asleep more often than you cared to admit and hoped he wouldn’t mind.
Maybe it was your appearance or clothing that had somehow fooled the red headed student beside into thinking you were also a student because he immediately takes that impression after seeing you for the first time.
You had felt a heavy gaze on you during the entire lecture—no doubt coming from the student beside you.
Towards the end of the lecture, just as Lucien was beginning to wrap up, you felt someone tap your arm with a pen.
You turned towards the source of the tapping to find that very student staring back at you fondly.
He slides a tiny piece of paper in your direction, containing a row of digits that spoke for itself.
Instead of accepting his number, you shook your head gently as to say ‘no, sorry’
And you think he’s understood, nodding to himself with a thin smile before taking back the paper. His gaze returns to the front of the room and says nothing more for the rest of the lecture.
6 o’ clock strikes and students begin to file out. You lose track of Lucien amongst the crowd, and rise up from your seat to look for him when an unfamiliar grip pulls you back.
“I haven’t seen you around campus before—are you a student?”
The arm belongs to the redheaded student. You meet his smiling gaze, to find that it feels so much colder than before.
“Ah, I’m sorry, but I’m in a bit of a rush...”
The smile on the student’s face is replaced with an impatient frown before he pulls out the same piece of paper from before.
“Aw, don’t be like that—what’s it gonna take to get a pretty girl’s number?”
You’re almost about to pull your arm back before a third voice interjects:
“For your information, Mr. Lee—she happens to be taken.”
Both you and the student turn to find Lucien observing the situation a few aisles away—but even distance cannot conceal the coldness in his gaze when it flickers towards the redhead: ‘Mr. Lee’
You’re stunned silent by how quickly Lucien makes it to your side, pulling you back himself before snaking a protective arm around your waist.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d refrain from touching my girlfriend—unless you’d rather have campus security interrupt next time.”
If the atmosphere hadn’t been so tense, you would’ve laughed at the expression on the student’s face the moment he made the connection between you and Lucien.
Pure, unadulterated shock and embarrassment.
The glimmer of superiority and danger in Lucien’s gaze juxtaposes the smile on his face as he stares the student down until he leaves the lecture hall entirely.
You breathe a sigh of relief and allow Lucien to walk you out afterwards—just before he pauses by a trash bin to discard of a familiar piece of paper.
As the paper glides to the bottom of the bin, Lucien’s grip on your waist tightens before he whispers something by your ear.
“I realized he was moving on you from the very beginning... If I could help it, butterfly, he’d never have the chance to lay a single finger on you.”
Kiro
You learned to live with Kiro’s favor in the public eye—which came with a barrage of fan girls and thirst tweets that used to bother you in the beginning of you and his’ relationship.
But you were long past that jealousy and learned to even take pride in your boyfriend’s popularity.
Kiro’s label arranged for a collaboration between him and another popular singer that you happened to be a fan of.
You were excited when Kiro first told you the news and begged him to bring you along to the recording studio for a chance to meet the star in person.
Unfortunately—Kiro would soon come to regret this decision as soon as the star seemed to be taking interest in you.
Besides Savin and Kiro’s execs, the nature of you and his’ relationship was relatively clandestine.
It was only expected that the star would also be under the impression the two of you were nothing but business partners.
The star was mostly laid-back and pleasant. But even after the starry-eyed pleasantries and introductions, he couldn’t seem to focus on anything but you.
“It’s pretty inspiring that you’re running a whole production company by yourself.”
You smile timidly as the star stared at you fondly—and all the while, Kiro is mentally seething.
Who the fuck gave pretty-boy the permission to talk to his girlfriend like that? And why’d you seem to be enjoying his company so much?
The final straw is the moment he dips down to whisper something in your ear, but the telltale pink in your face afterwards suggests that it was much more than friendly..
He steps out of the room to compose himself and grab a bottle of water, but when he returns, he’s greeted with the sore sight of the star’s arm around you shoulders.
“Do you happen to be seeing anyone? I doubt anyone as gorgeous as you is still single...”
The unease in your expression is a far-cry from all the excitement it held earlier. You seem to be tripping over words to tell this man that you’re actually very taken without revealing your relationship with Kiro.
And luckily—you don’t need to struggle any longer, because a hopeful hand smacks away the one currently violating your personal space.
“—And too bad she isn’t!”
You’re instantly thrust into Kiro’s embrace, who wraps you safe in his arms. You peer up at his face to find his pupils constricting dangerously and a deep-set frown on his face.
“It’s dangerous to mess with another guy’s girl, so don’t let me catch you touching her again.”
Surprise and irritation is written all over the other man’s face as his gaze flitters between you and Kiro.
He finally lets out a dry laugh and raises his hand in defense.
“Hey man, look—”
Without giving him another second to speak, Kiro turns towards you with a bright grin.
“We have a couple hours before recording starts—how about grabbing a bite before, yeah?”
He pulls you out the studio, slamming the door shut with a bang that resonates throughout the empty corridor—effectively cutting all the previous tension and giving you a chance to feel at ease once more.
Gavin
Birdcop never thought he’d feel jealous over a simple exchange between you and the guy working the counter at clothes store the two of you were currently in.
But there he was!
Originally, he’d offered to drive you to the mall so you could pick up a few outfits—but upon endless insistence, he wound up accompanying you the entire day.
With a heap of clothing in his arms (because of course he offered to carry all of your bags), and you holding nothing but your purse and a drink—the two of you made way to the register to check-out everything.
The only person working was a tall, smiley man that brightened up upon seeing you. He only turned to look towards Gavin once before focusing on you for the rest of the checkout
“Hi. Will this be everything today?”
You smiled and nodded before beginning to open your wallet.
Though you didn’t see it but Gav sure did, the cashier was sneaking in glances at you every so often as he scanned each article of clothing with a smile that was beginning to look anything but pleasant.
He watched the way the stranger’s eyes raked every inch of your appearance, taking advantage of your obliviousness as you searched for your card.
“Ah, this will definitely look great on you! Oh, this too...I believe we just received a shipment of this yesterday...I think I have a couple extra discounts for you!”
You giggled at his attempt to spur conversation until the cashier finally turned towards Gavin—who, all the while, watched the scene play out with a clenched jaw and urge to punch the guy.
“...This your brother?”
oop—
You paused awkwardly and almost corrected him before Gavin slung an arm around your shoulder.
“Nah—her boyfriend.”
The atmosphere turned icy in an instant. Even the cashier’s movements had stilled as the seemingly-perpetual smile on his face became sheepish.
With his free hand, Gavin fished for his own credit card before laying it flat on the counter.
“I’ll pay—and we won’t be needing any discounts.”
The cashier’s shaky movements, along with Gavin’s cold gaze that seemed to be telling the man ‘hurry the fuck up’—you wanted to shrink away from the whole situation and the awkwardness of it all, but a small part of you found it a littleee funny.
The man had finished scanning and bagging everything in the blink of an eye, shoving them in your direction with a mumbly “have a nice day”.
Gavin grabbed all the bags in one swoop without so much as glancing at the cashier, who was already looking anxiously for the next customer.
You scolded Gavin lightly after the two of you had left the store, to which he responded with a defensive: “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you!”
You rolled your eyes and continued to walk with him before mumbling,
“You should’ve at least accepted the discount...”
Shaw
It was a sleazy fucker at the club who thought his comments were actually piquing your interest.
You had to admit that you dolled up a little extra when Shaw invited you out dancing—so you should’ve expected that your boyfriend’s eyes wouldn’t be the only pair on you that night.
He left you on the floor to grab a couple drinks, and the high-energy of the club was beginning to tire you out, so you left to find a place to sit.
There were two empty seats by the bar counter—originally meant for you and Shaw, but it didn’t take long until a stranger swept in to take the seat instead.
His sudden presence caught you off guard, but before you could say anything about the seat being reserved—he shot a grin in your direction.
“Did you come alone, beautiful?”
The way the stranger’s eyes scrutinized your figure put you off immediately.
“Actually, no, but I was saving that seat for someone...”
“If it’s for your friend, then I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I stole you away for a little.”
The man’s voice lowered slightly, and the sparkle in his gaze spoke for itself.
“Don’t worry, I won’t take long—just saw you dancing earlier and just wanted to say how great you looked...”
A beer bottle slammed by your side before you felt a familiar presence intrude upon you and the stranger.
“It was fucking hot, wasn’t it?”
Tendrils of lavender hair and a piercing, gold gaze caught your eye as soon as Shaw shoved himself between you and the man.
“I was actually just about to tell my girlfriend how good she looked as well.”
You hardly have a second to react before Shaw’s lips crash into yours—earning not only the surprise of the man, but the gaze of several onlookers.
But he didn’t care. Shaw kept on kissing you; thoroughly ravaging every region of your mouth with his tongue—saliva dribbling and teeth clicking until you felt yourself becoming dizzy—as though Shaw were trying to subdue you.
in reality, it was all an attempt to tell the bastard “fuck off my girlfriend”.
He peered over his shoulder while kissing you, making sure the man was long gone before pulling you out of the passionate frenzy.
You were surprised to find that the man was no where to be seen, but Shaw was smiling to himself—adjusting the collar of his leather jacket before downing his drink.
While settling into the barstool by yours, he took quick notice of your wincing as you lightly touched the bite marks on your lips.
You still seem dazed and so thoroughly kissed, he’s honestly pretty impressed with his work.
Clicking his tongue, Shaw leans on the back of his chair before slinging an arm over your shoulder and pressing a sound kiss to your cheek.
“Sorry, doll. But I didn’t want that fucker getting any ideas.”
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Cuddle., v.
The house is quiet. Too quiet.
Victor's eyes narrowed suspiciously as he placed his shoes neatly near those pair of shoes she favored to use for work.
Ever since she started living with him, he had started coming home to sounds of ruckus that can be heard even in the garage.
So for him to come home to a silent home means two things: either she pulled an overtime- which is unlikely since she would definitely let him know about her schedule for the entire day or...she's sleeping which is quite early even for his standard.
He won't admit it but a flash of dread and panic rushed through him as he picked up his pace, searching the rooms she frequent in, his emotions flaring when he couldn't find his beloved. He was this short to calling Goldman when he finally found her buried in numerous duvet, curled up in a fetal position on the cold hard floor of the balcony outside of their shared room.
This dummy, he shook his head at the sight, calming himself inwardly before he decided to let her know of his presence. He had half a mind to chide her, to scold her for letting him think of the worst situation, deciding against it as he watched her unmoving figure.
Letting out a small sigh, he shrugged off his blazer and loosened his tie as he walked over to where she is, unceremoniously sitting on the floor just next to her.
Together, they reveled in the silence between them. If there's anything he is known for-aside from his sharp tongue, it was his patience especially for her and so he waited until he felt her scooting over him, cutting the distance between them, him reaching over when she's just an arm's length from him, gently scooping her over to his lap- not caring if it's a bit uncomfortable nor cold because all he cared about was her and her well-being.
"Do you want to talk about it?" his voice was uncharacteristically soft and gentle- a tone he only used for her and her alone, his arm reflexively wrapping around her, his hand stroking over her duvet covered head.
She let out a small hum, shaking her head as she shifted to a more comfortable position, snuggling her head to his chest while he let out a small hum of his own.
He won't admit it but there are some things she does that leaves him baffled and confused and while he is not used to doing things such as comforting and cuddling especially on a hard floor, if it's for her, he would try.
"Je n'aime que trois choses," he began, knowing how much she adored his voice- much more if he speaks French. "Le Soleil, La Lune, et Toi."
He looked down, watching her as he recited the poem, hoping he could convey what he felt for her, hoping he could give her the comfort she needed.
And when he finally saw her close her eyes, he let out the breath he's holding, pulling her closer as he dropped a small kiss on top of her head.
“Je n'aime que trois choses,” he whispered. “Le Soleil, La Lune et Toi...pour toujours.”
Okay. I’m definitely okay. So... just a bit of fun fact: the poem Victor was reciting was a poem I did uh...months back. Not to shamelessly promote that poem but see, when I saw your prompt I was like... heeeeey this one could work with the prompt! So I shamelessly used it and well, if anyone’s French, please let me know if it’s grammatically correct. I’m still trying to learn French through duolingo so yep. lmao.
I hope you like this one! I’m just uwu-ing the entire time I was writing this.
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mlqc | sunday morning
I recently (well~like three months ago) got into this game called Mr Love: Queen’s Choice, and after doing some ‘research’ aka gaming, I felt confident enough to write something. So, here’s a little headcanon about a blissful Sunday morning with the boys~
Warning(s): ever so slightly NSFW (insinuations of a dirty-minded author), profanity/swearwords
Victor
Victor’s quite the workaholic, as we all know
like this man will be working 60-70 hours a week, often bringing work home with him
you’ll be on the couch in pajamas and acting like a total bum while he’s literally next to you wearing glasses and breezing through 50 reports and documents
you steal his laptop and glasses when he starts criticising your report
“Victor noooooooo~work mode OFF!” as you zoom past him with his prescription glasses (he got them fancy glasses with the blue light filter because he’s A WORKAHOLIC and he’s always staring at a computer)
needless to say, this man doesn’t usually have time to spare
sunday mornings are yours though
Victor doesn’t necessarily take the entire day off, but after a certain dummy’s whining, he has agreed to try and have a lie-in on sundays
he *usually* still wakes up before you, because he functions on like 5 hours of sleep (lemme tell y’all, it’s a curse and a blessing in one)
Vic’s a total tsundere, but these moments definitely show off his #SoftCEO side
his little lovebug is sleeping peacefully, wearing one of his pyjama shirts (I bless you with the headcanon that Victor sleeps in silk pyjama pants sans shirt because he runs HOT)
actually, you’re drooling a little bit but even though Victor’s going to pretend he’s annoyed, he never is
oOOhh, also canon that this man is the big spoon in sleeping positions. he naturally gravitates towards you and holds you tight because he’s NEEDY
sometimes you’ll sleep facing each other. Victor holds you against his chest and just cradles your body in his like his life depends on it
100% will entangle his long ass legs with yours
strokes your hair and presses kisses on the crown of your head to wake you up in a gentle way (despite his demeanour, he’s actually remarkably gentle y’all see why i call him #SoftCEO?)
as you wake up, he’ll mock your bedhead with this incredibly fond look in his eyes baby boy these words don’t match your actions
you guys actually get up rather soon after, cos you are both busy people...
fun times in the bathroom not like tHAT well actually kinda~ but for legal reasons everything you do is PG, please spare author-nim who’s still ~barely~ underage
you take a shower and belt your favourite song that’s playing from the built-in speaker (did Victor get a built-in speaker because you thought it was cool? yep. did you ask? nope. did he do it anyways? yehep.) while he goes through his simple morning routine
you probably have more steps in your skincare routine, but he uses a serum, cleanser, moisturizer and some eye cream on the daily
has given you permission to do his skincare at night whenever you both have time
to reciprocate, he dries your hair after your shower you guys HAVE listened to the Right Beside You ASMR, right? ...it’s on YT for free because we’re poor, i know
also canon, blowing raspberries on Victor’s bare back while he’s brushing his teeth will make him choke on toothpaste. tested and approved by MC
“Dummy. What on earth are you doing?”
he hangs around and waits for you to get ready if he’s already done, you do the same. time is something Victor knows all too well, so the precious time he has, he wants to spend with you.
you guys DON’T shower together in the morning because really you’re not getting cleaner ahhh author-nim should really stop
afterwards, you get dressed in some relatively casual clothes (i’m talking a dress shirt without a tie or a polo shirt because no way that this man owns actual t-shirts) and have a simple breakfast
he cooks, obviously.
always makes a balanced, Chinese breakfast (congee or wonton, noodles, tofu pudding, etc.) because he wants you two to start the day well, even on a slow sunday
also, he travels a lot, so he likes eating Chinese food whenever he’s home
ahh...waking up with Victor just sounds like a dream
Lucien
i’m a bit biased on this bitch because he was my first favourite in the game so this might get long. might not. just,,,we’ll see
Lucien is a bit like Victor, where he doesn’t sleep much and works a lot
On the other hand, his work is...ehem...shadier, so he usually works in his office when he’s at home
you’ll both have your own space to do whatever you need to do
days off for Lucien are rare. he usually powers through until he drops
for someone who constantly reminds you to take care of yourself, he’s mediocre at doing exactly that
after getting to know him better, which wasn’t an easy feat because damn this man has more layers than an onion he’ll also make you cry more bUUT we’re not ready to unpack that suitcase, you start noticing when he needs a day off. often even before he notices
you lock his office door and force him to take the FULL day off at least
he could technically open his office again, but he loves you and he’ll humour your attempts
Lucien wakes up before you. always. you’ve seen him asleep like 3 times in your entire relationship.
Luci sleeps like 8 hours,,,a week.
he watches you sleep i feel like that makes too much sense for his character. we love a creepy boy. and wholeheartedly feels at rest with your sleeping figure by his side
in his sleep, Lucien lies on his back, holding you by the waist as you sleep on top of him. your leg is often slung around his middle, so you’re enveloping him. he likes the weight of you on top of him; it keeps him grounded and he likes feeling like he’s yours as much as you are his.
on another note, Lucifer—ah whoops—sleeps butt naked. i honestly can’t imagine him wearing clothes in bed. he’s not shy about his body and feels absolutely no need to cover up for his significant other.
you, however, don’t usually sleep naked. well...nowadays you end up sleeping naked more often than not because alright author-nim’s horrible. can’t help it, he’s a fucking scorpio?
because you guys take a day off, Lucien’s content with waiting and watching until you wake up
he feels you stir on his chest and honestly your drowsy eyes make him swoon
“Already awake, my beautiful butterfly?”
his slightly husky morning voice *really* does things to a person tbh
you guys stay in bed for a good half hour after you wake up, just cuddling and talking, also sneaking in a kiss here and there
you have the same habit of tracing each other’s bodies with your fingertips
his fingers flutter over your waist, you trace his chest or hands with your index again, it’s a very grounding experience to Lucien
when you do get up and head to the bathroom, first thing you do is shower together
he likes washing your hair
bathroom bits might happen, but surprisingly, it’s not a thing that happens a lot so don’t come at me. we’re being wholesome
Lucien’s incredibly intimate and his love language is touch. Yes, he has a way with words but he’s also a really good manipulator
he’s used his words for evil too often and therefore can’t trust words anymore. so he uses physical intimacy as a way to show love.
Lucien has a skincare routine of dermatologically approved products. a double cleanse, serum, essence and moisturizer. he uses anti-age sometimes to prevent later wrinkles.
they’re also one of the reasons why he smells clean and fresh
will tickle you when you’re rinsing your mouth. you’ve sprayed water all over the bathroom mirror before. he loves the reaction.
if you’re having a day off, you’ll probably just wear sweatpants and a t-shirt or a sweater. Lucien’s closet is relatively plain but clean. he has the best cable-knit sweaters/cardigans though.
your breakfast consists of western things like yogurt or oatmeal. Lucien likes having fruit at the start of the day
the rest of the day is spent relaxing and lounging, walking in the park, biking, reading, drawing, whatever you’d like
maaan...i wish i had more days off
Gavin
Gavin’s actually a decently laid-back person on weekends
like, sure he has to work a lot, but his job doesn’t necessarily force him to work from home, so you pretty much have his full attention at home but also he can’t bear to not give you his full attention so what are we expecting
the nasty thing about Gavin being a police officer is that sometimes, he gets called up and needs to work at unconventional hours
also, he gets injured. most of his injuries are minor, but that doesn’t stop you from worrying.
but anyways, he’s not a total busy bee when he’s at home, and relaxing isn’t exceptional
sunday mornings are...well...active. Birdcop goes on a run/hits the gym every morning, so he’s awake by 6am. what did y’all think i was going to write
afterwards, he takes a quick shower and joins you in bed again.
Gavin sleeps in a pair of basketball shorts and a singlet. he’s somewhat shy about sleeping shirtless, and god forbid he sleep naked. but it’s all good and he respects your boundaries. besides, he’s comfortable in his sleep and that’s all that matters.
you spoon in your sleep. sometimes, he’s the big spoon because he likes being able to ‘protect’ you in his sleep. other times, he relishes in the comfort of being the little spoon and feeling you pressed up against his back.
very important headcanon! you’ve learnt to sleep with the bedroom window open. on workdays, Gavin gets home late and jumps right into the bedroom. it’s become a typical habit for you two, although you used to be grumpy about not being able to sleep with the noises of traffic.
you’re usually awoken by the sound of the shower and Gavin’s humming it’s canon that he hums now, bitches. also I bet his singing voice is amazing
so it’s less ‘sleeping in’ and more ‘lounging in bed like the lazy bastards you are’ i’m kiDDING
if he’s able to, Gavin might convince you to go on a run with him....but let’s be honest, you rarely agree
Gavin’s a total cuddlebug though, so be prepared to spend the next forty-five minutes in the tightest hug ever (to be fair, you’re not complaining)
he’s completely soft for you and you’ll have to wrestle out of his grip to get to the bathroom
you don’t shower in the morning, so everything’s pretty quick
Gavin doesn’t actually have a good skincare regiment tbh...he’ll slap on some cream and that’s it. probably washes his face in the shower with body wash...AND HIS SKIN STILL LOOKS AMAZING
you like making funny faces in the mirror while brushing your teeth and making Gavin laugh while he’s watching you in the doorway. he loves how you just make his day with the smallest things.
you guys both dress in really casual clothing, like hoodies and shorts/sweatpants/pj pants unless you’re going somewhere
Gavin has them grey sweatpants, if you know what I mean okay I’ll chill, sorry~
you wear his shirts a lot because they’re super big on you and Gavin secretly not-so-secretly thinks you’re adorable in them (a good thing about Gavin is that he’s easy to read; he blushes rather quickly)
“Ahh...it’s just—you look so tiny and cute.” guess he’s not the only one blushing now
i see Gavin as a ‘bun for breakfast’ kind of person. he picks them up at the stall a couple of miles away when he heads home. sometimes he does so running, other times...well he’s not called Birdcop for nothing
you guys have 2 buns each for breakfast because they’re delicious
lounge time is often spent gaming or cleaning the house (you’re both busy people and Gavin tends to get messy because he just chucks clothes on the floor after a hard workday)
you make the most out of your sunday, hoping Gavin doesn’t get called in
who wouldn’t like being domestic with Gavin?
Kiro
Kiro, unsurprisingly, has an incredibly busy schedule
one that, similar to Gavin, isn’t really decided by himself
i suppose his situation is a tad bit worse than Birdcop’s, since his workdays don’t even actually end when he gets home. he constantly practices choreos, singing, etc. at home
so, full days off are few and very, very far between
this makes them extra precious
it helps to have a lazy morning once in a while though (in Kiro’s case, lazy sundays are most likely a bi-weekly thing)
you wake up first! Kiro needs his beauty sleep, and damn this boy can knock in 16 hours of sleep if need be
you’ll probably lay in bed for a while and then attempt to get up and ready for the day
until...you feel Kiro’s arm tugging you back
for a skinny, lithe boy, he’s remarkably strong. he pulls you back to bed with the groggiest, cutest sleep-laced voice EVER
“Mmm, Miss Chips, it’s not time to wake up yet, is it?”
he snuggles into you and refuses to wake up unless you give him kisses
during the night, Kiro sleeps in actual pyjamas with cute characters on them. when he feels lazy, he’ll probably just slip on a t-shirt and some boxer shorts, but he likes putting in the effort to wear matching couple pyjamas
Kiro cuddles with you 24/7, and sleep makes little difference here. he’s often the little spoon because he does like feeling your presence and your grip on him. he moves around when sleeping, so you might end up out of each other’s embrace, but Kiro subconsciously always touches you in some way or form, like holding hands or intertwining legs. he’s a man with many identities and needs your presence as a reassurance that he’s still the man that you love
he loves to pepper your face with kisses after getting home from rehearsals/concerts, claiming that it gives him energy
you do the same in the morning, anything to hear that sweet giggle of his
he’s deceptively cute though, and innocent morning kisses tend to spiral into...something more let’s just be honest, his stamina is something else entirely i’M SORRY
morning exercise? check. Hotel? Trivago. non-sponsored~
you guys don’t shower in the morning. Kiro’s used to showering after practice, which is late at night, and you shower in the evenings to help you relax
however, on a rare occasion, you’ll draw a nice bath together and play around with bubbles and scented bath bombs so fun and relaxing
Kiro totally has a 14-step skincare regiment. you don’t get that beautiful baby-smooth skin without some effort.
he has the best ‘mid-range to high-end’ products on the market, and loves sweet and floral scents for his skincare and makeup. you guys try to line up each other’s routines to be able to do them together every morning.
Kiro also has a huge bedhead in the morning! it’s your job to get this sleepyhead styled for a fun day
even Kiro’s casual loungewear is top-notch hip and trendy. he has fun sweatpants with chains, belts, patches, you name it. he likes holding a little fashion show with you, no matter what you two are wearing
old jeans? strut it. thrifted shirt? vogue, honey.
Kiro’s on a strict diet, so usually he has a smoothie and some tofu pudding for breakfast. on occasion, you’ll indulge him in something decadent, like French toast or pancakes. on moments like these, you swear he loves you juuuuuust a little more but don’t tell Savin!
you guys are a relatively active couple, so unless you’re inside gaming or busy working, you’ll spend some time in thrift stores or karaoke bars, arcades, fun fairs,...
just thinking about Kiro brightens my day...
As always, I hope you enjoyed reading this! I’ll try to bring out more content for K-Pop idols, otome characters and anime characters during the holidays. Requests are still open, so don’t be afraid to send a little message in my ask-box!
Love,
R.
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Attached Memo - [Victor]
Christmas is coming and I am supposed to be working on a fanfic for the Secret Santa event 😱, but here I am posting another random inspiration that wouldn’t leave me be 😆. Dearest recipient, I promise I will get your present ready by Christmas, by hook or by crook 😂.
The inspiration for this time’s one-shot would be from an in-game message of the same title that I received from Victor. A fellow tumblr mate @caesurables had also made a fanart related to this same in-game message, which you can check out. She also made other amazing fanarts for MLQC and other fandoms 😍.
This one-shot also contained a very slight mention of my previous one-shot for Victor, “An Echo of Innocence” at the end. Even so, you can still read this one-shot independently from that one.
Hope you all enjoy it ~
Words: 1616 words
By every month-end, the girl would need to submit a report, which consisted of her company’s financial performance and its plans for the coming month, to Victor.
Since there wasn’t anything particularly complicated about this kind of report and she usually had more than enough time for completing it, she was confident that she would get it done within two days at most. She had never expected to be unable to write up a single satisfactory sentence regarding the company’s future plans, even after spending four days at racking her brain for ideas.
At that moment, she was starting to worry that she would end up having nothing to submit to Victor when the CEO returned from his business trip. Even though she had received countless criticisms from Victor for her past reports and show proposals, she had never missed out on submitting her tasks on time, let alone not submitting anything.
To make things worse, on the day when Victor was leaving for his business trip, she had proclaimed to him on the phone that the report would already be on his desk by the time he returned to his office. Having spoken so confidently at that time, she could not possibly face Victor with a blank report now …
Why, oh, why did I say that at that time?
Of course, she knew full well the answer to her internal wailing.
Having constantly been on the receiving end of Victor’s sharp-tongued remarks, she thought she could at least show him this time that she wasn’t a dummy, that she could carry out her task efficiently!
Grrr...This is all Victor’s fault!
At this point in time, having wasted days without making any progress, her frustration had reached the limit and she didn’t want to think about her report or the approaching deadline anymore. Instead, she decided to vent out her pent-up frustrations from the past few days in the way she knew best.
She started scribbling.
It had been quite some time since she last drew something. Having been so busy with producing shows and writing reports to LFG, she hadn’t really sat down and done something fun without having her mind occupied with work-related matters.
Since the source of her frustration was the unfinished report, it wasn’t surprising that she would end up ranting about the recipient of the report in her mind as she roughly sketched out the unamused expression of a certain CEO’s face on the back of a rejected report.
Demonic, poker-face boss! Always assigning me reports and bringing forward the deadlines on a whim!
While complaining about Victor, her hand that was holding the pencil had picked up pace and she vigorously sketched out another image of Victor, a more cartoon-like and comical sketch of the CEO with an angry look, on a torn-off page of a memo pad.
Erase, draw, erase, draw.
Every time the sketch seemed imperfect to her, she would erase the line and redraw again. She didn’t know how long she had been doing that, but she wasn’t frustrated with the repeated attempts. Instead, she would sometimes laugh at the imperfections she had made on her sketch, such as when she drew Victor’s eyes smaller than actual or when she accidentally drew Victor's face too wide. When she was finally done with her sketch, she had held up the memo paper and admired it with a proud smile.
Now that I look at it, even though it’s an angry face, it did seem kind of cute… unlike the actual person.
She laughed at her own thoughts.
Stifling a yawn, she then rubbed her eyes and placed the memo paper on her table. It was nearly midnight and since she had been pulling all-nighter at home after work for four days straight, she decided to just go to sleep.
I will just work on the report tomorrow night.
Perhaps, the time she had spent on the random sketches was exactly the short break that her mind needed, as she started making good progress on the report on the very next day. Much to her relief, she managed to complete everything by the deadline. After compiling her report, she had rushed to LFG and managed to place the report neatly on Victor’s desk before the latter was there.
Phew, mission accomplished.
Heaving a sigh of relief and feeling as though a weight had been taken off her shoulders, she left LFG and decided to head to her company instead. It was when she was halfway from reaching her company that she received a message from Victor, informing her that he had noticed her report on his desk.
While she was thinking about making more silly sketches of Victor to break out of a slump next time, a thought had suddenly occurred to her, which caused her to halt her steps.
Speaking of sketches, where was that sketch that she had made of Victor nights ago?
The first possibility that instantly came to her mind was her greatest fear.
It can’t be that coincidental … right?
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Having returned from the overseas business trip, the first place that Victor went to was LFG and the first thing that caught his eye in his office was a stack of papers that were held together neatly with a binder clip and placed at the center of his desk. Unknowingly, a corner of his lips had tugged up slightly at that sight.
Looks like she did keep her words after all…
After sending a short message to the girl, he sat down by his desk and spent a moment looking through the report. He was going to start looking through the fifth page when he noticed something peculiar at the bottom of the page, which made one of his eyebrows arched elegantly.
On a memo paper that was stuck on crookedly at the bottom of the page, there was a pencil sketch of a man. A cartoon drawing, to be precise, which was so out-of-place among the pages of the report. Moreover, it wasn’t just any man, the more Victor looked at it, the more he realized that the face somewhat resembled … himself?
The revelation made him wonder, just what exactly was that girl thinking when she drew this?
Is this how she viewed him?
Just when he was pondering over the sketch, he felt his phone vibrated once within his pocket. He checked his phone and realized that it was a message from her.
[Hi...Is there a memo in the report I sent you?]
Without hesitation, Victor sent back a brief and concise reply within seconds.
[A memo and a scribble.]
Victor didn’t need to see her face to know her expression at that moment since anyone could easily imagine it from her following message.
[Okay, that’s the end of the conversation...I wish you a fabulous day!]
Escaping right after causing trouble? Victor didn’t give her that opportunity as he instantly replied by sending out one message after another regarding the question that was lingering on his mind upon seeing the cartoon sketch.
[Tell me what’s in your head when you draw it.]
[So, this is how you picture me?]
There was a brief pause before she replied with a hint of meekness.
[It’s a cartoon, so it’s a bit exaggerated…]
Victor was not exactly convinced by that. So, he decided to push further.
[That’s why there are flames in my eyes?]
[And my eyebrows are standing.]
[When did I look so fierce?]
There was a brief pause again before she replied.
This time, Victor could imagine her averting her eyes away from him while muttering those words indignantly.
[Maybe I can draw better if I observe the model a bit more.]
Not knowing what to say, Victor decided on the most direct and fitting reply.
[...]
Even the “…” could not fully express how baffled Victor was by her sudden shift of meek obedience to defiant indignance. Somehow, it reminded him of the past from many years ago. With a resigned sigh, he then sent out another reply.
[Observe more and hand me a better one next week.]
Perhaps, she wasn’t expecting this from him because it had taken her nearly a minute to reply back.
[Humph, alright! Let me make it clear, my creation will be based on objective facts only. So, I won’t make you look too handsome!]
Victor wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be offended or to laugh at the absurdness.
[…]
Just like before, this reply of his was followed by another sentence.
[I’d like to know the objective facts in your mind.]
This time, he kept his phone away and didn’t wait for her reply.
Looking back at the cartoon drawing of him on the memo, he let out a soft chuckle.
“It seems that, after all these years, her drawing skills have improved.”
After a moment of thought, Victor bent forward and pulled out the second drawer under his desk, he took out a small zip-lock bag containing a folded paper that had turned yellowish-brown with age. Carefully, he took the paper out from the bag, unfolded it and smoothened it before placing it right next to the cartoon sketch on his desk. There was a fond smile on his face as he looked between the faded childish sketch of the stick figures on the yellowish-brown paper and the cartoon version of his face on the memo.
Despite the simplicity and the roughness of the details of these sketches, they were considered by Victor to be far more precious than the finest artworks.
After all, these were the one-of-a-kind artworks by a certain dummy that were made with him in mind.
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One Small Decision
He really hadn’t expected that she’d really go, and that her phone would still be off 24 hours later.
It hadn’t even been that big of a deal, had it? A minor disagreement. A bit of a squabble. Hardly an actual fight, right? Yet his calls went to voicemail, his texts remained unread, and his bed was empty.
So obviously it had been a big deal to her. Victor sighed and powered on his phone screen, disappointment a bitter pill in his belly as it showed no new call or messages. “Why are you so dramatic,” he grumbled, slipping the phone back in his pocket and his feet into his shoes. “I guess I’m going to have to find you and work this out.”
He almost fondly remembered the last time the girl had disappeared on him like this. Despite getting him all worked up, she’d simply been waiting for him at his home where she belonged. A glimmer twinkled in the corner of his eye as he remembered that birthday and shook his head at how silly he’d been. But this time, she wasn’t just laying in wait with a surprise. His home was empty, her apartment was empty, and a multitude of ‘what-if’s were plaguing him already.
The phone returned to his hand and Victor flipped through the contacts, settling on Willow. His finger hovered over the number for a moment before pressing ‘call.’ There was no such hesitation on the other end; within two rings, the big personality of Willow (and the voice to match) filled Vicor’s ear.
“Mr. Victor!! I’m glad you called. Have you heard from the boss today? She didn’t show up to work and none of us have been able to reach her all day. She sent Anna a single angry emoji last night, but that’s the last we’ve heard from her. She’s with you, right? What is she mad about?”
Victor held the phone a little space away from his ear, but waited patiently for Willow’s questions to end. “No, she’s not with me. I was hoping that someone at her company had heard from her today. She stormed off yesterday afternoon and I haven’t been able to reach her since.”
“What did you DO? You must have really messed up for her to have her phone turned off through an entire work day! It’s not like the boss to just not show up to work, either.
Willow was right, and that didn’t make Victor feel any better about the situation. However, there were still options without running all over the city. Victor ended the call with Willow, navigated to Mr. Mills’s contact and dialed, more quickly this time. “Yes, Mr. Mills? Has my dummy been by Souvenir today? No? Okay, thank you. No, I won’t be in tonight. If she shows up, please let me know. Thank you.”
The ace in the hole, then. “Goldman! Have you heard from the girl today? She seems to have run off somewhere and I can’t find her.”
“Again? No, boss, I haven’t heard from her. I’m supposing you’ve spoken to her crew already if you’re calling me?”
“Obviously.” Victor sighed, doing his best to keep the beast growing in his stomach from clawing its way out. “If you happen to hear from her, tell me immediately.”
“Of course. I’ll start looking around myself. Thankfully you’ve given me a manageable workload for the week, so I have the time.” Goldman attempted a chuckle, but it quickly died in his throat. “I’m sure she’s fine. She always is.”
Victor grunted in a non-committal manner and hung up the phone, a little bit at a loss where to go from here. Perhaps it was time to break out the old Evolver list…he placed the phone face-up on his desk and opened a hidden drawer, one filled with dust and a large stack of papers. Each page contained a name, a photograph, a short description of their power, and any contact information he had. Surely someone he’d helped would be able to return the favor.
Page after page provided nothing but disappointment as Victor read through the descriptions and debated any possible angle in which the powers could be used to locate the girl. It was a much slower process than he would like, considering how long she’d already been missing. He should have gone after her! He should have apologized and brought her back home! But no. He’d let her storm out the door. He’d let her disappear into the darkness. But she was supposed to come right back. A little walk to cool down was all she needed, he was sure of it. At worst, she’d take a cab home and call him in the morning.
But what if she’s on the side of the road somewhere?
But what if she got picked up by one of those crazy anti-Evolver types?
No, no. None of that had happened. She was surely just hiding somewhere and forgot to charge her phone. He turned over another page and, as he found the face of Kiro staring back at him, Victor realized he had forgotten to ask any of the other men she was friends with if they had seen her. The thought of his girl running to another man after a fight sickened him, but at least he’d know she was safe…
And so he picked up his phone, added all four of their numbers to a group text, and swallowed his pride. “Have any of you heard from my girlfriend today? I can’t reach her.”
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The room was dark, and the rope around her wrists and ankles cut painfully into her skin. The girl whimpered slightly as she began to regain consciousness. Her head throbbed and her vision was bleary, though it began to clear a little as she blinked in rapid succession.
“Ah. Sleeping Beauty awakens, eh? Good. It’s more fun when she’s awake.”
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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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The House on Thorny Cliff (MLQC NSFW): Chapters 3 - 4 now out! 👻🏰
“We wouldn’t want to rouse the others.”
His voice is a whisper; sly as the pupils of his eyes appear to sharpen into narrow slits, looking almost feline in the low light with his slicked back hair — lavender strands damp from the rain that had begun to pour the moment you stepped out of the car to cross the threshold of the house.
“We have a habit of retiring early here,” he explains, throwing you a conspiratorial wink that does nothing but add to your confusion as you take a step back, only now aware of just how close he had been standing.
The heel of your flats brushes against something — cool and hard — and you whip around, breathing a sigh of relief to realize it was just your suitcase, unceremoniously dumped in the middle of the hall when Shaw went to retrieve the lamp, your only source of illumination in a house dimmed by a power outage.
You clear your throat. “You can stop referring to me as ‘Princess.’ I have a name. It’s-'
“We know your name.”
Movements as languid as the yawn he doesn’t bother to suppress when he cuts you short, Shaw reaches for the suitcase behind you, body so close you catch a whiff of the cinnamon and tobacco on the folds of his clothing when he says:
“As for the rest of ours, you’ll learn them soon enough.”
His breath is hot on your skin, a startling contrast with the cold permeating the house from within as warmth spreads from where it fell on the shell of your ear all the way past the collar of your blouse. You pull the panels of your coat closer together on instinct. Shaw chuckles, the sound rumbling low inside his chest like thunder outside the manor.
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Resistance - Evol: Chapter 2 - Fear
Time slowed down to a halt, as if he had done it himself, as if he had his evol back. He seemed to move in slow motion, blind, deaf, numb. The only thing that connected him to reality was the thumping of his heart, slowly drumming in his ears.
Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump.
Victor wasn’t sure time had really slowed down, or if it was his thoughts going a thousand miles per hour. In the space of a heartbeat, his mind considered everything that call had meant: retribution was finally coming, they had found a way to hurt him, they had hurt his wife.
Another heartbeat. She was dead. Andrea. Please, please, don’t take her from me.
She was sprawled on the wooden floor of the hallway, the tight space full of people Victor didn’t care to identify. Owen was kneeling beside her, touching her face, crying. Someone, probably the nanny, was trying to keep him away from his mother.
Victor couldn’t hear them. All he could focus on was the heartbeat in his ears, and his wife on the floor.
Sound and color and reality returned suddenly, as if time had resumed its course abruptly, making up for the seconds lost. In another heartbeat, he was kneeling beside her, his fingers pressing against her neck, trying to find a pulse.
Please be alive. Please, please, be alive.
“Monsieur Lee?”
Victor jumped from his chair, anxious.
“How is she?”
“Monsieur Lee, my name is Dr. Fils, I am the medical director of this hospital and one of the physicians taking care of your wife. Your wife’s condition is stable, her blood pressure is normal and she is breathing on her own.”
A wave of relief coursed through Victor’s body, forcing out the breath he was holding.
“She’s alright?”
“She is still unconscious, and we are still conducting some tests to determine why she fainted. But other than that, yes, she seems to be out of danger.”
“I want you to test her for poison as well, or anything she could have somehow ingested to make her sick.”
“I will request them right away.”
“Just do it, anything you can think of. Whatever that costs the hospital, I’ll double it. Just make sure she is completely safe.” He commanded, in full CEO mode. “I also want you to reinforce security, wherever she is located. There should be at least three extra security guards outside her door at all times, at least until I provide it myself.”
“Of course, Monsieur.”
“When can I see her?”
“As soon as we’re done examining her, we will take her to a private room. I can assure you she is being taken care of by our very finest.” The doctor reassured him. “In the meantime, I invite you to wait in our waiting room on the second floor, you will be more comfortable there.”
“Is she breathing?”
“She’s pale as a sheet, check her breathing!”
“Someone get a doctor!”
He had to think fast, but all of the voices around him were a whirlwind in his mind, scattering his thoughts, mixing with his own fear and anxiety.
Think, Victor, think. She needs you.
He leaned over, trying to feel a breath, closing his eyes with relief as he felt the warm air softly touching his face. His hand touched her neck again, pressing on the same spot he had before. Her heart was still beating. She was sick, but she wasn’t dead.
And then he noticed all the people around him, and the sound of cameras going off. No, he had to protect her. She was vulnerable, and people would try to take advantage of it. He took his coat off, cradling her head on his arm as he covered her with his coat. Then he hoisted her legs with his other arm, picking her up from the floor.
“She needs medical assistance.” He spoke to one of his employees as he settled her in his arms. “Call an ambulance, I’ll take her to my office.”
He laid her down on the leather sofa, eyes observing her, trying to figure out the best step to take. What could he do to help her, how could he save her?
“Andy! Andy, wake up, please talk to me.” He patted her face softly, his other hand holding her wrist, checking her heartbeat one more time.
“Hold on tight.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “You can’t leave me just yet.”
She was still in the ER when the doctors told him he could see her. He found her sitting on the bed, still wearing the dress from the party. She looked healthy, like they didn’t have to bring her to the hospital in an ambulance. Like he didn’t hold her unresponsive body in his arms. Like it all had been a nightmare.
“Hey, handsome.” She smiled at him.
He had no words to say. He simply gathered her in his arms, holding her as tight as he could, his lips resting on her temple. Her warm temple. She was alive.
“It’s ok, Victor, I’m fine. It was all just a scare.”
“I will be the judge of that.” He lifted a brow at her. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling fine, I really don’t know what happened.” She caressed his chest, trying to soothe him. “I was going to get Owen, that’s the last thing I remembered. When I woke up, I was here. How’s Owen? Is he here with you?”
Victor backed up slightly to look at her, holding her arms, trying to figure out in her expression anything that could indicate that she was still unwell.
“He’s in the hotel, with the nanny. I spoke to him a while ago, he was going to bed.”
“Was he scared?”
“A little. I managed to calm him down. According to the nanny’s last text, he’s sleeping soundly as we speak.”
“That’s good.” She let out a sigh of relief. “That boy has been through enough already.”
“Do you remember anything out of the ordinary? Did someone talk to you, touch you, or do something to you?”
“No, nobody talked to me.” She looked him in the eyes, worried. “Victor, you don’t need to worry, I’m really ok. I don’t even have a headache anymore.” She flashed him a smile. “I have a stiff neck, but I guess the gurney is to blame for that.”
“The Director will hear about this.” Victor frowned. “I was told you would go to a separate room. Even if you weren’t sick, you’d probably catch something here.”
“I’m fine, leave the room for people that actually need it.” Her arms wrapped around him to pull him closer. He discreetly took her hands, releasing himself from her embrace. “Victor…”
“We are not exactly alone here.” He apologized. “When is the doctor coming to talk to you? I’ll ask a nurse.”
“The doctor will be here soon to release me, the nurse already told me that.” She squeezed his hand. “God, Victor, why are you so tense?”
Her question made him even more tense, fearing she would tell something was off. He couldn’t tell her he was concerned about his safety. He couldn’t tell her her life could be at risk. He remembered the vows made on their kitchen floor, fingers laced, eyes filled with love.
“For better or worse, we are in this together.”
Victor had never failed on his word, but this time he would have to. Whatever was happening to Andrea, it was due to his actions, to some vendetta against him, because she was the easiest and most effective target. That was burden enough. She could never know.
Like numerous times in his life, Victor would take the burden silently. Regardless of how heavy it was. Regardless of how scared he felt.
“I found you on the floor of our company, pale and unresponsive.” He snapped. “You were unconscious for over an hour. Do you think I have no reason to be tense?”
He slapped himself mentally for his icy tone. Andrea didn’t react, looking him in the eyes, a mist of determination and worry on her face. She was sick, she shouldn’t have to worry about him or his feelings. The cold feeling of guilt grew inside of him.
“Ok, that’s enough.” She jumped from the bed, closing the curtains of their booth for some privacy.
“What do you think you are doing?” He grabbed her by the arm. “You should be in-”
She turned to him abruptly, taking his face in her hands and kissing his lips. Victor wanted to pull away, tell her she should be in bed, worry about her and what could become of her if his enemies kept their promise. But the kiss took all his volition, and the cold in his heart vanished magically, giving way to the warmth she was making him feel. He forgot where he was and why he was there and he deepened the kiss, trying to make her feel as loved as he felt. They pulled away slowly, lingering on the feeling as reality trickled in, his eyes opening softly to find her gaze.
“Look at that.” She smiled softly. “It works on you too.”
He couldn’t lose her. She was the order in the middle of his chaos. She was all he had that was good. He held her hands, his fingers lacing with hers.
“The doctor will come and talk to us, and we will hear what he has to say. But in the meantime, there is no need to worry. I am well.”
She was. The fragile woman he saw before was long gone, this was his Andrea now, filling his life with love and light, giving strength and peace. He couldn’t forget the menace, but maybe he could feel hope. He pressed his palms against hers, fingers tightening their grip, enforcing their bond.
“Agreed.”
The doctor came shortly after to examine Andrea one last time and give them the test results. The blood tests were normal, no foreign substances had been found, there were no major health issues that could cause the loss of consciousness. His final diagnosis: Fatigue.
“I want a second opinion.” Victor stated immediately. “She was unconscious for over an hour. It can’t be just fatigue.”
“Although that would generally be cause for worry, the truth is we found nothing that could cause it. According to the exams and my examination, your wife is perfectly healthy. She can go home. I would recommend however that she gets proper rest, plenty of fluids and make sure to see a doctor if new symptoms arise.”
“No. Make the appropriate arrangements, she will stay for the night for observation.” Victor insisted.
“No!” Andrea complained. “You heard the doctor, I’m perfectly fine. Come on, Victor, I just want to go home.”
The battle of wits between Victor and Andrea was short and inequitable. Andrea had a health professional supporting her arguments, which was hard to beat as it was. On the other hand, Victor, who had the strongest argument, couldn’t present it, and insisting without the facts would just make him look like a stubborn brat. Consequently, he had to fold. Andrea won.
Maybe the doctor’s diagnosis wasn’t completely wrong. Andrea had fallen asleep practically two minutes after the driver started the car, and judging by her soft snores, she wouldn’t be easily aroused. That gave time for Victor to dwell on his thoughts, as he watched the city lights through his window, a protective arm around his wife at all times.
He couldn’t understand why someone would waste time making a threat they wouldn’t keep. It simply didn’t make sense, unless the goal was to show him that if they wanted, they could have hurt his wife. The other option was that they did try and do something to her, but maybe someone showed up before they could. Maybe she had been drugged by some substance that wasn’t detectable in the hospital’s blood tests, something that would block her memory of what really happened. No matter the possibility, the conclusions were always the same: they wouldn’t quit until they had their revenge. Andrea could be safe for now, but if Victor didn’t act fast, she wouldn’t be safe for long.
The driver stopped the car in front of the hotel, opening the door for Victor to exit, taking his wife in his arms for the second time that day. But this time, she wasn’t like dead weight in his arms. Her face was warm, pressing against his neck, her arm instinctively wrapped around him, all of her craving her comfort.
He laid her down on the bed, hoping the dress would be comfortable enough for her to sleep in. He then pondered if he should lay down next to her and get that much deserved rest, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to relax. At least, not without a drink first.
He walked to the living room, not before checking on his son, who was sleeping soundly, curled against the Mickey Mouse plushie he had bought at Disneyland. At least for now, his family was safe. Victor could breathe a little better again.
He sat on the balcony with a glass of whiskey, contemplating his old confidant, shining in the landscape. And just like many times before, the tower gave him strength and a sense of resolution. Whatever they wanted, they wouldn’t get. He would protect his world tooth and nail, no matter the cost.
He took his phone out of his pocket, searching for an old number in his contact list. The last time they had spoken had been… seven years ago. A male voice answered after the second ring.
“I need a favor.” Victor cut through the chase. “I need you to investigate something.”
“I don’t do that anymore.” The male voice answered. “Find someone else.”
“The information I need may interest you as well.”
“Same place, the usual time. Bring payment.”
Without another word, Victor hung up, his eyes getting lost on that mighty tower again. Whoever this was, he would be ready for them. And he would make them regret the day they were born.
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Glimpse
Pairing: Victor/MC
Warnings: none; just fluff
Word Count: 1,998 words
Summary: Victor requested for you to meet him at LFG to discuss some issues about your latest report. Unaware that you are busy, Victor was surprised to find someone to come along with you.
A/N: After two succeeding angst, I guess I better write one that is a little of fluff. An AU one. I wonder if you have some prompt to share with me so don’t forget to drop your requests. Unfortunately, explicit NSFW is not my forte. We can say that I live for the angst instead? But, I am planning to write some other AU that will involve aviation and flying that I love. As always, forgive me for the grammatical errors.
Victor knows that today is your day-off. He knows that your day-offs are those you called ‘me time’ that Victor never understands at first, but slowly get used to. After all, the time that the two of you started living together, spending the weekends, always end up the two of you being less productive than intended. Though both of you don’t mind spending time together, me time is important to your routine even before meeting Victor. Hence, the day off.
Despite him not wishing you to halt your ‘me time’ while he was busy attending meetings, reading reports and answering to e-mails, your latest report doesn’t sit well, now that he is re-reading. When you’ve reported the said document last time, he wasn’t able to concentrate because of some clothes issues. That’s why, a thorough read today made him find a flaw.
And for a man such as Victor, no time to waste. Especially now that his mind is completely set to it.
He actually struggled if he’ll contact you now or just deal with it at home. But after the two of you agreed that work that will involve the two of you must not be done at home. Though bringing work at home is accepted; what is only forbidden is your shared involvement. So that leads him to contact you.
He sent you a message, requesting your presence at LFG in two hours. Again, Victor doesn’t know what you are doing today, and he believes that two hours is enough.
Instead of an affirmation of you coming, you replied that you are preoccupied.
If you only saw how Victor’s face turned to that deep scowl, you are sure that you’ve caught the devil at a wrong time. But he is insistent, and promised a week-worth of your favorite caramel pudding.
You didn’t waste time. Letting Victor win. And giving you the satisfaction of victory as well the moment that you arrived while tagging someone with you.
Giggling upon seeing his expression, him frowning in curiosity when you walk in and then pouting the next, you say, “I told you that I was preoccupied.”
Victor didn’t expect that you’ll be preoccupied with having to take care of a baby.
Of all things.
The only reason that you’re taking care of a baby, as you’ve explained to him to help him get over with his shock, is that a close friend of yours had called for some emergency. And since you’re also one of the godparents of the baby and you’re on a day off, you agreed to take care of him—a bubbly seven-months-old baby boy with growing jet black hair and brown round eyes. Now, the two of you are here after being called by Victor.
Victor looks at you as you explain. And he can’t help but gape at the sight of you holding the baby on your arms and gently swaying to ensure that the baby will not wake up from its sleep, you having giddy smile, too. For a moment, he thinks you are perfect.
“Dummy,” he mutters, “you could’ve just said that you’re preoccupied with taking care of…” He ushers a hand at her. Dropping his hand, he sighs heavily, looks away and covers his mouth as his voice softens, “You go home and we can deal the problem with your latest report tomorrow. I’ll ask Goldman to call the driver to bring you home and buy some things for me.”
“Wait,” you stop him before he could even call Goldman. You remember the poor assistant’s face upon seeing you earlier today. He completely assumes that the baby with you now is your son. “I’ll do it. And do you know that it is stressful for the baby? We’ve just arrived and you’re asking us to leave? Not to mention that the place she is right now is closer here than your house. I can tell her to pick up Art here.”
“But the baby is sleeping most of the time. Surely he’d been sleeping like a log,” he says.
“Well, it is also stressing me.” You pout. “And if only I can set up a blanket on the sofa with his pillow in order to lay him down … then we can deal with my report.”
Without any other word, Victor stands from his seat and draws closer to the backpack. “The blanket and pillow is in here, right?” Before you can even answer, he is already searching through the bag for those items. And once he’d found them, he carefully unfolded the blanket to the nearby couch, placing the pillows next. “Is that fine?”
You meekly nod, a little surprise seeing that he did all of it without even you asking him. “Thank you,” you answer and lay the sleeping baby on to the blanket. “My friend told me that he usually sleeps like a log, just as you’ve mentioned. And he isn’t restless when it comes to sleeping, so him falling is not a threat.”
He scoffs. “Compared to a certain dummy I know. The kid seems to have some restrains than you do.”
You look at him, not amused. “Yeah, whatever. So, what are you going to ask me to buy?”
As you head on to buy what Victor asked of you, he returns to his work. To be honest, he can’t actually focus on his work, knowing that there is a baby to watch out for. Too afraid that even he was assured that Art isn’t a restless sleeper, well, there’s always a first time for everything.
Such thoughts disperse when he heard the cry. The baby crying. With you less than ten minutes away for the errand. And poor Victor, unaware of how to deal with a crying baby.
At least he understands one thing: that when babies cry, they are usually restless. He immediately draws closer to the baby. To be honest, he hesitates, but upon seeing the baby’s actual tears and suddenly making eye contact before crying much more, he decides to take Art from the couch and carries him, imitating how he’d seen you do it earlier. He is clumsy, but he’d never held something so precious as this little boy, and slowly get the idea of it as he also slowly sways as if to calm the crying babe.
He sighs heavily when all his swaying and hushing with his gentlest voice possible didn’t contribute much. He is sure that the crying could be heard even outside his office, even passed Goldman’s and throughout the entire floor. And now, everyone surely has the assumption that the baby is his and yours.
Victor is about to call for Goldman but then remembers your warning to be cautious of his assistant regarding the baby. He somehow gets the idea what could be the reason. So, he dialed your number, hoping that you could have the answer for this crying mess.
“Hello? Victor?” you immediately answer. “Wait. Is that Art crying? What have you done?”
There’s a threatening note at your last question. And because he is so close to panicking now on what to do, he asks, “How can I make him stop crying? And Dummy, it isn’t my fault that he is crying. He just woke up and then cry like this.”
“Well, try feeding him! I remember that I already have mixed a bottle for him,” you say. “Victor, calm down. The more you panic, the more the baby cries.”
“I am calm.” He gulps in hard. “So, the bottle is on the backpack, too?” He is already searching through the bag. “Dummy, you only have a bottled water.”
“You blend him some. There’s this formula dispenser. Mix it. Sprinkle few drops on the inside of your wrist to test if it is warm. Not hot nor cold. Warm.”
“I know what is warm.” He lays back the baby, sitting close to keep a close watch, and takes the items to prepare the formula. After doing as you’ve said, drawing the bottle to Art, he notices that the child pushes the bottle away. He grits his teeth. “He won’t.”
“What do you mean ‘he won’t?”
“He just won’t!” He places the bottle onto the table and carries the baby again.
“Then check his diaper. Is it full or does he soil it?”
He does as what you’ve said and concluded that the diaper is not the issue. “No. Not the diaper. And what’s taking you so long? Hurry. This baby’s crying is starting to be this floor’s radio.”
“I just left the nearest store, and the magazine that you’re asking for is not available there so I’m heading to the mall. Have you tried giving Art his toys?”
He shuffles through the backpack again and hands it to the baby who’ve somehow calmed down a little but ends up abandoning it, crying much louder this time. “MC, just… please, return to LFG. Right now. Just a few minutes dealing with how to resolve his crying is tiring.”
You smile a little. “I’ll be right there before you know it.” And you end the call, much to Victor’s dismay.
He tries contacting you again but you didn’t answer. Since calling you will not stop Art from crying, Victor decides that he’ll just have to deal with it. He thinks that the baby will stop crying the moment that he grows tired of it. Still holding Art on his arm, he loosens his tie, sighing as he says softly, “You know, you’re a strange little guy to cry after all I’ve done to try calming you.”
Suddenly, Art stops crying.
Victor blinks, surprised why Art, out of the blue, suddenly calmed. When he feels small hands trying to grasp the lapel of his suit and his tie… it seems that Art had found a toy. He inquires, “You’re interested in my tie?”
Art made a small sound as his clumsy hands try to tug his tie.
He smiles fondly. “You’re really a strange one, little guy.”
You return to LFG about an hour and a half later with the magazine. And you are surprised to return back seeing Victor sleeping in the middle of working hours. On his arms, snuggled protectively to his chest is Art, teething on Victor’s loose tie.
On cue, Art turns to you and you press a finger against your lips. You head on to Victor’s wardrobe, take another of his favorite neckties and place it on his table, next to the magazine and the coffee you’ve bought for him. You draw closer to them, your mind suddenly having imaginations of how perfect of a father Victor will be, making you blush. You gently pry Art from Victor’s arms, and the action causes the CEO to stir awake, waking up to see you already carrying the baby still enjoying his tie as a toy.
He rubs his eyes. “What took you so long?”
“The magazine is rather hard to find,” you explain with a smile. “Well, you manage to calm Arthur.”
“Arthur?” He notices the magazine, coffee and the necktie on his table, and then take the necktie to replace his stolen one. “Ah… Of course. Arthur.”
You giggle as you look down at Art now on your arms. “You two seemed to be getting along.”
“It appears that you’re teaching the little guy how to be a dummy.” He grins.
You pout.
“Let’s deal with your proposal tomorrow. That kid had drained much of my energy. No need for another dummy to drain it twice fold.”
You and Art let Victor continue with his work as you stay in his office, already alerting your friend that you’re in LFG.
When Victor finishes his work and seeing Art off with his mother, you two heading to his car, Victor suddenly says, “You know, I didn’t think that a dummy will be a good mother.”
You smile. “Well, I also didn’t expect that a domineering CEO will be a good father.”
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HC for the MLQC boys spoiling MC in their own way? Love your HCs a lot! I binged on all of them in one sitting hahahaha
YAY thank you anon but don’t strain your eyes too much🥺 I didn’t include Shaw in this one, I’m sorry, but here’s our 4 main boys🥺💕
Hope you enjoy babe!❤️
How the MLQC crew spoils MC
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Victor
luxury spoiling™️
it’s every girl’s dream and mORE
I’m talking about spontaneous spa dates if you so much as mention feeling stressed or a lil down
Romantic getaways to private islands and glamorous cities whenever the two of you have time off from work
Candlelit meals at black-tie restaurants, even for a quick lunch.
Packages waiting by your doorstep, containing that one item you admired from afar the last time the two of you went shopping—which he remembered ever since.
he may surprise you himself by drawing out a velvet box from his pockets containing that very item...
Your own, private reservation at Souviner so he can satisfy every craving that comes to your mind.
Lucien
His affections are displayed in a domestic manner:
Talented fingers undoing all the knots in your back—without you having to say anything about sore muscles, because the professor can read you like an open-book.
Grocery bags lined up by your front door, containing all of your favorite snacks in case you may have been running low on a particular snack.
Delicate, simple jewelry that shares a hidden meaning for both of you
Movie dates if you happen to be free that evening (and of course he’ll pay for all of your favorite snacks)
A bouquet of flowers that he picked up because the fragerence happened to remind him of you
All necessities on hand—don’t think that this man doesn’t carry around all your period products, pain killers, and reusable heat packs.
Spontaneous recitations of ancient poetry that has you positively flustered by the end
Kiro
In his own comedic & heartwarming way, the superstar fills your days with pleasant spontaneity:
Love songs written on the whim because it’s the only way he can properly articulate how much your entire existence means to him
Prewritten sticky notes with smiley faces left in places you’d least expect them to be—yet never failing to cheer (or crack) you up.
Gift bags of your favorite snacks, delivered to your front door with a note saying ‘just because’.
Always gifting the strangest souviners, depending on where he had last toured because even though you can’t be there, he still insists on sharing that special experience with you.
Not sure if this counts as spoiling but Kiro isn’t afraid to let the world know you’re the love of his life—so expect many social media posts dedicated to you and everything about you.
Gavin
Birdcop never had the chance to spoil anyone—and he’d never met someone worth the effort of his affections until you came along.
He’s had years to brainstorm all the special ways to shower you in his love—so once the chance arrives, he WILL NOT be holding back:
Need a lift? Since Gavin walked into your life, you’ve hardly required the assistance of public transport since your boyfriend is basically a flying Uber😌 or you’ll just take Sparky
Carries a l l of your bags, whether it’s as simple as your purse or a even a single shopping bag—he takes it upon himself to hold all your items.
Always shows up with some sort of food or refreshment in hand; he has all of your favorite take-out places and cafes memorized in case the opportunity arises.
He’s quite crafty with his hands, and every so often, shows up with some sort of jewelry or charm that he made himself.
Remember that Gingko leaf bracelet? Soon enough, it became a charm bracelet.
Gavin is excellent at scouting the perfect, secluded spots for just the two of you during picnics or concerts so the date can still be considered somewhat private.
Just the way he likes it.
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