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thedummysdummy · 11 months

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Can I have a cup of latte with some sweet cream and yes hcs of our CEO dealing with a pregnant wifey 🤧🤌🏻 Pregnancy reveal to labor that will be a thank you.

Firstborn

In his Victor way, he immediately sensed her presence and looked up from his work. Seeing the grin on her face, he immediately knew something was up. “What has gotten a dummy so riled up?” he asked, pausing as he glanced farther down and spotted the pregnancy test in her hand. He jumped up from the couch and hurried to her side, his large hand reaching for hers to grab the test. She relinquished it with no struggle and Victor stared at the little window. A laugh started deep in his chest and made its way to the surface, emerging as he wrapped his arms around his wife.

“See? All that worry for nothing! I told you that we just had to be patient! We have to celebrate. What would you like for dinner? I’ll make you anything you want. And I’ll call up the doctor to make an appointment. This time everything will go smoothly.” Victor scooped the girl up into his arms and buried his face in her hair.

She squirmed a little and squeaked indignantly, but Victor only laughed louder and carried her out of the office and into the living room. “I can walk, you know,” she insisted, his joy soaking into her soul and making her laugh as well. “But really all I want for dinner is a nice butternut bisque. I’m a little too nauseous for much more than that…”

Victor immediately set her down at the dining room table and went to the cupboard where he kept the tea and coffee. Soon the scents of ginger and peppermint filled the air and a steaming cup of tea appeared in front of the girl. “Drink this first while I make dinner, then. But give it a few minutes to properly steep before you greedily gulp it down.”

“It’s too hot to gulp anyway,” the girl protested, but Victor merely shook his head and began his preparations. She watched his strong and slender form as he cut, cleaned, and drizzled olive oil over the resulting chunks of squash. The edges of her lips twitched in a pleased manner and her heart felt almost too big for her chest.

In this moment, she was the luckiest girl alive. She picked up the teacup and inhaled the fragrant steam before blowing a soft breath over the surface of the liquid. As long as she had the love of that man, she had the entire world in her palm.

His baby wasn’t a bad addition, either.

The cup of tea was gone long before the squash had finished steaming, but the girl was content to sit at the table and just watch Victor work. He often glanced over at her and his dark eyes glittered every time he caught her staring. She enjoyed watching his skillful hands transform the hard vegetable into a smooth and creamy soup which soon he ladled into a bowl and placed in front of her. It was followed by a thick slice of toasted sourdough and another cup of tea.

Only once she was served did Victor dish up his own meal and join her at the table. “Are you feeling any better?” he asked, dipping his spoon into the silky soup and blowing gently to cool it. The girl nodded and tore off a bit of the bread to dip into her soup. It was delicious, as was to be expected, and she didn’t even need to ask the ‘secret ingredient,’ because she already knew exactly what it was.

Joy.

~~~

Two months passed by as a moment and a lifetime simultaneously. The girl lost count of how many times she’d had to run out of a filming shoot, returning to the concerned looks of her coworkers.

Finally, Kiki pulled her aside. “Boss, we’ve all noticed that you’ve been ill a lot lately. Is everything okay?” She looked into the girl’s face with concerned eyes, seeming to seek the answer in her boss’s expression. The girl fought with herself for a long moment. Was it too early to make an announcement? She knew it would be another month before she was out of the most dangerous portion of the pregnancy, but if her coworkers were already getting worried…she knew she wouldn’t last another month without telling them.

“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just…don’t spread this around, okay? But I’m pregnant.”

A look of wild excitement filled Kiki’s face. “Oh my goodness! Congratulations, boss! How far along are you?! Has anyone planned a baby shower yet? Are you having a boy or a girl? How does Victor feel about it? This is so exciting!”

The girl slapped a hand over Kiki’s mouth, but that did little to quell the other woman’s excitement. “I’m only eight weeks along, but Victor and I are both very happy. We won’t know if we’re having a boy or a girl for quite a while.” She giggled and her other hand went instinctively to her stomach. “It definitely is exciting. But!! You have to swear not to go announcing it to the entire world, okay? I’ll tell the others after the shoot today, then you all can gossip to your hearts’ content with each other.” She shot Kiki a serious look, and Kiki straightened into a salute.

“You’ve got it, Boss! I won’t tell a soul!”

It was a promise which lasted approximately twenty minutes before the news was nearly enough to make Kiki explode. “But you have to act surprised when the boss tells everyone after the shoot, okay?” she whispered after spilling the beans to Willow.

“Oh, obviously,” Willow insisted. “And we’re also obviously going to plan a surprise party.” Kiki agreed wholeheartedly and the pair went back to the shoot. The day seemed to drag by even slower than usual as the secret burned a hole in their mental pockets. They did their best to look innocent every time the girl was nearby, but the moment she turned her back, the pair could barely contain their excitement.

By the time the shoot wrapped up, everyone was completely exhausted except Kiki and Willow. They were still hyped up on the high of their secret and practically vibrated with excitement when their little crew was called together.

The girl looked at each one of her friends and smiled. “I have a bit of an announcement. I was going to wait a little longer, but I have no doubt the cat would get out of the bag sooner rather than later. So here it is: Victor and I are expecting our first child.”

Cheers of congratulations filled and echoed around the mostly-empty set, making it feel as if the girl were surrounded by an army of well-wishers.

~~~

“But the casual white shirts go on the blue hangers, and the formal ones go on the black ones!”

The girl began pulling all of the clothes that Victor had hung up off their hangers and tossed them on the bed, her arms moving in far more exaggerated circles than was entirely necessary. Victor watched with exasperation, his arms crossed over his chest and his brows furrowed. “Why does it matter? Besides, they are my shirts. Shouldn’t it be my opinion that counts when it comes to putting them away?”

He may as well have declared the instigation of World War 3. The girl looked at Victor incredulously and threw the hanger she was holding to the ground. “Fine! If you’re so opinionated about it, I’ll just let you put them away yourself! And the closet can be a mess.”

“I already put them away myself once, and you pulled them all back out. That seems like you caused the problem, not me.” Victor’s exasperated tone only earned him a look that could kill a nation before his wife stomped out of the room and disappeared into the darkness of the rest of the house.

Victor took a moment to breathe. Why was everything a fight lately?! Good grief, it was the color of hanger for crying out loud. He’d thought putting away the laundry would make her happy, not cause yet another argument. He glanced over the pile of shirts on the bed and wondered where exactly he’d gone wrong.

A cloud settled over his heart as he picked up the shirts and ensured they were on the ‘proper’ hangers before putting them back in the closet. Every now and then he glanced at the bedroom door, half expecting to find her standing there watching. However, she never appeared. It didn’t take too long to fix the shirts and make the bed for good measure; only after that did he dare go seeking his wife.

Perhaps ‘seeking’ was the incorrect word. Victor was pretty sure he knew exactly where he’d find her. He easily crossed the dark house and opened the nursery door, standing in the doorway. Moonlight filtered across the carpeted floor and landed on the chair on the opposite side of the room, highlighting the small amount of dust which drifted back and forth as sand in the ocean.

Sure enough, the girl was curled up in the rocking chair, clutching a shiba plush. Even in the moonlight he could see the glisten of tears on her cheeks and he sighed. “Dummy,” he whispered, crossing the room in three long strides. She looked away, hiding her face behind the golden fur of the shiba. But Victor pushed it gently away and lifted her chin. He wiped away one of the tears with his thumb and kissed her forehead. “I love you, my little dummy.”

While the words were simple, they seemed to be the magic words which unlocked the door. A torrent of tears ran down the girl’s cheeks and she flung herself into Victor’s arms. “I didn’t mean to yell at you,” she sobbed, burying her face in his shoulder. “I don’t know why I’m like this! It’s like I can’t even control myself and I hate it!”

Victor ran his fingers tenderly through her hair and held her close. “It’s just the pregnancy. You’ll feel better soon. Only six weeks left, hm? I’m not going anywhere, no matter how moody you get. So stop beating yourself up and come to bed.” He slid one arm under the girl’s legs and scooped her up. “You need your rest if our little one is going to be healthy.”

~~~

It was dark when the girl waddled into the office. She groaned a little and shifted on her feet, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt. Unfortunately, there was no such thing at this point in the pregnancy. Her hand went for the lightswitch and she wondered idly how she was the first one there for the meeting. Anna had seemed quite insistent that it was incredibly important, and even Victor had seemed keen to get her here on time.

The lights caused her to go momentarily blind and she squinted as they adjusted. A jubilant shout of ‘SURPRISE!’ caused her to jump, but once she was able to open her eyes again, she was met with a room full of pink and blue balloons and streamers. Everyone she loved sat in chairs around the room with bright grins. Cupcakes decorated with pastel frosting and baby bottle sprinkles made up a large centerpiece, surrounded by various other snacks, while another table was absolutely loaded with brightly wrapped gifts.

A hand softly on her back propelled the surprised mother-to-be into the room; it was connected to a smirking Victor. “Come on, get in there. Your friends didn’t organize this just for you to stand in the doorway with your mouth hanging open.”

She broke out of her stupor and joined her loved ones for an evening of ridiculous games, eating, and opening of gifts. The sheer amount of love she felt from everyone in the room was a warm blanket which encircled her heart with tender softness. Each hug, each gift, and each kind word helped erase just a little bit more of the pain and discomfort of being eight and a half months pregnant.

And when Victor noticed that she was beginning to tire, he took her hand in his big, warm palm and addressed the room. “Thank you, everyone, for the party and the gifts. We very much appreciate it, but my wife is going to fall asleep in her chair if I don’t get her home soon.” She gave his hand a squeeze and with those they loved trailing behind them with arms full of gifts to load into the car, the happy pair returned home with far more than just a new mountain of belongings.

~~~

Of course it would be the middle of the night. The girl got up for what felt like the fifteenth time that night to use the bathroom, only to feel warmth running down her leg. “Too slow…” she muttered as she waddled into the other room.

However, it soon became apparent that this wasn’t a middle-of-the-night bladder leak. An intense pain gripped the girl’s stomach and she curled up on herself, letting out a strangled squeak of pain and surprise. It wasn’t incredibly loud, but loud enough to cause Victor to rocket up from the bed. His sleep had been poor for the last week already, just in case this exact thing happened.

“Is it time?!” he exclaimed, looking quite silly with his dark hair tousled upwards and his boxers slightly twisted. All it took was a single nod for him to spring into action, tossing on the clothes he’d specifically kept on the chair next to the bed for easy access and grabbing the hospital bag they’d lovingly packed together.

Minutes later the girl was dressed as well and Victor helped her into the car. His hands trembled as he buckled her belt, though out of fear or excitement was up for debate. Probably both. He hustled around the front of the car and into his seat, turned the key, and soon the pair were speeding down the road toward the hospital.

Each time a new contraction hit, the girl fumbled for Victor’s hand. “I’m right here. Just breathe,” he soothed, running his thumb over the back of her hand. “We’ll be there soon. I’m right here.” As Victor was wont to do in situations involving his wife, he drove with a reckless abandon in regards to the speed limit. They soon walked into labor and delivery, where the girl was whisked away while Victor paced the waiting room.

Luckily for everyone in the hospital, Victor was only made to wait until his wife was dressed and put in her delivery bed before he was allowed to go back with her. “It will probably still be a little while, Mr. Li. The contractions are still ten minutes or so apart, and she’s only at an eight. We’ll check in often, but why don’t you try to get a little rest while you can? When the contractions are two minutes apart or less, we’ll get the doctor in here.”

Victor nodded, though he knew there would be absolutely no rest for him tonight. Not until those sweet cries filled his ears, and that sweet bundle filled his arms. He sat at his wife’s bedside and held her hand as she did her best to remain calm through round after round of contractions. “I’m positive we’re having a boy,” she murmured. “I regretted deciding to wait to find out for sure, but now that it’s time…I think it’s even more exciting this way.”

“I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, as long as we get a healthy baby.” Victor placed his hand on his wife’s belly and was rewarded with a solid kick. “They’ve definitely got your attitude…”

The hours passed by painfully slowly. Painfully being the key word. By morning, the girl was convinced this labor thing was never going to end. That was, until she was hit with contractions five minutes apart. Then two minutes apart. Victor pressed the call button repeatedly and the nurses soon arrived, the room filling with motion and excitement. The epidural went in and warm, blissful numbness took the place of the hot pain which had been filling her existence.

The doctor arrived and, after a brief examination, smiled. “Alright, love. It’s time to push, okay? Three breaths and push for me on three. One, two, push. One, two, push.”

Time felt like it stood still as Victor watched his sweet wife’s face flush, and her hand crushed his with each straining push. The doctor kept checking repeatedly, his voice encouraging. “You’re doing great, mama. I see a head! Keep pushing for me. Not too much longer now.”

And he was right. Two pushes later, the shrill sound of a baby’s first cry pierced the air. The nurses rushed forward with a towel and a clamp for the cord, while the doctor checked over the new life for signs of health. “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Li, it seems you have an absolutely perfect little boy.”

Victor wasn’t even embarrassed about the tears that ran down his cheeks as the doctor wrapped the still-mucky little boy in a towel and handed him to his father. He was a chunky little man…and the most beautiful thing Victor had ever seen.

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multifandom-worlds · 4 months

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An Office Redecoration

Genre: Pure fluff, baby!

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: N/A

Author's note: I almost didn't finish this in time for Victor's birthday, but I did! A little self-indulgent fic for my first muse's birthday. Happy Birthday, Victor! Tagging: @darlingdummycassandra/@darling-dummy-blogs, @otome-and-fanfiction

It takes a lot of convincing for Victor to attend a lunch meeting; it took even more to convince him to participate in a lunch meeting on his birthday, no less. Reluctantly, Victor agreed, leaving his office empty for 3 hours—just enough time for Nicole to come in and redecorate for his birthday. Something she enjoyed doing every time this particular day came around.

Before they got together, Victor rarely celebrated his birthday - it was just another day to him, nothing special about getting older. Now, she makes it a point to make a big deal about it, to celebrate him and show him that he is worthy of celebrating the day. Today, she planned to decorate his office when he returns, complete with a red velvet cake she baked herself and presents - some homemade, most bought.

She was on her way to his office when she saw him coming out of the elevator. “Hey you, where are you off to?”

Victor faintly smiles, quite happy to see her, before walking over to her and kissing her gently. “I have a meeting I need to attend, which unfortunately means we’re going to have to reschedule our lunch, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

Nicole frowns, pretending as if she didn’t already know. “Oh no, that’s okay, my love. We can just have a dinner date when you've finished work. You should get going, can’t have Mr. Punctual running late.”

Victor lets out a chuckle before he gives her one last peck on the cheek before he heads out the main doors, leaving her alone. She texts her friends Violet and Cassie that the coast is clear and to come on in with the rest of the belongings. Nicole hops into the elevator, intending to meet her friends in his office. Also, because she has a key, she can unlock it.

Cassie and Violet get up to his office after 5 minutes, decorations and presents in hand, ready to transform his borning, minimalist office into a colourscape of decorations. Placing everything in a giant pile on his desk, the three girls set to work, Nicole decorating his desk, Violet standing on the couch to hang streamers from the ceiling, and Cassie ensuring the table was set up and organized with the gifts and cake. They talked, laughed, and often wasted time, making a task that should have only taken them 2 hours at most take them over 3 hours.

The sound of Victor clearing his throat caused the girls to jump. The 3 of them turn and look at him sheepishly, waiting for the verbal whipping they are about to receive. “And what do you 3 think you are doing?”

“It was Nik’s idea! I swear!” Cassie says, quickly hiding behind Nicole while Violet tries to sneak out behind Victor while he is distracted. “She wanted to do something special! She paid me to do it!”

“Thanks for throwing me under the bus, woman!” Nicole chuckles, walking over to her husband and placing a hand on his chest. “I wanted to do something special for your birthday; Vi and Cassie were more than willing to lend a hand and help me celebrate you. They even got you a few things. Let them all easy; it was my idea.”

“Yeah! Listen to your wife! Let us off easy, or I’m taking my gift back!” Violet says from the door. Victor turns to her, levelling her with his gaze. She squeaks before dashing out of the room, Cassie hot on her heels. “Love you, Nikki! If you’re still alive, text me later!” Violet calls from down the hall.

Nicole rolls her eyes before looking back at Victor, getting a read of him. “They really are innocent; this whole thing was my idea, love. Including the lunch meeting, I’m sorry, I just wanted to surprise you.”

Victor scans the room, looking at the carefully made decorations, the photos of them together lining his desk, and the 35 gifts all placed on the table and floor in the corner. “You didn’t have to do this for me, darling.” He says, regarding her again with a soft look in his eyes. She always found a way to make him feel loved.

“Both Cassie and Violet got you a couple of things, too, as a thank you for everything you’ve done for them. Although they never asked me, so lord only knows what they gave you.” Nicole laughs before walking over to the table and pouring Victor a drink. “As annoying as they can be, they both love you.”

Victor follows her, taking the drink from her hand and looking at the wide assortment of gifts before him before picking up a small, unassuming bag. “Text them to come back; they helped you; they should be here to celebrate, too. Plus, I’m going to need someone to clean up with. I’m dealing with your ass.” He chuckles, taking a sip.

It didn’t take long before Violet and Cassie were back in his office, drinks in their hand, sitting on the couch as Victor began opening his gifts, grabbing the same unassuming bag from before. “That looks like Violet’s handwriting.” he chuckles before opening it, seeing a lump of black fabric at the bottom. Further inspection reveals it's an apron that reads Mr. Good Looking is Cooking.

Victor looks at her as she fights the urge to contain her laughter. “You need to wear that the next time we are over for dinner! It’ll be so good!”

Victor rolls his eyes before reaching for another gift, a small package with Cassie’s name on it. He opens it to see several regular, sophisticated-looking ties until he reaches the last one. Pulling it out, he holds up a tie adorned with several different cat faces. Cassie points to one particularly grumpy-looking cat, “Look! It’s Victor!” Cassie laughs before pointing out the other cats. “The cute fluffy little kitten is me; Violet is the orange cat, and Nikki is the sophisticated-looking cat!’

Victor glares at her while she smiles innocently. “This is why you’re the grumpy cat, Victor!” She whines, hiding behind Nicole.

“You two are menaces, you know that?” Victor groans before letting out a small chuckle. They may be menaces, but he really did appreciate their gifts. He opens one of Nicole’s gifts next, hoping it isn’t something ridiculous but not putting it past her. “Tie clips and cuff links, thank you, my love.” Victor smiles, placing them down beside him.

***

Hours pass, the cake devoured and all the gifts are unwrapped, save for 2 - a bottle of whisky from Cassie, more ties from Violet, as well as some Shiba Inu plushies from her as well. All 3 of them got him cooking-related items or something food-related. His wife gave him a subscription to a whisky club plus new whisky glasses to go with it, a new leather wallet, and a few more odds and ends.

The two remaining gifts wait on the table as Victor and Nicole say goodbye to Violet and Cassie, shutting the door after they leave. “Why did you want me to save those two for after they’re gone, darling?” Victor asks, walking her back to the couch and taking the two gifts off the table as he goes by.

“Those two are quite special; I wanted to get your genuine reaction, not your measured ones with the others here.” She smiles, watching as he tears open the smaller of the two, revealing a silver and black Rolex Sky-Dweller watch.

“Baby…this is beautiful. I love it so much. Thank you.” He says, pulling her in for a kiss. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. “You’ve been so good to me this year, my love. I don’t know how to thank you.”

“There’s still one more, darling. This is my favourite gift, actually.” She hands him the last gift, her hands trembling slightly with nervous anticipation. Victor carefully opens it, revealing a black leather-bound book. Opening the front cover, he’s greeted with the photo they took on their first date. Flipping through the pages, pictures of them together at events, photos from dates, and even a few of their wedding photos line the pages.

Victor’s eyes well with tears, looking at the memories and sweet little notes and drawings she added. “I…don’t know what to say, my love. I think this is the best gift I have ever received. I love you so much it hurts. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a perfect wife, but you made my birthday so special. I am never going to forget this day. Thank you.”

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puddingsdiary · 1 year

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Sailing into the Unknown

Hi guys. I know I have been pretty quiet with my own works. Inspiration is a fickle thing 😅

The following AU story is inspired by this increadible fanart:

https://weibo.com/1266321474/4748793638029005

Please enjoy!

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The harbor bustled with energy and movement. Sailors and dock workers hurried from one end to the other, loading and unloading the ships. Crates, barrels and sacks filled to the brim with all kinds of wares stacked at the pier or on carriages.

Like an island within the stormy sea MC stood and gaped. Next to her was Kiki, best friend and future maid, as well as four huge trunks and a couple of smaller containers. Harboring all what was left from her old life.

MC looked up her new home for the next eight weeks, if not more, Souvenir, the biggest and fastest ship crossing the Atlantic.

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[Flashback]

MC knocked at her father's study.

"Come in!"

"You wanted to see me, father?"

"Ah… yes!" Putting the documents down he was just reading her father scrutinized her from head to toe. Satisfied with what he was seeing he slightly nodded.

"You remember Lucien?"

MC furrowed her brows searching in her memory for such a name. A man with brown hair styled with a bowl cut and strange unreadable eyes wearing a doctor's coat popped up.

"Professor Lucien from the University?"

"Yes. You'll marry him in spring next year."

"Marry him? I don't even know that man!" MC couldn't believe her ears.

"MC, I introduced him to you this summer and I know you talked with him for some time. That's more than enough."

She stared at her father in utter disbelief, her hands trembling.

"Yes you did, father. But talking to a man for a couple of minutes and knowing him enough to marry him are two totally different things."

"You're 22 now, other women your age are already settled with a family on their own."

MC's father was not wrong, she was fairly old for not being married, and Professor Lucien wasn't too bad to look at, still MC had worked hard to be an asset in her father's merchant business aiming to inherit it one day. She highly doubted to be able to continue that path once married.

"I want to meet him!" Maybe if she talked to Lucien…

"That will be impossible in the short run. He resettled into the Caribbean shortly after your meeting."

"You're shipping me off not only into a life with a stranger but also into the unknown?"

"It's for your best."

"My best? My best would be staying by your side, leading the company!"

"I've indulged your antics long enough! As if you, a woman, could ever become a merchant, ha. Four weeks from now the Souvenir will take you down to Lucien. The passage is already paid. You may choose a maid to go with you. I have nothing more to say about the matter."

[Flashback end]

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"MC? … MC!"

"What? Sorry, Kiki, I spaced out."

"Thinking again about that discussion?" MC sighed, Kiki knew her well.

"If it had been a discussion we wouldn't be standing here." As she said that a tall handsome man wearing all black except a red bandana walked over to them.

"MC?"

"That's me, yes."

"I'm Victor, captain of the Souvenir."

And hell of a merchant. MC, as anybody with respective ties, knew the name Victor Li. She expected him to be way older.

"My ship, my rules. As long as you remember we will come along."

"Yes, Sir."

"capt'n."

"Pardon?"

"Capt'n, not Sir."

"Oh, ok." MC tried to read his face but she couldn't see anything in this poker face. Just like the rumors said.

Victor turned towards the pile next to them.

"Your personal belongings?"

"Yes, Si …capt'n. I was told we can only bring one piece for each of us into the cabin."

"That's right. We're a merchant ship, not a luxury cruiser. Space is sparse"

"Of course. Then that would be those." MC pointed at one of the big trunks and a smaller suitcase. Victor nodded, then waved two sailors over and gave them orders to load in her stuff. He himself lifted up the heavy trunk onto his right shoulder as if it weighed nothing and carried the suitcase with his left hand.

"Follow me." With large strides he got on board.

Kiki elbowed MC as soon as he turned his back to them.

"Doesn't he look good? And how strong he is!"

At the glimmer in the eyes of her best friend MC herself could only chuckle.

"I'm an engaged woman on her way to her future husband."

"That doesn't mean you can look at other dishes on the menu." Kiki wiggled her brows. "And at the end you'll know everyone on this ship better than this Lucien. It's just not fair."

No it wasn't but they couldn't change it.

Victor showed them their cabins, the smallest closet at home was bigger, and advised them to stay inside until they left the harbor, to not get in the crew's way.

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The ship was in motion for some time when there was a knocking on her door.

"The capt'n wants to see you."

An older sailor stood in front of the cabin's door. As soon as MC and Kiki left the cabin he jogged up the stairs towards the deck. Not used to the swaying floor they had trouble following him.

Victor was talking to one of his crew when they arrived. When he saw the two women his brows shot up to vanish beneath his bangs.

"Not the usual getup." Victor was right. They still wore both the same coats but beneath MC as well as Kiki had changed their travel dresses into solid boots, pants and shirts.

"I think it might be disadvantageous running around a ship in a skirt and dress shoes."

A light smile grazed Victor's lips.

"So there is actually some brain behind your … eyes."

"Of course! And what's with that break?"

"What break?"

"You just said 'So there is actually some brain behind your … eyes.' This break."

"Nothing, just coincidence." MC would have bet his cheeks were slightly more flushed than before.

"Anyway, the rules I mentioned. You stay here on deck or the level of your cabin, anything else is taboo. You'll obey the orders of my men without questions. You can take your meals with the crew, if you're late you have to fix a meal for yourself. If there are any problems, come to me or my first mate Goldman." Victor indicated towards the man manning the helm.

"Question. With orders you mean any order?"

"I don't like what you're indicating." Victor narrowed his eyes in anger.

"And I don't like indicating it either. But as we're the only women on this ship for at least eight weeks. So you might understand my concern."

Even for a man like Victor with a reputation to out-wit anybody it was hard to argue against MC now.

"My men are all solid. But under the influence of alcohol you might get an invitation, handle it as you see fit. And as I said, if there's a problem, come to me. Otherwise I'm not going to babysit you."

Knowing that would be as best as it gets MC showed him a sincere smile.

"Thank you capt'n. Rest assured we can handle ourselves."

"We'll see." Victor wanted to walk away but stopped. "One more thing. You'll dine with me today, just this once." Leaving the two women behind Victor finally walked away giving out orders to his men.

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Dinner was more pleasant than expected. Next to MC, Kiki and Victor Goldman attended. He entertained them with some interesting stories about their journeys. With Victor throwing in comments on how exaggerating Goldman pictured his captain or straightening facts here and there.

Inevitably the question on why MC was there came up.

"I was sold off to my future husband by my father like some crates of wool." She wanted to say it light hearted with a smile but failed miserably.

"You don't like him, your fiance?"

"I don't know, Goldman. I've met him only once. My conversations with each of you were longer." The wine served with dinner loosened MC's tongue. "How would you like to be removed from everything you know and thrown into a life with someone you don't know at a place you've never seen. I'd rather marry Victor and live on this ship forever and he has shown me nothing more than how overbearing and commanding he is."

Dead silence followed her eruption. Goldman looked at her with big eyes. Kiki pressed both hands on her mouth, her whole body shaking until she couldn't hold any longer and laughed out loud. And Victor was just being him, nothing showed on his poker face. Realizing what she said, MC's face went red and she made several attempts to excuse herself but nothing came out of her mouth. Victor's gaze never left MC and finally he asked the question that may change her life again.

"If you don't like the situation, why don't you change it?"

"Change it?"

"Yes, change it." Victor's expression clearly showed now annoyance. "This morning you said so brazenly that there is some brain inside your cute head. Use it! What else can you do for the next few weeks?" For a few seconds MC was dumbfounded but the meaning of Victor's words finally settled in.

"You're right! Thank you."

"Mm." Victor picked up his wine. "But marrying me is not an option." And hid a small smile behind it.

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After two weeks they arrived at the Canary islands slightly ahead of time thanks to good winds. MC had more time to think than she ever thought but hadn't made much progress.

Currently she stood at the reeling and watched the hustle and bustle down at the pier.

The crew was busy unloading cargo and loading new ones as well as stocking supplies. Victor had apologized as he didn't allow MC and Kiki to leave the ship. He planned to continue the journey as soon as possible.

MC heard quiet footsteps coming towards her but didn't bother to turn, she knew it was Victor. That man moved like a cat.

After that dinner on their first day, contrary to Victor’s initial declaration, more followed but no one ever opened the topic of MC getting married, or not, again. Until now.

"Have you made any progress?" MC sighed.

"Besides deciding to sell most of my clothes and jewelry currently stored in the depths of this ship? Not really. I don't know where to start, always thought I'll take over father's business one day. Why else would he let me assist anyway?"

"Come with me." Victor grabbed her hand and left the ship.

"Wait, what are you doing? I thought we shouldn't leave the ship!"

Instead of an answer, Victor moved towards one of the heavy loaded transport carriages and exchanged a few words with the coachman in Spanish. He then dragged MC to its back and simply lifted her up, sat her on the edge before joining her.

"Are you at least telling me where we are going?"

"You'll see."

He was right, not long after they left the harbor the carriage stopped at a market. Even more busy and lively than the harbor and way more colorful. Those working the stalls shouted out their wares trying to get more customers than their neighbors. The scent of spices and fresh fruits lay heavy in the air.

MC looked left and right but Victor didn't leave her much time, dragging her through the crowd with her small hand tight in his. He aimed at a tavern with seats outside in the sun. As if on cue one table vacated as they arrived.

"Victor!" Before MC could ask again about his actions an older woman wearing an apron hurried over. She embraced Victor enthusiastically, pressing his body into her voluminous chest. MC could only gape. But soon MC found out she wouldn't be spared from a similar fierce hug.

"So, Victor, you finally found someone to heat up all that ice in your veins?"

""No. …"" Victor and MC denied at the same time, he calm as ever, MC with flushed cheeks.

"Hahaha. Just kidding." The woman winked at MC.

"Marcia, I'd like you to tell MC your story."

"Huh? I don't mind, but not on an empty stomach. Be right back."

Over a hearty salad with fresh garlic bread MC learned that Marcia was once in an even worse situation.

Her father, a carpenter, married Marcia off to a customer when she was 17. Shortly after the wedding the husband sold everything they couldn't take with them, booked a passage on a merchant ship and within days she left everything she knew behind. Hadn't even time to say goodbye to her friends and family.

On sea he changed drastically. Before he was demanding but still kind and gentle, now he had become accusatory and abusive.

One evening with too much rum and too little success with the cards, he staked a night with her to win everything back. Before her husband passed out from the alcohol he handed her over with the words 'That's all you wanted anyway.'

The sailor didn't do anything except two things. He asked her if she wanted to continue that life and ordered her to sleep.

Later the same sailor gave her some money and helped her to get off the ship when it anchored at the harbor. Marcia couldn't speak the language but the previous owner of the tavern gave her work, first to wash the dishes later on as waitress. When he grew ill only three years after she arrived, he gave her the tavern.

They walked back to the ship holding hands. When MC protested Victor just said he couldn't afford her getting lost. But if she was honest to herself, she didn't mind. It just felt right.

"Do you understand why I brought you here?"

"Not to help me escape, that's for sure." MC smiled happily at his sour expression.

"Dummy. I want you to know that …"

"I don't need a solid plan with all kinds of fail safes. Compared to Marcia I also have responsibility for Kiki so I can't just vanish with nothing more on me then my clothes. Oh, I have no doubt she would come with me if I decided to. Maybe I can get a certain merchant to give me a job."

"Pfft, what do you want to do on a ship?"

MC pouted at Victor giving him a slight jab into the ribs.

"Oh, come on. Have you forgotten, I'm a merchant's daughter. Of course I know there is more to Victor Li than just a ship."

"And how do you intend to prove your worth?"

MC blocked his path just before Victor hit the plank leading on the ship.

"You'll see." Leaving him standing on the pier, MC returned to the ship where Kiki was already shouting, throwing back the same words he had given her earlier.

"You're back! How could he just kidnap you like that!"

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The first opportunity to show her worth came sooner than expected. Two days after they've left the islands Victor invited MC to dinner again. The sea became rough and Kiki felt ill from it. After the girl finally fell asleep MC went to Victor early with hope to have a conversation just to kill time.

The door to his cabin was open and inside she heard Victor and Goldman discussing business.

"Then why don't you cut him loose?"

The heads of the two men turned around.

"Sorry, the door was open and I couldn't help but hear you." Realizing her tongue was faster than her brain. MC apologized for the disruption.

"I'll come back later."

"Wait." Remembering their conversation in the harbor. Victor was curious what she thought with her suggestion. "Elaborate what you just said."

"Well, I don't know the whole deal but from what I just heard. Cutting that supplier loose will save you from more losses and may open alternative opportunities with his competitors. I get the impression he got too comfortable with your backing. This will also serve as a warning towards others."

Victor gave a few more information, asked questions. Until they finished their meal MC and Victor had moved on from the initial topic and were caught in a deeper discussion regarding sales and price adjustments. They didn't even realize when Goldman excused himself and left for the night.

"Now you're talking nonsense."

MC yawned.

"Whhaat?"

Victor chuckled.

"I don't repeat myself. But it's late. We can continue next time. Go to sleep."

"I guess it is late. Good night, Victor."

Victor opened his door for her.

"Sleep well, MC." And looked after her as she walked down the aisle towards her own bed.

The rough sea morphed into a storm by the next day. Due to the fact that it was very late when she went to bed, MC overslept causing the sea sick Kiki to burst into her cabin.

"MC, time to get up!"

"Victor…" MC was sleep talking.

"I can't believe it! I puke my dinner from last year and she is dreaming about Victor." Another wave hit the ship and Kiki slapped her hands to her mouth but unfortunately her stomach was already empty and despite every effort her body took, nothing came out. "Uoooh. Please stop it." Kiki shook MC's shoulder. "Come on, wake up. How can you sleep with that much movement?" Finally MC opened her eyes slowly.

"Kiki, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong!?" The next wave interrupted Kiki.

"Woha! I see. What time is it?"

"I think it's almost noon."

"Noon!? Why didn't you wake me earlier?"

"I was too busy puking my meal from last year…" Kiki was shaken by several attempts of her body to vomit more during this short conversation.

"I want to die…"

"Nonsense, Kiki. Lay down, I'll go over to the kitchen and get you some tea and bread." MC got up and urged her friend to lay down, then dressed herself and went to the kitchen.

One of the sailors was cooking.

"Aye, Missy. Finally woke up? Haven't seen a landlubber who can sleep through that for a while."

"Thanks. I guess… Can I get some tea and bread for Kiki. She doesn't cope well."

"Sure."

Back at her cabin MC fed Kiki not only tea and bread, the cook gave her some broth from his lunch preparation.

"How are you feeling, now?"

"Surprisingly good. Ok, now, tell me about the dream."

"What dream?"

"Your dream about Victor!"

"I haven't dreamt about him!"

Kiki had way too much fun to let MC off the hook.

"Victor…" Kiki imitated the moan she had heard earlier. MC's cheeks became hot like actual flames.

"I-I didn't say that."

"Oh yes, you did. Exactly like this. And look, your cheeks are red like a tomato."

"Your eyes must be compromised from all that vomiting. My cheeks aren't red." MC wished to run, far away. Unfortunately as big as the ship was, to escape Kiki it wouldn't be big enough. Plus if she ran, others would hear and if she had learned something since she came on board, sailors liked to gossip. That would be mortifying. So she endured the teasing of her best friend. At least Kiki finally forgot to be sick.

Later both women helped where they could, mostly kitchen duty and offering dry or mostly dry towels to those who came under deck for a break. Until evening MC had seen everyone at least twice for a break, some warm tea and soup but never Victor. Worried that he might overwork himself she was currently arguing with Goldman.

"You aren't allowed on deck at this time, MC. It's too dangerous."

"If he doesn't want me to go up there then he should come down. If it's so dangerous out there, why doesn't he take a break? What if he slips because he is exhausted?"

Before Goldman could answer Victor's deep voice came from behind MC.

"It's a matter of knowing your own limits."

"Victor…" MC was dumbstruck. Victor stood there, his shirt carelessly stuffed halfway into a pocket of his pants. He always wore his shirts only half closed, so she got a good estimation on what he might look like but actually seeing that well trained upper body in all its glory made her speechless.

"So what did I hear you want to break my rules?" Victor pulled her ruthlessly out of the daze. MC looked at his face and saw his fatigue.

"I thought about it, but I didn't, didn't I? If you can't take care of yourself, someone else needs to do it."

"And you think running out there like this will do it?"

"Threatening with it."

"Ha, you want to threaten me?" The warm atmosphere from last night's conversation wasn't anywhere, instead MC felt like Victor could freeze hell right now. "If you're so concerned about my wellbeing shouldn't you be offering a towel and some warm soup?" His voice was overly calm and so friendly even a dead person would know it's better to run, fast.

"Just a second." Before MC could run off Victor grabbed her arm.

"Bring those to my cabin."

In his cabin, Victor threw the wet shirt on the floor and rubbed his hands over his face. The moment he heard MC saying that she will go on deck Victor had never felt more dread in his life before. He had to touch her just to make sure she was there.

MC came with a towel, soup and some tea.

"I'm sorry, really sorry. I didn't mean to anger you." Victor took the towel from her. After drying his upper body he sat on a chest, pulling his boots off his feet.

"Why? Why would you do something so obviously stupid? If you want to commit suicide, I won't stop you. But dare you use me as an excuse!"

"That's not…" At his accusation MC whirled around and saw that he was about to get rid of his pants. MC turned her back to him as fast as she could, the face red.

"I should come back later."

"Stay and answer my question. That's an order." There it was again, his domineering, overbearing style. With clenched fists to neither turn around and slap his face nor leave the room, MC took a few deep breaths.

"I do not want to commit suicide! Despite its ups and downs I like to live. I admit I didn't think properly. Seeing the fatigue growing in every man and knowing you had only little sleep, if any at all, because of me, I was worried sick. Telling myself you know what you're doing, that this is not your first storm did only help so much." She could feel his warmth behind her before his shadow threw itself over MC. Victor turned her towards him and pulled MC in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry." Mumbling an apology, Victor buried his face into the crook of her neck.

"Why should you be sorry? I was the reckless one." MC may have never admitted towards Kiki but over the past days she dreamed about a situation like this and more. Now actually a dream come true, her heart was running a marathon and MC felt her cheeks burning. Yet she had never felt better.

"It's good that you see that but I made you worry enough to be reckless. So it's partly my fault."

"Are we good then?"

"We are good. But if you attempt to do something like this again, I'll throw you in the brig for the reminder of this journey."

"I'll keep that in mind." To MC's disappointment Victor let her go and sat at the table to eat his soup. He offered her the cup of tea, which she took.

"You're right this wasn't my first storm, actually it was a pretty mediocre one."

"Tell that Kiki." MC answered dryly.

They talked a while longer about their experiences with storms. Of course MC's couldn't hold a candle against Victor's and his stories sent more then once shivers down her spine.

~~~~~~

A week later they arrived at Kap Verde for their last stop in between.

Victor took MC to another market this time for her to actually enjoy. Holding her hand tight so she wouldn't run off he strolled after her when she went from one stall to another. Tasting unknown fruits like ananas and coconut or going into raptures over some good fabrics. When she found a dress like the women all around were wearing she haggled for herself with Victor only providing some translation service.

When they returned in the evening the ship was quiet, most crew members went to one of the numerous pubs, Kiki convinced them to take her with them because she was curious what it would be like.

Those on guard greeted them and gave Victor a report on what happened during his absence. MC used the opportunity and changed into her new dress and accessories. When she returned on deck Victor was nowhere to see. The other men whistled and complimented her. She whirled around the deck laughing at the flattering comments. Still no Victor in sight, he must have gone into his cabin. MC walked towards the steps leading down when a shadow fell over her. Holding on to the rigging from where he had just descended with one hand, Victor grabbed MC by her waist and lifted her into his arm.

"Victor!?" MC giggled his name, over excited because of the compliments as well as the decision she had made over the course of the day.

"What do you think you're doing?" The low growl in his voice sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. Her arms tightly wrapped around his neck she boldly wrapped her legs around his waist without a second thought. Eyes locked onto his.

"I was looking for you."

"And why that?"

"I wanted to know your opinion."

"You just got plenty of opinions."

"They are nice but don't matter. Yours is the only one."

"If it's that important, let's make a deal. If you accept my terms regarding your payment for my opinion as they are, no negotiation possible, I'll tell you."

"Those are harsh conditions. What if I would have terms regarding my payment myself?"

"Take my offer or leave it."

"At least name your terms first!"

Victor smiled and said nothing for a few seconds.

"Stay with me."

"That's only one term."

"But the most crucial one."

"Do I have time to think?" Victor knew she was only playing with him, he could see the glint in her eyes.

"3 seconds from now. 1..2.."

"YES!" MC beamed the most beautiful smile Victor had ever seen. "I'll stay with you and don't care about any other terms."

When Victor's lips met hers the world stopped turning. MC didn't hear the watchmen hoot at the sight of their captain passionately kissing his woman while still hanging in the rigging. Nothing was more important at that moment than Victor and the explosion of feelings his kiss produced within her body.

The engagement to Lucien, what's going to happen with Kiki? Problems they will solve, just not tonight.

~~~~~~~

EPILOGUE

"Sir, the representative from Li Trading is here."

"Send him in."

Before the assistant at the door could act he was pushed aside and MC, clad in a simple yet high quality dress, walked in.

"Good morning, father." It was 20 months ago when the man in front of her told her at exactly the same place that she had to sail into the unknown to marry a stranger. Now she was back with a couple surprises.

"How dare you, to walk in here like that after all you have done! Get out! I have an appointment."

With grace she sat down in the chair in front of the desk folding her hands on top of a leather briefcase.

"I know." She smiled at her father with her business smile. The man behind the desk looked at his daughter, the briefcase and back at her face, realization hitting him hard. With eyes wide open he couldn't help but ask.

"You are…?"

"Yes, I'm what your assistant just called the representative of Li Trading. Do you still want me to leave?" She held up a hand to prevent her father from speaking. "I might say if you sent me out without further ado, you won't get a second chance. I have full authority to negotiate buying your company. Whatever personal feelings I have won't matter, I'll guarantee my objectivity. Now it's your choice." MC and Victor had several discussions on the matter. During those she realized she had come to terms with what her father had done. So now she was confident to guarantee the necessary objectivity.

"Let's get this over with."

MC lay down a quill and handed her father a piece of paper.

"If you would confirm that everything is as discussed."

He read over the notes and nodded with a heavy sigh.

"Yes, that's all correct."

"Good. Tomorrow at 3pm, does that suit you to come over and sign the contract?"

"It does. I know the address."

Putting her tools and the notes back into the briefcase, MC stood up and held out her hand.

"It was a pleasure to do business with you."

He took it then looked at her with sad eyes.

"You've become a fearsome opponent." MC shook her head.

"I already was when you made me leave. You were simply unable to see it. Victor just gave me some fine tuning. See you tomorrow."

Goldman knocked and opened the door enough to stick his head through. A bit taken aback at the sight in front of him he didn't act immediately. The sight on its own wasn't new to him, he had three months to get used to walking into Victor's office and find MC sitting on his lap while holding their daughter. It was their way to get as much family time as possible while still being busy in charge of the company. The crib next to Victor's desk was another thing added to it. What was so surprising for Goldman was the fact they knew of the appointment and acted normally more professional.

"What is Goldman?"

"Sorry, capt'n, Mr Kiseki is here." When Victor retired from his post as Souvenir's captain Goldman followed him on land to stay as his assistant, he still called him captain and Victor didn't mind.

"Send him in."

"Aye."

The small bundle in MC's arm whined upon the loss of her father's attention.

"Ssshh. Daddy has to work now."

The man announced by Goldman walked in at that exact moment. He stopped as if thunderstruck at this overly intimate sight.

"Mr. Kiseki, welcome."

"Father."

Goldman followed Mr. Kiseki and came in with some documents and didn't flinch as MC revealed their relationship. He knew she had met her father in business matter, but had missed the connection to today's appointment.

Being a well known businessman, MC's father had heard the news of Victor Li finally settling down and starting a family. But it was difficult to get details if Victor didn't want one to know them, so the details around his wife were sparse. The only thing known was that he became the father of a daughter. With disbelief he stared at his daughter.

MC slipped out of Victor's embrace and walked over to her father.

"Before we start with official matters. I'd like to introduce you to Abby, your granddaughter. Do you want to hold her?"

He was touched and didn't know what to say.

"Can I?"

"Sure." Gently handed MC her daughter to her father. "See Abby, that's your grandpa."

"You aren't angry any more?"

"No. When I arrived in Kingston I asked Lucien to dissolve the engagement. At that time I had already calmed down but after Lucien told me why you did what you did I got angry again because you hadn't told me. Now I'm just grateful." Her father didn't expect that. So he looked up from the small child in his arms to his daughter in front of him.

"Grateful? After all I've done?"

"Yes, because otherwise I probably never would have met Victor the way I have." On that que Victor joined them, laying his hand around MC's waist. "When you sent me away all I cared about was becoming a successful businesswoman, starting a family wasn't important. Now I can do what I love together with the man I love. So yes, I'm grateful."

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cuddletime-blog · 1 year

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Victor’s Birthday Poem (2023)

Steely, dark eyes, perfectly neat,

layered bangs parted to the side,

a stern expression always ready to get down to business,

a true professional, the ever-impressive CEO.

You are trustworthy and righteous.

The Ace of Spades, The King of the deck,

King of the chessboard always ready to defend his Queen.

Strong hands ready to take action just in the nick of time,

broad shoulders that I can lean on sometimes,

a calm disposition that reassures me that things might still turn out okay

even when it seems the odds might be against me.

Thank you for your encouragement and guidance.

Happy birthday Victor!

You may rarely smile much,

but you are like a warm scarf on a snowy winter day,

a romantic gentleman waiting inside

of an English red phone booth with a bouquet

of fresh red roses in hand on a snowy winter night.

You are complex, but sophisticated like red wine.

You are like an espresso…an acquired taste.

Yet, you are like warm homemade meals…

a warm heart underneath a diamond exterior.

It takes time to get to know you better,

but you seem better with time.

You would stop time to make the moments last longer

Or you would travel to the future to change it for the better.

Countless proposals, reports, meetings, business trips,

one of the busiest and most hardworking men in Loveland,

one of the very best, the absolute Whiz of the finance world,

LFG’s chief executive officer.

Happy birthday to you, Victor.

Thank you for lending a helping hand

and being there for me time after time.

I wish you many more cherished, fond birthday memories,

more birthday cakes, presents, surprise parties,

and bouquets of flowers too.

I’ll make sure to spend your birthdays with you.

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xingxueyue · 10 months

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Lasting Waves UR Card Wish Tree Event

Date: 4 July 2023 to 15 July 2023

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 4 months

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[Art] Kiss Cam

Artist: 橘芝士 (ju zhi shi) || Sub-masterlist

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chuverall · 9 months

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If the boy had met the long-awaited girl early

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hikoorie · 10 months

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Lasting Waves PV

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thebookwyrmn · 5 months

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Brand new chapter karmas have hit the CN server of MLQC. They all look so good.

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thedummysdummy · 5 months

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Take These Memories

This takes place after the most recent events in the global server. So...spoilers kind of?

Mr. Mills looked down at the gleaming key in his hand, then back up to Victor with confusion clouding his gentle eyes. "Boss?"

Victor simply nodded before turning his head away, showing perhaps more emotion than he intended. "I don't need it anymore. Souvenir is yours to do with what you will. You have more than paid for it through the years."

What he didn't say was what was really on his mind.

I don't need it anymore. Souvenir has served its purpose.

I already found her and this time...she isn't coming back.

I can't take these memories.

Safely in his car, tears began to fall for what felt like the thousandth time.

And Victor made no move to wipe them away.

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multifandom-worlds · 2 years

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Waltzing in the Rain

Genre: Fluff

Rating: SFW

Word count: 1k

Authors Note: Reposting some of my favourite works from my AO3. This one was from 2020 with some 2022 revision

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5pm, Friday afternoon. No more meetings are required to attend, and Goldman can finish the paperwork for me. Whatever he can't complete can wait until Monday. I'm going home.

I called out to my assistant, informing him of the plan. "Goldman. Have this paperwork on my desk by my return Monday morning."

"Yes sir!

Goldman takes the stack of papers and leaves my office. I close everything down before I take my leave. With my phone to my ear, I make my way out of the office. No answer. Again. What could she possibly be doing?

Stepping onto the sidewalk, the summer sun is slowly replaced by an ominous rain cloud. On the drive home, I tried her again. Still no answer. What on earth could my dummy be doing? She's rarely without her phone.

The house was oddly silent when I arrived home 10 minutes later. Setting my keys down in the bowl by the front door, I glance around the house, trying to locate her.

"Where are you, dummy?"

My voice echoes through the empty rooms. Where could my wife be? I try her phone again, hearing it ring in the bedroom. Napping? At this hour?

Following the sound, I push open the door to find her not in the bedroom either. Just her phone. While I'm here, I might as well get changed.

Entering the room, movement outside the window catches the corner of my eye. Making my way over to the window, my eyes are greeted by a beautiful sight. 2 stories below me, amongst the green of the grass and the rainbow of colours stands my wife, my favourite blue and white dress gracing her flawless figure.

Whenever the sun shines, her red hair ignites into fiery crimson. Like a vision she walks through the yard, barefoot in the grass, stopping every so often to delicately pick a flower from the garden and add it to the ever growing bouquet in her arms.

It's times like these I fall even deeper in love with her. To see the world through her eyes would be a treat beyond any imaginable. I lean against the window frame, mesmerized by this ethereal beauty that goes about her business without a care in the world.

Before long, the sun gives way to clouds which open themselves up, pouring from the heavens a gentle rain. I expect her to come inside within a few minutes so I remove myself from the window, the reason I entered our room leaving my mind.

When she hadn't come inside after 5 minutes, I resign myself to having to go collect my wife from the rain. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom cabinet, I remove my suit jacket, and roll up my shirt sleeves up to my elbows before opening the back door.

To my great surprise, my love has put her flower bouquet down and is twirling in the rain, much like a young child would do. The faintest of smiles tugs on my lips. I love that despite everything that's happening in her life, she is still able to appreciate the small things, like dancing in the rain. Although I do wish she'd cut it out, she's going to get sick.

I open the sliding door and yell, "What are you doing, dummy?"

"I'm dancing! Come dance with me," she replies.

"Darling. It's raining. You're soaked."

"And? Please Victor?"

Her heterochromatic eyes meet mine. I've always been intrigued by her eyes. One is as blue as the summer's sky, the other as dark as the dirt of which everything beautiful grows.

She saunters her way over to me, absolutely dripping wet from the rain but a smile on those perfect lips tells me she's fine. Her delicate little hand grasps onto my tie, slowly pulling me out into the yard and into the rain with her.

How does one say no? Here I have the closest thing to a goddess, the rain sticking her dress to her body, further accentuating her curves.

With a sigh, I place one hand on her waist, taking her other hand in mine. Her eyes sparkle with such happiness. How the littlest thing can make her happy. She places her free hand on my arm.

I lead us in a slow, romantic waltz around the garden. It may not be a proper waltz but right now, the only sound around us being the raindrops, I cease to find any reason it needs to be proper.

I dip her backwards, her laughter echoes through the garden as the rain lands gently on her face. I pull her back up, her body ever closer to mine. She rests her head delicately on my chest as we dance, listening to my heartbeat, soft and steady.

Outside we dance for what feels like an eternity but it very well was only a matter of minutes. The clouds open up more, the rain falls heavier and harder, as good a time as any to retreat back into the safety of our home.

"Come on Mrs. Li. It's due time we exit the rain."

My love picks up her bouquet before following me into the house where I have a towel waiting for her. Removing her dress, she wraps the towel around her body before she moves deeper into the house to further dry herself.

I follow suit, peeling my wet shirt off my body, followed by my pants before donning a fresh, dry pair of pants and a t-shirt. Gathering up our wet clothing, I place them into the washing machine while she showers.

10 minutes later she emerges clean and dry, except her hair of course. She sits on the couch, beckoning me to join her. Two cups of tea in hand, I join her on the couch. The only sounds in our house being the rain on the window and our soft breathing.

She rests her head on my chest, my fingers drawing indiscernible patterns along her spine. Not my ideal way to spend a rainy Friday afternoon but I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.

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puddingsdiary · 1 year

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We dare!

I know it was very quiet here for a while now. But recently I talked on discord with @perhaps-in-anotherdream about a scenario like the following and the thought won't leave me alone. So I brought it to virtual paper. Maybe I can hire her as my Muse? 😁

Just kidding, but I hope you like it even a little bit.

Without further Ado, everyone have fun!

Still a week to go until their long awaited vacation and MC already finished most of her work but Victor was still very busy. During the last year those two were so busy that there wasn't much time for a vacation, a weekend here and there, sometimes even in combination with a business trip. Fatigue had piled up until two months ago MC had a small weakness attack on a film set. Afterwards both of them decided it was time for a long vacation. Next week it's finally time for their 3 week leave to start. Victor had made the itinerary this time, saying that this trip's purpose was to recharge and relax, so all MC knew was that they would go to Paris first. Nevertheless MC couldn't wait for this final week to be over.

With a cup of coffee she went to the study to see if he had finished for the day when she heard him talking.

"We're doing fine. Thanks. What about you and uncle?"

Obviously his Aunt Alice had called. So MC entered hoping she could also talk to Aunt Alice.

"MC is also here, wait I'll put you on speaker." Victor put his mobile on the desktop and turned on the speaker as soon as he saw MC entering.

"Hello, Aunt Alice."

"My dear, you haven't called in a while."

"Uhm, yeah. I was very busy, you know. Your nephew is a demanding boss." Sticking out her tongue at Victor's frowned face, MC could hear Aunt Alice chuckle over the phone.

"Since I can talk to both of you… We've been asking us for a while now, and I'm sure you know that already, but still, you two have been engaged for so long now. When will you finally marry?"

MC didn't know what exactly to answer since Alice wasn’t wrong. Searching for help she looked at Victor while fidgeting with her engagement ring.

Victor sighed, he put his hand on hers.

"Aunt, we'll take the next step when we see it fit."

Now it was Aunt Alice's place to sigh.

"Don't wait too long, you two. Your father is longingly waiting for a grandchild."

MC blushed at this comment.

"Being married is not necessarily a prerequisite for becoming parents. Plus, I highly doubt it's father who waits longingly."

As if pouring oil into the fire, at Victor's counter her face became beet red.

"I know…"

"Sorry, Aunt, I have another call incoming and it's important. We'll call you when we're back or better, why don't we come to visit at the end of our vacation."

"Don't think I don't know you're dodging the topic. But ok. I see you when you come. Have a nice trip!"

The call ended with his Aunt laughing and Victor looked at a brooding MC.

"What's wrong?"

She shook her head. "No-Nothing."

"Are you bothered by her nagging?"

"That's not it."

"But?"

"Why are we still waiting? We've been through the rituals twice already but always just for show. Was this enough for you?"

"Dummy." Victor pulled MC onto his lap, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist. "How could this ever be enough?" HIs voice became so soft, it nearly melted all her doubts.

"I don't know. We've been engaged for two years now. Yes, especially last year was hectic and very busy…" MC's voice became quiet further down the sentence, not sure how to actually word her feelings. Even without words he understood the girl perfectly. Victor brought his lips close to her ear.

"Then why don't we marry before heading to Paris?"

His breath tickled her skin, the low voice sending a pleasant shiver down the body. It took MC more than a second to realize what he actually said. Looking at Victor in disbelief MC asked for confirmation.

"You mean now?"

"Of course, you seem not really willing to wait any longer, not that I don't feel the same. Maybe I've just waited too long for you to be ready, not seeing that you are. You just said it, we’ve done all the rituals western as well as traditional. What’s left is signing the papers." It was obvious, Victor was dead serious.

"Simply signing some papers isn’t what I thought about my wedding… And what about your family? We'd want them to be there." MC was not yet totally convinced right now.

"Dummy, of course we're holding a ceremony when we're back. You can have everything you want for our wedding ceremony."

The idea of eloping and coming back married finally took form in her head and a grin spread across MC's face.

"Yes! Let's do it!" MC threw her arms around his neck and planted a big kiss on his lips. Victor didn't intend to let her go easily and deepens the kiss. For an eternity there was only the touch of their lips against each other and tongues entwined in a sensual dance. The breath shared became thin and at the end they had to part to catch some air. While MC looked at Victor's slightly flushed face a thought crossed her mind.

"We have to tell your mum!"

"What?"

"Even if we don't tell anyone, we need to tell your mum. We should visit her beforehand and tell her. We can get married in Èze as well, right?"

Her words created a lump in Victor's throat. For a split second he was speechless. Warmth spread from his fast beating heart. MC once said that he was a grand miracle but Victor was convinced that the true miracle sat on his lap right now. To think of how precious his mother was and still is to him at this moment. If possible Victor loved MC even more now.

*Cough* "You're right. I'll make the necessary arrangements first thing in the morning."

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It was a nice sunny late spring day with a handful of small clouds sprinkling the sky. Victor strode towards his mother's grave. MC didn't speak, satisfied with walking next to him, her hand holding his. What they were going to do was very meaningful not only for Victor. She squeezed his hand lightly and he turned his gaze to her, the corners of his lips tugged up lightly.

As always when they were here, there was a hint of sadness deep down in his eyes, yet MC could clearly see how happy he was.

In front of his mother's grave Victor sat down, pulled MC onto his lap. His left arm was wrapped around her waist while the fingers of his right were entwined with hers. Just like he tended to do to calm MC down, her thumb drew circles slowly on Victor's skin.

"Hi, Mum." The voice was a bit hoarse and Victor cleared his throat before he spoke again.

"We're going to get married today and want you to be the first to know. It was quite the spontaneous idea to do it now, so please don't say anything to Dad. But don't worry. We'll celebrate with everyone when we're back home."

As if sending her blessing, the small cloud covering the sun for the last few minutes moved and the gras around the grave was bathed in sunlight.

"Look Victor! Your mum is telling you how happy she is for you." With a beaming smile MC looked up to him.

"Dummy, just coincidence that the cloud moved past the sun just now. But yes, Mum would be happy knowing you by my side." He placed a light kiss on her forehead and MC snuggled even closer, leaning her head on his shoulder. They stayed a little while talking about all the things that happened since their last visit.

Victor being efficient and very thorough was nothing new. Still MC questioned how he was able to make it happen, even in a rather small town like Èze you won't get a wedding date with the authorities within a week's notice.

After their visit at the cemetery Victor and MC returned to their hotel room. MC had one condition, even if not wearing a wedding dress at least she wanted to dress up nice and have a celebratory dinner afterwards.

“Are you ready?” Victor walked behind MC and looked at her in the mirror when she fixed the second earring to her ear, the pair he had gifted her the day of their first kiss.

"We need to go."

The dark blue dress flowed around her curves and the delicate silver threads weaved into the fabric blinked like little stars at every move. Victor thought of her as breathtakingly beautiful and she belonged to him. He couldn't resist and placed a kiss on that one spot in the crook of MC's neck normally hidden by her hair.

"If you continue like that, Victor, we'll miss our appointment and all my hard work to look beautiful is going to waste."

Still looking at MC in the mirror Victor's eyes made a promise that this is not the end here, sending a shiver down her spine. Nevertheless, he picked up her coat and helped MC inside.

"You're wrong. You're always beautiful." With those last words, he pulled MC towards the door.

The deed itself was done very quickly. As requested the official kept the ceremony to the minimum. So after both said their "I do." and exchanged the rings they just signed the official papers. Not even half an hour after entering they left the building as Mr and Mrs Li.

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The remaining vacation passed in the blink of an eye. As promised before returning home Victor and MC visited his family. In doing so, they killed two birds with one stone. Not only would they break the big news, they also pick up Pudding who was taken care of by Victor's father. For the big news Victor invited everyone for dinner at his father's.

Right after everyone had finished and they had moved over to the living room Victor ask for their attention. MC next to him, he pulled her even closer, on arm around her waist.

"We've an announcement to make."

Seeing the pair standing there like that his aunts got sparkles of expectations in their eyes.

"I won't say any names but a few people here were friendly nagging about a wedding date for some time now." Victor clearly looked at both of his aunts. Both women decided to play the innocent lamb.

"Well, I have to admit, we already got married. ... Three weeks ago in Èze."

All of the family sitting there looked at them speechless. Aunt Alice was the first one to recover somewhat.

"How dare you to not share this huge event with your family. Victor, I really thought better of you." Disappointment was clearly written on her face and Aunt Grace nodded in support.

"Aunt Alice, you've already witnessed our wedding a few years ago."

"That's impossible. I won't forget something like that."

"The rehearsal for your anniversary, where Victor and I were your stand-ins?" MC helped out.

"Ah! See as you said it was the rehearsal for our anniversary. How can it be your wedding. What nonsense are you talking about?"

Victor shook his head.

"Yes it was your anniversary but I meant every word I said." Saying this he looked at MC who answered his gaze.

"And while I didn't realize back then I also meant what I said." She turned her head to look at the others and grinned brightly. "So technically you witnessed everything. We just never signed the papers. That's what we fixed in France."

Aunt Alice came up close and poked both their chests.

"You cheeky little bastards." Then turned towards her brother in law. "Don't you have anything to say?" It looked like she had no arguments left for the moment.

"What should I say? My son always had his own head." Victor's father shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "But I was kinda looking forward to stand in for your father and hand you over to my son." Within his eyes disappointment was fighting with pride, that they pulled off something like this.

MC smiled at him, happy he was willing to do this.

"You'll get your chance, Dad, when we're holding a proper ceremony later this year. I can call you Dad now, right?"

Victor's father laughed and walked over hugging his now daughter in law.

"Of course, you could have called me this way earlier." Afterwards he pulled Victor in a hug. "I'm so proud of you."

Aunt Alice threw her hands in the air helplessly at the scene in front of her.

"What should I do with you?"

This time it was Victor who took the initiative and hugged his aunt.

"Accept it and be happy for us."

"I am. But don't think I'll let you off that easily. I expect a proper ceremony, just so you know! And don't dare to make me wait till New Year's Eve just because it's still *this year*!"

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