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thedummysdummy · 1 year

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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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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.

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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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yourssinfullyquiche · 1 year

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NSFW, 18+ minors do not interact (MDNI)

The linn of hot pleasure augurs to surge through me, his eyes drunk on nothing but the drive to have me come by his tongue. The fingers on my thighs grip and spread them wider as he ravages me to no end. My arm flies to grip the post behind me as he pushes his face further into my core—mind delirious, any form of rational thought having been thrown out of the window long ago. My fingers grip his hair tighter, thighs trembling, with the oncoming burst of pleasure, the heat of my pussy burning. He doesn’t slow down, continues spreading my thighs even after it tries to close, having his meal like a starved animal, an insatiable creature. With one last stroke of his tongue from the base of my pussy to my clit, I come screaming, undone by the intense pleasure from my nth orgasm, blinding euphoria coursing my veins, my eyes roll back as I feel myself plunge from the crest of heavens, emptying everything within me. My breaths are heavy and laboured yet he remains there—wet sounds of pure lewd, of hunger and erotica drift to my ears. A hoarse whine escapes my aching lips from the depths of my parched throat, at being overstimulated by the wet kiss he leaves on my bruised clit. My body’s heavy, lethargic even to move, all bare and boneless, spent after the mind numbing orgasms he coaxed my body into; but sated pleasure and affirmation warms my body when he whispers in my ear.

“Good girl.”

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night-chant · 2 years

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MLQC Scenario - Hidden Talent

If I miraculously and accurately linked your actual hobby with your favourite dude, how??--- I-I mean, yes it was on purpose of course! (I didn’t even get mine right XD)

Featuring: MLQC Guys + reader

Synopsis: You have a great passion for your favourite pastime, but for some reason, you’re too shy to let anyone know about it but then he finds out on his own.

Warning: Fluff (except Victor’s??)

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Victor:

Creative writing

Sometimes poetry but often, creative writing since you loved spending time working on your historical romance novel. You never showed it to anyone, in fear that it would be ridiculed for any cliché use that you cherished.

At first, Victor assumed you were just writing a report on your laptop but sometimes, your eyes would light up as you eagerly typed out multiple sentences.

Did you find your report on Miracle Finder’s plummeting ratings that entertaining to analyze?

“How’s the progress?” he asked from behind and you hastily flipped the computer shut.

“Okay, I guess.” The light in your eyes instantly vanished.

Huh. He should’ve known. “The deadline is in two days. Did I give you too much time to spare?” When you didn’t answer, he went on: “What are you writing?”

“You’re going to say it’s stupid.”

“If you expect me to say that everytime a dummy does something, I’d lose my voice already. I only say if it is truly disastrous. Let’s see it.”

You reluctantly handed the laptop over. You started a couple of pages on chapter 18, but you expected he’d glance at the first few lines and turn back to you. Instead, he took a few minutes, perusing with a blank scowl.

Any hope shattered when he started pointing out all the grammatical errors and that the plot so far isn’t logical. Your face felt hot. He was treating even your story as a report.

“The girl should’ve told him the truth in the very beginning,” Victor said, “so none of this mess would happen.”

Your blood was boiling. What, now he’s the CEO of some publishing company?? “Yeah, well, maybe he’d just call her a dummy and dismiss what she says like he always does!”

. . .

Victor would turn and leave with your laptop. Starting from page one, he would read each dialogue and analyze the characters more carefully.

You two will not end up like that couple. Not if he could help it.

Lucien:

Painting

You enjoy nature, especially animals and landscapes.

Sometimes, Lucien and you took a stroll around the forest by the Loveland University so you could get some real-life references.

No matter how vibrant the pigments were, they never drew Lucien’s attention away from you and your concentrated scowl and the slight peek of your tongue as you carefully painted an arc for the branch of a willow tree.

“They don’t look right,” you mumbled, breaking his trance. “But I’m not sure why.”

“Your hand is shaking,” he said, reaching out. “Here, I’ll hold it still for you.”

Maybe it’s because you were embarrassed that you didn’t realize the issue before or maybe because he was leaning very close, but your hands were shaking even more.

However, with gentle guidance, the branches you drew together were natural and lovely, interlaced with one another just like your hands.

Kiro:

Dancing ft. singing

If the rhythm is inspiring or if it’s just your favourite song, you’d probably be in an imaginary music video in the next moment. (Of course, when you were alone.)

Back to reality, it was Kiro who dances but he usually sings more in his performances in concerts.

He didn’t expect you to be a dancer too.

Kiro came home earlier than usual one day. Savin had let him go ONLY because he wasn’t acting too rebellious that day.

Before Kiro even opens the front door, he heard blaring music, almost reverberating off the wall.

His approaching footsteps were completely muted and a familiar voice was singing both parts of a duet song. Then after, an eerily familiar song . . .

You didn’t notice him as you were dancing away to his latest single.

But when you do, all you wanted was to hide in a closet.

But he thought Miss Chips was adorable and gushed about your accurate choreography.

You both probably ended up dancing to Kpop or Disney songs.

Gavin:

Knitting and needlework

Your mother taught you the basics, but you loved the activity so much that you made your own small, simple projects.

Sometimes, Gavin returns from missions with torn clothes and you were always willing to sew them up again if possible.

He finds your talent in knitting very intriguing, how your fingers and yarn and needles danced around one and another like hummingbirds.

Subconsciously, he thinks about the future, when you two would be older and when you would be making knitted garments for your two’s grandchildren.

Wait what do you do with all the clothes you knit now?

One day, he informed you that he would be away for a long mission.

You were bummed. “You have to return on the 20th or earlier! Or else I won’t stop knitting this very scarf until you do!”

When Gavin got back, he noticed that the scarf was pretty long.

“You did take breaks, did you?” he asked, holding your hands as he examined them.

You rolled your eyes when he took your joke to heart and so literally.

You wrap the long scarf around him (maybe a couple times keep it clear from the ground, even considering his height).

Good thing the scarf was big enough to cover part of his face because his ears and cheeks grew pink from your gentle gesture.

He untangled the scarf just enough to loop it around you too, narrowing the distance between you two until you were against his chest.

“Thank you.”

He liked to wear it during autumn and winter ever since.

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 2 years

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[CN] Victor’s Investment Date (Preview)

I’ve already revealed all the cards in my hands to you.

[Date Blurb]

Even for the purpose of making rational decisions, it’s inevitable to distance yourself from some emotional influences.

The two of you have already written each other’s names on a blank sheet of paper a long time ago, and you are both ready to devote yourselves to this investment called “Love.”

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[Date Preview]

Victor and I have come to Paris. After three days of meetings, I successfully signed a cooperation agreement with Prisme Inc., I’ve never expected that after this, I’ll discover the mysterious surprise that Victor has prepared for me...

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“Listening to the lecture with so many people and discussing the topics made me feel as though I was back on campus.”

“And that includes being caught in act by the teacher in class?”

I give a wry grin.

“A few twists and turns on the way are what make the student life so vibrant. CEO Victor, haven’t you experienced the 20 must-do-things in your university life?”

“Such as?”

“Such as – binge-watching a drama with your dormitory roommate under the blanket after the lights are turned off, sneakily sitting in on a lecture you didn’t register for...”

I tilt my head, recalling the things that were popular on university campus.

“And then there’s also the nights of nervousness and heart palpitations of going on a date with the person you like in a deserted part of the campus.”

Before I’ve even finished speaking, I suddenly feel an intense gaze on me.

“A certain someone’s school life was ‘rich’ indeed.”

Victor tosses me a rather distant look. I realize that he’s misunderstood me, and hasten to explain.

“I haven’t experienced the one I mentioned just now either!”

“Oh yeah?”

I can’t discern either delight or anger from Victor’s voice. He just puts one arm on the balcony in front of me. Though his action seems casual, it blocks all the ways out for me.

–– “This is, after all, the one and only ‘investment’ that I want to invest in forever. I must hold on tight.”

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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]

~~~~~~~

"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.

~~~~~~~~~~

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

~~~~~~~

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!"

~~~~~~

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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A Very Salty Story (MLQC full cast - NSFW)

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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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kookoobeans · 2 years

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It's been a while. I'm finally back! Will post again soon have to catch up with the game. I like the day and night feature lol.

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lia-jones · 2 years

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Resistance - Evol: Chapter 23 - Owen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“By the way, how is she?”

“Mom?”

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

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

“Is she doing well?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m going to win.”

“What else?”

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

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

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

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

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

“But I was winning!”

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

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

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

“Yes!” He beamed. “Can I help?”

“Can you grate the cheese without hurting yourself?”

“Yes, sir!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

His father turned to the sink to wash the broccoli.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I don’t think he is.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok.” Jenny shrugged.

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

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

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

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

“Mom!” He threw himself into her arms.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hot dogs?”

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

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

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

“Fine.” He answered grumpily.

“Oh, is someone having a bad day?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to go home, Mom.”

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

“But I want to go NOW!” He screamed.

“Owen!”

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

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

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

“I’m sorry I was rude.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why do we have to do an experiment?”

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

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

“Owen…”

“I just want to go home.”

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

“You want to stay with Dad?”

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

Mom blinked at him.

“Where did you hear that?”

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

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

“You’re not marrying him, are you?”

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

“Levi? God, no.”

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

She paused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Owen held his mother’s hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can we still go for hot dogs?”

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

“Can he come too?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Owen’s heart swelled with pride.

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

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

“Dad’s a hero!”

“He did something pretty special, yeah.”

“So did you.” His father replied.

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

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

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

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

“Did you tell Diane?”

“No. Did you tell Goldman?”

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

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

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

“Victor…”

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

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

Another beat of silence.

“That’s not… I’m sorry.”

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

“I agree.”

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

“Thanks.”

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

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

Silence filled the car again.

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

“So are you.”

“Like I said, I know what I want.”

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

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

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thedummysdummy · 1 year

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S2 Ch 44: The Other Side

Obviously this is VERY spoilery. But I couldn't help but consider Victor's side, so here we are.

Of course the first words out of her mouth were an exclamation of jubilation. But more importantly, the first word out of her mouth was my name. The whirlwind of emotion which had taken hold of my heart during the last few minutes had not yet ceased; in fact, it simply glowed with the fires of relief and pride.

“Hmm, I heard everything.”

The first order of business was to get the girl out of the pool and back into my arms where she belonged. I paused at the water’s edge, a memory I’d only recently regained turning slowly behind my eyes like a glittering crystal. The girl had jumped into a pool such as this before, hadn’t she? Images of a crimson dress hugging her wet form and diamond earrings catching the glow of the pool lights superimposed themselves over her now and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. The memories felt both foreign and familiar, her arms around my neck, her lips on mine for the very first time…

I blinked and lowered my arm, realizing I’d presented the completely incorrect angle in my memorial stupor. Thoughts lingered on the surface of my parted lips, but somehow I didn’t have the strength to pry them from where they clung.

I’m so proud of the woman you’ve become.

I love you.

I…have to go away soon. I don’t know when I will return.

No, no, absolutely not. Promises not made were promises that could not be broken, and saying goodbye was a promise of a new hello. And the word ‘goodbye’ tasted like a stream of acid burning its way from my trembling lips down my dry throat and directly into my quivering heart.

She stared at me, the confusion evident in the deep pools of her irises. It seems she had something to say as well, but I did not know if I could handle hearing her voice. The handkerchief she’d so tenderly placed on my breast sprung to mind and I pulled it from my pocket, wanting to remove the droplets of water from her face as quickly as possible. The way they ran down her cheeks too closely resembled tears and I knew I couldn’t handle her tears in this moment.

Yet I found myself removing those precious droplets with the utmost care, memorizing the curves of her face beneath my fingertips. The way her nose ended softly, the high arch of her brows. Her jaw, so often these days set with determination to match the burning fire in her intense eyes.

It seemed she sensed my hesitation as I saw a flicker of sadness in her posture. She’d gotten nearly as good at reading me as I had her, it seemed, but as usual the girl simply lifted her chin and flashed me a big smile.

“See? This gift is very handy, isn’t it?”

All I could do was sigh helplessly as the most tender word in my vocabulary slipped out. “Dummy.”

~~~

Dealing with the press was certainly something familiar and almost mundane. Their questions, though irritating, were nothing I couldn’t handle. Mr. Meng did his utmost best to throw me off while appearing friendly, but such things were also well within my ability to handle.

What did echo in my chest, however, was a sense of urgency. I’d broken the rules and I knew my time was short. I could feel the grains of sand in my hourglass trickling away as the minutes passed. These were minutes wasted on them; minutes I should be spending with her.

She needed to be dry. She needed to be warm. She needed to spend as many of those minutes in my arms as possible. By the time we parted with the press and made it back to my car, exhaustion had begun to settle into the crevices where the adrenaline had been. I turned up the heat and began to drive, my thoughts a tangled ball of thread in my mind. The entire thing was coated with a bitterness which lingered on my hand after shaking Mr. Chang’s.

It took great effort to find the end of the thread and even more to begin following it, untangling and attempting to organize the stream which seemed only to re-knot itself behind my concentration. It wasn’t until only the sound of the engine broke the silence that I realized the girl had been speaking, but I hadn’t heard a word of it. “What were you just saying?”

Like a child she pulled at my sleeve with a frown pulling at her sweet face. “I was talking about that Meng Chang!”

Of course she was, what else would I expect? It took some time to find a complete thought with which to answer her; urgency colored any attempt at a casual response. All I could think about was what I saw when I shook that man’s hand. In the end, what came out was simply a warning. “Meng Cheng appears to be amiable on the surface, but is actually very shrewd. There will likely be further troubles down the road when dealing with him in the future.”

She had to know. She had to be prepared, because I knew I could not be at her side. But again I could not bring myself to give her any sort of warning as to that. “You should be more careful around him from now on.”

No surprise filled my heart when she immediately turned my warning back on me. For the time being she was correct, but would she even remember those three letters when the time came? Would ‘LFG’ mean anything in my absence? “Mm. Moving forward, I…” But the words stuck in my throat. There was no more I. There was only her and the strength she had gained which I had been unable to see past my own emotions.

She was as prepared as I could have made her, but that didn’t stop the sourness which was growing in the deepest parts of my soul.

I was grateful, then, when she attempted to lightheartedly change the subject. She obviously sensed my hesitation, but I was grateful she chose not to push. Or so I thought…”So what was going through your mind when you saw me falling into the pool? After all, a certain someone seemed to be hemming and hawing when he came running…Victor, do you have something you wanted to say to me, but feel a little embarrassed to say out loud?”

So she had noticed. The same thoughts began again swirling in my mind and I somehow wondered if she had gained some power of telepathy. However, her continuation somewhat rested my soul. I can’t help but chuckle at her surety. “I do have something to say to you. But for something so important, does a certain someone really want to hear it in the car?”

Her light protest and my resulting quip almost allowed me to forget what I actually needed to tell her. The familiar flow of our conversation sat heavily on my chest while simultaneously lifting my heart. I wanted the rest of our time to be perfect. If I could have only one more night before my life faded to midnight, I could only wish for it to be the most beautiful night possible.

“Also, have you forgotten something?”

She looked at me with confusion and amusement creeped into my voice. “The two lantern festival tickets that were placed inside the proposal, were they simply for me to take a look at?” I watched with amusement as she rediscovered them and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I even thought that perhaps it was a special surprise you prepared…but now it appears a certain dummy herself has forgotten about it.”

Disappointment seems to dim the color in her eyes as she notices the time. “At my side, you will always have enough time.” But myself? I’d simply have to make the time I had left be enough time.

~~~

Could she tell how desperately I held her hand as we weaved our way through the streets of the festival, a sky of lantern-stars surrounding us as if we strolled through the very heavens. Her arm goes taut as the girl stops and I pause one step later, looking back to see the light and shadows dancing across her face. She seems deep in thought as another memory springs unbidden to my mind.

“Are you planning to write ‘may all wishes come true’ again?”

The words slip out with very little thought; my mind was still wrapped up in reliving this memory I was experiencing for the first time…again. It made very little sense, yet I was more grateful now for the ‘extra time’ than I could ever have predicted. It felt, somehow, like a small gift offered as condolence for what was to come.

She seems surprised and I simply point at her face with a chuckle. I long ago learned to read you, my dearest dummy, I wanted to say, but simply gave her the most subtle of smiles and pinched her finger. In this moment I would have found a way to give her the moon if she asked. An ice cream seemed the most mundane of wishes, but something within me sighed with relief. It was a promise I could surely keep. “Sure, what flavor do you want?” Her mumbling and stumbling at my acceptance caused me to laugh a much-needed laugh. “There isn’t any here, but let’s go check out the place up ahead. The path ahead of us is still very long.”

I took her hand again, hoping that I had been correct. There was no doubt in my mind that we could find the ice cream she’d so brashly requested, and the physical distance ahead of us did, indeed, hold plenty of opportunity. However, I felt the path of our time together crumbling at our feet. We weave our way casually through the crowd, the beating of my heart outpacing the stride of my feet.

I know I should tell her. But where do I begin?

In the end, I didn’t have to broach it at all. My hand swayed and I turned my head slightly to meet her dazzling eyes. “Mr. ‘deliberately being mysterious’ CEO Victor, can you tell me now? What was it that you wanted to tell me earlier?”

All I could do was brush the question aside with a quip and carry on as if the words weren’t chewing on my throat and tongue. I was favored at that moment as my eyes fell on a certain sign. We paused on a small bridge where I stepped a little closer and stared deeply into her eyes. In those eyes I could see every moment of multiple lifetimes and I reveled in them, feeling their warmth soaking into the cold places in my heart for a moment. If given enough time they may have thawed it completely, but I didn’t think I could handle what came next with a heart of flesh.

My eyes broke away from her face and I deflected by pointing at the sign I had spotted ahead. “It seems a certain someone’s wish is about to come true immediately.” The current of emotions were clear on her face. Surprise and joy mingled with frustration evident in her clenched hands. All I can do is chuckle and brush her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “I’ll never break the promises I’ve made to you. So, before that, let’s satisfy the wish of a certain dummy first.”

She took the bait. I knew she would. But I didn’t expect her ‘condition.’ “Then you wait for me here!”

Immediately my response was to deny and catch hold of her hand. This path of ours diverged any step now, and the thought of letting her go felt as if my own body was being torn in half. “Do you really need a sense of mystery to buy ice cream?” came from my lips, but what I meant was “Do you really need to leave me alone in these last moments of agony? Can’t you see how desperately I want you to stay by my side until the very last possible moment? Hold my hand. Look into my eyes. Tell me every detail of your life. Be your childish, impish, exasperating, perfect self.

“Tell me that you love me.”

But my earlier realization returned to my mind. Who was the real dummy? She could stand on her own two feet, now. And sooner or later, I was going to have to let her go. And so I began to laugh, both at her ‘deal’ and at myself. “Childish…Then remember to walk a little faster. The lantern show is about to start.”

My eyes lingered on her familiar form as it disappeared into the crowd. My heart burned each time she turned back to check that I hadn’t moved, almost as if she knew that I would soon be leaving again. Each time I smiled and waved her on, shaking my head slightly in amusement. Such an endearing little dummy.

But as she walked away, I began to feel an increasing sense of concern. Surely it was just anxiety of breaking my promise to stay here until her return against my will causing my heart to beat faster and my palms to sweat. I pushed those damp palms into my pockets and leaned against the railing to await her return.

The moment she emerged from the shop, my eyes returned to their magnetic north. There was a bounce and a sense of haste in her gait and I could feel her eyes on me, as well. Some portion of me wished to push through the gathered crowd and return to her side, but I forced myself to allow her to return to my side on her own.

All around me, lanterns began rising into the air. They obscured my view with their gently glowing forms, through which I squinted to keep track of the girl.

“Victor!”

I hear her voice and the smile on my face grows as I turn in her direction. I still couldn’t see her clearly, but I knew that only moments stood between us. My senses were enveloped by the flickering of candles and the shouts of excited festival goers, but the girl pauses with confusion in her eyes. A cold feeling of dread douses the fire in my stomach as I look into those pools. So, the time has come.

Despite all my preparations for this exact moment, I feel a sourness filling my nose and throat, causing me to swallow hard to keep back the threatening mistiness in my eyes. I called her by name, hoping that I could at least leave her with a few parting words. “Remember to continue doing what you have to do.”

But her response simply confirms my fears. “...Do you know me? Who are you?” She moved closer to me and I felt my hands straining to reach out and pull her into my arms. Her struggle is obvious as she stares at me, grasping her chest in pain. Every cell in my body screamed that I needed to comfort her. I needed to brush her hair away from her cheek and tell her that everything would be fine. “Vi…ctor.”

She repeats my name again and again, seeming to find less and less meaning in it with each repetition. I attempt a smile and shake my head slightly. “That’s fine. I’ll leave now.” Against my nature I turn and take a step away from her, feeling as if the air around me had turned to gelatin which I struggled to step through. At that exact moment, the crowd grew particularly excited and I allowed myself to slip away into its depths, quickly sweeping me away from my northern star.

Amidst the streaming beams of brightly-colored fireworks, I found the world around me fading away. And with it, I felt my memories trickling away into the grains of sand which began falling around me.

I find myself standing in a vast desert with only the presence of a small boy next to me. “Are you ready to bear the price?” he asks and I find myself nodding through the tears which I could feel on my cheeks. I didn’t know why they were there, who this boy was, or what I must have done, but somehow I knew I’d been preparing for this.

My feet scatter bits of broken glass as I step through them, following the little boy deeper into the desert.

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xcoconutbeanx · 2 years

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

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yourssinfullyquiche · 10 months

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Hello to all my readers, I have a question for you:

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night-chant · 2 years

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MLQC Scenario - Miss. Love: King’s Choice (Role Swap AU)

Wait no hear me outt

Featuring: MLQC Guys + reader

Synopsis: There’s this new otome game but there’s no way he’d have any interest in these sort of things. That is until he saw a certain pixelated character through the screen . . .

Warning: None---enjoy the madness loool

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Victor:

stage 1: denial

When Victor first heard of Miss. Love: King’s Choice, he was really put off by it---the title sounds ridiculous, the game mechanics doesn’t seem entertaining cuz really, why would he get excited over virtual cards?

stage 2: curiosity

Apparently the game is really successful, proven through the engagement on social media posts and promotions about the game online.

The algorithm would constantly feature you---front and center with your beaming smile as you sat on a floral swing adorned in roses. It was your most iconic SSR . . .

aHEm forget his phone, he would still hear passerby talked about it---he would never admit how much his attention sharpened at the sound of your name whenever they talked about you, your elegance and courage found within your dates and chapters.

Eventually, he would download MLKC as a joke, ready to nitpick everything about it, internally promising himself to uninstall if---I mean WHEN it gets boring.

Although he complains about aspects of it, he never really did???

stage 3: embarrassment

Will hide it from anyone from a two-meter radius.

When Goldman walked nearby, Victor would stare at the calculator app so...stiffly…

stage 4: acceptance

He will get over his embarrassment soon (you bet he would get your top-up cards yesssss)

You know that lead board for every love interest in Momentos for Bond Points? Victor was always ALWAYS at the top for yours.

And so when it was your featured day in Box Office, everyone gotta watch out cuz he will be at the top in Box Office too XD

Lucien:

The toys at the orphanage didn’t appeal to one of the children and she was bored out of her minddd

Lucien tried to offer ideas and the more the little girl reject every one of them, the more crazy his ideas got just to mess with her lolol

Like noo professor sir I don’t want to read that Quantum Physics textbook plz noo XD

He finally managed to make her happy when he offered his phone. He didn’t have any games on it, but she was welcomed to download some as long as he approved of them. (He wasn’t a dad but that didn’t stop him from acting like one lol)

He was expecting like dress up games or UNO but what she chose ... well..

“Are you sure?” Lucien asked as he carefully eyed the preview contents of MLKC. “It seems harmless but unfortunately, I don’t think you’re the target audience.”

The little girl pouted. “But this lady looks like a superrr beautiful princess!! Did you see her hair and dress? Look look!” She swiped to the image of your profile. Robed in a simple yet stunning lavender dress, you held elegance in your posture and innocence in your eyes.

The little girl poked Lucien’s cheekbone. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Is that a yes?”

He smiled after recovering from his daze. “It seems that the princess has convinced me too.”

They were your firm loyal supporters from then on lol

He was always pushed into dealing with the gacha pulls especially after you came home to him many times aww

Even after visiting the orphanage, Lucien might admit he read all of your unlocked dates on his own lol

Kiro:

He ain’t picky with any kind of games, his phone was full of all sorts of them (he had the dream phone storage space sighh)

He has rpg, shooting, ones where you just raise farm animals ,...webkinz?? So an otome game isn’t a strange exception.

Although he didn’t really download it for the romance, he instantly gravitated to your charisma to the MC player. Your compassion made his heart swoon and now all he thought about was romancee

And when you sung happy birthday to him on his special day?? His heart almost couldn’t handle your angelic, lovely voice.

Screenshotted your dates all the time ---he demands new content asappp

Kiro consistently voiced his support to you like the biggest stan to anyone who would listen (i am so sorry Savin the car rides to the tour performances will feel much longer now)

Kiro got excited over any event and raved about how gorgeous the art in your karmas are.

His manager sighed as Kiro was nearly bouncing off the walls. “What are you going on about now??”

“Savinsavinsavin look at the new karma I got! Doesn’t Miss. Chips look perfect??”

“Kiro, that is a R karma.”

Offended, Kiro wrapped his arm protectively around his phone as he glared at Savin. “!! ANd I need to frame it on my wall.”

He had all your merch in his room. Your posters, your pins, your figurine, your body pillow--

Lately, his songs was all about one girl and fans had no clue who was his secret girlfriend cuz the only one he ever posts about was a game character??

Gavin:

When it came to media, this guy lived under a rock. The latest movie’s gigantic, bright ad could be flashing in front of his face and a lone smol bird by the streetlight would catch his attention first.

So how on Earth was he gonna find out about the mysterious, subtle mobile game Miss. Love King’s Choice??

Uhhh

He was kinda peer pressured by Minor . . .

Minor: yooo brooo i know a girl who is sooo your type and she is right here!

Gavin: Really? Where?

The only pedestrians in the streets were an elderly couple.

When he sees you in Minor’s phone screen, he was concerned. He had two thoughts:

1) Minor played dating simulation games?

2) Oh no why does this virtual character look cute?

Cute was an understatement. How you cuddled with big fluffy dogs in your SR or how you were very much embracing the look of your long veil in your wedding SSR.

Gavin acted/tried to convince himself he wasn’t interested in playing MLKC but nevertheless, he would look over when Minor was doing the dailies in order to get a chance to have a glimpse of you.

“C’mon, bro, drop the act and download the game!” Minor said when he caught Gavin low-key eyeing over at his phone. “Do it and I’ll stop tapping on your girl’s forehead.”

Gavin glared. “Stop doing that.”

(but then how was he supposed to read the next dialogue?? Anywhere else would earn Minor sthg way worse than Gavin’s glare QAQ)

If Minor knew what was good for himself, he gotta make it clear his favourite character was NOT you.

Gavin maaybe did some research about a certain character…

”Huhhh?? I didn’t know she could control flowers and plants???”

”Minor, there were clear hints: lilies grew where she walked at the end of chapter 2.”

Eventually, Gavin ended up playing the game. He enjoyed the moments where his MC player gets to save you in dangerous moments of the story.

He always associated you with cuteness until he read your Valentine SP’s Mind Quest his face is completely red aAH

He was a bit defensive when people criticize your character though so watch outtt

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This is my second attempt to make you smile lol I hope you 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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