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#thats amazing #anyway this will be my comfort fic for like 7 years #ive been blessed with vic fics for 3 days in a row #all in the morning too uwu #mlqc victor #mlqc fanfic

In Which Victor gets INCREDIBLY Drunk, Part 2
As promised, this is the continuation of the piece found here: https://thedummysdummy.tumblr.com/post/666894328916049920/the-worst-business-trip-part-1
The girl hung up the phone and stared off into the distance, her lips curved downward and sadness in her eyes. “If Victor was willing to tell me about those couple of things that went wrong…what bigger things are just being bottled up inside of him?” With that thought rattling around inside her brain, she turned back to the computer and continued reviewing the final cut for the upcoming pilot release. Her fingers tapped mindlessly on the desk while her eyes flickered back and forth across the screen.
A tap from the door frame jolted her to attention. She swiveled to face the doorway and found Willow leaning in the frame, head tilted quizzically. “What’s wrong, boss? Trouble with the fiance?”
A look of surprise crossed the girl’s face and her thumb went subconsciously to the ring on her finger. “That obvious?” Willow nodded and she sighed. “I mean, everything is fine between us. But he’s on the business trip, you know, and it isn’t going well. And I don’t think he’s been sleeping because he fell asleep on the phone just now…”
“Aww, adorable,” Willow teased, slipping inside the office and planting herself in the spare chair. “You know, once that pilot is greenlit the only projects you have are those reports. You could totally surprise him by showing up in New York, and just do the reports on the plane.” She leaned back in the chair and looked her boss in the eyes, a cheeky smile on her face.
“I couldn’t just leave you all here with so many upcoming projects!” the girl argued, shaking her head and pointing to the computer screen. “That just wouldn’t be fair to all of you.”
Willow laughed and waved her hand. “We could hold down the fort for a few days. You’ve been working so hard lately that you could definitely use a break anyway. The last thing we need is for our fearless leader to burn out.” She patted the top of her boss’s head and stood. “At least think about it. We all have noticed your long face ever since he left.”
“You guys are so creepy,” the girl giggled, the frown fading to a smile. “But I’ll give it some thought, okay? Now get back to work before I have to reprimand all of you for sitting around and gossiping!”
The pair of them burst into laughter and Willow went back to her own desk. The girl watched Willow lean over and begin whispering to Kiki as a warmth filled her chest. She really had the best employees…and the best friends.
The next two days went by in a blur. Their pilot episode aired to great acclaim, skyrocketing their studio back to number one in trending. Willow, Kiki, Minor, and all the others worked extra hard to finish their projects by close on Friday so the weekend would be open for celebration. “You have all done a marvelous job,” the girl exclaimed at three in the afternoon. “We are all caught up, so I don’t want to see any of you in the office until Monday morning. Go out and enjoy yourselves, and that’s an order!”
The office exploded into cheers of jubilation, and the girl stood at their head with a smile on her face. As they all filed out of the room, Willow made her way over to the boss and winked. “Remember what I said,” she said, giving her a wink and leaving without another word.
Truth be told, the girl hadn’t been able to get Willow’s words out of her mind. During the early morning calls from Victor, while riding the bus to work, while trying to concentrate on her reports…the only thing she could think of was Willow’s suggestion. Should she go? It wouldn’t be the first time she had hopped on a plane to surprise him, after all. But New York was so very far away…
No sooner had the door snapped closed behind the last employee than her phone rang. The girl pulled it from her pocket expecting to see Kiki or Minor calling to say they forgot their keys or something…only to see Victor’s face pop up on the screen. She hurriedly fumbled for the answer button and held the phone tightly to her ear. “Victor? Are you alright? Why are you awake and calling me at three thirty in the morning?!”
There was a moment of silence on the phone, Victor seemingly surprised by her intensity. When he did speak, his voice was soft and slightly slurred. “I just needed to hear your voice, that’s all.”
A cold chill went down her spine. Something was not right…It was that moment that her mind was made up. “I’m right here, Victor. Everything will be alright, okay? I want you to get some sleep for me.”
Victor sighed, rolling over in the bed and setting the phone on the pillow close to his ear. He did not speak, but she continued talking as she locked the office door and made her way to the street to hail a cab. “Everything is going well here at home. Our pilot episode was very well received and everyone got to go home early today. You’ll be so pleased with the next report that you’ll reward me with five puddings, I know it!”
She prattled on until the rhythmic, soft snores filled her ears. A soft smile crossed her face and she climbed into the cab, hanging up with an “I’ll see you soon.” The cab driver looked at her expectantly. “LFG, please.”
“Goldman. I need to know which hotel Victor is staying in.” The girl had burst through the door so unexpectedly that Goldman stood flapping his mouth noiselessly for a few moments while his brain caught up. He looked so much like a fish that she couldn’t help but laugh, the concerned expression in her eyes fading for a few moments.
When he had gathered himself, Goldman looked at her quizzically. “Why?”
“I’m worried about Victor. He hasn’t been acting like himself all week.”
“So…wait. You aren’t planning to run to New York are you?” Goldman’s eyes widened and he began to laugh. “You are, aren’t you? You two are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!”
The girl scowled and cuffed Goldman gently on the shoulder. “Oh shut up, you! Just give me the information! Remember how many times I’ve helped you with your work? Bought that new tie after you spilled coffee on Victor’s? You owe me!”
Goldman shrunk back a little and waved his hands. “Okay, okay! Let me grab the itinerary!” He turned to the filing cabinet next to his desk and rifled through the papers, coming up with an “aha!” of victory. “Here you go. I’ll just make a photocopy of it for you.”
While he did so, the girl pulled up airline tickets on her phone. By the time Goldman had printed the copy of Victor’s itinerary, she had booked a flight for 7pm straight through to New York City. “You’re the best, Goldman!” she shouted, snatching the paper from his hand and racing out of the office. He watched her go with a bemused look on his face and a chuckle on his lips.
“He really picked the best. But is anyone surprised by that?”
Packing, customs, and boarding were all over before the girl could even catch up on her own whirlwind of thoughts. It wasn’t until the plane was at cruising speed and she had nothing to do but sit that it caught up to her the spur of the moment decision she had made. She pulled the itinerary out of her pocket and read it again, ensuring for the fifth time that she had booked a room at the correct hotel. “What in the world am I doing?” she asked under her breath, though her still-racing heart told her the answer.
Victor needed her, and she was going to answer the call.
She hurried out of the plane and into the terminal, feeling more than a little lost at the sheer size of the JFK airport. Through the help of her fellow passengers she eventually found her luggage and made it out onto the street. The amount of noise, people, and lights on the street were staggering, but she did manage to flag down a cab and was soon headed for the hotel.
The long flight had given her more than ample sleep and the jetlag had not set in. So even though it was nearly ten thirty at night, the girl found herself wide awake and bouncing inwardly with excitement. Her phone buzzed and she flicked the screen on to see it was a text from Victor. Perfect!
“Just got done with the meetings for today. Thankfully the last one was via video conference. How was work?”
She smiled and hugged her phone to her chest before replying. “There wasn’t any work today aside from working on the report. But it is finished now, and the proposal should be finished by this afternoon. Are you back at the hotel?” Not a full truth, but what harm would it do?
“I was, but I stepped out to get something to eat before attempting to sleep. Remember that my flight home is in twelve hours, so I will be returning soon. Be sure you get that proposal finished.”
Even more perfect! She picked up her bags and hurried into the hotel, got checked in, and dropped her luggage off in her room. “I will, I will! Did you get anything good for dinner?” she replied, parking herself in one of the chairs in the lobby to watch for Victor’s return.
His response was prompt. “Just some American pizza and a bottle of red wine. Nothing too fancy. I will call you when I get back to the hotel.”
“Okay, travel safely.”
She slipped her phone into her pocket and watched the windows intently, her leg bouncing softly in anticipation. Her heart leapt every time she heard the doorbell ring, only to be disappointed when a stranger stepped through the door.
Until she saw that tall, all too familiar form. Her heart began to race and her cheeks blushed as he stared at the CEO in his smart suit carrying a pizza box and a bottle of wine in one hand, and his phone in the other. He seemed intently focused on the screen until he held the phone up to his ear…and her ringtone filled the lobby.
Victor’s head swiveled in her direction, his eyes wide. She stepped out from around the corner where she had hidden and ran toward him, arms wide and a broad grin on her face. “Surprise!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest. Victor didn’t say anything; he just stood there, staring at her with those shocked eyes. “Come on, let’s get up to your room so you can have your dinner. We don’t want the pizza to get cold!”
She released her grip and reached for his hand, taking the phone out of it and replacing it with her own hand. Their fingers threaded together naturally and she began to pull him toward the elevator. “What room are you in?”
“What…what are you doing here?” Victor finally managed as the elevator doors closed. “What kind of dummy flies all the way to New York knowing that she will be turning around less than twelve hours later?!”
The girl looked Victor straight in the eyes and gave his hand a squeeze. “The kind of dummy who knew that something was wrong, and she was worried enough to fly to literally the opposite end of the planet to try to fix it.”
They stood there for nearly a full minute before either of them realized that they had not pushed a floor button. Victor reached out with their entwined hands and pressed the fifteenth floor. Neither of them spoke, each just drinking in the presence of the other and the warmth of each others’ hands. This continued until Victor placed the pizza and wine on the desk and turned, flinging himself at her and burying his face in her hair. His strong, warm arms enveloped her and his presence became the entirety of her world.
Neither knew how long they stood there that way, hearts and breathing synchronized as emotions coursed through their veins. It was Victor who finally pulled away and straightened his wrinkled shirt, clearing his throat and sniffling softly. He covertly wiped his face with his sleeve as he turned to grab the pizza, his stomach audibly rumbling. The girl frowned and sat down on the edge of his bed. “Victor, is this the first food you’ve eaten today?”
He nodded and popped the top of the wine, pouring himself an abnormally large glass. She frowned and scooted over with her back against the headboard to give Victor a place to sit next to the night stand. He took the opportunity, placing his plate of pizza and glass on the night stand so he could more properly settle in next to her. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, a smile on her face. “You really need to take better care of yourself, Victor. It’s no wonder you’re so thin…You’ve at least made sure to eat something every day though, right?”
“You worry too much. I’m perfectly healthy.” Victor took a large bite of the pizza and the girl chuckled, nuzzling in closer to him. Though he gave no outward sign, Victor relished her warmth against his side. While he ate they spoke of nothings, whatever common thoughts washed into the harbor of their minds. She snitched a slice of the pizza and a sip of the wine, but when all was said and done there only remained an empty pizza box and the drop in the bottom of the bottle that refused to come out.
“Are you sure you should drink all of that?” she had asked halfway through the bottle, but Victor had stubbornly ignored the question.
“I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine.” His response to everything, ‘I’ll be fine.’ She sighed and held his hand, content to allow the evening to go however Victor chose. At least while he was here in her arms, she knew he was safe and well.
The lights of passing cars danced like stars on the walls and ceiling of the hotel room, though they were far enough up that the sounds of the street were as dim as a childhood memory. They lay side by side and hand in hand, watching the lights as peace filled the room with warmth.
“I’m glad you came to me.”
Victor’s voice broke the silence, soft as mist and slurred. He rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around the girl, pulling her in tight. “I missed you so much…” His breath was hot on her cheek and smelled of alcohol.
“Victor…you’re drunk,” the girl giggled, her lips brushing the tip of his nose teasingly. “I told you that you shouldn’t have had that entire bottle of wine. Who knows what silly things you’ll say that you’ll regret in the morning.”
“I’m not drunk. I don’t get drunk.” Victor shook his head, eyes closed and embrace unrelenting. “And I never regret anything.”
She giggled and brushed his hair away from his forehead. “You never regret anything, huh? So you’re telling me that in your entire life, you’ve never done one single thing that you would go back and change?” The atmosphere in the room changed immediately as Victor pulled his arms to his chest and rolled over, curling up into a ball. The girl’s face fell, a mixture of confusion, fear, and sadness in her eyes. “Victor, did I say something wrong?”
He refused to speak and when she put her hand on his shoulder, the girl discovered he was trembling. Great, deep trembles that seemed to come directly from his core and radiate to his fingertips. Panic rose from her belly to where it threatened to close off her throat as she pressed her body against the curve of his spine and gently ran her warm hands up and down his neck, shoulders, chest, and back. “Victor,” she whispered, her hand caressing his ear. “Victor, honey, talk to me. What is wrong?“
It seemed as if Victor didn’t even know she was there. He showed no signs of responsiveness, eyes staring off into space as every muscle in his body trembled. Tears welled up in the girl’s eyes as she continued trying to calm him, almost deciding to call emergency services when an audible sob escaped Victor’s throat.
"Oh, Victor,” she whimpered, pulling softly on his shoulder to get him to roll over to face her. He refused so she climbed out of the bed and knelt on the floor next to his face. Tears had completely soaked the pillow and he hid his face from her, some part of his brain still sober enough to attempt to salvage his pride. She gently slid her hand between the pillow and his face, cupping his cheek and turning his head to face her. “Victor. You’re alright, honey. I’m right here.” Her voice was silk, sliding into his ears and down to his gasping heart. She wiped the tears from his cheeks and kissed each of his eyes as gently as the brush of butterfly wings. “I’m right here and I want to help you. You just need to trust me with your heart."
He pulled in a shaky breath and reached out with trembling hands to tangle his fingers in her hair. "You… Already have it…” he whispered, voice still slurred but understandable. “But I don’t deserve yours."
The words were like a dagger to her gut. She felt the tears on her own face begin again and she took his hands. "Victor, what in the world would make you think that you don’t deserve anything in this entire world that catches your eye?"
Victor shook his head and again rolled away from her. The girl sighed and rose from the floor, deciding she might as well throw away the empty pizza box and bottle while she was up. She carried them to the trash and stopped, looking at the contents sadly. In the wastebasket were three more wine bottles, each drained of its contents. Suddenly the late night calls made a lot more sense.
She placed the trash in the bin and climbed back into the bed, taking both of his hands and blowing on them gently. "You’ve had a very, very hard week, haven’t you?"
Victor nodded.
"Have you gotten any sleep at all?”
Victor began to shake his head, but then paused and took a trembling breath. “A little. While I could hear your voice on the phone. But as soon as you hung up, the nightmare came back."
The girl pressed her forehead to Victor’s, just lingering there breathing calmly while tears ran down Victor’s face. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Again Victor shook his head and she sighed, looking at the child in the man before her. "Well, can we at least get you comfortable? You’re still in your suit.” This time she didn’t give him much choice; she reached out and unbuttoned the suit coat, loosened his tie, and began unbuttoning his shirt. He didn’t fight too hard; with a little persistence she was able to get him to sit up and allow her to remove the clothing on his torso. “You have to take care of the pants yourself,” she teased, attempting to lighten the mood just a little.
Only a flicker of a smile crossed his eyes, but he stood unsteadily and changed into a pair of pajama pants she found in his suitcase. “There we go, that’s better. Now climb into bed and I’ll get you a glass of water. We don’t want you to be hungover in the morning.” Victor did as he was told and slid beneath the covers. He took the glass and drained it before closing his eyes. “You rest, okay? I’m going to go to my own room really fast and change into my pajamas.”
Victor’s hand reached out for her and piteously he whispered, “Don’t leave me…"
The girl’s heart exploded and she took the extended hand and kissed it repeatedly. “I’ll be right back, I promise. I’ll even bring my things here and watch over you while you sleep, okay? I’ll only be gone for a few minutes.” He finally nodded and she gave his hand one last kiss, picked up the keycard from the table, and hurried out the door to the elevator. On her way to her room, she pulled out her phone and dialed Goldman.
“Hey, did you make it to New York alright and find the boss?”
“Yeah, I did. But I need you to extend the trip one more day. Victor is in no state to travel in the morning and I know he won’t admit it. If he whines about the budget, I’ll pay the difference myself.”
“Is he sick? Have you called a doctor?”
She shifted the phone to be held against her ear by her shoulder and unlocked the hotel room door. “I guess you could say he’s ill, yes. As far as I can tell, he hasn’t gotten a real night’s sleep in the entire week, and there are four empty bottles of wine in his room.”
There was silence on the phone for a long time before Goldman replied. “That’s…not good. Okay, I’ll take care of the adjustments but if he asks, it was all your doing.”
“Thanks Goldman. You’re the best.” She hung up the phone and grabbed her small suitcase and purse, deciding she would just change in the bathroom in Victor’s hotel room. She wanted to minimize the time she was away from the completely inebriated and exhausted to collapse CEO.
She returned to Victor’s room less than ten minutes after departing. Little had changed; he was lying in bed with his eyes closed, though his breathing was not steady enough for him to be asleep. “I’m back,” she whispered across the room as she closed the door and set her bag down near his. Victor reached out toward her in response and she again kissed his palm. “I’m just going to change in the bathroom and brush my teeth, and then I’ll join you in bed, okay?”
Victor nodded and she did exactly that, returning to his side in moments. He seemed to have calmed somewhat; the trembling had stopped everywhere except his hands, which she steadied in her own. “Are you feeling a little bit better?”
“A little.” He reached out and pulled her close, his breath warming her cheek. They lay there in each other’s arms for a long time just listening to each other’s hearts beat. Finally, Victor tucked his chin to his chest and pressed the top of his head against the bottom of her chin. “Do you…still want to know what I regret?”
“If you’re willing to share, I want to know every corner of your heart.” She ran her fingers down his cheek and looked deep into his dark eyes. “You can tell me anything and everything.”
Victor sniffled again. “I really don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve anything…Despite doing everything in my power and pushing my Evol to the absolute maximum, I was unable to save either of the people I care most about in the world.” Once he started speaking, it was like a dam inside of him had burst and he had to continue or he would drown. “I wasn’t there to say goodbye to my mother, and nothing I tried could change the past. And you…I…”
The sobs began again, this time causing the entire bed to shake with their force. She just silently held him in her arms, allowing this much needed release of emotion to run its course. He didn’t even need to finish the sentence for her to know exactly where his mind was spinning. When his breathing eventually began to even again, she wiped his face with a tissue and kissed his forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips. “Victor, nobody blames you for either of those things. Especially not me! And look, I’m right here. I’m here, I’m whole, and I’m no worse for wear. You’ve…you’ve been carrying the guilt from that night all this time, haven’t you?”
Victor nodded and pulled her so tightly against his chest that she struggled to breathe. “I killed you,” he sobbed, his voice barely audible. “And every night, I do it again. And again. And again. I see the knife enter your chest and I feel you go limp in my arms. And I cannot make it stop! Nothing makes it stop…nothing…except your voice. I just have to hear your voice and make sure it was just a dream.”
Through the waves of guilt, nausea, and sadness that dragged her under like an emotional riptide, the girl made a mental note to convince Victor to see a therapist and struggled to keep her own eyes dry. “It’s over, Victor. That all happened a lifetime ago and nobody blames you for it. It had to be done. And you know what you did? You still saved me. You sent me to that winter world where I could heal and make my way back to you. So you didn’t fail at all! You are one of the smartest, kindest, most self-sacrificing and amazing people I have ever met. Ever. I’m so sorry that I didn’t know you still felt guilty for that night. I really should have figured it out…but I don’t want you to think about it anymore. I want you to be able to lay down that heavy burden and not continue to carry that stone on your back.”
He did not respond verbally, but little by little Victor relaxed as she spoke and ran her fingers through his hair. She wiped his sweaty brow and coaxed another glass of water into him before the exhausted, drunk, and broken man began to slowly drift off to sleep in her arms. “That’s right, my little Victor. Everything will be alright. It’s just a bad dream.”
As his muscles and face relaxed and his breathing became deep and rhythmic, the girl hummed “Serenade” and ran her fingers again through his hair. The night wore on that way; Victor slept deeply and peacefully, while his guardian angels watched over him and sang their lullaby that ascended time and space.

Fri, 05 Nov 2021 10:44:01

#too much angst in a very small amount of time #i like it #very much #its unhealthy sjdjdjsjd #hes so in character which just makes it chefs kiss #mlqc victor #mlqc fanfic

Victor glanced at the mirror, finding a stranger in his reflection. Dark circles had swallowed the already dark eyes and the expression had gone from sharp to vacant. Stubble darkened his chin and his hair stood every which way. “I look like the night was far more exciting than it really was…”
He sighed and stepped into the shower. The hot water prickled his skin as it first rushed down, but soon the warmth soaked into his bones and relaxed the tense muscles in his shoulders. Victor’s eyes slowly closed and he leaned against the wall, fighting away the images of last night’s nightmare that threatened to overcome him in their second war.
Twenty minutes later, Victor emerged from the bathroom an entirely different man. His usual clean-shaven and proud face had been returned to its natural state, and his hair had been perfectly tamed. The suit he wore was freshly pressed and crisp with a new silk tie. He picked up his briefcase, checked it quickly for the documents he required, and walked out the front door.
Goldman already had the car parked in the driveway. Victor nodded in greeting and climbed into the passenger seat. “Good morning, boss. I have your tickets and the documents you requested there in the dossier on the dashboard. You should have already received the email confirmation for your hotel last week. Was there anything else I’ve forgotten?”
“No, that’s everything.” Victor nodded solemnly and Goldman started the car, leaving the driveway and heading for the airport. They traveled in their usual silence, the sun just beginning to peek out from the horizon to greet them. Victor pulled out his phone and sent a single text message before putting it away and reclining in his seat.
“Didn’t sleep well, boss?” Goldman asked, glancing over at Victor. He didn’t open his eyes, but shook his head. “I see. Well, hopefully you can get some rest on the plane. It’s a really long flight.” Victor didn’t respond.
The sun slowly rose over the landscape, casting it in fiery hues of red and orange as the car pulled into the airport drop off zone. “I will message you when I arrive in New York. I expect that you will let me know if anything happens in the Anohe deal as well while I’m away.”
“Of course,” Goldman replied. He opened the trunk and pulled Victor’s suitcase from inside. “Are you sure you don’t want me to bring this to the gate for you?” The boss shook his head and Goldman nodded. “Alright. Travel safe, boss.”
Victor took the suitcase, briefcase, and dossier and entered the airport proper. He knew exactly which way to go; within minutes he had passed through the first class security and sat on one of the plush chairs just outside the gate. He glanced at his watch and found that he had about fifteen minutes before boarding, so he pulled out his phone and dialed the number at the very top.
“Hello?” The sleepy voice on the other end of the phone brought a smile to the weary CEO’s face. “Victor? Did you make it to the airport alright?”
“Yes, I’m waiting to board now. I just wanted to remind you that your report on last week’s release is due the day I get back and the presentation on your new proposal is the next day.”
There was a sigh on the line, followed by the return of the sleepy voice. “Yes, I remember. They will be ready as always! And you know that. You just called me because you wanted to hear my voice, didn’t you?”
A light flush crossed Victor’s cheeks, tinging them pink. “No, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t conveniently forget your deadlines just because I’m out of the office for the next seven days. I’m hanging up now.”
“No, don’t hang up quite yet! I…I will miss you, even if you don’t miss me while you’re gone. Can’t you just talk to me for a few minutes since you called me anyway?”
“You’re such a dummy.” Victor’s voice was barely above a whisper, tenderness practically dripping from each word. “But I still have ten minutes or so before we board, so I suppose I can indulge you.”
The ten minutes passed in the beat of a heart and Victor begrudgingly hung up the phone. “Yes, I will call you as soon as we land. Yes. I will be careful. They’re calling boarding so I need to go.” He stared for a moment at the picture of the girl on the call screen, eyes swirling with complex emotions. “I’ll miss you too,” he whispered.

Despite the length of the flight and the comfort of the first class cabin, Victor found himself nursing a glass of bourbon and staring out the window rather than giving in to his exhaustion. Every time his eyes closed, images of the recurring nightmare filled him with dread and jolted him awake.
Please fasten your seatbelts. We will be beginning our descent into Paris in a few minutes.
The sound of the captain’s voice broke Victor out of his reverie. He gathered the documents he had been reviewing and put them back in his briefcase while mentally reviewing the list of things he had planned for the six hour stopover.
In a surprisingly short amount of time, Victor stood in the bright Parisian sun with his briefcase in one hand and his suitcase in the other. Flagging down a cab was an easy affair here at the airport, and within a few minutes he was traveling toward the coast and his mother’s house.
The familiar neighborhoods flickered by and imparted their memories to Victor’s exhausted mind. He thought he could see a familiar small, somber boy winding his way through the cobblestone streets with a baguette in one hand and a crepe in the other. His eyes idly followed the little figure until he faded away to nothing. Victor smiled, wondering if the little bakery was still open.
“We’ve arrived,” the cabbie grunted, the car lurching to a stop outside the home where he had spent so much of his youth. Victor nodded and handed over the fare. The car pulled away and he just stood there in the yard, examining the blooming flowers and well-manicured lawn. The landscaper he employed had been taking good care of the land as usual, he mused, stooping to pick a tulip for the vase.
Victor unlocked the door and carefully swung it inward, pulling his feet from his shoes and slipping them into the white slippers near the entry. “Mom, I’m home,” he called to the empty house, somehow hoping that this time he would get a response.
Of course, nobody responded but the sound of his own feet. Victor placed the tulip in the vase on the piano, smiled fondly at the photograph of his mother, and shuffled down the hallway toward his bedroom. “I’m so tired, mom. Nightmares again…but this time, you aren’t here to wipe my brow and watch over me.”
He sighed heavily and dropped his luggage near the bedside table. Weariness weighed down every inch of his body as he slipped out of his suit and climbed into the bed in his underclothes for a desperately-needed nap. Even the early afternoon sun pouring through the window could not keep Victor from drifting off into a fitful sleep.

Victor opened his eyes and found himself standing in the middle of a sea of blood and chaos. All around him were the screams of men, women, and children alike. He ached to put himself between the horror and the girl at his side, but there was no way he could completely encircle her with the madness occurring on every side.
She stepped out onto the platform in the center of the room and the dread in his gut intensified. Victor knew exactly where this was heading, but every attempt to change the trajectory was to no avail. The dagger in his hand was cold and sent an ache into his skin. The girl, the most important person and light of his existence, begged him to do it. “There’s no other way, Victor,” she explained, her voice calmer than it had any right to be in a situation such as this.
“I won’t do it!” Victor exclaimed, trying to toss away the dagger. However, it had attached itself firmly to his skin as if frozen in place. He felt his arm begin to move and though he fought to regain control, in the end all he could do was watch in horror as the glinting steel passed through her dress and into her perfect, pale chest.
The girl went limp amidst the primal screams of her on the platform. Victor paid the imposter no mind; he simply cradled the ragdoll form of his one and only love, running his fingers through her hair and washing her face with his tears. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he sobbed, running his hand over her cheek and forehead.
A final shriek from the platform caught Victor’s attention. He looked away for a moment and when he looked back down, the face had changed. Victor found himself looking down into the still eyes of his mother, the first person he had been unable to save. His wails intensified and the room faded away; the only remaining reality was himself and her peaceful face.

Victor jolted awake, finding that tears had soaked his pillow while he slept. His eyes were redder than when he had closed them and sore, a pain only slightly relieved by the back of his hand rubbing the remaining tears away. “Damn that dream,” he muttered, glancing at the time on the digital clock. It read 2 PM and he groaned.
The intermittent flashing of the notification indicator on Victor’s phone caught his attention. He picked it up and found multiple messages from the girl. “Oh…I forgot to call,” he murmured while pulling up her contact information. The phone only rang twice before her concerned voice filled the speaker.
“Victor! Did you make it safely?! You were supposed to arrive hours ago. Was the flight delayed? Did you get stuck in the airport? Did you not have service?”
Her concern sprouted warmly in his heart, spreading and growing until his entire chest was filled with heat. “I’m fine. I got to Mother’s house and took a nap. You worry too much.” Victor sat on the bed and began pulling on his pants, phone held between his ear and shoulder. “Everything has gone just fine, though there seems to be a storm rolling in. I’ll need to return to the airport fairly soon to catch the second flight to New York.”
His thoughts of displeasure in regards to getting to the airport for his 5 PM flight were interrupted by the sound of branches whipping against the bedroom window. Victor frowned and stumbled to the window, finding that the sun had disappeared and left behind a storm-swept estate. “Great. This better not delay my flight…it’s already cutting it close to getting any sleep before leaving for the meeting in Queens.”
The girl made a few displeased sounds on the other end of the phone and Victor could imagine her face scrunching up with worry as it always did. He could picture the little wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and the way her bottom lip slightly protruded, and the searching look in her eyes as she examined his face for any signs of hidden emotions. “Well, you be safe! Or you’re going to owe me ten puddings when you get back!”
“Ten? You better spread those out or you aren’t going to fit in any of your clothing.” The sounds of her indignance broadened the smile on his face and Victor chuckled, putting the phone on speaker so he could finish getting dressed. “Though I suppose there’s no reason to worry about that because I will be perfectly fine. And I will see you when I get back.”
“You better. Or I will hunt you down and bring you home myself.”
Victor chuckled again and finished tying his shoes. “Alright, that’s enough of that. I have to get back to the airport. I will call you tomorrow. And don’t forget again that I’m in New York and call me at two in the morning, or I will have to move up the date of the film proposal.”
Amidst the unhappy noises on the other end of the phone, Victor said his goodbyes and hung up. He took one last look around the room before gathering up his bag and dialing a cab.
The weather grew increasingly dark and windy as the cab conveyed the CEO toward the airport. The wind howled and beat on the car, causing it to sway slightly back and forth. Victor’s face grew more and more grim until he stepped out and his coat was caught up in the storm. No sooner had he closed the cab door and stepped into the airport than the heavens burst open and rain began falling in a deluge.
Victor went straight to the flight board, hoping that he would find good news. Unfortunately he was met by a wall of orange and red. Delayed, delayed, cancelled, cancelled…His eyes ran up and down the board until he located his own.
Cancelled.
If it were possible, Victor’s eyes grew even darker and he made his way toward the swamped customer service counter. In silence he waited in the line as the frantic employees did their best to calm irate and shouting patrons. “We are doing everything we can, ma’am! I have transferred your ticket to the next flight, but I cannot guarantee that the conditions will be safe for takeoff then either. No ma’am, I do not know exactly when the storm is going to end. We have been watching doppler, but- No, I cannot force the pilot to take off anyway! Ma’am. Ma’am. MA’AM. I understand that you need to get to Germany, but you will have to be patient!”
The shouting all around him continued to intensify until security descended to separate the most irate flyers from the more rational ones. This significantly cut down on the number of people ahead of Victor in line and soon he was standing before a haggard and dead-eyed airport employee. “Which flight, sir?” he asked in a voice barely loud enough to be heard over the crowd.
“Five p.m. to New York. First class.” Victor handed over his identification card and leaned against the counter, his own weariness catching up to him. The employee tapped a few keys on the computer and sighed, looking up at the CEO.
He took one look at Victor’s cold face and seemed to decide he was about to get told off yet again. When he spoke his voice was full of regret and caution. “I’m sorry, sir. The next flight to New York with available seats isn’t until nine and there is no guarantee that it will take off on time.”
“That will suffice.”
Relief flooded the man’s face and he nodded, tapping away at his keyboard and picking up the sheet that printed. “Here’s your new ticket, sir. Do you know where the first class lounge is located? You are welcome to rest there until your flight.”
Victor nodded his affirmation and took the sheet of paper, hardly giving it a glance before stuffing it in his briefcase and leaving for the lounge. He paid no attention to the other patrons around him as he walked, tuning them out and focusing on getting to the room where he knew he could attempt to get another nap in.
The day wore on with no sign of the storm relenting. Victor drank no less than three glasses of brandy over the next four hours, attempting to lessen the anger which was boiling low in his gut. He checked the flight board often, though as his new flight time approached it seemed that the news was not getting any better.
Sure enough, Victor again found himself at the customer service desk and then back in the lounge with yet another new ticket. Sleep continued to evade him even with the assistance of the burning beverage, finally driving him to just stare blankly at the wall.

“Now boarding, Flight 374 for New York City. First class passengers may proceed to gate four to board.”
A glance at his watch showed 2AM. Victor pressed send on the email he had been drafting and closed the laptop, stowing it in the briefcase and heading toward the gate. The world around him spun slightly, but he somehow managed to make it to his seat without anyone noticing his slightly intoxicated state. In the darkened cabin, Victor drifted in and out of consciousness until the plane touched down in New York City. By the time he collected his luggage and climbed into the cab, it was 7:30AM. “Straight to the meeting it is.” He sighed, gave the cabbie the address, and slumped back in the seat.
By the time Victor stumbled into his hotel room at 8pm, his eyes were bloodshot and his head throbbed. The only things he wanted in the world were a shower, a painkiller…and to hear the voice of the woman he loved more than his own life itself. He pressed the call button while stripping the wrinkled and sweaty business clothing from his weary body, piling them on a chair in the corner for the time being.
The phone rang and rang with no answer. Victor sighed and ended the call, feeling tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. This has been, without a doubt, the worst trip I’ve had in a very long time, he thought, moodily swallowing a headache pill and chasing it with a glass of water. He warmed the shower and climbed in, eyes closed as the hot water washed away the grime and tears that spilled over despite his efforts to keep his composure.
It was then that the custom ringtone the girl had set for him drifted into the bathroom. “Victor! Answer your phone! Your favorite employee is calling and you know that you want to talk to her!”
The sound of the girl’s voice immediately improved his mood. “Damn straight I do!” Victor yelled, stepping out of the shower and grabbing the phone without even bothering to wrap in a towel. He put it on speaker and set the phone on the counter, stepping back into the stream of water while speaking. “Decided to call me back, did you?”
“Of course I did! I was getting ready for work when you called and didn’t hear the phone ring. Did your flight end up leaving on time? How did your meetings go? And…are you in the shower?” Her chipper tone brought a smile to his weary face, though the questions made his heart heavy.
“Yes, I’m in the shower. No, I didn’t board the plane until two in the morning and arrived just in time for the first meeting. Waste of time it was, too. They are being completely unreasonable with their demands and I don’t know if we will even reach a favorable conclusion.”
While the soap cleansed his body, the conversation cleansed his mind. The girl seemed to sense that his spirits were particularly low and she made sure to tell him about every mundane thing that had brought her a smile since he left. The conversation continued through the shower, dressing, and climbing into bed where Victor curled up with the phone on the pillow next to his head.
“So I told Kiki that if she ate another doughnut she was going to end up with a stomachache, and you know what she did? She ate one anyway and had to go home early! Are you still there, Victor?”
“Mhmm,” he replied, the drowsiness thick in his voice. “Just keep talking to me, okay? I just want to hear your voice…”
And so she continued to talk while Victor’s eyes grew heavier and his heart grew lighter until soft snores could be heard through the speaker. The girl giggled and whispered, “Sleep well, Victor. You light up my life and I cannot wait to see you when you get back.”

To be continued……

Thu, 04 Nov 2021 12:23:44

In Which Victor Pushes His Limits
Victor hadn’t been himself lately. The girl sighed and stared at the unread message on her phone, wondering what had gotten Victor so busy that he hadn’t even opened her messages in two days. Discomfort settled into the pit of her stomach. Victor, where are you this time?
By the time the work day had ended, her mind was made up. The girl gathered up her things and stepped out of the office, nearly running into Willow. “Oh hey, boss! Do you want to go out with us tonight? We thought it would be fun to celebrate how successful the last pilot was!” A loud murmur of agreement and a few cheers echoed through the office, but the girl shook her head.
“Not this time, guys. But you all go and have fun, okay? I’ve got plans tonight.” She waved off the boos and complaints, a chuckle on her lips. “Now don’t be like that! I’ll celebrate with everyone next time.” She slipped out of the office, dodging the playfully thrown wadded up scratch paper and complaints tossed her way.
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Sat, 18 Dec 2021 03:16:42

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Fri, 10 Dec 2021 10:27:21

The rainy season had visited Loveland. Aside from being a nightmare for those who still have to travel to work, the gloomy weather also tends to make people melancholic, especially those who are on their own. During such times, it is surprisingly reassuring to have someone to talk to.

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

Knowing this, the producer had never traveled around without a foldable umbrella in her bag. This was especially so because the rain always occurred late in the evening, which coincided with the time she usually left her company.

However, even with those preparations in place, she still couldn’t avoid being drenched to her skin by the time she reached home. Well, that was to be expected since she had to face the full brunt of the heavy torrential downpour and strong gales with nothing but her umbrella throughout the entire twenty-minute walk.

While it was uncomfortable to be stuck in soaking wet clothes throughout the journey, it was still not as bad as having to endure wearing soggy shoes. Even now, when she was all warm and cozy at home, she still couldn’t dismiss the moist and cold sensation of her aching feet from when she first reached home, as well as the unsightly view of the wrinkled and pale skin of her feet when she took off her shoes. It made her worried that if this carried on, her feet would remain permanently wrinkled one day…

Alas, the current rainy weather was expected to last for at least another week, according to the latest weather forecast. Moreover, it was also predicted that a thunderstorm might be occurring at any time within the week.

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

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

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

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

Fortunately, it still wasn’t too late for her to do that since she had just settled the matter regarding the urgent project by informing the respective parties of the project about the finalized details.

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

With this, she could finally have some time for herself as well.

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

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

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

Therefore, he was the first person she thought of sharing the news of her holiday.

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

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

[That’s great! Now, our idler group is finally complete!]

Compared to her, Kiro was certainly more hectic when it came to his work schedule. However, his workload had reduced significantly due to the rainy weather, which limited all of his job assignments to indoors. Once he had completed all of the indoor-related assignments, his manager had decided to give him a break since all the assignments that remained could only be done outdoors, which would have to wait until the weather cleared up since no one wanted to risk getting the celebrity idol sick.

Ever since then, Kiro had proclaimed himself to be an idler and had been lamenting on how he was still missing her as his partner in lazing about. Now that she was free from work too, it was to be expected that Kiro would be delighted.

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

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

His message was followed by a smirking emoji.

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

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

[Oh, Miss Chips doesn’t miss me. T.T]

In response, the girl’s lips had curled up unknowingly and she shook her head helplessly at the thought of Kiro pouting while typing those childish words. To behave childishly without turning people off, none could have done it as effortlessly as Kiro.

If she was like any of her fangirls, she would have fallen for his words and admitted that she missed him, just to not make him be any more disappointed.

However, she knew Kiro better than any fangirls. Moreover, she was aware that Kiro was only pretending to be saddened by her replies in order to coax her into confessing. Not wanting to let him have things his way all the time, the girl decided to play dumb.

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

[Which Miss Chips rejected the first time… :’( ]

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

Not many would ever talk to Kiro in such a casual manner. Then again, the girl had never been one to walk on eggshells around Kiro. That is why they have been able to converse with each other with ease. It was because they held nothing back between them.

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

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

Loneliness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kiro, everyone is born alone and dies alone in this world. Still, that doesn’t mean that we are fated to be alone for the rest of our life. Aside from Eva and myself, you will encounter others who will accept everything about you and love you as you are.”

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

Kiro greatly admired and respected his mentor, but he still couldn’t hide his skepticism after hearing his mentor’s words. Of course, his mentor had noticed it as well.

“You might find it hard to believe now, but mark my words. As long as you don’t close off your heart and boldly accept those hands that have reached out to you, you will never be alone.”

That was the last face-to-face talk Kiro had with his mentor.

He kept his mentor’s words to heart, even though he still didn’t believe there would be others who would accept his flaws and imperfections. Still, there was someone who Kiro had always hoped to meet again and he wished she would be one of those people that his mentor mentioned will accept him as he is.

This hope was what had kept Kiro going throughout the years after his mentor’s disappearance.

When Kiro eventually met the girl again and realized that she didn’t remember anything from the past, he thought that it was for the best. With this, they would be able to start afresh and he will be able to show her only the best part of himself.

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

Of course, he hadn’t truly believed her back then and stubbornly continued to hide his weaknesses from her. She was too precious to him and he was afraid of losing her. Even the mere thought of her disliking him was unbearable to Kiro, let alone the idea of her abandoning him.

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

The vagueness had merely heightened Kiro’s sense of insecurity and he became particularly mindful of people’s perception of him. In order to prove that his popularity wasn’t due to the influence of his Evol but due to his own efforts in giving the best performance to the public, Kiro never stopped pushing himself to the limit.

It was his Miss Chips who had quelled his fear of rejection and loneliness by sticking by his side through all his uncool and vulnerable moments. It was her voice that had pulled him from the darkness of his own mind that threatened to engulf him. Once again, he was saved by her presence and unconditional support.

Even if he was alone, his loneliness would instantly dissipate whenever he heard her voice during a phone call, saw her smiling face during a video call or read back the past messages between them.

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

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

[Really (o-O) ? Why do I feel like Miss Chips purposely doesn’t want to see me?]

[Of course not!]

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

Before she could send out a reply, Kiro had clicked on the video camera icon on the top right side of his phone screen, thus initiating a video call between them. Unlike last time, the girl had accepted the call within five seconds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course, there’s also another reason. It’s because…” Kiro deliberately dragged the end of his words for a while before he broke into a smile.

“I miss you a lot, Miss Chips.”

As always, his mentor’s words were true.

No one is meant to be alone in life.

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Sun, 03 Apr 2022 18:06:19

Heart-to-Heart - [Gavin]

Figuring out someone’s thoughts is as difficult as disclosing your own thoughts to others. Even so, it isn’t necessarily wise to keep silent and leave the matter be. Having just started going steady with one another, how would MC and Gavin deal with such a situation?

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Whenever one requests for another person’s opinion on a matter, they usually do so because they couldn’t come to a final decision on their own. So, they required a second opinion in order to either narrow down their numerous options or to get a basis for forming their own opinion.

Unfortunately, not many would openly share their opinions when requested, whether it was due to hesitation in bearing part of the responsibility that came with being involved in the decision making, the fear of having their opinion shunned or they merely didn’t wish for others to be pressured into accepting their opinion.

Therefore, even for a question as trivial as what to have for lunch among work colleagues, the most common answer that one would get would be “Anything is fine”. While such an answer may seem considerate and polite at first sight, it was actually inconvenient to the questioner as the latter was left to make the decision on their own without any additional hints.

This was especially problematic when it involved choosing a gift for someone.

For a straightforward man like Gavin, who had no idea at all when it came to the things that women would like as gifts, the countless choices of bags, cosmetics, accessories and clothes that were available in the mall were enough to make his head spin. Despite there being so many choices available, none of the things that he saw during his window-shopping trip had given him the feeling of being a suitable gift for the girl.

Then again, what would she like to receive as a gift?

Not one to beat around the bush, Gavin had tried asking the girl directly about it in the middle of a conversation about their upcoming plans for celebrating the girl’s birthday.

“Anything is fine.”

As expected, the girl had answered him in a cheerful voice that she was fine with anything and that she also wouldn’t mind if he didn’t get her anything because she was well-aware that he had been preoccupied with work recently.

That’s the kind of person she is, always so caring and considerate. Even during those times when he had missed out on their dates due to his work, she hadn’t uttered a single word of complaint. Instead, she had always cheered him on and requested that he take care not to get hurt during work.

For his devoted girl, how could he bear to show up empty-handed on her birthday?

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Ever since the producer met Gavin again, she got to know him a little better, a little different from the impression of a violent delinquent that had been painted of him during high school. If anything, the current Gavin fitted her initial impression of a socially-awkward but kind senior, who on a particularly rainy day, had given her his jacket to shield her from the heavy rain and had run away before she could thank him.

Perhaps, Gavin had always been kind.

This belated realization had made her wonder for a moment, of a time if she hadn’t been influenced by the rumors surrounding Gavin, if she had ignored those rumors and mustered the courage to approach him. How different would things have turned out then? Instead of being disconnected with each other for years, would they have been friends…or perhaps something more?

Since time could never be rewound, that possibility would be something that she would never know for sure.

Still, she was grateful to have resolved the misunderstanding between Gavin and herself now concerning the bloodstained letter that she didn’t read. It was after resolving this matter that their relationship, which had been stuck on a standstill since high school, had truly moved forward once again.

Since then, she had witnessed the different sides of the senior who used to be unapproachable to her during high school. No, he was no longer her senior. It would be more apt to say that Gavin had progressed from his status as her high school senior to her protector, someone who she could entrust with her life. Even before they had started going steady, Gavin had been her stout protector, who kept her safe and rescued her from dangers countless times.

Initially, she couldn’t understand why Gavin would go so far to keep her safe when they weren’t even any close to each other during high school. Unable to come up with a plausible reason, she chalked it up to his sense of responsibility as an STF agent in ensuring a citizen’s safety.

Even though she did have a slight suspicion that Gavin might have had feelings for her at that time, she had instantly brushed off that possibility, believing that she had been presumptuous for even having that kind of thought. After all, why would Gavin have feelings for her?

As far as she could remember, she had always been a quiet girl that didn’t really stand out during high school. Aside from that, she rarely meets or exchanges words with Gavin at school, let alone doing anything significant for him. Thus, to her, it would be unlikely for Gavin to have liked her out of the blue since then, much less now, after years of being apart without any contact between them.

Nonetheless, it did warm her heart when she noticed how Gavin gradually opened up to her now as time passed, with him speaking less stiffly to her and how he wore his heart on his sleeve before her through his simple gestures and vivid facial expressions.

That was not all, though.

Whenever she couldn’t contact Gavin because he was away on a mission, she would be so worried about him that she hadn’t been able to sleep well for days. Whenever she learnt that he had been injured after missions, she would be so anxious and upset that she would be having a hard time holding back her tears, as though she was the one who was hurt.

Eventually, she realized that the reason for these turbulent feelings were because she had fallen in love with Gavin. Having lost the opportunity to know Gavin during high school, she didn’t hesitate to confess her feelings to him at the right opportunity. And now, here they are, a few months later, discussing their plans for celebrating her birthday during a phone call.

Even though this would be their first-time celebrating her birthday as a couple, she was intending to spend the day together at home instead of going outside since she was tired from the continuous days of working overtime and would rather not mingle with the crowds, which would be unavoidable on a weekend.

Of course, instead of deciding everything by herself, she had asked for Gavin’s opinion on the matter, that if he was fine with them spending the day at her place.

“As you like.”

It was an answer that she had expected, but she was a little disappointed by it. This was because it wasn’t the first time that she had received such an answer when asking for Gavin’s opinion.

Based on the few months of them being together as a couple, she had noticed that Gavin would always leave it to her to make the decisions by stating that he was fine with anything as long as she was happy. While she did feel flattered that Gavin would prioritize her over himself, this had also made her feel bad as she can’t help but to suspect that Gavin might have been forcing himself to accommodate her wishes.

Just like how Gavin wanted her to be happy, she also wanted the same for Gavin. She would never want to be the one being accommodated one-sidedly in their relationship.

But, how exactly should she broach this matter to him?

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For the umpteenth time, Gavin gave the small box within his jean pocket a slight squeeze, as if to confirm that it was still within his possession. After browsing through shop after shop, he finally came upon the gift that he considered perfect for the girl. Fearing that he might lose it, Gavin had been constantly checking up on the box in his pocket at every available opportunity until the moment he reached the girl’s place.

“Gavin.”

Upon hearing his name, Gavin snapped out of his thoughts and naturally looked towards the girl who was sitting right next to him on the couch with her head leaning on his shoulder.

“Can I be honest with you about something?”

“Of course,” he answered immediately without looking away from the girl.

Unlike Gavin, the girl was quite hesitant to speak. Instead, she pulled away from him and sat up straight on the couch. Although he was feeling a little anxious with the girl’s gestures and hesitance, Gavin didn’t prod her to speak. He chose to wait for her to speak up at her own pace, which he didn’t have to wait long.

“Gavin, you have always let me decide on things as I like ever since we got together and I do appreciate that,” she said before looking directly at him with a sad smile, “However, I wish for you to decide on things as you like too. Do you get what I mean?”

The young man didn’t say anything and merely fixed his sight on the girl. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand what she meant. He was just …surprised. He didn’t expect that he had unwittingly made her sad and the worst part was, he wouldn’t have realized the problem if she hadn’t spoken up about it now. Even though it was with much difficulty that his feelings for her were finally reciprocated and they had been dating as a couple for months, he was still so oblivious of her feelings and thoughts at times, which made him furious at himself.

Mistaking his silence as bewilderment, the girl said, “Instead of being accommodated one-sidedly, I wish for us to come to a mutual decision together when it comes to making decisions.”

To be honest, Gavin had neither forced himself nor had he kept his opinions to himself in order to accommodate her. If anything…

“Actually… I am clueless when it comes to the things that you asked for my opinions, which is why I leave it to you to make the decisions,” confessed Gavin while looking down and scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “I thought that since you know better than me, the choices that you made would certainly be better than if it’s from me, who didn’t know anything.”

Scoffing at his own misconception, Gavin then returned his gaze back at the girl. “I am sorry,” he said earnestly while meeting the girl’s eyes, “I didn’t realize that I had made you upset by doing so.”

The girl’s expression had softened, long before Gavin had apologized.

“It’s nothing to apologize for, Gavin. I brought this up because I didn’t want any misunderstandings to remain unspoken and eventually fester between us. Now that we have talked about this, we get to understand each other’s thoughts better, am I right?”

Gavin nodded.

“So, I would also be honest with you. I would prefer that you share your opinions with me, Gavin, even if you think it is silly or when you have no idea at all. Can you promise me this?”

“Mm, I promise.”

Having received his word, the girl clapped her hands together and smiled brightly.

Seeing the girl’s bright smile, Gavin thought that there was no better time than now for him to reveal the gift that he had bought for her birthday. So, he slowly took out the small box from his pocket and presented it on the palm of his left hand to the girl, who had gasped in surprise at the sight of it.

“Gavin, this…”

A knowing smile crossed the young man’s face.

“Whether it was back then or now, the only person on my mind, who had kept me going no matter the obstacles, have been you and only you, no one else.”

Having said that, Gavin then lifted open the cover of the box with his right hand to reveal a pair of identical silver rings with a gold-plated gingko leaf pattern in the center. It was a pair of custom-made promise rings, which signified an unmarried couple’s commitment to their relationship.

“Even though we had only been dating for a few months, I wish for us to stay together, now and always, and never be apart. Would you accept this?”

The girl, who had been covering her mouth with both hands all this time, had giggled with glistening brown eyes.

“Of course! Of course, I accept!”

Beaming with joy, Gavin then proceeded to put on the smaller promise ring on the girl’s fourth finger of her left hand. Once he was done, the girl had already reached towards the other pair of the rings in the box that had been placed between them. Without saying a word, she reached out for Gavin’s left hand and carefully put the ring on his fourth finger in the same manner as hers.

Engrossed in admiring the sight of the promise ring on his ring finger, Gavin was surprised when the girl had lunged forward to hug him without warning. Even though she didn’t say anything and merely buried her face deeper onto his chest while hugging him, the slight feeling of dampness on his chest was all Gavin needed to understand her current feelings. So, he returned the girl’s embrace with a contented smile and spoke out the rest of the words that he had wanted to told her on that day.

“Happy birthday, my girl.”

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Sun, 27 Feb 2022 12:38:24

MC had volunteered to cook for dinner, while Victor prepared himself for the worst case scenario. How would this dinner for two turned out in the end?

Word Count: 2582 words

Constancy was a word that fitted Victor’s character, just like how spontaneity was part of the girl’s disposition.

Whenever Victor thought he had gotten used to the girl’s random and silly antics, she would prove him wrong by surprising him in one way or another.

Just like this time.

“Victor, leave tonight’s dinner preparation to me!”

That was what she had declared over the phone when he called over to discuss their plans after work. Victor had no idea what had gotten her so pumped up to volunteer to do the cooking for that night.

Nevertheless, he did have an inkling of the girl’s cooking skill based on the homemade pudding that she had made last time for the famous celebrity, Kiro. Not to mention, that was just a dessert,which didn’t involve as much preparation as needed for a main course. Therefore, Victor’s response to her declaration had been instantaneous.

“Definitely not.”

As expected, her voice was filled with indignation at hearing his answer.

“But why?!”

To prevent unwanted accidents, to avert getting food poisoning, to avoid wasting food…There were plenty of similar reasons that came to his mind. However, Victor knew that if he were to tell her any of those reasons, she would certainly throw a tantrum and they would end up in an argument. With this dinner being their first face-to-face meeting within the past few weeks, the last thing he wanted was to ruin this opportunity with his bluntness.

Still, that didn’t mean that he would yield on this matter.

“When was the last time you cooked?” Just when the girl was about to answer, Victor had interrupted her by saying, “Instant foods don’t count.”

Following that, there was a pregnant silence on the other end of the call, which caused the corner of Victor’s lips to perk up unconsciously. He could picture vividly in his mind the current expression on the girl’s face as she was thinking up a retort to his words. With furrowed brows and a childish pout, she must be grumbling about him in her mind.

“I don’t have time to cook, that’s all!” was her retort after a minute of silence.

“Not even on the weekends?”

“I have to work on the proposals for LFG over the weekends…”

“Hmm, so I am the one to blame for that?”

At this moment, there was a sudden change in the girl’s tone as she spoke enthusiastically, “Anyway, I really feel like cooking today! So, you just have to sit back and look forward to tonight’s dinner!”

Knowing that she was trying to divert the topic, Victor chose to let her have her way. Even though he still felt uneasy about letting her cook, it would be pointless to try to change her mind now when she was already so determined and enthusiastic about it.

It was not that he was worried about whether he will be starving or getting food poisoning tonight. Even if she ended up making an inedible dinner, Victor could just cook up something simple with whatever ingredients that were available at the moment to make up for it. If that was not possible, they could go out to a nearby restaurant for dinner at the last minute.

So, what Victor was worried about the most was the girl, who was unused to working in the kitchen, hurting herself when cooking on her own. Still, Victor would never tell her that and he doubted that she was even aware of his concern for her. With a deep sigh, he replied reluctantly.

“Fine…”

“Great! Then, see you later!”

After ending the call, Victor glanced at the time. There were at least three hours left before their dinner appointment, which was more than enough time for him to go through his last agenda of the day. Nonetheless, after a brief moment of contemplation, the CEO of LFG had tapped on the button of the intercom phone on his desk. After a beeping tone, a flustered young male voice had answered from the other end of the intercom.

“Goldman speaking.”

“Goldman, bring forward the company meeting that was supposed to be an hour later, inform the departments involved to be ready within fifteen minutes.”

“Noted, sir!”

After a resounding beep from the intercom, silence returned to Victor’s office.

With this, he should be able to finish up his work and meet up with the girl earlier.

Hopefully, nothing had happened by then.

Hopefully.

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After ending the call with Victor, she breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the cooking ingredients that she had laid out over the kitchen counters. The recipes of the two dishes that she had intended to make were stuck to the surface of the top cabinet for her to view them easily during the preparation process.

Since she had taken a day off from work today, she had spent the whole night scouring the internet for the most straightforward recipes for these two dishes yesterday. The step-by-step instructions seemed simple enough and she had brought the exact ingredients that were stated in the recipe at the market this morning. So, nothing should go wrong if she follows the recipe completely.

It should be fine…I think.

Even though she had been insistent on personally preparing tonight’s dinner, she was actually doubting if she could pull it off well. It had certainly been a long time since the last time she had done any actual cooking. Still, it wouldn’t be fair for her to one-sidedly enjoy Victor’s cooking, to be the only one on the receiving end.

She didn’t remember when or where she had heard it, but there was a mention somewhere that cooking a meal for someone is a genuine expression of affection and care towards the other party.

This made her think of all the times that Victor had cooked for her, either as a reward for completing her tasks well or on his own whim. Even though she was certain that Victor was busy with his own share of work as the CEO of LFG, he had never complained and would still make time to cook for her when she asked for Souvenir’s meals as her reward. As for herself, she had done nothing but eating to her fill all these times, much to her belated embarrassment.

That was why, at least once, she wanted to let Victor have a taste of her cooking.

Please let this turn out well.

With that thought, she rolled up her sleeves and pumped herself up before starting with the preparations.

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When Victor rang the doorbell of the girl’s apartment unit, there was thirty minutes left before the appointed time. Even though he had brought forward a meeting in order to leave the company earlier, something unexpected came up at the last minute and it took a longer time to resolve than he would have preferred. Therefore, as soon as he was done with that matter, he had headed straight to the girl’s place without even stopping by his home for a change of clothes.

Is she done cooking?

Did she cut herself while prepping?

Did she burn down the kitchen?

Those thoughts were on his mind throughout his journey to the girl’s place. Even now, as he stood waiting before the closed door of the girl’s home, Victor wondered if he would be greeted by a strong burnt scent and the sight of billowing black smoke when the girl opened the door. Fortunately, that scenario didn’t come true. When the door was pulled aside, all it revealed was the girl wearing clean casual home attires and with her hair tied up into a ponytail, smiling nervously at the sight of him.

“Oh, why are you here so early?”

It was only after noticing that there hadn’t been any wounds on her hands or anywhere else for that matter that Victor was finally able to relax.

Of course, he would never admit this to her.

“To supervise the cooking progress of a certain dummy.”

The girl had instantly pouted when hearing the word “dummy”, but she didn’t say anything else. Instead, she stepped aside and welcomed him into her home. Now that Victor thought about it, this was actually the first time he had visited her place, even though he had driven her back from work countless times in the past. Whenever they meet up, it has always been either at LFG, Souvenir or any other public places. In fact, she had even been to Victor’s place before, albeit rarely.

Nonetheless, the moment he stepped foot into the apartment unit, it was evident that the place belonged to her. It wasn’t due to the cute plush dolls that adorned the top of the shelves, the framed photographs of the girl’s youth that hung on the wall or the pile of stacked-up papers and folders on the coffee table at the living room, but because the place gave off a cozy and welcoming presence, much like its owner.

“Victor.”

As he shifted his attention back towards the girl, she said, “Actually, I just finished preparing dinner a little while ago.”

Having arrived earlier than the appointed time, Victor didn’t expect dinner to be ready. So, he was slightly impressed that the girl was already done. However, she seemed uneasy when mentioning about the dinner.

Was it because the final outcome was worse than what she had intended? Anyhow, since there wasn’t any burnt smell in the vicinity, Victor believed that the situation shouldn’t be too bad.

“So, why don’t you take a seat over at the table,” the girl had gestured towards an empty square table, “while I brought out the dishes.”

Having said that, the girl had headed straight towards the kitchen before Victor could respond. Not one to sit and wait to be served, he also went to the kitchen with the intention of taking out the tableware to help set up the table.

The first thing that caught his attention the moment he entered the kitchen was the sight of the messy kitchen counters that were littered with remnants of sliced vegetable ingredients and the piled-up cooking utensils in the kitchen sink. Still, the mess wasn’t as bad as he had expected.

Just when he had looked away from the mess, he locked eyes with the girl who was on her way out while holding one plate of food in each hand. She instinctively looked away from him when meeting his gaze, as though she was embarrassed.

But for what reason?

To Victor, she had actually done better than he expected and he even felt a little bad for having underestimated her culinary skill so much. For someone who rarely cooks, she actually managed to cook up two edible-looking dishes for dinner. There was just one thing, though.

“So,” Victor looked at the two plates in the girl’s hands, “It’s a vegetarian dinner tonight.”

With the two dishes being stir-fried Bok Choy and pan-fried sesame garlic tofu, there was no meat being served at all. Hence, Victor had called it a “vegetarian dinner”.

“Actually, the first thing I tried making was pan-fried fish,” said the girl in a softer voice, “but it didn’t turn out well.”

With a nervous chuckle, she then looked up to meet Victor’s gaze. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have been so stubborn about cooking dinner myself.”

Victor merely sighed.

“What’s there to apologize about?”

She mustn’t have expected him to say that as she stared at him with those bright brown eyes of hers. So, Victor elaborated further by saying, “After all, you had prepared dinner, as promised.”

He reached out and took the two plates from her hands.

“So, let’s sit down and have dinner before the food gets colder.”

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An awkward silence was hanging in the air throughout the entire dinner session. Unable to tell from Victor’s poker face on whether or not he was displeased with the meal, the girl can’t help feeling so anxious that she couldn’t really taste what she was eating.

Although Victor had brushed off her apology in the kitchen, she was still worried that her cooking might be unpalatable for Victor, whose taste in food was much refined and cooking was far superior than her. It would be worse if he was forcing himself to eat this because the other option would be to starve himself. Perhaps, she really shouldn’t have insisted on cooking when she wasn’t even good at it.

While she was mulling over her own thoughts, she didn’t realize that she had cleared her plate and it was at this moment that Victor decided to break the silence between them.

“The bok choy was slightly overcooked, which caused it to be less crunchy. As for the tofu, you should have left it on the pan a little longer for it to be crispier.”

Hearing his sudden comments on her cooking, the startled girl didn’t know what to say and just nodded fervently. At the same time, she also braced herself for any impending harsh critiques that would come from the owner and chef of Souvenir.

“Overall, it was a decent meal and a good effort for someone who only cooks once in a blue moon.”

The girl blinked her eyes once … and then twice.

Did she hear Victor correctly?

He was praising her, right?

As that realization sunk in, a bright grin gradually adorned her once grim face, as though she had received the highest acclamation in the world. Well, Victor doesn’t simply praise people after all. Moreover, his words had also meant that her efforts for this entire afternoon hadn’t been a waste after all. Nonetheless, she didn’t get to relish in her sense of accomplishment for long as Victor had spoken.

“Now, can you tell me what exactly made you want to cook all of a sudden?”

The question caused the girl to stiffen for a moment. There wasn’t any reason to not answer Victor. So, she decided to be honest about it, in spite of the awkwardness she was feeling in revealing the truth.

“Well, you have always been the one cooking for me, while all I did was just eat.”

Feeling very embarrassed at this point, she looked down at her lap as she continued, “So, I thought I should do the same as well, you know, to show my gratitude.”

There was a moment of silence before she heard Victor speak.

“Dummy.”

She smiled as she already expected him to say that. However, what she hadn’t expected was to look up to see Victor smiling gently at her. That faint smile that was filled with tenderness was strangely nostalgic to the girl… but why?

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To be honest, Victor hadn’t expected that to be the reason for the girl’s sudden enthusiasm in wanting to personally cook. After all, he had merely cooked for her because he wanted to and he had never expected anything else from her in return.

“That’s unnecessary. As long as you sincerely enjoy my cooking, that is all that I need as gratitude.”

After all, back in the past, it was that bright smile of a certain silly little girl at the first bite of his first attempt of a homemade pudding and her genuine exclamation of said pudding being delicious, that got him interested in cooking in the first place.

So, as long as his cooking could bring a certain dummy happiness and contentment, that would be rewarding enough for him.

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Sun, 23 Jan 2022 12:16:37

Black Lily - Black Queen

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Sun, 26 Dec 2021 20:59:35

What if MC hadn’t been able to return to her original world?

An alternative scenario for the confrontation between the Black Queen and Lucien in Chapter 25.

Word:1876 words

I will never care for anything ever again.

It was a decision that the Black Queen had made after experiencing countless heartbreaks, betrayals and deaths over and over again throughout those different parallel worlds. Regardless of how much she had struggled, the same outcome had awaited her every time.

Death, be it hers or her loved ones.

Even when she chose to sacrifice herself to save humanity, her loved ones would still end up suffering until the very end due to the very same humanity that she had saved being hell-bent on destroying themselves out of distrust and envy. No matter what, everything that she had done would be meaningless. In the end, she would merely suffer meaninglessly again and again.

Therefore, she learnt that the best choice would be to abandon everything.

By doing so, she will never have to suffer again for another’s sake.

And yet…

She couldn’t stop herself from thinking about him.

With her other naïve self losing her way among the myriads of parallel worlds, the Black Queen was able to set foot upon this world, whose destruction had just been postponed. While she was thinking of what to do next, the thought of him had crossed her mind and brought back the feelings that she had buried deep within her heart.

That man who was always negligent when it came to taking care of himself.

How would he cope with her other self’s absence in this world?

Based on what she could observe from the Black Cabin before this, the Black Queen could tell that the man and her other self had shared an intimate but tragic relationship in this world, much like what she had personally experienced in the other different worlds.

This was to be expected since he was the one who was tasked with ensnaring her and yet, they both ended up falling for each other. Their love was something that was not meant to be. Even so, they couldn’t deny their feelings for each other and ended up suffering for one another over and over again.

With how deeply they love each other in this current world, the Queen was curious about his current condition now that her other self was gone. Thus, she decided to pay him a visit.

Since her presence in this world hadn’t fully been established yet, she was like a phantom to everyone else, except for those who she always had close connections to in the previous worlds. So, she was able to easily slip into the research center without being noticed by anyone.

While standing before his office door, she lifted her hand and was about to knock on the door when she heard the muffled sound of broken glass from within the room. The profound smile on her face had instantly wavered for a moment as a glint of anxiety flashed across her eyes. Nevertheless, she regained her composure in the next instant and proceeded to knock thrice on the office door.

There was a moment of silence before the door was opened before her, revealing the man that she was looking for at the moment, who had his collar unbuttoned and his loosened tie draped around his neck.

In contrast to her amiable expression, Lucien had narrowed his eyes when he realized that it was her who was standing before his door. Still, the Black Queen had pretended not to notice the air of hostility around him, Instead, she smiled sweetly at him.

“We finally get to meet, Professor Lucien.”

Without waiting for his response, she nimbly slipped her way into his office before he could block her path. Nonetheless, she hadn’t taken more than three steps into the room before she was roughly yanked back by the arm. She then had her back pressed against the wall, prior to feeling the sensation of a cold and sharp object being pressed dangerously close to her throat.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

It had been a long time since she had heard his voice. To hear it now, she can’t help but to have a mixed feeling of both relief and sadness, even if said voice was laced with nothing but cold hostility and those violet eyes that used to gaze at her with fondness were currently filled with nothing but murderous intent.

What happened to you?

She had wanted to ask him that, but held her tongue.

She didn’t keep her silence out of fear, but more out of disbelief and heartache instead.

The Lucien that she knew was always composed and kept his emotions well-concealed behind his fathomless violet eyes and disarming smile. Therefore, it was unbelievable for her to be witnessing those raw emotions being laid bare before her eyes now. Throughout those many parallel worlds that she had experienced, she had never once seen Lucien as miserable and on edge as he was now.

It made her heart ache for him.

Still, the pain and pity that she felt for him soon turned into bitterness as she realized that these torments that he was experiencing were all due to how deeply he loved her other self, not her. Instead, all that the Lucien before her held towards her was nothing but enmity and contempt, which was proven clearly by the scalpel that he was pressing dangerously close to her throat.

Even though she and her other self were the one and the same, to this Lucien, the Black Queen was merely an imitation, a fake.

In the end, her other self was loved more dearly than her.

This irrefutable fact had merely made the Queen hate her other self more. Moreover, she wanted so much to lash out at the man before her, if only to let him feel her anger and pain.

“Oh?” She smirked, despite the stinging pain and the thin trickle of blood that came from the scalpel being pressed too closely against her throat, “And here I thought you wished to see this face.”

For a splitting second, she felt a slight tremble from the scalpel on her throat. Savoring the slight satisfaction from successfully unsettling the usually untouchable man, she continued speaking boldly.

“It seems I am not welcome here…but if you wanted to kill me,” she then hardened her gaze and stared right back at his icy violet eyes as she deliberately emphasized each of her words, “Do you really think you could do it?”

Despite there being no noticeable changes in his expression, the Black Queen could sense the internal conflict between rationale and sentiment that was raging within Lucien’s mind.

“You are not her.”

Those words were spoken by him with absolute conviction and a hint of threat. Even so, there was a noticeably soft edge in his voice when he mentioned her other self. Ironically, it was this gentleness of his voice that caused the Black Queen’s heart to ache even more than the bleeding wound on her throat. Even Lucien’s spiteful tone and hostile actions towards her hadn’t hurt her as much as that seemingly trivial gesture.

While the Black Queen had always believed that her tragic experiences in the other parallel worlds had hardened her heart and made her emotionally numb, here she was feeling such indignation and bitterness when knowing full well that Lucien wasn’t at fault at all for treating her that way since she was merely an outsider, if not an invader, to this world.

Still, this Lucien would never know how much the Black Queen loves him in every parallel world nor would he ever know how much anger she currently held towards her other self for being so weak as to leave this man before her so hurt, broken and vulnerable.

He never knew and he never will.

Regardless of the outcomes in those various worlds, whether he killed her, he died for her or vice versa, in the end, the Lucien in each of those worlds never knew the full extent of the Queen’s love for them. There was no happy ending awaiting them… and that was what frustrated her so much and drove her to despair, to give up on caring about anything.

Despite that, she still couldn’t give up on her love for him.

How infuriating.

Disregarding the scalpel that was pressed against her throat, she reached out and pulled Lucien’s head towards her without warning and kissed him directly on the lips. The action had been so quick and sudden that the man was frozen in place and the scalpel that he was holding had slipped from his grip before falling onto the floor with a dull ‘clang’.

It was at that moment that a scene of her other self kissing Lucien by surprise at a public aquarium had suddenly flashed through her mind and the Queen realized that this was Lucien’s current thought that was accidentally exposed to her through the fine cracks within his mind.

For him to think of her even now…

Annoyed, the Queen tried to wrap her arms around Lucien’s neck to pull him closer to her. However, he had regained his senses by then and he instantly shoved her away from him. While wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he glared at her and spoke venomously.

“Don’t even thinkabout it.”

At this point, the Queen couldn’t comprehend how he could love her other self so dearly that he was on the verge of breaking apart and yet, despised her to the very bone.

For him to be this cruel to her.

Never mind… it’s fine.

She had plenty of time.

No matter how much he yearned for her other self now, the fact remains that she couldn’t return to this world. Sooner or later, he will have no other choice but to accept this truth.

Even if he didn’t, the time would come when he would eventually break because of it. When that happens, she will be there for him. She will be by his side until this world comes to an end and she would have to move on to another world as a new cycle repeats itself again.

After all, regardless of him being Ares or Lucien, she was the only one who could truly accept and love him for who he is.

“I should leave now.”

As though nothing had happened, she nonchalantly straightened the creases on her black dress. With a sweet smile, she then curtsied and said, “I will pay you a visit again next time, Professor.”

Without waiting for his response, the Black Queen then turned and left the office, leaving the professor on his own.

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It was after he was certain that the Queen was truly gone that Lucien allowed himself to slump onto the floor while clenching his chest tightly. His brows were knitted together and beads of sweat were dripping down his chin. The back of his shirt was also soaked wet as he endured the pain in his chest that was currently making it difficult for him to breath.

Even in that tormented state, he still managed to speak through gritted teeth.

“She … is not … her.”

However, it was uncertain whether those words were spoken as a fact … or to convince himself.

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Sun, 26 Dec 2021 20:56:29

Without a doubt, she is both his bane and his salvation.

A reference to the “R&S - Not Planned On”.

Genre: Angst

Words:3187 words

When was it?

Since when did someone like Lucien, who had never yearned for anything, come to desire something more than the fleeting sense of fulfilment from realizing his plans and meeting his goals?

“Even if you’re dangerous, I trust you.”

It was her.

It was all because of that delicately foolish and yet radiant girl.

Then again, if that girl was truly as foolish as Lucien had claimed her to be, then what of himself who was moved by those too-good-to-be-true words on that day at the aquarium?

The girl was the only person in this world who could effortlessly stir up inexplicable emotions within Lucien. In fact, ever since he started considering about the girl’s feelings or when he started to truly enjoy the moments that he had spent with the girl, be it as her show’s consultant, her next-door neighbor, or a close confidant, Lucien had known for certain that he had changed.

As much as he wanted to rationalize or reject these changes, he couldn’t refute the fact that he had gradually come to cherish the girl’s presence in his life and the thought of her eventually finding out about his affiliations with Black Swan had unexpectedly brought up a sense of dread within him.

It was an unavoidable outcome. He knew that before he had taken up the mission to approach the girl, who was regarded as the Queen. However, aborting the mission was not an option as it would bring nothing but more risks to the girl and setbacks to his plans. Therefore, he had to carry on with the mission, no matter what.

If that was the case, then…

Let nature take its course.

That was the only option that would allow him to stay at the girl’s side and keep her safe for as long as possible. Of course, it was nothing more than a temporary measure, but it was the only one that would prolong this beautiful illusion a little longer.

Thus, Lucien didn’t put much effort into fulfilling the mission and he didn’t stop the girl from investigating deeper into the matters related to Black Swan. In fact, he even aided the girl in her investigations, in spite of the risks those actions would bring to himself. Even after she had eventually found out about his identity as Ares, he allowed her to escape and chose to bear the punishment for failing the mission.

To be honest, the distance that he was willing to go for the girl without a second thought was both baffling and fascinating to Lucien.

Of course, he had always expected that his constant involvement with that girl would bring about changes to his life. Still, he hadn’t been able to anticipate back then, whether those changes would be beneficial or detrimental to himself. As for now…

If it is now, then Lucien can state with certainty.

That girl is both his bane and his salvation.

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The flowers on the roadside had swayed gently in the wind as Lucien stared at the entrance of the abandoned building of the Quarantine Zone that was still draped with police tapes. It had been months since the mayhem that had occurred within the Quarantine Zone, but Lucien would still come here occasionally.

Even though he usually doesn’t even have time for himself, he would still spend a few minutes lingering outside the entrance of the Quarantine Zone. He would merely stare at the entrance of the building silently, while being immersed within his own thoughts.

Despite knowing this to be a futile deed, he couldn’t bring himself to stop going there. Perhaps, it was because this was the last place she had been before she disappeared without a trace from the world.

Thinking back, Lucien found the situation to be rather ironic.

It was due to their opposing standpoints that Lucien distanced himself from the girl, believing it to be the best course of action since his affiliation with Black Swan had made him a threat to the girl’s safety.

Even so, when he heard that the girl had participated in the celebration parade, which was deduced as the location of the next viral outbreak, Lucien had thrown aside everything and rushed to the venue to find the girl, barely being in time to save her from being run over by a bus. Nevertheless, he didn’t reveal his presence to the girl and quietly left the scene after ensuring the girl’s safety.

That would be the last time that he would ever see her.

In the end, Lucien wasn’t there by her side when she needed him the most.

Although the incident at the Quarantine Zone had been covered up by the STF with a mix of vague and fabricated information, it wasn’t difficult for anyone to imagine how dangerous and chaotic the actual situation had been at that time.

What would the girl’s state of mind be in facing that chaos?

He couldn’t fathom it.

Lucien’s only bit of solace would be the fact that she hadn’t been alone in facing that predicament.

Victor had been there with her.

Needless to say, the CEO of LFG had refused to tell Lucien the exact details of the event in the Quarantine Zone, let alone what happened to the girl. Nonetheless, Victor did reveal one fact to the professor during their last conversation.

“I will definitely bring her back.”

That single declaration seemed to imply that the girl was still alive but away in some unreachable place. Coupled that with what Lucien knew about the girl’s connection to the Black Cabin, the professor was able to deduce that the “unreachable place” was most likely a parallel world.

Even so, it was inconceivable for the girl to instantly be able to utilize the Black Cabin’s power to travel to another world when all she could do recently was merely viewing vague visions of the future.

Then, a fluke?

Or perhaps, an instinctive reaction of self-preservation?

Regardless, the fact that the girl still lives was what really mattered. He hadn’t lost her completely, not yet.

Finding the Black Cabin was the best way to reach the girl and the study of space-time travel would be the most likely path for him to achieve that. So, Lucien worked tirelessly on the progress of both the research on space-time travel and the vaccine for the flu virus at the same time.

It was after a month had passed since the girl’s disappearance that the research on space-time travel, which had been ongoing for nearly a year, had finally reached its conclusion.

While Lucien was no stranger to the success and failure of scientific research, the outcome of this particular research had left him feeling so utterly helpless for the first time. Based on the outcome of the research, it was proven impossible for Lucien to determine the girl’s whereabouts, let alone bring her back to their world.

In short, there was nothing he could do.

Without realizing it, the butterfly he cherished had flown far beyond his grasp.

Despite the disheartening result, Lucien refused to despair just yet.

Knowing how strong-willed and determined the girl could be, he held on to the possibility of her making her way back on her own.

If all he could do for her now was to wait for her return, then Lucien would ensure that the world would still be there for her to return to by ending this influenza outbreak.

Then, he will wait for as long as it takes for her to return here.

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Unknowingly, another three months had passed since then.

Not one to stay idle, Lucien had kept himself busy in monitoring the situation and adjusting his plans accordingly. The research on the vaccine for the flu virus was completed successfully not long ago, which put an end to the influenza outbreak that had been gripping the people with fear for months. As a consequence, Lucien was hailed as a “savior” by the public, much to his chagrin.

To him, the title of “savior” had sounded more like mockery than praise since he was the original creator of the virus. He didn’t deserve the respect or gratitude of the masses for doing this. If anything, he had merely rectified the problem that arose from his own creation.

Even though Hades was the one who had stolen his abandoned prototype and put it to use, it was still undeniable that the virus had originated from his hands. Thus, he was also responsible for the repercussions that were brought about by the influenza outbreak.

Since his involvement in the creation of the virus was only known by Hades and the girl, this secret would be buried away once the outbreak had been contained. In other words, Lucien had merely tied up a loose end by creating the vaccine for the outbreak.

Nonetheless, even when the influenza outbreak had been resolved, peace hadn’t returned to Loveland City. With the STF publicizing the existence of Evolvers and accusing Black Swan as the main instigator of the viral outbreak, the situation had been growing tense between Evolvers and non-Evolvers.

This situation had been accounted for in Lucien’s plans, though.

Still, it wasn’t his place to interfere in the conflicts between STF and Black Swan since he had already left the latter. Instead, he had much work to do as the head of the newly-rebuilt Ultima Bioresearch facility. With the increased workloads, Lucien became so busy that he would sometimes lose count of the number of sleepless nights and skipped meals that had passed.

By the time he noticed, a wry smile would cross his lips as he thought of how the girl would have scolded him for being so negligent of his own wellbeing. This idle thought would then bring about the familiar throbbing pain at his chest that always came about whenever he thought of her.

Silently, Lucien would endure the pain until it had passed completely before heading out to grab a light meal or trying to take a short nap in his office. Even if he didn’t have much appetite nor could he fall asleep nowadays, he would still try to fulfill what the girl would have asked of him. This was because he knew without a doubt that she would be upset if she were to witness his current state. After all, she still cared deeply about him, in spite of their opposing stances.

This may also be his wishful thinking, but by taking care of himself as she had asked of him, Lucien carried the hope that, likewise, the girl will also be keeping herself safe, wherever she is.

It was unlike him to have such wishful thoughts, much less clinging onto the seemingly brittle hope of the girl’s eventual return. Still, he can’t help it. Whenever the girl was concerned, his actions and thoughts would somehow be influenced by emotions. In fact, he could no longer view the world with the same indifference that he initially possessed before meeting her.

These changes were the traces that the girl had left in him.

If he was to lose her, will those traces remain with him or will they vanish along with her?

Lucien chose to shelve that thought, being adamant that it wouldn’t happen.

Whether it was a certainty or merely self-assurance, only the professor himself knew for sure.

Nonetheless, the answer had arrived unbidden on one particular winter.

Lucien had been reminiscing on a memory of the last winter that was spent together with the girl when he was suddenly assaulted by a vision of himself strangling the girl’s delicate neck with his own hand. It was evidently a vision from the other world since Lucien had no recollection of it ever happening before. Nonetheless, the abrupt vision had left his mind reeling with a mix of emotions.

Shock, confusion, concern and then a sense of urgency.

The girl was in danger … and the threat was none other than himself. This was the worst possible situation for Lucien, one that he dreaded the most. Even so, the fact remained that there was nothing he could do in this situation, which frustrated him to the point of clenching his fist so tightly that it turned pale-white. It was after a few seconds had passed that he managed to compose himself and review the information that he could glimpse from that vision.

In the end, Lucien determined that as long as the girl still possessed her powers as a Queen, there was a high likelihood that her powers would trigger up instinctively in a life-or-death situation to protect herself, similar to how it might have been responsible in transporting her to the other world during the mayhem at the Quarantine Zone.

Besides that, regardless of how different the other world’s version of himself is to his current self, one thing was for certain. That is, he would never take unnecessary actions. So, he wouldn’t have bothered to kill someone with a tedious method, like strangulation… Unless he was trying to elicit some sort of reaction, that was, he was trying to confirm something.

So, the girl should be safe.

Still, Lucien can’t help but to feel uneasy. His expression remained impassive, but his tense posture had revealed a hint of apprehension. He had recently received information that STF had got their hands on the Evolution Accelerator, which was another one of his abandoned prototypes for the Black Swan Project, and successfully completed it.

The coincidental timing between the unpleasant vision from the other world and the info on the Evolution Accelerator’s completion had left him somewhat ill at ease, especially when he knew that the prototype couldn’t be completed due to the missing “gene model” or “evolution core” that was deemed unobtainable.

It was either the information was false or the STF had somehow gotten their hands on the “evolution core”.

In order to find out the answer, Lucien had secretly infiltrated the location where the Evolution Accelerator had been hidden by the STF. Contrary to his expectation, what he discovered there was the “evolution core”, which he had deemed unobtainable, nestling securely within the interior of the Evolution Accelerator.

It was true.

His incomplete prototype had finally been perfected.

However, Lucien wasn’t the least bit pleased by that.

Instead, all he felt was a growing sense of dread and a seething anger that was barely held back by his rationality.

The “evolution core” was the inextricable part of the Queen and her powers. That was why Lucien had abandoned the idea of utilizing the accelerator and deemed it unobtainable. If the “evolution core” was now within the accelerator, wouldn’t that mean that the girl was currently powerless in the other world?

If that was true, then that vision from the other world that he had seen…

At that moment, the small and brittle hope that Lucien had held onto all this time seemed to have slipped away from his grasp.

Of all the possibilities and scenarios that he had anticipated, this outcome was something that he could never be prepared for.

The fact that it was him who had ended the girl’s life with his own hands.

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After returning from STF’s hidden base, Lucien had been mulling over his past decisions. Even though he knew it was pointless to look back on the past, he couldn’t help but to wonder if there was anything that he could have done differently to prevent the current outcome. It didn’t take him long to realize that this line of thought and the accompanying emotion was what people commonly regarded as “regret”.

For the first time in a long while, Lucien had felt regret.

He regretted distancing himself from her.

Instead of staying away from her, he should have kept her close and never let go.

Now, he had lost her forever.

With her gone, the world had not only returned to being dull and lifeless, there was also an undeniable feeling of emptiness within him that constantly reminded him of her absence. Even something as trivial as the sight and scent of the blooming gardenias at the university garden or the cream puffs that were on display at the bakery that he passed by on the way to the research center could make him think of her.

It was strange how one would only yearn for another so desperately after losing them forever.

Perhaps, this was his punishment.

Nonetheless, Lucien had seemed as usual to others. He continued to interact with people when necessary and completed his tasks without any delays.

No matter what, life still goes on.

Even if he found the situation unacceptable, the truth cannot be changed.

In the end, he either accept it and move on or be stuck in stagnancy by succumbing to denial.

The choice was clear. He couldn’t give up on life just because it took much effort for him to continue living on with this loss. There were things that he must do and things that only he could do. He wasn’t so irresponsible as to turn away and abandon everything. Therefore, Lucien decided to visit the camphor tree, the place where everything had begun between him and the girl, in order to bid his last farewell.

With his hand on the tree’s trunk and his eyes closed, Lucien recalled all the memories that he had shared with the girl, such as when they had first met as children under the camphor tree, their “first” meeting as adults at the research center, when the girl had vowed to be with him and even kissed him during the aquarium visit and many more.

All these memories were filled with bittersweet happiness, which weren’t born out of manipulation nor were they fabricated. Those blissful moments were dazzling, precious … and they will forever remain unattainable to Lucien.

After breathing out deeply, Lucien withdrew his hand from the tree trunk and turned around. As he lifted his gaze, his eyes had widened in surprise. Standing before him under the shadow of the tree was the girl whom he had missed dearly. She had looked the same as the last time he had seen her.

With her hands clasped behind her back, she was smiling brightly at him and Lucien could see himself being reflected within her warm brown eyes. The radiant colors that enveloped her petite figure was gradually seeping into her surroundings, bringing life to the once monochrome world.

She wasn’t real. She can’t be real.

Lucien kept telling himself while staring at the phantom before him.

Even though he knew that the girl before him was merely an illusion, he couldn’t deny the sense of relief and awe that had washed over him at the sight of her and the colors that she had brought to the world. He can’t help but to let out a chuckle as he realized belatedly his immediate reaction to the illusion.

She had always been the one and only person who could throw off his judgement.

Without a doubt, she is both his bane and his salvation.

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Sun, 19 Dec 2021 18:29:18

If there were any other options, she would have asked anyone but Victor to accompany her for this. Since this was the only way, she could only put on a forced smile and steel herself in enduring the CEO’s scowling face and sharp-tongued remarks… However, the actual situation turned out to be not as terrible as she had expected?

POV:MC (Third POV)

Words:2092 words

“So…this is your idea of fun?”

Victor maintained a deadpan expression as he spoke, but he still couldn’t hide the hint of sarcasm in his tone. He was examining the horror-themed posters that were displayed on the wall next to the entrance of the establishment. With a hand on his chin, he seemed to be thinking about something.

In response to his remark, the girl could only chuckle nervously.

To be honest, she had expected this kind of reaction from Victor after she revealed that day’s main event to him. Having prepared herself for Victor’s onslaught of snide remarks for dragging him into this, she had decided that she wouldn’t back out until she had completed what she had set out to do today.

“Since you haven’t participated in such an activity before,” said the girl as she stood next to him and pretended to examine the posters on the wall. Sneakily, she glanced at Victor through the corner of her eyes to read his expression. However, the man had suddenly turned to frown at her, which caused her to quickly avert her gaze back towards the posters and continued talking enthusiastically, “This will be a first experience for both of us! So, I am sure it will be fun and exciting!”

Receiving no response from Victor, she reluctantly turned away from the posters to look at him with a forced smile. Just as she expected, the expression on Victor’s face was one of complete skepticism, with the silent question of “Are you serious?” being conveyed clearly by his narrowed eyes. On a normal working day, she might be wary of offending Victor’s mood…but not today!

“Well, this is part of the reward you promised me. So, no backing out now!”

If this was a message conversation, she would be receiving a “…” reply from Victor by now. Instead, Victor had merely stared at her for a moment before sighing softly.

“Childish.”

For some reason, instead of being offended, she felt a sense of triumph and her lips had tugged upward unconsciously at hearing that single word.

After spending months trying to turn around the financial situation of her company, things were starting to improve and becoming more manageable than when she first took over as the head of her father’s media company. It was during a rare leisure moment in the company that one of her employees had brought up a topic that she had completely forgotten about amidst her hectic schedules.

The company’s team building event.

It was something that was held by most companies to foster teamwork and better communications among their employees. For her, the main purpose of having such an event was for everyone in her company to unwind and have fun after a hectic period of endless projects. Moreover, Willow and Kiki were more than willing to be in charge of organizing the event, which prevented her from having to stress herself out in thinking up a plan for the event.

The only problem was the activity that had been decided for this year’s event was an escape game, something that she hadn’t tried out before. Of course, she had heard about it sometime ago since it was a trending activity. She had even considered it interesting and had planned to try it out herself, if she ever had the chance to take a day-off from work in the future. However, never had she expected the opportunity would come to her so soon and in the form of a company event.

While she doubted anyone would fault her for being completely ignorant about the escape game, she didn’t want to ruin everyone’s fun on that day. Besides, she also had her pride as a boss to maintain among her employees, even if this was a non-formal event. In other words, those were her personal concerns and the best way to resolve them would be for her to gain experience by participating in an escape game before the company event itself.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t join the escape game by herself since it required a minimum of at least two participants for a game session and she was also embarrassed to ask anyone who will be joining the team building event to accompany her. With Gavin being away on a mission, Lucien having a conference out of the city and Kiro being caught up in filming for a popular TV drama recently, she was left with only one choice, that was Victor.

Even when she had reached that conclusion, she couldn’t help but to reconsider her options over and over again. It wasn’t because she disliked Victor…well, maybe a little. Yes, to be honest, she just disliked him a little, and that was only because he was always being mean to her, by calling her names and finding fault with every little thing that she did.

Not to mention, when she pointed out the inconsistencies in his actions, he would retaliate with either a snide remark or by bringing forward the deadline of her proposals. What a tyrant! If LFG wasn’t the main sponsor of her company, which indirectly made Victor her superior, she would have flipped out and given him an earful long ago.

Anyway, after much consideration, she decided to ask Victor to join in on an escape game with her since she believed Victor wouldn’t have participated in such an activity himself, considering his temperament. He might even consider it a waste of time to participate in such an activity. However, she wasn’t worried about her invitation being rejected by the CEO of LFG since she still held a trump card. Victor still owed her the reward for successfully completing a project earlier and he had stated that he would fulfill any one of her demands as long as it was within bounds.

Although she trusted Victor to be a man of his words, she didn’t reveal to him that he would be joining an escape game until he had arrived at the venue. All she told him was that she would like for him to accompany her for the day. Thus, that was how they both ended up being in front of the reception counter of the establishment that hosted countless sessions of escape games.

The moment they made their appearance before the counter, a bespectacled young man had greeted them with a friendly smile.

“Good afternoon. How may I help the both of you?”

“We would like to try out a game.”

“May I know if you have joined other game sessions before this?”

“Actually, this is our first time.”

“If that’s the case, I would recommend trying out these two scenarios,” said the staff while taking out two leaflets from under the counter and placing them before Victor and herself.

One of the leaflets was depicting a black-and-white image of a hospital room with bloodstains on the wall and the word “Memories” was printed in red as its header, while the other leaflet showed a dark prison-like room with iron bars and had the word “Retribution” printed boldly in white as its header. The images were simple and typical of a horror theme, but they successfully instilled a sense of fear in the girl.

“These scenarios are more suited for beginners to familiarize themselves with the game settings,” explained the staff with the smile still on his face.

“Is there any difference between the two?”

Surprisingly, Victor was the one who had asked that question.

As though he had been expecting that question, the staff readily explained the difference between the two scenarios.

“The “Retribution” scenario will begin with the players being confined separately in different rooms, while the “Memories” scenario will begin with the players being confined together in the same room. However, despite the different starting arrangements, both scenarios would still require teamwork and communication among the players to complete.”

“Uhm…”

This time, all eyes were on the girl and her partially-raised hand.

“There are no surprises or scary things appearing in the game session, right?”

Hearing that, the staff had chuckled lightly before assuring her that the game will only consist of puzzle-solving and hunting for hidden clues, while Victor was wearing the same frown that he had shown her back at the entrance.

Are you serious?

Well, she can’t help being worried about jump scares appearing during the game with the depictions shown by the horror-themed posters. She had purposely picked a different establishment from the one that Kiki had chosen for their company’s team-building event, in order to avoid spoiling the fun by knowing the puzzles beforehand, but she didn’t realize at that time that the games from this establishment would all be horror-themed, unlike the one chosen by Kiki which were more adventure-themed. She had only realized this when she saw the posters displayed on the wall, but it was already too late for her to back out by then.

Disregarding this hindsight, she needed to make a decision now.

“Victor, which one do you think we should choose?”

“You are the one who wants to try the game. You decide.”

While she wanted to be proud of herself for having anticipated that exact answer from Victor, she was actually more vexed by it since it didn’t really help her situation. Perhaps sensing the brewing storm beneath her forced smile, Victor had then added another statement.

“They are the same. Just randomly choose one.”

If it was that simple, would she have asked him in the first place?

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at Victor, she suddenly thought of a way to make her choice.

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“To rely on a coin toss to make a choice… I am reevaluating your decision-making skills.”

“Says the one who isn’t helping,” she grumbled under her breath.

“What’s that?”

“Still, we managed to make it out in time. That’s not too bad, right?”

By a coin toss, they had chosen to play the “Retribution” scenario. After being briefed by the staff about the rules and the backstory of the scenario, she and Victor were provided with modified phones by the staff as their only means of communication before being confined in different rooms. While it was disconcerting to be locked in a dark room on her own, the presence of the flashlight and the phone in her hands had done a lot in reassuring her.

At first, she didn’t have the confidence in completing the game within the allocated forty-five minutes since they were beginners who weren’t used to how the game works. However, as she and Victor gradually solved each of the puzzles, they started to get the hang of it. They continued exchanging information through the phones about the vague codes and clues that they had found in their respective rooms. By openly sharing their thoughts and ideas, the seemingly senseless alphabets and numbers became comprehensible messages to help them escape.

Moreover, Victor was unexpectedly encouraging when she became frustrated at being stuck at a puzzle. Although he would still direct jabbing remarks at her when she made a careless mistake in the game, he was still being less critical than when he was evaluating her proposals. This different and kind side of Victor during the game session did make her dislike him a little lesser…just a little.

“It’s an interesting experience.”

“Huh?”

As she couldn’t believe her ears, she instantly turned to look at Victor, who was walking next to her. However, she didn’t expect Victor to meet her eyes defiantly instead of looking away.

“What?”

Flustered by his intense gaze, she quickly looked away while saying, “I just wanted to say that I had fun today as well and thank you for willing to accompany me today.”

“Well, this is part of your promised reward.”

Why, this man…Would it kill him to speak kindly?

“Then, if I did well again for future projects, you wouldn’t mind accompanying me again for another game session?”

There was a moment of silence before an answer was heard.

“Well, if that’s what you want.”

“It’s a promise then,” said the girl before running a few steps ahead of Victor. After turning around to face the older man, she exclaimed with a bright grin, “No backing out, even if you do regret it in the future. If not, I will be telling the whole world that CEO Victor is not a man of his word!”

Seeing this, Victor merely smiled faintly.

“Dummy.”

Victor’s expression had seemed especially tender at that moment, which made the girl doubt her own eyes.

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Sun, 19 Sep 2021 20:48:03

Just sharing a little snippet of the next WIP that I am working. Mr CEO’s next since I had done one for Gavin (Nyctophobia) and Kiro (Saudade)before this. Did the snippet below catch your interest somehow ( ¬‿¬ ) ?

“So…this is your idea of fun?”

In response to his remark, the girl could only chuckle nervously.

Find out more on Novelty- Victor!

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Sun, 19 Sep 2021 13:29:04

Saudade is a profound melancholic yearning for the absent of that which one loves, that is often accompanied by the denied fact that it might never return. In other words, it is the feeling of missing someone dear to you who is no longer by your side.

Words: 1386 words

For the past one minute, Kiro had been staring at the constantly blinking vertical line on the half-completed email that was displayed on his laptop screen. His hands that were on the keyboard had remained motionless, even though his mind was whirling with various choices of words to convey his thoughts. It was strange since he didn’t usually have this much trouble in putting his thoughts into words.

After all, this wasn’t his first email and it was also unlikely to be his last.

There wasn’t a defined limit to the length of his emails. Some of them were as short as a few sentences, while others could be as lengthy as a few pages. Nevertheless, the words that he wished to say would come to him naturally and guided the movements of his fingers on the keyboard, much like when he was struck by a sudden spark of inspiration while in the middle of composing a new song. However, unlike his songs, which he would gladly share to the world without reservations, the words on this digital form of letters were something that was meant for his one and only recipient.

An irreplaceable and important person in Kiro’s life.

After much hesitation, Kiro eventually typed out the finishing sentence for his email. He sent the email immediately and received a confirmation from the system a moment later regarding his email being delivered successfully. The young man then leaned back onto his chair and stretched his arms up in the air. Nonchalantly, he glanced at the time that was shown at the bottom right corner of his laptop. Most people would be eager to retire to bed after realizing the current time, but for Kiro, he merely sighed before smiling wryly.

If Savin knew that he had been staying up late while knowing full well that he will be having a photo shooting session in the morning, he would not only be nagging at Kiro, he would confiscate all of his devices and games to prevent him from staying up late again. It was already bad enough to have his snacks confiscated before this. If he was to lose his games and devices as well…Kiro didn’t even want to imagine it. Thus, it would be best to hide this from his manager’s knowledge.

Anyway, considering the current time, it wouldn’t make much difference for him to go to bed now or later. Not to mention, he wasn’t feeling sleepy at all right now. Rather than tossing and turning in bed as he tried to fall asleep, he might as well stay up for a little while longer. Having made up his mind about that, Kiro reached out to his laptop once again. He scrolled through the long list of emails that existed within his inbox in the encrypted mailing system. His azure eyes grew wistful as he skimmed through the simplified previews for the contents of each of the emails.

[How’s your day today?]

[Happy birthday, Kiro.]

[Are you staying up late to play games again?]

[I have listened to your latest song.]

On the list of emails that could be dated as far back as fifteen years ago, there were only two names. Needless to say, Kiro was one of them. As for the other name, it was none other than his mentor, KEY.

As a matter of fact, this encrypted mailing system was actually something that was set up by KEY as a private means of communication between him and Kiro when the latter was sent abroad as a child. Nonetheless, if one was to examine the list of emails closely, they will notice that starting from five years ago, Kiro had been the one sending emails to his mentor, while there had never been an email from KEY to him.

This was because KEY had been missing without a trace in the past five years.

While The Twelve of Black Swan had deemed KEY to no longer be in this world, Kiro refused to accept that. Instead, he believed that his mentor had merely hidden himself so well throughout the years that no one was able to find any traces of him. Even now, his mentor must certainly be waiting somewhere in the world for the opportunity to reunite with him.

Ever since Kiro solved the first coding puzzle that was left behind by KEY and received the subsequent message of encouragement that was attached to the hint for the next riddle, he had continued to believe in his mentor’s survival.

If not, how could the occasional messages from his mentor, which appeared every time he solved one of those riddles, fit with the latest events and Kiro’s current situation in life?

Still, despite Kiro having accepted his mentor’s disappearance as a temporary circumstance, that didn’t mean that he was completely unaffected by it.

Back when Kiro was still staying abroad, he and his mentor had still maintained contact with one another through the encrypted emails in spite of not being able to meet with each other. Now, there was completely no contact between them. So, of course, this had made Kiro feel lonelier than before. The only solace for this loneliness would be when the blonde youth was immersed in his work as a celebrity, solving his mentor’s riddles … or when he was sending emails to his mentor via the encrypted system.

Kiro had started actively sending emails to his mentor after the latter had been missing for more than a year. To be honest, he didn’t know why he started doing that or if there was any meaning in doing so. Still, the only thing Kiro knew for certain was that the weight on his chest had felt a little lighter after he had sent out those emails. Even though there hadn’t been a single reply for any of his emails, Kiro wasn’t disheartened and continued sending out his emails whenever he could do so.

Since the contents of the emails were about the things that Kiro had experienced in his daily life, this habit of composing emails to his mentor was akin to writing a diary entry, which led him to come up with a certain idea.

That, someday, if he could meet up with his mentor, he would retrieve all of these unread mails from the system and recite them back to his mentor, letter by letter, just to inform him on how he had been doing for the past years during his mentor’s absence. In return, Kiro would then request to hear about his mentor’s experiences.

With so many things to talk about between them, a day would certainly not be enough. So, Kiro might as well take a few days off from work during that time. While it may be difficult to take a long leave of absence from work due to his rising fame and the countless job offers, if he persuaded Savin to allow him a long break just this one time, it wouldn’t be impossible.

After that, he could catch up with his mentor without a care in the world. Kiro could even take the opportunity to introduce Miss Chips to his mentor. Knowing the two of them well, Kiro was sure that they would get along fine. The blonde celebrity had smiled widely in contentment as he pictured the scene of his mentor, Miss Chips and himself conversing happily at one of his secret bases.

If there was really such a day in the future, Kiro thought that he couldn’t be happier.

Stifling a yawn, Kiro rubbed one of his eyes before deciding that it was finally time for him to sleep. After instructing his laptop to shut down, the young man stood up from his seat and headed towards his bedroom to have a short nap before the sun rose.

While pending on the shutdown command, his laptop’s screen was showing the most recent email that he had sent out earlier to his mentor. A single sentence had stood apart from the rest of the content at the bottommost part of the email. It was the last sentence that Kiro had added into the email before he sent it out.

[Master, I miss you.]

With a blink, the laptop screen turned dark, signaling that the device had completed its shutdown process.

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Sun, 05 Sep 2021 22:33:55

MC hadn’t heard from Gavin for quite a while. Unable to focus on work, she ended up working overtime in office, which led to an unexpected incident.

POV:MC (Third POV)

Words: 1969 words

It had been a week since the last time she met Gavin.

Even though there had been times when she had lost contact with Gavin for much longer than that, she couldn’t help but to be anxious this time due to a disconcerting dream that she had been having recently. Within the dream, she was wandering alone in complete darkness. Just when she heard Gavin’s concerned voice calling out to her in the dark, she lost her footing and fell from a great height… which then prompted her to wake up from the dream with a racing heart.

While it could have been just a random dream without any significance, she couldn’t shrug off the possibility of it being a sign of the future to come that was shown to her by her precognition Evol. Ever since she realized she could glimpse a little part of the future through her dreams, she hadn’t been able to treat any of her dreams as a random figment of her subconscious.

Since Gavin had been a part of her latest dream, it made her wonder if it meant that something was going to happen to him or if he was going to be in danger because of her again. Consequently, this also caused her to remember that past incident with Josie, where Gavin had come to her rescue when she fell into the trap that was intended for the former while trying to alter the vision of Gavin being in danger that was shown by her Evol.

As a STF agent that deals with Evol-related incidents on a daily basis, she knew very well that Gavin constantly faces dangerous situations and there had been countless times when he had to place his life on the line to ensure everyone’s safety. Thus, it was unavoidable for him to be wounded from his missions. But still, even if she wasn’t strong enough to protect Gavin from harm, she had hoped that just like how Gavin had looked out for everyone else, she could be the one to look out for Gavin.

After giving one last look at the last unanswered text message that she had sent to Gavin an hour ago, she kept her phone in her tote bag and proceeded to pack up her things from her office desk in preparation to go home. Since she can’t help but to check on the unanswered texts that she had left Gavin at every opportunity of a break, she hadn’t been able to get much work done today.

In fact, she hadn’t realized that her action was so conspicuous until Kiki and Willow had teased her about it, which she had then responded to by pretending to be offended in order to hide her embarrassment. She wasn’t sure if she had convinced them with her feigned anger, but at least they hadn’t pursued further on the subject.

Having finished packing her things, she picked up her bag and walked out of her office. As she waited for the elevator to arrive, she stared at the constantly rising number that was shown on the electronic panel between the two elevators. Just when the next number was going to be her floor level, there was a dull ‘thuk’ sound and everything went dark without warning.

Startled, she grabbed her bag instinctively before reaching a hand into it. After fumbling around for a while, her hand eventually settled on the familiar shape of her smartphone, which made her lips lifted upwards one-sidedly. Once she took out her phone, the light of her active touchscreen had seemed like a beacon in the seemingly ominous, pitch-black sea of darkness around her.

Ever since she was young, she always had this instinctive fear of the dark. However, she hadn’t been as fearful of the dark once she became an adult. So, she couldn’t explain her currently racing heartbeat and the evident trembling of her hands that were holding her smartphone before her face. She could only blame it all on her current situation being a reminiscence of the dream of darkness that she had been having recently.

Don’t panic. Don’t think too much. Just turn on the flashlight.

As she mentally consoled herself, she configured through the settings on her phone’s touchscreen to turn on the flashlight app. She sighed in relief when the front of her phone had given out a bright light to illuminate the path ahead of her.

Feeling less nervous, she came to a realization that usually the building’s backup power generator should have started up immediately following the power blackout, which in turn, would activate the emergency lights to prevent the whole building from being immersed in total darkness. However, it had already been well past a few minutes after the power blackout, but her phone’s flashlight was still the only source of illumination around her. Something must have gone wrong with the backup power generator.

Since it was already very late at night, she couldn’t possibly rely on the possibility of someone coming over to repair the power generator or to wait in the office until who-knows-when for the power to be restored on its own. Needless to say, she definitely didn’t want to stay overnight by herself in the office.

With those thoughts in mind, she turned to look towards the direction of the door to the emergency staircase. With her currently being on the seventh floor, it shouldn’t be that difficult for her to descend all the way down to the ground floor through the emergency stairs.

Besides, going down the stairs uses less stamina than climbing up the stairs.

Having pumped herself up with that idea, she headed towards the door that led towards the emergency staircase. With the light from her phone guiding her way, she had made quick progress in descending to the next floor. Soon, she was only four floors away from reaching the ground floor… when her phone had died off suddenly, leaving her in total darkness.

“What?!”

She cried out in panic as she frantically tapped on the touchscreen of her phone with the thumb of her right hand while holding the railing tightly with her other hand. Unfortunately, her phone still remained unresponsive. Thinking back, she hadn’t really taken note of the battery level of her phone today, let alone charging it. Thus, it wouldn’t be surprising for it to run out of power and shut down by itself.

It’s okay. It’s okay.

Even though she was on the verge of a panic attack, she continued to console herself with her eyes closed. She can’t possibly break down crying now and expected someone to come to her rescue. Just like everyone else, there would be unexpected occasions where she will have to stand alone. If she couldn’t even overcome the current situation on her own, how can she expect to be dependable to others?

With trembling hands, she placed her phone into her bag before holding on tightly to the railing of the staircase with both hands. Blinded by the darkness, she slowly lowered her foot to the next step on the stairs, making sure that her foot was standing firmly on the step before proceeding to do the same for her other foot. She then repeated this process again for going down to the next step of the staircase. By doing so, she was making a much slower but safe progress down the staircase.

She wasn’t aware of how much time had passed, but judging from the steps that she had taken after losing her only source of light, she estimated that she was probably around three-and-a-half floors away from reaching the ground floor. If she kept it up at this pace, she should be able to reach the ground floor before morning comes, she thought jokingly to herself.

It was at this moment that she suddenly heard a familiar voice calling out her name from far below the stairs. She thought she might have imagined it out of anxiety since it couldn’t have been such a coincidence for her to hear that voice that she was yearning for the most in her current situation.

“Ga…Gavin?”

Her voice had trembled when she called out nervously towards the darkness. Perhaps, her voice was too soft to be heard for there wasn’t any other response from down below the staircase…Or maybe, she had imagined that voice after all.

Even though she was prepared for that possibility, she still couldn’t stop the feeling of disappointment from welling up within her chest. Feeling the side of her eyes growing slightly damp by the seconds, she lowered her head and raised one of her hands to rub her eyes.

Just when she was about to continue taking her next tentative step down the stairs, she heard that voice again. This time, it was followed by the urgent sound of footsteps approaching her from below the staircase. Just when the sound of footsteps was just around the corner from her, she turned towards the source of the sound and was momentarily blinded by a flash of bright light, which quickly shifted away from her face.

“Are you alright?”

The concern in the familiar voice was evident, much like his expression. Even amidst the dimly-lit surroundings, she could notice the light sheen of sweat on Gavin’s forehead and the sight of his brows knitted together, followed by the faint sound of his panting breaths.

Although she was utterly pleased to know that she was the reason he had run up all those three levels of stairs in a hurry, she couldn’t stop her eyes from brimming with tears, to the point that they started to trickle down the side of her face.

Perhaps, she was just too relieved to see him appearing safe and sound before her after not seeing him for a week … or maybe it was because he had appeared before her when she was most in need of support.

Nevertheless, this vulnerable state of hers was the last thing she ever wanted to show Gavin. Panicking, she quickly lowered her head and rubbed her eyes with both hands as she tried to explain her sudden outburst.

“No, this isn’t…I mean I didn’t intend to…”

While she was fumbling for words and kept rubbing the tears away from her eyes, she felt a strong pair of arms circling around her form in a manner that is not suffocating and yet, not too distant.

“I am sorry,” she heard Gavin’s voice above her head and felt his hand patting her back awkwardly, as if he was uncertain if it was okay to touch her at the moment and also to assure her that he was truly with her, right then and there. “I am sorry that I am late. It must have been scary for you to be alone in the dark.”

For some reasons, hearing his words and feeling his warmth had made her feel both vulnerable and safe at the same time. Even though she thought that if she couldn’t be strong enough to protect him, at least she wanted to be able to stand on her own, so that he could have one less thing to worry about. However, in the end, she still ended up seeking him for reassurance.

She is totally hopeless, isn’t she?

“Don’t be afraid. I am here.”

She couldn’t help but to sniffle at those words of his. When he appeared to save her in a sea of fire during that incident with Josie, he had spoken those same words to her.

Be it then or now, Gavin had always assured her that she will not be alone.

How she wished that the day would come, when she would be strong enough to be the one to return those words to him.

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Mon, 23 Aug 2021 16:16:47

A random fanfic with reference to the end of Chapter 6-19 of the game’s plot, which was also known as the confrontation between a “protective” Lucien and a “hostile” Gavin.

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Keeping her safe has always been Gavin’s goal.

It was also his reason for seeking greater power.

After all, she was special.

Gavin had known that she was special ever since that day, the day when the ginkgo leaves were billowing in the wind, when his EVOL first awakened. Therefore, it wasn’t surprising to him that she would be targeted by many people with ill intentions. In order to protect her from those dangers, Gavin resolved to get stronger … even if it required him to be away from her. Nonetheless, he vowed to return as soon as possible to her side to protect her.

However, when they did meet each other again, it had already been six years and the girl could barely remember him. Gavin was disappointed, but he reassured himself that they could just take this chance to start getting reacquainted with each other again. After a few rounds of awkward interactions, Gavin noticed that the girl seemed to hold a mistaken perception of him that stemmed from his ill reputation during high school.

While it would have been natural to clear the misunderstanding between them by directly confronting her about it, he was well-aware of how stiff and awkward she was whenever he tried to approach or talk to her. So, he didn’t want to pressure or scare her any more than that. Besides, he firmly believed that the truth will eventually reveal itself, even without him doing anything.

Nevertheless, Gavin didn’t have much time to worry about this as the peace of Loveland City was threatened by those who were actively making their moves in the shadows. EVOL-related cases were popping up one after another, which kept him preoccupied and rarely having the chance to be with her. In fact, the most recent encounter that Gavin had with the girl was in front of the abandoned orphanage, where Gavin had arrived earlier, after following the trail of an ongoing investigation.

At that time, Gavin was surprised to meet her there. However, his surprise had instantly turned into suspicion towards the man that was accompanying her, a certain special consultant for the girl’s company, who was also a world-renowned neuroscientist, “Professor Lucien Xu”. After all, it was unlikely for the girl to have suddenly come to the orphanage at night of her own volition.

Even so, Gavin started to doubt his judgement when Lucien had pulled the girl behind him and used his EVOL to create a barrier to ward against Gavin’s EVOL that was fluctuating unstably. It was at this moment that Gavin thought that perhaps, the man before him was not an enemy, that there could be another threat hidden within the shadows around them.

It was thanks to this quick thinking and fast reaction of his that Gavin managed to counter the sniping bullet that was aimed towards the girl. If he had hesitated and spent a little longer doubting Lucien…

Without saying much, he had then asked Lucien to escort the girl to safety while he went after the hidden sniper. Although Gavin still didn’t fully trust Lucien, if this well-known man was willing to expose something as secretive as his identity as an Evolver to Gavin in order to protect the girl, then Gavin trusted that he wouldn’t allow the girl to be harmed at least.

After wrapping up the entire incident by reporting to Commander Leto, the first thing that Gavin thought of doing was to check up on the girl. Aided by the darkness of the moonless night, he had flown through the clouds and hovered outside the windows of her apartment unit. He unknowingly sighed in relief the moment he saw her sleeping peacefully on her bed through the partially-covered windows. After ensuring that there were no hidden threats around the vicinity, he gave her one last glance before silently leaving the scene.

When Gavin finally had time for himself, he thoroughly went through all the information that he had collected regarding the incident. The main perpetrator of the sniping incident was discovered to be a secret organization known as “Black Swan”, which had suddenly become active two years ago. While the actual aim of the organization was still unclear, it was evident from their repeated attempts and threats on the girl’s peaceful life that she was their main target.

Moreover, since the ballistic report had proven that the sniper’s bullet wasn’t actually meant to take the girl’s life, then this would mean that Black Swan had deliberately created that life-threatening situation for some kind of purpose… To forcefully awaken her EVOL? If that was the case, then the one who could most likely lead the girl to that location to trigger the situation would be … Lucien.

Then, could Lucien be a part of Black Swan?

Gavin’s eyes had widened in surprise at his own deductions.

If that was true, didn’t that mean that Gavin had just entrusted the girl to the enemy’s hands on that day?

Gavin unconsciously tightened his hand into a fist at that appalling thought.

Still, the fact remained that Lucien had protected the girl and even sent the girl home safely on that day. Even now, a week after the incident, Lucien hadn’t made any suspicious moves. Instead, it would seem as though nothing had changed at all since that day. Unless Lucien was very confident in hiding his tracks, it would be rather brazen of him to remain as usual without any hint of worry. Perhaps, he really didn’t have anything to do with the incident.

Moreover, Lucien’s possible affiliation with Black Swan was merely Gavin’s deduction and suspicion. So far, even after doing a background check on the young professor through STF’s resources, he hadn’t found a definite proof that linked him to Black Swan and Gavin knew full well that any deductions without solid proof would be nothing but groundless accusations in the face of the law.

Even so, Gavin still couldn’t shake off this wariness that he had towards this person known as “Lucien Xu”, especially with how the man was always found around the girl recently.

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Sun, 24 Jan 2021 17:25:04

MLQC boys being interrupted while having sex w/Reader

I think the title is pretty self-explanatory.

All I want to say is that I wrote it long ago so there might be some mistakes. Also please bear in mind that English is not my native language. Thank you! I hope you’ll enjoy!

NSFW below!

Gavin

The orange rays of the setting sun warmed the naked skin of your back pleasantly from behind the windows. Your boyfriend’s white button-up casually framed your waist, barely clinging to your forearms, previously sliding off your shoulders. You had to hold it with your hands to keep it from sliding completely off.
In fact, in that position, Gavin had a perfect view of your bare curves, with the shirt or without it.
He was lying on his back facing you, propped up on pillows with his arms behind his head. His watchful gaze never left your body, even for a moment. His amber eyes scanned your figure, gliding over your perky breasts, smooth skin glazed in orange and silky strands of hair dancing near your neck and collarbones with your every move.
He licked his lips.
“Come here.” It wasn’t an order, but also not a plea. It sounded more like a request of a man so in love with his girl that he couldn’t bear not touching her anymore.
You giggled - and Gavin could’ve sworn it was the prettiest sound in the whole universe - before wrapping your fingers around his outstretched hand, letting yourself be guided to his solid body.
Minutes later you were a moaning mess, your hips pinned to the mattress by two calloused hands, the devilish sounds coming from between your legs mixing with heavenly whimpers of your boyfriend’s name that were leaving your bruised lips.
The grip you had on Gavin’s hair tightened when he sucked on your clit in time with his fingers working magic inside your heat. In response you heard a growl as his hips started assaulting the mattress even faster. ~~The beast has been awoken~~
Tingling on your skin came as a warning for the pleasure that was supposed to arrive next. Your muscles were squeezing Gavin’s fingers hard and he couldn’t wait for his cock to be enveloped by your wet warmth next. Heels dug into the mattress, fingers gripping white sheets, head thrown back with parted lips and ragged breath and—
Thump thump thump
“Are you guys okay in there?!” Minor’s concerned voice sounded from outside of the bedroom right after knocking. It startled you to the point where you jumped up, covering your bare figure with anything you could reach for, even though you were sure the doors were closed and the intruder wasn’t able to come inside the room. “I’ve heard some weird noises and I thought I’d check on you! You know, better safe than sorry!”
Gavin immediately looked over you, checking if you were alright, before turning his head to the door with a look that could kill. He palmed himself through his boxers, his erection still evident and painful.
“We’re alright! Thanks, Minor.” After a brief moment of silence you managed to say, not knowing if you should laugh or cry or maybe both. You heard a quiet “okay” and some shuffling - the intruder left the area.
In a moment of passion both you and Gavin had forgotten that Minor was temporarily living in your apartment due to AC disfunction at his place. He wasn’t a perfect roommate but at the same his presence wasn’t overbearing and you didn’t have any complaints… up until now.
“I’ll beat him up.” Through clenched teeth Gavin’s voice was low as he was putting on some shorts he took out of the drawers, and he now resembled the Super-Scary-Officer-Gavin more than Your-Loving-And-Doting-Boyfriend-Gavin.
“Don’t be so harsh on him. He was concerned.” You giggled only to be met with a doubting look from your boyfriend. “As he said, better safe than sorry.”
“I’ll give him something to be sorry about.”~~Poor Minor~~

Victor

The last few weeks have been pure torture. You were very open about how much you hated these business trips that both you and Victor had to take all the time to different places in the world. Your boyfriend was less outspoken, however the days of longing were taking its toll on him as much as on you. Sleepless nights, lonely dinners, unfulfilled lust…
Therefore, when there were no meetings, reports and proposals to write or filming sites to visit on the horizon, you jumped ~~almost literally~~ at the opportunity and took Victor to the wellness center.
It was a pleasant evening, the sun had recently set, but the heat was still there, aligned from time to time by the cool breeze. The white bathrobe your only cover as you and Victor relaxed on the private terrace of the apartment, with the sound of the bubbling jacuzzi in the background.
Sitting in his lap, your boyfriend was caressing your bare thigh with one of his hands, while the other was stroking your hair. It was an intimate moment shared between two lovers finally reunited and ready to spend some much needed relaxing time together.
Until…
It started as an innocent kiss between sips of fine dry wine selected by Victor himself.
He had you almost fully naked on his lap, with your robe slipping down your back, threading fingers in your silky strands and tasting your lips - which he had to admit - were even tastier than his favorite crimson beverage.
You were determined to get him naked, to free these gorgeous muscles from beneath the soft robe. With your nails scraping his skin lightly you were revealing more and more of his toned body earning sweet sighs from Victor as a reward.
His skilled fingers moved from your hair to kneading your butt, making your already wet pussy to rub on his clothed hard length. The added friction was like a cherry on top of the whole make out session but you didn’t want to stop there.~~Why would you settle for just a cake when you can have a full four course meal, right?~~
“Victor, I need it, please.” You begged when he didn’t want to give you what you wanted well knowing what was it that you desired.
“What is it, babygirl?” His question was whispered into the damp skin of your neck where Victor was leaving love bites. “Tell me what you need. You know I’ll give you everything.” He sounded so seductive, his low voice was making you shiver and you were sure your pussy was getting wetter and wetter with every word he said. “Just say it.”
“You.” You crumbled. “I want your cock. Please.”
He fulfilled his promise a few seconds later when you felt his girth stretching you out in the best way possible. Victor gripped your hips and with a look that was telling you to prepare for a ride, he started thrusting up while roughly bringing you down on his cock over and over.
You gripped his shoulders with one hand while the other was clamped over your mouth to make sure no-one could hear the moans your boyfriend was bringing out of you.
So close, you were co close, and when his thumb pressed on your clit, you could swear you saw stars and—
Bzzt bzzt bzzt
You jumped at the sudden sound, fear taking place of lust and passion. With a quick look to the side you saw that Victor’s phone was ringing and the caller’s ID was “Financial Director”. Thinking it was important you exited his lap, sliding to the next chair.
A low growl escaped him when you pulled away, his member still as hard as ever. His furrowed brows were the indicator of how much he didn’t like what you did, but you only smiled to him sheepishly and gestured to his phone.
A part of him was impressed of how much you valued his work and that you knew how important it was. Yet, the other part was furious that your love making ~~fucking~~got interrupted.
He took a second or two or more who knows if he stopped time to admire your rosy cheeks and bruised lips and how you were panting after minutes of passion, before picking up his phone from the table and answering the call.
“Be quick.” The tone of his voice so much different than when he was talking to you, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched - he was mad. But that didn’t stop him from giving you a look that you could only describe one way: I’m not done with you yet.

Shaw

At times like this, you were immensely grateful for the almost deafening music that could be heard in the Live House all the time.
Usually, it annoyed you that the rumble from the speakers drowned out any other noises - like when you were talking to others, but now you liked that you had the freedom to moan as Shaw’s hips were pounding into you to the rhythm of the club song.
Hands clutching his muscular arms, head tilted back repeatedly hitting the wall behind you, you were braced for a wild ride. Your boyfriend’s hands tightly squeezing your ass supporting your weight, his hot lips nibbling at your neck marking you in every place he had access to, his cock driving into you with a reckless abandon.
And all of this caused by your short dress that showed a little too much skin in Shaw’s opinion (and he would never have thought that something like “too much skin showing” would be a problem for him but seeing every guy in the club eyeing you had his blood boiling)~~and your teasing ways.~~
During the break between songs, when Shaw had a chance to rehydrate himself for another hour on stage, your boyfriend decided to satisfy a different type of thirst. ~~For your pussy~~
Sex with Shaw was always fun and wild and everything you ever wanted. But it was the best when he was hot and bothered and when envy was seeping through his body like a venom making him see red.
To be honest, you weren’t surprised when he grabbed your wrist right after exiting the stage and pulled you into the back room. You weren’t surprised when he pinned you to the wall, his lips already marking your collarbone as his hands were skillfully pushing your panties aside. You weren’t surprised when he unzipped his pants and pushed them down, freeing his hard cock.
And you sure as hell weren’t surprised when he slid into you with one sharp thrust while sucking on the sensitive skin below your ear.
“Tell me,” he panted in between the thrusts while his tongue was exploring your neck. “Do you enjoy making me jealous? Do you think it’s funny or something?”
As you were able to only whimper and moan, you didn’t respond. Of course you were enjoying making him jealous once in a while, especially when you were rewarded with his hips snapping into your in the back room of Live House.
“Answer. Me.” You swore he wanted to kill you with how intensely he was impaling you on his cock.
“Yes! Yes oh god yes!” You managed to choke out right before his fingers pinched your clit. Loud scream elected from your throat and you didn’t fail to notice the smirk Shaw was having plastered to his handsome face.
“Let me make this clear, baby.” He slowed a little as he leaned into you to have his mouth right next to your ear. “You are mine. Only mine.”
You wanted to respond. Say something, anything, but then—
“Shaw! We’re going back on the stage!”
Adam’s voice broke through the music and your pants along with a few pound knocks. You jumped at the sudden intruder, your eyes wide and lips parted.
Shaw on the other hand was totally unfazed when he started thrusting into you with a full speed again. And again. And again. And again.
He didn’t even say anything back, he just went straight back into fucking your brains out.
“I told you, you’re mine.” He murmured into your sweaty skin when he saw how startled you were. “So focus on me and only me.”

Lucien

You liked surprising your boyfriend. For example when you visited him at the university with some tasty lunch and a big smile plastered to your face, or when you learned how to brew tea so you could make him the best beverages when he was particularly stressed with work, or when you memorized all scientific names of his favorite butterflies to feel closer to him through joined hobby…
Or when he came back to his office at the Research Center after a tiring laboratory work only to find you wearing very skimpy purple lingerie and his lab coat, sitting in his chair with a smug grin and a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.
Part of him wanted to chide you for being reckless like that. After all, he would as much as kill, without even batting an eye, anyone who stumbled into his office with you being inside looking like that.
But other part of him ~~the freaky part~~ already imagined taking you in various positions, against different surfaces during his whole lunch break.
And so he started with face-fucking you on his desk, while pinning you to the mahogany wood with one hand as the other was palming himself through his trousers. Your panties torn and long forgotten on the floor, the lab coat loosely hugging your form with your legs wrapped around Lucien’s shoulders and hands grabbing his hair tightly.
This man’s mouth could not only recite poetry and name every flower in the garden, but also it was able to make you cum in a record time. You had to bit your lip very very hard to control the volume of your moans.
Your second orgasm was delivered to you by the scientist’s long nibble fingers exploring your warm sensitive flesh like his life depended on it.~~And in a way it did, because you were the sole purpose of his existence and making you feel good was his mission, so…~~
Lucien was preparing you for the third one, when you decided that enough is enough. After all, you came there to make him feel good, not the other way around.
So before your boyfriend could react you pushed him onto his chair and dropped to your knees with a grin, and when he stubbornly wanted to got up again, you batted your eyelashes a few times as you stroked his member through the fabric. He got the message and relaxed into the seat. But don’t be fooled, he was still in control.
“Such a good girl.” He praised you when you were undoing his belt. He gripped your hair guiding your face closer to his crotch.
You’ve given Lucien a blowjob so many times already, you knew exactly what to do. You licked, sucked, bobbed your head and massaged with your hands what you couldn’t fit into your mouth.
Every sigh from the professor was making you shiver so you worked even harder to hear more of them until—
Knock knock knock
“Professor, excuse me…” From behind the door the head of one of Lucien’s assistants peeked out and before you could do anything he saw the position you and your boyfriend were in and immediately panicked. “Oh my— I’m—I’m so sorry!”
He was long gone before you could even pull away from Lucien, but you didn’t miss the murderous stare professor had while looking at now - fortunately - closed door. You didn’t know if you should laugh or collapse into the ground from embarrassment.
You were sure your face was redder than a tomato. Luckily, knowing Lucien’s reputation no-one would be so stupid to tell anyone about this situation. Or so you hoped so.
Before you decided on your final reaction to the intruder, Lucien’s palm grabbed a handful of your hair and he brought your head closer again so that your nose was brushing his hard moist cock.
“I believe we have some unfinished business here, butterfly.”
~~Weirdly, you never saw this assistant in the Research Center ever again…~~

Kiro

Kiro loved music almost as much as he loved you ~~and his snacks~~.
So he was taking every opportunity he could to show you around his studio, write music with you and compose.
~~And do other, less appropriate deeds.~~
For the longest time Sunshine Boy couldn’t find inspiration for his newest song. He tossed and turned in his bed every night and skipped meals because of it. He didn’t want to disappoint his fans and you, his greatest biggest fan!
But only if he knew that bringing you with him to the studio would be the cure for his lack of inspiration, he would’ve done it already days ago. Why didn’t he think of it sooner? You were his muse after all! Your moans were the greatest music to his ears!
So that’s how you ended up with Kiro pounding into you from behind tightly gripping your hair to guide your head nearer to the microphone so that every one of your whimpers could be recorded properly.
The speed of his thrust was setting a rhythm that he wanted his new song to be in which gave him a plethora of sounds escaping your mouth. Oh how much he loved those sounds.
Gripping your hips he angled you a little more so that he could go even deeper, take you even better. He was sure he was leaving bruises on your skin with the force of his grip, but he didn’t care. He would smother them with kisses later.
“More, Miss Chips. I wanna hear you more.” He murmured as his hand circled your waist and his fingertips pressed onto your swollen clit. If you didn’t know better, you would think that he wanted to kill you from the sheer amount of pleasure he was causing you.
Your moans were getting higher and higher and Kiro knew it was because you were getting closer to your release. He loved that moment, right before your orgasm when your muscles were clasping around his cock trying to milk him from everything that he had, and your eyes were rolling onto the back of your head and you legs were shaking like leaves on a windy day and—
Bam bam bam
“Kiro, what are you doing in there?! Our recording session starts soon!” Savin’s voice sounded from the other side of the door and Kiro cursed under his breath that he was interrupting his own recording session.
You on the other hand squealed and tried to move away from your boyfriend but he didn’t let you.
He slowed down his thrusts and clamped a hand over your mouth.
“We’ll be there in a minute!” Kiro answered but his agent didn’t seem to be convinced because he insisted on waiting for you two at the door.
When you wanted to move away again, disappointed that you wouldn’t be getting the realest that you wanted, Kiro brought you closer to himself again and started snapping his hips into your once again. His hand still clamped tightly over your mouth.
“Well, maybe our recording is over but we can at least finish this.”

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Mon, 11 Jan 2021 17:58:15

The House on Thorny Cliff: Chapter 12 - (MLQC - NSFW) - Now Up!

Description:Dig a bit more into the manor’s mysterious new inhabitant in this next chapter of The House on Thorny Cliff!

New chapter now up on Pa*t*reon ✨ (please see link to page in my pinned post)! Happy reading, y'all!

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Wed, 01 Jun 2022 14:39:05

The House on Thorny Cliff: Chapter 11 (MLQC NSFW) - Now Up!

Description:A surprising revelation awaits in this next chapter of The House on Thorny Cliff! Please read on to find out, my lovelies!

New chapter now up on Pa*t*reon (please see link to page in my pinned post)! Happy reading, y'all!

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Tue, 24 May 2022 21:30:50

The House on Thorny Cliff: Chapter 10 (MLQC NSFW) - Now Up!

Description:The next man makes his entrance in this instalment of The House on Thorny Cliff! Read on to find out who! (HINT: ‍)

Next chapter now up on Pa*t*reon (please see link to page in my pinned post)! Happy reading, y'all!

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Tue, 17 May 2022 11:17:44

otonymous:

Under the Red Lanterns of Shimabara (MLQC Gavin - NSFW)
Description: Can love bloom between a ronin and an oiran? Find out in this bittersweet, alternate universe (AU) story starring Gavin Bai of MLQC fame and set in Japan’s Bakumatsu period (1853-1867)!
Warnings:NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language & mature themes — reader discretion is advised. Potential trigger warnings: graphic violence and mentions of death, trauma, civil war, historical inaccuracies for the sake of drama, mentions of alcohol and unhealthy coping mechanisms, prostitution, deflowering and angst
Word Count: ~4600 words (~24 mins of historical Gavin (Haku) angst with a serving of smut)
Perhaps it had to do with the way he moved: large hands reaching out, tentative and with a surprising gentleness, like one extending a finger as a perch for a delicate butterfly. Slowly, they bridged the gap between you and him, and you could do little but watch as he slid the geta from your left foot, his sword-calloused fingers making quick work of mending the strap that had snapped during your tumble to the ground.
“Can you walk?”
His voice was low, dark like smoke rising from ashen remains to kiss the cool rain. But you heard every word, exposed to the elements though he was while you sat beneath the shelter of the umbrella he had retrieved on your behalf, the swordsman having ran to where it had rolled into a ditch at the side of the road.
You nod without thinking, the meaning of his question lost the moment he wraps his fingers about your wrist to help you to your feet. And though it certainly wouldn’t be the last, it was the first time a man had touched you in such an intimate way.
Heat blossomed on your cheeks. Had you not remembered they were still covered beneath a layer of mud, you surely would have been embarrassed.
Full story up now on my Pa*t*reon page (please see link in pinned post)! Hope you all enjoy it and happy reading!

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Fri, 01 Apr 2022 21:11:17

Under the Red Lanterns of Shimabara (MLQC Gavin - NSFW)

Description: Can love bloom between a ronin and an oiran? Find out in this bittersweet, alternate universe (AU) story starring Gavin Bai of MLQC fame and set in Japan’s Bakumatsu period (1853-1867)!

Warnings:NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language & mature themes — reader discretion is advised. Potential trigger warnings: graphic violence and mentions of death, trauma, civil war, historical inaccuracies for the sake of drama, mentions of alcohol and unhealthy coping mechanisms, prostitution, deflowering and angst

Word Count: ~4600 words (~24 mins of historical Gavin (Haku) angst with a serving of smut)

Perhaps it had to do with the way he moved: large hands reaching out, tentative and with a surprising gentleness, like one extending a finger as a perch for a delicate butterfly. Slowly, they bridged the gap between you and him, and you could do little but watch as he slid the geta from your left foot, his sword-calloused fingers making quick work of mending the strap that had snapped during your tumble to the ground.

“Can you walk?”

His voice was low, dark like smoke rising from ashen remains to kiss the cool rain. But you heard every word, exposed to the elements though he was while you sat beneath the shelter of the umbrella he had retrieved on your behalf, the swordsman having ran to where it had rolled into a ditch at the side of the road.

You nod without thinking, the meaning of his question lost the moment he wraps his fingers about your wrist to help you to your feet. And though it certainly wouldn’t be the last, it was the first time a man had touched you in such an intimate way.

Heat blossomed on your cheeks. Had you not remembered they were still covered beneath a layer of mud, you surely would have been embarrassed.

Full story up now on my Pa*t*reon page (please see link in pinned post)! Hope you all enjoy it and happy reading!

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Fri, 01 Apr 2022 10:34:21

playheej:

Wonderful.
This is simple domestic fluff. I had so much fun writing it that I might do a part two if you liked it?
Gavin x you. (F!MC)
Words: 1.569
Beta by wonderful @victors-toe! ❤️
Warnings: I think there is none.
And as always enjoy!
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Gavin was wonderful to you.
He accompanied you grocery shopping, and would never complain, even if he had stayed up all night. He helped reach things too high for you on the shelves and would silently carry the bags. Even though you, at times, bought way too much.
He blushed whenever your hands accidentally brushed in public.
He gave you his full attention when you ranted, often about work. But he wouldn’t always offer advice, especially when he felt out of his depth with the chosen topic. Instead he listened, presenting his silent support, and made you delicious tea. He practiced in order to make it the way you liked. And if it was a really bad day, he added milk.
Keep reading

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Sat, 23 Apr 2022 14:04:30

playheej:

Red tulips.
~~I’m alive!!! Sort of…~~
Gavin × MC (I)
Word count: 558
Beta: The one and only Quiche! 2 weeks left! You got this!
Warning: I tried keeping to fluff only but… slllliiiiigghhtly suggestive…
Masterlist
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“I’m fine,” Gavin sleepily murmured, burying his face further into my neck. His breathy laugh sounded husky, tinged with sleep.
I didn’t answer him. Instead my finger continued stroking the livid bruise on his side, tracing as far as I could as it stretched behind his back.
He sighed contently, eyelashes tickling my skin as he closed his eyes and we lapsed into silence. I snuggled closer to him, relishing the warmth of his body spreading through me. The moment was short-lived, however, as I struck upon a sensitive area on his bruise. He winced slightly, his abdominal muscles stiffening under my fingertips. I instantly drew back, apologizing in abundance. “I hurt you, I’m so sorry.”
Gavin was quick to grip my wrist, pulling it back to him. “You didn’t,” he assured, keeping his hold on me as he lifted his head to look into my eyes. “I promise. Please, continue.”
Keep reading

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Sun, 17 Apr 2022 06:31:35

playheej:

A tale of a maidan and her stupid wolf.
Wolf!Gavin x MC. (F!MC)
Notes:this piece is the winner of the Halloween fanfiction contest of the Loveland Cuties discord server! I’m so happy to be a part of that server! And so happy to even be able to participate in the event to being with! Thank you all so much <33
2,215 words.
Warnings: suggestive undertones. Angst.
Also, this was done before having read the wolf!Gavin date in the game, so no spoilers.
As always, enjoy!
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The wind was a tricky thing, even to its owner. Useful at best, frustrating at worst.
The wind passed the looming trees, tracing the cracks of old in the wet bark. Notes of the scent sampled, a distant memory recalled.
It sifted through the grounds, caressing each straw of grass like a lover’s touch. It savoured the fresh clusters of dew in the early midnight.
From the tips of the trees to the depths of the earth, he felt each movement. Each individual break in the airflow traced back to its source.
On its return, it lined the leaves, stirring a soft rustle in its wake.
When it arrived, it washed over its owner, touching upon every nerve like a cold reminder. It graced an ear as it whispered the secrets of the forest. Each story told, a vestige forever imprinted, never touched but never forgotten.
A lingering memory, told to deafened ears.
His desire to leave was at war with his need to stay. Chains keeping him placed, reminding him of choices hidden in heart.
The wind was a tricky thing. A blessing and a curse. And sometimes, Gavin liked to turn it all off.
Keep reading

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Sat, 16 Apr 2022 15:19:59

sin-with-quiche:

Have a Taste…
Want your cravings to be satisfied? — Asks are Open!
My inbox would love a plethora of fresh inspirations and lovely conversations…
Just send me an ask and I’ll serve you delicious fics!
Rules:
Will not be writing LI on LI since I’m not familiar with those
For NSFW asks — Will not be writing huge age gap, incest, scat, threesomes, hardcore bdsm (subject to change)
Please note that if you do send me an ask , I’ll do my best to write it to my utmost capabilities, however I hope you’ll be patient with me

If anyone is need of a beta reader, I’m happy to help! Just dm me

*FYI: The submit button is not applicable and I’m waiting for a response from the theme’s developer on how to remove it. If any of you do know, I appreciate your help very much
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