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Victor Li: A-Z Fluff Headcanons: Part 1

Warnings : slightly suggestive in some parts (nothing descriptive), this is not proofread, reader is gender neutral!

Genre : you WILL get tooth decay from this much fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort if you look closely

Word count : 7.2K words

Additional notes : This is the A-Z fluff headcanons thingie, but since Tumblr has a paragraph limit (grrr), I was forced to split it into two parts. This is part one, from letters A to M.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

• Victor is, naturally, a very busy man. When one pile of paperwork is all signed and set to be delivered, it's Goldman who's frantically escorting him to the latest meeting with the board members. Once that nightmare's over, there's barely enough time to buy a plane ticket for that one business meeting he'd scoffed at but knew was necessary to attend, before he has to personally oversee his employees' weekly performance as his perfectionism demands him to do.

• That being said, Victor is far from being an all-work-no-play lover. In fact, the one thing he absolutely adores more than anything is unwinding with his s/o doing whatever comes to mind.

• For him, his go-to activity for date night is often a classy outing at only the best restaurants in town (and by best, he means that he doesn't care about the bill as long as the food is of exquisite taste and his love has a beautiful smile on their face), seeing as he was brought up into the elite upper class of society.

• That doesn't mean that that's all he ever thinks of! It's just what he was brought up to enjoy; refined eating.

• However, knowing his darling all-too-well by now, he would much rather prefer to take them with him to Souvenir and spend the day split between sharing kitchen chores (theirs being minimal, seeing as their cooking skills were... questionable) and dining together on the table looking out onto the lush back garden where the view lasted year-long.

• And who knows, maybe he'd let his love take a few tentative sips from his wine glass, a small smirk forming on his face at the way they adorably latch onto him the very moment their cheeks blush from the mild intoxication.

• The producer who'd snagged his heart, however, was keen on trying new, sometimes-slightly-embarrassing things with him, and Victor---no matter how hard he tries to seem stand-offish or pretend that he's surely not on board with their outlandish ideas---somehow always gives in to their pleas and starry eyes to whom he can never say no---what; and break his love's heart?!

• Whether it's an amusement park that mostly targets a 7 year-old audience, a cat café whom he absolutely refuses to admit he adored, a circus that he frankly had no interest in seeing, an aquarium that he funds and really never invested much thought into aside from financially, he just lets them drag him around. He's not being forced per se; he 100% wants to give in to their every request... after all, he's a dedicated man in love who'd give his s/o the entire world if that's what they so desired (not that he didn't once try to buy an entire country for them---vICTOR NO)

• But if all they want is a calm evening at home, Victor will make sure that his surround-sound system plays only the most calming pieces of Tchaikovsky and Schübert as they sigh happily in the massive bathtub (which could pass as an indoor pool with how big it was, really), pastel-colored bubbles popping with every gentle caress and whispered endearment.

• Drinks in hand sloshing as they converse happily, delight shining on both their faces, they relish the luxury of bath-time together overlooking the magnificent view out of the bathroom window. At times like these, Victor forgets that he's Loveland's City's busiest, most work-swamped man---and for a few moments, he no longer worries about the unknown future he has no control over, thoughts of his dummy's tranquil smile mulling over in his head.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

• Victor is a man who deeply appreciates all forms of beauty---after all, he did grow up within the harsh criticisms of those with fortune, fame, and temptation. This upbringing demanded him having a refined, hard-to-please taste in every aspect of life.

• However, when it comes to love, Victor only knows complete and utter devotion; to hell with all the standards that this wretched society has set! All that matters is that that person causes his heart to thump like mad in his chest; his palms shaking yet his resolve absolutely sure and steady; his smile subtle but always armed at the ready with how endearing they simply are.

• That doesn't mean that he doesn't find his love the most beautiful person in any room---no; the most beautiful person of all! In his eyes, all things pale in comparison to them: the waning moon ahead not so bright compared to their eager eyes, the night-time lake by his mansion not so shimmering compared to their gentle smile, the Egyptian silk sheets on the bed not so soft compared to their luscious skin.

• And if their perfection was only limited to the outside shell, perhaps he wouldn't have been so foolishly in love, but as a matter of fact, the young producer's internal beauty glowed unlike any diamond he'd purchased previously for charity, or even for them. And that alone was enough to captivate him and paint him as a fool head-over-heels.

• No other person was as selfless, no other person was as giving and generous, no other person was as compassionate and understanding, no other person was as kind and innocent as they were... if personality were subjective, they'd win first prize for always being the best. And it was no surprise that Victor crowned them as royalty in his heart; truly befitting a king like himself.

• If he had to choose, though, nothing beat the plush feel of their lips, whether deftly pressing against his skin or caught in his in an almost-bruising kiss. Those lips always spoke words that lifted his heart---be it words of love that warmed his insides, or silly words that sent his stomach into a butterfly-filled frenzy. His idiot sure knew how to capture a normally-stoic man's heart.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

• Victor is a very rational man, who firmly believes in logic and takes a methodical approach when dealing with any issues. It shows in the way he handles his own problems, preferring to take a step back and have an overview of the greater picture. While he might have mounds of paperwork and schedules to stick to, when things start feeling all-too-much, he knows that the bird's eye view of Loveland City would embrace him with open arms---both soothing and beautiful. Once he's cleared his mind, he can for sure tackle any problems head-on.

• While he does encourage his love to do the same, he's well aware that not everyone has the same relaxation methods, nor does everyone find pleasure in the same experiences. He knows them just like the back of his hand; he knows exactly what to do when they're feeling a little down in the dumps.

• LFG's CEO is so used to wearing a mask on his face and erasing any emotions from being visible on his handsome countenance, and that's why softening up is exactly what his beloved needs.

• Releasing any tension and creases from his face, a welcoming tenderness etched on his face; that's all they need to see before burrowing their face into his sturdy chest and curling up to soak in his warmth and addictive cologne. Something about that smell and buzzing electricity was so... Victor.

• And when his hold on their thighs tightens, pulling them impossibly close as his lips alternate between leaving sweet pecks on their pouty ones and whispering sweet nothings and words of encouragement and deeply-engraved faith, they know that in him they find an incredible boss, lover, believer, and motivator.

• Splurging happens often on these occasions, as uncharacteristic as it is of him. He is a frugal man, but when it comes to their happiness, he's bound to max out his credit card frantically, trying his best to shower them in gifts.

• An outfit they'd been not-so-secretly eyeing? It's on their bed. A shiba inu plushie they'd reluctantly let go of in the toy store? It's cradled in their arms now. A diamond-and-white-gold earring that they probably couldn't believe was real? You can now spot it dangling from their ears. You name it, Victor's bought it and on his way to personally wrapping it up and gifting it.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

• Let's be real here: unless it was headed somewhere serious, Victor wouldn't engage in a relationship in the first place. He's just not one for idle chats and pointless pursuits; he's a man that's never once distracted himself from the goals he'd set for himself, and that's precisely why he's the city's most successful man at the young age of 28.

• He's only ever had eyes for his dummy, ever since that fateful incident in the middle of the street when he was just a kid and first found out what love looked like---and it looked like this little fool whose tears vanished the instant he'd whipped out his secret weapon of cooking.

• Since then, thoughts of them circulated his mind for every minute of every day, and to find out that they're the very same person he bickered with on the daily was stuff dreams were made of! He'd vowed to never let them go ever again; they were a treasure he'd stumbled upon twice so far and wouldn't want to ever loosen his grip on.

• Now that that's clear, he's an extremely romantic guy; red-roses-on-date-night, hand-resting-on-your-back, hold-your-umbrella, open-doors-for-you, clasp-your-hand-while-eating type of cliché gentleman. His mother who'd instilled so much love into him brought him up like that, and he wouldn't give that up for the world---especially when he finds himself having a genuine smile on his face whenever he does that for his dummy.

• For someone who has such an idealistic yet personal image of love, he's one who carefully plans out every major step of the relationship beforehand, because he knows for sure that these are steps he'll definitely take in due time.

• His EVOL ironically of pivotal importance, he is not one to rush, and simultaneously not one to take too long. He paces everything at a rate that shows his lover that he values their comfort, but also shows how serious his intentions are with them.

• He'd be lying if he said that he hadn't attempted to visit the future multiple times in hopes of knowing what's in store for them. After all, he wants nothing more than that home-y vision in his mind.

• A warm and loving atmosphere in their house, caramelized scents wafting through the corridors, distinct laughter of two delighted kids who'd received all the love there is from their parents, mixed with the delicate meows of their kitten litter, paws padding along the rooms leading up to the couple who'd been cuddling by the fireplace, hands entwined as their wedding rings glistened in the glow from the hearth.

• Would his empire still stand? Absolutely. Will his producer monopolize TV stations world-wide? Without a single doubt yes. Their long-term plans ensured wealth and prosperity for their flourishing family. And Victor wants nothing more than to set these plans into stone as soon as possible.

• He'd love them till they're old and grey, barely able to move but more than able to love. He might not be the most openly affectionate person, but his adoration for them would transcend time and space.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

• For Victor, it's almost impossible not to be the dominant one, and it's partially due to the circumstances at which they'd met the second time around. Being their boss demanded a formality between them at the start of their relationship, and frankly the age difference--though barely any at all--meant that Victor still had to be respected regardless of position.

• His lover's naïveté awakened this naturally nurturing instinct inside of him; his desire to protect them as much as he could without suffocating them or pushing them away. It wasn't that he had to; he wanted to guide them to their success, gently nudging them towards the right path; he enjoyed doting over them and fussing over how much they'd eaten and if they'd drunk at all; he relished in the feeling of their agitated voice washing over him, ranting to him.

• There he was, dashingly clad in his pressed suit and wine-red tie, imposing in every single way, a gentle hand curled around his s/o's waist, both slightly possessive and proud of them. How could anyone not think of him as dominant?

• But when it comes to things he could do to please his lover, he certainly mellows out and becomes the softie everyone knows he is with them. After all, he lets them drag them all the way to the Taoist temple, allows them to place cat ear headbands on top of his somewhat unruly silky hair, and doesn't deny them when they place haphazard kisses on his neck (that's as far as they could reach), accidentally getting lipstick smudged on his pristine white collar.

• While he does often put his foot down (sometimes due to his immense worry for them and sometimes because of him genuinely fearing something would negatively impact his work), his assertiveness and dominance don't cancel out the fact that he's a brilliant lover that is capable of being passive to ensure their happiness.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

• Again, courtesy to his impeccable upbringing, Victor isn't the type of person to go looking for trouble or pick fights. He prefers working out problems with logic, and avoids altercations at all costs. He's a very mild, emotionally stable man, and intends to remain that way.

• And while he despises useless arguments and rising tempers, he isn't blind to the fact that any couple in the world is bound to have at the very least a few fights to their name. While it does unsettle him since he enjoys peace and tranquility, he's never once let the idea infect his brain that he should give up on them.

• During fights, he wouldn't have any qualms trying to keep his volume in check. However, probably because of his line of work, his words themselves have become sharp weapons. And often, he reflexively wields these blades against his beloved.

• Quick and witty, his responses when provoked are more than likely to be hurtful and sharp, though short. Oftentimes it seems as though he's got no regard for what stumbles out of his mouth, and other times it seems entirely intentional. However, it is neither, seeing as he means to respond fast but never watches the after-effect.

• Does he regret it? By God, does he. Guilt consumes him and nearly devours him when he sees tear-tracks on their face as they throw back hurtful words, or even worse, sit back with an empty look on their face.

• But you see, for Victor, a man with so much dignity, he's never found apologizing easy. It takes him at least a couple of hours to clear his head, opting to be mature and being the first to apologize after every lovers' spat (they're not often too either; he's a peaceful man).

• If it's his sweetheart's who's upset him, he's bound to take a couple of days to forgive completely. While he is putty in their hands, his pride and ego do get wounded. He's not immune to the aftermath of a fight, and grows quiet for a bit. Once they do apologize though, he's instantly back to the fussy and gentle-hearted Victor we all know and adore.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

• Unsurprisingly, Victor's main love languages are Quality Time and Acts of Service. He's an "actions speak louder than words" type of man, and makes sure his s/o feels loved with his every action.

• That would explain why, without a single doubt, Victor would be the most understanding and grateful lover there is. He's more than aware of the pressure that's on their shoulders (some of that pressure even being caused by him), and he knows how to detect the smallest gesture and word that express affection.

• He picks up on them and values them greatly, making sure to voice his gratitude with a simple but soft, "Thank you," murmured against ther skin, or with a personal full-body massage whenever he sees them rolling their shoulders in pain.

• He ensures that every romantic gesture is returned tenfold; it's only natural to do that when you've got someone you adore and wish to thank them and convey your own emotions as best as you can.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

• As a rather brisk and blunt man, Victor dislikes having to say anything that's less than the truth. He simply doesn't like dishonesty, because he believes that if he's to be vulnerable in front of one person, then he should bare his mind completely naked for them to see.

• However, sometimes Victor hides things from his lover; things they know would infect their mind like a parasyte and render them helpless and hopeless. He loathes having to put them through pain, he truly hates nothing more than having their pretty little head needlessly worry about him and the unforseen future.

• He wants to be their protecter; the person who can carry all their burdens. And how would he do that if he's weighing them down with his own troubles?!

• That's not to say that he'd be an elusive man who evades questioning and whatnot; he certainly wouldn't tell outright lies to his beloved who trusts him wholeheartedly. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't hide certain pieces of information from them, preferring to battle things on his own.

• If they do ask, he'll probably evade the question until it's been solved. Only then can he tell his sweetheart; he avoids having them worry, and at the same time their faith in his capabilities increases.

• Evol and pre-determined futures aside, he's brutally honest. There won't be a single detail his lover won't know about him. As such a pristine and goal-oriented man, he doesn't hold any lovers to his name, as he's more than once told his producer. But if there were ever any potential suitors or women who'd attempted to get with him, he's certainly telling his s/o before any problems might arise.

• His guilty pleasures, while he might not come outright and admit to them, he will show them in the subtlest of ways. After all, he's a man who prefers showing over telling.

• So is Victor an incredibly honest lover? Yes. But does he often hide the truth to protect the producer he holds so dear to his heart? Also yes. It's always an internal battle with him, and it's always the rational side that wins, in spite of the guilt gnawing at his insides.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

• Oh boy, did they! No one would ever even recognize Victor Li now if it weren't for his stormy expression and solid poker face during board meetings.

• However, the small, peaceful smile that instantly makes him even more ridiculously handsome than he already was, the impossibly tender look in his eyes, the loving lilt in his voice even as he teases... all of this just because his lover came into the room?! No way!

• He's mellowed out, that's for sure. Ever the formidable boss, that won't change for the sake of his company's future. However, as a person, while his morals and resolves usually remain the same, his entire personality has been softened to a degree he'd never imagined he'd reach.

• He's kinder, gentler, more encouraging, more understanding. While he still vehemently refuses to ever coddle his producer, that doesn't mean that he won't be the absolute best they've ever had, as well as the most loveable safe-zone.

• They'd also helped him come to terms with his mother's death, without ever making it seem like it wasn't much of a big deal. And that feeling of acceptance was rather unfamiliar to Victor, and warmed his heart like no other.

• So it's no wonder, really, that he lets them take him to places he'd never dreamt of going to before; that he enjoys trying out new things and experiences he'd previously thought were too "childish" or "for dummies." He'd gladly be a fool for them.

• On the other hand, he can see the way he's affected his s/o; anyone can, for that matter. His firm encouragement and constant guidance have hardened them and given them a protective shell so to speak, allowing them to battle onwards to achieve their goals.

• When things get too tough to bear, Victor's comforting presence is all they need to feel the warmth seep back into their bones. He's a miracle himself, ironically. And they couldn't be more grateful to see the effect he has on them.

• They can now shoulder on through problems with a calm-head and a steely resolve. They know what it's like to be a good boss and simultaneously a kind friend. They know what it means to see horrors and have someone at home to give you love and a listening ear. They can now win over anyone with their smooth-as-butter words that mix in with the formality demanded.

• They've truly come a long way from the haphazard scattered plans they'd set at the very start of Miracle Finder. And while it does owe to their own strength, Victor does get a great deal of credit for that. Incredible that they get the chance to love him just as hard as he loves them.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

• For a sentimental man like himself, he takes emotions very seriously and never underestimates their power and effect. His love for a little glutton urged him to search for them for years on end, and then take care of them with a vow to never stop until they're both old and grey.

• Jealousy is no exception. He knows what that feeling is; that rage that grows at sight of that police officer waiting for them for hours outside of work on his motorcycle, that envy when the blonde superstar invites them out to eat at HIS own restaurant of all places, that disgruntlement he feels whenever their shady neighbour accompanies them to the orphanage with a questionable look in his eyes, and the contemporary disgust etched on his face whenever that reckless rebel drags them to one of his concerts that left them smelling of cigarettes and cheap liquor.

• But deep inside, he knows that there's really no reason for him to feel that way. Didn't they just make love the night before, words of adoration thick in the air? Didn't he just cook them breakfast with them tucked sleepily under his arm? Didn't they just write him love letters stained with their perfume and stacked them on his desk with an innocent smile? Didn't they just earnestly wish on their birthday that they spend every living moment in his arms?

• And wasn't Victor Loveland City's most eligible bachelor? Wasn't his every-day mission to prove to them that he loves them with all that he has? Wasn't he a keen and observant lover who never left one detail amiss? Didn't he inscribe their name on a ridiculously expensive ring for that very same purpose?

• Such things he knows very well and is 100% sure of. They're what he tries his best to think of and remind himself that he really, really has no reason to feel that growing jealousy when they surprise Goldman with a home-made birthday cake with wonky letters in icing.

• Alas, that does nothing to quench his thirst to prove himself as the best. After all, Victor Li doesn't know losing; he's always on top of the game. And love is no exception to that.

• So there's always an icy glare directed towards whomever had dared to overstep their boundaries, as an imposing hand lies at the small of his lover's back, almost challenging everyone in the room to protest or go up against him. And who would, considering the sheer power in his stance, the inferno inside of him apparent from his stony facial expressions?

• He's not one to lash out or admit defeat, though. It's up to them to pick up on his change in attitude, and it's expected of them to soothe his jealousy with enough PDA to be affectionate yet still classy. And just like a proud feline, Victor preens at the attention he receives from his one and only. Pampering him always does the trick!

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

• Is the sky blue? Is the grass green? Is Victor Li a good kisser?

• Well, of course he is! He wouldn't DARE give his lover a kiss that's even a hair away from perfection. It's how he does things; immaculately and full of intent.

• His kisses are all-encompassing, and he makes sure that he's all his lover can sense. The smell of his cologne drenching their shirt, the firm but tender grip of his fingers at the pulse on their neck, his soft and warm lips plush against theirs, the strength of his tongue stroking against theirs as they swallow his breathy groans... he makes sure they don't miss a single sense that he's taken over.

• That's all in the comfort of their dimly-lit bedroom, though. When they're out and about in the city, or at a gala that they simply had to attend with their booming influence, Victor prefers to leave gentle, sweet pecks on his lover's lips that leave their eyes lidded with a mix of affection and happiness. It's that glow that has him barely holding himself back from ravishing them. And ravish them he does, whenever given the opportunity and privacy.

• His lips are a tempting mix of soft and warm, consuming them entirely, and leaving the taste of caramel and champagne lingering on their tongue and engraved in their heart. It's so uniquely him.

• For someone who's so work-smart, the producer was awfully daft sometimes, especially when it comes to understanding other people's intentions. And Victor's were sadly ignored (or so it seemed---actually, they just couldn't really bring themselves to believe that this incredibly powerful and sought-after man might be harboring romantic feelings towards them).

• It was on their birthday, when he'd taken them out for a night-time stroll in the Parisian streets (as if that's a normal thing to do; but perhaps for Victor Li it is quite casual). Standing in a quiet street, huddled close together as the lines between friendship, love, and work blurred over in the winter chill, his hands had sought purchase in theirs, mumbling a fond, "Dummy," under his breath at their sheer oblivion.

• Their prominent blush egged him on and gave him the green sign he needed, and he could only comply by pulling them closer to him, until their tweed coat entwined with his raincoat, and his plaid scarf tangled them together.

• Their gentle laughter in the air, mixed with their distinctly sweet perfume had Victor's mind going at a mile a minute, and he couldn't function properly with the way they were looking up at him with their shiny eyes and rosy cheeks.

• So it was just like that, shielded in each other's arms under an awning as the rain started to pour all around them and form puddles on the uneven sidewalk, that he realized just how badly he wanted to kiss them.

• And kiss them he did, with a tentative glance at them to gauge their reaction, before closing the distance that was barely there in the first place, moulding their warm lips against each other, hands still clasped together.

• Eyes lidded, not quite shut just to savor their blissful expression, red spilling onto their entire complexion, Victor's heart was thrumming in his chest at the soft contact between them, his mouth half-open mid-kiss in sheer happiness. And if the sweet hums erupting from their throat were anything to go by, then they loved this as much as he did.

• It didn't last long, perhaps a few seconds more than a light peck, but to Victor who'd been completely enamored by them as of recently, he might as well have stopped time (which he might have or might have not done...)

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

• A man of grandiose such as himself would never settle for something that they might forget, and yet for someone who enjoys meaningful acts rather than grand shows of affection, it's an internal battle for Victor to confess the more than copious amount of love in his heart reserved for the producer alone.

• Should he pull out at all stops and take them on a spontaneous trip to the Maldives and confess at the oceanside restaurant with their hands entwined? Should he buy a million vibrant red roses to swamp their address until they literally cannot walk around their apartment, sent with a note of confession? Should he buy them a drop-dead gorgeous Tiffany & Co. set of earrings that would cost more than their yearly salary, the box engraved with those three words? Decisions, decisions...

• In the end, after many days of thinking, he settled on finding a middle ground; aiming for impressing them while also touching them with how meaningful it is. He doesn't want to overwhelm them, nor does he want to ever make them feel like this wasn't something huge for him.

• And so he takes them out to a restaurant that isn't the fanciest but he knows has an absolutely magnificent view overlooking the river, reserving the secluded seats beside the window where they could awe at the view of all the places they'd been to---together as a couple, as friends, and as co-workers.

• Reminiscing like that, they get a little lost in their memories, thinking back to all the times Victor had stuck by their side with a firm hand and an encouraging voice to accompany it. They only snapped out of it when they felt Victor's hand fall on theirs, his thumb brushing the back of their hand to bring them back to earth.

• Thoughts of him only filled their mind---and how could they not, with the way he was looking at them as if they held his entire world in their hands, and---wait, what was he pulling out of his suit?

• Eyes wide as saucers, they could only watch as the reflection of the candlelight flickered in his warm eyes while he presented them with a small box engraved with letters they could barely discern with how delicately they were carved: love transcends time.

• Shaking hands open the lid, a soft gasp escaping their lips as they see the absolutely gorgeous tennis bracelet nestled inside. It must've cost a fortune, but it was undoubtedly classy with how simple and yet extravagant it was. Something so Victor indeed.

• And when they managed to tear their eyes away from it and look back up at him, his earnest expression was enough to shake their entire being. Never before had he looked so vulnerable; so openly humbled; so naked with all his emotions. And the producer's cheeks burned, knowing full well that the intensity behind his gaze must've been intended for their eyes only.

• "I love you. In all my life, there's only ever been you, and fate's given me a chance to finally grasp what I'd been trying to hold onto for years. It's always been you. And that's why I say it with full confidence again: I love you."

• They're now choking on their own tears, welling up in their eyes at his softly-spoken words, his rich baritone warming them like never before. They'd never quite understood how heavy the word 'love' was, but with the way the syllable rolled off his tongue, they think they now have a fair idea of how much it meant and symbolized to one's heart.

• The single red rose he'd set earlier on the table was now gently picked up, presented with a half-smile, awaiting their reaction as they struggled to collect themselves once again. Who could, after such a confession of love?!

• They whisper that they love him. Over and over again. A plethora of times until they're a mess, giddiness enveloping them as they just can't wrap their head around the fact that the man they'd been so foolishly enamored by had been just as smitten the entire time. Funny how fate sometimes pulls strings in their favor.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

• Victor's life-long dream has always been to find that little glutton who'd saved his life once again, and live with them in a castle on top of a mountain with a crown on top of their head.

• While that didn't exactly happen as planned, it did come close to what they'd finally achieved together. As two of Loveland City's most influential public figures and business-people, they'd cultivated their own respective empires and settled down in their classy mansion downtown that never lacked neither warmth nor the smell of fresh cooking. The cat ears would have to do as a crown.

• In that manner, all he'd ever hoped for had come true so far, and it was time to take a few steps forward to ensure his dream's completion---a man can dream, after all, can he not?

• The first step towards achieving that perfect life he'd long yearned for was to tie the knot with his beloved and make sure that they carry the same last name as himself; the last name he prides himself having. The last name he always wishes they'd be associated with, as his partner for life.

• Nothing makes him rest easier at night than the thought that one day, once all of this is over and everything is stable, he'll not only have them in his arms every night, but even his wandering fingers would brush against the wedding band on their hand that glints even in the dark.

• The idea alone sends his heart racing and his throat burning with unshed tears that he struggles to hold back---out of sheer happiness, mind you.

• When he does deem the timing as perfect; when he believes that his s/o is on exactly the same page as himself and looks at him with a similar lovesick gaze, that's when Victor actively begins to proceed with his plan.

• He wants his actions to be simple and yet speak louder than his calm voice ever will, so it's only natural that he plans the proposal many months in advance to make sure that his question is one that will receive a guaranteed 'Yes' as a reply.

• For someone who values family so much and considers it as the reason why his strength was infinite at dire times, he'll definitely refer to his father. While they don't often bring up his mother because of the wounded look in Victor's eyes that never slips by unnoticed, Mr. Li tells him with a wavering voice that his late mother had left her wedding ring behind for reasons unknown (perhaps she knew that she wouldn't live for long and wanted to leave him something to remember her by).

• And when Victor sees the beautiful gold ring encrusted with diamonds whose sheer size and shine certainly were unlike any other he'd ever seen, he knew that that's the only ring he'd ever want to see on his lover's hands. His own family heirloom.

• And so, after spending weeks visiting the best jeweler in Loveland City to make sure that the ring was polished to perfection and cleaned till every gem blinded him in the light, his little velvet box was kept neatly hidden in his beside table, where his little dummy wouldn't think of looking if they've ever had the doubts.

• And even though he'd planned the proposal for literal months beforehand, thinking of how he'd pop the question under the exact same awning in the streets of Paris where they'd had their first kiss, how his tongue would spell out words of love inside their warm inviting mouth, how he'd go down on one knee and present them with the ring that would surely evoke tears in their eyes, how he'd take them to celebrate at the finest restaurant in Paris and feed his new fiancé/e with a tender look in his eyes, nothing of that came to happen, seeing as he completely threw his plan out of the window just a couple of weeks before carrying out.

• It was another rough day at LFG where nothing seemed to go smoothly. One of his investments seemed to be heading down the road of failure and the shock that he'd chosen to fund a loss was overwhelming him, they'd suddenly run out of coffee in the office which was bad news for someone like himself who wakes up at ungodly hours, the board meeting for the afternoon had resulted in chaos upon knowing that one company's funding had been a loss and an uproar against Victor began, he'd snagged the scarf his darling had knitted for him against a nail protruding from the meeting hall's wall, and his car for some odd reason took 5 whole minutes to start up despite having just returned from maintenance.

• His foul mood had been picked up on by Goldman from the start of the day, and as it progressively got worse, he found it well within his rights to call his boss's lover and warn them cautiously of the impending storm they might have to deal with as soon as he returns.

• And that's how Victor came home to the incredible smell of spiced steak soaked in his favorite wine (their cooking had improved massively while living with him, he had to admit), the dining room warmly lit and the fireplace crackling happily. The moment his sweetheart wrapped their arms around his slim waist and nuzzled their face in the crook of his neck, a soft "Bad day, huh?" murmured into his ear, Victor could feel his anger melt instantaneously, being replaced with that familiar light-headedness he associated with being with his one and only love.

• He felt so so grateful at that moment; like all the loneliness he'd felt growing up was all just so he could feel this holy bliss right now and truly appreciate it. He felt as though no pain he'd endured meant anything to him as long as he was able to have moments like these for his entire future.

• And all the preparation he'd made seemed futile, seeing as his entire plan was thrown out of the window the very moment he was wrapped in their embrace. He'd come to realize that this was all he wanted in a marriage; the simplicity they granted him that somehow was so extravagant to him. His throat was clamming up and his body was shaking a little bit, but you can't really blame the man for being so completely taken aback with the intensity of his own love.

• Just like that, he couldn't help but choke out the very words he'd prepared an entire speech to precede: "Marry me."

• Their lover didn't even untangle themselves from his body, didn't even raise an eyebrow in confusion, didn't let out a single gasp of shock. They just simply nodded, a blissful smile on their face, whispering into the solemn air, "That would be lovely," a small giggle escaping, "Of course I'll marry you."

• It was so much easier, so much simpler, so much more natural than he'd ever imagined it would go. It felt like he'd just breathed out, and they'd breathed in sync with him. Like it was something they'd been waiting for for a while now (and perhaps they really had, from the way they smiled so happily like their dreams had just all come true). Even when he gave them the ring he'd stowed away so secretly and watched the excited, loving grin they gave him as he explained that it was his mother's, it seemed as though all his worrying had been for naught. Nothing mattered except for the fact that his beloved was one step closer to being forever his.

• And after they'd finally tied the knot in a wedding equal parts magnificent and intimate, and gotten whisked away on a honeymoon that left nothing desired except for more of Victor's loving, their life as a married couple seemed to have amplified their mutual adoration.

• Their daily routine hadn't changed much, save for the fact that Victor seemed slightly more tender and pliant, bending to their every whim and want, even more so than before (ha! As if that was possible).

• Victor often likes to show affection by offering his help and services whenever he can, because he knows that wielding his experiences to aid his lover shows just how much he worries and cares about them, more than he lets on.

• However, after marriage he tries his best to express his emotions through words as well. Now that they're officially carrying the same last name, he feels the need to share everything hidden inside his heart, because his words of love will stay lingering in the air. And if needed, he'll make sure to stop time and spell out just how much he worships them with his lips and body.

• It's true that the both of them are often away on business trips alone, leaving the other party all alone in the huge house. And while it is indeed agony to be missing their other half, as time goes on, they realize that distance does make the heart grow fonder.

• As the time crawls by, it takes little for Victor to realize that perhaps the only thing missing from their life was someone else to love; perhaps more than one child to brighten up their days---that is, if his lover is up to it, of course...

• His faith in them increases tenfold; knowing that carrying his last name grants them even more power than their own name does. And that reassures him, because he knows that no one would dare challenge the producer from now on. From now on, they were as safe as safe can be. He hates that people doubt their abilities, as it counters his endless faith in them, but he knows that they are now unstoppable and have the means to show every single person that.

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kreng-krengg · 4 years ago

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Hi. If you are taking request, could you please headcanon about jealous (mlqc) boys over mc's ex. Sweet fight and after makeup. Thank you.

Don’t ask why this took so long, this was actually way angstier but I did try and pull some of it out. Now there is some fluff... but this is like 1 part fluff...3 parts angst (don’t hate me please, I know I finally come back during uni and it’s angst). That being said I do need to make this clear:

Warnings: Jacob (MC’s ex) is NOT a nice guy, I did include to physical assault (restraint) in a couple of these, and in Gavin’s there is mention of some serious blackmail (coercion into sexual situations w/o consent), there is nothing further than this. But if you cannot handle this material, you do not have to read this, I have fluffier pieces in my masterlist for you to enjoy.

Thank you, and it’s all under the cut (I’m not sure what tw tags I need to put so I put a couple but if I need anymore, let me know) :)

Victor:

You had invited Victor to sit in your meeting for the next series you were producing, you were bouncing in your seat in excitement as you had heard from Willow that she had managed to get a young director in to help with the show and you were just so excited to meet the new director.

Victor had noticing how nervous you were becoming calmly slipped his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers subtly under the cover of the table, you breathed out, glanced up at him and beamed at him, “Thanks Victor.” to which he replied with a soft “Dummy,” and using his other hand he tapped your nose, the two of you shared a soft smile as the door opened with a soft click.

“Y/N? Is that you?” a voice jolted the two of you out of your shared bubble.

“Oh- Jacob? No way, you’re the director for this project, that’s so cool!” you hopped up, detaching yourself from Victor, to his disappointment, and you bounded over to the young man smiling brightly up at him.

“Well as soon as I recognised the name of your father’s company, I knew I had to take the job, especially if it means I get to see you after a couple of years.” Jacob winked at you, causing you to giggle and Victor to frown deeply at the exchange.

Deciding to be the mature one in the relationship, Victor sighed and buried his distasteful feeling as he watched you continue to talk to the young man, as others trickled into the meeting room, the conversation only wrapping up as the meeting was about to begin, his sharp eyes trained on the conversation between you and this... acquaintance of yours. However, he couldn’t just stand up and stop you talking to other people, not just because he wasn’t about to control your friends, but also, he hadn’t even been introduced.

You returned to the seat beside Victor, with a smiling sigh and you glanced back at him, tilting your head in silent question at his serious mien. Victor simply shook his head slightly at you, and when you turned back your attention to the meeting, you did relax feeling Victor caress your knee lightly under the table, which helped the itchy feeling in his chest subside some.

For the duration of the project, you did notice Victor’s increased presence at your shoots, something that wasn’t out of the ordinary since you had started dating but he was never there as frequently as he was this time. Not saying you hated it, you loved being able to spend time with Victor, even if it was purely in a work setting as you knew how busy he was as a CEO, so you counted his increased presence as a blessing. Questioning a couple of times why Victor had decided to accompany you to the shoot, but after the third time when Victor gave you a teasing comment to distract you, you decided to just let it go.

Victor hated the prickly feeling he got in his gut whenever you were at the shoot and Jacob found every excuse to come and talk to you, he even involved you in things you didn’t need to, creating extra work and stress for YOU, but giving HIM so many opportunities to just be around you. Victor being at the shoot helped alleviate the stress from you as Jacob was less inclined to approach you when you were in the company of LFG’s CEO. Victor tried to stand in your vicinity as much as he possibly could, not only to keep you happy and stress-free, but that vile prickly feeling gave way to smug satisfaction when he watched Jacob begin to approach you, spot Victor and then his face would drop in disappointment as he returned to his work, you being none-the-wiser to this silent warfare.

After the meeting before you showed the final cut to the client, whilst you were leaving you were called out to by Jacob, smiling you gathered your papers, placing them into your bag and then followed him out to a secluded area of the company. You gestured kindly for him to continue with what he wanted to ask you.

“Y/N... I didn’t really take this job just to spend more time with you.” Jacob admitted, his brown eyes locking with yours.

“Oh,” you admitted surprised, taking a small step back having a sneaking suspicion of what Jacob was implying and wanting to create a little distance between the two of you.

Jacob took a step closer, closing the distance you had just created, and you backed away again, the back of our shoe hitting the wall, causing you to gasp slightly, as Jacob stopped his feet mere inches from yours.

“Y/N, I know it’s been some time, but do you ever wonder if there could still be a chance for us?” Jacob’s voice became slightly deeper as he grabbed your hand bringing up, clasping it with his, the action unfreezing your brain.

You began to pull your hand out of his, the struggle becoming a little frantic, “Jacob, no, I’m sorry but I can’t-”

“Can’t what, Y/N? I know the breakup was hard, but we were always close-” Jacob’s hand tightened around yours.

“Jacob, let go!” you pulled back so hard, your head hit the wall behind you echoing with a dull thud, and pain rippled through you.

“Y/N I-”

“Y/N, I heard-” Victor’s baritone voice rounded the corner before trailing off as he took in the scene before him. His eyes travelled from Jacob’s arm down to your conjoined hands, up to your pain-stricken face, your expression hardening his.

With no hesitation and with one fluid motion, Victor wrapped his large hand around your wrist and pulled you out of Jacob’s grasp and not even dignifying Jacob with a response, Victor simply turned and dragged you out of the company and into the car park. You silently climbed into his car and the two of you began the painful drive back. Victor didn’t make a sound as he drove, and you bit you lip noticing the white-knuckle grip he had on the steering wheel of the car.

Once you had arrived at Victor’s house, he shut off the car but didn’t unlock it. You were still trembling from the experience and the tension in the car, and you raised your hand to circle your wrist lightly, hissing as it twinged in pain. This noise caused Victor to whip his head towards you.

Victor cursed inwardly that his jealousy (yes, he was finally able to admit it) had completely blinded him in that moment, as soon as he saw Jacob with his hand around your wrist, he saw red. He couldn’t even think straight until he was sitting in the car with you in the passenger seat.

You noticed that despite the two of you being seated and buckled in the car, Victor didn’t move... he just sat there, hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He was so angry with himself; how could he not see this coming, he thought Jacob seeing him would make him think twice. But once again he took his eyes off you for a minute and now because of his negligence, you had gotten hurt. You took a deep breath, still shaking from the encounter with Jacob, and lifted your trembling hand until it rested over his.

“Victor...” you voice was barely louder than a whisper, “Thank you, I didn’t know how far it would’ve escalated with you hadn’t been there.” you shakily smiled as Victor turned his head to look at you.

Within an instant Victor let go of the steering wheel and had his arms wrapped around your trembling figure holding you tightly to his chest, before pressing series of firm kisses to your temple, as you gripped the back of his blazer tightly in your hands, if you weren’t shaking like a leaf you would have noticed that Victor’s hands were trembling slightly as well.

“I’m so scared of losing you.” he admitted eyes cast downwards as you relaxed in the warmth of his embrace.

You huffed a silent laugh, leaning your head back so you could look into his eyes, Victor’s softening as you offered him a shaky smile, “I thought you said you wouldn’t LET me leave.” you teased.

Victor rolled his eyes affectionately and flicked your forehead, “Dummy.” the pet name soothing your heart, along with the kiss brushed against your forehead, and you knew you wouldn’t leave this man for anything.

Lucien:

Lucien is very guarded with his emotions, as during his time working with Black Swan, emotions did nothing but get in the way of his master plan. Emotions affected your ability to plan ahead, and thereby Lucien chose not to get involved with things that could an impairment in his forethinking.

But falling in love with someone as bright, guileless and unpredictable as you isn’t something you can ever really plan for. Even then, from the time he first met you up until Black Swan was defeated and disbanded, every move he made concerning you was well-thought out and calculated to the nth degree.

Now, well let’s just say he was in uncharted territory, he had done his research beforehand, and thereby knew on paper that you had a boyfriend during your university days, but there was always a big difference between what’s written on paper and actual human emotions.

So, when Jacob appeared seemingly out of the blue Lucien was a tad blind-sided, you had accompanied him to a conference on mental development in children, as it was soon to be mental health awareness week in Loveland and you wanted to plan a series around that.

It was the break after one of the talks, and you were making small talk with Lucien, expressing your excitement, and Lucien casually mentioned he knew the professor that just spoke, and he was sure that he wouldn’t mind being on the show. Lucien felt a sense of pride seeing your eyes sparkle and he could almost see the gears turning in your head as you scribbled rapidly in your notebook, when a new voice disrupted the two of you from your personal bubble.

“Hey, y/n is that you?” your head whipped around to stare at the man beside you.

“Jacob? Wow... it’s been a while.” you were in shock, before catching yourself, introducing Lucien to Jacob. “Oh! Lucien this is Jacob, I knew him in university, and Jacob this is Lucien, my boyfriend.” Jacob’s jaw clenched as your tone became soft and affectionate when talking about Lucien.

Now you didn’t notice this, but Lucien definitely did.

Much to Lucien’s chagrin, at Jacob’s request, you and Lucien moved a seat to the left and Jacob slid in beside you. Throughout the rest of the day Jacob would not leave you alone, he spent his time with you and Lucien during the breaks and when the conference was finally over and the two of you packed up to leave, Lucien was accosted by another scientist that wanted to talk to him. He sighed inaudibly, and you patted his hand sympathetically, softly replying you’d happily wait for him.

Lucien quickly and succinctly replied to his colleague, his smile although polite was tight, as in the back of his mind he was constantly reminded that you were left alone with Jacob. Once he was finished with his conversation, he immediately returned to the area where he had left you and to his surprise you weren’t there.

A prickling fear crawled up his spine, his throat running dry, flashes of the many times you were in danger when his eyes weren’t on you ran through his mind on a loop. However, he slowed his breathing back to a normal rate, and calmly but quickly exited the building, where he soon heard your soft voice from the side of the building.

“Jacob listen, yeah we had fun, but Lucien means so much to me, so I’m sorry I can’t reciprocate your feelings.”

“Y/N I-”

“There you are.” Lucien’s smooth voice lilted over to you, and his posture relaxed a little seeing the relief shining in your eyes. Making his way over to you, he took a step so that his figure half-shielded yours, “Am I interrupting something?”

You reached up and gripped his arm tightly, and to calm you down Lucien covered your hand with his, his thumb caressing the back of your hand lightly. However, Jacob had the dumb idea that instead of backing down in the face of your boyfriend, decided to push further.

“Y/N, you can’t tell me you don’t still have feelings for me?” Jacob peered around Lucien to stare at you pointedly, and you choked of your breath at the audacity of this man.

“I-”

“She doesn’t,” Lucien stepped towards Jacob, levelling his voice and the surrounding area dropped a couple of degrees, and due to Lucien’s height being at the least 5cm taller than Jacob, Lucien’s cold glare as he stared down at your ex which caused him to lose his bravado and he stumbled backwards.

“How would you kno-”

“She doesn’t have feelings for you anymore because she has eyes.” Lucien’s tone broke no argument, “I have loved this amazing woman for long enough to know that she would never lower herself to give a second chance a boy who couldn’t treasure her the first time.” your eyes began to water with the emotion that swelled within you, at Lucien’s words.

Lucien felt your hand tighten on his arm, and the dull thud of you resting your forehead against his back, nuzzling it slightly as he released a soft laugh. Casting a sinister smile at Jacob, which caused him to gulp, scared of your boyfriend’s intimidating aura, Lucien led you gently over to his car stopping at the passenger side door, to turn towards you and gently raise your eyes up to his.

“Hey, are you okay now?” Lucien asked calmly, caressing his thumb against your cheek, and at his sincere affection a few tears slipped out of your eyes and you buried yourself into his arms as the situation finally caught up with you.

Lucien, being the perceptive person he is, realised this and simply gathered you in his arms and petting your back soothingly to comfort you. As you sobs became choking, and the hiccups wracked your body, Lucien hushed you and muttered soft words into your ear to calm you down.

“L-l-lucien, I- I- I-”

Lucien hushed you repeatedly, “Now, now, take a breath. I’m here, you’re safe.” he continued to repeat these words to you as you collected yourself.

Taking a shaky breath, you pushed slightly away from Lucien, blinking your shining eyes at him, Lucien tilted his head as he waited for you, “I love you.” you whispered reverently.

Lucien laughed ruffling your hair affectionately, “My silly girl, I love you too, now are you ready to go home?”

You wiped the tear tracks from your eyes and smiled, nodding, as Lucien gallantly held the car door open to escort you home. The whole way home, you thought smilingly that you were glad that you had your heart broken before, so that you could a man like Lucien to mend it back again.

In the days to come you did wonder if he was jealous of Jacob, but Lucien being the master of making you run around in circles, managed to steer the conversation each time without admitting the truth and keeping this secret locked tightly away in his heart.

Kiro:

The entire company felt like it was bubbling in excitement, and the title of ‘most excited’ could go to either you or the superstar sticking to your side like a puppy. When Kiro realised he had a week free in his schedule, something that never usually happens, he burst into your apartment and with breathless excitement agreed on the spot to be a part of any show you wanted.

Although you did ask if he wanted to use his break to you know... REST, Kiro gallantly declared that if you didn’t have a vacation period as well, he might as well spend his week with you at work as that was his only plan for the week anyway.

So here you both were sitting at the set of the shoot, where you had planned for Kiro to do a show going through his favourite places in Loveland that give him inspiration during his songwriting sessions. You had planned this with Kiro in mind, as you knew he’s an active person, and the draw of Kiro taking the viewer on a somewhat personal adventure, would really draw the viewers in.

You were waiting for the director of the shoot to arrive; someone you hadn’t met yet as you left that decision in the hands of the capable Anna, all you knew is that it was a young up-and-coming director that had recently done some work on a popular short series as the assistant director.

So, when I say you were shocked when your ex-boyfriend walked in, it’s no exaggeration, you froze, gasping slightly and began to tremble at the sight of him. Kiro furrowed his brows, reaching over and tightly clasping your hands together, rubbing comfortingly circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, but otherwise he remained silent to assess the situation.

“Y/N, long time no see.” Jacob sneered at you, causing you to further shrink into yourself, and Kiro became on the alert.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself and said with minimal stuttering, “J-jacob, yeah I-I haven’t s-seen you f-for a while.”

Kiro stood abruptly, taking a half side-step to shield you slightly and then held his hand out towards Jacob, saying in an icy tone that held clear tinges of Helios, “Kiro, nice to meet you.”

Jacob finally pulled his eyes from you to Kiro and said a simple but strained “Likewise.” as his hand was nearly crushed in Kiro’s. However, catching a glimpse of your interlaced hands, he smirked derisively and threw at you, “Ah, I see how it is.” before turning and leaving.

Once he was gone, Kiro turned to you, and knowing the two of you couldn’t cause a scene whilst on the job as it would be damaging to both your reputations, simply pulled you in to a tight embrace and kissed your face in little tickling butterfly kisses until you were once again smiling that smile he fell in love with.

Over the course of the week, Kiro noticed that Jacob seemed to be actively seeking you out, Kiro tried to be by your side during every break you had, shielding you from your fear, but from the corner of his eye whilst the shooting was going on he would notice Jacob would pass by you, whispering something that would make your eyes dull and your lips pull into a frown.

When I tell you Kiro had to hold himself back, he knew you had dated before and alongside the feelings of protectiveness he felt, a little demon danced in his head every time he watched the two of you stand side by side, looking over the camera monitor to look over the footage. That prickling, cold, itchy feeling of jealousy literally tap-danced through his Mindspace but he kept telling himself that your comfort was more important, and he forcibly repressed his jealous feelings.

However, on the last day of filming it all came to a head, as you and Kiro were about to head to lunch, he was sitting at the make-up chair, and you told him that you were heading to the bathroom and he could meet you at the entrance to the ladies’. Kiro nodded, and watched you go with soft eyes, he knew that you were relieved that to finally be done with this shoot, and Kiro hated your ex for casting such a heavy dark cloud over what should have been a fun time for the two of you.

Looking around the set, Kiro realised with dread sinking into him that he couldn’t see Jacob, standing from the make-up chair after thanking the make-up artist, Kiro quickly made his way out of the set and towards the direction you would have walked in. Reaching a quiet series of corridors, Kiro suddenly heard you scream “Let go!” and with his heart pounding in his eardrums he ran around the corner to a sight that made him sick.

Jacob had one hand wrapped around your wrist in a vice like grip, and the other was wrapped around your waist. You were clearly uncomfortable, as you were trying to no avail to break from his grip.

“Hey!” Kiro called, and it really stroked his ego to see your eyes shine in joy at the sight of him, he reached over and in a rough tug, pulled you from Jacob’s grip into his embrace, where you breathed a sigh of relief and nuzzled into him.

Jacob backing away slightly from Kiro’s menacing glare, spat a simple “You’re not worth it.” and walked away, as if knowing Kiro couldn’t beat him up due to his reputation. However, Jacob was a distant thought for Kiro as he rubbed your back soothingly, pressing kisses all over your bruised wrists to rid you of Jacob’s presence and Kiro of the jealous beast raging inside him.

As soon as Kiro’s hardened stare met your watery eyes, he melted, nuzzling his nose into your tresses and just breathing in your scent to calm him, before calmly asking for your phone.

You handed it to him, confused at first but he hushed you gently as the phone rang before being picked up by Anna (who was helping you with the shoot).

“Hey, did you forget your purse again?” Anna teased as the phone connected thinking she was talking to you.

“Anna, it’s Kiro.” Kiro offered.

“What happened?” Anna tone became worried, her maternal instincts being triggered.

“It’s nothing too much, she had a run in with JACOB, and she’s a little shaken.” Kiro said, practically spitting your ex’s name with as much venom he could muster.

Anna had known you for years, and therefore had a sinking suspicion of what had occurred, “Take her home. We have all the footage we need, and I can handle things from here.” Anna told Kiro, and before she hung up, she told me sternly to “take care of you.” to which Kiro promised he would, pressing a soundless kiss atop your head.

“Come on Miss Chips, you know what the best cure for sadness is?” Kiro beamed, leading you out to where Savin must be waiting in the car for you two.

“Ignoring your diet?” You teased, your voice still a little shaky and weak.

“”For Miss Chips’ happiness, I’m willing to sacrifice my figure.” Kiro sighed dramatically and he was rewarding with your giggling.

“My Happiness? I think we’re eating to quell your jealousy.” You threw back at him, and his eyes widened dramatically.

“You noticed?”

“I thought it wasn’t quite as sunny recently, but thank you Kiro.” you tone quickly turned sincere, and having his feelings validated by you caused a slight blush to rise upon his cheeks, loving you all the more knowing you were as aware of his feelings as he was of yours.

Gavin:

You ran into him in the supermarket, Gavin had just come back from a mission and you had offered to cook him dinner as a homecoming present. Gavin, never one to turn down either you in his apartment or your homemade cooking, offered with a blush at the highs of his cheeks to accompany you to the supermarket.

Gavin pushed the cart, one hand on the cart railing and the other tightly intertwined with yours, whilst you walked down each aisle to restock Gavin’s kitchen, when you heard you name being called.

“Y/N!” and you and Gavin spun around in surprise.

“J-j-jacob?” you stuttered, and when Gavin felt you stiffen; he immediately went on the defensive, moving to stand half in front of you to protect you.

“It’s been a few years, hasn’t it?” Jacob said arrogantly, and after blatantly checking you out which made a shudder and Gavin’s stare hardened, “and I see your even more beautiful than the last time I saw you.”

“Yeah... It’s... nice to see you too.” you said quietly, hunched your shoulders slightly to make yourself smaller behind Gavin.

“Do you have business with MY girlfriend?” Gavin practically growled at your ex, and you had to bite your lip as you felt a hot flush in your cheeks at the sound.

“Listen, are you the new boy? Save your time with an easier girl, she’s not worth it.” Jacob sneered, and you gasped slightly, but quickly cast a concerned glance at Gavin, as you could feel the waves of anger rolling off him.

Gavin fixed his famous thousand-yard stare at Jacob, and as he loomed over Jacob, he caused him to shut his mouth, “She’s. Not. Worth. My. Time?” he ground out through gritted teeth.

Jacob took his eyes off Gavin and looked around his strong figure to sneer directly at you, revelling in the fear he still caused in you, “Isn’t that right Y/N, remember Valentine’s Day? We both know I was right when I said you would never find willing to put up with you other than me.”, remembering how Jacob tried to convince you to go further then you felt comfortable, and even during the break-up Jacob had you convinced that no one but him would be willing to date you, you felt tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and you sniffed quietly.

Gavin saw red.

“Don’t ever approach her again.” Gavin threatened Jacob, “You never deserved her in the first place.”

Not allowing Jacob to say anything else, Gavin pulled you along further into the supermarket, and you finished the rest of the shopping trip in complete silence. You kept throwing glances at Gavin trying to gauge his emotional state, and from his rigid state and deep glare you knew that there was a storm brewing under his calm expression, he kept this up until he has loaded the groceries into the storage compartment of the

Honestly out all the Core Four, I believe Gavin would be the most affected by the fact you had dated during the time he wasn’t with you. Gavin has been in love with you since high school, and he found it extremely difficult to deal with the fact that you were more experienced “dating-wise” compared to him, as I stated in previous HC’s and scenarios, I truly believe Gavin is emotionally damaged from his childhood and is very much starving for affection.

He tries so hard, bless his heart, and he would calmly ask you about your ex, despite the tension in his jaw and the white knuckles of his clenched fists he suffered through hearing all about Jacob and how your relationship began progressed and ended.

When you had finished, you looked up at him and your eyes softened at the sight of Gavin clenched fists, you covered his hands gently and brought them up to your lips pressing a gentle kiss to them, whilst Gavin watched wide eyed at you, tearing welling up in his eyes. When yours fluttered open you took one look at Gavin before cradling his head between your two hands and bringing it closer to rest his forehead against yours.

Gavin’s hands trembled as he raised them, hovering over your hips as you whispered gently to him, “Gav, it’s okay to be jealous, but I never loved him like I love you.” and the dam broke.

Gavin’s hands locked around your back like a vice, crushing you to his chest and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You carded your fingers through his hair, as you felt Gavin’s shuddering breaths against your neck. You simply shushed him slightly and continued to card your fingers through his soft tresses, waiting for Gavin to collect himself. Even when he was finally calm, he continued to hold you close before pulling away from you slightly, pressing a kiss to your temple, before leaning in to nuzzle your face.

You softly smiled at him as he simply stared at you, before he huffed and gave you a wry smile, “I’m sorry I got so jealous.” to which you simply shook your head to brush off his apology, and then placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb brushing his cheekbone as he tilted his head into your hand.

“Gavin, getting jealous means you care about me, you have nothing to feel sorry about.”

“I shouldn’t have fought with you about it, I guess I forget that you had a life outside of me, but still the way he spoke about you.” he spat bitterly.

“Gavin it’s not your-”

“I had no right Love, you did nothing wrong, But-” Gavin opened his eyes, smiling, “I can’t lose you; I’ve loved you for so long, and I guess I can’t believe there are things you share with me that aren’t firsts for you.”

“Gavin-”

“But-” Gavin cut you off, eyes blazing, “I’ve loved you too long, to let someone who couldn’t treasure you the first time around, come round and think he has a chance with MY GIRL.”

(When I say, your heart skipped a beat there and then, I-)

Gavin possessively wrapped around your waist and rested his forehead against yours, just breathing in your presence. “Love, whatever he did to you, he can’t hurt you now, I’ll always be by your side.”

“Gavin...” you whispered, opening your eyes and locking gazes with his honey-coloured eyes which had lost all its earlier anger and now showed the love he held for you in his eyes.

“I felt your fear, but know-”

“So long as I’m in the wind, you can feel me?” you giggled as you threw his words back to him, and seeing you were feeling better enough to joke, Gavin’s smile grew as he nuzzled his nose against yours, before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. He then helped you into your helmet securing it onto your head safely, patted the top twice.

“Let’s go home?” you asked.

Gavin’s heart swelled at how you referred to his place as home, “Yes, let’s.” and he felt all those ugly feelings of jealousy melt away as you wound your arms around his waist tightly and nuzzled you head into his back, as you both sped through the streets of Loveland City back to the safety of Gavin’s apartment.

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