#berryberry ask

[masonxmahir]

"You can't! That'd be a crime," Mason stated so seriously, "You can't deny me Moose either, we're bud now, that's a fact. And Cap, digs ya too by the way. Thinks you're cool, I know you can't hear him but I can translate. People sometimes ask if I speak dog but it's like the opposite ya know? Cap speaks human!" Summoning Cap, he let their familiar and Moose catchup too, despite him being magical and Moose not, Mason's magic was wild and fun, and Cap reflected back as such, bounding and barking, and talking to them as well, this day looked a little brighter than it had. "Wait.. you might be onto soemthing there" Mason said after a pause, "I thought they just like dump blue colouring into the slushie mixer. How would they do that with a real fruit though? Like grow it in a lab? And what would they name it? Bluerasp? Raspblue? Because berryberry sounds like a made up name to me."

"Yeah, anytime," Remmy said back lightheartedly. "'Sides, Moose loves hangin' with you. How can I tell him no?" They walked alongside Mason, still trying to sort through everything that had happened. It was harder for Remmy to really understand anything, being so new to all of this. But they could understand this. Simply hanging out with someone who they thought was cool, who they could help feel just a little better, maybe. Remmy stopped, blinked. "Huh," they said, before moving again, "never really thought about it. You think it's like, a real fruit they make? Like a cross between a blueberry and a raspberry. Is that possible, you think?"

[berryberrydairy]

I love your william being a good dad I swear it’s so wholesome 😭 so if I can ask? How was it when Michael, his first beloved child, was born? How was it the first time he saw him? The first time he held him?

Thanks! Yeah, he was a good dad before the whole murders happened.

I had to refer back to my fanfic for this,

Before Michael was born, William was really nervous. He was worried that he might ended up becoming abusive just like his parents but he promised himself he wouldn't hit his child. He even bought some parenting books for him to read.

After Michael was born, William was so happy and he was no longer nervous. He knew he loved and adored his first born child. He was the one who named Michael. He would carry Michael everywhere he went.

He couldn't let go of Michael even if he had to go to work. Mrs Afton had to take Michael away from him and pushed William out of their house. 😂

According to Mrs Afton, William spent too much of his time with Michael.

[seacottons]

This is a very weird thought but

If Yunho was an animal, He'd be a golden retriever but corgi butt

oh, you are most definitely right. he has the best cake in ateez

[a-soft-hornytiny]

If Yunho was an animal, He'd be a golden retriever but corgi butt

Corgi butt- 😂😂

[cometoceantrenches]

May i invade ur dms? 👉👈

please do!! SKKSKS

here ahve a cookie 🍪����

[crimsonbubble]

Lucifer's Pride

(warnings: fem!reader, demon!Hongjoong, overstimulation, oral [f receiving], fingering, extremely vague glove kink, nipple play, praise, claiming/biting, mention of blood, vague/brief branding, marking, implied creampie)

*more and taglist after the cut*

note: I got thrown back into my Obey Me phase so have this :D this will be a series because yes :>

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As the avatar of pride, he held himself to a great esteem. Hongjoong felt at ease knowing that he was the only one able to see you like this. He was the only one who could make you see stars with only a few flicks of his tongue.

His grip on you was rough, the material of his gloves digging into your thighs as he held you legs open. The noises he made which he ate you out were embarrassing enough to make you clench your thighs around his head.

Hongjoong focuses his mouth on your clit as he carefully rubbed over your folds. Your slick covered the faux leather gloves and allowed for an easy slip in. Though the foreign material felt odd the added texture rubbing against your walls so deliciously had your cunt clenching down around his fingers.

Hongjoong peered up at you though his eyelashes, watched with dark eyes as you moan and shake. Your hands are fisting the sheets, and your thighs are trembling around his head; you were a sight to behold. Hongjoong curled his fingers in a 'come hither' motion, letting out a breathy laugh as your back arched off the bed.

You tried to bite back your loud moans but with the way Hongjoong is fingering you and suckling your clit had your mouth falling open in a silent scream as you came around his fingers. Hongjoong moaned around your clit, grazing his teeth over the swollen bud ever so gently, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Your body fell limp against the plush mattress, chest heaving as you tried to recover from the mind shattering orgasm Hongjoong just gave you. Hongjoong slowly kissed up your body, his hands resting on your hips. "You taste so good, angel.." Your face burned as Hongjoong teasily took your nipple into his mouth.

He swirled his tongue around the bud, gently tugging with his teeth. He pulled off with a soft pop kissing his way to your other nipple to give it the same treatment. His left hand moved up to grope and squeeze your left breast, pinching and rolling your nipple. He pulled away from your chest, running his tongue along his bottom lip.

His eyes met yours with a dark desire, the type of look that had your thighs clenching as more slick gushed out of you. "Think you can take me, sweetheart?" Though it wasn't really a question as Hongjoong was nearly halfway in once he asked it. Your back arched painfully as Hongjoong bottomed out. He pressed soft kisses to your neck and cheeks, muttering out praises as you got used to his size.

"Fuck angel, you feel so good around me.." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his closer as he slowly rocked his hips. "Joong.." He let out a soft hum, suckling dark hickeys into your neck. "Move, please." Hongjoong moved his hands away from your body, quickly discarding his gloves as he moved to unloop your arms from around his neck.

He pinned your wrists to the bed, slowly sliding his hands up to intertwine with yours. You tightened your grip on his hands, a warm feeling bubbling in your stomach. Hongjoong moaned softly into your neck, his pace quickening when he felt you tighten around him. You leaned your head to the side, barring you neck to him. "Joong.. kiss me.. please." Hongjoong leaned back, wasting no time in pressing your lips together.

Hongjoong nipped at your lower lip before letting his tongue move alongside yours. You pulled away from his lips, a hazy look in your eyes. You leaned your head away from him, barring your neck to him. Hongjoong didn't need words to know what you wanted. You looked at him from the corner of your eyes, a silent conformation of what you wanted.

Hongjoong pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. He leaned into your neck, licking the juncture of where you neck and shoulder meet. His right hands moves away from yours to place itself on your stomach, his palm resting above your naval. "I love you so much." Those were his words before he bit into your neck, his canines sharpening as he ripped through your skin.

You felt a burning sensation on your stomach, a dopey smile playing at your lips. Hongjoong pulled away from you, amkimg you wince one his teeth left your skin. He lapped at the blood that dripped from the mark, the burning feeling on your stomach fading. Peering down at your stomach, once Hongjoong moved his hand, you saw a dark mark etched on your skin.

His mark.

As much as Hongjoong would love to savour this moment, the need to release got stronger with each slight movement. "God, baby, you're gonna make me cum.." Your toes curled in searing pleasure as Hongjoong's nails dug into your thighs. He let himself go as he chased both of your highs, throwing you over the edge once his fingers came in contact with your throbbing clit.

Your core spasmed around his cock, making it easier to ride out his high with you. His hips stilled while a broken moan left his lips. Your hands clutched tightly at the bedsheets, moans spilling from your lips as Hongjoong rode out both of your highs.

The two of you spent countless minutes entangled together, neither of you making a move to get up. The room was filled heavy panting and a comfortable silence. But beyond all that, there was love. A love that won't fade no matter how dark the days get.

It's in times like these that Hongjoong is truly able to appreciate what he has. His pride swells as you curl into his arms, pressing soft kisses into his neck as you feel sleep overcome you.

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@a-soft-hornytiny @berryberry-joongie @cometoceantrenches @ddeonghwva @hyetiny @multidreams-and-desires @serialee @spinster-sisters @strawberry-joong @yungisstar1117 @yunsangoveryonder @yunhospuppy

[op-peccatori]

Hopefully, Yours (part 2) | MLQC Victor

Fandom: Mr Love Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Victor/Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature 

Word Count: 8326

Summary: It took some cake, a friend, and some impulsive behaviour, but they got there. (part 2 of Hopefully, Yours)

Warnings/Tags: making out, language, my cheeseball antics

a/n: I was afraid of opening this doc at one point because every time I did I added more words to it ;; Also accidentally deleted the first draft, so I hope I didn’t leave anything out for this one. 

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After Hours | Victor and Y/n

200, 280 views • Feb 8th, 2020

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somsom 5 minutes ago

They’re both so nice. Victor’s always made out to be this heartless CEO, so it’s nice to see this side of him :) 

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tooktiktook  7 minutes ago

hmmmMMM

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cheribb 15 minutes ago

their eyes said more than enough <3 <3

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saltqueen 16 minutes ago

what i wouldn’t give to have someone look that soft over me

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Victor eyed the cheerful grin splitting Jason’s face, just a little uneasy in his seat. 

While having eager eyes on him was not an unfamiliar experience, he’d never been in a position where he was expected to talk about his feelings on camera. Not that he was about to confess in front of the entire crew of the show, but when it came to you the lines always got a little too blurry for his comfort. 

He got a little too eager.

“Just be nice,” Jason had instructed gently, and Victor steeled himself. 

They started, quite predictably, by asking him about his ideal type. Resisting the urge to scoff, he tried to stick to the script he’d worked on with Goldman, who had insisted on being present for today’s shoot. Not that Victor was complaining; it wasn’t exactly part of the job description, but Goldman had been enthusiastic, which Victor could appreciate and would certainly reward. 

Goldman had also spent most of yesterday handling the public relations department in his absence, preparing them for his appearance on the show. A tentative plan would be sent to him by tomorrow morning. He had faith in them, believing that they would be able to make this look good for him. 

“Someone who works hard,” he answered, knowing you would laugh at that. “Who can be themselves around me, someone I can be myself around. Someone...kind.”

The times you’ve spent in Souvenir flit through his mind, some quiet and some full of bright-eyed chatter.

“You’ve known Y/n for some time, right?” the interviewer asked. She looked nice, but he’d been on the block long enough to know that even the kindest faces can often hide the sharpest teeth.

“Yes.”

“What do you think of her?”

“She’s a very kind person,” he said easily. “One of the most hard-working and inspiring people I’ve ever met.”

You would surely gape like a fool after  seeing this. It was a little embarrassing, but Victor was determined to leave your image shiny after this. He would not have any words of his twisted to give you a bad name. If it got even a fraction of his feelings across, well, that was a bonus he wouldn’t mind having. The intimate setting of the ferris wheel had seemed to help some, but his admittedly indirect confession didn’t reach you as he had hoped.

God, but his father would love this.

“Did you have fun on your date?”

“It was lovely.” They tacked on another question and he nodded. “I...yes, I’d love to do it again.”

It was a little curt, but he didn’t really get what Goldman had meant by ‘nod tenderly with a far-off look.’

What would you think of that?

The interviewer raised a brow, her smile widening. “Let’s get to it, then. How do you feel about her?”

For some bizarre reason, the first thing that had come to his mind at this question was his inexplicable need to check your social idea every day. And the way his heart beats just a little faster when you’ve posted a new picture. How, in moments of weakness, he’d given in and saved a few to his phone. Even a mental reminder of it made him a little hot under the collar.

There were many things he couldn’t even begin to try and explain when it came to you.

Really, the list is endless.

Victor’s current favourite was the video you’d uploaded of eating the tiramisu he’d cooked. He watches it at the end of a bad day and just like that, he feels a little better.

“I think anyone who ends up with her would be the luckiest person in the world,” he said honestly. “She’s beautiful in every single way.”

The last three words were supposed to have stayed in his head, but saying them felt natural. Goldman seemed to approve, shooting him a discreet thumbs up.

When you walk in, sleep-deprived and grumpy but trying to hide it, thinking he won’t catch on as if he isn’t running sharp eyes over every inch of your face. When the first sip of your coffee is too eager, leaving your tongue burnt and him with a pressing need to soothe it with his own. When you eat too much sugar and complain about a stomach-ache; he scolds you for it, but his arms are left straining with the need to wrap themselves around you.

He cherished these moments and wanted every single one all to himself. 

She makes me greedy.

“Would you want to be that person?”

Victor laughed, light and incredulous. 

Yes. Yes. Yes. 

“I guess time will have to answer that question for us,” he said, the ghost of a smile on his lips, leaving it at just the right note to keep viewers hanging—right along with him.

lightscameranaps ✓ @jasonp

Hope y’all enjoyed the episode! #HopefullyYours

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bandanaman @headaccs

@jasonp sooo really sorry about this but we’re kinda dying over here

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raspberrydream @berryberry

@headaccs Victor’s acc is still private. Maybe there’s something there? 

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srirachafire @hotsauce

@berryberry But Y/n’s isn’t private, and there’s nothing there. Give it up guys, they’re just friends. 

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bandanaman @headaccs

@hotsauce bruh that look?? was not friendship 

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raspberrydream @berryberry

@hotsauce those words?? were not friendship

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srirachafire @hotsauce 

@headaccs @berryberry you two?? are hopeless romantics

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lightscameranaps ✓ @jasonp

@headaccs honestly? me too D: 

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bandanaman @headaccs

@jasonp !!!!!! asdfgdvsd

Closing your Moments and the entire thread discussing the episode, you flop back down onto your mattress. Reaching for your newest plushy, you hug it tight, perhaps a tad too aggressively. 

It’s odd. You struggle between the visceral sort of pleasure that comes from a job well done—because the response is terrific—and the trembling nerves that come from watching yourself on a date with Victor.

Watching the episode had been harder than you had expected; you hadn’t quite been expecting the way Victor was looking at you—the intense gaze was a little too convincing, and watching it from the audience’s perspective was flustering. 

You spent most of it trying to suppress the inconvenient surges of hope, telling yourself it wasn’t real.

There really was nothing to know. The ferris wheel shot had ended there because you had nothing to say to Victor’s answer. You don’t know if he was referring to his past or his present, but the look in his eyes made it clear: his feelings were still there. Instead of pressing him, you chose to stay quiet, exhaustion clear in your face and sinking deep into your bones.

Victor had seemed to understand and maybe even appreciate it, probably not wanting to discuss it either, and only insisted on dropping you home. The ride to your place had been mostly silent, but you had tried to ask him his thoughts on the day and the shoot. He kept his answers concise, appearing a little distracted, which was so unlike him it made you wonder if he regretted opening up.

You’d spent the entire ride trying to quell the delicate little thing trembling in your chest.

The next video started while you were lost in your thoughts, and it happens to be your individual parts. Curious, you lean in, wincing slightly at the way you were fidgeting. 

And then they switch to Victor. You both had to wear the outfits from the date for these, but you still weren't quite expecting the impact his voice alone would have on you. 

And as always, those fierce eyes have you freezing in place.

“Let’s get to it, then. How do you feel about her?”

He looks unfazed by the question. Of course, they go over the questions with you beforehand, but you still remember how nervous you’d felt when asked how you felt about him; Victor’s eyes flick towards the camera, filled with intent, as if addressing you—and you close the laptop with a snap, your throat tight.

You don’t have to watch that right away.

You had been very careful about what to say, how to act, channeling your inner-Victor to adopt a marble-smooth expression. Say nice things about him? Easy, you didn’t even have to make anything up. Imply just enough to keep people guessing. 

Keep your unwanted feelings to yourself. 

Palm coming to rest over your heart, pressing down as if it would alleviate the ache there, you try to sort through your thoughts. You never really thought there was a chance, but to hear it confirmed was a blow you weren’t prepared for. 

It’s ridiculous to feel so insecure, you think. You feel like you lost a competition you had never even had the chance to compete in. And over an unnamed, mysterious figure? So silly! 

But another part of your mind says it’s okay to feel this way, that it’s only natural. You’ve had such strong feelings for Victor for so long. And all of these feelings, the good and the bad, are yours; the wounds of your heart, the light in your laughter. Fighting them would only make you suffer. The love and the hurt are part of you, both important in their own right.

Knowing all of that doesn’t make it easier, though. 

After all, Victor had alluded to his feelings on camera, to your face. Knowing him, he would never do that unless he was sure about the person. 

“This fucking sucks,” you admit out loud, and at the heels of your words come the tears. Because, to make it even worse, people really seem to think it’s you. 

You can’t blame them, because even you had been taken in by his soft looks. Anyone watching would believe he’s smitten with you. Good for the show, terrible for you. 

You’re not strong enough to reply to them, to tell them you aren’t that fortunate, and have been hoping Victor, or someone from his team, would put a stop to it. 

But there hasn’t been any word from them and you curse out loud at the fact that he expects you to do something about it. As if there’s any more emphasis needed, your phone vibrates. Unlocking it with a miserable sigh, you scroll down quickly.

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Minor [19:40]: am I watching this right? Boss, are you dating the CEO? PLS SAY NO

Chik [20:21]: You bitch. When were you going to tell me you snagged THAT? So I was right back then, ha! Anyway, you two are adorbs. The puppy eyes are disgusting. I’m proud of you.

Chik [20:22]: also...deets. Now. I’ll even throw in a please!!! 

Lucien [20:40]: Well, now. I seem to have missed out on quite the opportunity.

Kiro [20:45]: I wish you’d invited me. But I guess it wouldn’t have mattered. I hope he makes you happy, Miss Chips! He better, or else ;P

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Frowning at the texts you scroll back up, hoping, hoping, hoping, and at the sight of the name that always sits at the tip of your tongue, you curl up tighter.

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Victor [21: 05]: Are you okay?

Y/N [21:20]: I’m fine. Moments seems to be blowing up, haha. Did you watch the episode?

Victor [21: 20]: Yes.

Victor [21: 21]: Did you?

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You pause at that, looking guiltily at your laptop. You had, sort of. Fighting off your own thoughts had taken up most of your attention. Resolving to watch it again—a clear display of previously dormant masochistic tendencies, roused by Victor— and actually pay attention this time, you turn back to the screen.

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Y/N [21:22]: Yeah, but not the individual parts. It was nice, they made it seem so real! But we’re going to have to say something to let them know there’s nothing like that.  

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You wait anxiously for a reply, a part of you clearly suffering from delusion hoping he’d oppose that. When there’s no text from him for a few minutes, you plug your phone in to charge and get out of bed, heading for a quick shower before you get something to eat.

Heartbreak hasn't been enough to curb your appetite, and you feel more than ready to let dessert have the chance to make you feel better.

Who needs Victor when you have cake, right?

Just as you’re halfway through cutting a slice of the cake Jason—well, his team—had sent as thanks, trying to keep your thoughts away from the bottle of wine you‘ve got tucked away, your doorbell rings, breaking the melancholic silence of your apartment. A part of you wants to roll your eyes at your dramatics, while the other feels you have the right to wallow for as long as you need to.

The irrational side of you stirs once more, conjuring thoughts of Victor rushing over, and you peep through the hole with a wildly thumping heart. 

Lucien’s serene smile chases those thoughts away, and you open the door with a sheepish grin. 

He looks a little tired, his dark bangs ruffled; unlike his usual sharp appearance, he looks impossibly soft in his barn red sweater and comfortable looking track pants. He’s also got a folder tucked under one arm.

“Hi!” 

“Sorry to drop by so late,” he greets you, his warm eyes bringing you a little comfort instantly. “But you mentioned you’d be working on Miracle Finder tomorrow and I wanted you to have the chance to go over my remarks before that.”

“Lucien! Thank you,” you insist, waving away his apology. “Would you like to come in? I’ve got cake.” 

He searches your face for a moment, and his eyes narrow the slightest bit. You feel a little self-conscious in your over-sized sweatshirt and shorts, but it’s not like he hasn’t seen you in various states of disarray before. 

“Can’t really say no to that. Let me get my laptop,” he finally agrees. You wait at the door as he gets it, before leading him in. But you notice his curious, inquisitive looks, so subtle and so Lucien, as he toes off his shoes.

“Everything okay?” You reach for another plate, cutting a second slice as Lucien takes a seat at the table. 

“Yes, of course. It’s just,” he hesitates, and there’s that odd scrutiny again. “I wasn’t expecting you to be alone.” 

“On a Sunday evening?” The first bite of the cake tastes like sweet comfort over the taste of despondency, and you send a silent thanks to Jason. “I spent the day napping.”

“Well, after the show I just watched,” he says, quite slyly in your opinion. “I wasn’t even sure if you’d be home.”

“I didn’t know you were interested in dating shows.” You’re aware your tone is more than a little petulant, but Lucien only laughs around a mouthful of the cake. 

“I am if you’re in one,” he retorts. “This is quite nice, by the way.” 

“The director, Jason sent it. And, honestly, it wasn’t planned. We were supposed to have Kai and Hollow on, but they ended up clashing horribly. Jason asked me and Victor was around, so…” you trail off, uncomfortable. 

“Is that why you texted me that day?” He seems to have remembered your message, and you wince slightly. You had texted him later with an apology, but hadn’t really expected him to cotton on. He doesn't look mad, just expectant.

“Well, yes, but Jason wanted, he wanted Victor.” Stumbling over your words, heat suffuses your skin as you flounder for a moment.

Lucien watches you with the eyes of a fox and the understanding of a good friend. “Just Jason?”

“Huh?”

“Was it just Jason who wanted Victor?” he asks, tilting his head as your mouth purses. 

No, no, of course it wasn’t. You stare down at your half-eaten cake, the other half of it beginning to churn in your stomach. His small, soft smiles. His scent. His rants on street food and the way he dragged you away from food that would ‘absolutely make you ill, you absolute dummy’ as Jason resigned himself to having to cut all of that out. It all comes back in a rush, your head left feeling heavy.

And then it feels the weight of a hand, as Lucien reaches over to pat it gently. “Never mind. Why don’t you get your organizer and we can go over tomorrow’s episode?” 

Relieved, grateful and slightly emotional over his silent acceptance, you rush to your bedroom to find your notebook and laptop, barely catching the light of your phone screen before it went black. Unplugging and checking it as you exited the room with your materials in hand, your train of thought comes to a screeching halt.

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Victor [21:59]: Do you really believe that?

Victor (2 missed calls)

Victor [22:15]: Y/n.

Victor [22:16]: ...Did you fall asleep?

Victor [22:18]: Dummy. Goodnight. 

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Unwilling to delve into what his first text means, you shift your thick planner in your arms and type a quick reply. 

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Y/N [22:19]: Hi! Sorry. I went to get something to eat and then Lucien dropped by. We’re going to get to work haha ^^

Victor [22:19]: …

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You wait for a whole minute before Lucien calls for you, and let your hand fall, phone locked, with a sigh. 

Well, at least he’ll be happy to hear you’re working hard.

Sinking into familiar, engaging discussions with Lucien is easy. Even with the thoughts of Victor looming at the back of your mind, you straighten out a plan for the shoot. Lucien listens to your input carefully, adding his own notes as you squint at yours. His voice, familiar and soothing, lulls you, distracting you from yourself for a short while.

Before you know it, it’s eleven and you’ve got a fantastic plan in hand. 

“I’m sorry I kept you so late,” you say for the second time in a minute, and he gives you an exasperated look. “And thank you.” 

“I’ve told you, there’s no need for all that between us,” Lucien repeats, crossing one long leg over the other as he adopts a thoughtful look. “However, perhaps you could satisfy my curiosity regarding one thing.”

“What is it?” 

You were prepared for a philosophical question. What he comes up with is, in your opinion, way more difficult to answer. 

“Why aren’t you with Victor?” he asks seriously. You blink, uncomprehending.

“Like, right now?” 

“Right now, or in general. I didn’t think he would just...let you be,” Lucien mutters the last part under his breath, but you still catch it. He continues to say something about possessive bastards, but you’re not touching that.

“I think you’ve misunderstood,” you say, slowly, with a nervous laugh, shoulders hunching a little. “All of that was just for the camera. Victor and I aren’t like that.” 

“But you have feelings for him,” Lucien points out, cutting straight to the heart of the matter and yours. Really, this is almost cruel. Lucien turns to face you fully as you sigh and sink back into the couch. 

“I do.” It’s the first time you’ve admitted it out loud. Sure, some of the people in your life have had an idea, but you’ve never said it. Lucien seems like a good person to start with. “But he doesn’t feel the same way, so.” 

And you’ve never said that out loud either. It hurts, as you put it out into the universe. As if shying away from it before would have increased your chances. 

Lucien looks at you oddly. “Did he say that? Because the way he looks at you says otherwise. It’s quite embarrassing.”

You feel heat creeping up the back of your neck.

“I’ve never told him how I feel,” you mumble, pressing the side of your cheek into the soft fabric, hoping it would swallow you up. 

“Then how do you know how he feels?” Lucien continues to probe, and you exhale forcefully because it’s so clear to you; why isn’t it ever as clear to everyone else? 

And Lucien is supposed to be your smart friend!

‘Well, there’s also someone else in his life but I can’t exactly say that.’

“Because it’s Victor,” you declare with an emphatic sweep of your hands, hoping it would somehow get your point across, that it would explain how unattainable he is. Just as you do, two things happen successively. 

One: Lucien looks at you as if he wants to boink you on the head or laugh really loudly. He does neither, but his mouth twitches violently.

And two: there’s a series of loud, heavy knocks on your door, before the culprit seems to remember you have a doorbell and rings that instead. It only rings once, but you can sense that the person is still there.

Exchanging alarmed looks with Lucien, you rise to your feet and shuffle towards the door.

“Let me,” Lucien murmurs, stopping you before you can reach the entrance, and steps forward to look through the peephole. His only reaction is a quick, sharp exhale before he steps back to unlock the door. 

Without telling you who was just knocking at your door like a maniac. 

“Wait, who i-” the words fall away with your panicked thoughts, as Lucien opens the door to reveal your uninvited visitor.

It really is Victor this time, with his chest heaving as if he’d run up the stairs. Victor, with his inky hair pushed back carelessly, in dark grey sweats and a light grey t-shirt and indoor slippers. 

Victor, with a furious look in his eyes as he pushes past Lucien, who looks a little too entertained in the face of such ire. 

“Sorry to intrude on your cosy evening,” he says, after a short pause, through clenched teeth. You stare at him in disbelief, unable to form actual words at the moment. It feels as if a concentrated storm itself has swept into your living room, ready to swallow you up. 

Of course, a part of you would be more than okay with that. Even with that knife-sharp glint in his eyes, you can’t help but want to throw yourself at it, let it graze the softest parts of you, in an emotional variation of bloodletting. 

Sometimes you surprise yourself with the things you think.

Maybe you should’ve changed into nicer pyjamas after all, damn it.

“Victor? What-is everything okay?” You look him over carefully, seeing no visible signs of injury. The stony look on his face, however, keeps you from coming too close. What could you possibly have done now?

Swiftly, you run through a list of work-related tasks. Nope. Nothing. You’ve been sure to give it your all this week just so Victor wouldn’t feel the need to call you.

Even now, though, something under your skin starts buzzing, as it always does when his entire attention is on you.

“Yes. Why wouldn’t everything be okay?” he says mutinously, crossing his arms over his chest. Okay, you’re sensing more than a little hostility here. 

And, because life is unfair, bitchy is also a good look on Victor.

“Well,” you draw out, looking past him at Lucien, who shrugs lightly. Victor frowns at the exchange. He levels a downright lethal glare at Lucien, who tilts his head in clear interest. Kinda hot, but you should probably keep that to yourself lest you push Victor to the point of spitting fire. “It’s...late...and you’re here…?”

That has his mouth doing that little spasm it does when he’s pissed. “And I notice I’m not the only one. What, is it just me who’s barred from coming to your place this late?” 

“Well, n-no,” you stammer, looking once more at Lucien who seems content to watch and be unhelpful. “But Lucien was just here to talk about tomorrow’s episode.” 

Why are you here? 

The question seems to hang in the air, unsaid yet clear. 

Victor says nothing, standing tall in your living room like an indignant matron. You feel helpless, confused, elated and increasingly offended because of the implication in his words that only catches up to you now.

You pick the path of offense.

“But what, exactly, did you think Lucien was doing here?” you ask, your tone turning decidedly cooler. He returns your glare. Behind him, you see Lucien trying to hide a smile. “You seem to be under the impression that I make it a habit of entertaining people in my evenings?” 

Victor blinks at that, arms coming loose, and you hold up a hand.

“And even if I did want to have friends over at night,” you say loudly, through gritted teeth. “What business is it of yours?” 

“It’s inappropriate,” he insists. 

“No, what’s inappropriate is you coming into my house and telling me who I should, or should not, be spending time with, regardless of the time.” Much to your frustration, you find yourself blinking back tears as your voice cracks towards the end. 

Victor deflates at that, the ice in his expression melting in the face of your furious tears; Lucien, concern clear on his face, takes a step towards you. Your eyes squeeze shut, as if that would hide you from them; anger and embarrassment war within you at not only crying in front of Victor, but to have a quiet Lucien witnessing this ridiculous drama. 

Where did your peaceful day go?

You hear footsteps, hesitant and barely audible, come closer, feel the heat from a body as it nears yours. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll leave.” It’s Victor.

Your eyes snap open to the sight of his back, your feet carrying you forward without the aid of your thoughts, a hand curling loosely into his t-shirt. 

Leave? Just like that? 

He stops in his tracks, looking back down at you in surprise. You’re not sure what he sees as you keep your eyes fixed on his shoulder, but it makes him sigh softly.

A thumb wipes under your eyes, gentle, and strong arms wrap around you carefully, pulling you into an—unreasonably broad, you think—chest; his comforting scent envelopes you, pulling you back from the edge. 

It’s frustrating. You want to yell at him for barging in like a lunatic. But you don’t want him to leave. You want to sink into his steady embrace and allow the solace it brings.

With your face pressed to his t-shirt, you miss the way he looks back at Lucien, who nods and turns to leave, but not before holding Victor’s gaze for a moment longer—you don’t see the warmth drain from his face, the vicious warning warning clear in his eyes. 

Victor pulls you closer, nodding once. 

If Lucien’s answering smile is a touch more resigned than amused, neither of them can really acknowledge it. 

You try to pull back when you hear the door close gently, but Victor cards a hand through your hair and you slump back into his embrace. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, stroking your hair, with a gentle hesitance uncharacteristic for the decisive man. “That was...extremely inappropriate of me. I should not have done that. I can leave. I should.”

He should. But neither of you move. His heart beats a little faster, the sound clearer the longer your ear remains pressed into his chest. 

With cotton in your mouth, your mind totally mush with the knowledge that Victor’s hugging you, and with the little voice yelling that he does not get to hold you after driving you to tears—it takes you a moment to form a response. 

But you can’t resist. “So what you’re saying is you made an impulsive decision.” 

The soft motions of his hand pause before he huffs into your hair. There’s no other response, and it makes you smile a little.

“Why did you?” you finally ask. Victor quite visibly lost his cool. While he did seem to have something against Lucien, this was a bit much. You hadn’t been aware that the hostility ran this deep.

He tucks your head under his chin, the arm around your waist tightening, and as the anger subsides, your face begins to heat up as you realize how intimate this is. But Victor seems content to stay like this, and your heart hammers when you feel something brush the crown of your head. 

“Dummy,” he mutters, and yes, his words are slightly muffled by your hair, and you feel the urge to stick your head in the refrigerator. “You had that guy over this late at night. Do you really need to ask?” 

“It’s just Lucien,” you respond, and this time he lets you pull your head away to look at you with abject disbelief. 

“Just? There’s no just with that guy.” He seems serious, so you swallow the laughter bubbling up.

“Lucien is a dear friend,” you assure him. “You were really that worried about it?”

“Worried,” Victor repeats, staring at you. Your confusion is clear in your face, as the feeling that you’re missing something creeps in. “Worried. Yes. I was worried.” 

You nod encouragingly, and take a quick step back when he laughs. It isn’t one of his airy laughs, that escapes him when he finds something funny. It’s low, almost strangled—and then he steps forward, expression melting into sheer intent. 

When he speaks, his voice is a full octave lower and it scrambles your brains with shameful ease.

“Since he was the one you considered over me for our date that day. Yes, I suppose I was worried,” he muses, matching every unsteady step you take backwards with one towards you. You refrain from pointing out that it was for a show, and all too soon, the back of the sofa hits your hips and Victor looms over you. 

You tuck the part about him knowing you wanted to ask Lucien first away for later. Victor, his soothing scent, the heat from his breath, his tempestuous gaze—your senses flood with him.

“Y-yeah. But you didn’t need to be, he always helps us out,” you point out confusedly, and he gives you a familiar, unimpressed look that brings a small, and odd, measure of relief. 

“What kind of a person would I be,” he says, and your stomach swoops as he leans over you, hands resting on the top of the sofa as you lean back. “If I let dangerous men like him think they have a chance with you?” 

“Dangerous? He’s…” The rest of his words catch up and you can’t think, tongue struggling to form coherent speech. “Not...dangerous?” 

“Too dangerous,” he murmurs, lips brushing over your temple. Something in the back of your throat trembles. “Even if I don’t have the right, I…”

He doesn’t continue.

Holding your breath, you count to five before releasing it, pulse beating an anticipatory beat in your veins. “Why should anyone think they don’t have a chance with me?” 

You know he hasn’t, but with how everything in you stills after asking that question, you wonder if he stopped time.

You’re not sure if it’s the right question to have asked, or the worst.

But it gives him pause, and when the tip of your tongue slips out to wet your lips, his eyes slide down to your mouth. A large hand slides up your spine to rest at the back of your head, your skin erupting with goosebumps at the touch. 

Your lips part on the softest sound and it makes something rumble in his chest, quiet but clear with how close he is. 

It gives you what you’ve been dreaming of—Victor’s lips falling over yours, soft, with a rushed breath and fervent eyes, something desperate at the edge of it. Everything goes quiet, with only your blood pounding in your ears. It feels as if every inch of you is awake in a tingly sort of way, your thoughts deserting you at the way he looks at you, ready to devour. 

There’s hunger in his eyes, and you feel faint when it hits you.

It’s also his answer, you realize, mouth opening to say something, anything, and he pulls you back, kissing you fiercely. Something in you caves, spilling into your blood, setting it alight with a burst of sparking desire.

Victor kisses with his entire body, like he does everything else: controlling every inch of it, sweeping your mind clean, licking into your mouth with the determination that drives his every action, to conquer.

But you’ve been determined to match him since the day you first met him, all too eager to push back and clash. You don’t mind the clack of teeth, the lack of rhythm, and Victor only presses in harder as your arms slide over his shoulders, fingers weaving into his hair. Your tongue is a sly thing that licks along his, your mouth a clever warm weapon that sucks at it, and he unravels. 

Hands that were so careful lose their caution as they dig into the sides of your hips, slinking down and hooking around your thighs as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“You’re not stopping me,” he rasps against your lips, almost questioning, pupils blown wide. He looks so good you might just lose your mind, and this is after a kiss.

Taking a page out of his book, you kiss him again. 

He carries you around the sofa—with a strength you’ll be sure to admire deeply once you’ve regained the ability to form thoughts—even as he sucks bruises into the delicate skin of your neck, sitting down with you sinking into his lap. 

You’re shivering, you realize, at this sudden fulfilment of a desperate, impossible wish. Your knees press into the sides of his thighs as Victor kisses the corners of your mouth, the curve of your upper lip, the plush, swollen jut of your lower lip—and you feel deliriously drunk. 

He watches you carefully.

“Oh,” you say, half-slurring, kissed stupid. “That’s why.”

“Hm,” he agrees, nuzzling the side of your face. His eyes are bright, his arms a grounding touch around your back. “No one should think they get to have this.” 

“No one but you?” It’s meant to be clever, sharper, but it comes out shy instead. He nips at the shell of your ear, and you can’t bring yourself to be mad about it. 

“If you allow it,” he confirms. He presses his lips to the soft skin behind your ear.

Something swells within you, sweet, sudden and threatening to dissolve you into tears. It breaks open, everything you’ve worked so hard to suppress spilling out like hoarded treasure out of a box now too small to hold it.

“I like you.” It comes out in a rush, and you slap your hands over your face. This time, his low chuckle rings clear in your ears. But when your breath hitches on a sob, his grip on you tightens, lips finding your forehead. “I really like you. So much. I have for a while. At the fair, all of it, I wasn’t...wasn’t acting.” 

“What, and you thought I was?” He looks a little offended when you take a peek at his face. But the sight of his ruffled hair and kissed-puffy lips sends a hot, thrilled jolt through you, and you have to restrain yourself from pouncing. “I have many skills. Acting, admittedly, is not one of them.”

“I thought maybe it was a hidden passion or something,” you mutter, trying to repress a wet laugh at the withering look he gives you, gentle hands wiping at your eyes. “What, you were great!”

“Nope. That was all real,” he declares, pulling you in to rest against him, your head on his shoulder. You feel a little awkward, but that’s mostly outweighed by how much you want to stay here. “...well, maybe I was a little…”

“Nicer than usual?” you offer, and he huffs into your hair. “Cheesy, like you binge-read several romance novels the night before?”

“Cheesy?” He protests, and you laugh with warmth building and rushing through you. “I thought you liked all that.” 

“I do.” This time, the kiss he presses into the crown of your head is firmer. 

“Then I’ll do it.” You look up at him, a little enchanted, a little bewildered, but the former wins out as the corners of his mouth curl up. “Every silly thing you want to do. Oh, and I really like you too.” It’s almost a scoff, but the tremor in his voice and the flush that spreads across his skin speaks his truth.

“Really?” you ask, your grin a little mad and ridiculously beatific. It feels unreal, the joy and relief spreading through you; he pecks the tip of your nose.

“Have I ever given you reason to doubt me?” Victor asks, and the solemn sincerity in his voice prompts you to deliver a loud, smacking kiss to his cheek, just because you can. To your unending joy, the lobes of his ears are almost impossibly red. 

“Never,” you assure him, peppering more kisses over his skin, fascinating by the sight of him pinkening. A thought strikes you, dampening your rising spirits. “I thought...thought there was someone else.” 

He makes a soft, surprised noise in his throat, disbelief winning out over the tenderness for a moment. “Who?”

“I don’t know!” You press your face into the side of his neck, inhaling his comforting scent, hoping it would help with the remnants of hurt. “Some mystery goddess.” 

He’s quiet as you nuzzle his rapidly warming skin, feeling the first hints of sheer mortification settle in at the way your voice just cracked. He whispers something. 

“Sorry?” 

Victor clears his throat. “Just you.” He buries his nose in your hair before you have the chance to lean back like you want to. “It’s only ever been you.” 

Not expecting the sincere confession, it feels as if the breath was punched out of you.  “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” 

He toys with a strand of your hair, curling it absently around a finger. “I didn’t want to overstep. And to make you feel like you had to reciprocate.” 

You stay silent, sensing that he has more to say, even though you want nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and never let go.

“I’ll admit that I feared you would feel pressured to be with me. And that would...I would rather see you happy with someone else, than see you miserable with me.”

“I could never be miserable with you,” you protest at once, feeling almost offended by the mere suggestion. 

“I’m not...I know I can be difficult.” The words fall out in a rushed exhale, as if he wants to get them out before they can be swallowed; you feel weak with the force of your emotions. “But I can try for you. I did that day. I wanted you to relax, to have fun, like you do with your friends. I didn’t want you to be so...cautious.” 

It’s true, you realize guiltily, that there are times where you can’t completely relax in Victor’s company. Those are the days where your feelings sit a little heavier in your stomach, when his words strike a little sharper. The thought of disappointing him, of doing something not to his taste, of judgment, held you back. 

But the day of the fair had been different. He met you halfway, maybe even more than that, and never said a word of complaint. You’d assumed that had been for the camera, though.

“Please,” he says with a roll of his eyes, and you realize you’d said that out loud. “No, that was…” He lowers his gaze, long lashes fanning over the tops of his cheekbones. “That was to show you that you can have fun with me too. I...like you. The way you are. Every bit. The determined, unyielding parts.”

You stare at him.

“The hurting, unsure parts,” he says, a little quieter. “The silly, ridiculously cute parts—don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what,” you ask, your overworked mind trying to process his words, knowing your smile is probably embarrassingly dopey. 

He scowls at you. “Just be yourself with me. Dummy is fine.” 

“Victor,” you exclaim all of a sudden, startling him. “How am I supposed to stay standing in the face of you saying things like that?” 

He rolls his eyes again. “First of all, you’re sitting right now, and I don’t plan to let you move for a while.” Predictably, you feel a little lightheaded at that. “And as for the future...then don’t try to stand, dummy. You can just rest here.” He pulls your head to rest on his shoulder, patting it firmly.

“I’m going to die,” you say with absolute certainty into his shoulder. “I can’t survive this.” 

“You have to,” he mutters dryly, tucking you more firmly against him. “Haven’t you seen the discussions? Our ‘love story’ can’t end in your death, too many would be left devastated.” 

“Including you?” The look you direct at him is positively vulpine, and he snorts, pushing your head back down. Bully. 

The titillated fluttering in your stomach makes you smile.

“...I can’t become a widower before we even get married,” he says solemnly, and you can nearly feel the blood drain from your face as you rear back. 

The corners of his mouth twitch with something like mischief, and the smack you deliver to his bicep is perfectly justified. 

The undoubtedly chiselled muscle you feel very briefly will also require further rumination once you’re alone.

He’s cracking marriage jokes, no doubt referring to the few comments gushing about a secret wedding. An hour ago, you had been under the impression that he was madly in love with some mystery figure. 

Like a bird just freed, your heart flutters at the thought of him having feelings for you.

“Say it again.” 

To his credit, he doesn’t do you the disservice of pretending he doesn’t know what you’re asking for. He clears his throat, eyes flicking to the side before finding their way back to yours. 

“I like you,” he says, a little lower, a lot deeper. “Dummy.” 

You wish you could see what your face was doing, because it makes his eyes go really, really soft. Now that you aren’t weighed down by the frantic need to hide your feelings from one of the most astute people you’ve ever met, you feel like you could float away the way you’ve seen Gavin do, just from how free and happy you feel.

“Just for the record,” you say quietly. “I like you the way you are too.”

“Hm?”

“Even when you’re being a jerk.” He tweaks your ear lightly, rolling his eyes when you giggle. Your heart beats a harsh beat as you try to come up with the right words. “But you’re also the best man I know. When you have it together, and when you don’t—I’ll be there for you. Always.” The way he’s always been there for you.

He kisses the tip of your nose, his pretty eyes a little shinier than before.

“We should aim for a real date first.” He sounds decisive, and a little hoarse.

“...I have a list of places I thought would be good for our first date,” you admit, eyes still locked with his despite your shy admission. He looks pleased, always happy when you take the initiative, and you watch his mouth do that tender thing for a second before leaning in for a swift kiss, catching his lower lip between your teeth as you pull away.

“Good.” His head falls back onto the sofa as your lips trail down his neck curiously, mouthing at the slope of his adam’s apple. Just because you can. “Send it to me.”

“Good,” you murmur, breath hitching in your throat as his hands curl over your waist, skimming the hem of your sweatshirt. “We’re doing this, then.” 

“Most definitely.” With how throaty his voice has gotten as you reach his clavicle, a gentle explorer, you’re not sure words will be your allies for much longer.

“Will you be my boyfriend then, Mr. CEO?” you ask playfully, tasting the words in your mouth. Victor makes a soft, content sound in his throat. 

“I’m all yours,” he affirms, relishing the words in his mouth, raising his head to look at you through hooded eyes. You both know it, just a little, but saying the words brings a giddy, vulnerable sort of feeling with them. “And you…”

With no need for hope, just certainty, you rise up to kiss him softly. 

“I’m yours.” 

BTS:

Goldman stares at Jason in horrified disbelief, shocked by the words that had just left the director’s mouth. He glances at his boss, whose only reaction had been to cock a brow. 

“Would you be open to replacing Kai?”

“I’m...not really one for such shows,” Victor says, quite delicately in Goldman’s opinion, knowing the man usually has no qualms about being savagely blunt.

“I’m aware. I just thought it would be something different, something that would let people see a different side of you,” Jason explains, still completely at ease. 

Victor’s expression makes it quite clear he doesn’t care about people seeing other sides of him.

“Who’s the other participant? Did Hollow come back?” Goldman asks, curious despite himself.  In his very personal opinion, which he will definitely be keeping to himself, it might be nice for Victor’s image if people saw he isn’t always heartless. 

“Oh, no. She didn’t,” Jason says pleasantly. But the look in his eyes is almost hawklike as he keeps them locked on Victor. “I asked Y/n to do it instead. She agreed.” 

Now, to the untrained eye, Victor gives no outward reaction to that statement. 

But Goldman sees the way his brow twitches, the way his lips purse the slightest bit. He wonders if Jason, as a director with many years of experience under his belt, caught it too. 

“She agreed?” Victor asks, sounding as if he doesn’t quite believe it. 

“Yes,” Jason answers, suddenly distracted as he glances at his wristwatch. He sighs, a touch too dramatic to be convincing, but Goldman doesn’t think Victor cares about that. “But I understand. We wouldn’t want you to do something you’re not interested in. I have to go check on her, we’ll keep you updated.”

Something is happening here, Goldman realizes. Jason isn’t rushing out, but seems to be waiting for something. 

Victor, staring at the surface of the coffee table, is struggling. 

Goldman struggles too. He struggles not to roll his eyes in abject exasperation, to pray for divine patience. Why is he like this? Of course, to step into such an obvious trap surely goes against all the instincts he’s honed over the years, but none of that matters when it comes to the delicate matters of the heart! 

Instead, he catches Jason’s eyes, pushing his glasses up his nose, eyes glinting. 

“But who else would you ask to step in on such short notice?” Goldman asks, pointedly. 

And finally, Goldman holds his breath as the ghost of a smirk passes over Jason’s mouth.

This is it.

“Oh, it shouldn’t be a problem. Y/n said she could call Professor Lucien, having already guessed Victor wouldn’t be, um, up for it. She really knows you well, huh?” Jason informs them cheerfully, and even Goldman isn’t expecting that. He thought Jason would go for the ‘who will help poor y/n’ route.

It’s obvious manipulation, and they all know it. Knowing Victor, he will stubbornly refuse to give in and suffer for it. At least, the way he’s glaring at Jason seems to indicate that.

Goldman rushes through several justifications in his head, forming a rapidly coherent argument as to why he should do it, carefully keeping ‘if you don’t want to see her with someone else, suck it up’ and ‘please, please, watching you sulk is really sad I can’t do it’ off the list. 

Surely, Victor wouldn’t let the sexy professor sweep you off your feet? He’s heard the man talk, that kind of smooth talk should not be allowed and holy hell, Jason has played this really well. 

“They do get along well, so it should work,” Jason muses, slathering a little more icing on his three-tier cake of clear-cut manipulation, drama, and subterfuge.

“I’ll do it.” It’s said through a tightened jaw, but it rings clear in the silence of the room. Goldman abandons his mental speech, head whipping around to stare at Victor.

“Oh?” Jason sounds genuinely surprised, as if he hadn’t been aiming for this from the start. 

“Yes,” comes the answer, leaving no room for argument. 

“Are you sure?” Jason asks, oddly somber, finally abandoning the pretense. So he is in possession of some morals, who would have thought?

“Give me the briefing,” Victor says, shoulders set in a firm, determined line Goldman is all too familiar with. 

Jason relaxes into his seat, relief clear in his face. 

And as Victor turns to him, giving him specific instructions about his outfit, cologne and flowers, determined to do this right with that familiar, besotted spark in his eye, Goldman feels warm pride trickle in. 

‘We’re gonna get you the girl, boss.’

Aaaaaaand...CUT. 

I know the last behind the scenes thing wasn’t really needed but I had to 

Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it!

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Mad Father AU

This is an AU inspired by Mad Father, Horror RPG game by Sen.

It all started with William, a famous doctor in town. He was born feeling empty, despite happily married to his wife, Hannah.

One day, Hannah gave birth to a beautiful little boy and he was the highlight of William's life. His birth gave William life. William felt complete as soon as he held little Michael, a crying bundle of joy, in his arms.

He watched as the boy grew up and he thought to himself that he didn't want any harm being caused to his son nor did he want anyone to snatch the boy away from him.

He decided to experiment with preserving humans. He hid it by disguising ass dolls.

His first victim was his friend's daughter, Charlie, who he caught while Charlie sneaked into his garden, wanting to call for Elizabeth.

William lured her into his mansion and into the operation room where he does his experiment.

Slowly, more people from the village started to go missing. People pointed fingers at William and decided to not go to him anymore.

Hannah, she was a nice person. She didn't believe in what the village people said about her husband. She believed in her husband more than anybody else but one day, she overheard William's conversation with his new assistant, Vanessa.

William talked to Vanessa about preserving a human and turning them into a doll and he wanted to wait for Michael to fully grown before he turns Michael into a doll.

Hannah decided to tell Henry about this. She quietly brought Elizabeth and Evan to Henry's house, telling William that the children were having a sleepover with Sammy.

William didn't find it suspicious but he did caught Hannah when he witnessed Hannah packing up. Michael wasn't around when William caught Hannah, planning to run away with Michael.

William ended up killing Hannah and hid her body somewhere in the basement. When Michael came home from playing with his friends, William told him a lie that his mother and siblings left the house unnoticed. He even lied and manipulated Michael that his mother ran away with another guy.

Michael believed that he only had William.

And that's when the story begun.

One day, strange things occured in the mansion. Michael could hear people crying from suffering, blood splattered everywhere, ghosts lingering around the hallway. He wanted to tell William about it. He went down the basement, wanting to go to William's office but then he heard William shouting for help.

He couldn't go to William's office because it was blocked with a pile of dolls.

That's where Michael's adventure through the mansion begun.

He had to go into a maze to find his father, deep down in the mansion. He only found out that his mansion is a maze.

Until he reached the final place where he found Vanny, his father and the spirit of his mother, which she revealed to him through flashback of what she witnessed of what William and Vanny planned to do and the killing of Hannah.

Once he found out about the truth, William chased after him with an axe, wanting to kill Michael and turn him into a doll.

Michael ran out from the deepest depth of the mansion, trying to survive. On his way, he bumped into Vanny who was injured, due to Hannah's spirit hurting her. Michael helped her out and Vanny told Michael that she will distract William for him.

If Michael didn't befriend Vanny and helped her, assuming she'd die if Michael didn't help, William will catch him and kill him and then, preserve him. He will turn him into a perfect doll and he will be displayed in a special room.

If Michael befriended and helped Vanny, she will gather William's creations and tell them to attack William and kill him instantly.

Vanny and Michael disposed of William's body and buried Hannah's body which Michael found deep within William's office.

Michael then took over William's role as a doctor and won the village's trust. Everyone finally returned to the Afton's clinic after Michael took over, as an adult.

Though, this is not a happy ending. :)

The cycle repeats itself...

People started going missing again and nobody can pinpoint where and why.

Some suspected Michael had something to do with it.

To some, Michael seemed suspicious but to others, Michael was their friendly neighbourhood doctor.

A lot of rumours about Michael were spread out around the village.

Michael didn't kill all of his patients.

Only some. Only some who he deemed a beauty deserved to be preserved and made into a doll.

Just like Henry, Evan and Elizabeth.

Michael has a son now. An adopted son, Gregory, who Michael stole from Evan and his wife.

Michael raised him like his own son. Cherished the child and even worshipped the child.

He learned from his father's files. He planned to preserve Gregory.

At the same time, Michael built a few robots as his assistants. Both in the clinic or kidnapping Michael's target.

One of the robots was left abandoned in the basement as it was sentient and aware of its surrounding. His name was Freddy(Glamrock).

Gregory found him one day as he was playing in the basement and quickly befriended him in secret. Freddy was attached to Gregory, so much. As if Freddy saw Gregory as his own son...

After Gregory finding out the truth that Michael had gone insane and wanting to preserve and Michael had killed and turned Gregory's biological father, Evan, into a doll, Gregory seek for Freddy's help to escape the mansion.

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Haven't figured out how Gregory escaped the mansion with Freddy and how Michael would die in this au but do know that Gregory WILL escape from Michael and lives with Freddy in the end.

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Part 2 of voice lines, its now William's turn:

"M-Micheal?!?"

"I'm proud of you..."

"I trusted you! But you betray me!"

"You deserve this, Henry..."

"Connection terminated. Now that I have ended your speech, Henry. Let me tell you what is really going on. You are all here for a purpose, a purpose to end you all. We know that you planned something. So we took the liberty of using your plan to finally achive the goal that everyone wants.

Ultimate goal to put the end of your madness. This is where the story ends. The labyrinth of twisted and lies now ends here. Chasing some voices of children that dont even exist, the thirst of revenge has twisted you all from who you truly were. But that ends now.

My daugther, Elizabeth. If you still remember that name. I'm sorry for everything. I should have heard your cry for help when you needed me by your side. Sammy is not mad at you we understand why you did it.

And for the both of you, Charlie, Sammy, thank for everything, I know it's been hard for the both of you having to fix your father's sins and his horrible work but I really hope that after the smoke clears you will find peace and happiness whatever you go.

I am remaining as well, I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirits, they don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.

And Micheal, my son, if you can hear me, We should have known you will return as well. It's in your nature to always help the people in need and always be by there side. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there for you like you were there for the others. And then, what became of you. We should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my son. I'm so proud of you, Micheal.

This ends for all of us.

End communication."

Puppet Au

This speech was inspired by @rglozwriter and some of it is the same as Canon Henry.

Ohhh this is nice.

Ya know, part of me really wants Michael to be "The one you should not kill" for the role swap au(both FoxyMike and puppet Mike) because I think that suits him well.

[berryberrydairy]

The only person can convince Micheal to rest is his father since he love him so much and miss him that includes his siblings.

Fnaf swap role au and puppet au

Old Man Consequences scene but it's just William fishing while waiting for Michael.

Imagine Michael walks into the area as his animatronic self but as soon as William greets him with a smile and tell him to rest, Michael runs toward him and slowly turns into his human self, the self he was before he was killed.

He hugs William and both of them slowly disappear, as they both pass on.

Imagine William tells Michael, "Let's go. Your siblings are waiting for you." before they disappear.

[berryberrydairy]

Micheak talk to William about the grave

Android Au

I left this for a few days because I have no idea what to write but here we go

Michael: Father, we need to talk.

William was working on a blueprint in his office. He stopped and turned to Michael.

William: What is it, Michael? Did Henry call you?

Michael: No, this has nothing to do with work.

William: Whatever it is, make it quick.

Michael: Why... Why did I saw a grave that has my name on it?

William: ?!!! .....

Michael: Father, what's the meaning of this? Do I have an old brother who passed away before I was born and you named me based on him or... Is there something else?

William: ...

Michael: Father... Evan and Lizzie have been dropping hints that I'm not human. Please explain to me. Am I not human? What am I? Who is Michael Afton?

William: ... Meet me in the dining room. (Leaves)

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William: I guess it's time for me to tell you the truth.

Michael: ...?

William: Michael, you... You're one of my creations. Yes, you're not human. You're an android created by me.

Michael: Wh-What?!

William: I... I built you when I was grieving over my son's death. Michael... He... passed away at such a young age due to his illness. Well, weak heart. I was on my way trying to create a mechanical heart for him but he passed away so soon... I was grieving. I couldn't accept his death so I decided to build you.

Michael: ... So, I'm not real.

William: !!! Michael, you are real. You truly are. (holds his face) No matter what happens, no matter who you are, you're still my son and I love you and care for you.

Michael: Because I'm a replacement to your son.

William: No... Yes, at first you were but now, you're truly my son. All these years of caring for you and building new bodies for you, I'm glad I was able to raise such a wonderful man like you. (wraps his arms around Michael's shoulders)

Michael: ... (pats William's back)

William: I'm sorry for keeping this a secret from you. I... don't want you to get upset.

Michael: It's okay. Understandable.

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How was the funeral? Like the Aftons and the Emily's on Micheals funeral maybe some other friends and micheals former

(Micheal died instead of Charlie Au)

I think Mrs Afton had already passed away years before Michael so Michael was buried next to her.

The funeral was only a small funeral. Michael's friends were there, apologising and crying. They said they miss Michael already.

They also apologised to William for the prank they pulled and William assured them that it's never their fault. They didn't know this could happen.

Evan had to hold Lizzie tightly because when Michael was buried, she begged and trashed in Evan's hold on, shouting at the people who were burying Michael that her brother isn't dead and she wants her brother back.

Evan was in tears as he watched his little sister struggled to accept their brother's death.

Charlie and Sammy holding their mom's hands while sobbing because they miss their big brother Mike already and they don't want to be separated from him.

William wasn't crying but when everyone left the graveyard, when William told Evan to bring Lizzie to the car, William broke dowh in front of Michael's grave and cried for him and told him how much he means to William. He even told Michael that he's proud of him and he wished he could save Michael.

Henry on the other hand, standing behind William with a dark, sadistic and satisfied smile.

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In the hospital, William was sitting on the side holding micheal hand, while Mike is sleeping peacefully on the bed with some machine attached to him to keep him alive. There were silent on the room only the sound of the heart monitor was heard.

I dont know why I wrote this but I wrote it anyways so in this scene is like where micheal died. I think in this scene william is the only one who saw micheal died while the afton kids are at school. I didnt continued this because I dont know what to write next (you can change the plot if you want).

Android Au

William rushed to the hospital after he received a phone call from the school that Michael passed out and wasn't able to breathe.

He waited until he got to see Michael.

After a few hours, the doctor let him see and be with Michael so he sat next to Michael's bed, waiting for his kid to wake up.

Michael did wake up. He acted like nothing happened to him. After waking up, he joked around with his father and begged for a Happy Meal and then his father brought his siblings to see him.

The children spent time playing Monopoly on his bed and they also watched a movie together.

One day, William received a call that Michael was in a bad condition so he dropped his work and rushed to the hospital to be with Michael.

William sat on his usual spot as he held Michael's hand. He kissed it and prayed to God that Michael will be okay. He'll survive.

Not long after that, he could hear Michael breathing heavily and the heart machine went crazy. It scared William. William yelled for the nurse while at the same time, he held his son.

He held him tight, giving him comfort words, telling him everything will be okay. William can feel tears rolled to his cheeks.

"Michael, shh... Everything will be okay. I'm here. Your father is here. Everything will be okay." He repeated.

When the nurses and doctor arrived, William could hear a flat line from the machine.

Everything went on a slow motion.

William watched as the doctor and nurses tried to save his son's life but to no avail, he was gone.

Michael Afton passed away.

That broke William that day. He didn't know what to tell his other children. They'd be devastated because they were in school when their brother took his last breath.

Most importantly, William lost Michael. He lost part of himself.

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Last moment/bonding of the Afton kids before Micheal's died

Android Au

Hmm... I imagine William brought the kids out for ice cream and maybe there was a fun fair going on nearby.

William watched his children having fun with no problems ever existed in their life.

He watched Michael giving Elizabeth a piggyback as they walked around the fair with Evan holding the hem of Michael's shirt.

And then he watched Michael and Lizzie convincing Evan to go on the Ferris Wheel with them.

In the Ferris Wheel, the siblings started talking to each other.

Michael: Ya know... This is the first time I'm having fun since forever.

Evan: ?... Right, you've been bedridden a lot but hey, at least you've recovered.

Michael looked at Evan and he stayed quiet. He then smiled softly at him. (Michael knew he's not gonna last long)

Michael: Yeah, maybe.

Elizabeth: Mikey, you're feeling okay right?

Michael: I am. In fact, I'm really happy right now. I get to spend time with you guys.

Elizabeth hugged Michael.

Elizabeth: I'm happy that you're able to play with us, Mikey!

Evan, smiled: Yeah. I can't wait for us to spend more time together. We should convince father to bring us to Disneyland next year.

Michael: Yeah, good idea.

Once they're off the ride, William told them that they should take a photo together.

William had Elizabeth on his shoulders while Michael hugged Evan.

Someone took a photo of them together.

When they're finished for the night, Elizabeth fell asleep in William's arms so William walked to the car first, leaving the boys behind.

Michael: Ev, can you promise me something?

Evan: What is it?

Michael: Take care of everyone when I'm gone. Remember to drag father out from his office for food and remember to comb Lizzie's hair every morning.

Michael chuckled but Evan looked at him with a concerned look.

Evan: Don't say that. You're fine. You'll be fine. All of us are going to grow together.

Michael just stayed quiet but then he decided to ruffle Evan's hair.

Michael: Sure.

Evan wanted to smile but he's really concerned of his brother.

As he should because that was the last time they bonded and spent time together before Michael passed away.

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After Henry killed Micheal and was found by William what was everyone's reaction on Micheals death?

I want to see the reaction of Eli, and Evan (maybe even Sammy and Charlie and some others) especially the bullies/former friends who locked up Micheal outside.

Fnaf swap role Au (Micheal died instead of Charlie)

William doesn't know how to break it out to his children. He slowly talked to them about Michael's passing.

"Father, this is a cruel joke. It's not funny." Evan said with tears formed in his eyes. "You're lying. Mikey... Mikey is still with us!" He sobbed.

"I don't understand. Mikey is with mummy and he's not with us anymore? He can't leave us like that! Why is he leaving us? That's not fair! Not fair!" Lizzie cried as she clung onto Will's leg.

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"So... Michael was killed at the pizzeria so my only requests to you guys is to be careful when you're there." Henry said.

Charlie and Sammy looked at each other and then they looked at Henry, "Killed...?" Charlie asked.

"Mikey is not with us anymore?" Sammy blinked. Henry slowly nodded at him.

Both Sammy and Charlie started sobbing and cry in unison.

Henry tried his best to stop the children from crying but to no avail, none of them stopped.

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The friends were ridden with guilt and they blamed each other for Michael's death which led them to argue with each other and that argument slowly turned into a fist fight.

Once they calmed down, they visited Michael's grave and apologised to him.