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myheartstopperblog · 3 years ago

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WOW okay I know I've read the comic/books and knew what was going to happen but HOLY FUCK

My liveblog underneath, it's long just sain lol

MEET

Charlie walking down the corridor is adorable he looks so happy!!!

Ben fuck off

Tao bought Elle's drink🥺

Isaac my beloved (I love his smile)

Agsjshdhsj Nick DOES look like a golden retriever lmao

AHHHH the fountain pen hahahaha

Poor Elle :(

Mr. Ajayi must be protected at all costs

Lol Charlie's head drop

Poor Charlie seeing Ben with his gf

On no ED FUCK

Tori my love

Omg when Charlie said jesus afaksghsbshd

Afusgshs yes he was a nob thank you Tori

That locker scene OMG LOVE ALL OF IT

Their banter PLEASE

Ugh fuck those toxic boys

Awww he's teaching him🥺🥺🥺

Tao and Elle miss each other so much :(

Charlie's laugh AHHHHHHHHHHHHH the most beautiful sound everrr😭😭😭

Ben is such an asshole (Nick saying piss off to Ben just extended my life)

God Charlie crying really hit me FUCK

Charlie being all nervous awwwww

OLIVIA FUCKING COLEMAN AFSKSVSKBSHD

CRUSH

Aww Nick reaching out ahhhh

Thank you for being my supportive straight friend haha AFAKSGSIDHDJ

Charlies recent emojis omg🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

THE HEART AHHHHHHHH

Where are my girls Tara and Darcy????

Oh shit there they are lmao

I fucking love Elles hair omg

IS THAT GIRL IN RED PLAYING???? ICONIC

No no he was horrible AGSKSHSHD CHARLIE SPITTING TRUTHS

AHHHH TARAAAAAAA

Aafahsgshs Darcy straight (ha!) to the point

Tori just appears out of nowhere I love that

Also what the hell is she drinking? Apple juice?

Ahhhh the British streets I miss it so much😭😭

He's so adorable with the hat🥺

The dialogue is like the fucking comic I can't😭

Wish I had the nintendo switch to play mario kart too :( I miss it (anyone wanna play with me?👀)

In his oversized hoodie PLEASE

OLIVIA (or Sarah ig lol)

OMG i am in love with that kitchen can I have it?

Lord just thinking now that we'll probably see David in s2🤦

IMOGEN!!! I SEE HER!!!!!

Oh fuck why is she looking at him like that......... God pls no

A YOUR MUM JOKE I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT AGAJSHSHBD I FUCKING LOST IT (this is so fucking british I love it)

Aww poor thing is in the reserve bench😭

Also are we gonna hear Charlie speaking spanish!???? Or maybe his parents??? Idkidk

I do miss Oli tho :( and Aled FUCK but I ADORE Isaac

Oh shit Tao is so fucking tall afskshshhd Charlie's a tiny little baby🥺

Oh no is this when Tao tells him about Tara?????

Oh fuck Charlie let me give u a hug😭

Oh Otis is here?

I fucking love his little waves omg how is he so adorable????

I WANNA BELIEVE IN ROMANCE AHHHHHH

Omg Isaac going for the hug too I FUCKING LOVE HIM HE MUST BE PROTECTED

French.... This better be a hint at the Paris trip afsjshdjdhd

They are so sneaky lol

Omg why is he getting so close ahhhhh

He cares so much that "what?" Was so sweet🥺

My god Kit looks so much like Taron Egerton holy shit (if there's ever a flashfowrd lol they better use him)

The school lesbians ahhhhhhh

Their "Heys!" Will be the death of me

THOSE LOOKS

Oh fuck it's the scene with the hands AHHHHHHHHHH

My boy is catching feelingssssssss

Charlie with the blanket hehe I do the same

MY GOD JUST FUCKING KISS I CAN'T TAKE THE TENSION

AWWWWWWWW THE HUGGGG😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Poor Nick needs a minute

Is he gonna look it up now?👀👀

Ouch Tao don't say that

Omg that pic is the cutest

He zooms in HE FUCKING ZOOMS IN ON HIS FACE😭😭😭😭

Omg he has so many frekles they are so pretty!!!!

HE'S LOOKING IT UP (we've all been there lol)

Also this song slaps

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

KISS

62% homosexual lmoa (but god you can see him struggling 😔)

Ugh is that Harry?

Wow Imogen's eyes are beautiful (but shit it's obvious she has a crush on Nick FUCK)

Lmao straight bating with that start and the title kiss agsjsgdjshdhd

But they were talking loudly? Why are they surprised he heard them? HE WAS JUST THERE BESIDE THEM LMAO

To quote Tara, why are straight people like this?🤦

Nick sweetie you are so nervous ahhhhhhh

IM SCREAMING AGAJSNDHHDHD literally

Lmao Isaac is so done with the drama I fucking love him omg

I love everyone's bedrooms??? They are so cool and cozy????

Este tiene pinta de Espanol puro y duro agsisgsjdhd I wonder who the actor is

He's so awkward I love him

I feel bad for Imogen

Nick's looking for Charlie😭

"I've been looking for you" 🥺

Ahhh Taos mum😭 she seems lovely!!!

Are they gonna kis??👀👀

I love Yazs sass hehe

Isaac is a little shit, did I mention that I love him?

KEEP IT PG PEOPLE (or is that the opposite? Ahajhdhdhdh idk)

Harry's accent is so strong holy shit

My god I am loving the soundtrack

I want pizza now

"Nick's stolen him" lmao

He's his best friend don't touch me😭

I love Tao and Elle ahhhhhh cute romantic date hehe

THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS I REPEAT THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS

Oh fuck I forgot Ben was there

Fuck yeah Charlie tell him!!!!

It's not dumb it's fucking adorable😭

OMG JUST KISS

Imogen is funny but she's just trying to hard

Well at least she told him lol you go girl!! That takes guts

YAY TARA DARCY KISS AHHHHHH

Awww Nick's so happy for them🥺

NOW GO KISS CHARLIE AND DONT FREAK OUT

Their "Hi"s istg

"I'm so proud" NOBODY TOUCH ME😭

HANDSHANDSHANDSHANDS

there's just something about hands with us queer folk, like with Tara and Darcy in the previous ep lmao (but also other shows holy shit do't get me started with Young Royals)

THE ROOM FUCK OMG ITS HAPPENING

His voice sounds so small🥺

The emotions I CANT

THE MOTHERFUCKING SHOES

THE PINKIE TOUCH ANOTHER THING US GAYS DO

Omg this is going to destroy me

Omg that was the sweetest kiss ever omgomgomg🥺🥺🥺🥺

Oh no the panic THE FUCKING PANIC Harry keep your mouth shut

Hand holding and going in again????? FUUUUUUUUUUUCK

Fuck nononono don't do this to meeeeeeeeeeeee

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I DONT WANNA SEE HIM CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

He a burrito with a cuddly toy ahhhhhhh

I hear rain???? Ahhhhhhhhhhh it's gonna happen!!!!!!

Just noticed Alice's books in Charlie's shelves hehe

BITCH NO DONT END IT THERE

FUCK

SECRET

Omg Charlies mum looks familiar?

Fuck now Nick's gonna cry and then both of them and ahhhhh

Their kisses are so soft WHAT THE FUCK

And the little animations when they kiss with the flowers and leaves ahhhhhhh

Awww I was really hoping we would get the conservatory scene :(

These two own my heart OMFG

Oh fuck is Charlie gonna think Nick is with Imogen and it's a repeat of Ben or smt?????

As a friend Imogen seems nice and fun but like it's obvious Nick isn't interested and a bit uncomfortable so BACK OFF

CHARLIES HEART BETTER NOT BE BROKEN

Wow Nick real subtle with the look agsjsgdjshdhd

Awww the kiss🥺🥺

All the kisses here are so fucking soft and tender😭😭

Common Tao and Elle👀👀👀👀

Miss u ahhhhhhhhhhh Tao is so far gone omg

MISSED U AHHHHHHHHHHHHH NIIIIIIIICK

Their banter is just top tier I just............. No words

HANDS

Oh no I'm just getting the feeling that Imogen is gonna kiss Nick and Charlie is gonna see it and I will be crying

Please don't let that happen

I mean it's fucking scary Harry stfu

Awww he's training!!!!!!

Okay hold up I need a list of all the songs they use in the show rn HOLY FUCK

Ohhhh ffs so when "straight" people do it it's not a big deal?????????

Okay nope I was giving her the benefit of the doubt but Nope fuck that

That is such a dick move Imogen

Fucking knew it

Fucking knew it CHARLIE TALK TO NICK DONT SHUT HIM OUT PLS😭😭😭😭😭

"IM A LESBIAN!" YOU GO TARA

"We thank you for your service" agajsgdhd BURN

Imogen being an ally is the bare minimum you shouldn't the applauded for that🙄

ELLE DONT SAY ANYTHING

"Honeymoon phase" Isaac how did u know??

Awww Nick :(

Oh fuck Tao agshsndjdjd

Darcy u are an angel

This is gonna be a goddamn mess

But it's cool cause this ain't in the comic so total surprise how this is gonna pan out👀

Oh fuck me

Is Charlie gonna hurt his leg here?? Or maybe something more holy shit

Wtf is Ben doing there

He and Imogen should get together lol

Isaac with his books I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

Imogen u r getting on my nerves stfu

EXCUSE ME AVENGERS IS AWASOME...... But I get it lol (they're my comfort movies😭)

He's taking care of him I CANT😭

ISAAAC

I scream everytime I see him he's my favourite omg

My heart is HURTING

Fucking love Elles hair god

Hehe they be flirting

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

Please

Nick

Don't

Istfg

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

fuck this

Fuck

You have GOT to be shitting me

Harry you absolute tosser fuck u

Fuck

FRIEND

I need a minute cause in my head THAT didn't happen okay!???? Fuck

Isaac's asleep agsjsgdhhdhdhdhsgs cuddling his book can he be more adorable!?!?!!

God fucking damn it Charlie's gonna have some PTSD from Ben and THIS is not gonna help FUCK

Tao hahahahaha erotic dance moves lmao

Isaac u absolute legend (also love his smile omg🥺)

Oh lord her dog died

Nick is so far gone holy shit TELL IMOGEN TO SOD OFF

I just ughhhhh Imogen could be a fucking good friend but she's just so pushy and just ughhhh she needs to mature a bit fuck (I know she's sixteen but like look at Elle? Tara? Darcy? Same age and they are much kinder)

BELL END HAHAHAHHA GO TAO

Harry IS an absolute bell end

SARAH

Love how she calls him Nicky like in the comic🥺

"Do you like this girl?" "Well her dog died" agsjsgdjshd Sarah's face was like mine agsisgsjdhd

Awww he went🥺

Nick's smile I can't😭

HE'S READING RADIO SILENCE AHHHHHHHH

Oh fuck

Oh no Nick's heartbroken face😭😭😭😭

HUG YESSSSSSS

I fucking love the visuals holy fuck

Lol Nick looks genuinely scared

Well Charlie seems okay?

Her fucking dog lol

HERE👏WE👏SUPPORT👏HEALTHY👏COMMUNICATION👏

OMG THEY ARE SO FUCKING CUTE HOW DARE THEY BE SO CUTE

What did he get him????

I forgot hahahahaha but omg that is so fucking cute and DOMESTIC

"wasn't that obvious?" It's the convo from the conservatory😭😭😭😭

WHY ARE WE LIKE THIS

okay I have officially broken down and this just made me start crying no joke

YES GO NICK

THEY ARE SUCH AWAKWARD TEENS I LOVE THEM

Omg those penny machines I miss them so much they were so fun😭😭😭😭😭

My half British heart is missing England right now fuck u Heartstopper for making me miss it even more🥺🥺🥺

God I am Isaac 100%

Oop that Tao and Elle gaze👀

Nick is such a sweetheart I CANT

Glad the dog cheered her up

Also I have never in my life heard the name Imogen?

AWW the birdsss

GOD IM FUCKING LOVING THIS

GIRLS

Another bunch of my comfort movies pirates of the carabean ahhhhhhhhh

Nick was obsessed with this hahahahaha yes you have good taste😌

Oh wait afajgshshdhd Taos comment about watching Avengers NICK LIKES MARVEL I FORGOT😭😭😭

I mean Elizabeth Swann👀👀 common! And Jack Sparrow is so fucking funny

I AM LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND

AHHHHHH bisexuality eh?👀

AHHHHHH watching videos so cool!!!!!!!

AHHHHHH SHE SAID IT her friends are so excited lmao

"Like your last remaining brain cell" I SCREAMED

Tao my beloved

Noooo Nick don't look down😭😭😭

God those comments are making my blood boil

GIRLFRIENDS

Ohhhhh the concert!!!!!

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY JUST SAY!?!?!?

LET ME SLAP A BITCH OMG

Anti homophobia cheese lmao

Aaaaa park date :)

"Oi!" Hahahahah

THEIRBANTERTHEIRBANTER

Omg they are so cute

AHHHH the panic😭😭😭

I mean it's totally understandable

Also are they wearing the outfit of the first Charlie and Nick reveal photo??? AHHHH???

I mean yes but bisexuality doesn't mean "both" genders it just means attraction to more than one gender, not just boys and girls

Anyway

God Nick wants to be with him so badly😭😭😭😭

He told her AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Ahhh mini Tara and Nick adorable

And also kudos cause those do look like 13 year old kids wow

God Nick is so fucking tall wtf

I guess Charlie did settle for someone tall ;)

I bet Tara didn't know Darcy was gonna do that adsjsfsjg she took a jump there lmao

Miss the "why are straight people like this" line lmao but hey less Harry agsjsgjshs

Ahhhhh his wave😭😭😭😭😭

Taos comebacks are fucking stellar

TORI

STUDY DATE AHHHHHHHHHHHH

They are so fucking cute FUCK

AHHHHHHHHHH ANOTHER HUG!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHH THE KISSSSSSSSSSSS

SHOES

Omg his little happy dance agaishdhdghh

Oh wait Charlie didn't know they liked each other????

Omg they are such dorks I love them😭😭😭

Yay Tao and Elle hug!!!!!!

Darcy real subtle omg asksgsjsg

Awwwwwww we can shareeeeeeee

Wait has Tao not realised about his feelings???

I am so confused rn there are so many different emotions here

AHHHH they told Elle😭😭😭😭😭😭

Intense pining lmao

Ohh Tao feels left out :(

HAHAHAHAHAHAH 15 MINUTES

YES earbuds with wires I feel so seen rn agusgdhdhdh

Omg I really love you🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Elle shoot her shot lmao

Nothing bad better happen fuck

There's gonna be more homophobic comments I'm feeling it

God poor Tara she's so affected by it :( Darcy just seems like she doesn't give a fuck but FUCK THOSE PEOPLE FOR THOSE COMMENTS FUCK

Awww he's teaching him again🥺🥺🥺

HE MIGHT BE BISEXUAL HE TOLD HIM AHHHHHHHH

LOOK even tho I know the storylin I'm just surprised by everything I am LOVING IT

HAHHAHAHAH THE DOOR I FUCKING KNEW IT

Of course no signal

YES TALK

Ugh I'm a sucker for healthy communication (I blame Young Royals for that lmao)

So Darcy came out years ago.... Interesting.... So are her parents here nice and accepting???

They are so sweet I love them

Lmao Nick almost broke the fucking door

I am in love with this friend group NOW WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SON ISAAC???

hehe grumpy Tao

Nick and Charlie's smiles🥺🥺🥺

BULLY

Ohhh this is the cinema right??👀👀

Jesus Tori agsjsgdjshdhd

How many converse does he bloody have????

CALLED IT HAHAHAHAHHAHA

Julio hablale Espanol POR FAVOR I WANNA HEAR IT

Nick would absolutely swoon if Charlie spoke Spanish to him agsjshdhdhd

Awwww the hugggggg

I can't fucking stand Harry or Ben FUCK

Can't wait to see Nick punch him hehe

Ohhh is this his ED showing?? Like the cereals in the beginning?? AHHHHHHH Charlie let me give U a hug😭😭😭😭

CHAR!?!?!? CHAR!?!? HE CALLED HIM FUCKING CHAR😭😭😭😭😭

I AM SQUILING SO MUCH AGAJDGDJDHD

COMOONNNNN THE PINKIE TOUCH IM WAITING👀👀👀

Lord this is making me miss Young Royals hahahah I'm feeling nostalgic

Oh god did Ben see it?????

I am having..... Emotions......

AHHHH FULL HAND😭😭😭😭

Ben definitely saw that FUCK

God Harry stfu

That shot of Nick running after Charlie outside made me emotional Idk y it was so beautiful

If he says I'm used to it........ I'm gonna have a breakdown

OKAY BREAKDOWN INCOMING

Fuck Ben ahhhhhhhhh nooooo

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK NICK WENT INSIDE

Ben u shut your trap

Nick punch Ben next FUCK

Sebastian I love you you did an amazing job

Oh god Harry's gonna say fag isn't he?

FUCK HIM UP NICK

SARAH

Awww Nellieeeeee

Nick u deserve a fucking Oscar holy fuck

Awwww he's leaning on him🥺🥺🥺

And Tao still doesn't know

Oh fuck

She told him

AHHHH THE HEARTSSSSS❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ahahahahaha he sprinted downstairs

"Make sure you leave the bedroom door a tad open okay" afsjsgsjshsj

Kisskisskisskisskiss

Or in the Louvre that's fine too hehe and romantic🤭

He did NOT just send that

Taooooooooooooo

OHHH FUCK U HARRY GIVE IT BACK

YES TAO GO APE SHIT

Please tell me Charlie was NOT about to do what I think he was about to do.......

GO Tao beat his ass

Oh no the drawing :(

Oh noooo Taooooooooooooo nooooooooooooooooo he's so upset😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THIS IS TOO MUCH DRAMA ALICE

Also where's my Isaac at?? I miss him

BOYFRIEND

Pleaseeeeeee don't let the season end with Tao and Charlie like this😭

NOOOO CHARLIEE U DONT😭😭😭😭😭

You are pure sunshine u hear me???????

Oh god oh fuck nope no that is NOT a reference to what I think it is nope FUCK (this is hitting me hard FUCK)

Not hungry again..... Fuck this is gonna be the storyline for S2 ahhhhhhhhhhh it's gonna HURT

I heard the sea???? I heard the mutherfuckin sea

Gender explorers?? Never heard of it!!

Ohh just noticed that Tao is left handed

Such an awkward "hey" nooooo😭😭😭

Oh god he was about to cry FUCK

Oh no he quit :(

Hahahah Fanta (used to love the one they had with out the fizz, I can't deal with fizz it's too spicy for me afsjdgjsdh)

"I deserve to be appreciated" YES TAO YOU DOOOOOOO

That No was so quick ahajshdjjddj "pissed off at him a bit longer" lmao

That eyebrow raise IM DEAD

DONT SAY THE S WORD

COMMON CHARLIE COMMUNICATE😭😭

Wonder if we see Nick tell his mum

No one and I mean NO ONE better pick on Elle

Oh fuck I was not expecting this much angst............... I love it

Ahhhhh Tao and Elle hug😭😭😭😭

Isaac and his books I love him so goddamn much

YES YOU ARE A NICE TEACHER YOU'RE THE BEST😭😭😭

UGH FUCK U BEN

Holy shit he's fast

YAY :D group hug

YES TELL HIM OFF CHARLIE

AWWWWW yes hugssss they made up😭😭😭😭😭😭

they're running in the school🥺🥺 thinking about when they went to the Louvre together ahhhhh

GO ISSAC

TARA AND DARCY KISS

Isaac is such a bubbly person I ADORE him

Kissssssssss

They are so cute

Agsjsgdjshd is she gonna tell him???

Oh shit this is it agaishdjdhdhd

NO FUCK

OMG WAIT WAIT WAIT

NO FUCK

U FUCKER

They better get together in S2 in Paris and in the Louvre

Ohhh is Tao now realising his feelings???

Awww Nick only sees Charlie🥺🥺🥺

WAIT WHAT

WHAT IS HE DOING

WHAT

HE DOING!?!?!?

NO DONT DO THIS TO ME

OMG IS HE GONNA.......

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

OMG IT'S THAT FROM WHEN THEY WHERE REHEARSING AND JOE WAS ON A CHAIR AND KIT LOOKING UP????

Oh okay thank god hahahahha

But omg he held his hand and took them away🥺🥺🥺

Imogen is happy for him yayyyyy

Seeing all the couple's.... And then Isaac lmao such aroace vibes

"I don't wanna break up" AHHHHHHHHHH

That confession was *chefs kiss*

IM SCREAMING

AHHHH MORE KISSSSSSSSSSSS

THE FUCKING RAINBOW IN THE BACKGROUND

YES BEACH DATE

ALICE!?!?????? IS THAT FUCKING ALICE!?!?!? ICONIC

AHHHH kissing outside🥺🥺🥺

God I miss fish and chips

Omg the photo booth🥺🥺🥺

Like the fucking comic omg no one touch me😭😭😭😭😭

HE'S BISEXUAL YES💖💜💙

"omg I like you so much" NICK YOU ARE A GOLDEN RETRIEVER

No don't get your shoes wet😭😭😭😭😭

I LOVE THEIR HUGSSSSSSSS

"Why are we like this" I'm crying again fuck, I'm literally crying

Cuddling agsisgdjshshsj

Omgomgomg is he gonna tell her???🥺🥺🥺🥺 Is he gonna cry???🥺🥺🥺

The Menorca holiday lmao

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE GIVE US A S2

OMG THIS MOMENTS THIS MOMENT AHHHHHHHHHH

SARAH IS SUCH A GREAT MUM I CANT😭😭😭😭

A HAPPY ENDING? IN MY QUEER STORY? its more likley than you think

Uhh yeah I mean I think yall know my opinion based on my reactions so......... No words

Literally no words because it was so goddamn good, 11/10

#heartstopper #heartstopper spoilers #mine

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deshirea · 3 years ago

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when asked for a bit of her time, desirae hart, twenty three year old socialite and heiress, ( grand daughter of american millionaire and armani co - founder, celeste hart ) welcomed us with more than open arms and greeted us like an old friend when she sat down with us over a few cups of tea in her luxurious paris vacation home, to discuss the good, the bad, and the ugly of being accepted into northridge university’s very own professor griswold’s exclusive law class.

read along to find out what makes hart laugh, cry, and “burst out of excitement” as she discusses the importance of family’s support, friendly competition ( alongside hart is liroux’s beloved, princess céline bouiette ) and the determination of going after what you’re destined for.

so you’ve been accepted into one of the most prestige law programs in the world. what are your genuine thoughts? put them into words as best you can.

desirae: “amazed, [...] like utterly amazed. don’t get me wrong, i know i’ve been doing all i can, and then some. i mean, this is my future we’re talking about, so of course i’ve been taking it seriously, but to have the letter in my hand and to know that all my hard work got me here still feels unreal and i’m nothing but thankful. especially because i’m able to share this with my family. to have a dream is great, but to have a dream that your whole family’s invested in is this whole ‘other thing, and it’s just a great feeling. they’re all real proud of me, which makes me proud of myself too.” the socialite is grinning ear to ear the whole time, her smile is so radiant and energetic that we can’t help but smile along with her. it’s clear that her family means a great deal to her. [ in video format, there is a picture that’s in black and white of desirae and celeste embracing. desirae is wearing a leotard and a tutu, accompanied by ballet shoes. it’s apparent that she’s just gotten out of ballet practice. ]

you have an awfully close bond with your grand mother, celeste. how often do the two of you keep touch?

desirae: “oh, we’re as thick as thieves. i’ve got her number right here on speed dial,” she proceeds to grab her phone, turning it around to show her grand mother’s contact photo. “oh! i have her last message right here, it says ‘love you very much, don’t have great reception, but i’ll call you as soon as i can, super proud of you !!!!’ and i’ve even got her sending emojis, they’re the wrong ones half the time, but i always send her some back to encourage her. she’s like my best friend, after y’know my mom,” a short breath as she settles her phone back on her lap. “and céline, of course,”

of course, how could we forget one of the cutest friendships of our generation? princess céline, how are you guys? how do you feel about her epic romance with charming son of prime minister, theodore duponts?

desirae: “me and cél are great, we just have one of those friendships where we can go months without talking and then hang out and it’s like we’ve never left each others’ side, you know? she was my very first friend, so i’m always going to hold her near and dear to my heart-” “months?” “oh, no, it’s just an expression. it hasn’t necessarily been months, we catch up frequently with each other, we just have busy schedules, and y’know her and theo are like madly in love, so i try not to steal her away her so much,” a giggle as she points to the camera and shoots a wink. “but you know, now that we’re going to be walking the halls together, he might just have to manage. but no, they’re really great for each other, i’m one hundred percent a shipper, like i definitely have a stan account floating around out there for them.” this time there’s a chuckle. “seriously guys, get #desiasmaidofhonor’ trending, i’m counting on you.”

so is there anyone special you’ve got your eye on? or are you just keeping things simple and light for now?

desirae: “me and dating just having been seeing eye to eye right now. i mean, i personally just don’t see the need to rush into it. we’re young, we’ve got out our whole lives to find that person we’re going to be with, you know? i’m at the base of my career, i think keeping a leveled head and having my eye on the prize should be my direct focus,” she takes a sip of her tea, before placing the cup back onto the plate, hovering atop her chanel dress, long black satin gloves hold onto the cup with elegance, pinky is held out forward. “i just know what i can manage, and mixing business with pleasure isn’t my forte, but major props to those who can. i just prefer a clear mind,”

#・。 ◟ 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 › ❪ a work of art. ❫#northridgetalk #petty petty girl.

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otome0heart · 5 years ago

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[Fanfic] Music of the Heart (Victor)

The miracle happened and I managed to finish Victor’s BD fanfic a month later *headdesk* I wanted to write something for Valentine’s Day but... maybe later... I have a few days off at the end of the month because of local festivities and maybe I’ll be able to produce something. I hope you enjoy this late gift for our beloved CEO ^^

Title: Music of the Heart

Genre: Romance

Words: 6061

Notes: This story is very musical, there are four different pieces scattered through it. I’ll leave you the links in case you want to play them while you read, or want to listen to them in the musical part of the story :) They go in order:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZARU_PNizc (this is a tutorial, so maybe you want to skip until they start playing).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ryUG57yUQI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1prweT95Mo0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qrKjywjo7Q

Also, sorry for my maybe-not-very-accurate music vocabulary, I tried to look for them in different dictionaries but if I got any of them mistaken, please point it out so I can correct it. And now, with no more delay...

MUSIC OF THE HEART

As the last musical notes faded in the emptiness of the bedroom, the young woman sighed relieved, though not as satisfied as she had expected. She still failed at reaching the highest notes correctly and was still insecure in a passage, even though the melody in her mind sounded perfect. However, as she verified looking at a nearby clock, there was no time for another rehearsal if she wanted to have everything ready on time. And she was sure that she would not have even an extra second, knowing him.

She left the cello on its stand, picked up the partiture and put it on the shelf next to her. Then, with great care, she placed the bow and her beloved instrument inside their case, making sure that everything was perfectly secured before closing it. And then, she ran to the bathroom to have a quick shower.

Being Victor's birthday so close to Christmas made the task of finding a present for him even more difficult than it already was. After walking in and out of shopping centres and exclusive shops for several days, she had almost given up. It seemed impossible to buy something for a man that had everything, and who could afford whatever he desired at the moment he wished for it.

And then, it had hit her as she was curling up in the sofa, drinking some hot tea before bed, her eyes wandering around the room while thinking of his gift until they fell on her cello. She had smiled as she left her cup on a low table and stood up, walking silently to the corner of the room by the window. If there was not anything material she could give him, then, she could present him with something that she knew he would appreciate. He had always been fond of classical music and even had a piano at home, though he did not play very well. It was only recently that he had allowed her to teach him a little, revealing to her in the process small pieces of his memories with his mother as they played together, and she could see that music really meant much more for him than just an entertainment.

However, as strange as it seemed, he had never heard her play the cello. When he had been in her home, he had glanced curiously at the instrument perfectly set on its stand a few times, but had never asked her about it.

And then, she had gone on the quest to find the perfect piece. In the end, she had chosen two, but after thinking carefully about it while she was under the shower, she had decided to play only one. She would make up for it by playing a few more songs on the piano.

She came out of the bathroom and, with her hair still wrapped in a towel, she started to dress in the elegant clothes she had prepared beforehand. It did not matter that the concert she had planned was short or that it would be celebrated in his house, Victor would never overlook that she was not wearing the appropriate garments, and the last thing she wanted was to hear a remark about it. Besides, she liked to dress smartly now and then, and most of the times that they could squeeze a date in their busy schedules, he usually picked her up from her workplace, so she did not have time to refresh herself, wear pretty clothes or comb her hair in a more mature style.

She watched herself in the mirror, as she used one last bobby pin in her updo and gave the last touches with the curling iron to the whisps of hair that framed her face. Then, she put on a pair of diamond earrings that Victor had given her for their first anniversary and her engagement ring on her left hand. She did not wear it frequently, since one of her greatest fears was to lose it while running around in a filming location, and after a few arguments with him, her fiancé had resigned himself to seeing her ring finger bare most of the time they were together.

She could not help blushing as she gazed at it fondly, remembering that special moment. There had not been a great display of his wealth or an extravagant setting. Despite being a public figure, Victor was also very private, and even though he had not said anything about it, she was sure that the last thing he had wanted was to see their special moment in a photo on the cover of a gossip magazine or on a TV programme.

There had not been any grand gesture either. After finishing successfully a long tiring project, he had taken her to Paris for a short holiday and while they had dinner in their hotel suite, under the candlelight, he had taken her hand on the table and had asked her to allow him to be part of her life forever.

None had prepared her for that and tears of incredulity and happiness had slid down her cheeks, unsettling him with the thought of a refusal. Once she had taken him out of his mistake, he had shown her the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. Made of platinum, it had a beautiful oval diamond in the centre, framed by a milgrain and bead set halo. The band also had three small diamonds on each side. As he put it on her finger, he told her that it had been his late mother's ring and that he was sure that she would be proud of her wearing it. That had made her cry harder but this time, Victor had kissed her tears away with such tenderness in his eyes and his features that she had blurted out her deep feelings for him, overwhelmed by so many emotions. His response in kind, as he had leant his forehead on hers with a soft smile gracing his lips, was deeply engraved in her heart and mind, as it had been the first time she had heard those words from him. He had always been a man who showed his affection with actions but he seemed to know how much it had meant for her and had chosen the perfect moment to do it.

With a deep breath, she brought herself back from her memories and brushed the wetness in her lashes that threatened to ruin her make up. Turning around, she checked once again the contents in her handbag and picked up her coat. Then, walking to where she had left her cello, she adjusted it to her back and, with a last look at her apartment, she picked up a paper bag and walked to the door.

Victor closed the door of his house with a tired sigh. Nothing annoyed him more than an unscheduled meeting that ruined his already set plans. Not that his birthday had a special meaning for him, but since his path had crossed with a certain silly girl, her childish enthusiasm for little unimportant things had permeated his pragmatism and, even though he still saw some of her ideas half-baked, he enjoyed seeing her wide smile and her eyes shining with delight. He was probably spoiling her a bit too much but he liked the feelings it awoke in him.

The first thing he had seen when he had woken up for his morning jog was her birthday greeting on his smartphone, sent exactly at midnight, the message so filled with happy faces and celebration emoticons that he could not help a smile gracing his lips. She was an idiot for being awake until so late on a working day but also, he knew deep inside that he had expected nothing less from her. Her second message showed her disappointment for not being able to meet him, also accompanied by cascade-crying little yellow emojis. After a brief answer, he had kept on going with his day with the idea of inviting her to Souvenir for dinner once he made sure her schedule allowed it. That was until a sudden fluctuation in the American stock market which affected some of his investments had put paid to his intentions.

However, he would make sure to clear his schedule on Saturday to let her do as she pleased, as he was sure she already had a plan for him in her mind.

A soft rustle stopped his arm on his way to turn on the lights and put all his senses on alert, and he scanned his living room in the darkness. In the faint light that entered through the window at the back and the ones on the first floor, nothing seemed out of the ordinary even though he was really sure of what he had heard. And suddenly, an idea, a really silly one, came to his mind, and he turned on the lights.

The cheerful melody of the Happy Birthday song reached his ears and his eyes fell on his fiancée, sitting at the far end of the room, playing the beautiful white grand piano he kept there. He moved his head while a small smile played on his lips. He should have guessed that she would never let his birthday pass with just something as simple as a birthday greeting.

She met his eyes briefly and a big grin appeared on her mouth. Her dexterous fingers were playing an arrangement of the song a little slower than usual and filled with harmonies that made it sound richer and a bit less childish.

Victor put one of his hands in the pocket of his coat while balancing his briefcase in the other, waiting for her to finish to remove them and approach her. However, when the music ended, she was the one to stand up and walk to him, her fingers laced on her front and her cheeks flushed with excitement and, he guessed, a bit of embarrassment.

He had to say that she was especially beautiful that night. She had combed her hair in an elegant bun, decorated with some crystal pins in the shape of small roses. She was wearing black trousers, black mary-jane shoes and a black lace blouse with slightly puffy sleeves and a round neck that accentuated her fair skin. Her make up was also more defined than usual, which made her eyes bigger and her features slightly more mature.

“Happy birthday!” the young woman exclaimed when she stopped in front of him.

“You couldn't let it pass, could you?” he replied as he took off his coat and scarf.

“Never.”

She took his garments from him and went to the wardrobe in the hall to hang them neatly, humming softly. He chuckled silently and then, putting his hands on his waist, he looked around.

She had decorated his house too, as expected, though not as lavishly as other years. However, it seemed that she had gathered all the Christmas tree lights she had been able to, since everything, from the railing of the staircase to the mirror above the fireplace was decorated with flickering little bulbs which she had turned on at some point after playing, without him noticing. Also, there were some wreaths made of hand-made paper flowers and snowflakes hanging from the edge of the mantel shelf of the fireplace and the pictures on each side of it, making him wonder how she had managed to reach such height without any help.

“Do you like it?” she had stopped behind him and was lowering the intensity of the light of the big lamp which hung from the ceiling with the switch, so he could appreciate the colourful fairy lights better.

“It could be worse” she pouted slightly and he had to hold the smile that threatened to appear on his face. “When did you have time to do all this?” he walked into the living room and brushed with his fingers a small snowflake that hung from a bell jar which covered a wreath of lights shaped as roses in what seemed a makeshift lamp.

A soft blush covered her cheeks.

“Well, when I could take some short breaks at work and also-”

“You didn't cut short your sleeping hours, did you?”

The heat on her face became more intense and her eyes wandered around the room and he furrowed his brows, a bit annoyed.

“You know it's very important to rest properly to be in full shape the following day.”

“Yes, and I did it. I worked properly on the projects too... I just wanted to make you happy.

Victor sighed and then, lifted his hand to pat her head softly.

“I understand” she met his gaze with a smile. “But it also makes me happy that you take good care of yourself.”

She nodded and his frown disappeared. Then, he looked at his watch.

“I don't know if we'll be able to find an open place to have dinner, and if we go to Souvenir...”

“Don't worry about that” she grinned and put her hands behind her. “I made a cake so, if you brew some tea, we can have that.”

He shook his head.

“Not a very good choice for a night meal...”

“Oh, come on” she grabbed his hand and started walking to the kitchen, pulling him along. “Once a year isn't going to be so bad.”

Victor grumbled a little before taking a kettle out and filling it with water. When he turned, his fiancée was leaning on the counter, watching him with a bemused smile.

“You could make yourself useful instead of just staring at me” he opened a cabinet and took out two plates and two cups. “You like doing that too much.”

She giggled as she took the individual tablecloths with winter motives and the tableware he gave her and with a soft humming, she went to the living room. He chuckled, moving his head, and turned to another cupboard, where he kept different blends of tea.

After choosing a specific Oolong one which could go well with sweets, he realised she had not gone back to the kitchen. A second later, as he was ready to admonish her for skipping her helping duty, the sound of a melody played on the piano stopped him on his tracks.

The opening tune of Salut d'Amour, soft and sweet, made his heart flutter, knowing immediately how much of her affection for him was being poured into every note. The tempo was faster than in other versions he had heard before, probably because of her excitement at the moment, but it sounded beautiful. The temptation of getting nearer, of watching her as she played was almost overwhelming, and he lowered the fire in the stove so the water could take longer to boil and the kettle would not make any noise to disturb that precious moment. Silently, he walked to the living room and stayed half hidden by the staircase, watching her.

Despite her expressiveness in other aspects of her life, her movements as her hands danced over the keyboard, reaching for further keys when necessary, were exquisite, far from the exaggerated ones of some musicians. Without any effort, he could picture her eager expression and the small smile that unconsciously played on her lips every single time she played, and that made the corners of his mouth lift slightly.

As the piece reached its central part, the fleeting thought of that being their life together once they got married crossed his mind. The idea of her constant presence in his mornings and nights, filling each corner of his house and his existence with her smiles, her warmth, her music, only made him wish the day would arrive sooner. However, the preparations were going slower than he desired since it was her wish not to leave everything to the wedding planner, but up to that moment, their schedules had been packed with meetings and projects.

He stayed until she got to the last strains of the melody and then, he returned to the kitchen silently. The music ended and shortly after, the young woman returned with a satisfied expression and humming softly. He did not say anything but the softness of his features and the flickering in his pupils as he briefly glanced at her while he prepared the teapot was enough for her to know that he had enjoyed her performance.

She had barely reached the drawer where the napkins were when he spoke.

“Had you been waiting for long when I arrived?”

The first thing that crossed her mind was to tell a white lie, but Victor would see through it immediately.

“Well, yes... I had checked with Goldman your schedule for today but when you didn't arrive by the time I was expecting you, I supposed something had come up at work... I hope it was nothing serious.”

He sighed and, at that moment, the kettle whistled and he turned off the stove.

“We had an unexpected meeting after some fluctuations in the American stock market. Fortunately, it was just a variation caused by some bad decisions, but nothing that some calls and a videoconference could not solve” he lifted his head to her as he poured the boiled water over a beautiful antique clay tea set which he liked to use on special occasions. “I apologise, if I had known-”

“It's not your fault, Victor” she smiled lovingly at him. “That's how work is, we both know it.”

He nodded as he carefully picked up the cups one by one. Then, she watched him go through the different steps of the ceremony with precision and meticulousness, as if she were an important guest to please and lavish.

“Are you free on Saturday?” he said once he finished, setting the set in a new tray, ready to take it to the living room while the beverage brewed in the teapot. “As compensation, I'll take you wherever you want.”

“I think that I only have some things to take care of early in the morning, but I'll check it tomorrow and call you” she approached him with a smile. “And now, go and sit down” she said as she pushed his back lightly.

He observed her suspiciously for a moment before turning around and disappearing into the next room.

The young woman took the cake from the fridge, delighted to see that the time it had been outside while she was waiting for him to arrive had not affected to its shape. She knew it was not perfect but she had spent the whole morning baking and frosting it and she hoped that it was edible according to Victor's standards. She opened the cupboard where he kept the biggest pots and extracted a small packet with candles she had hidden inside one of them. Then, she placed them carefully on the cake. Taking a deep breath, she picked it up from the counter and then, followed him.

Victor could not help a small, silent chuckle as he saw her approach carrying a big cake enough to feed half of her staff. She set it on the low table in front of him and his gaze fell on it. It was obvious that she had improved her cooking skills under his supervision during the years they had been together, though she still had a long way to go. The cake was a bit crooked, the frost decoration was irregular and a bit messy, and the message wishing him happy birthday seemed written by a five-year-old. However, her expectant face and sparkling eyes watching the candles as she lit them one by one made up for all that in his eyes. Nothing mattered to him more than her happiness.

She turned to him after putting the lighter she had brought from the kitchen on the tray, but before she could urge him, he closed his eyes making the same wish as every single previous birthday he had celebrated with her.

'I wish to make you happy, to spend my whole life beside you.'

It took him only a second and then, he blew the candles, opening his eyes. She rolled her eyes at his promptness, took a knife and gave it to him to cut the cake. A small smile played on his lips as he took it, remembering how she had made birthday wishes for him on the first one they had celebrated together and then, he had tricked her into telling him what they had been. Since that year, she had never talked about wishes after they had been made. Not that he would tell her them either. He handed her a plate with the first piece and then, he served one for himself and took a bite. He could feel her eyes on him as he savoured it, as if waiting for his verdict.

“Not bad” he said, and she furrowed her brows in a delicate frown; not wanting her to feel disappointed on such a special date, and sure that she had made a great effort, he continued. “The decoration is still sloppy and the chocolate frosting is slightly bitter so it clashes with the sweetness of the crème pâtissière. However, the sponge cake is soft and since it's just slightly sweet, it mixes perfectly with the flavour of the filling.”

She nodded and her lips pressed in a thin line, and he knew that his words had come across rightfully and she was already determined to make it better the next time.

They ate in silence, alternating the dessert with sips of the fragrant tea. He watched her wiping the chocolate from the cake, eating it in a big spoonful, and make a face at the bitter traces it surely had left on her tongue. Immediately, she picked up some cream and her expression changed into one of delight. He barely could contain the smile fighting to reach his lips and he took another bite to conceal it. He loved how each of her emotions showed on her face, how she was so predictable and at the same time, managed to surprise him every single time.

He politely refused a second serving and watched her as she cut another piece for herself much bigger than the first one, the comment dying on his lips as she made a soft sound of pleasure when the sweetness filled her mouth again. He rested his elbow on the back of the sofa, leaning his cheek on his palm, gazing at her tenderly, feeling infected by her joy.

With a satisfied sigh, the young woman left the plate on the table next to his and leant back, patting her stomach softly.

“One day, you're going to make yourself sick with so much food.”

She glanced at him smugly.

“I was hungry” she pursed her lips. “I didn't eat much for lunch and after I finished with the decorations, I didn't have any snacks thinking you'd arrive soon” his eyes wavered and she continued before he could speak. “And don't apologise.”

Victor held his gaze on her a bit more and then, he straightened, ready to tidy up the table.

“I'll do it.”

She stopped him putting a hand on his arm and then, she stood up, gathering the plates and cups and returning to the kitchen. A few seconds later, he heard the water running in his sink and the soft clink of the crockery being washed. He breathed deeply and then, leant back his head, staring at the ceiling.

It had been months since the last time he had been able to enjoy such peace in his own home. Most days, he came back just to go to bed, after working overtime or dinner appointments with clients, and when he could, he liked to take her to dates, or to Souvenir. On the scarce occasions he arrived early, he ended up reviewing documents or putting the last touches to a meeting. Enjoying a home-made meal not made by him next to her in a place where they could be themselves was like a luxury he could rarely afford.

“Tired?” her soft voice and the touch of her fingers on his arm took him out of his reverie.

His fiancée had sat down beside him and was looking at him with concerned eyes.

“A little” he turned his head to her and he saw her straighten, her hand leaving his shirt, and he hurried to hold it. “But I'm glad that you came...”

She settled back with a smile, her face taking on a lovely shade of pink. A comfortable silence settled around them, as they shared glances, and unconsciously, Victor started playing with the ring on her finger. It had made him extremely happy to see her wearing it. He understood her reasons for not doing it frequently, but that did not mean that he agreed with them. However, he had decided to respect her decision, especially knowing how much she valued that that jewel had belonged to his mother. His attention focused on his actions for a few seconds and then, he lifted her hand, kissing it reverently, making her heart flutter uncontrollably in her chest.

“We need to keep going with the preparations...”

A warm feeling spread inside her and she blushed lightly under his mauve gaze.

“I already cleared three days next week and made an appointment at a bridal shop.”

That made him smile.

“Do you need me to go with you?”

“Victor!” she furrowed her brows, indignant. “The groom can't see the bride before the wedding!”

He chuckled affectionately, lacing his fingers with hers and leaning forward. She met him halfway and the soft caress of their mouths soon deepened, seeking each other's warmth, getting closer as he wrapped his other arm around her shoulders and her hand brushed across his abdomen to circle his waist. The aftertaste of the cake was even more luscious in the other's lips and they enjoyed it slowly until they parted, almost out of breath, and he nuzzled her temple as she hid her face in the curve of his neck.

“I love you...” she whispered against his throat, and he pressed a kiss on her forehead, cradling her head and stroking her hair in a gesture full of affection.

She sighed happily, relaxing against him as he continued his ministrations, and soon, her lids grew heavier, nestled in his loving embrace.

Well,” he said, feeling the progressive lethargy taking ahold of her body and looking at his watch. “Tomorrow, you and I have work so I think it's time to drive you home-”

That woke her up instantly and she sprung from his arms, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Wait! I still haven't given you your present!”

He arched his brows, a bit surprised.

“I thought your present was the cake and you sneaking into my house to do as you pleased...”

“Stop teasing me...” she pulled a long face. “I wanted to give you something special...”

His eyes filled with tenderness as his hand came to rest on her cheek. How he wanted to say that her presence was more than enough present, that every single moment spent with her was special to him. That he considered a miracle having encountered her a second time in his life, and a privilege to be the recipient of her love.

At his touch, she lifted her head only to find him a breath away from her lips. His kiss, soft and sweet, was more eloquent than any of the words he had said before. She felt cherished and safe, and there was pure devotion in his pupils, as she saw herself reflected on them when they separated.

“Fine” he murmured, his breath caressing her skin softly.

The grin that appeared on her mouth was almost blinding, and Victor felt his heart skip a beat. Maybe it was true that birthday wishes became true...

“Now, cover your eyes. I want it to be a surprise.”

He sighed and then, humoring her, he crossed his arms on his chest and closed his lids. He heard her soft steps getting away and then, noises on the other side of the room, of pieces of furniture being moved. The sound of latches being opened and something metallic made him frown.

“I hope you're not making a mess of my house.”

“I'm not!” she replied defensively, looking at him. “And no peeking.”

He crossed his legs.

“I'm not.”

After a few more minutes and some more noise, everything went silent.

“You can look now.”

As he was opening his lids, he heard her breathe deeply and then, the first notes of the Prelude for Bach's Cello Suit started filling the room. Victor became mesmerized as she extracted an exquisite melody out of the cello balanced between her knees, her nimble fingers dancing over the strings while the bow drew across them. There was something different about her, a special light reflected on her soft features and a light blush dusted her cheeks, and he felt her love for that instrument, maybe stronger than for the piano.

He had been curious about her playing the cello since the first time he had seen it in her house, sitting on its stand, waiting patiently for its owner to play it. However, there had been more pressing matters at hand and he had pushed his questions at the back of his mind. Later, he had discovered she played the piano, she had learnt that he had a grand piano in his living room and, as their relationship grew stronger, they had started to play easy tunes together and she had taken up the role of his instructor for more difficult ones. She had never mentioned the cello to him and he had respected her privacy, thinking that maybe, someday, she would share it with him. And though he was not sure why she had decided to do it that day, he was grateful and deeply moved that she had deemed him worthy of entering that secret corner of her heart, the warm, rich tones resounding inside him, making a home in his chest and reaching every corner of his being.

She was approaching the end of the piece and something compelled him to get nearer her, even if it was a little. His body bent on its own, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees and his chin on his laced fingers.

When the young woman finished, there was no sound in the living room, not clapping, not a single comment, good or bad, about her performance, and that disheartened her. As she lifted her head to him, she found his piercing gaze fixed on her. She could not read his expression and for a second, she panicked thinking that he had not liked it. However, her eyes met his and she saw something deep in them, a dark turbulence filled with raw emotion which made her heart thunder in her chest and for a moment, she felt like she could drown in the mauve ocean of his pupils.

“Could you play another one?”

She had not expected that and she startled, suddenly pulled out of her trance.

“Can you not?”

His quiet voice was not demanding neither defiant. However, it carried a hopeful tone that reached deep inside her.

“I've been rehearsing another piece but...” she bit her lower lip. “I still make mistakes so...”

“It doesn't matter” the storm in his eyes subsided a little at the same time as his features softened. “I'd like to listen to it.”

She doubted for a moment more before furrowing her brows and breathing deeply, and closed her eyes. The melody and the notes flowed in her mind, and she put the bow on the strings. Then, her fingers moved slowly over the strings as she started to play the beautiful, serene chords of The Swan.

Victor swallowed the knot that had set in his throat as his heart hammered in his chest when she reached the first high notes. The warm and melancholic tune was like the cry of a wounded swan, suffering and fighting death but never losing its elegance and beauty. In a certain way, it reminded him of her. When she first approached him, she was struggling to avoid losing every single thing that meant the world to her: her father's precious memory, his legacy... And even though he had made things extremely difficult for her, her determination and her spirit had made her shine brightly in his eyes.

He saw her flinch as one of the notes sounded off-key but she frowned delicately, not breaking the cadence and trying to reach properly the correct place in the strings with her fingers. They slipped twice more and then, when the melody went back to lower tones, it became more confident and powerful again. Her movements slowed as she approached the end and he was sure that if his nature was different, the beautiful melody would have brought tears to his eyes.

“Sorry if it hasn't been very good...” blushing with embarrassment, not really wanting to look at him, she stood up and put the cello in the stand she had set next to the stool. “I hope I didn't make too many mistakes, I-”

Her voice got caught in her throat as his arms enveloped her in a tight embrace. She felt him lean his cheek on top of her head and his breath deep and even, filling his chest fully.

“Victor?” the young woman pushed at his arms, trying to see his face. “Are you okay?”

His only response was to keep her even closer to him and in the end, she just wrapped her arms around his waist, offering him her blind support.

Victor had always wondered how it was possible that she was capable of making his world shake to its foundations with just the smallest gesture. As a child, she had engraved herself into his heart in the brief moments they had been together and as an adult, she had stolen it again with her perseverance, her strength and her innocence. And now, with just her music, she had reached even deeper into his soul. He pressed a soft lingering kiss on her hair, smelling her delicate perfume.

“Thank you...”

His words were barely a whisper in her ear and she almost missed it, contented as she was snuggled up against his chest. She felt his muscles relax under her hands and loosened her hold on him, allowing him to move. His eyes had regained some of their usual calmness though she could see they still sparkled with contained emotion. On impulse, she lifted her hand and caressed his cheek. She had never imagined such a small thing would mean so much for him. Otherwise, she would have done it long before.

“Will you play for me again someday?”

She smiled.

“Every time you want me to” she tilted her head a bit. “Just let me know beforehand so I have some time to rehearsal properly.”

“If you do it every day, you'll be prepared without me giving you and advance notice.”

She pouted a bit, her lids lowering slightly.

“If you reduce my amount of work, then I'll have time for that.”

“Organise yourself better and you'll be able to do everything.”

“That's easy for you to say when you can stop time to get to everything.”

“I told you countless times before” the corners of his lips lifted up slightly and his eyes twinkled mischievously. “I only do that on special occasions.”

Then, as silence fell around them and the flicker of the fairy lights stilled, he leant forward and kissed her, stealing the words from her mouth, transporting them into a world suspended in a single moment that, if he wanted, he could make eternal.

THE END

#otome games #mr. love queen's choice #mlqc #fanfic #mlqc victor #li zeyan

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kayluh1915 · 5 years ago

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Homecoming

Summary: Gavin returns from a two-week-long business trip. He's exhausted but very happy to see Ryan again.

Words: 1987

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff... dat’s all, folks!

Nothing can stop my Freewood addiction at this point... ya'bitch is hooked so expect more.¯\_(ツ)_/¯

THIS FIC IS A REPOST! I dun did fucked up and posted a major fandom no-no which I feel SUPER terrible about. I'm still learning the rules of this side of the internet and I made a mistake. So, here's me correcting it because respect for the people involved is always my #1 priority! If you want more context, you can read this post I made earlier. Hopefully, my future mistakes will be less yikes™ in the future.

As always, comments are welcomed and encouraged... even if it's to call out a no-no!

Even with the rewrites, I'm VERY pleased with how this turned out even if it didn't pan out how I expected it to. I hope you can now finally enjoy it the way I do if you choose to give me a second chance. <3

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The airport was busy. Far too busy for a Wednesday evening, Ryan thought, but he didn’t pay much attention to the unusual foot traffic. He was more focused on listening for the announcement that Gavin’s flight from London had landed. He hadn’t seen him in a little over two weeks and it was starting to get to him. Of course, Gavin’s busy traveling schedule was nothing new to him, but no matter how often he packed his bags it would always be hard for Ryan to watch him depart and even harder to wait for his return.

His heart leaped in his chest when the familiar ding came over the intercom, but he disappointedly settled back down into his chair when it was just a last call for another airline. Ryan took off his grey AH hat to run a nervous hand through his hair, setting the worn thing aside as he absentmindedly reached for his phone. He didn’t expect to have anything new since it had only been not five minutes since he’d checked it last, but to his surprise, he had a new message from Dan. He opened it and smiled wide when he saw that he had sent him a series of photos of Gavin while he was away on his trip.

Some showed him on set, completely engrossed in his cameras while others were more… unorthodox. His favorite, in particular, was the one of Gavin hanging upside down in a hotel bed making the most ridiculous face he had ever seen him make… and he’d seen a lot of Gavin's faces. Dan was also in the photo, sitting on the floor beside him and making a face of a similar caliber.

"You should post the hotel one on Instagram." Ryan texted back, only half joking. Dan replying almost immediately.

"You’re kidding, right? He'd bloody murder me when he flies back here next week." Ryan continued to scroll through the pictures Dan had sent him, the smile on his face only growing wider with each one. Gavin sends him photos while he’s away as well and he enjoys every single one, but Dan… he got the ones Ryan really wanted. The ones of Gavin being carefree and enjoying time with one of his oldest friends, his eyes crinkled up with laughter and his bright smile lighting up Ryan’s previously darkened world.

Just when he had finished looking through the pictures, Dan sent one more and Ryan stopped breathing for a solid five seconds. It was a photo of Gavin at a cafe somewhere in Paris right as the sun was setting, the golden rays kissing his skin as he sipped at the drink in his hands. His green eyes were glassed over, clearly so lost in his own head that he probably didn’t even realize that Dan had taken a photo.

“Forgot one, sorry. Figured you’d enjoy this one.” Ryan swallowed hard.

“Understatement of the fucking year.” Dan only replied with three laughing emojis as Ryan set the photo as both his home and lock screen. He didn’t want to live another day without seeing that picture of Gavin. He flat out refused it.

Ryan was so obsessed with looking at the photo that he had nearly missed the announcement he had been waiting for all this time. He hastily pocketed his phone and put his hat back on, sprinting towards the terminal and bouncing anxiously on his heels. Incoming passengers started flooding in, Ryan skimming each one of them for the pair of emerald eyes he had missed so much. Finally, after what seemed like an endless stream of strangers, he finally saw him. He wasn’t nearly as groomed as he had been in the cafe photo. His hair was a mess and he looked exhausted and in need of a hot shower, but that didn’t matter to Ryan. Even when tousled up, he was still beautiful in his eyes.

He watched as Gavin looked over the crowd for him, smiling wide when he had finally found him. Gavin ran into his arms as fast as he could, Ryan hugging him tightly while placing kisses atop his disheveled hair.

“Missed you…” Gavin mumbled, his voice muffled in Ryan’s chest. He only hugged his Brit tighter, pulling his face off his chest to place a tender kiss on his forehead.

“Missed you too. So much…” Gavin flashed Ryan a tired smile, reaching up to properly kiss him. “Was your flight okay?” Gavin sighed, looking over the crowd of his fellow passengers.

“It was quite shit, to be honest.”

“Uh oh... What happened?” Gavin waved him off.

“Later, Love? I’m exhausted and would like to go home to my cat.” Ryan chuckled, kissing Gavin once more.

“Later it is, then. C’mon, let’s get your bags and get you outta here.” Ryan walked with Gavin to baggage claim, his right hand gently resting on the small of Gavin’s back.

“Dan sent me some lovely photos of you right before you landed.” Gavin’s face blushed red, gently face-palming himself.

“Shit... Which ones?” Ryan took out his phone and showed him the one of him and Dan at the hotel. Gav groaned.

“I wish I could tell you that we were drunk or something to justify that, but we were sober. There’s literally no excuse for it…” Ryan laughed, kissing Gavin’s cheek.

“Well, I enjoyed it regardless.” Gavin hummed in response, laying his head down onto Ryan’s shoulder and going silent for a moment.

“I’m so tired, Rye…” He whined, Ryan gently rubbing Gavin's back where his hand had been resting.

“I know, Dear. We’ll be heading home as soon as we grab your bags.”

“Can’t we just leave’em?” He groaned, leaning more of his weight into Ryan.

“You want to leave a $100,000.00 Phantom at the airport?” Gavin scoffed.

“Gotta go back next week, so why not?”

“Hey now, you just got here. Let’s not talk about you leaving again until we have to.” Ryan joked… sort of. Gavin hummed again, the couple going silent after that. His bags finally came in on the belt, Ryan grabbing each one carefully. He wasn’t quite sure which one had Gavin’s Phantom so he was playing it safe with each one.

“Phantom’s in that one. Lenses and small HD in that one. The others you can manhandle for all I care.” Gavin called out, Ryan going way too slow for his liking. Ryan laughed and shook his head.

“Getting a little grumpy on me, aren’t ya?” He joked, Gavin obviously way too tired to deal with his bullshit.

“I just want to go home… please...” Ryan grabbed his bags, holding his hand out in front of him.

“Lead the way, Darling. I’m right behind ya.” ______________________

When Ryan pulled into the garage, he looked over at Gavin to find him knocked completely out, the sudden silence of the car being filled with his soft, heavy breathing. Ryan smiled lovingly at him, getting out of the car and grabbing Gavin’s bags as quietly as he could. He sat the Phantom and his equipment in the office and took his other bags to the laundry room, returning to the car to retrieve his exhausted Brit. He lifted him into his arms, trying his best to not disturb him, but to no avail, his lover stirring as soon as he closed the door to the garage.

“Pu-me down…” He grumbled, gently squirming in Ryan’s grip. “I need a shower and wanna see Smee.” Ryan listened, gently lowering Gavin to his feet and following him into the living room. The 6-year-old siamese in question was standing on the counter, meowing loudly when he saw Gavin. He wasn’t really allowed on the counters, but he gave him a pass just this one time. He lifted the cat into his arms and kissed his head.

“Missed you too, bud.” Ryan made his way over to the cabinet, looking for something to make. He had been too excited to see Gavin and had skipped dinner, but it had caught up with him now that Gavin was home.

“You want anything to eat, Dear?” Gavin thought for a moment, still reuniting with his beloved cat.

“A bit too tired for a meal, to be honest, but I have a feeling you’re going to make me eat anyway so sure.” Ryan smirked. Gavin knew him well.

“You okay with tacos?” Gavin kissed Smee one last time and sat him back down on the hardwood.

“Tacos are fine. While you do that, I’m going to take a shower and get ready for bed. After I eat, I’m sleeping for like a year.” Ryan nodded, pulling out a box of taco shells.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll be down here if you need me.” Gavin walked over to Ryan and placed a kiss on his cheek, heading upstairs to rid himself of that putrid airplane smell. Once he was clean, he dried himself off and dressed with a pair of boxers, socks, and one of Ryan’s shirts. After brushing his teeth, he let the smell of tacos lead him downstairs, his stomach growling at the promise of an incoming meal. Ryan had the table set, two plates of fresh tacos steaming, and filled to the brim. He was grabbing drinks when he saw Gavin come around the corner.

“There you are. I thought you might have fallen asleep in the shower.”

“I’m surprised I didn’t.” Gavin made his way over to the chair, Ryan rushing to pull it out for him after he had sat down a can of coke for Gavin and diet coke for himself. Gav cracked it open, taking a quick swig as Ryan took his seat next to him. They ate in comfortable silence, Ryan watching Gavin closely as he slowly ate. He could tell that he had a million things he wanted to talk about, but was far too exhausted to even process the words.

“You’re staring, Rye,” Gavin muttered with his mouth full. Ryan smirked.

“And?”

“Reserve it for when I don’t look like utter shite.” Ryan shook his head, reaching over to brush a strand of damp hair away from Gavin’s eyes.

“Nonsense, you look beautiful.”

“You always say that,” he scoffed, taking another sip of his coke as Ryan caressed his cheek.

“Because it’s true… even though you think it’s not.” Gavin leaned into Ryan’s palm, another yawn making itself known.

“I need sleep, now. I’m getting too sappy.”

“But I like sappy Gav.” Ryan fake-whined along with an over-exaggerated pout. Gavin ignored him, standing up and stretching out his already fatigued muscles. Ryan stood up with him, beginning to clean up as Gavin started to make his way upstairs.

“You’re coming up too, right?” Gavin asked, standing on the first step as he called out to Ryan.

“Yeah. I’ll be up in a minute, Dear.” He finished climbing up the stairs and dove into bed, curling into the blankets with a loud groan. Laying down in his own bed had never felt so delightful. He hadn’t even realized he had dozed off until Ryan woke him up when he crawled into bed beside him. After he was settled, Gavin crawled over to him and laid his head on his bare chest, listening to his gentle heartbeat. Ryan wrapped his arms around him, placing several kisses wherever he could reach.

“I love you so much, Rye. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you…”

“You’re right, you are getting too sappy.” Gavin gently slapped at his chest, earning a laugh from Ryan.

“Sod off, you knobhead.” Ryan laughed again, placing yet another kiss atop Gavin’s head. After he fell asleep, Ryan whispered:

“You were my lantern in the darkest night, leading me to a happiness that I never thought I’d feel again. You’re my entire world and I love you, my darling.” A quiet snicker breathed across his chest.

“Now who’s being sappy?”

#kayla's incoherent fanfics #homecoming #freewood #rewritten to fix critical mistake #*cringes*

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