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Lucien's Birthday Poem (2023)

Your playful, mysterious eyes

with their fox-like shrewdness

are like mesmerizing, foggy November woods

in early morning

inviting, beckoning me to enter the woods

and explore further.

I just want to stay cozy

with a warm blanket around me.

The woods are ever-changing and deep

just like your eyes.

The scenery hardly stays the same.

You pull me closer,

deeper under your sight

and it’s too late to leave the woods.

I am captivated.

You capture my curiosity like no other.

You tease me, you teach me,

and you motivate me to be better.

I can show you better.

The world is not only dark woods alone.

I can pull you through

over to the other side of the mirror.

Let’s travel together through a world of many colors.

Happy birthday to you,

my favorite Scorpio,

Professor Lucien, Xu Mo!

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☆ [2024] kinktober in deepspace (7/?)

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[🔞] an attempt at kinktober for love and deepspace. please mind the individual chapter tags! all are STC/be updated along the way ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎

🔖—love and deepspace

🐚 RAFAYEL

(i) an artist’s nails [☁️ / fluff / 1.0k]

⭐️ XAVIER

(i) your lipstick stains [☁️ / fluff, suggestive / 1.7k] (ii) to wish upon a star [🔞 / smut, ring play / 7.6k]

❄️ ZAYNE

(i) a doctor’s companion (ft. baymax) [☁️ / fluff, crossover / 1.8k] (ii) sweet macaron (dawnbreaker!zayne) [☁️ / angst, hurt no comfort / 1.0k]

🦋 OTHERS

(i) keep a secret, please! (simone, mc, sylus) [☁️ / 1.3k]

🔖—love and deepspace

🐚 RAFAYEL

(i) [⚠️] verona and omnipotent perception

⭐️ XAVIER

(i) birthday headcanons (ii) sleep (iii) astronaut (iv) [⚠️] evol suppressor and Ever Group (v) frieren

❄️ ZAYNE

(i) a working moment (ii) tiramisu (iii) past birthday (ft. caleb, mc)

🐦‍⬛ SYLUS

(i) first kiss headcanon

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🎄Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays~!🎄 From the MLQC boys & MC

Feel free to use the twitter banner! All I ask is for credits c: I think you can use them for tumblr too? I’m not sure about the size here haha

I actually had Gavin, Kiro, Vic, and Luci’s line arts done since.. last year LOL. I just never finished coloring them cause it was well past Christmas so I thought there was no point ahah. Shaw was added in today c: The references I used only had 4 pics to use lol.

[ontowanderlust]

Ghost., n.

She's everywhere.

At the corner of the living room, in front of the refrigerator in the kitchen, at the side of his desk in his personal study, and sometimes... if he tried so hard, he could even feel the imprint of her body on the bed- his bed.

Everywhere he turned, he could see her outline, he could imagine the way she would usually smile at how his plant is blooming beautifully, or the way she frown when she realized he had forgotten to get groceries for this week.

It's funny how this apartment of his- his temporary home for a mission he took- had became her refuge, traces of her can be found even in the darkest corner of the room.

When had his sanctuary became hers? Had he been so complacent that she began seeking for the safety of his home?

And... just how funny was it for this place he had never called home taunt him, mock him of what he had lost?

I think this piece can very much sums up what happened in uh... ch 25 or was it 26? somewhere in between, a behind the scene something. I'm just really in the mood to do something even if I feel like crap and here it is. Some angst coming your way.

At the end of the day, I'll always find comfort with writing for the MLQC guys... even if I feel like- nevermind.

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Now we have bedhead Lucien too~ who wan mess up dat hair more? Hehe

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Gorgeous 😍😍😍

[all-things-mlqc]

Victor: Some people are like slinkies.

MC: What?

Victor: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs.

MC: Please don’t push Lucien down the stairs.

Victor: You can’t stop me.

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i was wondering if you could write headcanons about the guys being drunk af and accidently confess to MC

say hello to a real late request from me (by now this is totally on brand for me)

Drunk Confessions: Victor:  

Victor is a very private person and I’d say he’d drinks wine regularly, so his alcohol tolerance is high, however sometimes he does overdo it, leading to tonight.

You had just finished applying a face mask to your face, and were standing in front of your bedroom mirror pulling the sheet mask from your face, and you were massaging the excess serum into your face and down your neck, humming a soft tune and dancing around the brightly lit room.

Leaving the bathroom, you wandered around your apartment tidying up all the mess you weren’t able to, as for the last week you had been swamped with work, hence your apartment upkeep had slipped a little bit. However, you stopped when you heard some firm knocking on your front door, noting the time which was far too late for visitors, but you still made your way over to the front door.

Peeking through the peephole in your front door, and to your surprise the person standing outside was Victor. You scrunched your brows, wondering why Victor was at your house, from what you remembered Victor should currently be at a gala for LFG. So why was he here, at your place?

You cautiously opened the door, to reveal Victor looming over your figure, his forearm resting on the doorframe, you noted his alcohol-induced blush and the heavy breathing, the scent of wine wafting over you, “Victor? What are you doing here?” you asked gently.

Victor pushed off the frame and waltzed around you into your apartment kissing your temple as he passed, falling back onto your couch, “Missed you.” his admission causing you to gasp and a smile twitched at the corner of your lips, Victor looked over at you giving you his usual glare but it lacked its usual bite and at that moment he reminded you of a cat.

You padded closer towards him, but once you were within arm’s reach, Victor felt you were still too far and simply stretched out his hand, latching around your wrist tightly and pulling you hard. With a yelp you tumbled into his embrace, tripping over your feet landing within his arms in a tumble of limbs, Victor kept his arms wrapped around you, humming in satisfaction, “You were too far.” Victor’s deep baritone rumbled through your ear, and you shivered at his timbre.  

You choked on your breath, not expecting for 1) Victor to be this drunk and 2) that he even managed to find his way to your apartment. You remembered from before (Victor’s Asmr ‘Drunk in Love’) that Victor tended to get a tad more affectionate and dare you say “clingy” whilst drunk.

You resigned yourself to his warm embrace, (not really complaining with the position you’re in) and snuggled into his arms. Victor feeling your figure had fully relaxed, buried his nose in your hair and breathed in the subtle scent of your hair, “Just stay here, with me.” his voice whispered.

You giggled, “But I need to get you water and some painkillers-”

“Don’t need them.” Victor yawned afterwards

“You won’t be saying that tomorrow, come on let’s go together and then you get some rest.” You reached up and caressed Victor’s hair to placate him into letting you go.

Victor hearing the word “together”, seemed happy enough to release you enough to stand but once he was also standing he latched an arm around your waist, almost escorting you o the kitchen where you gave him a glass of water and reached to give him some painkillers from your medicine cabinet, the whole time Victor sleepily watched you, resting his chin on your shoulder.  

Although your movements were restricted by Victor’s engulfing you in his presence, you were secretly happy at the rare form of affection you were seeing from the usually cold and standoffish CEO. Victor wouldn’t take the glass from you, and therefore you had to raise the glass, tilting it gently so he could drink the cool liquid, pausing slightly to pass him the painkillers, which he did take from your hand and push into his mouth. Once he was finished, you placed the glass into the sink, but you were unable to wash it as Victor immediately dragged you from the sink towards the bedroom.

Once there, Victor unbuttoned his waistcoat, struggling slightly to pull it off, and taking pity on him you helped him pull it off, placing it gently on a spare hanger and hooking it onto the door of your closet. Hearing Victor’s grunts of frustration you turned back around to see the normally capable CEO struggling to remove his tie, hearing your repressed giggles Victor looked up pouting.

“Need help?” you asked smiling, as you padded over, then you reached up carefully working to untangle the knot Victor had made of his tie, all the while he remained silent, staring down at you with soft eyes.

You were startled when Victor’s large hand caressed your hair, and you looked up startled, “What would I do without you, Dummy?” his voice was hoarse but showing fondness.

You pouted muttering, “Adding ‘Dummy’ at the end doesn’t sound like a compliment.”  

Victor laughed finding your aggrieved expression adorable, “But you are a Dummy. MY precious Dummy.” he then yawned, blinking slowly and starting to sway showing he was barely awake. “But I only tell you that to keep your eyes on me.”

Your eyes became watery at Victor’s heartfelt admission and led Victor over to the bed and once you had tucked him in and turned to leave, Victor’s hand shot out of the blanket and grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t....” Victor’s eyes closed for a second, but he kept trying to keep them open, “Don’t... leave... me.”

You patted his hand gently, “I won’t leave, not until you fall asleep.”

Victor smiled gently, his deep eyes locking with yours as you smiled sweetly back, “Goodnight, I love you.” he said it so naturally then drifted off to sleep.

Your smile only grew, happy that the alcohol lowered his guard that you were finally able to hear what was in his heart. And reaching out and carefully brushing his hair back from his forehead you leaned down and placed a light kiss to his forehead, “Sweet Dreams Victor.”

Lucien:

Lucien to me doesn’t seem like the kind of person to drink regularly in public, as he a pretty calculating person and always likes to be aware of his surroundings, something which alcohol would impair. I believe that even if he’s over his alcohol limit and is a little tipsy, he’d be the master of hiding it, and making it seem like he was sober the whole time. However, there are always instances where he lets his guard down a little and unsurprisingly those instances just happen to coincidentally be in your presence.

You were humming along to the song coming from your earphones, as you walked up the stairs to your apartment. It was the end of the month and the end of the quarter, so your company was a little busier checking various reports and finishing paperwork, so you had worked overtime consistently for the last week. But finally, as the weekend began you were glad to finally see the end of your nights of overtime. But you stopped seeing a figure leaning on your front door.

Walking closer, inching your way down the hallway, you scrunched your brows before realising who it was.

“Lucien?” you placed your hand lightly on his shoulder, “Are you okay?”

Lucien turned his head, face flushed and eyes bleary, but once your features entered his vision his brain recognised you in an instance and the brightest smile grew on his face.  

“Y/N? Why are you home so late?” Lucien reached out and pulled you over towards him, caging you between his looming figure and the apartment door, then he leaned down, nuzzling his nose in the hair atop your head.

You were a little confused, but noticing his shaky figure, you placed your hands on his sides to steady him, “Lucien where are your keys, I’ll let you in.” you asked.

Lucien leaned back, shaking his head at you, “Already tried, they don’t work...” he sighed resting his hand atop your hip, “Maybe I took the wrong keys, can you let us in?” his smooth voice, slightly pleading.

You were a tad confused, when it suddenly clicked, Lucien’s so drunk that he thinks you live together, at this train of thought, you felt your cheeks prickle with heat and you bit your lip to hide your growing smile. Pushing at his chest you managed to get him to back off, albeit with Lucien pouting in the most adorable fashion. You then turned around, fishing your keys from your bag and opened the door, the whole time Lucien’s comforting warmth surrounded you.

Once inside Lucien tried to pull you over to the living room’s couch, and despite his pulling you managed to placate him enough to sit by himself whilst you got some water for him and some painkillers. Reaching back to the living room, you noticed Lucien muttering to himself as he lay on his back staring at your ceiling, at your return he sluggishly sat up, beaming happily and looking closely you noticed that tears were gathering in his eyes.

“Y/N you came back, I missed you.” he spoke, and he only accepted the water from you after you were securely cuddled in his embrace. “You work too hard, I barely saw you this last week, I’m so proud of you but don’t make me worried.” he finished the statement by caressing your tresses gently.

You giggled; it turns out Lucien has no filter whilst drunk, but you were practically beaming at his attention, it always felt that Lucien was walking circles around you, but now for once he was delightfully honest with you. “Really, you were worried about me?” you interested in the reason why Lucien was so worried, and decided to push him a little, since he was in such an honest mood.

“I’m always worried about you.” you gasped at his honest words, eyes sparkling, “Aren’t you supposed to worry about the people you love?”  

You didn’t respond for a minute and Lucien’s eyes became teary, thinking he had done something wrong, “Aren’t you?” he pouted, turning he head from you.

You quickly grabbed his face, cradling his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs gently atop the apples of his cheeks, “You love me?”

“How... could... I not?” Lucien closed his eyes, drifting in and out of sleep throughout his sentence.

Concerned about him, you helped him lay back down, tucking a blanket around him, and once he was soundly asleep, a couple tears slipped from your eyes, overwhelmed with the emotion, and brushing your hand through his hair, you really hoped he would remember this when he woke up.

Kiro:

Oh, you know this boy is a lightweight, not quite a one drink drunk but after at least a couple he’s down and out.

You knew exactly where Kiro was, as you sat at home enjoying your day off to catch up on the TV series you had heard everyone talking about recently, Kiro had been active on social media, posting pictures on his Moments and Story, showing the fun time he was having at the BS Company Banquet. You had giggled at the funny moments and the various comments from fans and other people in attendance, as you watched the show.

But later just as you were about to start the finale episode, you heard some very excited knocking on your front door. You hopped up, shuffling in your slippers over to the door, and looking through the peephole you were shocked to see a bright blue eye blocking the view.

“Um... Hello?” you called, tentatively.

“Surprise Miss Chips!” an excited voice called through the door.

“Kiro?” you quickly unlatched the door, and as soon as it was open you received an armful of the hyperactive puppy of a superstar. Kiro laughed boyishly as he picked you up, walking into your apartment with you still in his embrace. “What are you doing here?” you asked, as he lowered you to the floor.

“Well I was at the party and I suddenly thought ‘Man, I miss Miss Chips’ so here I am.” Kiro announced proudly, presenting his arms in a flourish.

“Aw, you missed me?” you played along, grabbing Kiro’s wrist and leading him into the kitchen.

“No, you’re doing it wrong. It’s let this.” Kiro stopped you, pulled his wrist from your grip and then grabbed your hand interlocking your fingers tightly, you shook your head smiling, thinking to yourself ‘Man is he drunk!’ and continued your journey to the kitchen.

You filled a glass with water with one hand, as Kiro refused to let go of you, and then handed him some painkillers, he looked from you to the painkillers, but at your hopeful gaze he quickly downed the water and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he waited for your praise which you freely gave. “Wow, Kiro!”

Leading him back over the living room couch, you were stopped once again, this time by Kiro’s sniffles, shocked you turned around to see what was wrong, “Hey Superstar, you okay?” you kept your voice soft, but it made him cry harder.

“M-m-m-miss C-chips, you���re, you’re always so nice to me, and you look, you look after me as well.” he sat down still crying and holding onto your hand tightly.

“Isn’t that what friends do?” you tried to placate him, his distress tugging at your heartstrings.

“B-b-but you’re so pretty, I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.” Kiro’s tears continued to flood down his cheeks.

“Oh no Kiro why?” panic did start to rise within you at his tears.  

“I love you, but you’re so pretty, and smart, you’re way out of my league.” he pouted, looking like an abandoned puppy.

You knelt down reaching out with you free hand and cradling his face in your hand, “Sunshine, you’re the one out of my league, don’t beat yourself up like that, okay?”

“You love me too.” his tone was tinged in hope.

You had a feeling he wouldn’t remember this in the morning, so you decided to be honest, “Yeah, Sunshine I love you a lot, I’ve loved you for a while now.”  

Kiro pulled you into his arms leaning back so you were both lying on the couch tangled in each other's arms, “Not as much and as long as me, Miss Chips.”

You giggled happily, nudging his jaw with your nose, “It’s not a competition Superstar.”

Kiro yawned, and he started to drift off, playing with the strands of soft hair and his breathing started to become slow and rhythmic, and even you started to become drowsy as your ear rested atop his chest and you could hear the steady beat of his heart.  

Minutes stretched out between you two, and you actually thought that Kiro had already drifted off to sleep, but to your surprise he suddenly said in a sleepy tone, “Miss Chips?”

“Yeah, Sunshine?”

“If it was a competition, would I win?”

You huffed a laugh, “Of course you would.”

“Always?”

“Always. Now go to sleep.” with this the two of you finally drifted gently off happily to sleep.

Gavin:

Done before, and it’s found here: a little dose of liquid courage 

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Lucien’s Birthday Poem (2022)

Happy birthday Lucien.

Wishing you a happy birthday

and spending it with you

is something I’m more than glad to do.

It has become our special

shared ritual, an occasion to make better

and better memories each year together.

I just want to make you smile more,

capture and save every memory

of ours in a photo album.

I want to preserve and treasure them.

      Your birthday is an opportunity

to make new memories

and improve on some traditions.

I want to keep traveling, take more photos,

watch older, classic movies,

visit science and art museums,

read in bookstores and libraries,

and keep learning together with you.

      Ever since you agreed

to appear on my TV show Miracle Finder,

you’ve helped me in so many ways.

Thank you for being by my side on my journey

as I aspire to be one of Loveland’s top producers.

You are a valuable consultant

and companion that inspires and encourages me

to persevere despite countless difficulties

and follow my instincts and dreams.

Happy birthday to you, my dear Professor Lucien.

[606writings]

SC: Depression [Lucien]

A/N: This was definitely not the best I could do but I wanted to finish this one no matter what! This is slightly based on an experience I had with an anxiety attack and depression, so I’m not sure if it will be relatable for you all, but I really hope you enjoy❤

Genre: Little bit of angst and kind of fluffy.

Word count: 2,672.

It was a wonderful and sunny day, perfect for a walk and eating something refreshing and sweet, so you thought it would be a good idea to pay your boyfriend a visit to his office and drag him out of there to walk with you, since you were sure he probably has been stuck for a long time in his laboratory working his ass off, as always.

I should’ve brought something less sweet for Lucien, maybe he hasn’t eaten yet…

You were wondering if it was better to go back and get him a salad or something healthy and fresh to eat first, but quickly brushed off the idea as you were entering the building, too late to go back to home.

I hope I won’t be getting on his way by coming here without a notice.

You started fidgeting with the bag of ice creams in your hands, walking up the stairs directly to his office, but you were frozen by the sight of a beautiful, tall, and well-dressed woman walking down the hallway at the same time as Lucien opened his office’s door and stepped out with a graceful smile to welcome the woman, without noticing your presence just a few meters behind him.

“Professor Lucien! I’m so excited to work with you today!” The woman curved her red velvet lips forming a wide smile, placing her left hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder with a delicate movement.

You only stood there for a few seconds as they greeted each other, but you could only notice how she batted her lashes with hints of nervousness, and she wouldn’t stop smiling and leaning her body towards Lucien, in a clear sign of attraction.

Lucien was acting just as eloquent and professional as ever, but he was obviously smart enough to notice the woman’s behavior.

“Should we continue talking inside? There’s a lot of work waiting for us.” The calm and sophisticated voice of your boyfriend interrupted your analysis over her, and you could react just after the door was shut behind them, leaving you expectant at the last stair step.

Slightly confused you looked around you not knowing what to do, when you spotted one of Lucien’s coworkers you sometimes talked to, and approached him.

“Excuse me, sir.” You smiled lightly as a polite salute, as he turned around and smiled back at you. “I’m sorry, is professor Lucien busy right now? I came by surprise and wanted to say hi to him.”

“Oh, dear, what a sweet girlfriend you must be.” The man chuckled, making you blush slightly. “But unfortunately, yes. Professor Lucien just received an important guest today! We were all in the building so eager to meet her, she is Maria Irwin!”

The old man in front of you seemed pretty excited just by telling you her name, as if you obviously knew who she was. But looking at your confused expression, he laughed and shook his hand in the air.

“Ah, sorry, sorry! I suppose you’re not well aware of the scientific community!” He kept explaining. “She is just as known and respected as professor Lucien in our community, as smart as she is beautiful, if I dare to say. Maria came here to work in an important project with him, so this was a long-awaited visit; they will probably be busy for a while.”

You sighed and nodded slowly, understanding how important that meeting must be, so it was better for you not to interrupt them.

You thanked the man and started walking back home again with the bag in your hands still full of all the ice creams and sweets you brought, which you probably would have to eat alone back at home.

It was sort of a long walk from Lucien’s office to your apartment, and since it was a sunny and warm day you would better hurry up and get home fast. But you were too busy immerse in your thoughts to force the pace.

She was definitely the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen… And she must be pretty smart if she was compared to Lucien…

Those were innocent thoughts about how a beautiful woman walked into your boyfriend’s office, but then you remembered the way she looked at him and the way she clearly was flirting with him.

You weren’t the jealous type of girlfriend, but you surely knew how to recognize when a beautiful and smart woman was on another whole level from you.

They kind of looked good together, actually…

You stopped in your tracks suddenly overwhelmed by the thought that just crossed your mind. You knew you shouldn’t be saying -or thinking- that kind of stuff. Lucien was your boyfriend, for the love of God! You knew he loved you and he was such a gentleman and a decent person, of course he would never look at another woman.

But the unwelcomed feeling that was growing in your chest was not because you were afraid of him cheating on you, it was because you knew that Maria Irwin -whoever she was- was much better than you and that maybe she would be a better partner for Lucien.

A smart woman for a smart man; a beautiful woman for a handsome man; an elegant and sophisticated woman for an equally elegant and sophisticated man. They were the perfect match, without a doubt.

Why would Lucien be with me, when he can be with any other woman…? What does he even see in me…?

You could feel the anxiety and insecurities crawling out from the darkest places of your mind, leaving negative thoughts on their way. All the horrible feelings you had not encountered in a long time were coming back at once; you were feeling so overwhelmed by them you could not hear anything outside from your breathing, and your eyes were focused on the ground.

I’m not even that pretty, and I’m nowhere near as smart as them…

Heavy panting replaced your soft breathing as your chest tightened and you felt your eyes getting filled with tears.

He should be with someone at his level, why would he be with me…? Am I even worth it…?

Your trembling hands wouldn’t stop until you felt something dripping in your right shoe. Your eyes moved only a little to then be placed over the bag you were carrying in your hands, now soaked in colorful liquids; the ice cream was almost completely melted by now.

As if something switched in your mind out of nowhere, your tears suddenly stopped falling from your eyes, and your hands were no more shaking.

Now you were just an empty shell.

You stood there quiet for a moment, just assimilating what was happening with you. You could not feel anything else other than the heaviness trapped in your chest, but all the physical symptoms of your anxiety attack were gone, and that was better than nothing because now at least you could get home as quick as possible.

A few hours later you were now in sitting in your couch with your head thrown back, and your eyes stuck on the ceiling. You weren’t thinking any more of what happened before with Lucien and that other woman, your mind was almost completely blank, but every now and then small thoughts invaded you:

Should I just break up with him…?

He is just wasting his time with me; he could be with someone else…

Look at me pitying myself… If Lucien saw me like this, he would know how pathetic I am…

Your train of thought was interrupted by a familiar sound, letting you know you received a text from your boyfriend. Without even noticing it, your hand was already slowly reaching your phone, in an almost automated movement.

“I heard that you were here earlier, did you need something?” The shinning screen in your hands was showing a text waiting for your response, which you weren’t sure to give; you didn’t intend to ignore him but at the same time you wanted to avoid any contact with him because that would only make you feel worse.

“Yeah, I dropped by just to say hi.” You forced yourself to write.

“Sorry for not receiving you. I’ll get you dinner tonight.”

“No need to. I’m about to sleep anyway.”

After that last message you didn’t even bother to check if there was any response from him. You said that just as an excuse but you actually thought it was better to sleep and try to forget everything that happened today.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t even do that. After two hours of laying in your bed looking at the ceiling you weren’t able to fall asleep; the emptiness inside you would not let you relax at all, it started to get annoying at this point, you could feel how your temperament was getting worse with any second that passed by.

The next morning, after you only slept 2 hours, when your alarm rang your automated movements came back and you started getting ready for work without even paying any attention whatsoever. The rest of the day was just like that: a memorized daily routine effected with the least possible effort just to get through the day without getting to think too much.

You made an effort to ignore any message in your phone that was left from Lucien; more than trying to ignore him, it was a defense mechanism to try and forget those previous feelings that had put you in that state in the first place. It was not fair for Lucien but you just weren´t ready to confront him, not when all these negative things were swirling around your mind. You wanted to get better so he would never get to see that side of you.

Later that day, you were arriving home later than usual because you tried to keep yourself busy until the very end. Maybe it was an unconscious decision so you would not bump into Lucien that night, since you two usually got home at the same time.

Apparently, destiny was working against you, because just as you were walking out of the elevator you saw a tall man standing in front of your door looking at something in his phone, distracted.

Then your phone started ringing, causing the tall man to turn around and see you. You looked down to your home screen and the name Lucien was shining.

“Aren’t you picking up?” The man’s voice brought you out of your auto-pilot mode, and only then you noticed that man -Lucien- standing there with his phone dialing you in his left hand while looking at you with expectation.

“Oh, sorry…” You blinked slowly still not completely out of trance, and you passed by him walking to your door to enter your home.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” His soft voice showing hints of worry pierced your ears, causing you to slowly process what the situation was, throwing reality at your face.

Instead of answering his question, you accidentally dropped your keys when your hands started trembling. All the feelings your unconscious was trying to avoid since the previous day, piling up inside you, came out at once.

“You weren’t answering my texts since last night. I got worried and decided to…” Your ears stopped working in that moment; you body could not take anything more.

You stepped back stunned, your mind was completely blank for a second and you felt yourself trapped in a little cage inside your mind. You were there, but at the same time you weren’t in charge of your body any more.

You only felt a strong grip holding your arms from behind you, stopping you from crashing into the floor. The dizziness stopped for a second only to hear your boyfriend’s voice:

“Y/N! Can you hear me? Are you okay?”

Tears started streaming down your face, with loud cries bursting from your mouth without you even intending to. At that moment, his voice full of love and worry had already broken whatever that was containing all your feelings.

Everything was getting blurry at that point; you only heard yourself crying out loud with Lucien speaking slowly in your ear trying to comfort you. And then you noticed you were being carried in his arms into his apartment, and placing you in the couch.

By now, you regained conscience of what was happing again, but you didn’t care and kept crying and getting everything out of you; maybe that would make you feel better.

“Whenever you feel ready to talk, darling…” Lucien’s calm voice as ever, worked as a sedative and helped you quiet your loud sobs.

He hugged you tightly and held you against him with gentleness, not caring how your tears were ruining his white shirt, just showing you how much he cared and that he would be patient with you until you wanted to open up to him.

It took you almost an hour to completely calm down; an hour in which he held you close, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and placed small kisses on your forehead.

“Lucien…” You suddenly spoke with a scratchy voice, from your tired throat.

“Mmm?” He mumbled gently.

“Why…? Why are you with me…?” You pushed yourself to ask him what was bothering you.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, with obvious confusion about your question, but then he sighed in relief that you were talking again to him.

“Haven’t I mentioned you already why I love you so much?” He grinned.

You shook your head slowly in response.

“You are the sweetest person I know. You are what kids these days would call a young and cheerful soul.” Lucien laughed.

You blushed and hid your face in his chest, not sure how to absorb his words.

“Because I’m more of a science man, I love how you can see the magic in the world and how you always manage to make everything brighter, Y/N.” He continued talking.

“I love everything about you; the way you speak about things you like or dislike, the way you react when I bring you your favorite food, I love how you’re so curious about my work and projects even though you’re not even a science major.” Lucien’s chuckles caused you to shake into his arms surrounding you.

You bit you lip while hearing all the things he had to say about you, slowly cheering up and forgetting the heaviness in your chest.

“Y/N… I’m not sure what caused you to feel like this but… Let me remind you just how much I love you and how much you mean to me… I know I’m not able to solve all the things happening inside that little head of yours,” he bumped lightly your forehead with his index finger in a playful tone. “but I want to be beside you through all the process, from the beginning and until the very end, I want to be with you.”

You raised your face from his chest with shyness, getting your eyes up until they were on his. You could not ignore all the love his eyes were spilling, you felt almost hypnotized by looking at them.

“…So… Will you let me love you until the very end…?”

His face leaned closer to yours as he spoke, waiting for a response from you -either physical or verbal-, so he could finally give in and close the space between you two.

You nodded, not sure if your voice would be ready to talk again, but you knew it was better if you externalized your feelings with words:

“Yes… I want to love you too until the very end… Lucien. Thank you.”

The black-haired man with his face still just a few inches away from yours, smiled with relief and love as he leaned forward and, instead of placing the kiss in your lips you were expecting, he landed his lips softly on your cheek.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered in your ears, tightening his embrace.

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Happy holidays!

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Tea Party for Four

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Now the question is... Will we get one for Shaw too or not?

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The gang is all here~

Kiro is the only positive one lmao alkdfslk

[ontowanderlust]

Based on ch 25 of mlqc return + Lucien + fluff/angst

Return., v.

She didn't know what she was expecting but it wasn't this.

Stepping into the threshold, it felt like a hurricane had swept over the once tidy room.

Papers were scattered all over the floor, various pills strewn over the desk, and the once composed professor was now slumped at the corner of the room, looking all too defeated... as if...

It's as if he had finally given up.

Taking the opportunity, she began scrutinizing his figure, noticing the dark circles around his eyes had gotten worse, his complexion had gone paler, and- did he lost weight?

Even if he had hurt her thousands of times, deceived her and left her for a fool, she had always always hoped for his well-being.

For his happiness and contentment, even if it wasn't because of her.

How foolish she truly is if she had believed he would be okay. How foolish she is for trusting him when he said he'd be okay.

She had never felt so cramped up despite the spacious room. And so she took a step forward... and another, until she found herself crossing the threshold towards him.

How is it possible for her broken heart to shatter once more? He had never worn that glassy look in his eyes that well. It never suited him. So why is he looking like that?

The whispers of hallucinations swept her like waves until she found herself crouching down to his height, reaching over to caress his face.

I'm here, she whispered, trying to be heard through his countless murmurs, trying to soothe his unrest. I'm back.

How I just love breaks. Most of the posts you're seeing are pre-written but if you see me answering a prompt, that's me having free time in my hands.

Anyway, a huge Happiest Birthday to our favorite red flag professor! I have to admit, he is the guy whom I never had connected with until ch. 25 was released. I do love the angst when writing him but for me, he doesn't seem like human until I read ch. 25. So yep. Here we go.

I think I've received another ch 25 prompt too but with different word prompt... though I think they are closely related too so let's hope I get to write the fluff bits.

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