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missproducergirl · 2 years ago

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beloved - kiro (ml;qc)

pairing: kiro x reader

genre: angst, fluff

summary: kiro remembers master key's words about being surrounded with loved ones and questions who are his loved ones supposed to be.

word count: 3,539

notes: happy birthday to my #1 husband! i am so sad about the lack of kiro fics recently T-T. i pray that the ml;qc tumblr fandom has a recession because i miss those fics dearly. anyways, here is my yearly installment on kiro's birthday! it is a bit rushed but i hope it's at least bearable to read ahah...

As the final piano notes chimed, the crowd split into a shower of adoring cheers. An enchanting smile broke Kiro’s face as the golden-colored confetti slowly rained down on him. Some of it landed in his honey curls, but he didn’t care. His eyes were fiery and his breath was uneven, yet, even in his disheveled appearance, Kiro seemed like a statue sculpted by the gentle hands of an artist.

An angel.

A star.

The audience’s applause died down. There was a moment of silence, and just as Kiro was about to announce his final song, he was overcome with a chill.

“Happy birthday to you…”

A small voice broke out from the mass. It was small and delicate at first, a bit unsteady and clumsy. But soon, more people started merging in on the short celebration.

“Happy birthday to you…”

Kiro’s heart felt as if it was about to burst out of his chest. The sea of golden lights from the audience reflected in his eyes, softening them. It felt as if the universe had gifted him a personal night sky.

“Happy birthday dear Kiro…”

Their voices were merged into a mighty unison. Like a powerful river sweeping up everything in its way, they swept up Kiro’s heart in their current. It took everything in him not to burst out into tears.

“Happy birthday to you…”

Thunderous applause rang out throughout the stadium once again. Except, this time they were not praising Kiro for his melodic voice, his fluent dancing skills, or even his handsome looks. Right now, they were honoring him for simply existing. Because on this day, 21-and-something years ago, a star was born.

“Thank you… Thank you, everyone. Truly and sincerely, thank you.”

Kiro could not find the words that could come close to describing his gratitude. How could he put it into terms that this specific moment was the sole purpose of his existence? How could he express the prolonged and dreadful nights of his youth, falling asleep completely alone on his bed with no one to remember his birthday? How could he convey the hours in class, daydreaming about being on stage exactly like in this moment? How could he explain the unnerving feeling that after his life would end… the only ones mourning his death would be the tranquil feathers in the lake and the stars that left behind a trail of tears as they fell from the heavens in grieving memory of him. Yet now, his fears were drowned out by the people who idolized him. Each proclamation of their love washed away the suspicions of his heart bit by bit.

Oh, how he wished he could have gone back in time and told himself that all of his struggles would finally pay off. That all of the torture and the disappearances and the disarray and the heartache would paint this moment in unspeakable magnificence.

There was only so much Kiro could say to reciprocate their overwhelming love. To make up for it, in his heart, Kiro renewed the promise that he made to himself all those years ago. He will push himself to new limits—pour his heart into every song and implement a piece of his soul into every performance to make sure they knew that he felt the same way about them.

With those overwhelmingly inspiring emotions, Kiro finished his concert.

His agent was the first one to greet him as soon as he stepped backstage.

“Kiro, happy birthday! You didn’t think I would forget, did you? Here… I got you a little something,” Savin shoved a little brown paper bag into Kiro’s hands.

Kiro couldn’t help but peek inside. It was a mini orange cake with a big purple flower on the top. It was quite cute.

“My oh my, Savin. Since when are you the one to appeal to my sweet tooth?”

“Don’t get too happy just yet. This is the only time I will allow this. You may eat anything you want today—but don’t eat too much. You must remember that you still have one more concert to perform at.”

“Yeah, yeah, Savin… I know…”

Savin’s serious face finally broke into a smile as he ruffled Kiro’s hair, “Happy birthday, Kiro. You’re a good kid… really. I am very honored to be working with you.”

The rest of the crew finally caught up with Savin and gathered around Kiro, congratulating him.

“Wow! You’re 21 years old today! That’s a special age.”

“You’re all grown up now Kiro.”

“You should’ve told us beforehand that it was your birthday, Kiro! We would’ve prepared something for you.”

Kiro’s grin never left his face, “There’s no need… really. Everything I need to be happy is already right here.”

It would kill him to admit it, but in reality, Kiro hadn’t remembered that it was his birthday until the birthday song just a few moments ago. He couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty about this. After all, it was Master Key—his savior—that gave this day to him. It felt almost disrespectful not to honor it. When his personhood had been stripped of him as he was taken to that horrid place in his youth—it was Master Key who had given back the identity that he was robbed of. Of course, he couldn’t tell anyone that. He kept it a secret through most of his life, so how would he be able to speak of it now?

“Alright everyone, settle down,” Savin spoke through the commotion, “Kiro, let’s get you home. You’ve worked so hard today, you deserve some rest.”

“But don’t you guys need my help to clean up?”

“No… I insist. Let’s go back.”

***

Kiro sat in the passenger's seat as the car sped down the road. It was quite late already, and the streets were mostly clear aside from a few lone travelers.

As he looked outside at the passing city lights, Kiro couldn’t help but remember his words from earlier.

“Everything I need to be happy is already right here.”

He couldn’t help but ponder whether he actually believed that statement, or perhaps was simply deceiving himself. On one hand, he was content with the life he was currently leading. But on the other—if he were to imagine a perfect world… Master Key would surely have been right here beside him. And that girl from the orphanage… yeah, it would’ve been nice if she was with him at this special moment too—

“We’re here.”

Savin’s voice snapped Kiro out of his deep thought. He hadn’t even realized that they were already parked outside of his hotel.

“Oh… yeah.”

Kiro dug around in the backseat to find his dance bag. He then clutched at Savin’s gift and was about to leave when—

“Hey. Do you wanna… come in?” Kiro suddenly asked once he realized that his agent did not move an inch, hands still firmly placed on the steering wheel as if he was trying to make a speedy escape.

Savin sighed, “I would love to stay longer, but I have to get back to the venue. I have to make sure that the clean-up goes smoothly.”

“I can wait for you to get back.”

“Then I need to plan out your schedule for next month when you get back to Loveland,” upon seeing Kiro’s sullen face, he quickly added, “I’m sorry. Believe me when I say that I would much rather spend time with you than plan schedules… but I simply can’t. I’ll make it up to you next week when you go on break. Just tell me where you want to go and we’ll do it. Just not tonight… Please… don’t be upset.”

There was an awkward pause between the two of them. A moment that stretched out for too long. When suddenly, Kiro broke out into a laugh.

“Alright, but I’ll remember that. I’ll make sure we go to every bakery in the city. And… you cannot go back on your word.”

Savin sighed, this time with relief, “Of course. Have a good night Kiro. Go to bed early today, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Take care now.”

Savin’s SUV pulled out of the parking lot hurriedly. It sped off into the distance… and Kiro’s smile disappeared along with it.

***

Kiro never noticed it before, but his hotel room seemed overwhelmingly quiet at this moment. He would have simply ridden it off as a dramatic contrast in volume between the calmness of his room and the intensity of the concert… yet he couldn’t help but think that this feeling had nothing to do with volume at all.

Kiro dropped off his bags by the door and then desperately powered on the TV in hopes of getting rid of this uneasy emotion in his chest. This proved to be effective, but only by a mere fraction. Soon, the TV was nothing but a minor buzz in the background, and the silence swallowed him whole again.

He stood there in the middle of everything, the smile that was on his face merely a few minutes ago had disappeared, instead replacing his features with an apathetic look. His eyes—which were once so bright now had their light extinguished, leaving only a pitiable gloom.

No… no, wait…

Kiro shook his head as if to reset his thoughts. He wasn’t going to wallow in self-pity and ruin this joyful day for himself. After all, he was supposed to be optimistic. That is what Master Key would have wanted. That is what everyone wants. And perhaps… that was what he wants as well.

Kiro suddenly remembered the mini cake that Savin had given him. Perhaps that would make him feel a little better. After all, sweets always seemed to lift his mood.

He quickly took it out of the brown paper bag and set it down on the little kitchen island. He didn’t have a candle to light, but that didn’t seem to matter at this moment. Kiro clasped his hands together, and, as if to not disturb this fragile atmosphere, began to hum in a quiet voice.

“Happy birthday to you…”

“Kiro, you must remember this day. I might not be the one who’ll spend every 9th of April with you in the future, but I hope that you will always be in the company of loved ones.”

“Happy birthday to you…”

“Loved ones… Will they be by my side?”

“Happy birthday dear Kiro…”

“Of course. Because Kiro is the most awesome and the cutest kid in the world.”

“Happy birthday to—”

Kiro suddenly paused as he remembered this dialogue he had with Master Key all those years ago.

Loved ones…? Who… were his loved ones? Before, Kiro had thought that the whole world were his loved ones. But if he were to believe what Master Key had said, his loved ones were the people who celebrated his birthdays with him.

It was at this moment that it dawned on Kiro that he was completely alone in the small hotel room.

His hands slightly trembled and his vision blurred with tears.

No… this can’t be it. Had the moments of bliss just a few hours ago been nothing but an illusion? Why had he felt that when he was up on stage, all of the things that troubled him simply faded away? But now that he was in his room, far away from the lights and the confetti and the persona of Kiro, he was brought back to face with the things that he thought he would never have to confront again. Where were all of his adoring fans? All of the people who supported him? Everyone that loved and idolized him?

Where were his loved ones?

They sure weren’t here now.

When the spotlight faded, they all went back to their lives, their homes, their families. Only Kiro had no one to return to but an empty hotel room.

No… this can’t be it!

Disregarding the cake on the table, Kiro shot up from his seat and grabbed the first coat that he could find in his suitcase. He then jolted out the door and within a few moments, he was running down the barren sidewalk. For the first time, Kiro was thankful for the intense exercises that he was forced to put up with every day. He was sure that he had enough stamina to make it to the stadium without stopping. Luckily, it wasn’t that far from his hotel either.

Kiro had managed to put on his coat on the way here, but as soon as he stepped through the entrance to the stadium, he felt hot again.

A few coworkers had thrown him bewildered gazes.

“Kiro? What are you doing here back here? Didn’t Savin drop you off at the hotel?”

Kiro hadn’t heard the person who spoke to him, instead he continued running as if his life depended on it.

Finally, he made it up to the stage. Face flushed red, he doubled over and tried to catch his breath again.

The radiant lights had been turned off for a long time already, and the audience had been replaced with nothing but empty seats, but this would have to do for now. After all, it was lucky that they hadn’t started dismantling the stage.

When he could finally stand straight again, Kiro took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to imagine the rows of seats filled with people again. The way their cheers stirred ripples in his heart. The way they shouted his name in awe. The way the world was his and his alone when he stood here.

But no matter how long Kiro stood on that bare stage, or how hard he tried to concentrate, that feeling of satisfaction never came.

With a heavy heart and a single sigh, Kiro laid down. When he opened his eyes again, the empty audience stared back at him, as still and eerie as a graveyard. It felt as if the silence was purposefully mocking him—picking at his insecurities, throwing salt into the wound.

He turned away and closed his eyes once again, embracing the familiar darkness.

The answers that once made sense to him dissolved as soon as the crowd left the stadium. Once Kiro decided to dig deeper into the foundation that his morals and pride were built upon, he realized that it was as stable as sand and as firm as glass—shattered and scattered about with the first gust of wind.

Suddenly, there was no purpose for his existence again. No one was there to tuck him into bed and kiss his forehead and wish him a happy birthday. He was falling asleep completely alone. He was back to daydreaming about being up on stage. And after his life ended… once again, the only ones who were left to mourn him were the water, the feathers, and the gloomy night sky.

How would he be able to face his younger self and tell him that nothing had changed from then? That the moments of torture and disappearances and disarray and heartache equated to nothing?

That the thing that he spent his entire life chasing turned out not to be what he had craved?

Everyone loved Kiro, but no one loved subject 1562.

Just a few minutes ago, Kiro would not have been able to explain the heavy loneliness that seized up his heart from time to time. It just didn’t make sense to him how the whole world could love him, yet he still felt so alone. But now he knew the reason. Perhaps it was because everyone loved only half of him. The radiant half. The one that glowed like the sun. But light cannot exist without darkness. So who would love 1562? The shy, quiet boy that had been abandoned far too many times. The one that didn’t glow quite as bright, but was just as important. No one will ever truly love him because no one will truly understand him or the things that he’s been through. The people who loved him only loved him temporarily and superficially. Even his agent—the one that had been with him all these years, through thick and thin, didn’t really know him. No one knew him except…

Except for his mentor and the girl. The only two people who were able to love and accept him just the way he was. With all of his imperfections and all of his flaws. But Master Key had been missing for years now. And the girl… he hadn’t seen her since the orphanage. He wasn’t even sure that she was still alive, much less her whereabouts.

No one could truly love him but those two people.

And if he couldn’t find them? What would happen to him then? Would he spend all of his birthdays alone?

No…

Like a singular star in the expansive galaxy, Kiro felt entirely isolated and so difficult to reach. If only a brave astronaut could travel the distance and pick him out from the vast skies.

Was it too much to ask for? Was he being too selfish?

Kiro’s hands balled into tight fists as he whispered a silent prayer into the night.

‘I don’t have a cake or a candle to light… but please… the one who makes birthday wishes come true… please let me find them…’

***

“Kiro… are you in there? Can I come in?” You called out through the thick wooden door of Kiro’s dressing room.

There were some rustling noises before he called out in a raspy voice, “Come in!”

Without a second thought, you swung open the door, and with the biggest grin you could muster, you exclaimed, “Happy birthday, Ki—”

You paused. Kiro was nowhere in sight.

You looked around the room in confusion when you finally spotted him draped over the brown leather couch, blue eyes wide with shock. As the realization set, you quickly covered your mouth with your hands, as if to take back your sudden proclamation.

“Oh gosh. I am so sorry… were you sleeping?”

“Miss Chips… what are you doing here?”

You gestured around vaguely, “Umm… surprise? I was supposed to wait back for you at the hotel room but I just couldn’t wait to see you.”

Kiro had been away on tour for a whole month already. Your desire to see him could not be contained any longer, so you decided on scrapping your earlier plan of greeting him at his hotel. Instead, you dragged all of your suitcases to the venue he was performing at to see him as soon as you landed.

Kiro blinked. He looked like a lost puppy. It seemed as if many thoughts were running through his mind at this moment.

Finding his behavior cute, you crouched down to him and kissed the top of his head, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have shouted so loudly earlier… You look really tired.”

“I missed you too.”

Kiro took your hand and gently brought it to his lips. Then he intertwined your fingers together as if to make sure that you weren’t going to leave.

Upon seeing your reddened face, Kiro’s lips curved into that familiar charming smile, “You’re so lovely, you know that? You didn’t even leave your suitcases before seeing me. It makes me so happy knowing that you missed me as much as I missed you.”

“Of course, I missed you Kiro! And, it’s almost midnight. I had to wish you a happy birthday,” you suddenly frowned, “don’t tell me that you’ve forgotten about your birthday again.”

“How could I? I’m turning 23 today,” there was a short pause before Kiro began to speak again, “It’s true what they say, yeah? Time really flies, doesn’t it?”

“...You sound like an old man.”

You both burst out into giggles upon that statement. After a moment though, Kiro looked at you with sincerity in his eyes.

“No, but really. Since I’ve met you—my life has just… felt like a dream. And I know it sounds cheesy but… every day we spend together just… seems to speed past. I am so grateful that you’re here with me today.”

A quietness spread over you for a long time, until finally, you met Kiro’s eyes, “Where else would I be?”

“Where else were you every April 9th for the past 22 years?”

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Whatever. I’m here now. That’s all that matters. Come on, let’s get back. We still have a birthday cake to eat. And—not to brag, but I think I’ve outdone myself with your gift this time.”

“Oh? Well then, I hope I won’t be disappointed.”

You left the room hand-in-hand, laughing and talking about nothing. The domestic atmosphere made Kiro’s heart feel full, as if he was finally satisfied.

Suddenly, Kiro realized that this was the sole purpose of his existence. He didn’t need the massive crowds screaming his name, as long as his name was in your heart alone. There was no need to daydream about anything more because you were already everything he had hoped for. You were the thing he spent his entire life chasing.

You were his loved one. And you were by his side just as Master Key had hoped.

Everything he needed to be happy was already right here.

#we don’t talk about last years fic #i’m not exaggerating #when i say #i think about deleting it #every. single. day.#mlqc kiro #mr love #mlqc #mr love kiro #mlqc fanfic #mr love queen's choice #mr love fanfic #evol x love

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thedummysdummy · 2 years ago

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Telling the Sun

Another entry to the 'Fatherless Child' series.

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“That was great, Kiro, but we should run the song again so we can get the sound balance correct. The track overpowered you just a little bit.” The director waved a hand at the sound table and the music again began to play. Kiro held the microphone in his hand and looked out over the empty venue, imagining it to be full of excited fans.

His eyes lit up as his favorite face entered the auditorium and made herself comfortable in the back row. The pop star straightened his back just a little taller and brought the mic to his lips, humming the first few bars of vocals before the lyrics started. He couldn’t really see Ms. Chips’ expression, but he just knew she was beaming back at him.

I met you unexpectedly and at that time I knew

The sun I’d lost so long ago…I knew that light was you

The sweet tones of Kiro’s voice filled the room and echoed in a pleasing manner, blending smoothly with the music into the most pleasant dessert for the ear. He sang his concert for one and was completely engrossed in ensuring the girl knew he was singing just to her.

But halfway through the second verse, she jumped up from her seat and ran out of the room. Kiro’s brow creased just slightly in concern. Had he done that badly? Or had something happened? His distraction caused his voice to drop and the director waved his hand.

“Cut, cut! Kiro, what happened? You were doing a fabulous job, but then your volume dropped. Do you need to rest your voice?”

Kiro frowned and started to shake his head, but a second thought caused him to nod. “Well, my voice is alright, but I think I need a break. Give me fifteen?” He cast his brilliant blue eyes on the director and barely waited for an approving nod before returning the mic to its stand and vaulting off the front of the stage.

“Careful, careful! Don’t injure yourself!” the director called after the retreating form of Kiro. But the blonde paid no attention; he was intent on finding Ms. Chips.

He burst through the door she had exited and paused, looking up and down the hallway for any sign of her. “Curse these ears,” he grumbled, adjusting the devices in his ears in a vain attempt to listen for the girl. When that didn’t work, he chose a direction and began to walk. Kiro paused outside each and every door, peering through the little windows even in the dark rooms.

It didn’t take too long to check all but one door in the square which made up the continuous hallway. He lingered outside the only remaining door: the women’s restroom. After looking up and down the hall and seeing no one to ask to go inside and check for him, he pushed the door open just the tiniest bit and called out, “Ms. Chips? Are you in there?”

His only answer was the sound of retching and a splash. At least, until a few moments had passed in silence. “Yes, Kiro? Did you need something?”

The girl emerged, wiping the corner of her mouth and a single tear which had made its way down her cheek. Kiro looked her up and down for a breath before wrapping her in his arms. “Are you okay, Ms. Chips? Are you ill? If you’re ill, you need to go home and get some rest! Why are you working if you don’t feel well?!” He pulled away slightly to look her in the eyes, drying the corner of her eye with his warm thumb.

“I’m fine,” she insisted, returning the hug before pulling away and giving him a smile. “Don’t worry about me. I’m not really sick.” She paused for a moment, unsure if she was ready to give out details yet, but the concerned look in Kiro’s eyes pulled out the confession before she could stop it. “It’s just morning sickness.”

Kiro froze, his eyes widening as his mouth fell open. “You’re…going to have a baby?! How did that happen?! I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend! I’m jealous!” His tone was light and excited, with just a hint of sadness behind it. Why hadn’t she trusted him enough to tell him she was with someone? Despite her being his boss, Kiro felt they were close enough he should know about those kinds of things.

“‘How’ is the question I’m asking too,” she finally admitted, her lips scrunching slightly as her eyes fell toward the floor. “I don’t have a boyfriend or I definitely would have told you about it. I just…can’t remember what happened. One day I was at the lantern festival and the next…I was pregnant. At least, that’s about the closest day the doctor can guess that it happened.”

Her shame could have drowned a fish as she floundered in it. Kiro could see it filling her eyes and despite the surprise and concern in his own chest, he again pulled her into his arms. “Hey now. Don’t worry! Uncle Kiro will make sure that Ms. Chips’ baby has everything he or she could ever want!! And I won’t tell anyone, I promise. If you need anything, you just let your personal superhero know!”

Kiro struck a pose and the girl began to laugh. “I appreciate that. Now, how about we get back in there and finish your rehearsal? The doors open in about an hour, you know. We can’t disappoint the fans, right?”

“Right!” Kiro agreed brightly, his eyes lingering on the girl’s stomach for just a moment. “I’ll practice really hard so both Ms. Chips and my niece or nephew will be super proud of me!” He hurried down the hallway and the girl watched him go, her eyes full of fondness. She didn’t really know what to expect when telling the men in her life about the unexpected pregnancy, but Kiro’s reaction had given her hope that maybe, just maybe things would actually be alright.

#kiro would be the best uncle #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #love and producer li zeyan #mlqc #evol x love #love and producer victor #love and producer #mr love queen's choice #mlqc fanfic #mlqc victor fanfic

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darealkatastrophe · 1 year ago

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This Account is both SFW and NSFW.

*WARNING MINORS DNI, READING 18+ MATERIALS AT THIS AGE WILL CAUSE ISSUES LATER ON IN LIFE. I'M NOT AN PROFESSIONAL, HOWEVER I DID SOME RESEARCH, YOU MAY ALSO DO RESEARCH YOURSELF. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!*

● I write about random things that come in head about the characters I like. I always like to learn new things. These headcanons could be both NSFW and SFW, read at your own risk. That way you can't say I didn't warn you.

● Writing does take time, so does editing meme videos especially if you're me for sure. Some take longer then I'd like to, but better later than never at all.

●I post something like this before but I wrote like 3 things after that which is interesting for me anyways, some still in drafts.

♡ Hope you have a Good Night/ Good Day ♡

#apex legends headcanons #apex legends confessions #apex legends x reader #apex fanfic #mlqc mc #mlqc shaw #mlqc victor #mlqc kiro #mlqc gavin #mlqc lucien #mlqc #mlqc headcanons #mlqc fanfic

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tetrakys · 1 year ago

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Only now I see the tiny spoiler of the fanfic and is so hilarious neither Erika nor Lance can catch a break😂😂😂

By the way, I am curious about one thing. Of all the otome games you have played, can you do a ranking of all your favorite crushes?

We players/readers are all a little masochists after all 🫠

A ranking of the crushes of ALL the games I've ever played?? That’s a lot! I can mention maybe only the ones I remember because I've played a tons of japanese otome in the years and I will never remember everyone 😅. And we're talking about the crushes specifically, right? Meaning their looks and personality not the route/story. It's a bit too complicated to assign a number to rank each of them so I'm dividing them between: love, really like, okay, meh, dislike (in no particular order, just by game).

Love ❤️😍

Ashkore - Eldarya (I KNOW I know he doesn't have a route ok but he should’ve had one and I'm deluded when it comes to him so he stays here as he should 😤 )

Valkyon - Eldarya

Castiel - MCL

Armin - MCL

Lysander - MCL

Victor - MLQC

Neil - Moonlight Lovers

Ethan - Moonlight Lovers

Aaron - Moonlight Lovers

Really like 🥰

Nevra - Eldarya

Kentin - MCL

Nathaniel - MCL (mostly thanks to UL, because in HSL he often pissed me off)

Gavin - MLQC

Arthur - Ikevamp

Jean- Ikevamp

Okay 🙂

Ezarel - Eldarya

Leiftan - Eldarya (I have complicated feelings for this guy)

Rayan - My Candy Love

Beliath - Moonlight Lovers

Vladimir - Moonlight Lovers

Kiro - MLQC

Lucien - MLQC (I have the same complicated feelings for him as I have for Leif)

Napoleon - Ikevamp

Mozart - Ikevamp

Meh 😐

Mathieu - Eldarya

Hyun - MCL

Eric - MCL

Priya - MCL

Dislike 💀

Ivan - Moonlight Lovers

Raphael - Moonlight Lovers

*I'm only considering the real version of the crushes from most of TO when it comes to Eldarya (except for Mathieu obviously).

**I am pretty sure that Theo and Faust from Ikevamp would go into the 'really like' category at the very least if I played their routes, which hopefully I will eventually.

#I played a shit ton of voltage games and shall we date games which I have ignored here #my candy love remains my first otome game #eldarya remains my gratest disappointment with mlqc too if I'm being honest #and moonlight lovers remains the game where I threw most of my sanity and money lmao but I had so much fun

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camuslittlesister · 1 year ago

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From the OA Archive: Midnight in Venice

I have no memory of what the prompt for the challenge was, but I wrote a fanfic with MLQC Victor. Eagle eyed Austen fans will know that it is based on a famous scene in Pride and Prejudice.

Totally SFW. Happy weekend 🫶🏻

The rose façade of the palace glistened in the light of the torches in the distance, as our gondola made its slow and gentle way down the Canal Grande. I was lost in my thoughts as the sounds of feasting blurred in the background: the Carnival is a huge deal in Venice, and this masquerade ball is one of the biggest deals within it. We were lucky to be on such a guest list: my cousin Isabella was a TV producer in Loveland City and was secretly dating a famous popstar, who pulled some strings for our invitations. I was nervous on the way there: we had agreed to meet at the ball, and I was worried something went wrong and we couldn’t get in. The gondola docked in front of the palace at last, and we made our tentative way on solid land, the 18th century gowns making any semblance of gracious movement practically impossible.

We walked into the well-lit ballroom and it was like taking a step back in time. I smiled at the grandeur from below my hand-held mask, observing the couples dancing at the centre of the room with amusement tinged with jealousy. I was on the arm of my eldest sister, not acquainted with anyone in the room that we could successfully recognise behind the masks. Some were wearing the traditional full-face masks, adding a layer of extra mystery that was not there with simpler choices. One such masked man, with a large impressive black hat, walked purposefully towards us, and as the crowd moved in all directions, I noticed a familiar figure on his arm. Next to whom I recognised as my cousin Bella, with an extravagant half-face mask, was another young man. The mask was not enough to hide that he was handsome: he had a fine figure wrapped in a midnight blue velvet coat, and he carried himself with a noble demeanour and an air of mild disinterest in what was going on around him.

Bella rushed to us, holding our hands in hers with great animosity, but soon quieted down as she noticed my attention was divided. She leaned in to whisper in my ear: “That’s my friend Victor, he’s the CEO of the biggest financial firm in the city, and possibly beyond”. Before I could react to that news, he had vanished in the crowd. I had not noticed that someone else was part of that group (Kiro’s agent, Savin, who followed him almost everywhere), until I noticed him asking my sister for a dance. I was not in the mood for being a third wheel, so I encouraged Bella to join the dancing too, even if it meant dragging my heavy petticoat on a solitary walk around the rooms. Getting refreshments only bought me some time, and I headed for a quiet corner of the room from where I could enjoy the dancing without attracting too much attention to my momentary lack of companionship.

“You look like you’re enjoying the wine” a deep voice snapped me back out of my reverie, and I turned to see it was Bella’s friend Victor. “I am” I replied with a small smile. “It’s their best vintage” he said back, matter-of-factly. “You sound like you know your wines” I ventured, scrambling to find a topic of conversation out of a mix of politeness and curiosity. If my cousin considered him a friend, then he must be a great guy. “What if I did?” replied he, with barely concealed annoyance. I took another sip of the wine in an attempt to drop the subject without letting my vexation show. An awkward silence fell between us, but I had no desire to attempt a conversation again. After a while that likely felt longer than it truly was, Victor spoke: “So you’re Bella’s cousin...”

“Elizabeth” I filled him in, and returned to my wine

“I wasn’t going to come but she forced me to even out the numbers” he said, his voice expressing an emotion I could not quite work out “I had my own invitation, of course” (heaven forbid that I would think Kiro pulled some strings for him too!) “but I wasn’t going to fly all the way here for a ball”.

“I’m sorry that you were pushed into something so disagreeable on my account” I replied, but before I could make my excuses he reached for one of the canapés trays doing the rounds.

“You must try this, it’s the most delectable thing at this party”.

I had never met a man as enigmatic as he, able to leave me intrigued and indignant all at once. He professed he didn’t care for dancing, but then invited me for more than one dance (he danced with me and me alone). He acted like everyone in the room was beneath him, but then showed me the consideration of a lover in countless little ways. The night flew by, and the sun was rising gently over the sleepy city, the canal as bright as a sea of diamonds. The air on the balcony was slightly chilly, and I had been wearing Victor’s coat since he had placed it on my shoulders in a silent act of kindness. I heard my sister call for me from a short distance, as if she was hesitant to come any closer. I made for getting the coat off but Victor promptly took it from me with practised ease. Something inside me was holding me back from stepping away, and yet things seemed to be happening so fast. Our hands brushed as I turned, and I felt a piece of heavy paper pass from his to mine. I felt mildly elated at the gesture, and held my fist tight not to lose whatever he had handed me. I met my sister and turned back for a final goodbye, meeting his intense gaze, and I walked away in the dwindling crowd of party guests, a strong sense in my heart that I just lived through a night I will never forget.

#otome #mlqc fanfic #mlqc victor #otome fanfic

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sunshinejihyun · 4 years ago

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Chocolatey Giggles - Kiro’s Birthday 2021

Author’s note: happy birthday, you big goofball. I love you so much.

the little scene I mention with Lucien is based off @dreamer-hyun‘s WONDERFUL fic called ‘watch the universe expand’. Go read it, it’s amazing.

Word Count: 1580

Warnings: brief mention of unrequited love concerning Lucien, unedited bc im toired

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Kiro had awoken before her; he was expecting sunlight to be streaming in through their windows, casting a glow over her soft but he was instead met with a rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning.

He must have slept the night through, but with the worried lines creasing her forehead, Kiro knew she hadn’t slept well. He gently pulled the covers up over her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead before getting out of the bed and stretching.

Even though it was his birthday, Kiro still had to work. The life of an idol never stopped, even when he wish his Evol was more like Victor’s; Kiro would love being able to stop time so he could have a little world all to himself and the woman he loves. He kept telling himself that the faster he went and got the recording finalized and perfect, he’d be back in her arms where Kiro felt the safest.

So he snuck one final peek at her face. The worried lines had fallen away and she looked peaceful; it was the perfect image to etch in his brain before he saw her once again.

The driver was already waiting for Kiro as he came down his front steps. He didn’t bother changing; he knew he should but he really just wanted even more of a reason to head on home as soon as possible.

Kiro brushed his driver away as he reached to open the idol’s door. “Please, I’m perfectly capable of opening my door.”

“Of course sir. I’ll get in the drivers seat then.”

Settling himself in his seat, Kiro pulled out of his phone to send a text.

Miss Chips! Today’s a wonderful day! Don’t worry about the rain, the best part of celebrating Kiro Day is being in the arms of the person he loves most, and that’s you! I’ll be home before you miss me too long.

Kiro hoped that seeing that message would put a smile on her face when she woke up. One of the ones where she’d smile sleepily while still rubbing her eyes and seeing the slow way her face lit up always brought strength and warmness to Kiro’s heart.

As the rain pattered on, Kiro watched the raindrops race down the window and placed bets every time on which one would win to kill time.

A ding from her phone brought her out of a restless sleep, the side of the bed next to her was cold but judging from the imprint on the pillow, Kiro had only left maybe ten minutes before. The storm last night had been noisy, and she didn’t sleep well through them. She even briefly wondered if Lucien did okay through the storm.

Before she and Kiro got together, she and Lucien would stay up late on stormy nights, only a wall between their backs as they talked on the phone through stories about fictionalized worlds. She didn’t realize it then, but Lucien told her more about himself in those stories than he ever told her to her face.

The storm connected them, and now it felt like the biggest disconnect in the world not to have his calming voice whispering to her until the sun started to rise. It wasn’t that they couldn’t talk, but he had distanced himself since she and Kiro had gotten together; she didn’t blame him either. He loved her. She loved him too, just in a different way.

She wouldn’t change anything, though. Not even for the whole world, because Kiro was her world and that would mean potentially losing him in the change.

Her phone made another sound, reminding her of the message that roused her from the light sleep she had slipped in after waiting for the sun to arise. Kiro had texted and it was a message that warmed her heart and made her feel a bit more awake.

Rubbing her eyes, she set out for the kitchen. There was coffee still in the coffee pot from when Kiro made it and she poured some in a mug before pulling out the cake box she had hidden from Kiro in an empty sealable bag of peas and carrots. He wouldn’t dare eat those on his own, so she figued it’d be a safe place to hide the mix to surprise Kiro for his birthday. As long as Savin didn’t escort him in, she and her love would be able to eat enough cake until they crashed on their couch from a sugar rush later on.

Baking the cake was mindless, the hum of the mixer calmed her nervous coffee jitters and by the time it was in the oven, she was snuggled under warm blankets on the couch. The coffee didn’t keep her awake for long and the slow drops of rain against the roof was enough to lull her back to sleep.

She woke the second time because the fire alarm started screaming. She couldn’t place where it came from at first but as soon as she spotted the smoking oven, she rushed over and pulled the burning cake pan from the oven.

Dropping the hot metal into the sink, she rushed to open the windows and clear out the smoke.

“Miss Chips? I’m hom- WAH! What’s that smell?” Kiro walked through the door, choking on the smoke as Apple Box ran to him, jumping up and landing his paws on Kiro’s shoulders.

“I burnt something!” She cried out, grabbing a handheld fan and trying to push the smoke towards the open window.

Kiro gently removed Apple Box from his shoulders and grabbed a magazine, helping her to fan the rest of the smoke out. The fire alarm had stopped screaming and the kitchen was starting to smell like burnt cake and rain, a weird combination but not an unpleasing scent.

Kiro peered into the sink and laughed. “Did you try to bake again? You know what happened to the cookies!” She had tried to bake him cookies to snack on during a plane ride a few weeks ago and no matter how long they were in the oven, they refused to cook. Kiro left with no snacks and she was left with un-cookable cookie dough.

“Shh,” she pouted, walking over to Kiro and wrapping her arms around her from behind. “I just wanted to do something nice for your birthday and it’s ruined.”

He turned, hugging her head close to his chest. “Kiro Day isn’t ruined!” Kiro kissed the crown of her head. “Just having you here like this is enough for me.” It was quiet for a moment, they stood wrapped in each other and swaying to the gentle pitter patter of the rain. “Besides, the cake isn’t ruined either.”

“Um,” she blinked, looking up at him. “It’s kinda burnt.” “Hear me out, but I saw on Tik Tok that if you mix cake with frosting and put them in balls and freeze them, they can be cake pops after you dip them in chocolate! We could do that!”

“That’s… actually genius, Mister Kiro! Good job!” She bounced up on her toes and smacked a kiss on his cheek before breaking out from his grip. “Let’s start!”

That’s how they ended up in standing side by side in the kitchen. She was on a stool and watched as Kiro guided the handheld mixer around the burnt cake and chocolate frosting.

“Now we just have to roll them into balls!” Kiro said, and she snickered as he dipped his hand in the bowl and got a clump of the messy cake.

They giggled together as they rolled each individual cake pop and every once in a while one would hip bump the other, which would throw them into another fit of giggles.

Once they had popped the cake in the freezer, they plopped on the couch and cozied up together. His arm was around her shoulder and her head was on his shoulder. Kiro draped a blanket over both of their laps and Cello jumped up and curled into her lap. Apple Box sat on Kiro’s feet which made the both of them giggle.

“I’m sorry you didn’t sleep well last night.” He said, kissing her forehead softly. She responded with a kiss of her own, placed right on the side of his throat.

“It’s fine, I had a nap earlier.” She didn’t question how Kiro knew she had a restless night; he always could tell from one look at her. He claimed once it was because her eyes didn’t sparkle as much. “I’m sorry I ruined your birthday cake,” She picked up her head then and choked back a giggle.

“What is it?” Kiro asked, his eyebrows furrowing which just made the chocolate on his nose that much funnier.

“Hold still,” she replied, leaning over to grab her phone from the coffee table and snapping a picture of his confused face, covered with chocolate. She showed him then, and he scrambled for a napkin. “That’s going on Moments!” She declared.

“Miss Chips, don’t you dare!” Kiro’s quick fingers tickled at her stomach and sides, causing more laughter to bubble up. “If you do that, Savin will kill me!”

“...Too late!” She cried before she escaped his tickling. “Happy birthday Kiro, I love you.”

“Thank you, Miss Chips, for spending Kiro Day with me!” He replied before touching her sides softly this time and pulling her in to share a sweet, frosting tasting kiss.

#mlqc kiro #mr love queen's choice kiro #love and producer kiro #mlqc kiro fanfic #mlqc fanfic #kiro x mc #kiro fanfic #mr love fanfic #mr love fanfiction #happy birthday kiro 💛🤍

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purple-cat-demon · 2 years ago

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Good Morning to me, it would seem~ 🥵🔥🥵🔥

NSFW, 18+ minors do not interact (MDNI)

The linn of hot pleasure augurs to surge through me, his eyes drunk on nothing but the drive to have me come by his tongue. The fingers on my thighs grip and spread them wider as he ravages me to no end. My arm flies to grip the post behind me as he pushes his face further into my core—mind delirious, any form of rational thought having been thrown out of the window long ago. My fingers grip his hair tighter, thighs trembling, with the oncoming burst of pleasure, the heat of my pussy burning. He doesn’t slow down, continues spreading my thighs even after it tries to close, having his meal like a starved animal, an insatiable creature. With one last stroke of his tongue from the base of my pussy to my clit, I come screaming, undone by the intense pleasure from my nth orgasm, blinding euphoria coursing my veins, my eyes roll back as I feel myself plunge from the crest of heavens, emptying everything within me. My breaths are heavy and laboured yet he remains there—wet sounds of pure lewd, of hunger and erotica drift to my ears. A hoarse whine escapes my aching lips from the depths of my parched throat, at being overstimulated by the wet kiss he leaves on my bruised clit. My body’s heavy, lethargic even to move, all bare and boneless, spent after the mind numbing orgasms he coaxed my body into; but sated pleasure and affirmation warms my body when he whispers in my ear.

“Good girl.”

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angelanimedesaray · 5 years ago

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Creative Spark

AN: This is just a super short, nice little fluff piece idea that’s been sitting in my drafts that I decided to brush off for Valentine’s Day. And its specifically dedicated to all my mutual content creators.

Characters: Kiro, Reader

Pairing: Kiro x Reader

No Warnings

Word Count: 1000

When Kiro came over to your place, there was always one area that had a giant--invisible--do not disturb/touch sign hanging over it.

Your creative space.

As disorganized and messy as the space seemed, Kiro was very aware of the fact that everything had its place and nothing was to be disturbed. Especially you when you finally had that beautiful mix of time, inspiration, and motivation. If you were having a streak of productivity, Kiro did everything to make sure he didn’t interrupt and break that streak. You wouldn’t say anything, but as an artist himself, he knew how frustrating losing that streak could be, especially if it was thanks to an outside interruption.

That was why, after waking up in the morning and discovering you bent over something you were working furiously on in your creative space, he tried to be as quiet as possible. Normally you weren’t up this early--the only reason he was up was because even asleep he’d eventually become conscious of the fact you were no longer in the bed with him. It made him think that you might have gotten inspiration in the middle of the night and had been up working with that inspiration ever since.

Well, he wouldn’t disturb you, but since he knew how single minded you could get during the creative process, he could try to make sure you were still taken care of.

Stowing himself away in the kitchen for the time being, Kiro started on the morning essential--coffee and something of a breakfast. The coffee was the easy part, it was right there and simple to get started. The food...was a different story.

Since you were focused and would keep working, he wanted something not too messy, something that was more of a finger food, nothing sticky in any way. That drastically narrowed his choices, but he could find something. Because he was always hiding things from Savin in his own secret stashes, he knew how to search your kitchen for anything he could use. He found a box of granola bars shoved in the back of a cabinet, possibly forgotten, and grabbed one of those. An apple could be cut into slices to make it a finger food and the last poptart package…

You wouldn’t mind if he stole one of them, would you? He needed something to eat, too! Though, he wouldn’t say anything, just in case you did mind.

Once he finished putting together his breakfast offering, he quietly slipped into your creative space, setting the plate of finger foods and cup of coffee on a clear spot near you but far enough away you wouldn’t knock it onto the ground if you turned accidentally. Without another word, he slipped back out to leave you to your work and eat the hostage poptart.

After about an hour, Kiro checked in on you again, taking the clean dishes away and returning with a coffee refill and a glass of water. He wanted very, very badly to reach out and give you a hug or a kiss, but you were so focused he didn’t want to turn your attention away even for a moment, so--with great effort he would be regaling you with later--he left you to your work once again.

The hours continued to slip by, with Kiro growing more and more restless with each one that passed. He kept checking in on you, making sure that glass of water stayed full, but cutting you off after three cups of coffee so you didn’t get too high strung. At one point when he saw you had goosebumps and were trembling a little, he carefully tucked a blanket around your shoulders, bumping the thermostat up a few degrees just to be sure.

At long last, you finally emerged from your bubble, blanket hanging over one shoulder, glass of water in one hand, and a slightly frustrated look in your eyes as you chewed on your bottom lip.

Oh no, he knew that look.

“Hey Kiro, can you look at this for me? I know where I want to go with this, but I’m having problems...getting there, no matter how I try to do it, it just doesn’t want to work,” you grumbled, pausing to take a drink of water.

Kiro got up from the couch and popped to his feet with a bounce, flashing you a bright smile.

Finally.

“Of course! Just show me what I’m looking at.”

Going back into your little workspace, you showed him what you’d been avidly working on all this time, explaining your thought process to him and where you wanted to go with it in painstaking detail. Your hands waved in the air as you spoke animatedly, Kiro listening intently to every word, head tilted slightly as his eyes roamed over what you were working on, a small smile on his face.

Suddenly, as you were explaining the part that you were having difficulties with, you paused, eyes going wide. “Oh! Oh!”

Kiro laughed, reaching out to ruffle your hair playfully. “Sometimes you just need to talk about it, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do--I know what I’m going to--I just need--yes!” you said excitedly, drawing out the s in the yes.

Kiro stopped you before you could jump right back in and become so engrossed he didn’t want to interrupt, pulling you tightly into his arms for a hug, resting his chin atop your head. “Whenever you get done, I get you all to myself for the rest of the day, okay? Promise?”

You hummed in his embrace, reaching out to pat his arm with one hand, the other still holding the cup of water. “I promise you will have my undivided attention. Now...can I get back to this before I forget?”

Kiro laughed softly in your ear, then let you go, this time leaning in the doorway and watching you silently while you worked with that soft smile still on his face, shining eyes fixated on you.

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night-chant · 2 years ago

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MLQC Scenario - Hidden Talent

If I miraculously and accurately linked your actual hobby with your favourite dude, how??--- I-I mean, yes it was on purpose of course! (I didn’t even get mine right XD)

Featuring: MLQC Guys + reader

Synopsis: You have a great passion for your favourite pastime, but for some reason, you’re too shy to let anyone know about it but then he finds out on his own.

Warning: Fluff (except Victor’s??)

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Victor:

Creative writing

Sometimes poetry but often, creative writing since you loved spending time working on your historical romance novel. You never showed it to anyone, in fear that it would be ridiculed for any cliché use that you cherished.

At first, Victor assumed you were just writing a report on your laptop but sometimes, your eyes would light up as you eagerly typed out multiple sentences.

Did you find your report on Miracle Finder’s plummeting ratings that entertaining to analyze?

“How’s the progress?” he asked from behind and you hastily flipped the computer shut.

“Okay, I guess.” The light in your eyes instantly vanished.

Huh. He should’ve known. “The deadline is in two days. Did I give you too much time to spare?” When you didn’t answer, he went on: “What are you writing?”

“You’re going to say it’s stupid.”

“If you expect me to say that everytime a dummy does something, I’d lose my voice already. I only say if it is truly disastrous. Let’s see it.”

You reluctantly handed the laptop over. You started a couple of pages on chapter 18, but you expected he’d glance at the first few lines and turn back to you. Instead, he took a few minutes, perusing with a blank scowl.

Any hope shattered when he started pointing out all the grammatical errors and that the plot so far isn’t logical. Your face felt hot. He was treating even your story as a report.

“The girl should’ve told him the truth in the very beginning,” Victor said, “so none of this mess would happen.”

Your blood was boiling. What, now he’s the CEO of some publishing company?? “Yeah, well, maybe he’d just call her a dummy and dismiss what she says like he always does!”

. . .

Victor would turn and leave with your laptop. Starting from page one, he would read each dialogue and analyze the characters more carefully.

You two will not end up like that couple. Not if he could help it.

Lucien:

Painting

You enjoy nature, especially animals and landscapes.

Sometimes, Lucien and you took a stroll around the forest by the Loveland University so you could get some real-life references.

No matter how vibrant the pigments were, they never drew Lucien’s attention away from you and your concentrated scowl and the slight peek of your tongue as you carefully painted an arc for the branch of a willow tree.

“They don’t look right,” you mumbled, breaking his trance. “But I’m not sure why.”

“Your hand is shaking,” he said, reaching out. “Here, I’ll hold it still for you.”

Maybe it’s because you were embarrassed that you didn’t realize the issue before or maybe because he was leaning very close, but your hands were shaking even more.

However, with gentle guidance, the branches you drew together were natural and lovely, interlaced with one another just like your hands.

Kiro:

Dancing ft. singing

If the rhythm is inspiring or if it’s just your favourite song, you’d probably be in an imaginary music video in the next moment. (Of course, when you were alone.)

Back to reality, it was Kiro who dances but he usually sings more in his performances in concerts.

He didn’t expect you to be a dancer too.

Kiro came home earlier than usual one day. Savin had let him go ONLY because he wasn’t acting too rebellious that day.

Before Kiro even opens the front door, he heard blaring music, almost reverberating off the wall.

His approaching footsteps were completely muted and a familiar voice was singing both parts of a duet song. Then after, an eerily familiar song . . .

You didn’t notice him as you were dancing away to his latest single.

But when you do, all you wanted was to hide in a closet.

But he thought Miss Chips was adorable and gushed about your accurate choreography.

You both probably ended up dancing to Kpop or Disney songs.

Gavin:

Knitting and needlework

Your mother taught you the basics, but you loved the activity so much that you made your own small, simple projects.

Sometimes, Gavin returns from missions with torn clothes and you were always willing to sew them up again if possible.

He finds your talent in knitting very intriguing, how your fingers and yarn and needles danced around one and another like hummingbirds.

Subconsciously, he thinks about the future, when you two would be older and when you would be making knitted garments for your two’s grandchildren.

Wait what do you do with all the clothes you knit now?

One day, he informed you that he would be away for a long mission.

You were bummed. “You have to return on the 20th or earlier! Or else I won’t stop knitting this very scarf until you do!”

When Gavin got back, he noticed that the scarf was pretty long.

“You did take breaks, did you?” he asked, holding your hands as he examined them.

You rolled your eyes when he took your joke to heart and so literally.

You wrap the long scarf around him (maybe a couple times keep it clear from the ground, even considering his height).

Good thing the scarf was big enough to cover part of his face because his ears and cheeks grew pink from your gentle gesture.

He untangled the scarf just enough to loop it around you too, narrowing the distance between you two until you were against his chest.

“Thank you.”

He liked to wear it during autumn and winter ever since.

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I’m writing this as I wait for a game to download reeee

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yourssinfullyquiche · 3 years ago

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that took a different turn👀

If Sugar Doesn't Do It

Fandom: MLQC

Pairing: Kiro/MC (Yu)

Word Count: 1066

Rating: Mature

Warning: Necking

Genre: Fluff (Spicy?)

Summary: Kiro invites Yu over for an unusual taste test that backfires, well not really for Yu.

It was the taste that surprised her. Of course, she knew it'd be sweet, but not like this. She felt like she was tasting cherry ice cream. A soft sweetness that left her wanting to taste it again.

"What do you think?" Kiro asked, looking down at her. He wore a curious expression with a hint of a smile. They stood in his kitchen with four bottles of perfume on the counter. He invited her for a taste test, she was confused when she saw the perfume bottles.

"It tastes like cherries," she said licking her lips, "and ice cream. Is this really edible cologne?"

Kiro nodded before putting another bottle in her hand. "Yes, it's a new launch item for a brand I'm representing. Do you want to try my favorite?"

Yu looked at the small black and crimson bottle that he gave her. 'Taste' was written in a fancy font like the others, but this one seemed different. Yu turned the bottle in her hand and when she looked up, Kiro was standing closer to her. His face a mere inches from her. She could smell his cologne.

"Are you going to try it?" He asked, but it sounded like a plea. She backed up and realized she was between the countertop and him. She wondered when he had boxed her in.

Yu became flustered when he dipped his head lower with mischief in his eyes to get a better look at her. She looked at the bottle and pulled the top off. The moment she took the top off, she could smell the flavor from the nozzle. It smelled like sweet strawberries. An idea stuck her and she smiled. Since he was standing so close, she acted on it without pause. She sprayed Kiro's neck, and he jumped, surprised.

"On me?" He said strangely before touching the spot on his neck.

Yu smiled and leaned closer, sniffing his neck in the spot she sprayed. The blond stiffened, holding his breath, and Yu almost giggled. Kiro wasn't shy, so why was he reacting like this. Did he not like the scent, but it smelled delicious to her, like fresh strawberries?

"You asked if I wanted to try it." She pressed the tip of her nose against his neck, and he made an odd sound. She pulled back, wondering if something was wrong. Kiro's face was red, and his eyes widen until she could see every shade of blue she knew so well. He took a shaky breath.

"..." he mumbled something incoherent before leaning back, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and quickly laid a kiss on his neck.

Kiro's reaction was wholly unexpected. Another strangled sound followed with a release of breath before he sighed almost contently. The blush on his cheeks has spread to his neck, leaving him a cute shade of pink.

"It really...works." he said breathlessly. She let go of him.

Yu looked at him, then at his neck. She hadn't really figured out what he was talking about and instead of pondering, she kissed him again and gave a tentative lick at his neck.

Kiro gasped and was caught between pushing her away or pulling her closer. His hands were on her upper arms. His grip was strong. Yu drew back and inspected her boyfriend. He was flustered, and his eyes had become half-lidded. He was still holding onto her, but loosened his grip.

"Kiro," she looked at the bottle in her hand, then him. She had barely done anything. He couldn't be this way so soon. "What's in this?"

A half of a smile tugged at his lips. "I... I may have had it specially made."

Yu looked at the bottle again. "An aphrodisiac?"

"Mmm... something like that. It causes, uh, sensitivity wherever you used the cologne, among other things." He pushed his hair back and leaned away from her. He was trying to get away from her. She grabbed at his forearm. His skin had heated up so quickly, she wondered how potent that perfume was. A thin sheen of sweat was already appearing.

"So you were going to use it on me?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes," he found his way to his living room. Yu followed with a growing smile. She said she would try out some things. She just didn't think it would be an aphrodisiac a week after she said yes.

Kiro sat down on the sofa, unbuttoning his shirt absentmindedly. Yu watched as fanned himself. The button-down shirt he wore had the first two buttons undone already. He had gotten down to mid-chest when he realized what he was doing. He stopped and looked at her. His expression was needy.

"Yu... I-"

With the area she had been kissing clearly in view, she couldn't help herself. She came over and plopped down beside him. He looked at her in a half-lidded, partial daze.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you. I didn't think it would be like this." He said, then bit his lip a little too hard leaving his bottom lip red. "I'm glad you used it on me instead. Will you forgive me, Miss Chips?"

Yu wasn't angry as she agreed before and now that it worked out this way, she couldn't help the devious thoughts she had. "Of course I can. I agreed."

She licked her lips and tasted strawberries, but with the addition of something complementary.

"It changes flavors?"

"Depends on who uses it." He said, touching his neck. Yu stopped him by grabbing his hand. A huge smile overtook her face as she got closer to him.

"Miss Chips," he said, definitely surprised. Yu saw an opportunity. She leaned over him, tracing his collarbone with her fingertips.

Kiro was perfect, especially when he looked so alluring. His hair pushed back and eyes aglow with an intensity she rarely got to see. Bottle still in hand, Yu sprayed his collarbone swiftly. Kiro's reaction was priceless.

"Yu! Not again... I can't—" he whined as he leaned heavily against the sofa.

"That was a mistake," she feigned remorse as she pressed her mouth against his collarbone, making him shiver. His breath caught, and she giggled against him. Kiro was staring at her and she looked up. Their eyes met and she pressed soft kisses against his neck and collarbone while he watched, a smile graced her lips and she wondered where else she could use the perfume. She intended to leave him with a few hickeys.

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#mlqc kiro #mlqc zhou qiluo #mlqc kiro fanfic #mlqc kiro headcanon #mlqc kiro smut

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banenaz · 2 years ago

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Eyy MLQCtober time ehe

This year the we put less prompts to have more time .

Rules same as last year, just use mlqctober2022 instead. You can ofc choose whatever prompt you want from last year's mlqctober2021 .

Big thx to @victor-otherboys for designing the post ehe (go check her art on instagram it's so freaking gorgeous)

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otonymous · 2 years ago

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A Very Salty Story (MLQC full cast - NSFW)

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 The six-some, as promised...

Now up on my P*a*treon y'all (please see link in pinned post)! Happy reading and hope you all enjoy this filthy craziness! 🤣💖🥰

#mlqc #mr love queen's choice #love and producer #mlqc smut #mlqc fanfic #mlqc victor #mlqc gavin #mlqc shaw #mlqc lucien #mlqc kiro #my writing

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sunshinejihyun · 4 years ago

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Green Apples || Kiro

Author’s note: Look, this was supposed to be a cute simple Halloween fic but it turned into something much more. I’m not even mad about it though. Um this isn’t edited so if you see any mistakes, no you didn’t.

Summary: A stolen night with a masked stranger on Halloween leads to something more when you find out who’s behind that mask.

Warnings: some drinking

Word count: 5011

Masterlist

After filming had ended for the day, Kiki and Willow had grabbed your arm and pulled you out of your office and back to your apartment, ignoring your protests. “Guys, I still have work to get done!”

“Not on Halloween you don’t! It’s the first year my kids are old enough to be on their own and I’m partying. I need you guys there as my wing-women!” Anna reached into her leather top and pulled her bosom up, smiling at herself in the mirror before fluffing her hair. She was dressed as Catwoman, the leather and latex that was sticking to every single one of her curves made her look younger than she was. If you didn’t know her, you would have guessed her to be mid 20’s, not in her 30’s. “Now hurry up girls, your costumes are on the bed.” Kiki and Willow jumped off your twin bed and assessed the costumes before starting to discuss who would look better in what. Peering over their shoulders, you snuck a peak at the costumes. “I think Willow would look best in the Wonder Woman costume,” you quipped. They both turned around to hear your explanation, eyebrows raised in question. “Kiki and I are both short. Willow’s taller and her legs would look killer in that skirt with those thigh high boots she wore to the company’s Christmas party last year, let’s be honest.”

“Oh my gosh! Boss is right, Willow. You’ve gotta wear that, it’ll look so good!” Kiki pleaded, clasping her hands together and doing her best to pout at her friend.

“Well I can’t argue with my girls, can I?” Willow asked, reaching for the costume and started stripping from her work clothes. “Oh man, guess I won’t be breathing tonight.”

“We don’t need to breathe, we just need to look hot.” Anna turned from your makeup mirror and all three of you gasped at her. The dark smokey eye and bright red lipstick made her look even more pale than normal but the shimmer she had highlighting her cheekbones made her look extraordinary, like she was an ethereal being.

“Anna, you look amazing!” You exclaimed, dropping the costume you had in your hand. “Oh my gosh, I would never be able to tell you have two kids! I won’t be surprised if you leave the party with someone tonight.”

She winked and blew a kiss at you. “That’s the plan babe! Now come on, you guys need to get dressed!”

Glancing at Kiki, you saw her eyeing the Harley Quinn costume so you grasped the green costume. “I think you’ll look really good as Harley, Kiki. Willow and Anna can help do your makeup!”

Kiki took the costume into your small bathroom and you shrugged off your clothes. “Can someone help me zip?”

“Sure babes, come here.” Anna gestured for you to make your way over to where she was perched on your makeup table. Pulling the zipper up on the costume she squealed. “Your butt looks amazing in this costume. Definitely the best choice!”

You shrugged your shoulders, smoothing down the spandex covered with leaves. “I don’t even know who I’m supposed to be!”

“I’m not really sure either, all that matters is that you look hot!” You and Anna giggled and Kiki walked back into the room, twirling around in her costume.

“Kiki, you look amazing! Come here hun, let me do your makeup!” Willow gestured her over and Kiki skipped over puckering her lips obscenely and making Willow sigh out in annoyance. “Never mind, you can do it yourself.” She teased.

Anna wordlessly started to dab a pinky-orange lipstick on your lips and you sat down, letting her get to work. “And…” Anna brushed something on your cheeks, stepped back, and grinned down at her work. “Perfect!”

Turning to look in the mirror, your jaw dropped. The makeup she had done made it so you didn’t even look like yourself. You looked sexy, like someone you’d see in a magazine, or at least on TV.

“Boss! You look amazing!” Kiki yelled out, running over and wrapping her arms around you, careful to not smudge either of your makeup. “We all look amazing. We all better be leaving tonight with a man or woman on our arms or so help me God, I’ll give up on love forever!”

“Don’t be so dramatic!” Willow threw her hair over her shoulder. “Now ladies, are we ready to go?”

Anna handed each of you a mask that would cover your eyes, but not one of the lame plastic ones, these were each individually gorgeous, made to go with your costumes. They were lined lace, gemstones, and colors that complimented the outfits. The masks mixed with everyone's smokey eyes and bright lips really brought every costume together and brought butterflies to your stomach. Despite originally not wanting to go, you actually found yourself looking forward to a night off work with the girls.

The party was already in full swing by the time you and the girls entered the bar. The bass was vibrating the floor and purple lights were flashing in time to the beat of the music. Anna left your side almost immediately, blowing a kiss in your group's direction before setting her sights on who you can only assume was a handsome man in some scrubs and a plague doctor’s mask.

“Well, she wasted no time,” Willow observed, grabbing her beer off the bar and taking a short drink.

Kiki suddenly stopped in her tracks. “I. Love. This. Song!” Each word was enunciated and she tugged on Willow’s arm excitedly. “Come dance with me, Boss can hold our drinks.” Kiki shoved her drink in your hand and dragged Willow away, leaving you alone near the bar, two drinks in your hand but neither of them yours.

Watching them dance from the sideline had you smiling, they were never like this at work and it was wonderful to see both of them having the time of their lives. It almost made you forget that you weren’t out there, but your attention was pulled away from them quickly when someone came and stood by you.

“So many people to kill, so little time, huh?” Your skin prickled when the voice filtered through your ears and you turned to face the man, coming face to face with him. He was so close to you that you could smell sour apple candy on his breath.

“Excuse me?” Your eyebrows raised and you took a step back.

“It’s uh, it’s a line that Poison Ivy says to Batman in one of the Batman and Robin films!” The man exclaimed, reaching under his black mask to scratch an itch on his face. “I thought it’d be a good opener because I’m dressed as Batman and you’re dressed as Poison Ivy. We’re supposed to be nemeses but I don’t think I could fight someone as pretty as you.”

Despite not knowing who was speaking to you, you found your cheeks flushing and you were grateful for the lights in the bar flashing bright colors, it was easier to hide the rouge starting to form. “Sorry,” you laughed and closed the distance between you and your new acquaintance once more. “I’m not actually a fan, my friend picked out the costumes.”

“Which one? Harley Quinn or Wonder Woman?” You wished you could see more of this man’s face that was hidden under a dark mask. He was charming and his piercing eyes felt like they were reaching in your soul and spreading warmth and happiness within.

“Wow, you do pay attention. Neither, my friend dressed as Catwoman picked them out. I think her goal was to find the tightest outfits in the store, and in which case she definitely succeeded.” You took a drink of Willow’s beer, she wasn’t around and it’d probably be gross by the time she came back anyway.

“Of course I paid attention when the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen walked in.”

“That was such a line.” You rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips and the guy burst out laughing.

“I know! I can’t believe you thought I was serious. I just wanted to see if you were someone who fell for cheesy lines like that!” His smile was gorgeous and the sound of his laugh stirred up butterflies in your stomach. It’s been forever since you met someone who made you feel like this. “Do you want to dance?” He held out his hand, head tilted towards the dance floor and without thinking too much, you set down the drinks you were holding and grasped his hand.

He pulled you into the middle of the crowd and spun you around before pulling you close, so close that you both were chest to chest, and started moving his hips, your usually uncoordinated body easily following in his lead. “Wow, you’ve got some moves!” The music was louder than it was by the bar and you couldn’t tell if he had actually heard you, but he had a smile settle on his lips.

After dancing to a few songs, he led you back to the bar. “I’m gonna get a water, you want anything?”

Raising your eyebrows in question, you settled on the barstool next to him. “Not drinking tonight?” He shook his head no. “Alright, one water for me too please.”

“Thanks,” the guy told the bartender when he set down the two bottles in front of the both of you. “So,”

“I usually don’t make a habit of dancing with people I don’t even know.” You laughed, gulping down some water. “I don’t know what came over me, it’s like you’re intoxicating.”

“Believe it or not, you’re not the first to say that to me!” The guy leaned in, resting his hand on your thigh. Normally, you’d shy away from a touch like that but after being pressed up against his hard body for the past 7 songs on the dance floor, this touch seemed more innocent than before. “I’ve never connected with someone like this before.”

“Boss!” Kiki came running up, cheeks flushed and dark red lipstick smudged. “Have you heard this song? It’s Kiro! Come with me, we all have to dance!”

You glanced at your current dance partner who rolled his eyes at the mention of Kiro. “Don’t tell me you’re a Kiro fangirl? I’d have to take back what I just said to you.”

“Kiki, I think I’ll sit this one out. You’ll just have to dance even harder with Anna and Willow to make up for it, but I’m sure you can do it!” Turning back to the man who was staring at you, an intense look in his eyes, you smiled. “I personally like Kiro’s music, but I don’t go crazy about him like some people. I honestly think he deserves some privacy to just be him. Everyone expects too much of someone who’s only 22.”

“I never thought of it that way. I just know some people who go crazy for him and… it makes me uncomfortable!” The man held his hand out to you once more. “Do you wanna go outside, get some air?”

You rationally knew that it wasn’t the smartest decision to go out on your own with a man you just met, but looking at him with the charming smile he had only used on you that night, you felt your heart make the decision before your head could catch up. “Absolutely.”

This time when you grabbed his hand, he squeezed it affectionately before interlacing your fingers. Your hand was sweaty and you wanted to pull away to wipe it off but he wouldn’t let you, instead just opting to hold on tighter.

The cold October air on your cheeks soothed you and helped cool your body temperature. Without thinking, you took off your mask and patted down the sweaty area that it was resting on. Turning towards the man, you saw he had stopped in his tracks, mouth slightly open, and was staring. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered, reaching out to brush a piece of your hair behind your ear.

Looking down at your feet, so small compared to him, you fought off a wide grin. “Yeah, sure. I’m sure I look great with makeup running down my face right now.”

“No seriously,” his hand reached under your chin to tilt your eyes to meet his. Although you hardly knew this man, you haven’t seen his full face, and you didn’t even know his name, there was something about him that made you feel so safe. Like being wrapped in a warm hug after being out in the cold for long hours. “To me, you are so beautiful.”

“You don’t even know me.” You whispered, your faces so close to one another. His blue eyes so clear in the night were searching your face, taking in the new features he hadn’t seen before.

“I don’t trust easily, but there’s something about you…” His eyes landed on your lips after glancing at them a few times before. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded and stood on your tiptoes, closing the small gap between the two of you. Despite not seeing him eat a piece of candy since you had met him earlier that night, he still tasted of green apple candy. He cupped your face so tenderly, like if he were to hold you a little too tight, you might break. He pulled back before pecking your lips once more. “Can you tell me who you are?” Your nose was still brushing his as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Promise me it won't change anything about tonight?” He took your hands and guided you to grip the fabric mask that’s been on his face since the moment he met you. “Please,”

“I promise,” his eyes were pleading and you felt yourself wanting to melt into his touch, to do nothing but reassure him that your connection was too strong now to care about who he was or what he looked like. “I can promise you that with my whole heart.” His hands, still covering your own, helped you grasp the mask, pulling it over his head. A shock of blond hair fell out of the dark fabric and when he brushed it out of his eyes, you gasped. “Kiro?”

“Shh,” his hands moved to cover your mouth but you quickly intercepted them and linked both of them with your own. Both of your masks were discarded on the cold ground, but they were forgotten. “No one can know I’m here.” “But-” you cut yourself off, stopping yourself from bombarding him with tons of questions. “I’m just-”

“Shit!” Kiro swore, ducking down to grab his mask off the ground. “That’s my agent. He will kill me if he sees me.” You saw the man Kiro was pointing at and he narrowed his eyes at the pair of you before starting to make his way over to the both of you. “I… I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I have to go. Umm… you know how to get a hold of me, so I hope I’ll get a message from you soon, Miss Ivy.” Kiro pressed a kiss to your cheek before taking a deep breath and running off.

“Excuse me miss, who was that guy you were just with?” Kiro’s agent approached you, an apprehensive look on his face.

You panicked and said the first thing that came to your mind. “My boyfriend. Who are you?”

“Oh, sorry, I guess I got the wrong person.” His agent distractedly walked off in the other direction and you sighed, heading back inside the bar.

As you were entering, you bumped into Anna, her arms wrapped around the man with the plague doctor mask that she was eyeing earlier. Now, his mask was off and your assumption was right, he was handsome. “Oh, hey babe!” She let go of him and stumbled over to you, throwing her arms around your neck. “You’re so pretty. I’m going to go home with this nice man his name is Brandon from the bar, so if I don’t show up to work on Monday tell the police that, preferably that cute one, Gavin. It’d be nice to be rescued by him.”

You glanced towards the man who held up his hands in surrender. “She’s got my address and number, she was gonna send it to you guys, I’ll make sure she sends it on our way over to my place.”

Nodding, you patted her head gently. “You be safe okay, sweetie? I’ll see you on Monday.” She pressed a kiss to the same cheek Kiro had kissed only a few moments earlier and you felt anger bubble in your chest. Your last physical touch from him was wiped away in a quick moment by a drunk friend. Selfishly, you never wanted to wash that cheek again, to always remember the moment; but even if it wasn’t still there physically, you had all the memories you had made with him that night.

After watching for a moment that they actually got in a cab, you headed back inside to find your other two friends. You found them where you left them, on the dance floor and grinding against two masked men. They looked tired now, and you didn’t hesitate to grab their attention. “Hey, I’m tired, want to head back to my place and we can have a sleepover?”

Kiki and Willow said their goodbyes to the two men they were with and followed you outside. “Boss, we thought you left with that cute Batman!”

You bit your lip and glanced at the place on the sidewalk where no longer than 20 minutes ago you were kissing Kiro. “Yeah, but he had to go home. It was really sudden.” Feeling your eyes prick with tears, you dug your nails in your palm to distract yourself. “I didn’t even give him my name.”

“Oh hun,” Willow linked her arm through yours, closing the Uber app on her phone. The car coming to pick you up would be there any second. “I’m sure you’ll run into him again. Loveland City isn’t that big.”

Glancing wistfully in the direction that Kiro had headed after kissing your cheek, you sighed out before climbing in the back of the silver car that had pulled up in front of you. “I hope so,”

The rest of the ride back to your apartment was quiet and you and Willow had to drag a sleepy Kiki into the elevator. The rest of the building was asleep except for you guys, and as soon as you all had changed into comfy clothes, you collapsed on your small bed and fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.

Monday morning, you showed up at work, your spirits still low. Even though you had only spent a few hours with Kiro, no one had ever made you feel the way he did and you longed to feel his soft hands pushing hair out of your face once more.

“BOSS! You are NEVER going to believe who just called and asked to be on the show!” Kiki rushed into your office, eyes wide and chest heaving.

Sighing, you turned away from your computer. “Who?”

“Kiro! Or, well technically, his agent called. But Kiro wants to be on the show!” Your heartbeat sped up at the thought of Kiro walking into the filming studio and seeing you for the first time since your shared moment. “His agent said that he used to watch the show growing up and wants to show his love for it. Please Boss, we HAVE to schedule him on the show.”

“I’m sure I can change a few things around to fit him on. When is he available?” You opened your calendar and waited for Kiki to continue.

“Next week?” She sheepishly smiled. “I kinda already booked him. I’m sorry, I was just so excited!”

You rolled your eyes at Kiki and fought to keep a smile off your face. “Okay, I will figure out a plan for a show with Kiro on it. Now shoo, go do your work!”

Kiki squealed excitedly and exited your office and as soon as you were sure she was out of earshot, you let out a very similar squeal. You only needed to get through 7 days and you would see Kiro again.

The following Monday, you didn’t stop at the office before going to the filming studio, instead opting to spend some extra time on your hair and makeup. You still looked nothing like you did halloween night, but you felt a little more put together and that was important on a day with so many unknowns. How would he react when he saw you? Would he be happy, or would he play it cool and pretend like he had never met you before?

You were so caught up in your own fantasies of Kiro pulling you into his arms and kissing your senseless in front of all the cast and crew that you bumped into a solid chest, a soft ‘oof’ escaping their mouth.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You bent down to pick up your papers that scattered everywhere and the person bent down as well, helping you gather them up.

“No it was my fault, I was looking at this comic and-” he cut himself off as your eyes met his own. “Wait a second, Poison Ivy? You work for Miracle Finder?”

“Yeah um, I’m actually the owner of the company?” Despite daydreaming up millions of scenarios where you ran into Kiro again, you didn’t think you would have physically run into him.

“I had no clue. Um, how are you?” He handed you the rest of your paperwork and when his fingers grazed your own, your whole body was on fire. He had such an affect on you, one you couldn’t even begin to describe. “You never messaged me.”

“I wanted to, believe me.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “I just wasn’t sure if it was a good idea since we’re going to be working together. And besides, I knew I was going to see you here eventually.”

“I’m really happy to see you,” Kiro admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Me neither,” you agreed, gesturing to an empty greenroom. Kiro went in first and you followed a few seconds later.

Kiro took your hands in his own and gazed steadily down at you, his blue eyes never wavering from your own. “I don’t have much to say, but I’ve never felt like this with anyone and I don’t even know your name. We only spent a few hours together but you made me feel more alive than performing on stage does. I want to get to know you, if you’d be willing to give me a chance.”

Reaching up to cup one of his cheeks in your hand, you stroked the soft skin and Kiro leaned into your touch. “I’d love that. I’d love to be able to see where this connection takes us. I feel like I’ve known you for years.” Kiro grinned and leaned closer to you, and you reached up and kissed him softly. “Green apple, again.”

His eyes widened and he looked panicked for a moment. “I’m sorry if you don't like it. I can start stealing sweets with a different flavor that has just been my favorite since I was a kid. I-”

You cut him off with another kiss. “No, it’s perfect. Very you.” Glancing at your watch you shooed him out of the room. “You were due in hair and makeup 5 minutes ago, but I’ll see you out while we’re filming.” Kiro went to leave but you grabbed his arm gently. “It’s MC, by the way. My name.” “MC,” he repeated it over and sent you one of the sweetest smiles you’ve seen from him yet. “Beautiful, just like you.”

Blushing, you pushed him in the hallway and waited for a few moments before checking to make sure the coast was clear and left, walking towards the filming crew. “Boss!” Kiki rushed up to you and you jumped at her voice. “Have you seen Kiro? He looks so cute today!” She paused for a second. “Come to think of it, he kinda looks like the guy you were with on Halloween. Ohmigosh! What if you kissed Kiro on Halloween, how crazy would that be?” You laughed to keep yourself from answering her. Kiki would freak out if she knew just how correct she was.

You were relieved when Willow called Kiki over to clarify a few things about shooting before it started. Kiro was already on scene, dressed in a tight black turtleneck with a red and black jacket over it. He looked good and you took that moment while he wasn’t paying attention to admire him, the way he stood so sure of himself, how his easygoing smile made everyone around him seem at ease.

Kiro caught your eye as you were looking him over and he grinned and winked at you before raising his hand in a wave. You blushed and waved back, his grin widening before turning back to the director.

“Did you find your Halloween mystery man?” Anna appeared at your elbow and you pushed your bangs back from your forehead. “I seem to remember some similarities between Kiro and that man, they look at you the same.”

“Yeah, I think I did.” You replied, not taking your eyes off the blond who was now talking to an animated Kiki. He looked a little nervous and you made your way up to them, gently squeezing Kiki’s shoulder. “Hey, I think someone in the film crew is looking for you, they need you to run an errand.”

Ignoring her protests, you turned Kiki in the other direction. “Maybe you’re the real superhero,” Kiro’s fingers brushed yours before pulling away. “Saving the superstar from crazed fangirls.”

“Nah, I’m not a superhero. Just someone who wants you all to herself.” You admitted and Kiro’s blush made your heart soar.

“Oh you do? So then, what do you say to having a little impromptu date after filming today. I have a secret base I like to go to, no one knows where it is, not even Savin.”

“I say, I’ll meet you outside afterwards.” You couldn’t keep the grin off your face and you were sure you looked ridiculous but you didn’t care. Kiro made you happy. “Filming’s gonna start any second,” you gestured to the camera crew finishing up positioning everything. “You’re gonna kill it, superstar.”

Moving to join Anna, Kiki, and Willow to watch the filming, Kiki started pestering you with questions about Kiro. “You looked so close to him that you could smell him. Boss, please please tell me what he smells like!”

Without thinking about it, you answered. “Green apples.” “Ask her what he tastes like.” Anna teased, nudging your side.

“BOSS! Did you lick Kiro?” Kiki grabbed your arm and Willow gently removed her hand from you. “Oh my god, did you bite him?”

“He’s obviously her Halloween mystery man, did you see how he looked at her?” Willow flipped her hair over her shoulder. “She kissed him.”

Flushing bright red, you lowered your voice to a whisper. “Yes, Kiro was the guy I met on Halloween, but please don’t make a big deal about it!” Kiki was speechless, her mouth was opening and closing like a fish, not sure of what to say. “And before you ask again, he also tastes like green apples.”

With that you walked off, going to sit in a greenroom to answer some emails and send Minor a list of things he needed to get done by the end of the week. Afterwards, your eyes felt heavy so you laid your head down on the couch and closed them, just for a few minutes.

You woke up to a gentle hand brushing hair from your face and whispering your name softly. “Wake up.”

Opening your eyes, you met clear sapphire ones and you immediately bolted up, heartbeat hammering in your chest. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep for so long. Did I keep you waiting?”

Kiro’s hand moved down to cup your neck, his warm hand comforting on your skin. “Filming just ended. Your friends let me know you were in here.”

Standing up and stretching, your shirt rose above your pants and you flushed as you caught Kiro eyeing the bare skin there. “I just need to check in with everyone real quick and then I’m good to go. Are you okay waiting for a few moments?”

“I’d wait for like, 9 days for you. I did it once, I can do it again.” Kiro winked at you and walked you out of the greenroom. As you checked in with the crew, everything was under control and about to be wrapped up for the day so you made your way over to your three friends.

“I’m heading out, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Yeah, heading out with Kiro!” Willow sang out his name and the other two laughed at your blush. “Have fun, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“I’m just glad that’s not Anna saying that,” you teased the older girl who snickered along with you.

Bidding your friends goodbye, you made your way to the doors, and Kiro was standing there waiting for you right where you had collided with him hours earlier. He held out his hand to you. “Ready to go?”

Glancing back once more at your friends, they gave your encouraging smiles and thumbs up and you looked at Kiro, meeting his eyes, before gripping his hand tighter than before. There was nothing you were more sure of in that moment than him. “Yeah, I am. Lead the way.”

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thedummysdummy · 2 years ago

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My Roommate is a Sunbeam Incarnate

So I've been contemplating posting something entirely different than my usual offerings. You see, I've been thinking about how funny it could be if Victor and Kiro were roommates due to their entirely different outside presentations, but quite similar inside tenderness. So this is the introduction to what will probably turn into an ongoing fanfic.

What I want to know from you, my lovely readers, is if this interests you or not. Once you've read the intro, I would love if you would comment whether you'd like to continue seeing this content here or if I should post it elsewhere. I won't be offended either way, so let me know!

While Victor could easily have had any private residence on campus or even stayed in his mother’s house, he felt no regret as he stood in front of the unassuming door. It was the same generic grey as every other door on the floor and sported a silver “15.” Victor checked the back of the key, nodded when the numbers matched, and slid the key into the worn and scratched hole in the faded silver handle.

Despite the age of the lock, it turned freely and the handle turned with a soft click. Victor leaned his body weight against the door slightly and it swung open to reveal a standard dorm. Two twin-sized beds lined the east and west walls, with two old wooden wardrobes between the beds on the north wall and a wrap-around desk on the south wall. Ugly green carpet covered what had to be a concrete floor and the walls were a finished red brick, a room as inflammable as possible.

It appeared that Victor had arrived before his roommate, and as such he took the liberty of choosing the bed farther from the door. He dropped his bag on the naked mattress and looked around with his lip drifting slightly upwards toward his nose. At least it smelled…decent. The sound of footsteps caught Victor’s attention and he turned heel to make eye contact with his father. “Your bed that one, then?” Mr. Li asked, crossing the room as his son nodded and dropping the double armload of belongings onto the bed. “I think there’s really only one more trip if we both carry stuff up. Any sign of your roommate yet?”

Victor shook his head and followed his father back down to the car, his sharp eyes taking in the chaos around him. Freshman students in varying levels of excitement and terror scurried from the parking lot into the building like a hive of ants preparing for the incoming winter. The most energetic group were gathered in the northeastern corner of the parking lot, surrounding a golden-haired youth who could only be seen in snatches.

“Seems like that lad has quite the following already,” Mr. Li commented with a half smile as he leaned farther into the car to gather a couple of items that had fallen onto the floor of the car. “I’m sure my handsome son will have his own group of friends soon enough.”

“That’s the least of my concerns.” Victor shrugged and turned away from the noisy group of students with his arms full. His dad sighed, but didn’t bother to press the conversation. Both men gave the car one more check before heading back up the worn steps to number fifteen to drop off their loads. The pile looked rather small once loaded onto the bed and Mr. Li looked at it suspiciously yet again. Victor caught the look and shook his head. “Don’t even ask, Dad. I have more than enough stuff to get through the semester. And if I need anything, I can just go buy it.”

Mr. Li sighed, but nodded and pulled his son into a one-armed hug. “You’re going to do great. And if you need anything, just call.” He stepped back and looked Victor up and down with a swirling mixture of pride and sadness. “Is there anything else you need before I head out? I do need to be at the airport in about an hour.”

“I’m fine, Dad. Just call me when you get back to Loveland. Don’t worry about the hour.” Victor shot his father a smile and brought him to the door. They embraced once more and opened the door, allowing the sound of the hallway to pour into the room. And plenty of sound there was: the blonde boy and his entourage were headed Victor’s way, bringing with them their excited chatter. Mr. Li headed off down the hallway in the opposite direction and Victor closed the door, glad that the heavy wooden door and brick walls seemed to dampen most of the outside noise.

Moments after the door clicked shut, Victor heard the sound of a key in the lock. He turned away from the pile of belongings that he had begun sorting in time to see the door swing open and admit none other than the smiling blonde youth. “Roomie!” the newcomer exclaimed, his smile as bright as the sun. “The name is Kiro. How about you?” He stepped into the room proper and extended his hand.

“Victor.” Victor shook Kiro’s hand firmly and turned back to his unpacking. His tone was curt and lacked the warmth and excitement of Kiro’s, but Kiro didn’t seem to notice. He tossed his large suitcase on the bed and flipped it open. The two quickly found homes for their belongings and soon found themselves sitting on their respective beds, awkwardly pretending they were alone and completely comfortable.

Kiro lay with his head resting on his pillow and one leg extended, the other with the knee in the air. He scrolled through his phone, often laughing and brushing his hair from his eyes. Victor, on the other hand, sat with his back against the wall and his laptop on his lap. He double checked his schedule, nodded, and closed the computer. A glance at his watch informed him that it was dinner time and he stood. “I am going to go down to the cafeteria. I don’t suppose you wish to join me?”

Despite his distaste for the noise and hubbub surrounding his new roommate’s arrival, Victor had no reason to dislike Kiro as of yet. He seemed fairly normal if a bit more extroverted than Victor, but that was fine. And he had…some strange sort of aura that made Victor feel like he wanted to get to know this blonde-haired, blue-eyed ray of sunshine that had been dropped on his doorstep. Kiro nodded with excitement and jumped up, slipping his phone into the pocket of his white capris. “I’m starving!” he exclaimed, beaming from ear to ear at the thought of his first meal as a college student. What might the cafeteria have? Lots of crisps and sweets, he hoped. “Let’s go before all the good stuff is gone!”

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