#mlqc kiro fic

[missproducergirl]

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.

[belovedstill]

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[imagine-otome-games]

mother tongue [Kiro MLQC]

Pairing: Kiro x Female!Reader

Warnings: cursing probably

A/N: Hi i can actually write fluff i guess?? (( song insp- mother tongue by BMTH)) also, took some liberty with his Evol since I’m not entirely sure how it works. For angst purposes, I like to think sometimes he can’t fully control it, or high emotions can trigger it. Also, not aiming to be perfect on the first meeting thing. On top of that, I’m aware the end of Ch.8 suggests Kiro has known MC mayhaps but uhmm, don’t feel like dealing with that rn. whoop.

“I ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ I ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴀɪᴛʜ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ’s ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ..”

Those three words were screamed his way constantly since he’d started to pick up in his career. That’s not to say he didn’t like it. He loved that he even had fans, people who liked his work and supported it. It was an insanely busy job, and at times he could maybe regret it, but only because he couldn’t just go out and do something like any normal person.

Can’t have your cake and eat it too, right?

Kiro enjoyed the love, but didn’t let it get to his head. The love mostly came to him because of his Evol. Of course, it came in handy, but it could also have someone just instantly ‘loving’ him, without him really trying for that. It’s sometimes jarring, having complete strangers saying they love you, without them really knowing who you are as a person.

There was no one that really knew him for him, knew him for all he was. Just fans, obsessed with the idea of loving a pop star and dating him. So, slowly but surely, he was sure no one would truly get close enough to really know him. Everyone just straight up loved him off the bat, They’d freak out and then swarms of people would follow suit. He told himself he was okay with it.

“’Tɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴜs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ I’ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ.”

The last place he expected to meet you, was a grocery store. Right in the chip isle, where you grabbed the last bag of his favorite chips. He noticed the all too familiar look of recognition in your eyes, and waited with baited breath for you to just absolutely lose your shit. You didn’t though- you just smiled, opened your mouth and-

“Oh- you’re K-”

He hadn’t meant to, but his hand flew out, covering your mouth, “Shh. Someone might hear you.”

You nodded firmly, moving his hand as you whispered, “Right, sorry.”

There was a pause, mostly due his own inner shock, but the you spoke up.

“Were you trying to get these chips?”

“Uh, yeah.”, he’d replied, and so began the start of all of this. The one little miracle he’d been wishing for. Someone that could get close, someone that saw beyond the fame. Someone his Evol didn’t work on.

“I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ. I ғᴇᴇʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ, ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ.”

You’d earned yourself the lovely name of Miss Chips. Day by day, Kiro learned of more to just adore about you. You were a hard worker- you were sweet- you cared about him just because. There was no ulterior motive. You weren’t seeking to gain fame or clout or whatever. You just liked being around him and he loved that. He began to love you, and he didn’t want to use that word so freely like everyone else did. He wanted it to still holding it’s meaning- still have a big impact when, if he ever, said it to you.

“I really wish I could see you more, it sucks we’re both so busy.”, you say, a little pout on your face.

“I know..”, he says, baby blues not lifting from you. “I wish I could just take you everywhere with me. I’d have so much more fun.”

The grin that splits across your face at his silly idea has his heart soaring, “That wouldn’t work at all, but it is fun to think about. I’ll just hide in one of your ridiculously big suitcases and sneak through security.”

He laughs at that, “Right? I’m sorry, Sir. She’s my emotional support human.”

The laugh that bursts from you is so joyous and lovely. He saves it into the deepest parts of his memory, where it will remain whenever he needs it. It’s a lovely and long laugh, coming from somewhere deep within you. He loves that he was the one to get it out of you.

“Oh man..”, you say, wiping at your eyes, “That wasn’t that funny but- I could just picture you saying that, I couldn’t help myself.”

You heave a sigh and continue, “Honestly if I could, I’d go with you. I dunno.. just.. I like being around you.”

You say it so softly, so unapologetically. It makes him so warm and fuzzy.

“I feel the same..”, he replies, warmth oozing in his tone, “I’d go anywhere with you..”

The look you give him says you agree, but it also looks a little scared. Nervous. He knows why. Fallings not easy, it never was, and it never has been.

“Sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴀʟᴀ ᴀᴍᴏ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ I’ʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.”

It was spring. Flowers were blooming, sunshowers were common. The weather was almost perfect, save for some humidity and scattered showers. You wore a cozy and lovely sundress. The color went well with your skintone, making you pop amongst all the flowers around you. You’d come with him to a photoshoot, watching the photographers at work with him. However, you were blissfully unaware of him sneaking his own photos.

They were lovely, and he’d be sure to show you later. The wind blew at your hair and dress- the flowers surrounded you so well- your face was practically beaming in the sunlight. Gorgeous.

“Kiro!”, you whisper-shout, pulling him into a secluded area.

He’s confused, yet also flustered. Hidden in between set props and other things, you were both pressed chest to chest. You put a finger to your lips, waiting on someone to pass.

“You deserve a break.. I heard about some..”

Your voice trailed off in his head, he heard you, but not what you were saying. Somehow you’d noticed his fatigue from afar. Saw how his smile didn’t get quite as big as usual, and that thought had him feeling like he was on cloud nine. Even more so at your tone. He knew you well.

He knew those words you wanted to say..

“Nᴏ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ, ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs, sᴏ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ.”

You took him to some ice cream parlor. It had a variety of flavors and treats. The place was pretty empty, considering most people were swarmed around his set, trying to sneak a peek of his photoshoot. He’s not quite sure how you managed to sneak him out, but he won’t question it.

“Oo, Ki- oh uhm.. I mean, come look at these, Mister Chips.”

His heart jumped in his chest, where’d that come from, “Looks lovely, Miss Chips. Wanna go half with me?”

You grin, “Absolutely.”

He smiles back at you, “So. Now it’s Miss Chips and Mister Chips?”

You nod, turning from him so he can’t see the flush of your cheeks, “Yeah, I mean, can’t be Misses just yet.”

“Right.”, he replies, voice a little shaky. He’d give the world for a Misses Chips..

Your little moment is interrupted by the cashier, “How cute! How long have you two been together?”

For once, Kiro is at a loss for words. He’s not sure how to respond. Saying no  could just ruin what’s begun to establish- but saying yes doesn’t seem right. There was no official say in anything. He was sure you were more than a friend to him but.. he wasn’t sure if you were quite his girlfriend just yet-

“We’ve known each other for a while.”, you say, “But we kinda just started, you know?”

This time you look at him, eyes searching his for something, though he’s not sure what. He wasn’t sure if you were just talking on the fly to get attention off him in his ill-made disguise, or if you meant it.

You looked pleased when he agrees though. Something in your eyes flickers ever so slightly, and he swears he sees your cheeks flush-

“That’s sweet. Your order will be ready in just a second, you can have a seat while it’s made.”

“I ғᴇᴇʟ sɪᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛ I·ᴍ ʙᴜᴢᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ I’ᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ. I·ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ɢᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡᴇᴛ.”

Nothing was really said after that. The two of you ate in comfortable silence, nervously bumping hands once in a while. He couldn’t deny that he wanted to just take your hand and hold it over the table. he wanted to run his thumb across the top of your hand- feel your smooth skin under his. He wanted to lace his fingers with yours, see how your hand might fit in his. Before he could gain the courage, his phone went off, clattering against the table and ruining the serenity of the moment.

“...It’s my agent..”

“Oops..”, you say, “I guess we were out too long- he’s probably never going to let me come along with you again. Sorry-”

“No.”, he says, firmly, “I won’t let that happen. I wanted to come here with you, plus, I finished my work so, whats the harm? Right, Miss Chips?”

You laugh softly, “Right, Mister Chips.”

“Plus, I did say I’d go anywhere with you. It would be rude of me to go back on my word.”

There’s a soft look in your eyes. He’s sure he knows what it is, and the mere thought has his heart swelling in his chest. It fills him with warmth and fuzzy nerves.

“That is true.”, you say, tone soothing, yet somehow has his cheeks burning. “I’d go anywhere with you too.”

“Bᴜᴛ I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ, ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴠᴇɴ..”

He got into a bit of trouble, but he’d do it a thousand times over if it meant to leading him here. It’s not a romantic spot- there’s no dim lit candles or rose petals. It’s not the scenery one dreams of, but is that what really matters? He could be out in a dingy park or up in an airplane, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the moment- the soft spoken words in the middle of a rainy night.

The air was cooler now that the sun had set, the rain added to the slight chill. The street corner store was empty, save for a cashier. Said cashier was tired and had not a single care for any type of customer service. Just get your little map and go was his overall vibe. Clearly, he did not like late night tourists.

Your laugh is exasperated, “How do we get lost and have our phones die? I swear I had mine fully charged.. oh, we’re so dead..”

“Yeah.”, he nods, using his arm to cover the map from getting wet, “..but, we did have some fun. I’d do all this again, no matter how much trouble I get in.”

You spare a glance at him, fighting a smile, “Kiro, we’re going to be in huge trouble- I can see your manager just losing his shit right now- he’s having a cow, I swear.”

“I’d still do it again.”, he says, tone softer. 

This makes you tilt your head up from the map to look right at him. His blue eyes seem piercing. They bore right into your very soul, aiming to tell you something he’s kind of scared to. In this little moment, huddled together under the overhanging signs of a street corner store, he is very vulnerable. In this moment, ou could honestly just break him, but why would you? You’ve felt this way for so long, and to see him look at you like this, golden locks damp and just barely brushing your forehead- blue eyes asking a million questions, all for you. His face looks soft, free of the stress of his job, of the stress of wondering if he’ll be able to see you again after this. He’s looking at you, just as he is, baring his very soul to you with a look. So?

You smile, brightly, so wide your eyes crinkle.

“Kiro..”, you whisper, pressing closer, lips a breath away from his, “.. I love you.”

It was as if the floodgates opened. His eyes go wide, his jaw goes slack. Shock silences him and steals his breath as well as his sense of mind. He looks like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing, fighting to respond. His reaction makes your smile widen. How powerful you must be, and yet are unaware. No one makes him speechless quite like you.

You shock him even further, placing the softest and sweetest kiss upon his waiting lips. he’d only dreamt of kissing you like a thousand times over. To have it be real? Insane.

Of course, he had to react to that, repaying in kind, baring his heart in any form he could. Sure, a kiss doesn’t show much, but when real and pure emotion is behind it? It does.

His laps capture yours, and his hand cradles the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. Breaths become raspy and ragged as your hands move up, one running through his hair while the other keeps your grounded by holding onto his shoulder. His lips are wet and cool from the rain, a direct contrast to the heat of his breath, which fanned over you when he stopped to breathe.

“I love you.”, he says, once, twice, three times over. He says it so breathlessly- says it with a shaky voice. The rain picks up, wind blowing it towards you both, and because of it, you can’t tell if the wet rolling down his cheeks are his own tears, or the weather. He kisses you again, pressing you closer, need and yearning swallowing him for a moment. His lips are hungry, breaths heavy against yours. His scent and taste fills your senses. The ice cream parlor still lingers on his tongue, and his soft words add to the sweetness of it. He smells of the rain and the grass he’d had to lay on earlier that day.

Your senses just scream out for more. You want him closer- you want nothing in the way, but such a greedy desire can’t be fed here, or so soon. Even when the heat of the moment simmers down a bit, you’re both still nose to nose. You pant along with him, eyes half-lidded as you gaze up at him. His eyes seem brighter, in  a way you’d never seen before.

Want. Need, Love.

You swallow, parting your lips to speak, “.. I dropped the map.”

He raises a brow, and laughs a little, “Thats what you have to say now?”

You smile in return, “I’ve already said everything I needed to.”

“Mhm, but what if I didn’t hear everything I needed to?”

“You have a liftetime of opportunities to.”

Kiro smiles widely at that. He pulls you into a hug, burying his face into your neck, “Yeah. We do.”

You hug him tightly, not caring that the map continued to get wet on the ground. Ink running into the concrete, smudging.

There, in the rain, under signs of a dingy street corner store, he heard you. He held you and got to feel the love radiating from you in the tight embrace of a long over due hug. You’d have a little head cold in the morning, and he’d be whisked away for a two day shoot in a far away city, but he’d be back. Now he really wouldn’t go anywhere without you near. There was no reason to be separated and he made that known.

He’d heard your mother tongue, and you’d heard his..

“Aɴᴅ, ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʙᴀᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs, ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ..”

[night-chant]

MLQC Scenario - Miss. Love: King’s Choice (Role Swap AU)

Wait no hear me outt

Featuring: MLQC Guys + reader

Synopsis: There’s this new otome game but there’s no way he’d have any interest in these sort of things. That is until he saw a certain pixelated character through the screen . . .

Warning: None---enjoy the madness loool

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Victor:

stage 1: denial

When Victor first heard of Miss. Love: King’s Choice, he was really put off by it---the title sounds ridiculous, the game mechanics doesn’t seem entertaining cuz really, why would he get excited over virtual cards?

stage 2: curiosity

Apparently the game is really successful, proven through the engagement on social media posts and promotions about the game online. 

The algorithm would constantly feature you---front and center with your beaming smile as you sat on a floral swing adorned in roses. It was your most iconic SSR . . .

aHEm forget his phone, he would still hear passerby talked about it---he would never admit how much his attention sharpened at the sound of your name whenever they talked about you, your elegance and courage found within your dates and chapters.

Eventually, he would download MLKC as a joke, ready to nitpick everything about it, internally promising himself to uninstall if---I mean WHEN it gets boring.

Although he complains about aspects of it, he never really did???

stage 3: embarrassment

Will hide it from anyone from a two-meter radius.

When Goldman walked nearby, Victor would stare at the calculator app so...stiffly…

stage 4: acceptance

He will get over his embarrassment soon (you bet he would get your top-up cards yesssss)

You know that lead board for every love interest in Momentos for Bond Points? Victor was always ALWAYS at the top for yours.

And so when it was your featured day in Box Office, everyone gotta watch out cuz he will be at the top in Box Office too XD

Lucien:

The toys at the orphanage didn’t appeal to one of the children and she was bored out of her minddd

Lucien tried to offer ideas and the more the little girl reject every one of them, the more crazy his ideas got just to mess with her lolol

Like noo professor sir I don’t want to read that Quantum Physics textbook plz noo XD

He finally managed to make her happy when he offered his phone. He didn’t have any games on it, but she was welcomed to download some as long as he approved of them. (He wasn’t a dad but that didn’t stop him from acting like one lol)

He was expecting like dress up games or UNO but what she chose ... well..

“Are you sure?” Lucien asked as he carefully eyed the preview contents of MLKC. “It seems harmless but unfortunately, I don’t think you’re the target audience.”

The little girl pouted. “But this lady looks like a superrr beautiful princess!! Did you see her hair and dress? Look look!” She swiped to the image of your profile. Robed in a simple yet stunning lavender dress, you held elegance in your posture and innocence in your eyes. 

The little girl poked Lucien’s cheekbone. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Is that a yes?”

He smiled after recovering from his daze. “It seems that the princess has convinced me too.”

They were your firm loyal supporters from then on lol

He was always pushed into dealing with the gacha pulls especially after you came home to him many times aww

Even after visiting the orphanage, Lucien might admit he read all of your unlocked dates on his own lol

Kiro:

He ain’t picky with any kind of games, his phone was full of all sorts of them (he had the dream phone storage space sighh)

He has rpg, shooting, ones where you just raise farm animals ,...webkinz?? So an otome game isn’t a strange exception. 

Although he didn’t really download it for the romance, he instantly gravitated to your charisma to the MC player. Your compassion made his heart swoon and now all he thought about was romancee

And when you sung happy birthday to him on his special day?? His heart almost couldn’t handle your angelic, lovely voice.

Screenshotted your dates all the time ---he demands new content asappp

Kiro consistently voiced his support to you like the biggest stan to anyone who would listen (i am so sorry Savin the car rides to the tour performances will feel much longer now)

Kiro got excited over any event and raved about how gorgeous the art in your karmas are.

His manager sighed as Kiro was nearly bouncing off the walls. “What are you going on about now??”

“Savinsavinsavin look at the new karma I got! Doesn’t Miss. Chips look perfect??”

“Kiro, that is a R karma.”

Offended, Kiro wrapped his arm protectively around his phone as he glared at Savin. “!! ANd I need to frame it on my wall.”

He had all your merch in his room. Your posters, your pins, your figurine, your body pillow--

Lately, his songs was all about one girl and fans had no clue who was his secret girlfriend cuz the only one he ever posts about was a game character??

Gavin:

When it came to media, this guy lived under a rock. The latest movie’s gigantic, bright ad could be flashing in front of his face and a lone smol bird by the streetlight would catch his attention first.

So how on Earth was he gonna find out about the mysterious, subtle mobile game Miss. Love King’s Choice??

Uhhh

He was kinda peer pressured by Minor . . .

Minor: yooo brooo i know a girl who is sooo your type and she is right here!

Gavin: Really? Where? 

The only pedestrians in the streets were an elderly couple.

When he sees you in Minor’s phone screen, he was concerned. He had two thoughts:

1) Minor played dating simulation games?

2) Oh no why does this virtual character look cute?

Cute was an understatement. How you cuddled with big fluffy dogs in your SR or how you were very much embracing the look of your long veil in your wedding SSR.

Gavin acted/tried to convince himself he wasn’t interested in playing MLKC but nevertheless, he would look over when Minor was doing the dailies in order to get a chance to have a glimpse of you.

“C’mon, bro, drop the act and download the game!” Minor said when he caught Gavin low-key eyeing over at his phone. “Do it and I’ll stop tapping on your girl’s forehead.”

Gavin glared. “Stop doing that.”

(but then how was he supposed to read the next dialogue?? Anywhere else would earn Minor sthg way worse than Gavin’s glare QAQ) 

If Minor knew what was good for himself, he gotta make it clear his favourite character was NOT you.

Gavin maaybe did some research about a certain character…

”Huhhh?? I didn’t know she could control flowers and plants???”

”Minor, there were clear hints: lilies grew where she walked at the end of chapter 2.”

Eventually, Gavin ended up playing the game. He enjoyed the moments where his MC player gets to save you in dangerous moments of the story.

He always associated you with cuteness until he read your Valentine SP’s Mind Quest his face is completely red aAH 

He was a bit defensive when people criticize your character though so watch outtt

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This is my second attempt to make you smile lol I hope you enjoy it!!

Masterlist

[little-butterfly-writes]

The Boys Dealing With Your Insecurities - MLQC

A/N - Howdy! I was feeling super insecure so I wrote this during the week. Shaw may be a bit OOC since I don’t know his character very well :’) It does refer to MC as a female. Hope you enjoy!

Victor

Victor is the second to third to notice.

Emotions aren’t too easy for him, but he’s still observant.

A key point is when you stop talking back after he picks apart your reports.

He decided to pay no mind of it unless you came to him or became too depressed.

Victor is alarmed once you breakdown in his office after he basically chewed up your report like a rottweiler.

He feels terrible.

Terrible for not helping sooner, terrible for making you feel that bad.

He will hold you tight to his chest, not caring how your makeup is getting on his suit.

Victor sits on the leather sofa with you as you tell him how stupid you feel.

Over the next couple of days, you’ll find small gifts in your shared house or your office.

Each little present is something a little expensive.

Even the little camel.

He tones down on the teasing and poker face until you feel like yourself again

He makes you comfort puddings once a week if you decide to go on a diet.

You are his dummy. Yet no matter how many times he says that, you are the most precious thing to him.

Lucien

He is the first or second person to notice.

He’s a scientist, he knows all the signs that you’re upset.

Though Lucien knows, he doesn’t want to push you deeper into the insecurities.

The first signs of it was you staring at the mirror with a solemn face

When you go to him after his class, you a female student starts to flirt with him

The look that comes to your eyes sends a pang of guilt to him.

He quickly wards off the girl and brings you into his office.

In there, he makes you fess up. No more waiting and hurt from his beloved butterfly.

He gently probes until you open up to him about your feelings.

A method of his is having you point out your insecurities so he can tell you how much he loves that part.

Another thing he’ll do is go shopping with you if you’re insecure about your wardrobe.

If that isn’t the reason, he’ll find and start healthy diets with you. Lucien will help you stay on track with only a day for junk food.

You are the color of his life. He’ll never let his butterfly feel blue.

Gavin

Gavin is the third to last person to notice.

Due to being away for missions and not all too well at reading emotions, it takes a little longer for him

He first catches you mumbling under your breath about how stupid you think you are while doing a report

When you start skipping meals, Gavin will ask why.

Of course, you don’t tell him the truth. Gavin then starts to suspect something.

Whenever he tries to feed you by hand, you snap at him.

Poor baby thinks it’s him that makes you upset.

It’s when he catches you nitpicking and crying at your reflection that he realizes what’s been happening.

A gentle embrace from him is all you need before telling Gav your insecurities.

Gavin will use an entire stack of post it notes and place them all over your mirror.

Each note has a complement or something he love about you

Gavin will take you to workout with him if you so desire.

He will make sure that you know you’re beautiful every moment.

You are the person who renewed him. He wants you to know how special and amazing you are.

Kiro

He is probably the first or second person to notice this

Kiro knows how judgmental and cruel the world is

Living in the public eye isn’t easy, especially when you’re as popular as him.

You slowly stop eating all of your favorite foods, starting to skip meals like lunch and breakfast. 

He notices that you only eat a small fruit or vegetable when you get hungry.

Kiro catches on that you’re not feeling like the 100/10 that you are

If he catches you crying at your reflection, he is quick to try and cheer you up

It starts off with an embrace from behind and telling you what he loves about your least favorite parts.

This may or may not lead to something more

He will do anything to help you. Go on a diet with you, giving you words of affirmation, CUDDLES!!!

He especially addresses mean comments about you, saying that he can block them and get their accounts personally banned.

You are the sun ray he never expected to feel, he would do everything in his power to never leave that spot.

Shaw

He is fourth or fifth to notice.

He is really bad at recognizing feelings.

Shaw first notices that you stop getting frustrated with him. You just reluctantly agree with him.

He honestly thinks that you’re getting tired of being with him.

It clicks in his head when you watch a really pretty woman give him googly eyes. 

Shaw pulls you by the back of your dress while you walk towards to exit.

Then he makes a big show by kissing you deeply in front of everyone in the Livehouse.

When it’s time to go back on stage, he teasingly points you out and explains how gorgeous you are.

Over the next week or two, Shaw will try to be nicer.

Expect lots of head pats and random gifts on your nightstand.

He’ll try and eat healthier if you want to go on a diet. He’ll try.

Expect and “I love you” once a day, maybe.

Though he knows he’s sometimes an ass to you, you’re what sparked a new change to his life.

[thatfanfictionchick]

MLQC : Kiro x MC : Show Me

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Rating: 18+; Explicit

Summary: Award show shenanigans ensue when you remind Kiro that he’s not the only reckless person around.

Warnings: Dry humping; Public flashing; Unprotected vaginal intercourse; Choking; Forced orgasm; 

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“Kiro, aren’t you done yet? We’re gonna be late!” I sat on the couch in the penthouse where Kiro was staying, admiring the way my heels shimmered in the light before slipping them on my feet.

Kiro was being honored at an award ceremony for his performance on one of our shows. It wasn’t any surprise for him, but for me this was a huge deal. I couldn’t believe that I was going along with him, that I would be at such a flashy event with my company name being honored alongside Kiro the Superstar. The fact that I was secretly dating said superstar was an extra adrenaline fueled bonus.

“Kir-oh!”

He stepped around the corner, fixing the buttons on the sleeve of his suit. Savin had, for whatever reason, decided an all black ensemble would fit the occasion best. The only hint of color otherwise was an intricate design sewed with jewel blue thread on one lapel of the jacket. His usually messy hair was carefully styled and he’d changed his earrings to two matte black studs to match the rest of the outfit. I felt my cheeks burn and stumbled as I stood quickly. He was gorgeous.

He looked up and I recognized at once the look that swept over his face. He hadn’t seen me while I was getting ready. Hadn’t seen the sparkly strapless mermaid dress before with its sweetheart neckline and slit that ran nearly to my hip.

“We’re going to be late.” I said again, breathless, gripping my matching clutch tightly. My heart raced under the look he gave me. 

“So?” The barest raise of his eyebrows. His hands frozen in place even though he had finished with the buttons. I took a step toward him. A moth drawn to his burning flame. It was just one little word but I knew from the low tone exactly what is encompassed. The temptation to stay. To let him peel the fabric from my body. To let him bare me with his confident hands before driving me to pieces beneath him.

The knock on the door startled us both and a moment later Savin stepped inside, uttering a surprised but pleased greeting at my presence, Anna at his heels. Anna buzzed with excitement and we squealed our compliments about each other’s outfits as Savin herded us all into the hall.

“-Kiro will come in the first car with me, and-”

“No, she should come with me.” The bare edge of the command sent a shiver down my spine as Kiro inclined his head towards me. “It makes more sense for the producer to be with the star.” Savin started to disagree but Anna stopped him.

“He’s right.” she said. “The photographers will be expecting to get the two of them coming together.” Neither of them had been told about the relationship between Kiro and me, but at times like these I wondered if Anna had figured it out on her own. 

I swallowed hard, the heat from Kiro’s hand at the small of my back as he opened the car door had my face burning all over again. He sat next to me, radiating a sort of scorching intensity, jovially greeting the driver before pressing the button to raise the blackout soundproof partition between the front and back of the car. We pulled away from the building and I trembled as Kiro turned in the seat to face me. I took a deep breath before lifting my face to his. I knew that the look in his eyes would be enough to send me spiraling.

Those big blue eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as his fingers touched my jaw, tracing a line up to my ear before tilting my head, his tongue sliding between my lips to tangle with my own. I thanked my lucky stars that I had chosen to go with a smudge-and-smear proof stain instead of lipstick as his teeth caught my bottom lip, tugging softly. My fingers dug into the seat, scraping at the leather to keep myself from mussing his clothes or ruffling his hair. “You look amazing,” I managed to whisper against his lips. His hands were gliding up my thighs, under my dress, his thumbs digging into the skin as he urged me to open my legs to him.

“That’s my line,” he murmured before hooking the back of my knee and pulling me to straddle his lap. Shoving the fabric of my dress aside he gripped my ass, his arms bracing against my thighs. The thin cotton of my underwear was less than useless at stopping the sensation as he ground my sex against his already stiff cock.

“Kiro, your clothes!” I tried to pull away but he only held me tighter, his lips chasing mine until his tongue had effectively silenced me. 

“Just for a minute.” he urged quietly between feverish kisses. I accepted defeat with a whimper, pressing down over him, the two of us dry humping in the back of the limo like a pair of randy teenagers. The hotel was only a few blocks away from the venue, there wasn’t time for anything more. I desperately wished for some kind of road block, something to offer us even five extra minutes. I wanted so badly to feel his cock stretch me, to sink down on it over and over until he came. The idea of walking down the red carpet and accepting an award on a stage in front of thousands of people, all of it televised, all the while with Kiro’s cum slowly leaking into my underwear had my perverted little heart racing wildly.

But all too quickly we could hear the racket of the media as the limo joined the cue in front of the venue. With a soft disappointed groan Kiro let me go. We didn’t speak as I fished my clutch off the floor and Kiro cracked the windows, the cool air helping disperse the flushed color of his cheeks as he fought the urge to run his fingers through his hair. The tension was crushing; we didn’t need to speak to know that both of us would be on edge until we’d finished what we’d started. It seemed counter productive but not speaking helped us more than attempting to make light of the arousal pulsing through our bodies.

The limo stopped, the door was opened, and Kiro and I stepped out into an explosion of flashing lights. The smiles on our faces betraying nothing of the unbearable want that was plain to us in the way I gripped his arm, the way he covered my hand in the crook of his elbow with his own when I stumbled over a wrinkle in the carpet. The journalists would write about how polite he was as he smiled serenely at me and asked if I was okay, none of them would take note of the protective tone or the possessive glimmer in his lust blown pupils. 

Once whisked through the doors the noise dimmed significantly and almost immediately we were offered crystal flutes of champagne on a silver platter. There was approximately 90 minutes before the ceremony was scheduled to start, plenty of time to mingle. There were actors and dancers and other musical artists, but none of them attracted a crowd like Kiro did. I slipped my hand out of his hold, bidding him good luck with a grin as I allowed the others of his calibre to swarm, crossing the extravagant reception area to talk to two people I recognized as Loveland TV employees, waiting for Anna’s arrival.

We did nothing but share occasional smiles paired with smoldering eyes for the next hour as Kiro was passed around, introduced by Savin to one fellow star after another. Anna left me to talk to a former colleague and I found myself alone, standing next to a long table that glittered with crystal and silver dishes bearing various small morsels. There were several more just like it and this one so far was the least visited. Kiro caught my eye from 10 feet away, I caught the way his tongue peeked out to slide along his lower lip before briefly sinking his teeth into it. My heart sped up and I felt heat flash along my spine and over my cheeks. I leaned forward to grab another glass of champagne and barely managed to stifle the gasp that sucked my breath away. The corner of the table had slipped beneath my dress and right between my thighs, the fabric of my panties catching and dragging deliciously against my clit. I hadn’t realized how wet I was until the drenched fabric was pressed to mold against my body. Stepping back, blushing furiously, I turned as if to survey the artwork hanging on the wall, watching the crowd out of the corner of my eye as I slipped my fingers between my legs through the long slit of my dress. They came out glistening and wet, my underwear soaked, and now that I was acutely aware of it I could feel the way my thighs stuck together, the flesh tacky from my arousal. 

At that moment an usher came to call on everyone to start making their way to their seats and the crowd slowly started to filter into the two large doorways that led to the stage. A wicked thrill shot through me and I quickly opened my clutch, pulling out my phone as I followed the others. Kiro was a little ways ahead of me, talking animatedly to a pair of adult siblings as they waited for the crowd to thin before stepping into the dim hall. I heard the jaunty message tune and he laughed, “better put that on silent!” as he fished his phone out of his pocket.

 I knew the moment he read the words. Saw the way his jaw clenched, heard the crackle of plastic as he accidentally gripped his phone too hard. The siblings were talking to Savin now and Kiro took the smallest step back, his eyes absolutely frigid as they stared at me. I tried not to smile, blinking innocently with the slightest tilt of my head. I knew the five words I sent had him fighting to keep from making a scene.

[My pussy is so wet.]

His eyes darted around, surveying the last of the crowd as we stepped into the hall, he and the others still several feet ahead of me. I saw the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed before he met my gaze again. I felt like a bumbling baby fawn under the hungry gaze of a predator. His tongue dragged along his bottom lip again and he slid his phone in his pocket. His lips curled in a small smirk before slowly mouthing “Show me.”

My breath caught in my lungs. Surely he couldn’t be serious! His eyes were burning in their intensity and as his smirk grew into a full sneer I realized it was a taunt. He didn’t think I’d do it, he just wanted to see me squirm. I looked side to side, lifting my hands as if checking my hair. Other than the few ushers who were busy cleaning up the tables, there was no one else behind me. We were the last of the crowd slowly filtering down to the seats. 

My heart racing, my palms slightly clammy, I couldn’t quite meet his eyes, choosing to look at the bow of his upper lip as I twisted my fingers in the silky fabric of my dress. Bottom lip caught between my teeth I lifted the sweeping fabric, making tactful use of the high slit to expose myself. I prayed fervently that none of the others turned around.

Kiro was thunderstruck, his mouth briefly hanging open as he stared at the dark wet spot on my underwear. I knew he was thinking about how easy his cock would slide inside me. The way the dim lighting flashed off the marks down my thighs had his hands curling into tight fists that he shoved in his pockets, using them to disguise the way his cock thickened and swelled. The look in his eyes was positively feral and I knew if he could he would slam me against the wall where we stood and fuck me until he could barely stand. It wouldn’t be the first time.

He turned away abruptly as I let my dress down, his face switching immediately to a peppy mask. He didn’t look at me again as he made our way down the hall, laughing softly at whatever Savin was saying. There was another hallway that intersected at the very back row of seats as the main hall opened into a wide aisle and he said something quietly to Savin before ducking down it, gone by the time I hurried to peek.

Several minutes later, as I was nearing the front row where our seats were he still hadn’t returned. I started to worry that I had upset him. Maybe I had misread his intentions somehow? Anna was standing at the end of the row of seats with Savin and I realized quickly I’d have to make something up. 

“Anna.” I whispered just loud enough that I figured Savin could catch what I was saying. “You wouldn’t happen to have a...feminine product with you, would you?” 

Based on the way Savin’s cheeks flushed and he turned away, he’d heard.

Anna gasped softly. “Oh honey, no! Not now!”

I grimaced. “The absolute worst timing! You guys go sit, I’m gonna go find a bathroom, I’ll hurry.” I turned and walked quickly back up the aisle, greeting the handful of people I knew before reaching the hall he had gone down. It was slightly darker, and I could hear voices and what sounded like the clatter of dishware the farther I walked. I realized I hadn't been paying attention to the signs and made to turn back, wondering if I had passed the restrooms when someone grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through a side door.

I barely registered the blonde hair, a dull almost-gray in the dark room before his lips were on mine, all teeth and tongue with unrestrained ferocity. It was a wonder I didn't lose a shoe as he pushed me backwards. Something solid stopped me and immediately his hand was dipping under my dress, fingers probing the fabric over my slit with heavy strokes.

"Fuck!" Kiro rarely swore so the word, uttered in a soft growl against my lips, sent another wave of electric arousal shooting through me. His fingers dug deeper, sticky cotton rubbing my clit as he pressed tight circles around it. "Baby you're fucking soaked." He pulled back and I chanced a glance around. We were in a kitchen prep area and I was pressed against a wide island counter. There was an open doorway to the left and the faint sounds of people talking and laughing.

His hands were rapidly undoing his belt and my throat suddenly felt very dry. "Kiro…" His cock came out, swollen and red and leaking and just as suddenly my mouth felt too wet. "Kiro, the - the award show…" Not even I believed the breathy words were a protest as he pulled the crotch of my underwear to the side and I leaned back on the counter, spreading my legs wider as his cock slid between my puffy lips.

"I don't fucking care," Kiro hissed. My cunt throbbed as he filled me with one smooth stroke, the action accompanied by a wet sounding squelch and I bit back the sob in my throat. "The only thing I fucking care about is this." Every thrust was punctuated by obscenely slick, wet noises as he fucked me hard and fast. He grabbed the neckline of my dress and hauled me forward to kiss him and that's when I noticed the trickles of gold bleeding through his eyes. 

So that's how this was going to happen. I shivered, pussy clenching as he bit the plush of my lower lip before his tongue was licking into my mouth, catching my own with broad hungry strokes. I hadn't realized I had pushed him so far but I couldn't say that I wasn't eagerly awaiting the fallout. 

He released me with a low snarl, his hand closing loosely around my neck and I whimpered. The silken skin of his shaft now dragged inside me, stirring my fluttering walls with slow precision. His eyes were luminous pools of liquid gold and I knew I was trembling like mad with anticipation as his forehead softly touched mine. His lips curled in another smirk.

"Can't wait to take you on stage full of my cum." I tried to make a sound but he shushed me, his fingers squeezing tighter around my neck. His other hand smoothed down my waist and held my hip tightly as he bottomed out inside me. "Now be good and keep quiet while you cum on my cock."

My head fell back as my whole body shuddered, my lips parted in a silent scream as waves of pleasure washed over me. The sensation only heightened when he grabbed my hips with bruising force to mercilessly split my clenched walls over and over with his cock as he chased his own orgasm. He filled me with a hoarse groan, coating every inch of my pussy with shallow thrusts. I shakily wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly, feeling the warmth of his breath wash over my neck.

When he pulled out he made sure to fix my underwear, running his hand between my legs one last time. I couldn't help giggling as he fixed his own clothes, squinting at his lap in the dark trying to see if his pants had gotten dirty. "Serves you right!" I teased. But not even I was immune to his pout and after we stepped out into the lit hall I made sure his clothes were stain free. As I went to walk on he grabbed my hand, pulling me back and kissing me softly in the middle of the hall. I squealed and looked around wildly. "Kiro! What if we get caught!?"

He sighed and let me go, his face pinched in anger. "So what if we do?" He waved his hand down the hall, toward the crowded stage. "I'm tired of this, you know? I'm tired of not being able to hold your hand in public. I'm tired of seeing pictures of me with every girl who clings to me at an event speculating whether or not they're my girlfriend. I'm tired of saying 'still single!' during interviews. It's like we're supposed to be ashamed and I'm so tired of it." The malice in his last few words was sharp.

I knew exactly how he felt. When Kiro came back his return to stardom was in a fragile state and it seemed safest to keep the romantic nature of our relationship a secret. I realized that his increased agitation tonight wasn't just because of what happened in the limo. This has been brewing for a while.

"Do you love me?"

"More than anything." I answered without hesitating. He held his hand out, the expectation in his bright blue eyes was clear.

"Then show me."

[ontowanderlust]

.｡.:*☆ How to say I love you Masterlist .｡.:*☆

SYPNOSIS. Eight guys, eight different tactics. Just how on earth do you confess to your beloved?

NOTES. This is inspired by the work of R. Mckinley called 8 ways to say I love you. I've written a similar piece back in the day for another fandom but never got to finish it so I decided to see whether I can finish it if I use different guys for different prompts and well... here we go. Since there's only 8 prompts, I decided to omit Shaw for the time being. Also, despite the use of JP names of the Tears of Themis guys here, ENG names were used in the actual fic.

Drunken Confession || Izumi Kei (Tears of Themis) He did something wrong again, didn't he? Right, time to apologize to dear old attorney... in a way he knows how.

Fleeting Confession || Lucien (MLQC) He swore it was just a cover. A thinly veiled cover to make up for the overwhelming emotions he kept on pushing away.

Grandiose Confession || Sakyo Shizuma (Tears of Themis) He just want a date. That's all. So how did this become a proposal?

Whispered Confession || Kiro (MLQC) In the comfort of her room, he dare speak these thoughts out loud.

Retracted Confession || Minase Natsuhiko (Tears of Themis) He can't let her know. Not now, not when he doesn't have the courage to.

Hidden Confession || Gavin (MLQC) Letters are meant to be hidden away, right? No one would dare look at a trash can anyway.

Subtle Confession || Moritsuki Rei (Tears of Themis) He's not ready to face his feelings for her and yet, he just seems to can't stay away from her... especially when he almost lost her.

Amorous Confession || Victor (MLQC) He just needs to say it. No decorations, no preamble- just with his feelings- deep and sincere. From the bottom of his heart.

[emilyplaysotome]

Queen’s Choice: Part 4

This is the fourth chapter to a multi-part smutty fic with the MLQC boys. 

Catch up:

 part 1 part 2 part 3

I don’t feel nervous until I’m in the elevator, on my way up to see him. 

You’d think I’d be used to seeing Victor by now, and even more used to him giving me grief about my presentations but I’m never prepared enough when it comes to him. 

I realize it’s because I owe him in more ways than I feel comfortable admitting. 

I owe him for helping my company and for saving me. 

Again and again and again. 

I know that they all care about me, but Victor has this uncanny ability to appear and whisk me out of harm’s way. I shudder when I think about what might have come to pass had it not been for him. 

Goldman is the one who breaks me away from my thoughts and I make small talk with him as he leads me to Victor’s office. I’m dressed slightly different, with a tight pencil skirt that’s flirting with being a bit too skimpy for me and a conservative blouse so it looks like a mistake. 

I’m not wearing underwear and I can feel my heart racing as I interact with a man outside of my target, worried that he can tell and I’ve accidentally exposed myself.

That doesn’t seem to be the case though, thanks to my blazer that covers my chest and I take a deep breath as I enter Victor’s office, the door shutting behind me. 

He looks even more handsome than I remember and I remind myself that my intention for today is to tease, not necessarily seduce - though I’m open to the latter. His eyes are glued to his computer screen, and he doesn’t so much as glance up in my direction as I take off my blazer and sit in front of him. 

The fabric of my blouse rubbing against me combined with the chill of the offices has made my nipples erect, and I resist the urge to cover up, instead arching my back to give the illusion of a fuller bosom despite barely filling out an A cup. 

When he does finally look at me I see a flash of irritation in his face before he says, “Your presentation was filled with errors.”

“What!? Really?”

I’m genuinely shocked because I spent so much time checking and rechecking my work and without thinking I run beside him, behind the desk and bend over to see the computer screen. As a result I can feel my skirt riding up and I wonder if I’m as exposed as I think I am. 

Victor doesn’t seem to notice this though, exasperated he walks me through what I need to do better and I end up forgetting about teasing him and take notes diligently. It’s because of this that when he finally asks, “Are you trying something funny with me?” I don’t understand what he’s talking about at first. 

“What?”

“You really are a dummy, you know that?”

With that he pulls at the back of my pencil skirt, his fingers accidentally brushing against the top of my thighs. I blush uncontrollably and nervously scuttle back to my chair. 

“I didn’t want panty lines,” I whisper so softly it’s barely audible but he hears me and sighs again. 

“I’m driving you home and you’re changing so no one else sees you like this.”

“Is it that bad? You don’t...like it?”

It’s then that he pauses and with an eyebrow raised asks, “Is this for me?”

“Maybe.”

He grins now and I’m worried about what will come next. 

“Have you dumped those other 3 and come here to confess?”

“What other -“

“Let’s not act like I don’t know and you don’t know. Call me when you’re done with them and then I’ll fuck you silly right on my desk if you want.” 

He goes back to work and I’m stunned by his the straightforwardness of his response. 

“I...”

“Was there something else?”

He’s smirking when he looks at me and I can’t help but feel like he’s enjoying playing with me like this. 

“I want to negotiate.”

I can tell that this intrigues him. He puts down his pen and sits back in his chair, crossing his legs and waiting for more information. 

“I agree to stop seeing one of them and we see what we are like together.”

He laughs and my face instantly feels hot. 

“Why is that funny? Aren’t you curious too?” I say a little too loud and with an indignant expression I can’t help but have. 

“Dummy.”

He leans forward in his chair, putting his weight on his elbows as his closes the distance despite his grand mahogany desk between us. 

“I’m not curious because I already know.”

My face burns but I don’t back down. 

“Well I don’t. Offer stands.”

He considers this and with a smirk says,

“Three.”

“That’s basically confessing! I’m not ready!”

“I thought we were negotiating? I have the upper hand you know....”

“Two! And that’s my final offer.”

“I’ll consider it. But for now, let me take you home.”

—

I feel rejected as I sit in the passenger seat and far more disappointed than I expected to feel. 

None of them have denied me, and I can’t stop fantasizing about what it would have felt like to have him capitalize while I was next to him, bending over. I think about how his fingers could have entered me and how exhilarating it would have been to fuck on that grandiose desk of his. 

But it looks like I won’t find out. 

The car pulls up in front of my building and he says, “I’ll be in touch. Cover up in the meantime if this was really for me...”

“Huh?”

He sighs but he doesn’t look exasperated. He looks gentle and tender and loving and he says, “I’m trying to tell you that I love you as you are.”

He drives off before I can reply. 

—

My head is filled with fantasies of Victor beyond the ones in his office after he denies me. I check my phone to see if he has agreed to my terms but I don’t see anything from him. 

I feel frustrated but I also don’t know who I would pick. 

I really don’t want to choose. 

In the days that follow the intensity of the fantasies increase and I find myself alone in bed touching myself to the thoughts of being with him. I get messages from the others but I’ve got tunnel vision. 

I’m a woman obsessed and whose curiosity needs to be satiated. 

I eventually buckle and write him, asking if my terms have been agreed to, all the while not knowing who I’d pick. 

I get no answer. 

—

I’m thinking about what my next move is a week after our encounter in his office. I’m home, wearing a comfy pj set, hair still wet and fresh out of the shower when there’s a knock at my door. I’m honestly wondering if Lucien has returned next door but it’s Victor who I see through the peep hole. 

He’s holding something and looks impatient and I eagerly open the door, forgetting that I’m not exactly in sexy attire. 

“I’ve brought a contract,” he says, breezing by me and heading to kitchen to fix himself a drink before walking over to my couch. He’s clearly come from work, but he’s loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves, indicating that he’s done for the day.

I sit beside him and confused mumble, “a contract?”

There’s a snort and he says, “Our negotiation? Or have you already forgotten?”

“No!” I exclaim, but my heart sinks knowing what’s most likely in here.

When I look over the papers, I’m surprised to discover that there’s no mention of parting ways with anyone. Instead the demands are...far more accommodating to my desires. 

The contract outlines in details how we shall entire an exploratory phase with each other, and will not finish until both parties are satisfied. This period has no deadline other that it will last until both parties are satisfied.

There is one catch. 

With each week that goes by, I have to say goodbye to one suitor. Two weeks, two men total. Three weeks...well, the decision will be made by then even should we not have a label on our relationship. 

Victor smiles as I realize the contract is outlined in a way should I have unlimited men, one would be sacrificed per week. 

He hands me an expensive looking fountain pen and asks, “Do we have a deal?”

I nod, taking the pen from him and signing my name next to where he’s already signed. 

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you,” he says and extends his hand for me to shake it. When I take it, he grabs me and pulls me into him, his other hand wrapping around the back of my head as he kisses me. 

It’s brief because of how we are situated on my couch, and he pulls me onto him so I’m straddling him as he unbuttons my top, before sucking on my breast. His tongue flicks at me while his hand gently pinches the other and I moan helplessly. 

“Is this what you wanted when you appeared in my office in that sheer blouse?” He teases, but I can’t formulate a reply. 

“Well?” He pushes again, not accepting my half moan half whimper as a response. 

“Yes but more.”

“What more? Describe it.”

It’s embarrassing to tell him everything I fantasized but I do and as I do I can feel him getting harder and harder underneath me. I can tell he loves hearing about the nights spent with nothing but myself and thoughts of him and he carries me to my bed, stripping me of my bottoms, and demands I show him what I did those nights. 

I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone before and it’s both nerve-racking and exhilarating. As I start to do it, he strips down in front of me and does the same. 

It’s the first time I’m seeing him like this, not just naked, but animalistic in the way he watches me. I can tell by the way he’s stroking himself that things are escalating for both of us. I don’t want to come because he still hasn’t really touched me, but he demands that I show him exactly what I did and I feel compelled to obey.

I cry out as a wave of pleasure rushes over me and moments later he’s kneeling between my legs on the bed, hovering over me as he finishes on my stomach.

We’re both panting as I hand him a tissue to wipe himself and I’m about to get dressed when he grabs my arm and stops me.

“We’re not done,” he says with a smile.

For a moment I’m surprised, but then excited at the thought that our first night together is only beginning.

Part 5

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[superherokiro]

so "Superstar" by Taylor Swift is perf for Kiro

This is wrong, but I can't help but feel like There ain't nothing more right, babe Misty morning comes again and I can't Help but wish I could see your face I knew from the first note played I'd be breaking all my rules to see you You smile that beautiful smile And all the girls in the front row scream your name

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like "I can't take my eyes off of you" I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl Who's desperately in love with you Give me a photograph to hang on my wall Superstar

Morning loneliness comes around When I'm not dreaming about you When my world wakes up today You'll be in another town And I knew when I saw your face I'd be counting down the ways to see you And you smile that beautiful smile And all the girls in the front row scream your name

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like "I can't take my eyes off of you" I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl Who's desperately in love with you Give me a photograph to hang on my wall Superstar

You played in bars, you play guitar I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are And you'll never see, you sing me to sleep Every night from the radio

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like "I can't take my eyes off of you" I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl Who's desperately in love with you Give me a photograph to hang on my wall Superstar

Sweet, sweet superstar Superstar

[stories2you]

Mother’s Day

**Reposted from: @mayuarts​

So, @myubunziii​  and I decided to write this long fic for mother’s day. Which obviously came out waaaaaaay later than expected. 

Do note, in this AU, Kiro and Youran (MC) are siblings.

Note: mentions of attempts on suicide, illegitimate child, depression, PTSD. 

(A/N) - Actor’s Name (V/A) - Veteran Actress  *I can’t think of any names :’)  ** This has not been proofread, so I apologize for any grammatical and spelling errors. ***Song used: SNSD - Dear Mom.

Kiro was getting his hair styled in the waiting room. Not long after, a knock was heard on his door. His agent opened the door, revealing Gavin and the two teens. The girls smiled happily and rushed to him.

“Good morning, Uncle Chips~!” The sisters greeted. Kiro grinned and greeted them back as he ruffled their hair,

“Good morning, mini Chips!” The girls giggled at that old nickname that their uncle had given them during their childhood. Kiro didn’t waste any more time and shooed his nieces to the stylists waiting for them.

As the girls left, the blond turned to his brother-in-law, “Youran doesn’t know that you’re here, right?” Gavin nodded. He then shrugged, “She rushed out this morning before I finished breakfast.”

Kiro chuckled at those words. It’s to be expected of his twin sister. She was always on the run and rushing everywhere to attend to her duties. Much more after the sisters had enrolled into high school.

~ time skip ~

They only had light make up applied and their hair styled. Their hair was styled similarly, just that Alina only let her hair down whereas her sister had her hair tied up into a braid. Their outfits complemented the occasion and their hidden elegance.

When they went out of the dressing room, they caught the attention of their father and maternal uncle. Kiro’s jaw dropped as he saw how beautiful his nieces are. He smiled warmly as he noticed their natural beauty that they had inherited from their mother.

Gavin, on the other hand, became speechless. Not only their outfit shows their hidden elegance but their maturity as well. He realized how much his dear daughters had grown. 

The sisters blushed at the attention they got from them. Before they could speak, the door suddenly opened, revealing a panting Shaw. After he closed the door, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened, 

“Wow… You’re so beautiful. Just like your mother.” He said with his usual cheeky smile on his face.

 He placed the bag of presents under the dressing table and sat on the couch beside his brother. Gavin could only stare at him, “What happened?” 

Shaw’s smile suddenly became crooked, “She almost spotted me.”

“You idiot…” Gavin sighed. He then stood up and went to where his daughters were standing. He reached out and brushed their bangs gently, “You heard your uncle, you both are so beautiful.”

Alina and Aiyana giggled. Then Gavin pulled out two designed boxes. He opened both of them, revealing a shining golden gingko hairpin. Similar to the ones he presented to them when they were younger. The man pinned the hairpins onto the girls’ hair.

“Dad, did you input another tracker?” Aiyana asked with a cheeky smile on her face.

Gavin smirked and shrugged, “Well, keep it on if you wanna know.”

Just then, Kiki peeked into the waiting room, “Kiro, get ready, we’re starting in five.” Before she left, she waved to the sisters.

Kiro gave a thumbs up to the girls and quickly left to the set, leaving the girls and the Bai brothers. Not long after, Savin turns on the television connecting to the screen. Showing the starting of the talk show. The set was dimly lit, with only a shadowed figure standing at the center.

Suddenly a light shined onto Kiro’s figure. He showed his signature grin and started to perform one of his biggest hits. About five minutes later, he introduced himself,

“Hello everyone! It’s Kiro! It’s been quite a while, isn’t it? As for today, I’m the guest emcee for today’s talk show! Without further ado, let us invite our mother-child guests!”

All three pairs of mother-child celebrities came into the set, waving to the audience with bright smiles on their faces. They all took their places while Kiro stood at the side. Kiro then ushers them to introduce themselves. The first pair introduced themselves,

“Hello everyone, I am (A/N), the only child of veteran actress, (V/A). Thank you for inviting us and let us have a great time together!” The young man smiled and gave a short fanservice which made the fangirls swoon.

His mother smiled and nudged him playfully. Then the second pair introduced themselves as a pair of voice acting duo. The second mother-son said short lines from their recent anime which their roles are mother and son as well.

Lastly, the third pair of mother and daughter introduced themselves. The female rookie idol and the veteran sang a short duet.

After the introduction of the guests, Kiro started the segment of the day, Mother’s Day,

“As you have known, today’s talk is about appreciating our mothers. Are there any stories for the young celebrities to share about your mothers?” Kiro asked to the guests.

The first guest, (A/N), smiled and decided to share bits of his childhood, “My mother never forces anything on me. When I told her that I wanted to become an actor, she straight up sent me to an acting school. One of the downfalls I had was the pressure of memorizing the lines and acting it out. But my mother, she would continue to encourage me and help me fill the spots I missed while acting. That’s why… No matter how hard the roles I was given, I’m willing to act it out the best I can with my mother’s guidance.” The man then turned to look at his mother, he took a box underneath the table, presenting it to her, 

“Mom, I can never thank you enough for brining me into this world. Your love, care and guidance is what brings me here. I love you mom.” The (V/A) smiled and hugged her son tightly in her arms.

Sobs can be heard from the audience. Kiro smiled at the sight and decided to move on to the next guest, “How ‘bout you? Is there anything you would like to share to your fans?”

The male idol smiled sadly, “This may be triggering but I would like to share this anyway. To show how much one’s life really means to your mother. The strong woman who bore her children for 9 months.”

He paused for a moment and took a breath, “I was a suicidal individual. I was always harassed and bullied for being a bastard child. To clarify this, I am not a bastard child. I lost my father at a very young age. People not only call me a child out of wedlock, they also spread false rumors about my mother. When I was scouted, almost all trainees recognized me for being the son of a veteran voice actress. They started bullying me both physically and verbally. 

At one point, I couldn’t handle the pain and resorted to cutting and consume sleeping pills.” He sighed and cooled himself again, “One day, my mother saw all the pills and scars on my arms. She stopped me and showered all her love to me. She even begged me not to take away my own life. After that day, she brought me to a professional psychiatrist and always reminded me that I am loved. That I don’t need to satisfy others but myself.” 

The voice actor looked to the audience with bravery, “In life, there’s ups and downs. There’s no need to satisfy others. One does not need support from others. The main supporter of your life is your beloved ones, including your mother.” He looked towards his mother and took out a bouquet of flowers from the side of his seat, “Mom, I’m sorry. I worried you from my rash decisions. I promise that I’ll be a better son and thank you. Thank you for your endless love.”

The voice actress shed tears and took the bouquet from his hands, “Dear son, love yourself like how you love your fans and I.” 

More sobs and tears were shed. Youran, who had been standing beside Anna, shed tears at the story. She recently had nightmares of her youngest child taking her own life. She had always wanted to comfort her, but Aiyana would only smile and say she was okay. More worries filled in her heart and tears were suddenly released from her eyes. She watched the last guests telling her story of being a sick child,

“I spent most of my childhood in the hospital. I had complications on my heart, making me go through so many procedures. My mother was the sole breadwinner of my family. My father was falsely accused but was sent to the prison. Luckily, he was released from his charges a few days after I was discharged from the hospital. But I can never show my appreciation enough to my mother. She worked extra hard on producing her own songs and performing them on every music shows. She even took the task of producing songs for idol groups.”

 The young rookie took out a box of chocolates and handed it to her mother, “Mom, thank you for your hard work. Thank you for making your fans and I happy. You produce beautiful music and you gave me a chance to live from your music. I would’ve not survived without your love.” 

Her mother took the box of chocolates, and the rookie continued, “That box of chocolates are the ones you’ve always wanted to try. I hope you love it~” 

The soloist opened the box and ate a piece. She felt touched, knowing that the chocolates were not bought but were handmade by her own daughter. She then pulled her young daughter into a tight hug. She then said into her daughter’s ear, “I would trade anything for your life. As long as you are here, I’m happy.”

Kiro had a warm smile on his face as he listened to the stories. But a small part of him felt sad as he recalled the day his dear sister cried for her little one,

“Kiro… What should I do? No matter how much I try to comfort Aiyana, she would only smile and said that she’s okay. But I know she isn’t… Am I a bad mother? Am I always neglecting my children?”

The blond was heartbroken when he heard those words. He even talked to Gavin about this. The cop himself had the same questions in his mind,

“Am I not a good father? Have I gone away for too long?”

He mentally hyped up himself and gave a bright smile, “Now that everyone has shared their stories, let us continue appreciating our mothers and loving ourselves more. Now moving on to the last and surprise segment of the day, let us invite our special guest up on stage! Give a round of applause to our main producer, Youran!!”

The producer’s eyes widened and she tilted her head to the side in confusion. She looked to Anna beside her. The older lady only gave her a smile, “Go on. We’ll handle things here.”

She then takes Youran’s files from her hands. Before Youran could move forward, a familiar large hand was placed on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Gavin smiling down at her, “Come on, Kiro’s waiting.”

He guided her up to the set. The audience and the guests awed at the sight of the couple. Kiro walked to the center and held his hand out to his sister. She took his hand and her husband walked out of the set.

“Kiro… What is this? This isn’t in the production plan!” She whispered to her brother.

Kiro only gave her his trademark smile, “You’ll see~”

He then faced the audience, “Now, now. That’s not the only surprise.” Suddenly the lights dimmed and a familiar song started playing. Kiro bend down slightly to his sister’s height, “Don’t turn around until the song ends.”

He slowly left his sister’s side. When he stood at his usual spot, he spotted Gavin bringing his daughters on the stage and the audience cheered for the girls’ appearance. Youran looked even more confused. But then her confusion faded away when she heard her daughters’ voices;

(Ai) For some reason, today feels difficult and exhausting (Al) For some reason it feels empty today The suddenly ringing phone surprises me I hear your voice, asking me if I ate today (Ai) Those words that annoyed me, feel different today And I remember all the forgotten promises I’ve made

I will become a warm hearted person I will become a person that puts others first I will fulfill the wishes of your love The person I share my dreams with The one who used to comb my hair I think of my mom

Youran could feel her tears weld up again in her eyes. She smiled at the lyrics as all the memories of her daughters replayed in her mind. They’d call for her every five minutes, wanting to come with her to her office, asking her to do their hair and more. She felt her heart tighten when she listened to the next verse.

(Al) Sometimes I hurt you because of my wrong decisions But you quietly watched over me from afar (Ai) Although I’m still a young and clumsy child, I think That now I understand the meaning of your silent prayers (Al) What should I do? My heart is still so small (Ai) If I let go of your hand, I’m not sure if I can make it I don’t think I’m ready yet, I’m scared

The mother could hear her daughters’ voice starting to quiver. She could feel their fear and guilt. How much they still needed her by their side.

I will become a wise daughter (Al: Give me courage) I will be a daughter you can be proud of (Ai: You’ve been there for me) I will fulfill the wishes of your love With all the love that you have shown me I will have a warm heart

She then felt two pairs of arms wrapping around her and her tears finally fell.

I was too shy to express it… Mom, I truly love you…

The sisters released their mother from their embrace. Youran turned around and saw her daughters smiling at her. Alina spoke up before she could, “Mom, I’m sorry for not answering your calls when I’m away for college. I promise to be a better daughter and I’ll do my best to follow your steps to become a good artist and producer!”

Aiyana wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck, “Mom… I’m sorry for keeping my feelings to myself. I’m sorry for making you worry. I promise that I’ll let out my thoughts. Thank you for being there for me.”

Youran smiled with her tears still flowing. She brought her daughters into her embrace, “Thank you for this surprise, my dears. Mom loves you more than anything. I’ll never let go of your hands whenever and wherever you both will be.”

Gavin smiled at the scene right in front of him. He realized how much both he and his wife had come this far of raising these two troublemakers. He himself didn’t know that both Kiro and Shaw had planned this secretly with Minor and the rest behind both of his and Youran’s back.

When Kiro finally wrapped up the show, everyone left the set happily and the girls even get to take pictures with the guests. The two were even offered to collab with the rookie idol. Though the two of them can only smile and just gave the idol a neutral answer.

~ Time skip ~

After the show, the sisters quickly changed into their casual clothes. They went out to the exit of the studio and saw their parents talking. They decided to eavesdrop for a moment,

“Gavin, thank you. You and the girls surprised me more than enough.” Youran smiled as she looked up to her husband.

Gavin wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, “You should thank the girls and your brother for this. I only helped in the sidelines.”

The sisters looked at each other and grinned. They ran and gave a surprise back hug to their parents. “We’re happy to sing more songs for you, mom!” Aiyana smiled happily. Gavin had a playful pout on his face,

“Only for mom? What about dad?”

“We’ll record it for you to listen when you’re away~” Alina giggled. “Of course, we’ll never leave our hero out!”

The family of four had a wonderful ride back home. The girls shared stories of their school life and whatever their uncles are up to whenever they stayed over. The couple smiled and laughed along with them. Meanwhile in Youran’s mind, she couldn’t thank God for this wonderful and blessed day.

At home, they crashed on the couch together. Alina and Aiyana in between their parents. Gavin took out his phone and decided to order some take out. While he was on it, Alina stood up and took the paper bag that she received from Shaw earlier that day. She brought it over and handed it to her mother,

“Mom, open it.”

Youran opened the blue rectangular box. Her brown eyes shined as she saw the customized necklace which had her birthstone locket. She opened the pendant and saw the photo of her and her daughters at one side, the other had a photo of her and Gavin with the girls as an infant.

Alina put on the locket around her mother’s neck. Youran gave her a warm smile and opened up the purple box. Aiyana prepared her newly released novel. She had a tint of red on her cheeks, making her resemble her father. Youran picked up the book and read the summary, it was about a young teen who was struggling with PTSD since her childhood. She had ups and downs. The one who always held her hand, guiding her towards happiness, was her mother.

Youran had a bitter smile, knowing that this was based on their life story. Her smile brightens when she read the summary of the last volume, the girl found her happiness by achieving her dreams. It wasn’t a cliché story.

‘I’ll make this into a drama,’ Youran thought.

She then pulled her daughters into a tight hug, “Thank you dearies, I love it. Aiyana, I’ll read your novel and give you my opinions, okay? I’ll even make this into a drama!”

Aiyana blushed and giggled, “Alright~ It hasn’t been officially released yet… so you got the first batch.” Her mother had a bright smiled and caressed her hair, “I’m honored to be able to read this before others.”

She placed the novel set on the table and shooed her daughters away, “Now go and shower. The food will arrive soon.”

“Okay~!”

After they rushed off, Gavin already had a wrapped gift placed on his lap. Youran tilted her head and pointed at the gift, “And what would that be, dear?”

The officer shrugged and handed the gift to his wife, “See it for yourself.”

She unwrapped the gift and was greeted with the beautiful journal album. She opened the said album and the first page had a handwritten letter by her husband. She almost teared up when she read the words, “Thank you for being the mother of my children.”

The photos inside the album were placed like a timeline. Starting from Alina and Aiyana’s childhood days until their high school graduation. Youran had a nostalgic smile as she flipped through the album. She then placed the album on the table and pulled her husband into her arms.

They stayed like that for a moment. Youran pulled away and kissed him passionately. Her endless love conveyed in the kiss. Gavin pulled her tighter in his arms.

Unbeknownst to them, two mischievous girls had taken a video and a photo of them smooching. Usual sibling things.

 Thank you, mom.

We went overboard with this. I had to edit out some parts and plan a suitable scene. :’) 

I hope you enjoy. Requests are open, and I’ll do my best to post it as soon as possible!

[belovedstill]

Gavin & Kiro from my and they were housemates! series for @beautiful-mystic-mess c: this will at some point go on my ao3

and they were housemates! is a series of mlqc ficlets/oneshots in which MC, Gavin, Kiro, Lucien, and Victor all live together in one house and are in a poly relationship c: aka my baby

"—and then I got this awesome sundae, you should have seen it. Six flavours of ice cream! Six! Salted caramel, chocolate, strawberry—"

Gavin's mind grew at ease the moment he pushed the front door open - Kiro's cheerful voice always filled each nook and cranny of the house, covering the space in sunny warmth. It never failed to shoo his worries away and spill warm affection in his heart to find that the house they shared with the rest of their unlikely bunch wasn't empty most of the time Gavin dropped home to change on his lunch break. Normally, everybody was at work at this time, and the house stood uncharacteristically quiet, but now Kiro was home—not alone, by the way he animatedly talked about his day.

Gavin took his shoes off, carefully listening in.

"—the hardest time deciding on the toppings, they had so many. Like, there were your usual rainbow sprinkles and chocolate stars, and the popping one, but they also had cookie crumbs and candy bar pieces!"

It couldn't be Victor—he'd either hum in reply to Kiro's words or scoff and talk about how unprofessionally the dessert Kiro'd enjoyed must have been prepared.

"These flavours don't compliment each other," Gavin could almost hear him say. "I'll show you what a good sundae tastes like."

Couldn't be MC, either. She'd either have groaned at how delicious it all sounded by now or begged Kiro to take her to the ice cream parlor next time, only to end up in a teasing match.

"—with Savin, he bought some, too, though I think he only came along to keep the fans respectful. Honestly, he doesn't need to do that, everybody is already so nice and considerate, and they always ask before doing anything…"

Maybe Lucien, then…?

But there was no sign of Lucien's presence in the hallway; his shoes and overcoat were missing, and Gavin was pretty sure that Lucien was overlooking an exam at the very time.

That leaves…?

With a soft frown, Gavin followed Kiro's voice to the living room.

The man was sitting on the window seat, thumbs flying over a handheld game, as he chatted with—

"—since lemon sorbet was my last flavour, I asked for some fresh mint. And it—" Kiro paused and looked down, something like horror passing over his face. "Sorry! That's insensitive, forget what I said!'

—with Greenie.

"Are you... talking to my plants?"

Kiro's head snapped at his voice. "Gavin!" It didn't even take a full second for his smile to turn radiant. "I thought it'd help them grow better. They must be pretty lonely when everyone's gone, right?"

Gavin's heart thumped once, then again. Then again, until his chest felt so full his fingers itched—

He threaded them in Kiro's hair and pressed close, moving his lips to his forehead instead of his lips at the very last moment.

Sometimes, being close like this still felt like too much, too soon, too forward, no matter how much everything in Gavin pulled at him to show more affection, to give as good as he was getting—

What if they think I don’t love them? What if they—

Kiro's arms wrapped around his waist then, and stroked big, slow circles over his back. "I love you, too," he said softly, his voice tinged with a sweet smile. "Take your time."

I will, Gavin promised—himself, Kiro, their other partners—and pressed another kiss against the top of Kiro’s head. And when I get there, I'll give everything to you. All of me, to all of you. Just you wait.

[otonymous]

The House on Thorny Cliff (MLQC NSFW): Chapters 5-8 out now! 🐺🌕

It is too close for you to make heads or tails of what it actually is, its proximity such that your eyes couldn’t even focus on the features of its face in front of you. But your wrists were bound in place by something shaped like the fingers of a human hand, though they seemed to be tipped with claws as sharp as any wild animal’s. The body that kept you pinned to the ground with ease possessed a strength that seemed almost superhuman; you could feel the solid planes of pure muscle rippling against your body, the creature grinding harder into your pelvis every time you bucked your hips in an effort to free yourself from its hold.

I wonder who this "creature" could be? 🤔😂 Find out now for yourself in Chapters 5-8 of The House on Thorny Cliff, now available on Pa*t*reon (please see link to page in my pinned post)! 👀💦 Happy reading y'all! 🥰💕

[redqueen-hypothesis]

thaw ➳ helios (mlqc)

➳ PAIRING: reader x helios (mlqc)

➳ WORD COUNT: 2188

➳ GENRE: injured! helios, fluff

➳ SYNOPSIS: helios breaks into and enters your house. you break into his heart in much the same fashion.

➳ REMARKS: i clearly cannot write for helios, spoilers for chapter 17+

A crash from your living room startles you awake.

Still half asleep, brain not quite running at a functional speed yet, you lie stock still in bed with the covers drawn up to your neck, staring up at the ceiling and wondering if you’d simply imagined the noise. A few seconds later, however, there’s a sound of something heavy hitting the floor outside your bedroom, a little muffled but still too loud to be anything imaginary, and goosebumps prickle down the back of your neck as you let out a little ‘eep’ of fear.

What’s happening? Had the wind from the window blown something over? Or had a burglar somehow gotten into your house? You swallow, trembling slightly at the thought as your mind runs wild with scenarios from previous crime programmes that you’ve filmed and all the cold murder cases Gavin has told you about. What if you end up a victim just like one of them?

Heart thudding wildly in your chest, part of you wants to just stay buried under the covers like this, the thick blankets at least providing you with some false sense of security, but the sheer need to know just what is happening in your house refuses to leave your mind like some sort of relentless itch. You slip out from under the covers carefully, reaching under your bed to grab the first heavy object your fingers wrap around before inching towards the bedroom door with caution in every step.

Pausing for a moment, you press your ear against the door. Completely silent.

For some reason, that just makes the trepidation all the more potent for you. Unable to take a second longer of this, your fingers wrap around the doorknob and pull delicately.

The door creaks open, alarmingly loud in the dead silence of the night. Concluding that any advantage of surprise you might have had is now flushed down the drain, you decide to throw all caution to the wind and leap out into the darkness of the living room, raising your item above your head menacingly.

“Hands up, intruder!” You yell, with as much aggression as you can muster.

No one responds.

Confused, you glance about the living room. There doesn’t seem to be anyone inside the apartment with you, and what seems to have made the earlier noise is-

“Oh no!” You yelp, dismayed. The gardenia plant Lucien had given you a few weeks ago is lying on the floor, its flowerpot cracked down the middle. The wind must have blown it over somehow, you reason with yourself as you step towards it. The weather forecast last night had predicted a possible storm with strong winds, so it’s no wonder that-

You pause midstep, a frown forming on your face.

You had closed the windows before going to bed last night precisely because you’d read the weather forecast. So if the windows were closed, how did-

You whirl around in horror, raising the object in your hands once more as realisation hits you, but it’s already too late. An arm snakes around your middle and tugs you hard against a solid chest, while a hand clamps hard around your mouth the second you try to scream for help. Flailing, you drop whatever you’d been carrying and struggle in your assailant’s grasp, and the person behind you lets out a sharp hiss of pain when your elbow strikes their side.

“Stop moving, idiot.”

Your gasp of surprise is muffled against the palm of his hand, you know this voice.

“Don’t scream,” the intruder warns lowly as he releases his grip on you. You spin around to get a look at him the second you can move, and the pale moonlight that lends an almost ethereal gleam to his silver hair confirms his identity for you in an instant.

“Helios!” His name leaves your lips in shock. You have to rub your eyes twice to make sure you’re not really dreaming, and even after you do so, you just can’t seem to find the words to ask him what he’s doing here. “You... What are you... Wha-”

“What were you even planning to do with this...” He grunts, glacial blue eyes glancing down disdainfully at the object of your choice for defense - a heavy binder of past proposals that had been rejected by Victor. In spite of the situation, you find your cheeks flushing.

“I was panicking, okay?”

Before you can find the opportunity to explain yourself, however, Helios lets out a sharp groan and sags to his knees before your eyes; you barely manage to catch him before he hits the ground hard. He’s too heavy for you to hold up in spite of your best efforts, so all you manage to do is slow his collapse to the floor. “Helios? Helios!”

“Shut up... you’re loud...” He waves off your frantic concern with one hand, but even in the dim light of the moon you can make out the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead and neck, his jaw taut and a pained glare on his face. “Just let me lie low here for a couple of hours and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Completely ignoring him, you tug at the white winter parka he usually wears to reveal the tattoo inked onto his right arm, yanking it down so that you can inspect him for injuries. Sure enough, the second you do, you catch sight of crimson staining the inside of his parka, the bloody gashes across his biceps. “You’re bleeding!”

“It’s just a scratch, nothing life threatening-” He tries to brush it off, but you’re already up and running into your kitchen to fetch a first aid kit. Helios groans in resignation as he settles against the wall, shaking his head and holding one hand to the wound at his side. “Shouldn’t have come here.”

“You shouldn’t even have gotten hurt in the first place!” You rush back to his side with a white box clasped firmly in your hands, kneeling next to him and inspecting his wound carefully, hands gentle as they probe at his side. “I can’t clean your wound properly like this... take your shirt off.”

“What.”

Too impatient to wait for him, you grab the hem of his skintight shirt and lift a pair of scissors to the material, snipping away before he can stop you. “Why is it that every time you visit, you’re hurt like this? I thought you were supposed to be some highly skilled assassin...” You mutter under your breath. Helios rolls his eyes at your words, but you can see the pain he’s trying to play off behind that indifferent facade.

“You weren’t meant to know that I was here.” He grunts, but otherwise staying still as you cut his shirt in half. This brings up conflicting emotions in you, on one hand, you’re glad that he at least trusts you enough to take care of his injuries, but you’re also upset that he’s hurt like this. “I was just going to steal your first aid supplies and patch myself up, but that stupid plant on the windowsill got in the way.”

“Don’t talk about Garda like that. Now I’m going to have to repot her... if she isn’t dead.” You scold, pulling the fabric away from his skin. Now that his shirt is off, you try the best you can to ignore the lean, defined muscles of his chest and inspect the injury where most of the blood has come from. A clean cut through skin and flesh at his side, dark red oozing slowly from it. “Oh my god, what happened?”

“None of your business-” He begins, but you uncap your bottle of hydrogen peroxide and pour it liberally on his side before he can stop you. The second the strong disinfectant hits his wound, he lets out a shout of pain, almost curling up on himself. “Ow! Fucking hell, that stings like a bitch, you-”

Your glare is about as terrifying as his. “I said, what happened.”

“... got knifed,” is all he mutters very unwillingly, but you consider that a victory, because he’s speaking to you at the very least. Resolving to be more gentle this time, you soak a cotton pad with disinfectant and proceed to dab carefully at the edges of the wound to clean off the blood and grime, brows furrowed in concentration. “I don’t suppose you’ll tell me how you got knifed in the first place?”

“No.”

You let out a sigh, shaking your head at his stony reply as you reach for the box of butterfly bandages in your first aid kit. Luckily for him, the wound doesn’t seem to be too deep after all that cleaning, and you’re not sure if you’ll do him more damage if you attempt sutures on him. “You break into my house in the middle of the night, scare me out of my wits, break my flowerpot, make me treat you... the least you could do is tell me what happened.”

“I didn’t make you treat me.” His blue eyes bore sharply into yours, a slight scowl tugging at his mouth. “Don’t expect any thanks from me, busybody. Keep your nose out of my problems next time before you get dragged into them as well. I’m not going to save you when that happens.”

“You’re as naggy as an old granny.” You hum, completely ignoring him and leaving a pat on top of his silver hair. Now that the most serious wound at his side is done, you move to cleaning the gashes on his arms, which are similarly bloody but not worryingly deep. “If you want to break into my house again, at least bring some nice food with you. I get hungry when I get woken up in the middle night.”

He glares at you. “Are you even listening to me?”

“And that’s the best I can do!” You say loudly over his words, dusting off your hands as you do a once over of his body. With no more visible wounds in sight, you gently put your hands under his arms to help haul him to his feet, even as he protests with all manner of curses and some very unsavoury remarks, before steering him to lie on the couch. “Now, Helios, we need to set some ground rules. As much as this little relationship we have is very fun and interesting-”

“We are not in any relationship!”

“–it is also very illegal! Breaking and entering is a big no-no, and it’s against the law. So, I have come up with a solution!” You turn around and rummage in a nearby cabinet for a moment, before you pull something out from the drawer and hold it up to light.

Helios squints at it, not quite understanding whatever antic you’re pulling this time. Exhaustion is tugging at his eyelids, his will to leave seeping away along with his wakefulness. Must be the blood loss. Or the comfort of your too small couch. Or maybe... just maybe, the familiar ramble of your voice. Either way, it’s not a good thing, he’d meant to make it back to headquarters before the night was over. “That’s... a key. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Exactly!” You beam brightly, opening up his hand and pressing the key into the middle of his palm. The grooves press into his skin, as if he’s holding the key to unlocking himself instead. It feels uncomfortable in his hand, but his fingers close around it on instinct. “It’s the key to my apartment. Next time, you can enter through the door, and not by less law-abiding means.”

He doesn’t tell you that he could unlock your door in a matter of seconds with the right tools. Instead, he only holds the key up, studying it wordlessly until your smile turns a little awkward. “Well, I mean, you don’t have to.” You tack on hurriedly, reaching to pluck the key from his grasp. To your surprise, however, he pulls the key out of your reach before you can so much as touch it, tucking it in the pocket of his pants.

“Your security is shitty anyway.” He says, before turning over so that you can’t see his face. Pouting a little, you stick out your tongue at him behind his back before you rise to your feet, intending to get him a blanket so that he can spend the night. Just as you’re about to step into your bedroom, however, his words stop you in your tracks.

“What do you want?”

You tilt your head back to look at him in confusion. “What do I want...?”

He glances up at you slightly, silver hair falling into icy blue eyes that seem to have just thawed ever so slightly. “For supper, you dolt.”

“Oh.” You say, and then suddenly you’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt. “Fried chicken.”

“So basic.” He mutters under his breath, but you only smile and throw a blanket over him.

“Goodnight, Helios.”

When you wake up the next morning, he’s already gone.

[night-chant]

MLQC Scenario - I’m Not Who You Think I Am (Body Swap AU)

I...I suppose this is for April Fool’s Day? It doesn’t hurt to be goofy sometimes! I love this trope so much that I kinda got carried away the more I wrote lol

Featuring: MLQC Guys + reader

Synopsis: You wake up in the morning feeling good feeling great at your home meanwhile the guys woke up as completely different yet vaguely familiar Evolvers. They gotta survive the day like this but hopefully you can’t tell anything is off...

Warning: Zero today lol...maybe a nod to S1 CH11 (the iconic confrontation between two male leads) and also Gavin’s Trio Date

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Victor: 

Good news: Victor could be rest-assured that Lucien wasn’t involved in suspicious activity anymore.

Bad news: Victor was forced to live and breathe as the suspicious guy.

Perhaps if I push the fringe aside, I’d look a bit better. Unfortunately, it was stubbornly straight.

Held grudges when students were late for lectures or who only showed up for assessments.

That prof who wouldn’t give the class enough time to copy notes. “Don’t tell me you brought your phone here only for it to serve as a distraction.”

Not bad at working in the laboratory. He measured correctly, he wouldn’t spill anything--it was like a kitchen.

Very pleased when he created sodium chloride. Why did it look very familiar?

Not impressed when you went to him to ask for help on Miracle Finder.

You swore you heard the professor mutter “Dummy” under his breath.

Once he was Victor again, he’d probably help you out enough so you didn’t depend on Lucien.

Lucien:

When Lucien woke up, he reached for his glasses to resume grading his students’ lab reports.

But when he put them on, the printed words did not sharpen. Was it time for a new pair?

Now useless, he removed them and looked up, noticing the unfamiliar bedroom for the first time.

Was that instant noodles on the table? Why was there a blue uniform hanging on the clothing rack? More importantly, where was the Gardenia? (It was his turn to take care of itttt)!!

He looked back down on the papers. His mind was clearer now. They weren’t lab reports. They were records of recent criminal incidents. Evol incidents.

The letters were crystal-clear despite his lack of glasses.

There were calluses on his palms and scars over his limbs.

He scrambled to the hanging uniform, less graceful than he expected. He found an ID badge in the front pocket. There was a photo of a brunette guy with a cold stare. A name labelled below him: Agent B-7.

Lucien was pretty quick at gathering enough information to know what was going on and if he wanted his life to return to normal, he’d have to go with this charade.

First and last time driving Sparky.

“Sir, are you licensed?” Well, yes but no.

You find Gavin to be oddly flirty and less awkward than usual.

He carried his duties as an officer well enough that the staff didn’t notice anything too off. The smiling eyes and gentle voice was somewhat strange though.

Lucien was excellent when it came to interrogations, easing the suspect’s guard down before striking with concrete evidence and earning a confession. He’s very talented at messing with one’s mind . . .

For his first day at STF, he planned to browse through the archives for any leads these agents had against Black Swan. However, as soon as he entered the base, his squad was on standby for today’s anticipated, nearly-suicide mission.

Oh.

He was the only one who survived that mission, meaning that no one lived to tell the tale on how brutal and merciless this version of Agent B-7 was.

Preferred using rifles over pistols.

Kiro:

RIP Goldman.

Sure, a talented hacker like Kiro was pretty good with numbers. For coding, binary, what have you.

But when they were for dividends, ROI, etc . . . to him, they were nothing but a cure for insomnia.

Sweating, Goldman gulped before delivering the heavy updates. “Sir, the stock prices for GGT fell by 1%!”

. . . So???

Other than that, Kiro was enjoying his life as a corporate leader, especially when Savin---I mean Goldman took care of the boring stuff. (Man, deep down he missed his manager.)

Instead of investing, he spent the funds to donate to local Loveland charities, not realizing he was building additional goodwill and reputation for the company.

He was unbelievable at both the stockholders and board of directors meetings.

Sat with his long legs dangling over the arm of the chair. Hey, he could get used to being this tall. Enjoy it while it last!

Although he was unprofessional, there was a certain kind of charisma that drew in the others, intriguing them about LFG’s potential.

The rumours were wayy off. Cold, blunt CEO where?

The god of the human resource department. Very motivating to the staff. Stress-levels collapsed yet the productivity hardly followed suite.

You were stunned seeing Victor gush and praise you for your latest report.

Souvenir was always open every time you took a look. Come on in :))

He didn’t really know much about cooking, so Mr. Mills gently reminded him of key steps. The chef must’ve overworked today to even think properly. Poor man.

At every opportunity, Victor would pull up his phone with his eyes gleaming to hear your opinions. “What do you think about Kiro’s latest music video? Pretty sweet, right?”

“Er, yeah. He hasn’t posted anything on Moments for a few weeks,” you pointed out.

“ . . . Do you miss him?”

When you didn’t meet his eye, he yearned to reach for your hand. “He’ll return soon. Please, just wait for him.”

Gavin:

Should’ve known something was weird when an early bird like him hadn’t gotten up yet.

Before he even opened his eyes, the thirty-year-old guy in a suit already dragged him out of bed and into the bathroom, where a frantic lady started splashing water on his face and brushing his hair.

“I told you it’s at 9 a.m.! Why does everything important go in then out your ears?? Stay with the bodyguards. Do not leave the hotel alone.” The man left, rambling on his phone: “He’ll be out shortly.”

“I don’t need---” Gavin’s breath got caught when an eerily familiar voice left his lips.

Definitely not his and a few octaves higher.

“Stay still,” the lady ordered, grabbing his face while holding a strange, tiny wand. He faintly recalled you using it. A cosmetic tool for “concealer”.  

Gavin turned away, but his reflection made him freeze. You had introduced him to this guy once.

The childish voice again as he tried to speak: “ . . . Kiro?”

Gavin bolted, passing the guards and out the streets. Savin’s blood pressure was off the charts. “KIRO, NOOO!!”

The poor manager barely got Gavin out of the swarms of crazy Sodas/ fans in one piece.

They got to the concert on time. Savin fixed an earpiece on Gavin and handed him a guitar. “Remember the rehearsal!”

What rehearsal??????

After a long, torturous moment of observation, Savin got the backup guitarists/vocalists to play/sing louder to make up for the main lead’s lack of correct, prominent strumming. The lyrics were given straight through the earpiece. Stage fright? From the Kiro??

Hollering, Savin slapped the cup of instant noodles from Gavin’s hand. “Didn’t even try to hide it from me this time, eh?! You’re not talking your way outta the low-carb diet!”

Gavin assumed a manager would just act as, well, a manager. But Savin’s genuine care for Kiro made him wonder if this was what having a proper father was like.

Silently pleading the editors to autotune the heck outta his voice.

Feared to visit you. Would you treat him more than a friend? With more love than if he were his old self?

Tried to fly, even ran to build momentum. Savin patched several bandages across his face after that.

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If I made you smile even a tiny bit, my work here is complete :) ... if not i will declare a rematch one day!!

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[little-butterfly-writes]

Give Me a Child? - Kiro Zhou

Type - Smut with fluff at the end

Warnings - NSFW, vaginal sex, food play, internal cumshot, oral (female recieving), pregnancy fluff

Word count - 2245

A/N - HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRO!! I apologize for being inactive lately! MC’s name is Ash, I felt like giving her the name of the close friend who requested this. Also, a big thank you to @among-starz for proofreading this <3

Your husband, Kiro, is currently on tour. You feel quite lonely whenever he leaves for work, but what can you do? Apple Box gives you a sad face as he sits on your lap. He places his paws on your chests as a plea for attention.

“Do you miss daddy too?”

“Ruff!”, he barks.

“I know, he hates us so much~. He left his wife and puppy home alone~.”

“Daddy missed his little girl very much. He didn’t miss his dog too much, though.”, someone whispers in your ear.

You nearly ascend to the high heavens at the jumpscare Kiro gives you. He moves Apple Box’s paws from you so he can cup your chest instead. You try to keep every bit of your composure as Kiro kneads your breasts over your shirt. Apple Box quickly leaves your lap to greet the sunshine in your living room.

“Alright, alright. I’ll give you some love too.”, He says as he bends down to pet the corgi.

“Did you bring food? It smells like takeout.”

“Not even a greeting for me? I guess Miss Chips doesn’t love me…”, he pouts.

“Oh, Kiro! My dearest husband is back! I missed you so much!....Did you bring food or not?”

“I guess~. I brought some ramen for us. If only I could get a kiss…”

You chuckle as you give him a kiss. Kiro hands you your already fixed bowl and comes to sit with you.

“How did you already put this together without a noise?”

“A superhero never reveals his secrets.”

The two of you snuggle while you eat and watch your favorite shows together. The small lab is sleeping in his bed.  Kiro caresses your body, especially your stomach after you finish eating. The show keeps going, but Kiro is keeping his focus on you. 

“Kiiiirrrrooooooo”, you whine.

“Yes, Ash?”

“Why are you rubbing my stomach so much?”’

“To help aid digestion, of course.”

You accept that answer and continue watching your show. Then kisses fall on the nape of your neck. Kiro’s soft fingers push down the waistband of your pajama shorts. Kisses from silk lips touch down on to your heated cheeks.

“Be quiet, or you’ll wake up Apple Box”, he teases.

“But Kiro, I don’t think-”, he cuts you off by rubbing your clit.

“Sorry, what?”

“I, uhn, I can’t,”, a loud moan slips from your parted lips.

“Ash…”

Slight panting is the only thing you’re listening to. You notice as a digit slips into your heat, then another.

“How would you feel if I asked you to have my children?”

The subject had been brought up during your honeymoon while Kiro did a short livestream. Both of you had decided you’d both wait awhile before the next step together. You brought it up recently, but it never spurred more than a chat. The fingers he slipped in are waiting to move.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Kiro? What about your job?”

“I’m positive, Ash. Besides, it feels like the right moment. Do you want to try now? We don’t have to if you don't want-”

“I’m ready.”, you say with confidence.

“Really!?”, Kiro beams while he moves to finger you.

“Ye, ummm, yeah…”, you sigh out.

Kiro pulls away from your heated arousal, then carries you to your shared room. He drops you on the bed, making you giggle from the bounce. He strips you of your clothes, button after button at a snail's pace. A whine from your lips urges your husband faster. As Kiro finishes, a light bulb lights on top of his head.

“I’ll be back in a minute~”, Kiro says in a singsong voice.

He leaves the room quickly only to return with a jar of honey. You give him a quizzical look. Kiro is wearing the signature cheeky grin, the one he wears when he sneaks snacks behind Savin’s back. You watch him strip quickly as you lay on the bed.

“Let’s try something new tonight”, he smirks.

He slowly crawls on top of you. The memory foam mattress imprinting every curve of your body. You barely notice as the sticky honey is poured onto your abdomen. Kiro draws you in an enchanting kiss as he puts the jar on the nearby nightstand. Kiro breaks away to move further down. The feeling of his warm tongue lapping at your belly feels pretty good.

“Kiro, uhn, stop teasing me!”

“But I have to make sure all the honey is all gone before I stop!”

As he finishes licking the remainder of the honey, the cheeky bastard scoops up more honey and smears it onto your throbbing clit.

“Miss Chips…”, he says before leaving a long lick along your slit.

You tangle your fingers into golden locks. Your toes are already curling into the sheets.

“No matter how many snacks I eat, you’re always my favorite.”, he murmurs in between your legs.

Kiro starts out slowly, teasing licks against your aching cunt. Slowly letting his tongue glide in and out of your hole as he holds your legs up. As a few minutes pass, his pace quickens. Kiro’s muscle is fucking you, sliding in at a fast pace. Your moans turn into pants for air.

“K-kiro....!”, you yell out.

“Be a good girl and cum on my tongue”

You let your orgasm rip through you. Kiro gladly sucks up your leaking essence. Your legs fall limp once he lets go.

“Tired already, baby? I haven’t even fucked you.”, your husband croons.

“Kiro, please, just fuck me already.”, you beg lightly.

“As you wish, my princess”.

Kiro uses your slick folds to lube himself before he enters you slowly. Your jaw drops as his thick cock stretches you out.  A groan of approval comes from Kiro’s throat.

“God, babygirl. I swear you get tighter every time I fuck you.”

“Please, start moving! I want you so badly!”

Kiro starts moving. You can feel each little ridge as he slowly pulls out. He hears a little whine from you, so he thrusts even harder. Kiro lowers himself to rest his forehead on yours.

“I love you so much, Ash.”, he moans out.

You can only moan as a response to his words. You’re drowning in the ocean of pleasure as he starts pounding into you roughly.

“Keep going! Keep going, oh god I’m so close.”

Kiro kisses your lips softly. His left hand moving to twist your nipples as his right hand rubs your clit. Your second orgasm of the night runs through your body. Kiro comes after you, deep breaths coming from his lungs.

“Yeah? You want me to keep pounding you until I spill deep inside you?”

“Please! Give me all your cum! I want your babies!”

“That felt so good,  Ro..”

“I’m not done with you yet, Ash. I have to show how much I missed you.”

Your night is filled with moans and screams of passion. Kiro came in you again, and again. You’re pretty sure you won’t be able to walk a straight line in the morning. 

In the morning following suit, you’re surprised to see Kiro up early for once.

“What are you doing?”, you yawn out.

“I gotta see if Savin can pick up some pregnancy tests. If he can't then I need to put on a disguise then get some myself.”

“Can’t you do that later? I wanna cuddle still.”

“If Savin can get them, then we can cuddle more.”

A minute or two passes by. Kiro sighs after a phone ding.

“Looks like I’m free to cuddle. Come here, Miss Chips!!”

The next time your try is next week. Kiro has been very busy at the studio. It came to the point where you barely saw him at home the past couple of days. Since it was Kiro’s day off today, he had no other plans other than being hilt deep inside you all day. One minute you were cuddling on the couch, the next you were in nothing but your thigh highs. Kiro is already playing with your tits while you grind on his thigh.

“Go on baby, cum on my thigh.”

“But….but I’ll make your jeans, haaah, dirty..”, you stumble out as he pinches your nipples.

“I don’t give a fuck about my jeans. Just let go.”, he murmurs.

You let the tight coil in your stomach snap.  You’re still rolling on the waves of your first orgasm as Kiro lays you on your stomach.

“Lift your ass up”, he commands.

You let out a whimper as you move your legs to the position Kiro wants you in. The soft throw pillow helps your upper body feel comfortable. Kiro digs his fingers into your hips, surely going to leave bruises tomorrow. You wiggle your bare ass against clothed hardness. With the sound of metal being unzipped and unbuckled, your cunt is filled to the brim in one swift thrust. You yelp out in surprise as he pounds into you mercilessly from behind. He bows down over your body to outline the shell of your ear with his tongue. You can feel his hot breath ghost over the nape of your neck. The flutter of your walls earns a groan. You purposefully clench around his thick cock again, earning a hard smack to your ass. A series of moans follows your loud whimper.

“Please! Please Kiro, I want to cum!!” Your body is humming.

“Do you deserve to?”, he mumbles into your ear as he reaches down to stroke your clit. 

“Yes, yes, pleaassse! I want your babies, please, cum inside me!” He thrusts start growing faster and erratically. 

“Come on, Ash. Release yourself all over my cock.”

You feel an eruption of warmth blooms between your legs as you roll on the waves of your second orgasm. Kiro’s cum paints the inside of your pussy in white spurts. He waits a minute before pulling out and turning you on your back. Your husband adjusts the pillow that held your upper body and pulls it down to your lower back.

“Roro, this feels silly..”

“We can’t let anything essential drip out! Just for half an hour, Miss Chips.”

Kiro pouts playfully, so you agree to keep your waist up high. He makes sure that you’re okay and not in any pain. He brings you some cold water out of the fridge.

Of course, you and Kiro have many more nights of passion after, yet those two times were the most memorable. The pleasurable bruises that marked your body, and the chance of  finally creating a little life form made you elated just thinking about it. After around three months of trying, Kiro was forced to leave for a tour yet again.

While he’s gone, you start to notice a dull ache in your head. Somedays, you’d wake up feeling like you’d puke your guts out. Even the smell of your favorite foods could set your sensitive stomach off. And the cravings of things you normally would eat, like chocolate with your chips? Something wasn’t right.

You take a deep breath before entering the bathroom, a box of pregnancy tests in hand. Your eyes light up as you see two lines pop up, no longer seeing that pesky single line. You cried tears of joy. Over the course of the day, you take a couple more tests to confirm that you aren’t going crazy, all of them coming out positive. Since you haven’t seen Kiro in around two weeks, you decide to surprise him with the news the next night when he would be home.

An hour before your husband will be home, you put the one test you saved in a small rectangular box. You tie a pink and blue ribbon loosely to prevent the lid from popping open.

…..

“Miss Chips! Your superhero Kiro is home!”

You nearly trip over your own feet as you rush over to your soulmate, the boxy clenched in your hands.

“Kiro, Kiroo! I have a gift for you~!” Your body vibrates in excitement.

“Alright, alright! Let me see!”, he chuckles.

You hand him the box. He quickly removes the ribbon and opens it. You two stand there in silence as he looks at your test.

“K-Kiro? Are you okay?” You’re met with silence.

“I’m sorry, Kiro….I thought this was what you wanted..”

“I’m going to be a father?” He looks up at you, his eyes watering slightly.

Your frown turns into a smile the minute he embraces you in a bone crushing hug. You wrap your arms around his neck while leaving a small peck on his lips.

“Miss Chips, we’re going to be parents! I’m going to be a dad!”

He picks you up gently and places you on the plush sofa. Kiro kneels in front of you, taking your hands and placing them on his cheeks as he rests his head on your stomach.

“Thank you so much for everything, Ash… I couldn’t even think of a life without my one and only love.”

“I love you too, Kiro”, you say with a wide smile.

That night’s movie night is one you’ll never forget. Kiro whispered words of love that left you ecstatic. He rubbed your tummy while he cuddled you from behind. The happiness in his eyes each time you’d look over at him. Kiro was prepared to be given a cruel life at a young age, yet you turned his future around. He wouldn’t have life any other way.

[jihyuncompass]

I’ll Be Home (To You) For Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you are all having a wonderful holiday (or just a wonderful day for those who don’t celebrate Christmas)

I wrote this fic as a Christmas present for my very beloved friend @sunshinejihyun​. Getting to meet you and becoming your friend has been one of the greatest moments of this challenging year. And I am grateful every single day to have a friend as kind, smart, creative, passionate, and beautiful as you are. As Christmas approached I knew I had to give you something as a gift. So I hope a fic about one of your favorite boys suffices. I hope you enjoy this, and again. I love you Bryn, so much. 

Summary: Kiro has been working more than overtime as of late. Still, he makes sure to spare some time this holidays for his special someone. 

Kiro x MC

Word Count: 2.9k 

Warnings: None

Kiro’s eyes shone brightly on the giant screen. I watched as the promo for his newest music video played over the large display screen at the mall. Shoppers moved around me as I watched him on the giant display screen. A couple other passersby also stopped to watch him, they also looked just as mesmerized as I did. I sighed, a mix of contentment and also sadness. While seeing Kiro’s face on a TV screen was not uncommon, seeing his face in person had become rare as of late. 

A few weeks ago Kiro had been forced to start working more. His manager and producers wanted to release a Christmas album right on Christmas Day, about a week from now. Which meant that he was forced to work. At this point pretty much day and night, I couldn’t even really remember the last time I had seen his face in person. The last time I could recall was about a week ago, and had been just for a few minutes on a lunch break. Trying to make conversation with him over frenzied bites of lunch. 

He texted whenever he could, but it just wasn't the same as seeing him in person. His texts couldn’t quite convery his smile, or his warmth. It tied me over, but not nearly enough. 

As the promo ended I sighed again and kept walking through the mall. I came here in order to try and find the perfect gift for Kiro. A task that was much easier said than done. While I knew he would like anything I got him, I still wanted to get him something good. 

Maybe I could make something for him? I wondered walking around an art store, maybe he would appreciate something from the heart? What would I even make for him? I knew how to knit, maybe I could make him a scarf or a sweater? Would he even like something like that? 

Near the back of the store was a wall full of yarn. There seemed to be colors of all types, different textures and sizes. I was practically overwhelmed with yarn. My eyes scanned over the options. When you thought of Kiro I always thought of softer colors. Warm, like his smile. 

I picked up a warm yellow yarn. It was soft to the touch, and the perfect color for Kiro. I smiled and grabbed the rest of the supplies that I knew I would need. As I took it to the register my fingers were already itching to start knitting. 

Hurrying home I was practically running back to my apartment. I held the bag under my arm to keep it from being hit with the snow that fell from the sky. My nose burned from the cold, my fingers bright red as I walked home to my apartment.

My phone dinged as soon as I shut the front door. I dropped the bag of yarn down on the table and pulled out my phone from my shoulder bag. Kiro’s bright smiling face lit up the screen. I smiled, sitting down in a chair I answered his call. 

“Kiro!” “Miss Chips!” Kiro said. “I managed to sneak a quick break so I wanted to call you!” 

I leaned against the chair, a warm smile on my face. “How’s work going?” 

“It’s going. We’re getting close to being done.” Kiro explained. 

“Do you think you’ll be done before Christmas Eve so we can spend the holiday together?” Kiro was quiet on the other end. I tried not to make any sounds that could show I was a bit disappointed. I knew this was a possibility. There was still a good chance he would have to work. 

“I’m not sure. I’m going to try though! I want to spend Christmas with you.” Kiro said. I bit my lip. 

I looked at my bag of yarn and supplies sitting on the table. “Don’t push yourself Kiro, I don’t want you to hurt yourself!” 

He hummed on the other end. “Don’t worry about me Miss Chips!” From Kiro’s end I heard a few sounds, someone opening a door and talking. “Ah I gotta go, they want me back in the studio.” 

“You should get back in then?” 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t talk longer.” Kiro said apologetically. 

I smiled, a bit sadly. “It’s all good Kiro. Go sing your heart out okay?” 

“I will! Talk to you later!” 

The phone disconnected before I could even say goodbye. I pulled the phone away from my ear. I held back another sigh, my eyes slid over to the bag of yarn again. Well, even if I couldn’t spend the holidays with him, I still wanted to have a gift to give him the next time I saw him, and hopefully, it’ll distract me from thinking too much about Kiro’s neverending work schedule. 

I finished the sweater in the late evening on Christmas Eve. By the time I finished, my fingers were calloused and aching. Still, it was finished and that’s the most important part. I sat at my desk, back hunched as I wrote out a card to go with the gift. 

In my tiny apartment I couldn’t fit an entire Christmas tree. So instead I settled for a small one that sat on my dining table. I wrapped it in twinkle lights and a few ornaments I had in storage. It wasn’t much, but it still managed to make me smile despite that. 

After wrapping the git I set it under the small tree. As I sat back against the chair my eyes started to grow heavy. I’d woken up early to bake cookies and sweets, and finish the sweater. Now, I could feel my energy running out. I rubbed my eyes to stay awake. Not yet. I can’t sleep yet. 

Wandering around the apartment I tried to find things to keep myself awake. I turned on the TV, maybe watching a movie would help? I kept myself on my feet, blinking heavily. 

“Stay awake.” I whispered to myself. “Don’t go to sleep.” 

A sharp knock at the door broke me out of my thoughts. I rubbed my eyes again and looked at the clock. It was already midnight, it must be Kiro right. Who else would drop by here at almost midnight on Christmas Eve?

“Hey!” Kiro grinned when I opened the door. Melting snowflakes clung to the ends of Kiro’s hair. A black guitar bag was strapped to his back. I grinned back and welcomed him inside. 

“You managed to get out?”

He nodded and rubbed his freezing fingers together. “Yeah I managed to convince them to let me out for the night.” He faced me and was lightly bouncing on his heels to warm himself up. I took his hands in mine. His hands were ice cold, I held them tight to try and get him warm again. 

“Just for the night?” 

Kiro quietly sighed, exasperated. “I have to go back early tomorrow morning to finish everything.” Kiro seemed to notice the way my face fell, he frowned too then pulled his lips into a smile and squeezed my hands. “But you have me all night!” 

I cocked my head to the side. “All night huh?” 

Kiro laughed, his face flushing a little red. “I didn’t mean it like that! Unless, I mean if you want-” 

I laughed, grinning at him. “I’m just joking Kiro.” I sighed and met his bright blue eyes. “I’m just so glad I can have time with you. I’ve missed you.” 

“I’ve missed you too.” Kiro said. “But don’t worry, I have no plans for tonight other than being with you! I promise!” I led him further into the apartment and shut the door behind us. Kiro laughed at the small little tree on the dining table. 

I followed behind him. “Hey I don’t have a lot of room here!” Kiro turned back. 

“I didn’t say anything!” Kiro said. We both laughed, as I looked over his face, exhaustion seemed to be radiating off of him. While it wasn’t very obvious, up close I saw the heaviness under his eyes. Still, he looked like he was trying to force himself awake, he kept fidgeting and moving to try and keep himself moving. 

The plate of Christmas cookies on the counter caught my eye. I had completely forgotten that I had left them there. I briefly let go of Kiro’s hand, I picked up the plate of cookies and turned back to Kiro. The moment that he saw the baked goods his face lit up like a child’s. 

“I made these earlier!” You set the plate down on the dining table. Kiro reached to pick 

up some of the cookies. He paused for a second then looked at me. 

“Don’t tell Savin about this.” Kiro said. While his tone was humorous there was still a hint of seriousness there. I slid the plate closer to him. 

“Savin’s not here. He doesn’t have to know a thing.” I winked at him. Kiro’s face broke into an even bigger grin. Kiro grabbed a gingerbread man on the plate, he held it up to bite the head off before you stopped him. “Kiro wait!” 

He stopped, his face fell into a confused expression. “What? Why?” 

I motioned to the cookies. “Look at them.” Kiro looked down at the gingerbread man in his hand. It only took a moment for his face to break into the biggest smile. 

“Woah!” He lifted one of the cookies and held it up to his face. “You made a gingerbread me!” You nodded, Kiro looked between me and the little gingerbread man frosted to look like him. He lowered his arm and kept his eyes on the gingerbread man. “Man I kinda feel bad eating him.” He laughed, after another moment of looking at the Kiro-cookie he grabbed his phone from his back pocket. Making sure to snap a quick photo. 

“Gotta keep the memory of little ginger-Kiro?” 

He nodded. “Of course! He looks just like me after all!” Kiro set his phone down on the table. Taking one more good look at the gingerbread cookie. “I’m sorry little me, but you just look too good.” Kiro held back a chuckle and bit off the head of the cookie. 

“Taste good?” I asked him. 

“They taste perfect.” Kiro said. “Not that I would ever expect less from you.” I rolled my eyes. Kiro took another bite. “But they are really good. I think I might just need to have a couple more.” Kiro’s hand snuck towards the plate again. 

I slid the plate to him again. “I made them for you! So have as many as you’d like.” Kiro picked up two cookies. Keeping one in his hand and giving me the other one. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at him when Kiro and I tapped our cookies together like a toast. 

“Oh, I have a gift for you too!” I sat up straight. We’d moved to the couch by this point. Kiro looked over, half a cookie still sticking out from his lips. 

“A gift?” Kiro said. His words were muffled by the cookie he was still chewing. I nodded as I got off the couch and went back to the dining table. Picking up the wrapped gift from under the small Christmas tree I walked back to the couch. Sliding under the blanket we’d thrown over our laps when we sat down. 

Kiro’s bright blue eyes were glimmering as he took the gift into his hands. I pressed my lips together, both excited and nervous. “Well?” I said poking him. “Go on you can open it!” 

He tore the wrapping paper open, pushing it away from the gift. He pulled out the sweater from the wrapping paper. His eyes were shining when he looked back at me. 

“Did you make this?” Kiro asked. I nodded, he looked back to the sweater, running his fingers over the yarn. 

I watched his face carefully as he stared at it. “What do you think? Do you like it?” 

Kiro stood up from the couch. He took off his jacket and pulled the sweater over his head. He smoothed out the sweater and looked back up at you with a huge smile. “It’s so soft.” He said. “I love it.” He said, Kiro kneeled down on the couch in front of me. He brought me into a tight hug, my face being pressed into the softness of the sweater’s shoulder. 

“I’m glad you liked it.” I said. Kiro pulled away enough to look at my face. 

“Of course I love it!” Kiro looked down at the sweater again and couldn’t get the smile 

off  his face.  “Okay, okay I have a gift for you too.” Kiro sat up straight. 

“Kiro you didn’t have to!” 

He shook his head as he got off the couch again. “I wanted to. Just wait there.” Kiro reached for his guitar case leaning against the wall by the front door. He set the case down on the floor and pulled his acoustic guitar from the case. Kiro sat down on the couch with his legs crossed. “I haven’t had a lot of time to myself while I’ve been working on this new album.” Kiro started. “But I wanted to give you something really special for Christmas, so during breaks and in between recording sessions I’ve been working on this for you.” He adjusted the guitar to sit in just the right spot. 

His fingers strummed the guitar strings. His eyes slipped closed as he played, not even feeling a need to look down at his fingers on the strings. I pulled my legs up to my chest, my head on my knees as I focused entirely on him. 

Kiro sang softer than he normally did for his performances. During those he always sang with high energy, always trying to seek the crowd's attention. Here though, his voice was gentle and warm. While he didn’t sing with the same energy, he sang with just as much passion. As he sang I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. My eyes traced the soft features of his face, the way his fingers moved across the guitar strings. 

Even without his Evol I knew I couldn’t stop watching him, I wanted to take in everything about this, I wanted to commit every second of this to memory, to replay it in my mind over and over after this moment ends. 

I hadn’t realized how breathless I was, or how tears were falling down my cheeks until Kiro played the last chord. His eyes opened slowly, he looked up expectantly wanting to see my expression. 

“What’d you think?” He asked. His face fell when he saw the tears in my eyes. “Miss Chips?” 

I took a couple shaky breaths and sniffled. “Kiro I-” I laughed trying to stop myself from getting even more emotional. “That was amazing. I-” I stopped again. Kiro put the guitar back in the case on the floor. He scooted closer and pulled me into another hug. This one tighter, warmer. 

“This is the most special song I’ve written, it’s just for you too.” Kiro said. When he loosened his grip enough I leaned back to look at his face. 

I kissed him, my hands resting on the side of his neck and his shoulder. Between kisses I whispered a “Thank you” over and over again. Kiro was smiling, his eyes glimmering like stars up close. “You know.” I whispered to him. “Being with you is the best Christmas present I could have ever gotten.” 

Kiro smiled again and laughed gently. “Aw, I’m really the best gift?” 

I nodded and kissed him again. “The very best.” I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. The soft yarn tickling my nose. My eyes were growing heavier and staying shut when I closed them.  “I’m so sorry Kiro, I think I might be all worn out.” 

Kiro hummed. “Let’s get some sleep then. You don’t want to spend Christmas morning sleepy!” I hugged him tighter. 

“But I only have tonight with you, and I don’t want to waste it sleeping.” I complained. 

“We’ll still be together! Don’t stay up on my account okay?” Kiro said. I sighed. 

“I guess you’re right.” I looked up at his face. At the dark lines under his eyes “Besides, 

you look exhausted too. We could both probably use some sleep.”  I said.

This time Kiro rested his head on my shoulder. “I guess I am kinda tired.” 

“You look more than kinda.” I said running fingers through strands of golden hair. “Let’s go to bed Kiro.” 

We stumbled our way to bed, both of us struggling to keep awake now. Kiro curled up under the covers still wearing his handmade sweater. I pulled the covers over us, with half lidded eyes Kiro reached out and took my arm. 

“C’mon, come here.” Kiro whined quietly. I lied down, resting my head on his chest. My arm laying across his stomach. I could hear his heartbeat in my ears, a nice rhythm to make me drowsier. Kiro’s arm around my shoulder and back keeping me close to him. 

“Goodnight Kiro.” I said. Hardly awake now. “I love you.” 

Kiro was also barely awake when he responded. “I love you too Miss Chips.” Kiro took a long tired breath. “Merry Christmas.” 

I managed a smile just before drifting off. “Merry Christmas Kiro.”