heyo:) i saw ur Victor ficlet and i decided to submit one^^
so if it isnt any trouble- would vic + cuddle (comfort) be okay? thank you<33
Cuddle., v.
The house is quiet. Too quiet.
Victor's eyes narrowed suspiciously as he placed his shoes neatly near those pair of shoes she favored to use for work.
Ever since she started living with him, he had started coming home to sounds of ruckus that can be heard even in the garage.
So for him to come home to a silent home means two things: either she pulled an overtime- which is unlikely since she would definitely let him know about her schedule for the entire day or...she's sleeping which is quite early even for his standard.
He won't admit it but a flash of dread and panic rushed through him as he picked up his pace, searching the rooms she frequent in, his emotions flaring when he couldn't find his beloved. He was this short to calling Goldman when he finally found her buried in numerous duvet, curled up in a fetal position on the cold hard floor of the balcony outside of their shared room.
This dummy, he shook his head at the sight, calming himself inwardly before he decided to let her know of his presence. He had half a mind to chide her, to scold her for letting him think of the worst situation, deciding against it as he watched her unmoving figure.
Letting out a small sigh, he shrugged off his blazer and loosened his tie as he walked over to where she is, unceremoniously sitting on the floor just next to her.
Together, they reveled in the silence between them. If there's anything he is known for-aside from his sharp tongue, it was his patience especially for her and so he waited until he felt her scooting over him, cutting the distance between them, him reaching over when she's just an arm's length from him, gently scooping her over to his lap- not caring if it's a bit uncomfortable nor cold because all he cared about was her and her well-being.
"Do you want to talk about it?" his voice was uncharacteristically soft and gentle- a tone he only used for her and her alone, his arm reflexively wrapping around her, his hand stroking over her duvet covered head.
She let out a small hum, shaking her head as she shifted to a more comfortable position, snuggling her head to his chest while he let out a small hum of his own.
He won't admit it but there are some things she does that leaves him baffled and confused and while he is not used to doing things such as comforting and cuddling especially on a hard floor, if it's for her, he would try.
"Je n'aime que trois choses," he began, knowing how much she adored his voice- much more if he speaks French. "Le Soleil, La Lune, et Toi."
He looked down, watching her as he recited the poem, hoping he could convey what he felt for her, hoping he could give her the comfort she needed.
And when he finally saw her close her eyes, he let out the breath he's holding, pulling her closer as he dropped a small kiss on top of her head.
âJe n'aime que trois choses,â he whispered. âLe Soleil, La Lune et Toi...pour toujours.â
Okay. Iâm definitely okay. So... just a bit of fun fact: the poem Victor was reciting was a poem I did uh...months back. Not to shamelessly promote that poem but see, when I saw your prompt I was like... heeeeey this one could work with the prompt! So I shamelessly used it and well, if anyoneâs French, please let me know if itâs grammatically correct. Iâm still trying to learn French through duolingo so yep. lmao.Â
I hope you like this one! Iâm just uwu-ing the entire time I was writing this.Â
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