VIRSAMIN

Fandom: Mr Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Victor/Reader

Rating: 18+/Explicit/NSFW

Word Count: 5k

Summary: It started out as a mission, as a wicked game–and then things spiralled out of your control. With a past shrouded in darkness and a need to protect him, will you be strong enough to step into the light?

A/N: I’ve been daydreaming about a Black Swan!MC concept for so long and finally found the willpower write something for it. This was was supposed to be a lot cooler and hateful, but I’m not cool and it’s Victor XD MC’s a producer, but that’s more of a cover, or a surface job. 

the title is a quest from DA: Inquisition! I don’t own it, or any of the characters from Mr Love: Queen’s Choice.

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1. “Yeah, yeah. You’re cute. Just stop smiling at me like that.” 

2. “I love you, but please stop whatever it is that you’re doing.” 

3. “You’re so annoying. Oh my God– I love you so much.” 

4. “STOP BEING SO CUTE, IT’S NOT FAIR!”

5. “Listen, I enjoy this hug and all, but can you stop?”

6. “Give me a minute, I’m going to tickle the shit out of you.” 

7. “Hey, stop looking at me like that– I don’t like how cute you look.” 

8. “Please, stop smiling at me like that. I’m not sure what will happen if you keep doing that.” 

9. “I don’t like people, but you’re an exception.” 

10. “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know.” 

11. “I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more– shut up.” 

12. “Is this your way of subtly hinting that you want to hold my hand because it’s quite cute, but I’m not in the mood to hold your hand.” 

13. “You’re talking too much, just shut up and hold me.” 

14. “Ew. Get away from me. No– not you. You stay.” 

Here are some things that your characters could argue about:

what to have for dinner

one of them was late to/forgot about an event

one of them spoiled a book/movie/tv show/etc for the other(s)

which one of them gets the window seat on a plane

whether the toilet paper roll should hang over or under

opposing opinions on a movie/book/tv show/song/etc

one of them ate the other(s)’s leftovers without asking

which tv show/movie to watch

how to pronounce a word that they all say differently

one of them didn’t text/call the other(s) back

opposing political opinions

what to name a new pet

one of them lost to the other(s) in a board game/video game/sport/etc and has accused them of cheating

which member of a band/group is the cutest

one of them is really messy and the other(s) is/are tired of cleaning up after them

what the correct words are to a lyric in a song that neither of them can decipher

whether “the dress” is blue and black or gold and white / whether they hear laurel or yanny / other similar memes

one of them had borrowed something from the other(s) and did not return it

whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza

Fandom: Mr Love Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Hades!Victor/Persephone|Kore!Reader

Rating: 18+/Explicit

Word Count: 10k

Summary: Your ambition takes you down a path few would prefer to take, to the world where the dead go to rest. But in a place where you expect to find only darkness, you’re surprised to find so much more.

A/N: Better late than never? Happy (belated) Birthday, Victor! Ily. This was supposed to be up on his birthday but, well, I had zero motivation to write at the time lmao. Please keep in mind that this is mostly inspired from alternate versions of the Hades/Persephone tale, and not the original. These are pretty much my own versions of them.

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Title: Runaway Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice Character: Victor Genre: angst Warnings: sad Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience  Word Count: 751 words POV: second person Written by: @mythiica​ Request: @stillundecidedusername​ 

Other comments: u want angst okay here u go

“When did you say you needed to be there?” Victor growls as he grips the steering wheel. He looks at you from the corner of his eye, but then quickly returns his attention to the road. The words slip past his teeth and he has to keep himself from grinding his jaws together in anger. 

          “It doesn’t matter. I’m late anyways…” You fold your hands over the layers of white lace and cream tulle. It is a struggle to hold your tears back, but you save face and watch the traffic. 

         The two of you are silent, but then again, you don’t really know what you expected to happen. Your dress slips up a bit when you wriggle on the seat, and you realize your silk-clad heels are stained with muddy water from stepping over the gutter. It makes you snort, but at least the long edge of tour skirt will hide it from guests. 

         “What are you laughing at now?” 

         “My shoes are dirty.” 

         “We’re not stopping to get new ones.” 

         “I didn’t ask.” 

         Victor speeds through a yellow light and makes a sharp left turn. Cars honk and you instinctively reach for the handle above your head to grip it. 

         It starts raining again, and the sky looks how you feel. A swirling mound of grey hiding the pretty blue of a bright future. You lean your head against the window, no longer caring for your makeup or hair. Running through the city to Victor’s office building did enough damage to your foundation that it was a waste to put it on in the first place.

         The next time Victor makes a sudden turn, you slide around a bit and nearly hit your head against the ceiling of the car. 

         He clicks his tongue and slows down to the speed limit so that he can reach over your chest. His arm brushes against your chest, and you hope that his suit is thick enough that it muffles the vibrations of your pounding heart. “You’re not wearing a seatbelt. Do you want to make it there in one piece or multiple?” 

         Victor clicks the metal into its place and returns his hand to the wheel. He obviously wasn’t looking for an answer, and you don’t have it in you to make a joke. I didn’t want to mess up the ruffling. It’s custom, you know.

         You bite the inside of your cheek and see the tower of the chapel in the distance. Dread fills you, but you swallow your guilt and sink down in the leather. 

         “Why didn’t you accept the invitation?” 

         The engine revs angrily, seemingly in response to your question. Victor changes his footing and starts to break slowly for the last turn. “Like I said in my email, I had a meeting.” 

         “But when I came upstairs, you were in your office.” 

         He huffs and runs a hand through his hair. “Idiot,” he mutters under his breath. “They canceled last minute.” 

         You know that Victor is lying. 

         He was always a bad liar. 

         A pearl hangs loose from the stitching at your waist, and you tug at it as a child would. Only now do you realize that you are missing one of your expensive acrylic nails. It must have hooked on something and fallen off. 

         “You still could have come, we have extra seats.” 

         Victor’s expression relaxes, like he wants to say something, but he lets it go. 

         He stops in front of the chapel. “No, I couldn’t have.” 

         The car locks click. 

         “Ye–” 

         “You’re late, so go.” 

         Now the urge to cry returns, even if you know that Victor is right. Taking a handful of your dress, you step out of the car and turn to thank him. Victor rolls down the window and finally meets your gaze. 

         “To be clear, this is the last time I drive you to your wedding, so make sure it… counts.” 

         Brushing a few strands of hair back, you pull a flower free from the nest atop your head. You let it drop onto the passenger seat of his car. “Thank you, Victor.” 

         With that, you turn and march yourself up the steps for the second time. 

         You want him to call for you. 

         When you look over your shoulder, Victor gives you the saddest smile you have ever seen. 

         “Congratulations on your marriage.”