victor tan oneshots

rare is this love [ ❥ ]

The sweet smell of rosewater bleeds out of the lit candle sitting on the table, and fills each and every corner of the apartment with its wonderful scent.

With the flame glittering in the reflection of the wine glasses set either side of it, the room seems to create its own atmosphere and you're more than a little satisfied with it. Darkend pink wax pools in the bottom of the candle glass and you duck down to blow it out, before turning your attention back to the meal cooking away on the stovetop.

You're mindful of your movements as you tend to the food, not wanting to stain the crisp silk of your shirt. It's a relatively simple outfit - a low-neck white button up, a pair of tight black pants and a pair of heels - but it's one you know Tan loves to see you in, so its simplicity is negated by the effect you know it'll have on him.

Head now filled with thoughts of your boyfriend, your eyes flicker to the clock in anticipation of his arrival home. It's just a little past seven, so all going well his shift will have finished on the hour like it was supposed to. A little part of you longs for how this night was meant to go - by now you'd be strolling arm-in-arm on the promenade, heading for DeLalo's for a dinner you'd been waiting all month for. That dream got tanked just a little over a week ago, though, when Victor caught a bullet to the vest during a raid on the job.

With getting through the day filing papers at headquarters being a push for him in his current state of recovery, dragging him out for a night on the town was just about the last thing you were going to do. That's how you'd found yourself fixing up this more low-key date night for the two of you and, while it wouldn't have been your first choice, you were becoming pretty satisfied with how it was turning out.

It's not long before there's a sound of keys turning in the front door lock, and Tan trudges in through the door.

"Baby, you there?" Victor calls out for you, dropping his bag by the couch with a soft thud and gingerly shrugging off his long coat.

"Kitchen!" You shout back, as you begin scrambling to make yourself look semi-presentable before he comes in. As you're in the hurried process of smoothing your hair back and tucking in the hem of your shirt, you can hear his fatigued footfalls in the doorway of the kitchen only for them to be followed by a deep sigh of relief.

"God, that smells so good." He's got a huge smile on his face as you turn to greet him, and his eyes widen appreciably once he takes you in. "And you look even better."

"You're one to talk." You tell him with a smile. He meets you halfway for a kiss, leaning in with one hand kept secretively behind his back that has curiosity unfurling in your mind even away you draw away and beam up at him. "I'm so happy you're home."

"I'm sorry I'm late." He apologises, that chaste hint of a smile on his face growing to take over his features as he takes his hand out from behind his back to reveal the bouquet of flowers he's holding. "Took a little detour so I could pick these up."

It's a gorgeous bouquet, wrapped in thick brown paper and tied with twine. A dozen roses spill from the top, coloured in rich scarlet and blush pink with lush green stems. They're nothing short of gorgeous and it shows on your face how happy they make you.

"Oh, Vic." You praise, taking them from him as a smile of your own spreads across your face. "They're so gorgeous, thank you."

Any remnants of anxiety dissipate from his tensed shoulders as your reaction assures him he did good, and he looks relieved as he leans in to kiss your forehead. You give him a reassuring smile before you move away to fetch a vase from the cupboards to get the flowers situated.

"Thought it was the least I could do." He says, looking a small bit sheepish as he leans against the counter for balance. Rubbing the back of his neck, he avoids your eyes as you twist the tap on and start to fill the vase for the flowers. "After I threw that wrench in our plans."

"Stop", you scold him gently. Setting the flowers down into the vase, you wipe your hands down before going back to him, and draping your arms loosely around his waist as you fix him with a soft but stern look. "You know there was nothing you could do about it. Besides, I like it like this. Just the two of us."

He looks unconvinced, but acquiesces under the weight of your expression. He softens up and allows himself a small smile, that only grows once you begin to return it.

"I do too. I think." He tells you, hands drifting to your arms where he holds you gently against him. The smile on his face is a cautious one, despite his teasing tone of voice, but he softens up as he starts to idly trace circles into your biceps with the pads of his thumbs. "I love you. So much."

"I love you more." The words come to you quickly, with a practised ease that makes it feel more like muscle memory rather than just a response. It brings a blush to Tan's cheeks and you feel your heart swell just that little bit bigger in your chest as you lean in to meet him for a sweet kiss.