𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬║︎Identity V x Reader Imagines

✦︎︎║︎𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐆. ❞︎ 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: romantic, fluff
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: female with severe social anxiety

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It was a regular sunny day at Oletus manor. The wind blew softly outside, swaying the garden flowers and leaves in a rhythmic dance. You particularly enjoyed nature and mornings like these. They were safe havens that allowed you to hide away from prying eyes and frightening presences. There were no expectations, nor aching requests from the tranquil plant life.

Placing yourself in front of the bed of purple hydrangeas, you breathe in their sweet florally-candied fragrance. The melodies of songbirds were in tune with the flitting movements of the bees that hovered over the flowers. Several milky butterflies flutter through the breeze, along with your hair. You take out your handkerchief and let out a quiet sneeze from your tickled nose.

            A familiar bark causes you to turn your head and smile as bright as the large golden star in the sky. Wick runs through the grass with her mouth open and tongue slipping out which erupts a giggle from your lips. The bulldog leaps onto your lap and attacks your face with slobbery kisses. You hush her excited barks as you stroke her head. She was truly an energetic puppy at heart despite being full-grown.

            "Wick?" The faint voice of Victor the postman causes you to scramble up onto your feet. You motion your hands in the direction of Wick's owner in hopes she dashes towards him and away from you. She continues to stare at you confused. With a whine, you back away from Wick and scamper towards the other door that leads to the garden. Unfortunately, Wick thinks of this as play and speeds after you, yipping. She jumps and clamps onto the hem of your dress with her tail wagging dramatically. You attempt to pull your gown out of Wick's jaws but trip and fall with a thud.

            Your cheeks burn as red as the roses next to you while you hear Victor's approaching footsteps. Wick wiggles onto your torso and once again covers you in her drool. You hide your face behind your hands and feel like bursting into tears. Your furry friend had sabotaged you.

"Ah... Good morning. Are... you alright..?" A shadow looms over you and with a silent squeak you nod your head as your hands still shield you. You can feel the weight of Wick being lifted off of you due to Victor picking her up in his arms which prompts you to stand. Your eyes stay glued to the earthy ground as you dust off your dress covered in blades of grass. All you could think of was how embarrassed you were and how you wanted to return to your room.

"Umm, wait... you have something in your hair. Pardon me," Victor brings his free hand up to your face and brushes a few hair strands behind your ear and at the same time pulls a small rose petal away from you. The warmth he left behind lingered for a while, causing you to shift your weight from one foot to the other. Victor Grantz was actually the most tolerable human being you have encountered since your arrival at the manor. His voice was honeyed and gentle, and his hands felt like fluffy clouds when he would patch you up or do kind gestures like he just did. The thing you most adored about him was how patient and understanding he was as you both shared the same anxious feelings.

Noticing you searching for a way to communicate with him, Victor takes out a small folded piece of paper and pen from his pocket places them in your hand. Does he carry those around just for a situation like this for you? You crouch by the short stone wall by the roses and scribble down some words in a rush and show it to Victor while averting your gaze, "Thank you. You're very kind."

Victor kneels down next to you and shows you a sunny grin which awakens the butterflies in your stomach, "It's nothing." Oh, but it was everything to you. It seems as though the postman had captured your heart without knowing.

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