Identity V One Shots {𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓞𝓟𝓔𝓝}

Victor x Reader: You've Got Mail

Dear Victor...

The pen paused, and you tapped it against your mouth. It was icy against your lips, cooled from the chilly wind that blew in through your window. Under the evening sky, you stared outside at the courtyard of the manor as you considered your next words. Then, you continued to write under the soft glow of your desk lamp.

Thank you for what you've done for me.

Hesitating, you picked up the letter in your hand to crumple but stopped at the last second to put it back down on your table. The letter wasn't too bad so far, you could work with this. You glanced at the time; it was about an hour before dinner.

With a sigh, you crumpled the paper, tossing it into the trash, watching as it bounces off of the mound of paper balls in the trash can and rolls onto the floor.

Grimacing, you prepared to pick up the paper, but a yawn stopped you before you could stretch your hand out to reach it. The match earlier took a massive toll on your body and you felt exhausted. A small nap couldn't hurt, right?

I'll get it later. You sighed, shutting your window and closing the blinds, opting to slip into bed instead.

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As it turns out, that 'small' nap turned into a huge mistake.

You awoke feeling extremely refreshed and hungry. Your body slightly ached as you rolled out of bed and changed into your casual attire, but you ignored it. Yanking the blinds aside and slamming the windows open, the sun peeked out from the horizon, greeting you with a shy 'good morning.' Despite realizing you've woken at the brink of dawn, you couldn't help but feel like today would be a great day.

Stretching your body outside of the window, you took a deep breath of the crisp morning air, smiling when a small and cool breeze tickled your nose. Moving your gaze down, you spotted someone in red, pacing the manor grounds with a small dog following behind them.

Is that Victor? You peered closer. Yep! Underneath that uniform, you recognized his blonde hair.

"Victor!" You waved. At the call of his name, Victor jumped, scattering the paper letters across the floor. Wick ran around, grabbing at the loose envelopes. You gasped and clapped your hands together. "I'm sorry Victor! Stay there, let me help you."

You ran downstairs, and arrived in time to help him collect the last letter. As you handed the letter to him, he smiled and bowed his head in gratitude.

"Your body must still be sore from yesterday's match right? You contained the hunter for such a long time." His shoulders relaxed and he nodded sadly. Poor Victor.

"How are your legs feeling?" He shook his head.

A smile formed on your face.

"Then... How about I deliver the mail for today?" You gestured towards the papers in his arms, and he tilted his head with a small hum. He raised his eyebrows and fiddled with his fingers.

"I'm sure!" You assured him. "I know the manor very well. I can't get lost, plus I'll be back for breakfast no problem. After all, Demi is making rum n' raisin cookies and there's no way I can miss that!"

Victor eyed you cautiously, but you ushered him back into his room and took the letters from his hand. "Have a good rest!" You called as you sprinted away with them.

You heard a small bark behind you, and watched as Wick ran after you. You paused and allowed the small dog to catch up. "Let's get to working little buddy!"