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Simon Riley does not like Valentines day. To him, it's another one of those pointless holidays people use as an excuse for overconsumption and to try and show off how their lives are better than everyone else's. Simon hates the excessive gaudiness of it all and the lame hearts and flowers. Seriously, how much thought does someone put into a wilting bouquet of red roses and some overpriced chocolates in a flimsy heart shaped box - they're at the front of every supermarket throughout basically all of February, everywhere.
Simon Riley hates Valentines day until he meets you. Bumps into you at the local florist, unusually unaware of his surroundings as he stews on the pointless idiocy of another lame holiday. The way you squeal as the three dozen peonies wrapped in brown paper tumble to the floor which you land rather inelegantly beside snaps him from his reverie with a grunt.
"Fuck - shite - M' so sorry love." He stutters out, feeling like all the air has been punched from his chest when he sees your big eyes staring up at him with wild confusion, now crumpled flowers long forgotten as you stare up at the intoxicatingly rich brown eyes of the man before you. Although, man doesn't feel like the right word for him, tall and strong and holding out a hand the size of your head to help you up, your peonies dwarfed by his long fingers as he helps you up.
You vaguely hear yourself mumble something in response, an awkward stutter like a lovesick teenager asking their crush to the movies, met by a strong hand to the top of your bicep, soothing you, asking if you're alright. A concerned eyebrow furrows when you don't respond, just stand there gawking like a fish. He wonders if maybe you hit your head on the way down, and he was too dumbstruck by the flurry of soft silky skin, glossy, sun-struck hair and petals to see.
You look like you've just seen God, and he looks like he's just seen the most beautiful thing said God could ever have crafted.
"Are you okay?" The low timbre of his voice - you don't even know how to react, so dazed and confused and there's butterflies - no, not butterflies, bald eagles and kestrels and ospreys, massive feathery wings beating against your diaphragm and rendering you speechless - butterflies are for normal men. The man before you is too monumental for butterflies.
"Yes! Yes." You squeak in embarrassment like a mouse under a cat's paw, looking defeatedly down at your flowers, brown eyes following your gaze with a sympathetic look.
"Were these for someone?" He seems almost a little flustered by his foolish lack of spatial awareness, which just so happened to strike at the worst time, seeing as now he stands before you, clutching a withering bouquet, failing to save this conversation. Both of you stand like that together, in some strange limbo, like time has stood still in order to force you together, not starting back up again until this conversation goes somewhere.
"Just me." You murmur, voice so pathetically small under the draw of his magnetism. He's probably here to get flowers for his girlfriend, or fiancee even. She'll probably turn up any second, beautiful and charismatic and just as magnetic as the man before you is.
"Let me buy you some more, yeah?" He nods his head back in the direction of the fancier florist in town, the one you'd splurged on in a valentines induced self-pity party.
He buys you three dozen pink peonies, matching paper and ribbons too. He also insists on taking you for a coffee, and buying you some silly pink and white frosted cake in the excuse that your blood sugars probably dropped after the fall and some other fake nonsense like that. You obviously say yes, to the flowers and the coffee and the cake - to the gentle smiles and the crease of his warm brown eyes, his hand on the small of your back. Both of you say yes to giving Valentines day a try.
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Some short simple little V day fluff for y'all
the brain isn't braining at the moment but also wanted to give you all a little Valentines day present because ily
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Hello,May I request Victor fanfiction ? I read the william ff you write it's so nice and also thank you translate event story.Sorry my English so bad.Have a nice day🌹
Thank you so much nonnie! I ended up leaning into silly Victor, so if that's not what you were looking for let me know and I can make something a little more romantic. ^w^
Pairing: Victor x Reader
Genre: Silly Goose / Fluff
“Nonsense, clearly we ought to go this way.” Victor states cheerily, heading down a very thin dirt path that was more likely an animal trail than an actual path.
Shrugging, you decide to follow him as he continued traipsing around these woods that the two of you had been wandering for what felt like hours. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Anytime you accompanied Victor on a mission outside of the city, he had an uncanny tendency to get lost. He would never admit it though.
“Oh dear.”
Lost in thought, you nearly collide with Victor. His arms seemed to be wrestling something and a quick peek around his side allows you to see that his hair has become entangled with the low hanging branch of a nearby tree.
Somehow, his attempts to free himself just result in more hair getting caught up in the tangled mass.
“Victor, may I please help you?” You ask, trying your hardest to stifle the laughter bubbling inside you.
Your lover casts his pale gaze over his shoulder. Meeting your eyes, his cheeks flush to a vibrant pink and he lets out a disgruntled huff.
Taking that as a yes, you begin to untangle your poor stuck lover. Despite how silky and smooth his hair is, it does not seem to want to release its hold on this tree. In the end, the sun had begun its descent when the last strands finally let go.
“I’m terribly sorry. I don’t really know how that happened.” Victor mutters apologizing for what must have been the fifteenth time.
“It’s fine, it’s not like you did it on purpose.” You laugh, smoothing down a few flyaway hairs. Suddenly an idea comes to mind. Without hesitation you pull Victor’s hair back and get to work.
“O-Oh my. What are you doing now?” He sputters at the unexpected yanking of his locks.
“Preventing your hair from getting caught.” You mutter, twisting sections of thick black hair over itself. You pull a small piece of ribbon from your dress and fasten it to his head.
“Voila!” You proclaim, a satisfied grin spreading over your face.
“This feels quite strange.” Victor notes, turning his head this way and that, with no movement following along. You had expertly plaited his hair, tucking it into a tight bun.
“Now we can continue without worrying about you catching any more trees with your mane,” You giggle, patting the back of his head gently.
After a long moment, Victor comes to terms with the fact that his hair is no longer flowing freely and he ambles his way along the path.
Traipsing behind him you feel a slight blush creeping up your face. You had never seen Victor’s slender neck so exposed, it almost felt indecent to be looking at it. Yet somehow you couldn’t seem to avert your gaze as you followed him out of the thick underbrush and into a field, a well-worn dirt path leading away toward the town on the horizon.
“Haha we’ve made it! I told you it was this way!” Victor cheers excitedly, whirling around to face you.
“My, my what has you so flustered darling?” He asks, taking in your further reddening face.
“I… um… nothing….” Your stumbling words clearly have no impact on Victor, who begins to caress your cheek.
“You’re making such a lovely face, dear. I can tell what you’re thinking about.” He purrs, tracing his thumb over your lips before letting his hand drop.
“You’re so proud of me for guiding us out of those woods!” He shouts, startling your brain back to reality. “You must be simply full to burst with praise and commendation for me. You truly are such a sweetheart.”
Bonus content:
Later that week…
Like a dejected puppy, Victor admits that he had “absolutely no idea that trail would lead out of the woods, and therefore any and all praise received regarding genius navigational skills or exceptional sense of direction was rendered null.”
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🌹 , 💛 , 💞 , 💎
🌹 = How would your muse react to romantic gestures, expected or not?
That depends on a few things! Who you are, where you’re making the gesture, and what the gesture is.
Some grand gesture from some random suitor in front of God and everyone? Would not recommend it. She hates having lots of attention on her, and she hates being put on the spot to react a certain way.
Anyone who tries this should be prepared for a good tongue lashing. In front of God and everyone. She prefers to maintain a certain image, and Disney Princess nonsense is not a part of that. She does have a softer side, but in her line of work, that side is rarely made evident.
A small, subtle gesture from someone she knows well and is fond of while alone?? She’ll probably be considerably more receptive to it. The little things that would demonstrate how well a person knows her as opposed to anything flashy, vapid or over the top.
💛 = In what ways does your muse express their love to their partner?
Subtly! Things like wanting to just be around the person, more interested in what they have to say, etc. She may also be more open to giving and receiving touch from someone she loves.
She also tends to tease/insult, but with the tone she uses, you can easily tell it’s an affectionate thing, and she never pushes it far enough to be hurtful or mean. Think affectionately calling someone "dummy" if they do something hare-brained or silly.
💞 = Does your muse believe in soulmates?
Not really! She believes that people can naturally be good fits for each other, but she tends to be disillusioned with the idea of things like fate or soulmates or meant to be’s. It means more for her and whoever she's with to work to make a relationship function, as opposed to them just being ~fated~ or some nonsense. She's very down-to-Earth and practical in that way.
💎 = What kind of gemstone would your muse prefer on their engagement or wedding ring?
It kind of doesn’t matter to her? You might assume the opposite, given that she is in fact, a rich kid, but she’s not too out of touch to believe that the type of ring is more important than the person she’s going to spend her life with. Of course… You know. Make an attempt, but don’t overthink it. Like I said, she's a practical lady. She would be happy with a simple gold wedding band, no gemstone required.
If you HAD to press her, though, she would probably say she has a fondness for garnet or carnelian.
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I have found that you make some funny stuff! I'd like to request for some crack headcanons for Heartslabyul please! Just silly silly things, ya know?
Hello friend! I'm not sure if I can do crack, but I surely can do funny and dumb!!! Hope you have fun reading the following nonsense! 😋❤
Funny and cute Heartslabyul headcanons! ❤🌹
- Riddle might look like a proper young man but under all that strict aloofness, he is Soft Boy. He cries watching nearly anything, even if it’s not particularly sad or emotional. He just... cries. Might be because of emotional constipation.
- Rook lent him a copy of Les Miserables and Riddle cried for a week inside the silent confinement of his bedroom.
- Loves tarts and cakes made with strawberries, literally his favorites. Once Trey asked him if he wanted to learn how to make them, and Riddle politely refused, claiming he had no time to learn yet another skill. Fat lie, Riddle was just not ready to admit he sucks-ass at baking.
- Trey is a smart and hardworking vicehousewarden. People assume he’s nothing but the nerdy, big brother type, but he’s so much more. This man is the smoothest creature on earth, great at flirting and will win you over with a couple of jokes and winks. Also knows how to dance and weightlift.
- Basically, Trey is the perfect husband material in every aspect of it. Ironically, he’s not looking for anyone in the moment. Trey's smoothness is perfectly unintentional.
- Cater, on the other hand, has obscure interests. He’s into browsing through the darkest corners of the internet, and constantly ends up finding some extremely niche stuff. You know when it’s 4 AM and you’re watching a video about glassblowing even though you never cared for glass? Yeah, Cater does that nearly everyday. He loves it, and when you’re least expecting, he will pop up with detailed knowledge concerning giraffes’ reproductional cycle.
- Cater loves the Real Housewives of Twisted Wonderland and is currently watching season 5.
- Deuce is an ocasional Lord of the Rings fan, but a diehard Silmarillion nerd. It’s one of the only things he can show-off knowledge-wise.
- Tried to get Ace into the Silm, but Ace doesn’t want to become a full snotty nerd, thank you very much.
- Ace might seem too laid back, sometimes lazy and uninspired, but when the mood strikes this boy can face even Floyd on the basketball court.
- He started caring for the pink flamingos because Riddle ordered him to, but is now devoted to them. Ace can be seen around Heartslabyul with the flamingos wrapped around his shoulders.
- The flamingo thing got too out of hand when the birds started following him around campus like motherless ducklings.
- Deuce and Ace constantly finish each other’s sandwiches and they hate that. People are starting to notice they share the same brain and that is not good for business.
- The pink flamingos hate Deuce, though. He can only get along with the blue ones.
- Cater made a deal with Azul for free cable TV and had to work at Mostro Lounge for 3 weeks without any payment. Worth it, because that was when the 5th season of the Real Housewives of Twisted Wonderland premiered.
- Riddle thinks Cater's taste in reality television fucking sucks.
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