Hi, I was wondering if you could write something about Victor, something really sweet or something like that. There aren't many stories about him. Thanks.
sweet bite - victor
victor x fem!reader
requested: yes.
warnings: fluff, mild flustered romance, bloodfruit eating, teen-friendly
it’s late afternoon, and the courtyard is bathed in golden light. the other students have mostly gone inside, leaving you with a quiet little corner of seabrook all to yourself. you’re perched on the steps, idly nibbling on a slice of bloodfruit, when a shadow falls across you.
“hey,” victor says, plopping down beside you like it’s the most casual thing in the world. he’s got a basket of bloodfruit in his hands, a little crooked smile on his face. “thought you might want some company… and some fruit.”
you laugh softly. “you’re offering, or is it like a bribe?”
“totally offering,” he says, holding out the basket. “i’m not that desperate… maybe a little.” he bites into a slice, and you notice the faintest flash of fangs—just for a second—before he hides them again. it makes your stomach flutter.
for a while, it’s just easy. you take turns picking slices, brushing hands occasionally, and every time it happens victor goes slightly red and clears his throat, trying to act nonchalant. but you can see it—the little warmth spreading across his cheeks, the way his smile softens when he catches your gaze.
“you know,” he starts after a quiet moment, “i’m… glad i’m here with you. not just because of the fruit.” his voice is low, almost shy, and you feel your heart skip.
you grin, nudging him lightly. “glad you’re here too.”
he laughs softly, that little laugh that somehow makes him look even smaller and gentler. then, hesitating, he reaches over to offer you the last slice. your fingers brush again. this time, neither of you pulls away.
“for teamwork,” he murmurs, voice barely above the breeze.
“teamwork,” you echo, biting into the fruit and tasting the sweet, red juice. victor watches you, fangs peeking just slightly when he takes his own bite. it’s barely noticeable, but you notice.
the time starts to slow down, just like in the movies, and somehow the world feels perfect. no drama, no big vampire battles, just the two of you, laughing, sharing fruit, and feeling a quiet kind of magic.
victor shifts closer, brushing shoulders with you, and suddenly, the simple act of sitting next to him feels like… something more.
he glances at you, soft eyes catching the last light of the day, and you realize he’s not scary, not intimidating—he’s just… victor. sweet, awkward, ridiculously cute victor. and for some reason, your heart feels like it could stay right there, in that quiet courtyard, forever.
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