DISCLAIMER: FEM! Reader, wlw, so clingy, all sfw!!
CHARACTERS: Laughing Jill, Clockwork, Kate the Chaser, Rouge, Nurse Ann, Jane the Killer, Nina the Killer, Zero.
If I never see you again, I will carry you with me,
Inside, outside, in my fingertips,
And at the very core of who I am,
(Doing all this while listening to Can’t Take My Eyes off You 🥹🥹)
She would be the happiest of them all.
Her life goes from a spectrum of grises to bright pink all because of you. She definitely connects love with all the happiness that was stolen from her.
Every memory she has of love is based on old carnivals or ancient stories, so she would most likely take you to some ultra-decorated place (probably with a Victorian style) to watch a horror show with her, or something like that.
You’d probably wake up to breakfast already waiting for you. Don’t expect a grand buffet—just a few sweet treats, accompanied by a tiny heart-shaped card with a little gift inside.
At some point during the day, she would surprise you with something made entirely by hand: a plushie she stitched herself or a box overflowing with all your favorite candies.
By the end of the day, when you thank her for everything she’s done and a smile lights up your face, every bit of effort will feel completely worth it to her. Before you came into her life, she might not have even known what Valentine’s Day was, so this would be her very first time trying to express her love after keeping it hidden for so long.
I feel like she’d be the most nostalgic one.
Valentine’s Day was always a holiday that challenged Natalie’s biggest obsession: time. She doesn't like remembering these dates because they prove how unalterable time is, even though it's the very thing that destroys us most.
Or at least, she didn't use to like it.
The reality is that with you, she discovered a new pleasure in living in the present, and even in wanting to freeze time, when before, it was the one thing she wanted to destroy and manipulate most.
Since her character is basically built around an obsession with time, every single millisecond counts for her. What do I mean by this? She would spend days planning what to do, how to do it, when to do it, what the perfect hour would be for this or that, etc. It would be something like: "Okay, so at 1 p.m. I get to her house, we grab a bite, take a nap, wake up at 3:15 p.m., wait for the sun to cool down around 4 p.m., go out for a walk at 4:10 p.m. so she can get ready..." heh.
As you already know, you are the cure to the constant ticking in her head.
What I meant by her being the most nostalgic is that she gives off such strong vibes of someone who would take you to very melancholy, quiet places. Probably an abandoned train station or the spot in the forest where the sky is clearest.
You would be the one doing the talking, while she would probably be leaning against a tree. The moment you go quiet to admire the scenery around you, she would take the opportunity to look at you out of the corner of her eye, completely ignoring everything else—no matter how beautiful it is.
Her gift to you would probably be a bracelet she made herself, or a watch-bracelet that would match your vibe perfectly. Or she might even have stolen something from you that you used to complain was broken, and she fixed it—maybe even perfected it.
You’d get what you want. If you wanna ice cream, she’ll give you one (even if it’s stolen, you must accept it), do you wanna flowers? She’ll give your favorites.
Due to the isolation and chaos caused by the forest, Kate wouldn't have had any track of the human calendar. The concept of Valentine's Day felt hazy to her, like vague memories of who she was before becoming a proxy. Even so, she found herself yearning for that big day, and naturally, she would seek you out, since her need to love you is far greater than her paranoia and mental disconnection.
She definitely forgot the date.
But when she was finally with you, you'd see her super erratic and restless for having forgotten it. Then, she would switch to being extremely cuddly and clingy: she wouldn't let go of your hand for anything in the world, having no concept of your personal space. While you admire the night constellations, she would just stare intently at you, her eyes reflecting the surreal devotion she has for you.
She would without a doubt take you to an old cabin—I imagine a super ancient one that still has furniture in bad shape, but that she tried to clean up so you wouldn't find it too gross.
I feel like she would bring you a wildflower bouquet full of forest flowers, such as germander, purple cress, and Canada anemone. She would also carve something you like inside an agate: your favorite flower, your favorite animal, or simply a heart.
Most likely, when it was time to go back home, she wouldn't have wanted to. You would tell her, “Kate, it's late, I'm sleepy,” or “Kate, you're all dirty, you can't sleep in my bed like that,” and she would have stripped off whatever clothes were necessary just to be able to stay with you.
When you finally fall asleep, even though she’s the big spoon, she would wrap her arms around you as if she could build a wall between you and the outside world, her face hidden in your hair, breathing in the scent that brings her so much comfort. Your legs would be intertwined, and you could see that while she sleeps, she sometimes has little muscle spasms or makes faint guttural sounds.
For her, Valentine's Day is not just about celebrating idyllic love, but also the peace you bring her.
Before becoming a proxy, let's remember she was engaged. She definitely still remembers more or less how Valentine's Day worked and would want to relive it with you, even if it comes off a bit clumsy now. Because she realized that she no longer has the resources to celebrate it like a human.
But since love for her is synonymous with protecting, she would make sure that for these 24 hours, nobody can touch a single hair on your head—unless it's her.
She would take you to an elevated, forgotten piece of land—like the roof of an abandoned factory in the middle of the forest—so you can admire the night together. She would look for any tiny excuse to hold you tightly by the waist, under the guise of making sure you don't fall.
Once at the top, she would give you her jacket so you don't get cold. You would sit between her legs, and she would wrap her arms around you so you can feel her warmth.
She would gift you something very practical, in fact. I know for a fact that you are one of those typical girls who say "the cold is just mental" as an excuse to go everywhere in a miniskirt. And since Heather knows this too, she would give you a leather jacket, but a very, very nice one. If it happens to have bloodstains on it, don't question her methods for getting what she wants.
Inside the jacket, there would be a little note with an intense phrase she thought of after getting the jacket that screams your name. Since she was way too embarrassed to tell you face-to-face—because she would say it with the most neutral face in the world—she decided to write it down. It would say something like:
“I love you just the way you are, with all the good you cannot see,
And all the bad you claim to have, you’re still the only one for me.”
She would put in the effort to turn a medical office into a romantic place to have dinner. Even though you'd actually end up eating in office chairs, using the desk as a table. There would be wine, champagne, and homemade pasta made by her with an exquisite red sauce.
She would be very calm and serene, though she might let slip some dark humor joke that she'd quickly try to correct. Other than that, she would make sure to pamper you and ensure you are completely comfortable.
Because she’s marked by clinical coldness, a resentment toward romance, and pain, you would see her making an exhausting effort to be in the absolute best mood now. She would take care of you by giving you massages, though with the oil and candles, you'd end up playing other games.
She would give you a perfect bouquet of roses, a super gothic cameo, along with a somewhat macabre poem, but you know that for her, it reflects her purest love:
“Under the pale moon's fading light, my shadow seeks yours in the night.
I do not fear the end of breath, for in my heart you conquer death.
If this whole world should fall apart, I'll love you from its ruined core,
And if forever truly reigns, our bed of shadows lasts evermore.”
Jane experiences Valentine's Day with a fairly mature emotional clarity, but with a genuine fear that her appearance and past might disgust or scare you. Valentine's Day is the only day where she makes an effort to leave her resentment behind and focus solely on the love she has for you.
She would be so polite and respectful, but you would notice her being a bit tense with physical contact because she wouldn't know exactly what you think about the texture of her scars.
But as soon as you want to hug her and kiss her without her mask, she will completely melt inside. When you show her that you want to hold her hand even with all of her scars, you will see her transform and gain more confidence with you.
I feel like a bit like Nurse Ann, Jane improvised a dinner in some abandoned house. She pulled out your chair so you could sit down and, while you both waited for the food to cool down a bit, she gave you a small heart-shaped cardboard box: inside, it contained your favorite perfume along with a love letter.
Afterward, you both went outside to look at the stars together. I can picture her looking for asterisms with you and laughing when you can't see the original shape.
Jane walked you all the way back to your house, left you at the front door, and sealed everything with a sweet kiss. The next day, you found a box of chocolates on your desk with the phrase: "It doesn't need to be Valentine's Day to show you how much I love you. I miss you always."
Valentine's Day is her favorite holiday, for me it is 100% canon.
She experiences Valentine's Day with an overflowing sense of excitement, happiness, and romance. She would make sure everything is perfect from minute one.
Even though she is a killer now, she must still have 2000s magazines about rom-coms or celebrity gossip. She must still have cassettes of her favorite singers and, with that, she still lives out the expectations of love that pop music brings. I can picture her holding onto all those teenage dreams of a passionate young love, which she simply projected when she became obsessed with Jeff, but that intensified once she recognized her feelings for you.
With all of this, Valentine's Day for her is the perfect excuse to shower you with love: playing playful and innocent inside jokes, giving you over-the-top gifts, being extremely cheesy, but at the same time expecting the exact same from you. She isn't foolish either; she would get very upset if you didn't match the energy and return everything she does for you in kind.
Most likely, you would start your day and already have some little token from her, like a romantic riddle: “What belongs to me, but only you can have?”
You would go downstairs and breakfast would be ready, but curiously, she would be nowhere to be found. At this point, a game would begin where, based on riddles, you have to get closer to different spots until you find her.
She would probably be waiting for you with the keys to a convertible, you'd get in, and she would blast the radio when her favorite songs come on (“Girlfriend” by Avril Lavigne, “Buttons” by The Pussycat Dolls, “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers, etc.). She would be a terrible driver, but you both would make it to the sweetest spot in the world to watch the night sky.
She would turn down the radio and spend a good while searching for a station that happens to be playing soft music, until she gives up and simply pulls you in to kiss you.
You would eat chocolates and sweets together while kissing.
For Zero, Valentine's Day is a holiday that directly challenges her rigid, cold, and destructive nature.
Her mind functions under a strict and obsessive logic where everything tends to be reduced to nothingness or binary concepts, but your presence is the single variable that sabotages her system. This day represents her effort to contain her urge to erase everything, allowing a space for vulnerability that she believed was long extinct to bloom.
Her current self’s deeply marked by monochromatic minimalism, a loss of identity, and a total disconnection from common human emotions.
However, when it comes to you, that obsession channels itself into a mathematical devotion: Zero doesn't know how to express love in a conventional way, so she uses her visual language and logic to try and decode your tastes, proving to you that you are the only thing she doesn't want to make disappear.
Even so, I feel like she would have a pretty punk or like grunge side to her. No matter how logical she tries to appear, there’s a side of her that is always searching for freedom through rebellion.
So, she'd take you to see some pure rock band, and what if you didn't like it? I can just imagine her going and killing an entire little fast-food stand in the middle of nowhere so you both could eat in peace without having to pay anything.
Her attitude will be distant and analytical at first, observing how you react to every single detail. However, as the day goes on and you seek her closeness, her rigidity will begin to crumble; she will become highly possessive in a quiet way, staying glued to your side and firmly intertwining her fingers with yours, as if touching you is her only way to ensure that you actually exist.
The most passionate and horny kisses in the world, she’d give them all to you.
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