victor van dort x reader

1 - Emily?!

I was applying my makeup in a satin robe, accompanied by my crackling fire place and the moonlit sky. All my logs had burnt out by the time I finished, so naturally I stood up to put more inside it, to keep the heat. I was just about finished ripping open the box that the wood was stored in when I heard a thud outside my glass, porch windows. Naturally, I kept unboxing my logs (as I presumed it was a crow, there's a lot where our town is especially at winter) until I heard a muffled voice. A banging on my window. Panting breaths. Fearfully, I turned around and raised my fist to see...

A tall, skinny man with jet black hair and an extravagant suit banging on my windows. What was he doing here? He looked as if he hasn't slept a day in his life; lifeless eyes, pale skin, a ripped sleeve and almost-concerning eyebags. His mysterious and encapturing eyes met with mine as he continued to knock on the brittle doors with his bony and long hands. The look on his face showed nothing less than pure fear and petrifying thoughts. Distraught eyebrows hovered over his sockets as he yelled at me to open.

The man finally found a way to open the door - using one of the iron handles - and frantically rushed in as I stood there in disbelief. Within seconds, he locked the door back up using a small key he found on the carpet. After doing so, he leaned onto the doors and panted as if he couldn't breathe. Almost forgetting I was here, he began to talk to himself.
"Good lord, what if she finds me." He said under his breathe. "Gracious, I'll be done for."
"Sir?"
He looked behind himself, into the sky, before standing up and approaching me. "You need to hide me." He dusted his suit off and flicked a feather off of it.
"Sir I don't even know your name." I repeated, more sternly. "What's going on and who's searching for you?"
He turned around fearfully again. "Look, there's no time. She's going to see me." He grabbed onto my shoulders and shook me. "Hide me. Now. I'll explain later."

My eyes darted around the room for several hiding places. Then, it struck me. The bed. It had the most space, and since my duvet covers were black, you wouldn't see anything in there at first glance. Hoping I wasn't helping a criminal, I grabbed his wrist tightly and pulled him towards the circular bed. I lifted a hefty side of the bedding up and pointed to it.
"Get in. 'She' won't be able to see in."
He looked at it and looked at me. "It's got to be boiling in that.." he gestured towards the fleece cover, and took his suit jacket off. After, he yanked his black tie off and hurled it at my seat. "Right, so I'm getting in... there?"
I tutted and shoved the jacket under the bed using my foot. I knew exactly where this would be going, and I'm not falling for it; not with a stranger. Why did I suggest hiding THERE? "Well obviously. Where else would you go?"
He turned around again to a moonlit window and looked at me in the eye. "Shit. She's coming. Get in now."

Inside the bedding was cramped but we did what had to be done. The man laid down straight as I was slightly curled. I took this time to inspect him more. He looked around my age, slightly underweight and astoundingly pretty, although I tried to not let his looks get the better of me. He occasionally shuffled his feet. I could hear distant and graceful footsteps getting closer. A slight hum also approached us.
"So what's going on then?" I asked him, not thinking of the circumstances right now.
His eyes went right wide open as he gestured for me to be quiet. But it was obviously too late.
"Victor? Who's that? Where are you darling?"
So his name's Victor. Interesting.
Victor facepalmed and then huffed. He looked absolutely clueless on what to do. Suddenly, his face lit up and he unbuttoned his shirt quickly. "Right, is this alright?" He asked.
I blushed uncontrollably. "Well depends on what the matter is."
"Look, I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable and that's why I'm asking for permission. But we need to make it seem like we are doing... something in order for her to leave. She'd get heartbroken and walk away in sorrow. So, please?"
I gulped. "If it's going to help you." I replied, climbing out my satin robe and pulling my bra off. It got awkward quickly.

Victor tried to keep eye contact as he knew it'd be weird to look down (and he hadn't wanted to particularly do this anyways). He pushed me on top of the covers so his top half was showing and laid on top of me. I couldn't breathe due to two things; the shock that this was going on and that he was literally on top of me.
"Make it look real, our your arms around my neck. I don't know, do something and quick." Victor sighed. "I am so sorry for this-"
"Y/N. The names Y/N."
"Sorry for this Y/N. Look, I'll explain it later. But somebody I hadn't meant to 'marry' is now, well, stalking me. I need her to go away." Victor whispered, comforting me.
I dazed off, not really listening to what he was explaining to me. One thing I had noticed is his smell. He smelt of a mix of cigarettes and butterscotch, mixed with cheap aftershave or men's perfume. But it somehow smelt like one of the most pleasant things I've smelt. Oh, and another, his figure. I don't know if he had been working out constantly or if he was blessed with a perfect six pack and skinny figure but either ways, it looked amazing. I began to stroke my hands through his curtain haircut subconsciously. It was just so... fluffy, and dreamlike. It felt so soft and barely damaged. My other hand traced his stomach, gliding over him.

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted when I heard a female voice. "Darling Vic, may I ask, where are you? Our weddings so soon and you can't be absent for it."
I could hear more footsteps approaching the bed fast.
"Now." Victor said. He lowered himself onto me, but covered my top half because he could tell I was embarrassed.
"Victor? Vic-"
We gulped at the same time.
"Victor! How could you!?" The woman looked over from a few meters away. She was... decomposing? Her blue locks swayed in the wind from the open doors. Her veil flew in the cold air and so did the leaves on her bouquet. She wore a elegant, white dress fit for a marriage and you could see her ribs through a tear in her dress. Her eyes somehow appeared more dark and dead-like than Victors. Maybe because she was dead. Unlike him.

"I thought you were loyal! I really did!"
Victor looked up and covered me in the warm duvet. "Look, Emily. I'm sorry it isn't what it looks like." He wiped a false tear. "Things just aren't working out for us. I'm sorry you had to find out this way."
Emily sniffled and wiped it with her skeletal hand. "How could you. You awakened me! You are the one I'm meant to be with. Why would you even say all of that for nothing? You even gave me the ring. I'm meant to be yours, Victor! Yours!"
"No, your not. It was a mistake, Emily. I was reciting for a planned marriage, we aren't meant to be. You just don't get it do you?"
She began crying. "You promised to set me free. I have your ring. I'm yours Vic, wake up! You can't do this to me!"
"I can." Victor sat up. "We can't be together, you're.."
"I'm what?"
"Dead."

...

A long silence engulfed the room for over a minute before anyone spoke again. Emily turned around, her dress shifting to her direction. Her veil fell and trapsed the ground. "I'm going." She threw her bouquet backwards. I caught it and looked at Vic. Funny coincidence.
"Goodbye, Victor Van Dort. And you.. you won't be with him for long."

She stepped out onto my stone porch and held her hands in her own. Soon as she came, she disappeared into the night, a million butterflies scattering everywhere and all flying different directions, all starting new lives and some finding their old ones. Blue, grey, white, green and black butterflies swarmed the sky.

"So, Y/N, if you don't mind, shall we pick up where we left off?"