I am in love with this guy - that's all I can say 💕
Special thanks to @minoux for allowing me to write and use this art of Viktor, I am just SO weak for him, God help me. Also, I may or may not headcanon that he has an English accent...
Imagine...
The quiet music of the gramophone played softly in the background as Viktor held his darling tightly in his hands, their bodies pressed closely together as he swayed against the beat of the music. His lips were pressed against (y/n)'s delicate throat as her own gaze lingered at the mirror in front of her, the horror of what Viktor had done to her sinking in.
When she and Viktor first met he was the perfect gentleman but albeit with his quirks. She actually didn't mind them at all, if anything they gave Viktor a certain charm that no other guy had which naturally just drew (y/n) in. His intelligence was unmatched and his morbid curiosity was dare she say, cute at times.
Viktor always got a huge kick out of teasing poor (y/n) and the teasing often varied. Sometimes he was soft as he would hug her and pat her head, calling her a princess. Other times though, he would get a little more daring. His sharp teeth would always be near her ears and he would whisper all sorts of nonsense in her ears - he'd tell her how she was just so fascinating to him, a case study that he had to research, a sweet mystery wrapped up in a even sweeter enigma.
(y/n) was everything Viktor wanted and then some.
One day though, Viktor's jeaoulsy just skyrocketed out of the blue as he became a lot more touchy feely with her and he wanted (y/n) to just pay attention to him. He was always so skilful at hiding his true intentions and he would always make it look like he was either joking, or he would find some contrived task for them to complete. Whatever it was, it would always end the same - with that confident smirk of his, Viktor would sweep (y/n) off her feet and the duo would spend the day together. He would often tell her how he dreams of making (y/n) look just like him, how often he wonders just how her fragile little body funcions and what were its weak points. (y/n) would always shrug him off though.
"It's just Viktor being Viktor." she would think.
She really should have heeded his warnings.
Bitter tears filled her eyes as a broken sob echoed throught the room. She stared at her reflection, hardly believing that the abomination in front of her was her own face. The tea she drank eariler was propably poisoned with something because she othervise wouldn't have been knocked out cold for so long. Ever since she woke up Viktor had been showering the girl with kisses as he displayed his work proudly, the stitches around her face oh so disgustingly visible. Everything inside of her felt wrong, she felt wrong but Viktor paid no mind to it what so ever. He was over the moon as a matter of fact as the two waltzed the night away, one clearly more happy then the other. Sensing her distress, Viktor's hands traced small patterns across her back as his pearly whites dug in to the nape of her neck, causing (y/n) to yelp from the sudden pain. She could her his mumble something but she couldn't quite make out what he was saying.
"What's wrong love? Cat got your tounge?"
Chuckling from his own joke Viktor raised his head up and looked (y/n) in the eyes, a diabolical grim on his face as droplets of crimson blood decorated his sharp teeth. He dipped the girl beneath him as the music picked up the pace, his excitement more obvious then ever. She scoffed at him but didn't dare to utter a word as he spinned her around, trapping her in his arms once he was done. In a hushed but seductive tone, he said:
"Aww, don't play so hard to get my dear. One more little mishap like this and I just might be forced to take more drastic measures...~"
He trailed off at the end but whatever he meant by that was enough for a chill to go through (y/n)'s spine.
He really wasn't pulling her leg here, wasn't he?
He broke her and she didn't even know it. He broke her, destroyed her beyond repair and then stitched her back together to his leisure. "you're perfect now!" is what he would say.
But she didn't want to be perfect.
She wanted to be normal.
But Viktor wasn't going to give her that luxury.