(TW for abusive relationships, alcohol and cheating.)

It took you so long to get Viktor out of that goddman lab (which was, in truth, the Academy's basement they had been given acess to by Professor Heimerdinger). In his head, his and Jayce's obssession was more than justified: they had just discovered magic, after all. But, in the end, Viktor couldn't say no to your pleading eyes and the offer of wine.

The truth is, as soon as alcohol was introduced to the equation, he knew exactly where things were going.

Max, was their name. The fucker you were dating. Never treated you right: always doing awful things, then gaslighting, lying, distorting. The only times you seemed to come to your senses were when you were drunk or high, ironically enough. And then, you'd call for Viktor. You'd lay down on your bed and sob while he fucked the anger out of you.

The morning birds woke him up: your alarm clock read 9:27am. Slowly but surely, memories came back to him: moans and whines, hands groping, lips meeting.