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Summary: After a violent breakdown, you find yourself at Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Centre, where you are placed under the supervision of Victor Gideon.
You remember the moment everything changed.
It had been a bad day. A very bad day indeed.
Your entire week was a mess, but that day was the worst.
Too many voices talking over each other.
Too many expectations pressing down on you from every direction.
Too much noise. Too much pressure.
You had felt it building up inside you. Every sound. Every movement. Every tone of voice.
People never understood how loud the world could be.
They thought you were quiet.
They never realised you were listening to everything.
And then... you snapped.
You do not remember the first hit.
Not clearly, only fragments of it.
Your coworker’s face too close, too loud.
Then your hands were moving before your thoughts could catch up.
And then...
Impact.
Shouting.
Someone was grabbing you, pulling you back as your vision blurred at the edges.
And then everything was quiet.
The police were called, and they arrived quickly.
They asked a lot of questions. Questions you did not want to answer. Questions you could not answer.
Reports written about you as if you were not even there.
An evaluation where no one actually listened to what you had to say.
They spoke over you. Around you. About you.
Decisions were made quickly.
And labels were attached even more quickly. A psychotic breakdown. Crazy. Dangerous. Shouldn't be let back into society.
And where do these people go?
Rhodes Hill.
The first time you met Dr Gideon, you expected the same thing.
Judgment without listening to a word you have to say.
That look people gave you when they had already decided what you were.
Instead, he looked at you like you were interesting.
You sat across from him, arms folded tightly, your posture closed off, defensive.
“They told me you attacked someone, a coworker of yours.” he said as he read from the file before returning his attention to you.
“She provoked me.”
“That is not justification.”
You let out a scoff as you looked everywhere but him. Your eyes landed on the stack of paper behind him.
“I didn’t kill her.”
“No,” he agreed. “You did not.”
Silence filled the room.
You expected him to say something rehearsed. Something clinical and textbook. Something fake and manufactured. But instead,
“But you wanted to.”
Your eyes snapped and met his. You didn't reply to him, but he looked at you with more intensity.
“Did you?”
“…yes.”
The word felt heavier than it should have, even if you knew that was the truth.
“Tell me, did it feel good?”
You hesitated, you knew you should lie, make up some fake apology if you ever wanted to get out of here. But something about the way he was looking at you made lying feel pointless. You felt as if he could see right through you.
“Yes… for a second,” you admitted.
“Don't lie. Be honest.”
“You’re not even going to pretend that’s alarming?”
“It is expected.”
“What?”
“Most people experience the impulse. Very few admit it. You do not filter yourself the way others do. Others would have made up a fake apology in hopes of getting out of here. But not you.”
You stared at him, you were sure he could read minds.
“And that’s… what? A good thing?”
“It is a useful thing.”
That was the exact moment everything changed.
Because for the first time, someone was not trying to fix you, but rather trying to understand you.
You offered him a smile before the nurse took you back to your room.
And after that, your evaluations became more frequent and a lot more personal.
Victor requested your file. No one else was allowed to question you.
He took full control of it.
The other doctors stopped interfering, they were even scared to look at you. They rather ignored you that face Dr Gideon.
And your life at Rhodes Hill started to improve significantly.
It started in small steps. First, your meals improved. You started to receive food you actually liked. And the quality of it also got better.
You were moved further away from the more volatile patients. You got a new room, bigger, cleaner and it no longer looked like a patient room.
Then the bigger things.
Privileges.
You were allowed extra time outside your room. You were allowed to roam free without anyone asking questions. You were not allowed to leave, but you were free. Well, as free as someone here can be.
Your conversations with Victor were longer than they should have been. Most of the time, he just allowed you to speak, and he actually listened.
And then, your release and court dates disappeared.
One day they were there and then the next, just… gone.
When you asked, him about it, he had no shame.
“You are not ready.”
You should have demanded a better explanation, but your mind was blank at the time, so all you could mutter was, “Why not?”
“Because the world will not understand you.”
“And you do?”
“Yes.”
“Of course you do.” you smiled.
---
“You are not unstable,” Victor told you one evening.
You were sitting across from him again.
“Then why am I here?”
“Because no one else knows what to do with you.”
“And you do?”
“Yes.”
You watched him for a long moment. The control he carried with himself. The way he chose every word carefully when he spoke.
“You don’t react to things,” you said suddenly, which made him raise an eyebrow slightly.
“Elaborate.”
“People say things. Do things. And you just…” you gestured vaguely, “observe.”
“That is correct.”
“So do I.” you leaned forward and whispered.
He went still.
And for the first time, you saw something behind his eyes.
“You do,” he said quietly.
“I noticed that before you said anything. The way you listen. The way you look at people like you’re… mapping them.”
“And you do the same.”
“…I don’t feel things the way other people do.”
“Neither do I,” he replied.
And that was the moment you realised something that unsettled you more than anything else had.
You were not just someone he found interesting. You two were similar. You wonder why it took you so long to realise this. Was it obvious to him? When he first met you?
You became his favourite. No one said it out loud, but everyone knew.
The nurses avoided interrupting when you were with him.
The guards gave you even more leeway.
Other patients watched you with a mix of curiosity and resentment.
They saw it.
And you did not mind, not even a little. Because you were here for him from that point on, not for them.
Then Patricia arrived.
Patricia Vale.
You knew something was wrong with her in a way you had not seen before. She was very different from everyone else.
She was not loud.
Not aggressive.
She did not cause scenes.
But there was something… off about her.
Her eyes lingered too long. Her smiles came at the wrong moments.
And when Victor entered a room, she changed.
You noticed it instantly.
The change in her posture. The way her attention snapped to him. The way she watched him. It made your stomach turn. Because you recognised it. You had seen that look before.
In mirrors.
“She watches you,” you said one afternoon, leaning against his desk.
“I am aware.”
“She doesn’t blink when you walk past.”
“That is an exaggeration.”
“It’s not.”
He continued writing, but he didn't ignore you.
“She’s obsessed, Victor.”
“Yes.”
“And you’re just ignoring it?”
“She is not my concern.”
“That’s cold.”
“No,” he said, finally looking at you. “I'm just selective.”
“And what am I?"
“My favourite.”
Patricia noticed you, too.
At first, it was subtle. She stared at you for a long period of time, then she started to smile. But her smiling felt more like a warning than anything friendly.
Then she started approaching you, asking you questions. Questions that felt more like accusations.
“You spend a lot of time with Dr Gideon,” she said one day, sitting across from you without being invited.
“I suppose.”
“He doesn’t talk to anyone else like that.”
You shrugged.
“Maybe he just likes me.”
Her jaw tightened.
“That’s not funny.”
“I wasn’t joking.”
You could see the anger in her eyes.
“You think you’re special.”
“No,” you said calmly. “I think you’re obvious.”
“You don’t deserve his attention.”
“And you do?”
She stood abruptly, her chair scraping loudly before falling backwards.
“You don’t understand him.”
“I understand him better than you do.”
She slammed the table making you flinch, before a guard took her away and back to her room.
That was when you knew, this was not going to end well.
You tried to warn Victor about it during your next session.
“She’s escalating.”
Victor barely looked up at you.
“She is insignificant.”
“She cornered me today.”
That made him pause and look up.
“And?”
“She asked what you see in me.”
Victor’s gaze flicked to you.
“And what did you say?”
“That she wouldn’t understand.”
“She will not act.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
You stared at him. For the first time, frustration crept into your voice.
“You’re wrong.”
“I never am.”
The conversation ended there.
But something in your chest didn't settle.
The next day, everything proved you right.
Lunch was quiet, you sat in your usual spot, alone.
The way people were watching without looking like they were watching.
Your instincts sharpened.
A chill ran down your spine. Something was wrong.
You had just picked up your fork when a hand tangled in your hair.
Hard.
Your head slammed into the table.
Pain exploded behind your eyes as you felt like your head was about to blow up.
The room erupted.
You reacted instantly, twisting, shoving back, but Patricia was already on you.
Wild and uncontrolled.
“You think you’re special?” she screamed, her voice breaking. “He looks at you like you matter!” Her grip tightened. “You don’t deserve that!”
You shoved her back with as much force as you could.
“Get off me!”
But she was relentless as she lunged again.
Something sharp pressed into your side.
Hands were suddenly everywhere, pulling her away, voices shouting, alarms blaring.
Your vision blurred.
The last thing you saw was her still trying to reach you.
Still screaming.
A guard barged into his office, completely ignoring the calls from the nurses.
"Sir! It's Patricia, she attacked another patient."
“She attacked who?” his voice cut through the room.
“Y-you need to-”
“Answer me.”
"...”
Victor was already moving.
Then he saw you.
Blood.
Too much blood.
Something inside him snapped.
“Out of my way.”
The staff scattered immediately.
He reached you in seconds, hands already working, precise but urgent.
“You are conscious,” he said, though it sounded more like a command than an observation.
Your eyes fluttered open.
“…hi.”
His jaw tightened.
“You are injured.”
“Yeah.”
Even now, you tried to smile.
It made something twist in his chest as if someone was twisting a knife.
“She attacked you,” he said, voice lower now. Dangerous.
“Yeah.”
His hands stilled for just a second.
“How dare she touch what is mine?”
The words came out before he could stop them.
You barely registered them before everything went black.
When you woke up, everything was different.
You blinked slowly, taking in the unfamiliar room.
Then you saw him sitting beside you.
“You are awake.”
“Where am I?”
“My quarters.”
“I thought I wasn’t allowed in here.”
“You were not. You are now.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I will not make the same mistake twice.”
“You didn’t listen to me.”
“I did not.”
“You dismissed me.”
“I did.”
“And I got hurt.”
“Yes.”
That seemed to hurt him. Not that he had to admit he was wrong, but more so the fact that you go hurt because he couldn't admit it.
“You don’t like being wrong.”
“No.”
“Neither do I.”
“You are no longer a patient,” he said.
“Then, what am I?”
“Mine.”
You let out a faint, breathless laugh.
“That sounds… a little unhinged.”
“It is accurate.”
You shifted slightly, wincing at the pain.
His hands were immediately there, steadying you.
“You need rest.”
“Yes, doctor.”
Something softened in his expression.
“You will stay here. Where can I ensure your safety.”
You looked around the room, then back at him.
“You’re not doing this because I’m valuable,” you said.
“No.”
“Then why?”
“Because you are the only one who understands me.”
Your heart faltered.
Then, realisation hit you like a truck, you understood him, and he understood you.
very dirty dr victor gideon headcanons (gender neutral)
- although he loves to take control and fuck the soul out of you, he also really loves to watch you impale yourself on his dick while you ride him (sometimes he won’t even put his hands on your hips, just lays back while you go at it)
- speaking of riding him, it’s so big you always have to approach from a standing position; he thinks it’s so cute the trouble you go through to have him stretch you open
- he loves to talk you through it, but he will eventually get so pussy/hole drunk that he loses his composure & devolves to growls, hoarse shouts, disbelieving laughs and high pitched moans
- takes so much delight in defiling you; salivating on your hole so much that it drips down your legs; making you cum over and over and over until you’re covered in sweat and spit and cum and your body feels like it’s floating; littering your neck & torso with love bites to mark you as his property
- while he is possessive, he does kind of get turned on when he notices other people are attracted to you (and by turned on i mean he will fuck you extra hard, all while telling you just how much a pretty slut like you deserves to be filled to the brim)
- loves to buy you special outfits just to destroy them by ripping it off of you
- loves eating ass no further explanation needed
- gives the very best aftercare; bringing you to the shower and fetching you something to wear; afterwards, just lying in bed together as he kisses your head and strokes your body in an almost chaste way; telling you in his deep, soft voice just how amazed he is that someone as beautiful and delicate as you loves someone like him (and then lets you indulge in your comfort show while cuddling you & pretending he isn’t totally invested in it too)
this is my first time writing anything publicly so sorry if this is super generic and mid but this man is driving me genuinely crazy and i have Many Thoughts about him - but also, shoutout to the victor lovers on here, y’all are all amazing & so talented & i hope you know how appreciated you are 🤍 yall inspire me fr
