Hi, can I request a Victor x vampire girlfriend reader where they have a huge aruguement because he is always with Nova and she knows he has dreams of her, which changes when he has a gf, and Victor gets so angry that he uses his power and not only hurts her but she becomes unconscious for a week? When she wakes up, he deeply apologizes and is gull of guilt and tells her he is having newer dreams of both of them and they share a heavy kiss at the end.
NO HATE TO NOVA. I Love all the characters.
Summary: Victor gets so angry, he hurts you with his powers, but automatically regrets it.
Pairing: vampire!girlfriend!reader x Victor
Notes: I love this. I love Nova. Don’t worry about thing! Enjoy!
The night air in Seabrook felt too sharp.
You stood on the edge of the rooftop overlooking town, arms crossed tightly over your chest.
The moonlight caught the silver in your eyes — a telltale vampire glow you usually kept soft.
Footsteps landed behind you.
“You weren’t answering your phone,” Victor said, his voice already tense.
You didn’t turn around. “You were busy.”
You let out a hollow laugh. “Don’t.”
Victor stepped closer. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
He ran a hand through his hair, jaw tightening. “If this is about Nova again—”
“It is about Nova,” you snapped, finally spinning to face him. “You’re always with her. Training. Planning. Laughing. And then I find out you’re still dreaming about her.”
His expression shifted — guilt flickering for a split second before frustration took over.
“That’s not how dreams work,” he shot back. “I can’t control them.”
“You used to tell me about them,” you said, voice shaking. “About how she was always there. About how you thought it meant something.”
“It doesn’t mean that anymore!”
“Then why haven’t they stopped?!”
Silence cracked between you like lightning.
Victor’s powers always responded to his emotions. The air around him shimmered faintly, charged.
“I chose you,” he said through clenched teeth.
“But your mind didn’t,” you whispered.
The energy around him surged — not intentionally, not calculated — just raw emotion snapping loose.
“Stop acting like I’m betraying you!” he shouted.
A wave of force blasted outward from him — invisible but violent. You didn’t even have time to brace.
It hit you square in the chest.
You slammed into the far brick wall of the rooftop. Pain exploded through you — not just physical, but something deeper, magic against magic. Vampire energy colliding with his.
“Y/N—” Victor’s anger vanished instantly.
The last thing you saw was Victor running toward you, horror etched across his face.
Then darkness swallowed everything.
You didn’t wake up the next morning.
Victor barely left your side.
The guilt hollowed him out.
He replayed it over and over — the look on your face, the way his power flared, the sound of you hitting the wall.
He hadn’t meant to hurt you.
Your hand lay limp in his as he sat beside your bed, eyes red from exhaustion.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered for the hundredth time. “I’d take it back if I could. I swear.”
Your eyes slowly fluttered open, unfocused at first.
The room felt heavy. Your body felt heavier.
He leaned forward instantly. “Hey. Hey, don’t try to move too fast.”
“You… look terrible,” you croaked weakly.
A broken laugh escaped him — half sob. “Yeah. I deserve that.”
Memory came rushing back in pieces.
Your expression shifted slightly.
Victor flinched like you’d struck him.
“I didn’t mean to,” he said immediately, voice cracking. “I lost control. I was angry and stupid and I hurt you. I hurt you so bad you didn’t wake up for a week.”
Your brows furrowed faintly. “A week?”
He nodded, swallowing hard. “Seven days.”
Silence filled the space.
“I thought I lost you,” he admitted quietly. “And every second you were unconscious, I kept thinking… if you never wake up, the last thing I said to you was yelling.”
“And the dreams?” you asked softly.
He hesitated — then shook his head.
“They’re not about her anymore,” he said. “They’re about you. About us. Sometimes we’re fighting side by side. Sometimes we’re just… laughing. You’re in all of them.”
His grip on your hand tightened gently.
“I don’t want anyone else in my future. I don’t want anyone else in my head.”
Tears welled in his eyes, but he didn’t look away.
“I was angry because I felt accused. But I should’ve reassured you. I should’ve calmed down. I should’ve protected you.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Instead, I hurt you.”
You slowly pushed yourself up despite the lingering weakness.
He moved to help, hesitant, like he was afraid to even touch you.
You cupped his face instead.
“You scared me,” you admitted.
He closed his eyes briefly, leaning into your hand. “I’m not leaving again.”
You studied him for a long moment — the guilt, the exhaustion, the sincerity.
“Control your power next time,” you murmured.
A shaky breath left him. “There won’t be a next time.”
You leaned forward first.
It was heavy — emotional, desperate, full of everything that almost got lost.
Victor kissed you back like he was afraid you’d disappear again, one hand cradling the back of your head carefully this time, like you were something fragile and precious.
When you finally pulled away, foreheads resting together, his voice was barely audible.
You gave him a faint, tired smile.
And this time — he would.
