Your husband Victor Von Doom hates you.
Victor doom X Fem-reader
Happy ending
TW: a little angst
Word count: 897
Victor hates you, he hates your laugh, he hates your smile, he hates your presence. He hates your entire being. He hated the way your eyes lit up seeing him at the altar, he hated saying I do to you, he hated it when you stayed up late to make sure he made it home on time. He hated it when you cooked for him.
Everything about you was annoying. Your laughter and the way your eyes shut completely when you did just so. He hated your baked goods, he hated your favorite TV shows, movies and books. He couldn’t think of one thing he liked about you. That was until today. You had come home, ran to your shared bedroom. It was odd, you usually greeted him with a kiss on the cheek at least. Not long after you ran to the bedroom, he heard crying. Not just sniffing, full blow crying! Dry heaving at that. He immediately got an uneasy feeling and practically teleported back to you. He saw you there, your face burrowed into the soft plush pillows. Victor didn’t know what to think of this. As he stepped forward, trying not to make a sound. That squeaky floorboard gave in and squeaked. Your head shot up and looked at him. Finally looked at him. Not with the eyes of the woman he married, but the eyes of everyone around him. Finally, you could see him for what he truly was; a monster. A workaholic, stubborn and self-centered. He wasn’t very kind nor was he enjoyable to be around.
“What!”
You shouted, he was taken aback by your sharp retort. You never raised your voice. Not even when he did it first.
“What’s wrong?”
He said calmly, he tried to sound sincere, he just couldn’t. The reason he hated you so was because he loved you and was very jealous of you. No matter what had happened. Until now, he was conflicted. Should he hold you tightly in his arms? Should he scold you for getting your mascara smeared all over his silk pillows? What the fuck is he supposed to do? His body moved on its own, he felt like he wasn’t in control, and he hated that. Victor sat down next to you on the bed and hugged you. He actually hugged you! He brought you closer to him and sat you on his lap. Rubbing his hand along your back to try and soothe you. You didn’t say anything, neither did he. It was strange yet comforting. He was never this affectionate towards you. Ever! You were still crying your eyes out. You had just been fired from your job at your dream bakery and your family vacation (without Victor) was a total nightmare. Your entire family shamed you and belittled you for marrying this man. You knew what you were getting into, you just didn’t think it would take such a toll on you. You felt terrible, Victor, seeing you like this wasn’t helping Anya in her way. Your snot had gotten onto Victors suit, and you knew it costed more than a car. Yet, he didn’t say anything. You soon fell asleep and started to dream. Dreams of a happy marriage with the man you love. He changed after his mission with The Fantastic Four. They all did. Yet, Victor became more irritated and distant.
Victor could physically feel you calm down. He took your makeup off, got you into comfy pajamas and pulled the covers over you. He gave you a kiss on your temple and turned the bedroom light off. By morning, you could smell the faintness of coffee, maple syrup and bacon. With how much you had been running around, you thought to yourself you must’ve left the stove on and fell asleep. As you got out of bed with the quickness of a lightning bolt, you dashed to the kitchen, only to see your husband, Victor, making breakfast. He never made breakfast here.
“I’m sorry”
That was all he could say. He knows he hasn’t been a good husband, or friend to you. He’s closed off and reserved now. He doesn’t tell you anything about where he goes or what he does. I mean, for fucks sake, he went to Latveria for a week and didn’t even text you.
“I know”
That is all you could say. Knowing he meant it.
Sitting down on the kitchen island, he served you your breakfast. Two pieces of French toast with extra maple syrup and two pieces of bacon. Your coffee had the right amount of milk and flavoring. He knew you inside and out, completely. He stood behind you and hugged you from behind. Victor gave you a kiss and then sat beside you for the remaining time you ate. His hand on his cheek and his elbow on the countertop, all Victor did was stare. It was kind of awkward, but it felt nice nonetheless, to know your husband was there and at the moment with you for once in a few months felt nice.
He hated you because he loved you. He loved you more than himself, and he would do anything to keep you his, safe and happy.
(You also have a new job working with him)
