Royal Disputes | Viktor x Reader

6- meteor shower

A week later // after dinner

"Y/n!" Viktor called, bored in his bedridden state; he had adapted to the hobby of annoying his newfound witch friend.

This caused Y/n a constant ache of irritation every time she hears her name.

She thought having friends would be a fun experience, but if this is truly how friendships go; Y/n might've missed the quiet atmosphere of her cottage.. maybe even preferred it rather than having her witch studies be interrupted every few minutes.

"Y/nnnn!" Dragging out the last syllables of her name, Viktor smirked as he heard the clatter of her kitchen utensils drop into the sink, angry footsteps making their way up the ladder.

Poking her head out, Y/n glared at the prince, unbeknownst to how the streaks of white nearly overtook her natural hair colour.

"What!?" She snapped at him after a moment of irritable silence.

Viktor leaned over in his sitting position, head resting on his hands as he analyzed the white sections of her hair with great satisfaction knwoing he had gotten under her skin.

"Do you think you could fix me up a cane? I'd like to get out of here soon"

Y/n stared at him, eyes heavy-lidded as she thought for a moment.

"You said you had a limp?"

Viktor's interest was piqued, her anger was long gone by then, her hair returning to its original colour as she climbed the last steps of the ladder and sat on the floor, her feet hanging off the edge.

He nodded slowly, laying back down to listen to her voice knowing she was going to be talking for quite a while.

Or so he thought...

"Strange... not the limp, just-"

The corners of his lips perked up, impatiently anticipating as he waited.

Had Y/n finally remembered him?

The silence went on for too long and he began, finishing her sentence for her.

"Perhaps a little boy..?"

He could hear her shift in her spot, the faint swishing noise of her hair swaying as she turned to look at him.

"You-"

Viktor sat up once again, wanting to capture the look of shock on her face as her eyes remained on his, wide and starry like; if Viktor didn't know any better, he swore he saw the e/c colours in them swirling with wonder.

"I- I'll make your cane for you..." She stutters out uncomfortably, a stabbing pain filling the insides of Viktor.. but this time it was neither his stitches nor the bruises, tender on his pale complexion.

But the never felt before heartache, as Y/n retreated back downstairs with a frown on her face.

Viktor remained silent, mouth agape and eyes sad, filled with regret for his actions.

Had he said something wrong..?
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That night, Y/n remained in her living room area, keeping herself busy to avoid the obvious pain she was hiding.

Viktor was that kid she saved, he is the prince.

She didn't mean all her previous thoughts of him, the ones regarding his constant pestering...

Deep down, Y/n knew she enjoyed his presence, she knew he would have to leave again.. but at what cost?

What if Viktor tells the kingdom about how witches aren't like what they believed to be and they believe you had manipulated him into saying such things... tortured it out of him...