thinking about jerking Vik off till he cries and can't think he's such a smart man with so much on his mind all the time he deserves a break where he doesn't have to think AND IM WILLING TO GIVE IT TO HIM..- ram-anon
includes: giving viktor a ‘helping hand’ [mdni, smüt, händjob, öral (m receiving)]
ft. bottom!viktor x gn!reader
extra: RAAA!! thank you for this juicy request i loved writing it so much like breathless, whiney viktor AAA SAVE MEEE!! anyway thank you for the thought i loved this so much kshdkh
you could tell how frustrated viktor had been recently. from the countless nights of sleeping at the lab to the several crumpled up pieces of paper spread along his desk; he was struggling with his latest project. but unfortunately that came with him not sleeping for days— which left you just as frustrated as he was. but when you finally managed to rip viktor away from his work, just long enough to go home and change, possibly eat something, you were reluctant to let him go back to the lab. and the only way you could get him to relax and turn that big brain of his off was to force him to think about only you.
so, after his shower you force him to sit down in a chair in your shared home, planting kisses along his body while you adjust his legs to lay more comfortably for what you had planned.
“my love, what are you doing?” viktor sighs, running a hand across his face as he melts into the chair even though he really shouldn’t. “i need to get back to the lab.”
“nuh uh, you’re going to sit there and relax.” you order with a slight smile. your hands running down the front of his chest and down his thighs, making a slow descent in between his parted legs.
vik lifts an eyebrow at you as you speak, not really understanding what you mean by ‘relax’. you’re unraveling his towel from his thin waist while vik watches on with a tired gaze. and it must have been the several sleepless nights stuck at the lab to cause him to process this so slowly because it takes you fully wrapping a hand around his soft shaft before he even reacts to what you’re doing. his droopy, exhausted eyes fly open wide as your fingers softly grasp around him.
he is definitely awake now. good.
“no more work. no more lab. you need to take a break, v. think of me and only me. right here, right now.” you instruct the man, effortlessly cutting him off before he could protest you, while slowly stroking up towards his head. in response vik sucks a tight breath in through his clenched teeth, amber eyes settling on you in a look of slight irritation. not to worry though, his gaze would quickly soften as time went on for you two; soon he’d look upon you with pleasure in those pretty eyes of his.
unsurprisingly it only takes a few strokes to make vik fully hard. it was all but a simple thumb press against the slit of his head, sliding your fingers across his sensitive tip, before stroking down his shaft to turn him into putty in the palm of your hand; while his own fingers grip the arms of the chair. he groans, eyes fluttering as you press your thumb against his sensitive tip again. soaking in every moan that slips past his lips as your hand jerks him off. stroking him from base to tip, slow and steady, planting kisses along his left knee and thigh.
you move your hand faster at vik‘s sweet moans. taking a second to glance up at his pretty face as he turns bright red, even to the tips of his ears, as he tries his best to look at you through the pleasure.
“you’re so pretty viktor.” you praise against his knee as your hand moves faster. sliding your free hand to grab the base of his cock while your other hand moves faster against his sensitive head, smearing precum every which way.
vik whimpers at your touch and your words. his body tensens as you use both hands along his shaft. his breath hitches in his throat with another whimper, tears clinging to his pretty eyelashes as your hand rubs over his sensitive tip again and again. god, he looked so good like this. under your work, head tilted back, fingers trembling, struggling to sit still, slipping in his chair, and whimpering your name like a prayer.
you needed to get him out of that damn lab more often.
your mouth waters at the sight of the man before you. you lean forward, spit rolling off your tongue and dripping onto the slit of his head before you follow its path and slip him into your mouth.
“d-darling!” vik cries, thrusting his hips upwards and forcing more of himself into your mouth. you take him with ease as he practically fucks himself into your mouth now.
he’s rapidly coming undone now. his fingers manage to tangle into your hair while his hips move erratically. you suck harshly when his cock hits the back of your throat, spit slipping down your chin, causing vik to moan your name.
oh he’s so pathetic and sweet like this. rutting helplessly into your mouth, slipping in the chair he sits in because he’s so eager to come; mind blank with only the thought of how good your mouth feels.
“mmph! i can’t, please!” viktor sobs. his mouth falling open with sinful moans and whimpers. his pretty eyes fall close as he whines your name again and again, chest heaving with every breath he semi-struggles to take as his orgasm burns through his entire being. “coming!” the words slip off his lips with little warning as his climax surges through him. his back arches slightly, forcing the rest of his cock into your throat as he comes.
you keep your mouth wrapped around him until he finally stops moving and his hips do not falter or stop until he’s entirely spent. you take every drop he spills before he begins to whine from overstimulation; so you slip your lips from his cöck but keep your hand slowly stroking along his shaft.
“do you still want to go back to the lab or should we just keep going?” you ask devilishly, smiling up at viktor’s blushing face.
he blinks in his dazed, post-orgasm state but manages to shyly nod in response. “i want to keep going.” he mutters.
good thing you had already planned to keep going. nothing would stop you from pleasing him so he could forget all of his worries.
Summary: A scientist and a psychology student work together.
Tags: Strangers/Enemies(?) to lovers, falling in love, drabble
Words: 0,4k
Status: Will write this as a oneshot at some point. Or a full multi chapter fanfic since some people asked.
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Viktor had never considered himself a people person. His life revolved around logic, equations, and the hum of his experiments. The distractions of the outside world rarely breached the walls of his lab—until you walked in, carrying a notebook filled with plans that defied his carefully structured reality.
Sent by Professor Heimerdinger himself, you were a psychology student, armed with a bright smile and an audacious proposal that made him question your seriousness: to test your hypothesis about love and attraction. Viktor had scoffed, of course. Science, to him, was tangible, measurable, and your request sounded anything but. Yet you were insistent, batting away his protests with an enthusiasm he found disarming.
“A scientist should always seek to uncover mysteries,” you’d said, your eyes alight with conviction. “Isn’t love one of the greatest mysteries of all?”
Reluctantly, and perhaps out of sheer curiosity, he agreed.
The first session was simple: eye contact. You sat across from him, your gaze steady as you asked questions designed to foster connection. Viktor was stiff at first, shifting uncomfortably under your attention, but as the minutes passed, he found himself drawn in. There was something compelling about the way you listened so intently, as if his every word mattered.
By the third session, his initial reluctance had faded. He began looking forward to your visits, though he refused to admit it. You brought a warmth into the lab that contrasted sharply with the sterile environment, and the conversations that accompanied your “experiments” lingered in his thoughts long after you left.
When you asked him to describe his favorite memory, he hesitated before sharing a story about a long-forgotten walk by the riverside in Zaun, where the world had felt quiet for once. Your reaction—a soft smile and a thoughtful nod—stirred something in his chest he hadn’t felt in years.
Viktor knew he was in trouble when, during one session, your hand accidentally brushed against his while passing a notebook. The faint contact sent a jolt through him, one he couldn’t explain with logic or reason.
“This is just data,” he reminded himself late at night, staring at the ceiling of his room. “A temporary variable in an experiment.”
But even as he tried to rationalize it, Viktor found himself yearning for the next session, for the chance to sit across from you and get lost in your gaze. Somewhere along the way, your experiment had become more than just a study for you—it had become a revelation for him.
He didn’t know when it started, but the realization was inescapable: Viktor, who had always preferred solitude, was falling for you. And despite the chaos it brought to his meticulously ordered life, he wasn’t sure he wanted to stop.
You were the Academy's top student known to be the top of the class with the highest scores always exceeding expectations.
Your creative thinking and problem solving is what normally got you the spotlight of attention within academia.
Naturally after spending your first two years of the Academy eating up the attention and receiving offers from multiple elite members of society, industry and government certainly made your resume/reputation an intimidating one.
Your peers knew you to be competitive and ambitious wanting to be the one to set the curve; extensive research projects, etc.
This did however make you a poor teammate with your passionate ideas that one of them could dream of keeping up with you. Plus you would steal the leadership role from them to implement the changes you'd want.
You had gotten used to pattern created for you with a bright future ahead.
Even if you were getting kind of bored of knowing that your worst idea would still allow you to keep your rank.
Then all the sudden a new student joins the Academy
It didn't bother you much until you started seeing a drop in your scores and ranking thus creating a rivalry with this mysterious student.
It was not until you and Viktor shared a class that you realized who your academic opponent was
Thus starting a new chapter of your academic career with renewed passion upon knowing there was finally someone that could equal you in skill.
Fighting for everything within the academic realm that was available
Now neither of you had ever officially been introduced or carried a proper conversation instead replacing regular communication with pointed looks of smugness or confidence.
You would have angry fits in private realizing the margin that you had lost to Viktor
Long days and nights spent gaining a potential advantage over your rival.
Your friends would point out how you would almost pop a vein just describing the way that he would "usurp the first place on an exam all because of a technicality"
Honestly when you would get really into it you were sure that you hated this guy: coming out of nowhere with no prior history and just takes over everything you have worked hard to establish.
Who does he think he is????
Now all your professors, namely Himerdinger paid close attention to this rivalry. It's entertaining watching your top 2 students hash it out and creating things they would not have without this push.
Himerdinger seeing how honed in your other skills were decided to create a project for the class specifically targeting you both.
A partnered project
One that could not change neither the topic, the partner or the day that it was to be presented; everything set in stone.
" Learning the skills needed in a lab is one thing but the most important and impactful discoveries have always been those created through teamwork." Himerdinger would share one fateful day as he put up the paper listing the groups.
It did not even cross your mind that you would have been paired with Viktor and after looking at the poster turned around a looked at him.
Viktor was still sitting in his front row seat in the lecture room patiently waiting for the crowd to dissipate before getting up to look at the paper.
He continued to wrap up whatever notes he had taken as you step up to him.
"We are assigned partners for this project." you say very matter a factly.
Viktor looks up to you with a small smile," Well then, we should set up times to work on the project together. What times work best for you?"
You were taken aback by his nonchalance.
Did he really not care that he was partnered with you? Did he not see you as significant enough to mention the obvious tension? Did he not even see you as a rival but a regular student below him???
After a short pause you share what time you are normally at the library.
As you share the details he finished packing up his stuff.
Looking back up to with another slightly bigger smile (what is his game???) " I'll see you then. Tomorrow at table four."
With that he leans on his cane and leaves you in the quiet empty classroom to deliberate your next moves.
That night you started working on the project creating multiple schemes, ideas, and conceptual ideas that could be used for the project put forth.
You went to bed hoping to finally force him to recognize you as the rival that you were as he seemed so dismissive before.
You showed up to the library at the arranged time to see Viktor sitting peacefully at a study table thumbing through multiple volumes seemingly looking for a specific piece of information.
"Good Morning." you started as you walked up to him.
Without even looking up he returns the same early day greeting and places yet another volume aside and opening a new one.
Raising an eyebrow that the attitude you place your things on the other side of the table.
"I was thinking last night about this project and had written down some ideas that I believe that we should pick from as our approach." you open the discussion with no changed behavior from your supposed teammate.
You continue, " I have already taken the liberty to research them, for your convenience, and have supplied preliminary data for each one. Honestly any of these would resolve the problem raised by our projects prompt with their main difference being how creative you wanted to get with it."
Viktor has created yet another pile of abandoned books that didn't meet his mysterious criteria all the while not regarding you properly.
Your felt your self becoming more warmer as you felt the irritation pool into the oil pit of anger you have created surrounding him.
"It's considered polite to respond or at the very least acknowledge when someone is talking to you. Or are you so focused on your book hunt you aren't ever looking at the person you are supposed to be completing this project with."
Viktor sighs putting the book currently in his possession down and looks up to you.
"It was not my intention to be rude I am just looking for a specific volume that has a unique perspective on the concept we learned a week ago but the title is slipping my mind."
Sighing you sit down and observe the collection of books created on the table.
"I'm going to go on a limb here and assume that you only really remember that the color of the book was dark blue?"
Viktor chuckled," Observant and yes I am."
"Well you aren't going to find it in the library considering there is only one copy of it. That author's take was considered almost heretic."
"Ah, so you are familiar with the book I am referencing?"
"It would be strange if I didn't considering that I brought it with me to our meeting. I checked it out a week ago because it piqued my interest and also happened to align with this assignment."
You hold it out over the table as Viktor sighs again running a hand through his hair.
The meeting ended up going on for longer than expected.
You were surprised to find that he has a similar perspective to yours and understood your vision from the multiple proposals that you had created.
Further analysis showed some minor flaws that would otherwise be overlooked by other people; but neither of you too were not going to settle for anything less than perfection.
The more that the two of you poured over ideas, equations, concepts, and plans until you came up with a path that pleased you both with only one variable that needing some testing.
Viktor offered to go his smaller private study that he had already set up a similar experiment (he was also trying ideas out the night before)
Walking side by side down the hallways was a strange feeling.
Not because you were walking slower that your default rushed walking pace but because this person that you had, honestly, really hated and rationalized that was cheating somehow....wasn't.
You hated to admit it as you continued to listen to his rambling on of the missing component that they needed to figure out.
Snow dusted the cobblestone streets outside as you glanced out the grand windows of your family’s Noxian estate. The sharp peaks of the towers were festooned with garlands, and the entire house smelled of spiced wine and roasted chestnuts. You had gone all out for this. This was Viktor’s first Christmas with you after all. Despite his initial hesitations, you had convinced him to leave his work behind for a few days and join you in Noxus. It would be a promising and quiet celebration without the chaos of Piltover’s politics. As always.
Viktor stood near the hearth, his golden cane leaning against the arm of a plush chair. He looked slightly out of place amidst the elegance of your home. His thin frame was draped in the dark wool sweater you’d insisted he wear. The warm glow of the fire lit his face as he fiddled with the buttons, muttering something about how “such extravagance” wasn’t necessary. Some might say it was over the top, but since you grew up with it, it was different. It was family tradition after all.
“You’re still adjusting,” you teased, stepping up behind him with a cup of mulled cider. “But trust me, you’ll thank me for getting you out of that freezing lab.”
He accepted the cup with a nod, though his sharp amber eyes scanned the room as if assessing its practicality. “It is different,” he admitted, gesturing toward the enormous tree dominating the center of the room. “I have never seen such a waste of resources in one place.”
“Viktor!” You nudged his shoulder, grinning. “It’s not a waste! It’s tradition. Besides, the tree is fake.” You couldn’t believe yours, viktor criticizing your home. In your own home during christmas season. It was despicable. Unheard of even. Maybe you were being quite dramatic. Though it earned you a small, envious smile.
After dinner which consisted of a quiet but rich meal of roasted duck and Noxian delicacies, you brought Viktor to the foyer where presents waited under the glittering tree. He froze at the sight of the neatly wrapped presents, his brow furrowing. There was quite a few that had his name on them. Some were huge and others were tiny.
“You didn’t need to do this,” he murmured, his voice quieter than usual.
“Probably not,” you admitted, sitting him down on the couch. “But I wanted to. Now, no arguments and open them.”
He sighed, but there was no real protest as he carefully undid the first present. It was a high-quality leatherbound notebook, its pages thick and unlined. Perfectly suitable for sketches and notes. His fingers ran over the cover, and you swore you saw his expression soften.
“I noticed you always run out of space in your current one,” you said.
“This is very thoughtful of you, my love. ” he said, his voice warm, if a little uncertain. “Thank you.”
“Keep going,” you urged, handing him the next one.
One by one, Viktor unwrapped the gifts: custom-fit gloves designed to protect his hands during lab work, an assortment of rare metals and components he could use for his inventions, and even a set of finely crafted gears engraved with his initials. With each gift, his protests about the extravagance softened, replaced by genuine curiosity and gratitude.
“You truly thought of everything, did you?” he said as he unwrapped a personalized toolkit. “I—this is too much.”
“It’s not too much,” you countered, sitting beside him and resting your head on his shoulder. “You give so much of yourself to your work, Viktor. To helping others. You deserve to be taken care of, too.”
He tilted his head, looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. “My love,” he said softly, his accent deepened as he called you by your nickname. “I am not used to such kindness.”
“Well, get used to it,” you teased, reaching for his hand. “This is what being with me consists of. Over-the-top holidays and way too many gifts, more than you can count.”
Viktor chuckled, a rare sound that made your chest swell with warmth. “I suppose I should prepare myself for more of these traditions,” he said, though his tone was teasing. “Will there always be so many sweets?”
“Oh, absolutely,” you said, gesturing toward the tray of pastries you’d brought in earlier. “And don’t think I didn’t see you sneaking another slice of that chocolate tart.”
He flushed slightly but didn’t deny it. “It was adequate.”
You gasped, feigning offense. “Adequate? That tart is a masterpiece, Viktor.”
“I suppose I might require another slice to confirm my theory,” he replied, his tone perfectly deadpan, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. The night continued with quiet laughter and more stories shared. Viktor, ever the curious, asked endless questions about your family’s traditions. You told him about the history of the decorations, the origins of the dishes, and even a few embarrassing childhood memories that left him smirking.
As the fire crackled and the snow fell steadily outside, you leaned into Viktor’s side, feeling his arm shift to make you more comfortable. “Thank you for letting me pamper you for once,” you said softly.
He glanced down at you, his amber eyes catching the glow of the firelight. “Thank you for showing me something new,” he said. “Perhaps… I could learn to enjoy these traditions.”
“That’s the spirit,” you said, stifling a yawn. “Next year, we’ll make it even better.”
“Next year?” he asked, his tone laced with mock disbelief. “I will need a year to recover from this one.”
You laughed, swatting his arm gently. “Oh, please. You’ll miss it the moment you’re back in that freezing lab.”
“Perhaps,” he admitted quietly, his voice thoughtful. “Though I think it is not the place I will miss.”
You blinked, glancing up at him. The way he looked at you then with a rare, unguarded look. It made your heart stop for a second.
“Merry Christmas, Viktor,” you said softly.
He smiled, leaning his head against yours. “Merry Christmas, my love.”
A/n I know the timeline is a little different from the movie,I just changed it around to suit the story. Pls enjoy. Sorry for taking so long🥺
"We didn't use a condom."His wide eyes were full of realization and panic.
He could hear Ivan ripping him a new one now,the severity of what could come of his getting carried away and lost in his passion with you making his heart race in panic.
"Viktor."You kept repeating his name until he finally met your gaze,the fear in his eyes making your heart melt. "Sweetheart,I need you to relax. Breathe."You instructed,watching the man follow your instructions.
"What are we going to do?"He whispered.
"You're going to relax."You ordered,rubbing his tense shoulders. You felt the man melt with your touch,smiling when he finally looked less tense. Grabbing his hand,you guided it to your upper arm.
"What is that?"He asked feeling the little rod in your arm.
"My birth control."You smiled,nudging his nose with yours before pecking his lips. "So you can relax,you haven't impregnated me."You giggled,moving to climb off of the man's lap. His hands came to your hips and held you in place,his panic subsiding slowly.
"So last time.."He trailed off.
"Safe sex,moy medved."You caressed his bearded cheeks,meeting his hazel eyes. "You're too handsome to risk not knowing what women are throwing themselves at you. We just got carried away today."
His deep laugh caught you off guard,the man laying back with you on top of him. "There is no one for me but you,malyshka. That day,this one,and the ones to come. Besides I...you were the second woman I was with."He adverted his shy gaze,embarrassed at his lack of experience.
"Good. I don't want anyone but you. And I don't want you to want anyone else, just me."You kissed him quickly,rolling out of the bed before his grip could stop you. "But now,since we're only going to be with each other only,we can take advantage of this."He watched you walk towards the bathroom,smirking when you stopped at the entrance.
"Aren't you going to join me?"You asked coyly before turning to enter the bathroom and turn the shower on,knowing the man wouldn't be able to resist following you.
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You laughed when Viktor signed for the food,the large man watching as the room service attendant set up the table and left. You let him pull you into his lap,the boxer finishing his plate and most of yours.
You caressed the light bruise on his face,the boxer leaning into your touch. He leaned up,desperate to feel your kiss when his phone rang. Annoyed he let you off his lap,you beginning to clean up when he answered the phone. The conversation was brief,Viktor's eyes watching you in his long sleeved shirt.
"I have to talk to my father."He sighed,pressing his front to your back. "I'll be back."
"Be quick."You pouted,smiling when he kissed your pouting lips. "And bring your clothes."
He nodded,kissing you quickly before dressing and leaving swiftly.
It was a while before Viktor returned and you were already ready for bed,his small bag dropped by the door before he began to undress and ready himself for bed. He was silent throughout the ordeal,a frown tugging at your lips but you held back your questions wanting him to come to you.
Viktor pulled the covers back and slid in the large bed,mere seconds passing before he turned to you and laid his arm across your tummy and buried his face in the crook of your neck.
"You can tell me when you're ready."You whispered softly,nails scraping his scalp softly. You felt his tense body begin to relax in your hold,bearded lips planting kisses along your neck.
"Argument with my father."He mumbled into your neck,curling his large body into yours. "I told him I want to spend time with you before going back."
"What did he say?"You sighed,hands rubbing his shoulders.
"Doesn't matter,I have 3 days to spend with you and I don't want to waste them talking about my father."He mumbled laying his cheek on your shoulder. "I've never had something like this before,I want to make the most of the time we have."
"Then that's what we'll do baby."You grinned,stroking his bearded jaw line softly. "Just you,me,and the big apple."
Viktor moved to lay with his face buried in the crook of your neck,the large boxer pressing himself as close to you as possible. You smiled at his soft moans to your hands rubbing his back,up his neck,nails scraping his scalp softly.
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The next morning Viktor watched you dress quietly, while he tied his old sneakers. He pulled his jacket on when he stood,his towering frame nearing you surprisingly quiet given his size.
"So what will we do today?"He asked,buttoning your coat up.
"Let's just see some sights."You returned the favor,patting his chest once you buttoned the last button. "I think it's best if we go to the city."
"Whatever you want."Viktor nodded,hands coming to cup your face. He leaned forward,his lips pressing against yours gently. "I just want to be with you."
You smiled,pecking his lips quickly. "I just want to be with you too."
He followed after you,the cab ride longer with traffic. His loving gaze never left you,watching with a soft smile as you looked out the window excitedly.
"Medved,are you listening?"You laughed,stroking his bearded jaw gently.
"Sorry printsessa,your beauty distracts me."He grinned sheepishly,leaning into your touch.
"We're almost there."You smiled at his words,grabbing his large hand.
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After a day in the city and another in Brooklyn,you gave in to Viktor's choice of spending the last day together in the hotel away from everything.
The day went by fast,Viktor enjoying just being with you in the simplest ways. He found the day very well spent in bed,making love and taking breaks to talk and eat before resuming. He found that this was the best way to spend time together and he enjoyed it the most.
His soft breathing made you believe he was asleep, his pout when you stopped scratching his scalp proving otherwise.
"Why'd you stop?"He pulled you closer,mumbling into your chest.
"Sorry."You bent,kissing his head. "I thought you were asleep."You resumed the soft scratches,the large man humming in pleasure.
"I want to be like this forever."He mumbled,kissing your chest softly.
"Forever? That's a long time."You laughed,hand sliding down his back slowly.
You sighed,dropping your purse on your coffee table before pulling your coat off. It was nice to get away for a few days,Viktor making the experience easy to enjoy.
You were enjoying getting to know the mysterious fighter,despite the disapproval from Ivan on both your relationship and the decision for the two of you to spend more time together in New York.
Viktor told you about Adonis accepting to fight him again,despite Adonis being like your brother you promised Viktor that you weren't upset with him but if you had to be honest with yourself you weren't quite sure where you stood on the matter.
Viktor winning meant Adonis would lose,the matter insignificant next to the injuries you were sure would follow. On the flip side Adonis winning would mean Viktor losing and you could only imagine what that would do to him,already imagining the defeat that he would feel.
Beginning the mundane act of unpacking and stepping back into the reality of responsibilities and obligations you heaved a sigh and shook the thoughts away. You smiled at Viktor's shirt,smelling his cologne on the dark material.
"Keep it."He whispered,smiling when you joined him in the large bed.
"Keep what?"You asked,snuggling into the man's warmth.
"My shirt."He tugged lightly at the shirt,enjoying how you looked drowning in the material.
"I already have one."You hummed,kissing his neck lightly.
"And I want you to have another."He pulled your leg over his,running his fingers through your hair. "Don't want you to miss me too much."
"It will be hard not to,I won't see you for a long while."Your hand rubbed his chest slowly,enjoying being so close to him. "You're going to end up without shirts."You giggled,not feeling close enough to him as you snuggled into him more.
"I'd happily be with no shirts if it means seeing you in them."He smiled.
"It won't be you,but it'll be enough until I can see you again."You sighed.
"I know printsessa,I will miss you more."He sighed,not ready for the time you guys were spending together to end. "But I will make you proud."
"I will always be proud of you Viktor,no matter what."You cupped his right cheek,meeting his shy gaze.
"Promise?" He asked,the shy boy who just wanted to be loved and approved of shining through.
"I promise."You whispered,kissing him after.
You placed both of his folded shirts to the side,unpacking the rest of your clothes. You had just started the washer when your phone rang,smiling at Viktor's name.
"Hello,moy medved."You greeted,missing the man despite having just seen him.
"Moya printsessa."His deep voice made you shiver,a flash of the intimate moment you shared making goosebumps arise on your skin.
"How was your flight?"You asked,wanting to hear his voice more while you moved around your apartment.
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You kissed your father on the cheek,placing the plate of spaghetti in front of him. He'd asked you to meet for dinner and you could already imagine what he was going to tell you.
"You know I love your spaghetti. You spoil me."He squeezed your hand,watching you sit across from him.
"Well I wanted a nice dinner with you before you leave."You hummed,uncovering the garlic bread.
"You know."He nodded.
"Of course dad. And I'm glad you're going to support Donnie. Now,can we enjoy our last dinner together for a while?"
"I just want to know.."The man's words died off.
"If I'll be on Viktor's side."You sighed,twirling the spaghetti. "He's asked me to support him,and I gave him my word that I will. And I'm sorry if that upsets you,but he means a lot to me."
Your father grabbed your hand,stopping your rant. "I'm not upset with you,I just wanted to know."
You nodded,squeezing his hand.When you found out that the fight was confirmed to be in Russia,you weren't sure what to feel. Deciding to just enjoy the dinner with your father you put everything boxing related out of your mind and enjoyed the now.
The time seemed to drag without seeing your father and barely talking to Viktor. Work kept you plenty busy,making sure to clear the time for Viktor's fight in Russia and to spend some time with him after.
The months were passing and soon the date of the match approached,the reality of what the results would mean weighing heavy on your mind. The tiredness of the gym was exactly what you needed to fall into a much needed sleep.
Your nerves were shot,despite talking with Bianca and her assuring you that things were fine with the two of you and her asking if you'd be Amara's godmother,you couldn't help but feel guilty. Bianca understood how torn you were with the rematch,but she could see it in your eyes.
You were falling in love with Viktor Drago.
You had promised him to be on his side tonight,the seat close to the ring by his corner. You watched a familiar looking woman approach the seats close to where you sat,realizing it was Viktor's mother and her new husband.
"You know Viktor?"She stopped in front of you,you standing to not let her intimidate you.
"I do."You nodded,raising a brow as she eyed your red jumpsuit.
"You're the Balboa girl."She said,a certain distaste detectable in her tone.
"And you're the woman that walked out on her son and husband."You matched her tone,watching anger cross her and her husbands face. "I know more than you'd think,so don't think you can look down on me because you feel all high and mighty because of who your husband is."
You stood there as she walked away,smirking to yourself when you realized the truth coming from you pissed her off. You sat down in victory,checking your phone before you heard the chanting of 'Drago' begin. You stood to see the fire shoot out,music beginning as Viktor walked out.
You watched Viktor walk out,the bright red robe he wore catching your eye. Contact had been scarce while he trained,a text here and there the most frequent form of contact. You watched him confidently strut into the ring,approaching the ring to wish him luck.
He neared the ropes,smiling when he reached you. His eyes drank you in,quite enjoying the way your red jumpsuit fit.
"You look beautiful,moya printsessa."He leaned against the ropes,watching your hands come to his glove covered ones.
He nodded,bumping your fists lightly. "I missed you. Too much,and I realized.."His words died when he noticed his mother sitting in the crowd. He shook his head,turning his focus back to you. "I realized that I love you."
His words felt like a blow right to the ribs,the breath knocked out of you at his confession.
"Viktor I.."
Right then the lights dimmed,patterned lights flashing as Bianca walked out with Adonis, your father at his other side,her voice sent chills down your spine. You stepped down,making your way to your seat. Her song was short but the message was clear,she was supporting Adonis just as much as you were supporting Viktor.
You watched Ivan pull the robe off Viktor as your father pulled Adonis' off. The two older boxers stared each other down,Viktor's eyes wandering back to Ludmilla.
The bell rung,both fighters going all in from the beginning. The intensity was nerve wracking.
You watched as Ivan yelled things out for Viktor,your father doing the same. You watched the fight as much as you could while you watched Viktor's parents,both adults proud of their son in the second round. You watched Viktor incorporate some of your advice from New York,throwing Donnie to the floor but refraining from striking him.
The third round went back and forth,you watching Adonis make his comeback. Your knee bounced nervously, loyalties torn between the important men in your life.
Round 4 went to Viktor,your father entering the ring when Viktor landed a hit after the bell which
Round after round both men put their best into striking each other. Blow after blow had you on the edge of your seat,Viktor's strength was undeniable but so was Adonis' tolerance. You stood when Viktor grabbed Adonis' arm and struck his side twice, the ref not calling and taking Viktors point.
You watched both fighters go to their corners,Viktor looking back towards where you sat smiling small when you gave him a little wave. The bell rang and Viktor went out with determination. Adonis fell to the floor with a yell,rising after a few moments. You could see the difference in Adonis' fighting,the man clearly taking the punishment. You could see Viktor tiring not believing the way Adonis wouldn't just stay down,Adonis rising from the floor and going straight for Viktor and soon dropping him.
"Get up."You whispered,watching Viktor rise and beat the count. You noticed Viktor was ahead on points,really just needing to stay in the fight to win. "Take the time."You mumbled,watching him rise and both fighters going back at it.
Adonis dropped Viktor again,Ludmilla rising when Viktor fell. She walked out,you following right after her with determination. Your steps were loud and angry,hand reaching for the arm of the woman who was currently queen of your shit list.
You didn't know that Viktor saw you both retreating,the sight clearly devastating him. He rose and still fought,clearly tired of how far this fight had come but the weight of his mother leaving yet again and you following after her weighed heavy on his mind.
"Hey!"You yelled. "Hey! Stop!"
Ludmilla turned,not happy to see you there. "What do you want?"
"How dare you walk out on him again?"You were livid,determined to lay her out and give her a piece of your mind.
"That is not your problem."She said simply,turning to leave.
You grabbed her arm in a fury,turning the woman to look at you with disdain on her face clear as day. "You're a shitty mother,and a horrible person. You don't deserve him."
"And you think you do? Viktor is like his father,nothing but a loser. You will be disappointed in him sooner or later. Get out while you have a chance."
"I'm not you,I wouldn't turn my back on him because of a loss. Goes to show you never even loved him or Ivan,not then and much less now. He was right,you only showed up now because it looks good for you now that your son is getting recognized and if he wins the world championship."
"And yet he still will lose,a loser. Just like his father."
You didn't know what came over you,your hand burning and her face turned to the side as the sound of your slap echoed. The slap silenced everyone around you,large men you didn't recognize grabbing your arms.
"The day you wish to reconcile with your son,it'll be too late."You struggled out of their grip,making your way back to your seat. You watched people leaving,seeing Viktor's broad back as he walked back to the locker rooms.
"Viktor!"You called,trying to follow him. Security stopped you,only letting you through when you showed them the pass Viktor had left you.
"Dad!"You called,watching the familiar man turn.
"Pumpkin."He hugged you,smiling at your sparkly earrings.
"What happened? I missed it."You sighed,annoyed that confronting Ludmilla had taken that away from you.
"Adonis won."He smiled sadly when he noticed you deflate at his words,hands cupping your face. "I'm sorry,baby girl."
"No,I'm happy for Donnie."You grabbed his wrists,not looking forward to Viktor's sad face. "Can I see him?"
Adonis was changed,Bianca and Maryanne embracing you despite everything. Adonis hugged you lightly,the man was like your brother and you were proud of him. You congratulated him before he left,turning to Rocky.
Your dad supported you as you leaned on him,slow steps eventually leading you both out of the changing room.
"Oh god,what if he thinks I abandoned him?"You sighed, tears welling in your eyes.
"You didn't."Your father rubbed your back,knowing you'd find the young fighter and make it right. "You're still here. Make it right."
You spotted Adonis leaving another locker room,eyes falling on a bruised and defeated Viktor sitting on the bench behind him. You walked in,kneeling before the man.
"Moy medved."You whispered,reaching for him. He pulled away,a low grunt leaving him. "Please look at me."
"You said you wouldn't leave me."His words almost sounded like a sob,your heart breaking at the sound. "You left me,just like she did."
"No,I didn't."You wished he'd look at you,see that you felt the same way he did. "Please look at me."You pleaded,grabbing his hands gently.
"I saw you leave right behind her."Viktor accused,pulling his hands from yours. "Go ahead,go. I'm nothing."
"You heard him."Ivan's rough voice made you stand.
"I followed her and told her off for being such a shitty person. I told her that she was a terrible mother and wife,and she.."You stopped,not wanting to hurt him more.
"She what?"Ivan asked gruffly.
"She said some terrible things and I slapped her."You admitted sheepishly,avoiding all 3 pairs of eyes on you.
"Why did you do that?"Viktor stood,clutching his side.
"Viktor,you said before the fight.."
"You don't have to say it."
"I do,because I feel that too."You reached for him,heart racing when he allowed you to reach for his wrapped hands. "I'm sorry that seeing me follow her made you think I left too,but I meant it when I said I'm with you as long as you want me to be."
"You mean that?"Viktor asked,his eyes welling with tears.
"I do."You sighed,stepping closer.
Ivan met Rocky's eyes,both men seemingly coming to terms that their children were taking their unnecessary feud and setting it on fire. Ivan nodded to Rocky,Rocky smiling back at the man.
Ivan placed the medical equipment down on the bench turning to leave so you could take care of Viktor,stopping when you called his name. The cold steel of his eyes meeting yours,his intense gaze now softer when he looked at you. He could see what his son saw,admiring the way you stuck with Viktor despite all of the disapproval and negative views on your relationship.
"I hope you see that I'm here to stay and that you can begin to accept me and our relationship."You met Ivans cold gaze with a determined look,a rare and very small smile on his face.
"We can work on it."
"That's all I ask."You grinned,holding your hand out which he reluctantly shook.
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Viktor had shown you around his hometown,Ivan very slowly beginning to warm up to you. Getting Viktor through his healing,both physically and mentally,proved to be a slow task. A week with your loving and supportive affections proved to be what Viktor needed. The man lived and breathed boxing and despite what Ivan thought you didn't let him fall behind on his training, the man catching you with Viktor often in the ring.
Ivan's cold exterior proved to be harder to breakthrough, the man not speaking more than a few words and grunts to you. You could tell his biggest concern was you distracting Viktor,but that didn't mean you were giving up on breaking down his walls.
What you didn't know was how much of a big and popular topic you became in the Drago household after you left. After a heated argument with Ivan the day after you left which resulted in Viktor lashing out in the ring and giving him the silent treatment at home. The only common ground reached when Ivan agreed to give you a chance and allow him to continue his relationship with you as long as he focused on boxing.
After spending some time with Viktor,actually getting to know Ivan beyond his cold demeaner or so you thought,you flew back to Philly to join your father on the trip to go see your brother.
"Dad."You called,turning to see the man frozen in fear. "Come on."You grabbed his hand,lightly pulling the man to the door.
You knocked lightly,the door opening and your nephews adorable face was the first thing you saw.
"Auntie Y/N!"Your nephew yelled, hugging your legs tightly.
"Hello my love!"You leant down to hug him,kissing his cheeks. "Look at you! So big and handsome!"
"Who's this?"He asked.
"Who's at the door?"Your brother asked,a smile breaking out on his face when he saw you at the door. "Oh my god! What are you doing here?"
"I brought a friend."You shrugged. Rocky stepped out from behind you,a sheepish look on his face.
"Hey,Robert."Rocky said softly.
"Who is that, dad?"Logan asked, eyes wide in curiosity.
"This is your grandfather."Robert said, smiling softly.
"You look just like his mother."Rocky grinned.
"Yeah,I know."Robert nodded. "Do you want to come inside?"
Rocky sniffled, wiping his eyes and following behind you. You leaned against the wall and watched him interact with Logan,Robert coming to hug you softly.
"Thank you for this."He whispered.
"You're welcome."You whispered back. "I'm glad we came."
Things were changing, and for the better.
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Part 5????
I know im suuuuper late but I kept changing things and just decided to say eff it and post what I had. Let me know what you think pls!!!
Do you think Viktor dreams about the relief of floating that first night with hex tech? The way that his back and leg didn’t stop him, his cane shattered and forgotten on the other side of the room as he hung in the air. Not even thinking about his disabilities for just a minute as the bliss of discovery washed over him, the blue light of hex tech radiating through the room almost as brightly as Jayce’s smile.
Do you think he realizes how much that feeling has faded in his memory as his health worsens and he has to use his crutch and his back brace without exception. Does the idea of it still push him forward as he carves the runes into his skin and touches the hexcore? That glowing light in the distance, the memory of what hextech once did for him.
Do you think he laments how not enough it is once he changes his leg? How it’s not the freedom he remembered from that night all those years ago? Do you think he wonders what the difference is? Not telling Jayce about his experiments? Not having changed his back too? Or is it something that has changed about him? A sense of wonder and purpose that he can remember having but can’t get back. A desire for something beyond survival.
