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I've practically been stalking your old ivan drago content and saw your imagine prompt for being Rocky's younger sister and having a crush on Ivan, can you IMAGINE the idea of you, being Rocky's younger sister, seeking ivan out after his life changing loss because you know what that means for him? Just being soft and understanding because even though your brother won (and there's a good reason as to why that's the appropriate ending cough cough) you feel the need to offer a shoulder and comfort ivan because you see him for what he is, the product of having to please such a demanding regime? Maybe it's just my penchant to see big strong antagonists and want to hold their face in my hands lol (like iceman, my beloved)
Gah dammit now I wanna write about this!!!!
(No seriously tho I love this, I have daydreamed about it so many times, just needed someone to convince me to write about it! But I'm doing this as a headcanon instead of an actual story because I don't think I can properly get across what I want to get across. Which is why I never wrote about this despite fantasizing about it.)
Headcanon/Preference # 28
Pictures NOT mine.
Year posted - 2023
*I'm randomly coming back to this request because I saw it in my drafts, and I'm dabbling with a few pieces with Dolphs characters again, so I wanted to finish this one. That being said, I've actually got a story I'm working on based loosely on that imagine, it's got a fun little twist to it though. So keep an eye out for that, and I apologize this took so long, but that's honestly kinda just how I roll. 😅 ALSO this isn't exactly what you asked for, but I think you'll enjoy it regardless! MY BAD!
☓Before the fight☓
☭ So before the fight you'd only seen Ivan on the TV screen. But even then you could see him for who he really was. And apparently you were the only one who could, so you kept your thoughts to yourself.
☭ You more or less threatened your brother to take you with him to Russia. And he of course tried reasoning with you, but you'd made up your mind, and he wasn't going to change it.
☭ Rocky was of course worried that the cold might get to you, so he made sure you were bundled to the nine every single day. It was sweet, but a little annoying at the same time. And you had to admit the cold was definitely harsher in Russia than Philadelphia, and that was saying something.
☭ But despite the cold, and the harsh glare from the locals, you found yourself enjoying the landscape scenery.
☭ You helped to encourage your brothers training, and despite having lost your old friend Apollo to him, you couldn't help but find yourself enamored in a way with the Soviet boxer. A fact that you kept under lock and key.
☭ You wondered most nights what would happen in the end. What would happen to Rocky if he lost? What would Ivan go through if he lost? There was just so much at stake, and you couldn't decide who you wanted to come out victorious. Well both of them if you had it your way, but you knew that wasn't an opinion.
☭ You often replayed the fight he had with Apollo in your head. You'd seen how Apollo's theatrics effected him, and how unbothered he'd been by Apollo's taunting. How precious he was, and how powerful.
☭ It made you worry for your brother, but you knew he was one tough son of a bitch. You'd been there for every single one of Rocky's fights after all, even back when he was fighting in shitty clubs.
☓During the fight☓
☭ You were sorta like Rocky's coach at this point, well maybe not coach but rather his hype-man, always had been. So you were with him when he went out to the ring, and beside him in the ring.
☭ You had to admit, seeing Ivan up close for the first time... Jesus he was huge... And very intimidating with his cold expression. Queue your curiosity and worry both spiking.
☭ You shook hands with his team, per the typical routine, and when you were about to turn and leave the ring. You found Ivan staring at you, making eye contact, and maintaining it for far longer than you probably should have.
☭ Rocky noticed your hesitance, and gently bumped his shoulder with yours, knocking you out of your stupor. You offered your older brother a small smile, and he gently bumped your chin with his glove, drawing a proper smile from you. Which in turn made him smile.
☭ He didn't even notice Ivan had been staring at you, or that Ivan continued to do so as you left the ring. But the announcers? The fans? They noticed. So around the world people wondered if maybe it had been a bad idea letting you go to this fight.
☭ Before the fight started, you stood beside the ropes in Rocky's corner, and made good on tradition. Resting your foreheads together you said a prayer and wished him luck, smiling when he kissed the crown of your head before breaking away.
☭ All throughout the fight, you found yourself feeling rather queasy, you'd never experienced that before during any of Rocky's fights. You knew subconsciously because it wasn't just because of your worry for Rocky.
☭ You realized pretty quickly into the fight, that far more was riding on Ivan winning than Rocky. For Rocky if he lost, he would have been humiliated, and failed in avenging Apollo... But Ivan. You knew he would suffer far worse if he lost.
☭ You didn't have to speak Russian to know that his entire life would be determined by the outcome of this fight. If he won he'd be a hero, like Rocky was back home. But if he lost, odds are he'd loose everything he's come to know. How perceptive of you.
☭ Often you'd find yourself looking to Ivan when they were separated for a short break. Almost always finding him already staring at you, his expression dark and furious. Which admittedly made you a little nervous, but you didn't feel his frustration was directed at you.
☭ By the time they were both bloody and exhausted, you were on the brink of tears. And both men had noticed. Rocky trying to comfort you as best he could during his breaks, despite the fact that his state of mind was more important. (Something you kept reminding him about, but he didn't care. He's a good brother.)
☭ Ivan did nothing but watch, wondering if you were afraid for your brother, afraid for himself, or if perhaps you were afraid of him at this point? A series of thoughts that only confused him, and distracted him more than he'd care to admit.
☭ When Ivan picked that man up by his throat, you found that the tears had finally escaped, rolling down the apples of your cheeks as he shouted in Russian. His eyes found yours in the commotion, and he was certain he'd gotten his answer to his earlier ponderings.
☭ Little did he know you were crying for him, not because of his actions.
☓After the fight☓
☭ The crowd had boomed with excitement, and many people rushed the ring to celebrate with Rocky. You had watched as Ivan was led out by his team, and you didn't think twice about following them.
☭ When his team realized you'd followed them, they tried to shoo you away, but then Ivan noticed it was you, and barked at them to leave in his native tongue. Perplexed they complied and left you alone in the locker room.
☭ "What are you doing here?" He questioned, his accent think and heavy, like honey to your ears. "I..." You were at a loss for words. "I'm not sure... I-." He scoffed at you before turning away, looking at himself in the mirror, and glancing at you through it.
☭ "I guess I just wanted to see how you were... If you're... If you're okay." You tried to make sense of the way you felt, you knew you were drawn to him, you just didn't know why. He simply kept watching you through the mirror as you fumbled adorably over your explanation.
☭ But what you said next really caught him by surprise. "Your hands... Are your hands okay?" You'd asked, now looking at him through the mirror, he turned to you with confusion evident on his expression. No one ever asked if his hands were okay after a fight before, not even his wife.
☭ "I'm usually the one that mends Rocky's hands after a fight... Are your... Are your hands okay?" You explained yourself, taking a tentative step towards him, freezing in place when he stepped towards you.
☭ "You are afraid of me." He stated. "Not exactly." You quickly defended yourself. "I'm not afraid of you... I'm anxious around you." You added, thinking he'd accept that response. "What is the difference?" Ivan argued, watching you approach him.
☭ "My heart is racing, but it isn't because of fear." You tried to explain, feeling incredibly sheepish, especially considering you knew he was married. "I know fear... And you do not inflect fear in me." You added, sort of hoping he wouldn't understand what you meant.
☭ Thankfully he did. "I feel it as well." He admitted in a soft tone, not wanting to startle you as you gently unwrapped his wrist wraps. He noticed how you flushed at his confession, it made him smile softly.
☭ You tended to his busted up hands with a gentle touch, more gentle than he's used to. And by the time you'd finished, he couldn't help himself and he kissed you.
☭ It was tender the way he tilted your head back with his index finger, slowly leaning in to give you the opportunity to turn away if you wanted, but you didn't turn away.
☭ It's probably the most wholesome moment of his life, and yes I'm taking into account the birth of his son Viktor.
☭ You were just so sweet, peering up at him with big doe eyes. Foreheads resting together you both forgot about the world around you, if only for a moment.
☭ Ivan just wanted to wrap you in his arms and stay that way forever. He wasn't sure why he was so drawn to you, but he had been enamored with you long before you even knew about him.
☭ Granted you had just been a face on the screen of his TV, but that didn't stop his heart from fluttering at the mere sight of you. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps you were made for eachother, separated from eachother across the world.
☭ After what felt like hours the moment was ruined, because down the hall you could hear Rocky calling your name, probably worried sick about where you'd disappeared to.
☭ "I have to go." You whispered, despite not wanting to. "I know." Ivan murmured equally saddened. "Until we meet again." He added before giving you one last kiss, breaking away and leaving right before Rocky barged in. His heart shattering in his chest, as he knew you'd probably never see eachother again.
☭ "There you are!" Rocky breathed a sigh of relief, and practically fell into your arms. He never questioned why you were in Ivan's locker room, and he never questioned why you'd run off like that. (He had a feeling he didn't want to know.)
☓Years later☓
◈ You hadn't seen him since his fight against Rocky. And you wondered if he'd even recognize you anymore. Or if you'd even see him that is.
◈ You knew about his son, and his determination to fight Adonis Creed.
◈ What you hadn't honestly expected, was for him to show up your brother's restaurant, atleast not unannounced.
◈ "Rocky we need-" You cut yourself off as you laid eyes on him, he looked even more handsome than you'd remembered. Frozen in place you jumped when Rocky touched your arm.
◈ "You okay?" He asked with a soft expression, wordlessly pulling you into a hug when you nodded your head yes.
◈ "(Y/n)." Ivan had approached you both, and you could tell Rocky didn't trust him. "Hello Ivan." You smiled softly, those old butterflies from before fluttering around in your belly.
◈ You'd secretly been sending letters to Ivan for years, and while you sent them religiously, you only ever received a handful in return. Not that you minded, you understood, better than anyone.
◈ "Still so beautiful." He mused as if Rocky wasn't standing right there, his hand coming up to brush his knuckles across your cheek bone. Rocky was quick to put himself between you and Ivan of course, ever the protective brother.
◈ "Rock." You placed your arm on his bicep, gently tugging at his arm, a reassuring smile on your face when he turned to look at you. "It's okay." You reached up cupping your brothers cheek, smiling as you felt him relax under your touch.
◈ When you looked to Ivan again, you asked him if he would like to take a small walk. Rocky immediately tried arguing against it, but you assured him you would be fine, and he listened to you begrudgingly.
◈ "You look good Ivan." You'd mused as you walked side by side, just the two of you, as he'd made Viktor wait in the car. "I've missed you." He admitted, making you smile. "And I've missed you." You found it funny that he could still make you blush.
◈ "I kept all of your letters." He added in a soft tone, again making you smile. "Yeah?" You stopped walking and he turned to you, taking your hands in his. "Of course." He smiled.
◈ "You were always on my mind." Ivan murmured quietly before wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his head into your neck. You quickly wrapped your arms around his large shoulders, your right hand coming to rest against the back of his head.
◈ "You know... I never married." You mused thoughtfully, hoping he wouldn't think you crazy. "I couldn't bring myself to love anyone else." You added when he pulled back from the hug.
◈ "I would have given anything to have you by my side, helping me raise Viktor." Ivan closed his eyes for a moment, thinking back on his fantasy. "Want about now?" You wondered aloud before you could stop yourself, and Ivan smirked.
◈ "You would want that? Want me?" He asked with a small smile, adoration shining in his eyes. You cupped his face between your hands, pulling him down to your height so you shared the same air. "It's all I've ever wanted Ivan." He visibility melted into your touch.
◈ Needless to say the world was shocked to see you by Ivan's side, and even more so when you announced your engagement. Rocky tried to "reason" with you, claiming it was a rash decision. But you told him about everything, the moment you shared with Ivan in Russia, the letters, and the way he made you feel, the way he'd always made you feel.
◈ Rocky came to realize your love for Ivan, was like his love for Adrian. He knew you never really dated, or let yourself get attached, especially after his fight with Ivan. And despite his past with the Russian, he supported you (warning Ivan about what would happen if he broke your heart like any good brother would.), and he attended your wedding of course.
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MORE THAN A FRIEND [ a. creed ]
↬︎ movie: Creed
↬︎ warning(s): swearing
↬︎ pairing: Adonis Creed x black!reader
PLOT. adonis realizes that you’re more than just a friend to him.
*gif not mine*
For as long as you’d known Adonis Creed, you had never seen him so conflicted and plagued by something in your entire life. This fight against Drago, an indirect enemy, was eating away at him. Whether he chose to acknowledge it or not.
You could see it in the way he fidgeted more and how he blew up at Rocky for just trying to help. As a friend, you knew better than to try and make him see reason. But as a best friend, you would be remiss if you didn’t at least say something.
But that wouldn’t be the only reason why you’d say anything; you loved Donnie, more than a friend should and for the past eight years it had only gotten worse. Now, with this fight against Drago, that love was growing stronger and it fueled your desire to reach out to him.
So, that’s why you’re here...at his apartment, cooking his favorite meal before addressing the touchy subject.
“Did you want more?” You had asked him, getting up from his expensive table to put your plate in the sink.
Adonis had just finished scraping up the remnants of his third helping before he shook his head. “No ma’am. I eat anymore and this whole place finna smell like fart city.” He joked, putting his plate into your outstretched hand.
You laughed because it was true. Adonis always got gassy after eating too many carbs and his flatulence never failed to fill an entire room.
Placing the dishes in the sink, you got started on washing them. You were stalling at this point and you were sure Donnie would reprimand you at any moment for washing the dishes when you could just slide them in the dishwasher.
“Now you already know what’s coming. I have a state-of-the-art dishwasher at your disposal. Use it ma.” Adonis’s voice came from behind, his cologne strong.
You rolled your eyes and handed him the drying towel. “You keep relying on these machines like the world won’t turn into iRobot.”
“Ah hell, here we go again with the damn robot shit. You watch too many movies.” He scolded you, knowing your habit of connecting movies to real life.
“Ight, keep on. Will Smith will not be here to protect you.” You sucked your teeth, fighting the urge to giggle at your own ridiculousness.
Adonis grunted, hitting you with the slightly damp towel. “Will gone need me to protect him. Get it right.”
“Not if you fight this Drago kid.” Was the last thing you intended to say, but it came out anyways and obliterated the playful atmosphere.
Your body tensed as you saw Adonis continue to dry the plate he had, but with more sharper movements. “D...it wasn’t supposed to—”
“I was wondering when you were gonna say something. Is that why you cooked my favorite meal?” Adonis had cut you off, his tone the same but you knew he was fuming inside.
A sigh escaped your lips as you rinsed the rag out and rested your hands on the edge of the sink. You had thought out everything you were gonna say tonight, but the words wouldn’t come out.
“Adonis, just hear me out. I’m not here to reprimand you or—Adonis!!” You had raised your voice in shock as you watched the man storm out of the kitchen. Drying towel on the counter and long forgotten.
“Nah y/n! I don’t wanna hear nothing that you have to say! You supposed to be my friend, not my girlfriend!” Adonis had spoke to you sharply and more louder than before.
You expected him to be a little reluctant to hear you speak, but he tried to completely dismiss you. Shut you down before you could even speak. Now, you were a little ticked off.
“As your friend, you should know better than to assume that I wouldn’t say anything. You’re right, i’m not your girlfriend but I damn sure am someone who cares about your wellbeing!” You argued, moving to stand in front of his sitting form on the couch.
Adonis tsked and stretched out on the couch. He looked at you with harsh eyes, a hardened look on his face. “Soundin a lot like Balboa. Take that shit somewhere else.” Once again, he tried to dismiss you.
Keyword: tried.
“Balboa Donnie? You’re really up your ass with this one. Rocky and I want what’s best for you. Rocky knows firsthand what it was like to fight a Drago. He isn’t saying that you can’t do it, he’s saying that you shouldn’t! Why? Because your hard headed ass is doing it for the wrong reasons! Ivan could give two fucks about a clean fight, he wants you destroyed and if he has to use his son to do so, then so be it. Get that through your fucking head!”
“You don’t think I know that? You don’t think i’m not aware of what Rocky went through all those years ago? What he did for my dad? I can’t let this man continuously talk shit about my father, mocking his death like he’s proud of it! I can’t y/n!” Adonis’s voice crack at the end of his passionate response told you everything that you needed to know; he was hurting.
A silence had washed over the room, Adonis now sitting up and his elbows on his thighs as he buried his head in his hands. Soft sobs ran through his body and you knew he was truly upset.
“Adonis...” You whispered sadly, your eyes full of sorrow.
You understood now, why he wanted to fight the Drago kid. Why he wouldn’t take Rocky’s advice or your own. It was for his father.
Your legs acted quickly, moving to straddle him so that you could comfort him. Sensing your presence, Adonis moved his arms and wrapped them around your waist as soon as you had found purchase on his lap.
“D, I support you. I will always support you. I love you so much and you’ve been apart of my life for so long, that I worry about you whenever you get like this. If this is what you want to do, then i’ll be by your side for the whole thing. Win or lose.” You reassured, cradling his head against your chest.
Adonis’s heavy body finally relaxed under your touch and a deep breath was released. “That’s all I need. Just you by my side and i’m sorry for snapping like that.” He apologized, finally coming to his senses.
But you didn’t care about that. The way he spoke to you sounded like he wanted you. More than a friend...
Trying to play it cool, you sucked your teeth and lightly pushed his head. “Mannn I was not stunting you and stop talking to me like i’m yo girl.” You chuckled, albeit anxiously.
With a lift of his head, Adonis leaned back and kept his hands firmly at your sides. Squeezing them periodically as you peered down at him, your braids forming a curtain of privacy around you two.
“What if I want you to be my girl?”
The air subtly left your body and you were thankful of your deep chocolate skin for not giving away your true feelings. “Haha, very funny.” You fake laughed, mocking feelings of laughter because that shit wasn’t funny.
“Do it look like I’m laughing? Why is it hard for you to believe me?” He pressed, showing no signs of taking back his statement.
It shocked you that Adonis was being legit, finding it hard to grasp on to the fact that your best friend felt for you the way you did him.
“I—huh? I mean come on, you just went from making it a point to say I’m not your girlfriend to wanting me to be? Make it—“ For probably the third time that night, you were cut off.
Adonis’ lips caught you by surprise, they were the cause of you not being able to finish speaking. Your mind raced to come to terms with what was happening; Adonis Creed was finally kissing you. As quickly as it happened, his lips were gone from yours before could think about kissing back.
“You overthink things entirely too much.” Adonis pointed out, childishly smirking.
Flustered, but no longer embarrassed, you rolled your eyes with a grin and linked your arms around his neck. “Cut me off again and see what happens.”
The threat went in one ear and out the other as Adonis leaned forward again and brushed his plump lips against yours.
“Yeah, aight.” He said dismissively before kissing you again and this time, you were ready.
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The Flu
Another quick idea I had that I wanted to write about 😊. Hope you guys like it!
Pairing: Viktor Drago x Black Reader
Warnings: None
“Vik, it’s time to wake up. You gotta take your medicine.”
Stirring from your touch, he slowly sits up but not before letting out a bark like cough that you could hear rattle in his chest.
It was currently day two of him having the flu, so there was no real change in his symptoms yet. You tried to explain how that could happen sometimes to Ivan when he called earlier to see how his son was doing, but of course he said it was because the medicine wasn’t going to work and how you didn’t need to listen to the doctors.
“Fight through with exercise and let run course. This is the Russian way,” he informed, to which you politely said you’d keep the suggestion in mind if what you were doing didn’t work.
“And after you take these pills, you need to take this too so your cough can go away,” you instruct handing him the small cup of cough syrup, causing him groan.
“Why not pill for cough?”
“Because this is what the doctor recommended as the best to take,” you answer as he hands the medicine back.
“I’ll be fine, it’ll go away.”
“It will, but if you take medicine it’ll go away quicker love. Plus you don’t want it to get so bad that you have to go to the hospital do you?”
Hearing the word “hospital” seemed to quickly change his opinion as he downed the syrup in one gulp. Not without scrunching up his face in disgust after though and making you giggle.
“Alright shower time! Do you think you’ll need help?,” you ask helping him out of the bed and leading him to the bathroom.
Lightly shaking his head, he takes his arm from around your shoulders to clean himself up. “You don’t have to stay, you’ll be sick next.”
“I’ll be fine, plus the doctor gave me medicine to take too so my chance of getting sick won’t be as high. Like it or not, you’re stuck with me Drago.”
Standing on your tip toes, you kiss his cheek causing him to softly smile as he turns to run the water.
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Gently placing the tray of soup on his lap, you slide into bed next to him and cut on Netflix to watch a movie. Holding his hand, you snuggle into his side as he eats his food.
“How are you feeling?,” you ask looking up at him.
“Better, still weak,” he answers, taking a break from his soup to drink some Gatorade. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, you know I’m always here for you. Plus I’m sure Ivan would not be happy if he found out I didn’t do anything to help and you ended up in the hospital getting a shot or-”
“No shot,” Viktor quickly replies, looking down at you.
“It’s ok, you won’t need one since you’re taking care of yourself,” you answer sitting up, rubbing his back as you kiss his shoulder.
“Good. I don’t like needles.”
“Yea I can tell,” you softly laugh followed by Viktor doing the same as he looks down in his bowl.
“Big scary boxer afraid of shot doesn’t look the toughest huh?”
“It’s normal to have fears Vik, and just because you have them doesn’t mean you’re not tough. In my eyes, you’re still the big, scary boxer that I love.”
Turning to look at you, he smiles before leaning down to kiss your forehead as you wrap your arms around his waist, returning to your cuddled position within his side.
“I love you Y/N.”
“I love you too Viktor. But next year though, we’re gonna have to get a flu shot to avoid this from happening again.”
Letting out a low groan, he continues eating his soup as you rub his abdomen, happy to be with your teddy bear of a boxer.
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Fold Clothes - Part 2 - Viktor Drago x PregnantReader
So I have kept trying to add to this and nothing keeps happening, so I'm going to post this as is and maybe revise it or delete it or something
You knew this would happen. It was a weird feeling across your stomach - like an elastic band stretching, but it also felt like a muscle contracting. You held onto the bathroom sink, waiting for the weird feeling to pass. Waiting for pain to follow. But it didn't. There was the feeling of something snapping and the feeling of warm water down your legs. “Fuck sake” you sighed. “Not now. Not now. Not now!” you chant quietly to yourself. Your really didn't want it to happen now. Not without Viktor.
Knowing you could have hours before actually going into labor you decide to get your hospital bag and go through it to make sure you have everything you need.
And as you go through stuff you lay stuff out on the couch and wonder back and forth from your bedroom, off the side of the living room, the walking helps with the mild contractions.
The panicked call of your name from Viktor signals his home, and he's more than worried. He's probably seen the two bags sitting on the couch. He rushes into the bedroom to find you sitting down on the edge of the bed riding out a stronger than before contraction. His expression is one of pure panic and fear. “Viktor, its fine" you reassure.
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Of course your apartment block lift is broken, which causes Viktor to vow to fix the lift himself as you to take the stairs. While you hold the railing with one hand, Viktor has his arm wrapped around the back of your waist - practically carrying you down the stairs. You've asked him twice to go ahead and get the truck started but he refuses to leave you.
The ride to the hospital is easier than you thought it would be, your too busy trying to keep Viktor calm and relaxed to focus too much on the contractions. And when you do go quite to breath deeply, Viktor panics.
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“He's still holding her” the mean nurse grumbles, tossing your admission chart onto the nurses station. “Here -” the nice Nurse rises up out of the chair, cutting her break short. “- I'll swap you this one, for that one” She pulls out the easy chart and let's the mean nurse look it over. “Fine” is all the mean nurse says walking off with the new chart towards the patients room.
Sticking her head around the open doorway, the nice nurse sees your still asleep, and Viktor's still cradling his new baby girl. She steps into the room, with a quite “Hi” Viktor watches her make her way to your bed. “Is everything okay?” She can hear the panic in Viktor's voice. “Just fine, just doing the hourly check up. I'll do baby in a minute”
Viktor watches intently as the nurse hums along doing what she needs to do. He watches as she checks machines, you, writes things down. When she turns around Viktor's eyes are glued to you. “It's normal for new mothers to sleep a lot. Giving birth isn't an easy thing” Viktor nods with a blush.
“I need to do some observations on the baby, but can you hold her for me?” the nice nurse realises she will probably have to pry the baby out of Viktor's arms and that won't be good for anyone. Viktor nods and the nice nurse smiles that nice smile that makes even the hardened patients soften.
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“Do you want to hold her?” you offer Ivan. He stares for a minute. “You can sit down if you want” you motion to the second chair in the room. Ivan moves to it. You can feel the nervousness coming from him as you hand him your sleeping daughter. She stirs for a second making a noise that makes has Ivan stiffen. “So long as you hold her. She'll be fine. Viktor's spoilt her already” You give Ivan's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Are you ready?" the Nurse asks, standing patiently at the door. Ivan frowns at her. “I'm just going to go to the bathroom, I'll be back” you slip on the hospital dressing gown and the nurse grabs your packed duffle bag.
It's only after 5 minutes of looking around the room and at sleeping Viktor does Ivan realise that there is small bathroom attached to hospital room. When Ivan looks back down and the tiny person in his arms she gives him smile. It's a long smile, like she knows he's looking at her.
Ivan stares and watches the smile fade, and the baby wiggles in his arms to face against his chest more. Ivan let's go of a breathe he didn't realise he was holding.
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When Viktor wakes up he's surprised to see his father there. His huge frame wrapper around the soft candy floss blanket that surrounds his daughter. Ivan is so busy starring down at the tiny bundle Viktor has to clears his throat to make Ivan look up.
“Where's (y/n)?” Viktor aks breaking the silence. “She said something about a bathroom” Viktor frowns noticing the small ensuite bathroom attached to the room is empty.
Viktor's Arms feel weird without the tiny weight of his daughter. His hands itch to have her back, but she seems happy with Ivan so he doesn't bother either of them.
"You were this small" Ivan muses, still looking down at the baby. "Do you have a name yet?" Viktor nods, a small smile on his face. "A few" he explains. Viktor reached for a piece of paper on the bedside table. "there's Amera, Mia, Dinah, Hanna…"
For the next couple of hours Ivan and Viktor discuss names.
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“Grandpa Ivan!” your daughter, Lily, screams, sprinting across the park grass to Ivan. She moves so quickly, then launches herself into Ivan's arms. Viktor realises that she may be an athlete after all - a sprinter.
"Careful" you call, watching Lily climb from the top of the climbing frame onto Ivan's shoulders. Viktor quitely laughs next to you. "That's your fault you know. You're the one that's gonna have to explain to her that she can't kept climbing on people, that there's an age limit to piggyback rides" you laugh. Viktor stares on with a smile. "I'll be able to pick her up for a while"
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Strolling home from the park, your daughter is still full of life. Bouncing high on her feet, recalling all the things she did with Grandpa Ivan. “I love all my Grandma's and Grandpa's” she announces to anyone and everyone. “But… Grandpa Ivan is my favourite” she muses. She skips higher, then changes the subject. “Can I be a frog when I grow up?” She turns with a yawn, reaching out for Viktor. He scoops her up in one movement and she molds against him. “Daddy” Viktor hums in response but doesn't get a reply. When you look beside your Lily is falling asleep with a yawn.
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Adorn👊🏽 Viktor Drago
Song: Adorn- Miguel
A/N: HOW TF DO I GET WORD COLORS LIKE YALL USE FOR PRIDE😤
Warnings: angst (reader and father), smut, fluff
Relationship: Viktor Drago x black plus sized reader
“What’s been the biggest challenge you’ve overcame” I ask
“Um facing my fears what about you?” Viktor looks at me. We’re both laying on my bed in a deep conversation. Something we do a lot.
“Accepting myself I never thought I was pretty and I just said well it costs too much to pay for how I really wanna look”
“Y/N” I look at him “you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Inside and out. I see the way you look at yourself and your stretch marks but I need you to tell me your beautiful I really want you to feel it. Tell me”
“I’m beautiful” he smiles and goes back to looking up at my ceiling.
“What’s your biggest fear?” He asks
I hesitate for a moment “losing you”
“Why?”
“Because you keep me sane” I smile. He grabs his phone and checks the time “shit”
“What?” We both sit up
“I have a match tonight and I’m gonna be a little late my dads gonna kill me but it was worth it”
“Go head”
“Will you come?” He asks
I hesitate again. I don’t like seeing my best friend specifically being beat up.
“I understand if you don’t”
“I’ll think about it” he nods and stands up. I hug him and walk him out the door.
“Bye” he waves. I wave back and watch Viktor walk off.
I close the door and sigh. It’s a big night for him but he knows how much I hate seeing him hurt. It gives me anxiety.
I groan and go to my bathroom turning on the shower water.
...
I look in the mirror at my outfit. I fix my hair and walk out the door with my keys and purse in my hand.
I drive to the venue and get through security.
I walk to his dressing room remembering from the first and clearly not the last time I was here
I knock on the door and Ivan, his father opens it. His face hardens and he says something to Viktor in Russian. I roll my eyes and open the door all the way seeing Viktor suited up in shorts with some dark blue and a little bit of lavender but no gloves on.
“I’m so glad you came you look good” he smiles
“Thank you” I blush
“What is she doing here” Ivan says
“I’m here to support him” I’ve tolerated his shit long enough. He hates me and thinks I’m a distraction for Viktor
“He doesn’t need your support”
“And I don’t need to explain myself any further to you or YOU” I yell pointing at his father and mother.
Viktor yells in Russian and his parents leave the room leaving us alone.
“I’m sorry maybe I shouldn’t have came” I’m about to turn away but he grabs my hand.
“Please I need you Y/N please don’t leave me right now”
I can see he’s scared in his eyes.
“Ok” he hugs me and I smile.
“Ok listen go out there and make me proud you always do so it should be easy” I cup his face smooshing his lips together.
“Only if you promise to walk out with me” I nod letting go. I help him get his gloves on it was a struggle with my long nails.
“Ready?” He nods taking a deep breath.
We walk it and Ivan glares at me. I flip my hair and continue walking with him. His theme music hits and we walk out. The crowd is cheering him on and all the girls are glaring at me. I could care less.
“Go be great with your lavender” he laughs kissing my cheek. I sit in the front and his father sits next to me.
“You’ll never be good enough for my son he’s only using you for the ass you have” he whispers in my ear.
I nod staying quiet. The announcer screams the names in the microphone.
“In the right corner we have 6’4 245 lbs of steel Viktor Drago” Viktor waves towards everyone keeping his eyes on the opponent “and in the left corner we have 6’4 212lbs Javier Hernandez”
Everyone boos for him and he keeps his eyes locked on Viktor. The announcer leaves and the referee explains the rules and stands to the side letting the boys square up.
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Javier has the slight upper hand. I’ve been cheering along the way.
“Come on V” I cheer clapping. Just then he gets side swiped and knocked to the ground. I cover my mouth losing my breath for a split second.
“Viktor get up” I scream. He’s still out and the referee is already at 3. I go up to the gate and scream his name.
“Viktor get up come on” he opens his eyes and the ref is at 6. He jolts up and it was like a lightning bolt watching him get up. The ref stops the count and lets them go at it again. Viktor pops him with an uppercut and Javier stumbles a little”
“Come on V” he watches me and Ivan touches my arm.
“Don’t touch me” I warm pointing my finger at Ivan. His wife walks up and gets in my face.
“Shut up what are you gonna do” he asks stepping towards me.
“Don’t test me Ivan you got the wrong one and I don’t know why you have your little lap dog in front of you like either of you will do something”
The referee starts counting and I see Javier on the ground. It feels like a lifetime waiting for him to get to 10. Javier tries to pull himself up at 8 but by the time he gets to 10 it’s a TKO.
I scream smiling. They open the ring door for us and I hug him.
I kiss his plump lips and he looks at me hungrily. He kisses me again and his mother grabs my hair. I start seeing red and wild out swinging on her in every direction.
Strong arms grab my waist pulling me off and I get out of his grip going back at her. I’m pulled off again and when I realize who grabs me I see it’s Ivan yelling at me in Russian.
He’s really in my face like nose to nose. I slap him hard across the face. Security grabs me taking me out the ring as I struggle to get out of their grip.
I’m pulled into the lobby of the venue and they handcuff me.
“Let me go” I yell. Viktor runs out holding my purse and demands they let me go.
“Let her go she didn’t do anything”
“Sir are you sure-“
“Yes he’s sure” I yell
“Yes I am”
They release me and I look at Viktor who has a smile on his face.
“I was wondering when you were gonna pop off”
“I’m going home” I shake my head turning on my heels. He grabs my waist and kissing my neck.
“I’ll stop by ok?” I nod. Viktor leans down kissing me again this time the kiss lasting much longer.
“Viktor they want to interview you. Now” Ivan scowls at me and I roll my eyes sighing.
“I’ll talk to him” I nod and peck Viktor once more before leaving.
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I’m sitting at home in an oversized t-shirt watching friends. I jolt when a pound goes off on the door.
I get up and look through the peephole seeing it’s Viktor. He’s fuming. I open the door.
“Ba-“ he stops me mid sentence with a breath-taking kiss. Viktor pushes me against the wall picking me up.
“Is this ok?” He stops searching in my eyes
“Yes please I need you” I’ve been wanting him to fuck me for the longest time.
“Do you mind if we go rough I need to let this anger out but promise me you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you”
“I promise” he goes back to that mind blowing kiss. Viktor pushes my arms above my head and pulls up my t-shirt. He slides his hand down in my underwear collecting my wetness and using that to rub my clit. I exhale harshly and push my hips forward for more.
He pushes one finger inside of me. Then another. I close my eyes as he juts his fingers upward on my g-spot. My breathing becomes heavier and I take my arms down holding him in another kiss.
“I need you inside of me” I beg. He removes his fingers and sucking off my juices and trust me there were a lot.
V drops his pants and grabs a condom from his wallet.
Viktor reaches down rolling it on. He’s as hard as a rock and bigger than I expected. He sinks me down slowly. It’s a little painful.
“You ok?” He stops
“Keep going all the way” He watches me as he continues pushing forward. Once he’s all the way inside of me I squeeze myself around him. He groans and starts slow. I’m finally used to him and I can’t the vanilla shit anymore.
“Viktor if you don’t drill my shit” I groan. He puts one hand on the wall and relentlessly pounds into me.
“Just like that” our bodies are knocking against the wall but my moans drown out those sounds.
“Look at you taking my dick so we’ll baby” he starts speaking in Russian and I moan louder. My hand moves down to his butt trying to push him further into me.
“I love the way that tight fat pussy wraps around me don’t you beautiful”
“Yes yes Viktor I’m cumming” he pushes my knees against the wall thrusting further into me. “Lemme hear you Y/N” he pounds harder into me and I scream in undeniable pleasure.
“That’s it” he grunts a few times as his thrusts become sloppier and slower.
Once we’re both exhausted he just stays inside of me.
“Was that too rough?” He asks
“No it was amazing. Do you wanna talk about it?”
“I told my father either he respects you or I find a new manager”
“Viktor you didn’t-“
“I know what I have to do Y/N and I chose you whether or not he agrees with it”
I kiss him smiling “can you carry me to the bed I need another nap”
“Nap? Baby I’ve just gotten started” he carries me to my bedroom closing the door with his foot.
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Protector
Viktor Drago x Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff
inspired by an anon that asked @dragothishole what Viktor would do if Ludmilla was talking shit about him and his s/o got tired of hearing it and slapped her like she deserves.
As soon as I read that ask I was like...yo I neeeed to write this so i hope y’all enjoy it ily!!!
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Your blood was boiling and she hadn’t even been in the room for more than a few minutes.
You tried to focus on Viktor, wondering what this must be like for him.
He didn’t talk about his mother very much but since starting a relationship with you, he told you about how she left him and Ivan when he was kid and then again when he lost against Creed and sure, you’d never met her before but you already hated her.
You were more angry about it than he was which he understood, you were gonna have issues with any person that hurt him.
While he still sometimes struggled with how he felt about her and everything she had done to his family, he could really care less about her. After she left the second time around he decided he was done with her and any thoughts of having some sort of relationship with her, he wanted nothing to do with her.
It’s not that he’d let it go and was down to forgive her, he knew Ludmilla was vile and cruel but he just refused to let her have any affect on him anymore and would try to keep healing from the wounds her absence had left little by little.
You weren’t even sure why she was here, showing up completely uninvited to one of his fights. You figured she was trying to weasel her way into his life now that he was doing fights in America and was being recognized more by the boxing world but you were also aware of what she had been saying about him in the past year since the fight with Adonis and you couldn’t think about it very hard because it made you angry.
The fight had finished, giving Viktor another win and now she had made her grand entrance in one of the private rooms of the stadium, Ivan looking startled and uncomfortable and Viktor, expressionless as the wrappings on his fists were being taken off.
“Кто она такая?” (Who is she?) Ludmilla gestured to you, asking Viktor. Your Russian wasn’t the absolute best but he’d been teaching you and you were also learning on your own and could understand pretty well.
“His girlfriend.” you state immediately after she asked, your arms crossed over your chest, glaring at her.
“Oh! You speak Russian, very good! Nice to meet you.” she smiled as sweetly as possible and held out her hand but you turned your back and walked over to where Viktor was.
No way you were getting her evil energy on you.
Ivan spoke up after a second of terribly awkward silence, asking her what she was doing here.
“I wanted to congratulate Viktor on his win tonight but to remind him not to get comfortable. You still lost against Creed and he owns the heavyweight title. That’s what you want, Viktor, you shouldn’t be his friend, it’s weak of you.” she addressed him again and you swore you could feel your blood pressure go up.
Adonis and Viktor had been in contact since the fight and from what you saw it was a really good thing for both of them.
They both understood what it was like to live with their father’s legacy on their shoulders as well as being impacted directly by the night their father’s had gotten in the ring. Viktor found some comfort there, using Adonis’ support to help get him through losing that fight and to try and repair his relationship with Ivan.
Of course she’d think it was weak of him, it was clear she only saw him as a means to get more money and status and wouldn’t ever acknowledge the damage she did to him or Ivan.
“I don’t need to prove anything to you. I get bigger fights now, more recognition, I’m doing fine.” Viktor shrugged, icing his knuckles now.
You smirked at his response, proud that he was showing her that he wasn’t gonna play this game with her.
Ivan wasn’t about to say a single word, he was so far out of his comfort zone with this entire situation and while he definitely had something he could say in his son’s defense, when it came to Ludmilla, it was only harder to communicate.
“You don’t need to prove anything? Глупый! (Stupid!) You owe it to our country to be what your father failed miserably to be. They still drag your family through the dirt, it’s no wonder I had to take Drago out of my name! You will always be just a loser, a failure!” she snapped back, obviously not liking his nonchalant attitude towards her.
You on the other hand were another story.
You tried to keep yourself busy, wiping down Viktor’s chest with a towel since he was still sweaty from the fight, and making sure ice got applied to the areas on his face that were starting to swell.
You tried really hard to just let her say her bullshit and leave but each second she stood there and talked down to him and called him names you inched closer to snapping.
“How dare you call him a failure! He doesn’t owe anyone or any country a thing! It was fucked up for them to make Ivan leave Russia in the first place, it was fucked up for YOU to leave him and your OWN CHILD too but you’re actually gonna stand there and tell him that he’ll always be seen as a loser if he doesn’t do what you say? You’re wrong on so many levels!” you weren’t shouting but your voice was definitely elevated a little and your tone was full of spite.
The audacity she had to come in here and speak to your baby that way was beyond you and nobody was calling her out for literally abandoning her family so you were taking it upon yourself to do that.
“You have no business speaking to me of what’s right or wrong! Viktor, your choice of women is a disaster, why not someone famous….and with money.” she raised an eyebrow at you, looking you up and down.
“Maybe it’s because I’m not a greedy snake who’s only with him for how much money he could potentially make. I love him and would never leave him, like you left him, doesn’t matter whether he wins or loses!” you felt your fists clench at your side before his large hand covered them, trying to calm you.
“Alright, enough.You need to leave, Ludmilla. Disrespect me all you want but don’t drag her into this.” Viktor’s tone was stern, commanding even, his hand leaving yours for a second to gesture at the door.
He greatly appreciated your urge to defend him and call her out on her shit but he also didn’t want you to waste your energy on her because he certainly wasn’t.
He felt his anger rise when she had come after you because protecting you was like an instinct to him but he knew he had to tell her to leave at this point, nothing was going to be fixed this way and it was only agitating everyone.
“You’re a complete waste of a fighter! Ты позорный!” (You’re disgraceful!) she just kept talking and talking.
You weren’t sure how to even process this, she kept trash talking him and his abilities as a fighter and then connecting that to how Ivan was also weak in her eyes and you were nearly becoming homicidal from anger.
Tired of hearing her, you walked up to her and got in her face, telling her to leave like she’d already politely been told to do, not in the least bit intimidated by how tall she was at this point.
Not that it stopped her from continuing to run her mouth, she wasn’t going to take you seriously and you knew that.
“Viktor you’re the greatest disappointment to me…” she disregarded your presence and addressed him again but she didn’t have time to get another word out because the next thing you knew, your palm was connecting with her face.
You weren’t sure if it was an accumulation of all the trash talking or that specific thing that made you snap but there was no holding it in anymore.
You put all the force you could muster into that slap, satisfied with how she stumbled back and looked at you in shock.
“Do you even fucking hear yourself? He’s a disappointment? You have NO idea how much of an amazing person he is! I can’t believe you can stand here and not be begging for his forgiveness for abandoning him but instead you degrade him…” you were definitely shouting now, stalking towards her, making her move backwards as you continued to rip into her with your words.
Both Viktor and Ivan weren’t sure what had even happened for a second it all went down so quick but the sound of your hand meeting her face was sickeningly audible throughout the entire room.
Viktor had never seen you get this angry before, he’d seen you angry, but not like this, this was coming from someplace deep.
Just like it was an instinct to protect you, it was also yours to protect him and he admired your fierce defense of him, though at this particular moment, he knew he needed to take you out of the room because he wasn’t sure if Ludmilla would hit you back or do something else and he was ready for things to simmer down so he could go home with you and forget about this.
You were inches away from her now as her back hit one of the walls, happy at how shocked she still looked but not backing down from yelling at her some more.
“You don’t even deserve his time of day, he’s sweet and caring and the hardest working person I know and...Viktor stop no no! Put me down!” you felt your feet leaving the floor, a pair of familiar arms sweeping your legs out from underneath you, keeping you anchored against his chest with his other arm wrapped around your waist.
You kept screaming at her even as he carried you to the hallway outside the room, thrashing against him, trying to get out of his grip but against his size it was pointless.
“Put me the fuck down, Viktor! I wasn’t done with her, she can’t say those things to you! Viktor please!” you kept struggling against him even as he set you down, his body pressing into yours to keep you from running back into the room.
“Hey, easy, easy, calm down. I know you’re upset but listen to me, Y/N.” he tried to get you to look him in the eyes but you were pushing against his chest, trying to get him to move because fuck this entire situation, you were so angry.
“No! She doesn’t get to talk to you like that and get away with it! She doesn’t know you like I do and I can’t fucking stand her insulting you when you’ve done nothing to deserve being treated like that!” you stammered, still trying to move out from under the grip he had on you but your efforts weren’t getting you very far.
He really was a wall of solid muscle and as much as you loved that, right now all you were seeing was red.
“Shh shh I know, you’re right, you have every reason to be angry but right now I need you to calm down baby.” he cupped your chin and gently made you look up at him, your body finally giving up on fighting him.
You took a few deep breaths and nodded, knowing that you had just made a really big scene and weren’t thinking with a clear head right now.
“I don’t feel bad for hitting her but I’m sorry if that put you in a weird position, I just...I love you so much and I can’t just sit there and not defend you.” you sighed, relaxing against his hands.
He didn’t say anything for a second and when you looked up again you saw a little smile on his face.
“I don’t think you should feel bad either. It’s ok, I promise. Thank you for caring about me so much.” he pressed his forehead against yours, softly whispering that he loved you too.
A few more minutes were spent like that, Viktor wanting to be sure that you knew that while yes she deserved it, he didn’t want you to pay her any more attention because she wasn’t worth it and you eventually listened to reason, seeing his perspective.
Ludmilla finally emerged from the room, not daring to look at either of you as she stormed away, her face still visibly red which made you smirk.
You hoped she remembered that for a long time and would think twice the next time she wanted to trash talk.
Ivan followed shortly after her, feeling a mix of things from the conversation he had with her just seconds ago.
Things would probably never fully heal between them but he finally managed to say some things to her that he always wanted to say.
He wouldn’t admit this to either of you but he was glad that Viktor had someone who cared about him so deeply and you served as an example for him to be a better person to his son.
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You watched Viktor get changed back in the locker room, laughing to yourself a little.
“What?” he questioned curiously, swinging his gym bag over his shoulder as both of you made your exit.
“Um...gosh this may be awful of me to say but...how’d my form look when I hit her? You think I could have a promising career in bitch slapping?” you burst into giggles, covering your face because of how red you were getting.
He didn’t know what he was expecting you to say but it wasn’t that and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing either, the deep rumble of his voice filling the hallways as you made your way out of the stadium.
“Oh for sure, you’re deadly. I bet you have mean right hook too.” he shook his head and the two of you kept laughing about it the entire way home.
You had your protector by your side and he had his, forever grateful that you showed him how much you loved him and believed in him on the daily and forever making it a point to reciprocate that love back to you as often as he could.
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The Assistant (1 of ?) | Vladimir Ranskahov x reader
[original picture: pinterest i love these fucking hands]
✏️ Pairing: (eventual) Vladimir Ranskahov x fem!reader + probably other pairings, I don’t know yet, we’ll have to wait and see.
✏️ Requested by Anonymous: Y/N–hacker, big mouth, even bigger attitude–is the new addition to Fisk’s team. Sent to help the Ranskahovs, she immediately gets on Vladimir’s nerves. But as time passes, they start to take a liking to each other, even if none of them is willing to admit their feelings. Yet.
✏️ A/N: bitch yeah. Special thanks to @therealcalicali : thanks to her sweet message, I managed to rewrite this chapter and make it completely different (the first version sucks like probably nothing else in the universe) and now I like it. Hopefully, Anon, you’ll enjoy it too!! A small heads-up first, though: I wouldn’t count on quick updates if I were you. I’m still having some shit going on at home and I’m also a slow writer, so yeah. I hope to make this a good story, though!
✏️ A/N 2: the title is most likely not definitive. Hopefully, I won’t have to change it, but maybe I will have to, to make it and the story fit well together. Also, my brain goes on auto-pilot when I have to write for Vladimir (bc I need to fangirl, too haha), so I don’t exactly know what I was trying to prove with this chapter, but I still love it... so pls don’t come for my head haha
✏️ Warnings: violence, mentions of an erection (haha it wouldn’t be me otherwise), so 18+ only !!! or so help me god!
✏️ Word-count: 2,678
REQUESTS ARE OPEN IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE FOR YOU 💛
CHAPTER ONE: RULES
Underground fights had always fascinated Vladimir Ranskahov, even when he was a kid back in Moscow. Part of the reason was that they were illegal, but there was also something else, some sort of aftertaste that lingered in his mouth even when he’d go home and lay in bed. They made his body buzz with unleashed energy and if that couldn’t be considered his drug, he really didn’t know what else could.
He had always been a regular, even in his hectic first weeks in New York: he had had to start from scratch, but he had managed to make himself a name. He was strong, he never lost; he was like Ivan Drago, with the only difference that there was no Rocky that could beat him, not if he sparred with Tolik.
It had been a long day at work and he was glad he had managed to find the time to escape into the fighting underworld. There was something there, something that lingered in the air and mingled with the smell of sweat and blood, that took all his worries and threw them out of the window. It was relaxing, almost rejuvenating. It kept his mind busy and his body ready for every eventuality–and, hopefully, smashing Fisk’s bootlicker face in would be one of those eventualities.
If it hadn’t been for his brother, who had dragged him away from places like that years ago, he would still be fighting. Obviously, there was no need for Anatoly to know he still hung out at such places: he would pointlessly worry and he would take Vladimir’s only pastime right out of his grasp. It didn’t matter he loved and cared for Tolya, he was not going to give up on this, for he needed it–he needed it more than vodka and sex and cigarettes, more than money and probably more than air. It had also been one of the only ways he’d managed to survive back there–rule number one: avoid its name–and he was not ready to let fighting go–rule number two: always be ready for history to repeat itself.
So, as he walked through the crowded space, he lit himself a cigarette with a smile on his face. He didn’t smile often, but this life… Oh, this life! It brought him back home, where he and others had used to fight like rats–rarely to the death, most often to first blood.
Oh, boy. Oh, fuck. He could feel it: the adrenaline starting to kick in, sending his brain in override. He almost didn’t feel the smoke of the cigarette as it sank down in his lungs and then made its way back up and out of his nostrils, like a bull in a cartoon.
Jesus fucking Christ.
He didn’t even feel people bumping into and shoving him as they tried to reach the makeshift ring in the middle of the place. It was like floating in the air, like being a kid on Christmas day–he had never felt that way on Christmas day, but he thought that was how he’s feel had he had the right family.
The vibrations of his phone buzzing in the rear pocket of his suit pants didn’t even make its way to his brain, for Vladimir’s eyes had already zoomed in on the fight going on before him. It had to either be to death or knockout, for first blood had already been drawn and the fighters didn’t seem to be willing to stop.
Blood rushed to his fingers and it almost felt like being there, throwing punches and dodging hooks. The muscles in his back almost spasmed and even though the movements were imperceptible, the sensations were real: he was back in Moscow and he was seventeen. He had been foolish enough to challenge someone twice his age just because the guy had called him ‘a snotty kid’–which he had never been, for he had never had the time nor the chance to be a kid, let alone be snotty. So, he had thrown in his metaphorical glove and had been lucky enough, for the other one–Moscow’s underworld champion–had picked the challenge up.
He had been an idiot and Anatoly had kept on reminding him for months after the fight. That night he had come home with a purple face, a half-closed eye, a split lip, a pulsing eyebrow, a bloody mouth, but holy fucking fuck, he had got out victorious from the fight. He had been on edge for days after that and he had never been called a ‘snotty kid’ again. Nothing had ever made him feel higher than the knowledge that he had accidentally beaten Moscow’s biggest moron.
Therefore, watching the two sparring men in front of him made him feel at home. If he focused enough, he could even erase the English voices and shouts and replace them with Russian profanities, just like that night.
His phone started to buzz again and this time he felt it against his buttcheek, but still chose to ignore it. This was his safe heaven and he wasn’t going to let business or any other thing slip into it unwelcome.
Just as the vibrations stopped, the bigger guy fell to the floor, unconscious, blood slowly dripping out of his nose like a fat, red worm. The winner, a taller but thinner red-haired guy, spat blood and a tooth to the floor and with a scream, raised both his fists to the ceiling and planted a foot on the looser’s stomach. Then, in his victory- and adrenaline-induced rage, he spotted Vladimir. That fucking well-dressed son of a bitch was staring at him and his sight seemed to zoom in on the blonde’s scarred face like in a movie. He decided he didn’t like that guy’s smirk, nor the forgotten cigarette hanging from one corner of his mouth, dusting ashes to the ground.
This was no place for rich motherfuckers.
He kicked the other man’s side with his boot and the man groaned. He groaned even more when a couple of viewers dragged him away from the center of the room: still half-unconscious, he weighed like a truck as his feet dragged themselves on the floor.
The ginger spat again and took a step forward, pointing at Vladimir with an accusing finger. “You, dick,” he half-yelled: his voice sounded as broken as his split front tooth. “What are you staring at, motherfucker?”
Vladimir’s hands had a will of their own as they tightened into fists and he had to unclench his crossed arms. His cigarette trembled between his lips before falling to the ground. He stepped on it, slamming his foot in an angry attempt to put it out.
“What did you call me?” He had to fight against his brain, for it had been ready to switch back to Russian. And he sure as hell didn’t want that carrot top to use Russian as an excuse to get out alive from that place.
The other spat blood and saliva to Vladimir’s feet–he didn’t know if that was a tic or a way to insult him, but he didn’t care. “This place is not for people like you.”
‘People like him’. Vladimir burst out laughing. What did that even mean? That it wasn’t for mafiosi? Or former fighters? Human traffickers? Drug traffickers? Killers? He’d put that man’s victory to shame just by using his pinky finger. He laughed again.
“To the death.” The gingerhead raised his chin in a derogatory gesture before picking his guard back up.
Rule number three: never back out of a fight.
Vladimir smirked. “I am not sure you want to leave world so soon.” His accent was as thick as the blood splattered on the floor, but at that moment he didn’t care. Hand-to-hand spoke only one language and it was that of blood and the last time he checked, Russians and Americans bled the same. Nonetheless, he still took off his suit jacket, carefully folded it and laid it on the ground before he let his phone fall on it.
“I don’t die,” the other snickered, throwing a couple of punches through the air to show off. “No rules, just what plain death can say.”
Volodya nodded as he grabbed his gun. It was a comfortable weight in his hands–cold, but nonetheless still alive, still blood-thirsty. He checked the number of bullets–just to show off–, took the safety off, aimed and smirked before he put the safety back on and the gun back in its holster. He wasn’t planning on using it, but ‘no rules’ meant ‘no rules’ and if that brat thought he could win dirty… well, Vladimir had grown up playing dirty, so he’d show him was real shit looked like.
“C’mon, what are you waiting for?” His opponent was bouncing his weight from one foot to the other, his fists high up in front of his face. He was panting as he tried to intimidate Vladimir Ranskahov–had he known who that guy was, he had never picked up a fight with him. “Throwing in the towel, are we?”
Vladimir never took his gaze off the other’s smirk as he unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up his arms. The thin cotton seemed to be on the verge of bursting as it stretched on his biceps. Too bad no one there knew the meaning of his tattoos, on display under the neon lights hanging from the low ceiling.
Fools, he thought. Motherfucking fools that thought insulting and challenging people like him would end the day in a hospital bed and not on a stainless-steel table in a morgue.
He positioned himself before the red-haired guy, a couple of inches taller than him, but not as strong, not as quick, not as knowledgeable. His leg hurt from the fight with the bigger guy, an older bruise was perched on his shoulder and half of his face had turned yellow from an older fight. His fists were too wide apart, just like his feet, and his guard was too low. Vladimir would have managed to break his nose even with his eyes closed.
The opponent threw a punch, which Vladimir dodged. Then he threw another and another, left, right, left. Vladimir was dodging them all effortlessly, bouncing on his feet, getting out of the other’s way.
He was still waiting to make his move, checking the other’s weaknesses–or pretending to be doing that. He sat on a much higher level: that guy had made the mistake of challenging a shark when all he was, was a fish. His only luck was that today had been a great day for Vladimir: he and his brother had gotten their money, received a cargo of twelve women, and, better than anything else, there hadn’t been a meeting scheduled with Fisk’s bootlicker, Wesley. He felt like he could spare this one life.
But then the other started to insult him, calling him a weakling, a girl, and Vladimir didn’t see anything anymore. He had stopped being a person and had become pure rage–so big and furious it was indescribable. Its blood-thirst had become his own, its fury had become his fury, his blindness had become its sight. It had taken him three punches to knock out his challenger: one to his left cheek, the other to his stomach, the third had been a hook from below to his nose.
The ginger top had fallen to the ground like a sack of potatoes, unconscious, his nose broken. And just like that, he remembered the other’s words: ‘no rules’. For a moment he had been on the verge of using his gun: he was going to drill him with his bullets and then leave him on the ground until he bled to death. But he wasn’t going to use that upper hand, not even when he had been called a ‘dickless Russian scumbag’–had that guy seen his dick, he would have choked on his tongue.
He bent down above the opponent, contemplated snapping his neck broken, before bursting out in another laughter. “Tell him to come back to me when he’s grown into a man, I will kill him then,” he laughed, picking up his jacket and phone and making his way out of that place.
Hell’s Kitchen night traffic welcomed him when he came back into the world. It was like being re-born again: he felt new as the chilly air reached his lungs and a smile plastered itself on his lips. Vladimir Ranskahov stretched his neck from side to side, rolled back his shoulders and heaved a sigh.
What a great day to be alive!
He could feel himself half-hard from the fight and the adrenaline and grinned as he thought of going home, down a couple shots of vodka, hopping into the shower and jerk off–it was too good a day to worsen it with a whore. He couldn’t even feel the stinging sensation in his knuckles as he made his way to his car, sat inside and gripped the steering wheel with more force than it was needed.
Right then, his phone went off again on the passenger seat. A look at it and he groaned–Tolik. He ignored rule number five (never let anyone ruin your post-fight glow) and accepted the call.
“What?” he groaned, starting the car and getting out into the street. He put his phone on speaker, threw it back onto the passenger seat and lit himself a cigarette before rolling down the window to let the cool night air in.
Tolya swore under his breath. “Where the fuck were you? I’ve been calling you for hours, motherfucker!”
Volodya grinned, his eyes still veiled from the bliss that had overcome him after the fight. “Out, having fun.”
“Keep it in your pants next time. There was an emergency meeting back at the garage and you and your dick should’ve been there and not in some chick’s cunt.” His Russian ran fast on his tongue, it dripped anger from every word, shooting bullets at Vladimir’s fourth rule.
Boy, was his brother wrong! Vladimir laughed. “Jesus, brother, don’t ruin my mood,” he managed to say when all he wanted to do was groan like an animal. “Should have waited tomorrow morning.”
“Wesley wants to see us tomorrow, so you’d better be there. Sex can wait.”
“You should fuck more often, brother. When was the last time you banged someone? Your dick will dry out,” he laughed, his shoulders relaxing as his apartment complex came in sight.
Anatoly cussed him.
“Why an emergency meeting?” Vladimir asked, changing subject and parking in his lot. Sure, they had been having some problems lately, but nothing too big and definitely nothing Fisk should be worried about.
“Wesley will bring a chick.”
He snickered. “And? If he wants to fuck in front of us, I’m not against it. It might be his chance to show me he has a dick and is not ball-less.”
“It’s not his girl. Rumor has it she’s some hacker that works for him.”
There was silence as he walked up the stairs and into his apartment. Why did that matter? She could be a whore by profession and he would still be uninterested.
“Look, be there. I don’t want to end up in trouble just because my stupid brother ditched me. The weasel said not to mess things up and I don’t want to. I need you there tomorrow. You can do whatever you want after the meeting, but if you don’t want that girl to hack into our business and fuck us up, you’ll be there.”
“Yeah, fine.”
His mood was ruined, his half hard-on wasn’t hard anymore, and all he could feel was the pulsing pain in his knuckles. If there was something he knew for certain, that was Wesley’s and Tolik’s ability to fuck his mood any time they wanted.
And if that girl set her mind to fuck their business... She’d better start praying.
>> chapter two >>
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I wanted to wait to post this, but... HAHAHA when do I ever listen to my goddamn brain? Hint: never.
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Imagine # 916
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Year posted - 2022
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Frowning somberly Dolph dabbed the damp washcloth across (Y/n)'s burning forehead. He re-soaked the washcloth, before wringing it out and folding it appropriately, he then placed it on her forehead before pulling the blankets a little further up her body. "Are you comfortable?" Dolph asked in a soft tone, well aware of how sensitive her head was. "My toes are freezing." She muttered in a horse voice, trying to warm them by wiggling them under her blanket. Dolph smiled softly, before moving to sit at the foot of the bed. Carefully he pulled the blanket away from her bare feet, setting one in his lap he held the other foot in his hands. Gently he began massaging the foot, surprised by how cold her skin actually was. "You're running a serious fever, and somehow your toes are like ice." Dolph mused with a smile, his words making (Y/n) laugh, which sent her into a coughing fit. "Take it easy." Dolph frowned as he stood up and quickly offered her some water. Her coughing subsided and she graciously accepted the water, only taking small sips. "There you go." He smiled before setting the cup aside, and going back to his place at the foot of the bed, where he set back to work on trying to warm up her feet. "You spoil me." (Y/n) mused with a smile, her throat very sore, and nose stuffy. "I'm happy to." He hummed with a smile, gently patting her now warmer feet. "I'll get you a pair of socks, then I've gotta go check on your soup." Dolph explained before walking across the room, he retrieved a pair of socks from a drawer, then he made quick work of slipping them onto her feet. "I'll be back." Dolph promised before placing a kiss against the crown of her head. "Okay." She smiled with lidded eyes, sniffling a little. A little while later Dolph came back into the room with a warm bowl of soup in hand. A small chuckle left his lips when he noticed (Y/n) had finally fallen asleep, even if it was only for a little while. He sat the bowl on the nightstand, and carefully removed the washcloth from her forehead. Dolph then placed the back of his hand against her forehead, pleased to see her temperature was a lot cooler. She groaned softly as her eyes fluttered open, a small smile tugging at her lips when she looked up at Dolph. "Did I wake you?" He asked as he brushed his knuckles across her cheekbone. "No, I smelled food." (Y/n) chuckled softly, only falling into a small coughing fit. "Well that's good, you're getting your sense of smell back." Dolph smiled as he held her water out to her, brushing back her hair gently. "Hopefully I haven't gotten my sense of taste back yet." (Y/n) teased playfully. "My cooking is not that bad." Dolph played mock offense, as he sat the water aside. "If you say so." (Y/n) taunted with a grin, sitting up with Dolphs assistance. "Well regardless you're in luck, this is a canned soup so if it's bad it's not my fault." He joked as he grabbed the bowl, carefully spoon feeding her as he sat beside her on the bed.
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I’ll Always Be Here
Viktor Drago x Reader
Warnings: fluff, smut, slight angst
You and Viktor come home from a fight and he’s not feeling great about himself so you try to pull him out of his mood and let him know how amazing and loved he is.
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The fight was finally over and you were headed to wait outside the locker room for Viktor to come out.
You felt so lucky to get to cheer for him and be at every fight to support him because having been with him for almost a year now, you held so much love for him you could barely contain it sometimes.
So many emotions rattled your body as you waited, amazement at how skilled he was, excitement to get to see him and congratulate him on another win and pride for all the work he put in that was paying off.
He truly knew what he was doing, you’d seen him deliver knockouts and watched him train for hours on the very rare occasion that Ivan let you even be in the same gym as him.
He was powerful, focused, strategic and just fucking scary when he was fighting and you weren’t going to lie that it was hot to see him like that especially because you also knew the softer side of him and could see that boxing wasn’t all of who he was.
You appreciated the times where he felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable around you, the times where he showed his trust in you and told you about his past and the people who’ve hurt him in his life.
While it made you sad to know that he’d been so starved of affection and had an unhealthy amount of pressure put on him, you were grateful that you had the opportunity to show him some love, to help him through his rougher days and support him like he supported you in your own life.
The safety and love you both felt from being with each other was more than you could have asked for in a relationship.
The sound of the door opening made you stand up a little straighter, interrupting your thoughts as Ivan and Viktor emerged.
Ivan only glanced at you and kept walking, still not really used to you being in Viktor’s life.
You were friendly with him but you knew it was gonna take time to warm up to him because he was stubborn and would never admit that seeing his son genuinely smile when he was around you was nice even despite his concerns about your intentions still.
“Hey! You were amazing out there! How are you doing?” you approached Viktor, taking his gym bag from him so you could carry it.
He protested but you shook your head, knowing he had to be exhausted and wanted to lighten the load just a little bit.
“Alright...tired, but glad to see you.” he cracked his neck and walked with you out to your car, his smooth accented voice making you smile.
He wasn’t a man of many words so not much was said as you walked but you were ok with that.
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Back at your apartment he helped you make a late dinner after showering, getting to find out your favorite songs of the week from the music softly filling the room from where your phone was plugged into your speakers.
This wasn’t a rarity but more often that not Viktor would be so tired after a fight or from spending the day working and training that he’d just eat and fall asleep with his head on your chest, not even making it to your bed.
But tonight he wanted to be awake with you as long as possible despite his body being ready to collapse.
He was happy that he won tonight but he also had a lot on his mind and being around you, even if he didn’t express his feelings verbally, always helped him.
After he’d finished cleaning up in the kitchen he came to sit next to you on the couch, opening his arms to accommodate your small frame against him, his attention turning to what you were busy watching.
You glanced up at him for a second and could see that something was slightly off.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, baby.” you shifted under his grip, your body turning to give him your attention.
He closed his eyes and smiled slightly for a second at your use of “baby”.
He didn’t think he’d ever tire of hearing that from you, no one had ever called him that before but you said it often and it eased his mind more than he could express.
Allowing him to take the time to find his words, you gazed at his face curiously, trying to read what he was thinking since so much of his emotions were shown through his body language.
“I-I’m just thinking about fight with Creed again. I never lose, until then.” he sighed slowly.
Moving past that fight had been a struggle for him and you saw it first hand, from his conversations with Ivan about a lot of things that hadn’t been healed to the nights you’d come home or wake up to find him crying or deep in thought about things.
People had definitely talked about it and still did and while some of the noise was trash talking Viktor and his family name, there was a lot more that you saw was positive and supportive from people who knew what happened to Ivan after losing that infamous fight and weren’t interested in bashing his son also.
Giving a small sigh you cupped his scruffy cheeks so he was looking at you directly.
“Viktor, remember what Adonis told you, that you’re more than just one fight? He’s right, baby. Everyone can see that you’re talented and can hold your own in the ring but you aren’t just a fighter.” you let your fingers move across his cheeks gently, hoping that he could feel every ounce of your affection for him.
He could and he already felt some weight being lifted off his shoulders.
“You’re a lover, you’re passionate about the people you care about and you’re real funny when you want to be too honestly. Remember when we were in the gym one day and that little boy stopped us and asked for your autograph?”
“He didn’t have a poster of your father or anyone else, it was a poster of you and he told you that he hung it up on his wall and looked at it every night before bed because he watched all your fights with his dad and you inspired him and it would mean the world to him if you signed it.” you beamed at the recall of that day, remembering how happy he was the entire afternoon.
He nodded and wrapped his arms around you tighter when you moved from your position on the couch and straddled his lap.
“I know you have days where you struggle but I’m always gonna be here to remind you that you’re gonna be ok and that I love you and that you have worth no matter if you win or lose. And look at the fights you have won since then, including tonight! You’ve worked your ass off for years, it shows and I’m so proud, my love.” you leaned in and kissed him slowly, your arms around the back of his neck now.
He responded to your touch, his body seeming to relax now, his soft pink lips moving against yours.
“Thank you. I love you, thank you, Y/N. You always make me feel better.” his voice was barely above a whisper and he sounded so sincere and relieved that it pulled at your heart.
He kept leaving small kisses on your cheeks and your jawline, going back and forth between thanking you and telling you that he loved you and it was just so sweet, he had such a big heart and you loved him for it.
Eventually his kisses and his beard scratching against your skin made you giggle and you put your hands over his large ones that were cupping your cheeks, bringing them down to his chest.
He had a content little smile on his lips. You’d do anything to see him smile all day if you were being honest.
Things got quiet again, the noise from the tv moving to the background as you just sat in his lap and enjoyed the moment.
He couldn’t stop staring at you, his beautiful girl that was now playing with his hands, rubbing your thumbs over his calluses and knuckles, turning them over to intertwine your fingers with his before placing a small kiss on the back of his hand.
He liked when you did things like that, held his hands or played with them when you were bored or nervous or just touch him anywhere really, he wasn’t used to being touched with so much care or love before but he liked it, craved it actually.
You knew you should probably be attempting to get to bed since you had an early shift tomorrow and it was late but Viktor mattered to you more at the moment.
Things had started out innocently enough and though neither of you had the intention, the way you were playing with his hands and his repeated kisses turned into something else rather quick.
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Viktor felt better after listening to you, making a mental note to remember this conversation when he was feeling down about himself again.
In the meantime, he wanted to show his appreciation for your time and your words and also in part because the way you were sitting in his lap had gotten him a little worked up.
It had been a few days since you last had sex since he was really in the zone leading up to fight night but now, all his pent up arousal couldn’t be ignored any longer.
He pulled you forward, his sturdy arms wrapping around your waist snugly again as he placed tender kisses along your neck, mumbling something against your skin.
You could only hear “....want you” but you caught on and it didn’t take long for you to start feeling feverishly hot, your clothes suddenly feeling restrictive, like your skin wasn’t close enough to his.
His hands moved from your waist and slid up your tummy under your shirt, arousing him even more than he already was at the sight of your nipples hardening through your shirt.
He was thankful that you had started birth control recently because he didn’t think he could find the strength to pull away from you to get a condom, he needed you so bad.
You placed soft kisses around his still slightly swollen cheekbone after you peeled your shirt off, letting his hands explore wherever they liked.
Small gasps and sighs left your lips as his mouth moved to your nipples, sucking them into his mouth while his hands squeezed your ass, prompting you to grind on his lap slowly.
He groaned lowly against your skin, the bulge in his sweatpants now pressing against you.
“Fuck!” he cursed under his breath and laughed breathlessly as you moved your hand down between his legs, a smirk forming on your face from his reaction.
You loved when he cursed like that, it only made you wetter.
He kissed you needily, your arms tangled around him as you moved your hips a little faster now, whining against his mouth.
“You want it, don’t you?” he hummed, smiling to himself when you nodded quickly and got off him for a minute to undress.
He had such a way of instantly arousing you sometimes and while usually there was a lot more time given towards foreplay, tonight was not that night.
You finished stepping out of your panties, moving them aside with your toes while he lifted his hips up and pushed his sweatpants down, his cock springing forward.
He wrapped a hand around himself and pumped his shaft a few times before you straddled his lap again.
You could see the side of his fingers glistening with precum and you gently took his wrist in your hand, guiding his finger into your mouth, moaning at the taste.
You had missed this so much and it was nice to get to have a moment like it again.
Viktor shook his head slightly, always in awe of the many different ways you showed your desire of him.
Growing tired of the ache between your legs, you moved your hips again, gliding your pussy over his shaft a few times to coat him in your juices before you raised yourself up on your knees a bit to guide him inside you.
He sucked in air through his teeth as your walls enveloped him, sinking down onto his length with a long moan, his hands finding your hips.
You moaned out his name as you leaned back, bracing a hand against his knee and began to ride him, rolling your hips as you went up and down.
He held you in place by your hips, securing that you didn’t slip back but let you control the pace, let you do what you wanted to him, absolutely mesmerized with how beautiful your body looked as you rode him.
He could tell he was hitting that spot just right at this angle and bit his lip, leaning forward to leave kisses down your torso, your hands now wrapping around the back of his neck as you bounced on him faster and harder now, both your moans and grunts filling the air.
He spread his feet apart a little wider as he thrusted upwards to meet your hips each time you came down on him, your name falling from his lips mixing in with a dozen curse words and pet names for you in Russian.
Trying to keep your eyes on his soft, big ones was a challenge because the pleasure working throughout your body was making everything so hazy but he enjoyed watching your eyes flutter closed every few seconds as you sped up your pace, he loved that he could do this to you.
“Oh god, fuck! I missed this so much, baby.” you whimpered into the crook of his neck, your body seeking out the climax you were rushing towards now.
“Mmm I missed this too.” Viktor murmured, feeling his own orgasm getting closer.
The rhythm of your hips stuttered as you came, your moans muffled against his shoulder as you rode out your high, Viktor following right behind you, not bothering to pull out.
You stayed in that position for a little while, both catching your breath and planting more kisses on each other.
Your eyes had grown heavier and so had his but you felt content and satisfied all the same.
Viktor knew he was about to get the best sleep of his life with you in his arms and with that knowledge he ignored his own fatigue a little longer so he could carry you to bed, cleaning you up as well as himself before holding his arms open so you could curl up against his body, pulling the duvet over you.
“Thank you, Y/N. For everything.” he whispered to you once again as he placed a kissed on your temple, his arms finding their natural way around your body to hold you close.
You were half asleep as he said it but you hummed in response, knowing that he knew what you meant by it.
He loved you more than he could possibly say and he never knew he could have so many strong feelings toward someone before but here you were and here he was and he was grateful and happy for your presence in his life just as you were for his.
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Could you do a Viktor fic like the hospital scene w Donnie in creed 2 where he's seriously injured and the reader is pregnant?
Ooh I love this idea! I made this a little on the shorter side and idk how good this turned out but I hope you like it!!
(I have a few more lighthearted/smutty fics of Viktor and Florian planned so stay tuned for that!)
In Recovery
Viktor Drago x Reader
Warnings: very fluffy with the slightest bit of angst
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Decorating the nursery for the little girl you were going to have had probably become one of your favorite things to do with Viktor.
It made you feel so excited for the family you were starting and you weren’t going to lie that it was funny watching him try and put together the crib.
He wasn’t really one for reading directions because “Is simple, I maybe only need pictures!” and he had worked a number of times in construction so it couldn’t be that hard.
Flash forward to checking in on him twenty minutes later, a deep look of concentration and slight frustration on his face at the fact that it was taking so long to just finish one side of the crib, blaming all the bolts and screws needed to ensure maximum safety of an infant.
It was just you that evening, however, since Viktor had another boxing match.
You had both agreed that since you were just shy of a month away from your due date and from feeling sick almost the entire week it was best if you stayed home and didn’t strain yourself any more than you had to.
That was hard for you considering that you were thrilled to be at all of his fights to cheer him on and didn’t want to miss out but he kept reassuring you that it was ok if you weren’t there tonight because your comfort was more important to him.
He knew it was harder for you to walk for very long and the environment of a buzzing stadium could be a little crazy and stressful and he’d be more focused if he knew you were safe at home.
So here you were, a little bored without his company but still trying to busy yourself however you could, doing some painting in the nursery, making a quick snack to eat and now, reading another chapter in a new book you’d gotten.
And then the phone call came.
It was Ivan, which was odd to you. Even though you held a friendly relationship with each other, Ivan wasn’t much of a talker and he didn’t really call you unless it was something important.
You felt your heart sink when he told you that Viktor was in the hospital, no word on the extent of his injuries yet, he wasn’t in critical condition but he had taken a lot of damage in the ring and it wasn’t looking good either.
Ivan offered to come pick you up but you refused kindly, already halfway out the door, telling him that you just wanted to be there as quick as possible and he shouldn’t leave to get you in case there was any news on his condition.
You could feel your heart pounding against your chest as you arrived at the hospital, meeting a pacing Ivan in the waiting area.
“They let us see him soon they said. He’s ok.” he placed a heavy hand on your shoulder to reassure you as you sighed in relief, cradling your bump.
You just wanted to see him more than anything, you would be restless until you did.
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It seemed like forever but finally a nurse came out and led you to his room, your eyes zeroing in on his face first.
You gasped at what you saw.
He’d come home with bruises and cuts from fights before but not like this, he looked so beaten up, his left eye swollen shut, his face a mix of blue and purple all over.
“He has four broken ribs and a torn rotator cuff and he’s going to need a lot of rest and most likely a few months of restrengthening his muscles but he’ll be alright.” the doctor explained to you.
You sighed in relief for the second time that day, glad that it seemed that he looked a lot worse than he actually was but still you couldn’t even imagine the pain or how bad his torso looked under the hospital gown.
After the doctor left you pulled up a chair to the side of his bed, sitting down and leaning in towards him, your hands wrapping around his.
He was sleeping, his breathing strained with each rise and fall of his chest. Ivan watched from where he stood leaning against the wall.
It was quiet and you weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting there exactly, long enough to where Ivan went to go get some coffee, but it didn’t matter.
You were just beyond grateful that he was ok, retreating to your thoughts as you absentmindedly ran your fingers over his. And then you felt him stir.
He groaned and tried to move but you gently laid a hand on his chest to keep him down.
“Hey hey it’s me Viktor! Shh you’re ok, I’m here.” you cupped his cheek and smiled softly, stroking the side of his face.
His face scrunched up in pain and it took him a minute to talk but once he remembered where he was and what had happened, he held your hand tightly and spoke.
“Didn’t..hmm..mean for this to happen. I’m sorry.” he couldn’t speak very loud but you heard him, shaking your head as tears pricked your eyes.
“No baby don’t be sorry, I know you didn’t. All that matters is that you’re alive and going to get better soon!” you placed a kiss on the top of his head.
“But…I don’t want to cause extra stress…the baby.” he groaned again as he shifted a little to try and reach out to you more.
“Shh shh I promise it’s alright baby, me and the little one are ok. You just need to worry about recovering right now. It was scary when Ivan told me what happened but I’m here with you now and it’s going to be ok.” you scooted closer, your hand laying over his has he pressed it the front of your tummy.
He nodded after awhile, too tired to say very much at all but already feeling that much better with you there.
He knew his rib had cracked halfway through the fight but he kept at it and that had landed him exactly where he was. He was kicking himself mentally for not thinking that he could potentially be injured very badly at the time and you could sense what he was thinking.
You spoke to him softly, telling him that whatever his decisions during the fight were, that was over now.
“You were doing what you thought would get you a win, nothing wrong with that at all. I’m just glad that you’re breathing…well I mean I’m sure it’s hard to breathe right now but still.” you chuckled when he cracked a smile at your comment.
He shook his head, even now you were as humorous as ever.
Ivan came back with his coffee and conversed with his son, the sun now fully set and the moon sending rays of light through the dimly lit room.
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A week in the hospital and Viktor was finally able to go home.
He could now see out of his left eye again and all the bruises were still noticeable but on their way to fading and it still hurt to cough or laugh or do anything really physical but he could tell you that he felt a hell of a lot better than he did days ago.
Back home, you had just finished making some soup for the both of you, setting his in front of him as he gingerly sat down at the table.
His torso was wrapped and his arm was in a sling which prevented him from wearing a shirt most of the time now.
He found it to be too much of a hassle and not worth the stabbing pains in his side any time he moved too much so shirtless it was for him, not that you minded in the slightest.
He thanked you for the soup, his arm reaching out to pull you in towards him more, his lips pressing a dozen kisses on your tummy, liking the way your giggles sounded as he did.
He looked up at you, smiling at the soft expression on your face as you looked at your phone.
“Look at all these comments on my Instagram babe, they all say for me to tell you to get well soon and that your perseverance in the fight was incredible to watch.” you read off a few of the comments, turning your phone around so he could see.
His ears turned pink and you could see the humble little smile appear again, making you in turn feel so warm inside.
Any chance you got to show him how loved he was, you did and would continue because he deserved to know that he had fans out there in his corner.
And Viktor couldn’t express enough how grateful he was for you and for all those comments because physical therapy was going to start soon and it would be awhile before he was back to 100% and ready for another match but he knew what would motivate him to push through it all.
“Mmm thank you for everything, Y/N. I love you very much. And you too, маленький.” (little one) he sighed happily.
You caressed his bearded cheeks, your nails gently grazing over his chin, enjoying the way his eyes closed at the sensation.
Viktor wasn’t a totally healed man by any means, emotionally or physically but he was on the road there and you’d right by his side the entire time, beyond happy with the little family you and him were creating.
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