63 With Vik (ofc) And V

63 with Vik (ofc) and V 👉🏼👈🏼

63. “Stop running from this. I know I’m not the only one who feels it.” i’m. really sorry.

Vik follows V through his apartment, rubbing a hand over his neck as he watches her collect her things. They'd spent the night together; one thing leading to another on his couch, sipping wine and sharing a laugh. Next thing he knew, he was buried inside the girl of his dreams. Vik knows he wont soon forget the relief-filled smile V had shown him, breathing the word finally against his mouth. All in all, pretty fantastic evening.

The next morning, however, offered a chance for him to really think it through, falling deep into his own melancholy as he sat next to the open window, smoking one of her cigarettes and watching her sleep in his bed. Vik knew he wanted to wake up to that sight every morning for the rest of his life, but -

But this is V. She's young, and beautiful, and has her whole goddamn life ahead of her. No way was he gonna shackle her to an old ripper like him. He loves her, so fucking much. He won't be responsible for holding her back.

When she woke up and he gently nudged her in the direction of maybe we keep this a one-time thing, she took exception to that. The heartbreak and rage lighting up her face and making her chest heave will be seared in his mind for a long time, he knows.

Presently, V shoves herself into her boots, turning towards him with a shake of her head. Her eyes travel over his torso, still shirtless from bed. She quickly shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "One time thing. Right. So, what, exactly; you just wanted to get your dick wet?"

"What? Christ, V, of course not. You know you mean more to me than that," Vik responds with incredulity, running a hand down his face. He has to make her understand, somehow.

V snorts loudly, holding her head in her hands. Her stomach is near her ankles, she thinks, turning towards the door and picking up her bag. "Right. Yeah. Silly me, thinking you don't want me after dropping a bomb like that."

"V -"

"Am I not - enough?" Her voice is near a whisper as she stares straight at the door, shoulders hunched. "'Cause I know I'm not the only one who feels like this. I know I'm not only seeing what I want to see. You feel it, too. So are you saying this, because I'm - I'm too much to handle, or not enough to love?" I will not cry, I will not cry.

"Because you deserve so much fucking more," Vik says, sounding desperate. V turns on her heel, incredulous, and Vik looks at her with a pleading expression, shaking his head. "You're moving up in this world, and got a hell of a life ahead of you. You're gonna want so much more from this life, sweetheart."

"You're so fucking blind, you know that?" V throws her hands up in exasperation, chuckling without humor. She can feel her heart sinking, eager to join her stomach. "None of it means shit to me, none of it - not my rep, not the eddies; all of it is fucking worthless. What matters to me is sharing my life with the man I -" Her throat closes, and she turns from him with a shake of her head, breathing hard.

"You can do so much better than an old man like me," Vik says after a minute, palm pressed to the side of his face as he watches her.

"I've never cared about that. I care about you, I want you." V runs a hand back through her hair, looking at him with a hard glint to her eye. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me, and we can drop this whole thing."

He's silent as they stare each other down. Both too damn stubborn for their own good. The longer the silence stretches, the more her heart sinks. V finally laughs, breathless and without humor, as Vik's hand curls into a fist at his side. She bites down on her tongue, hard enough to taste copper, as she turns from him to head to the door.

"I only want what's best for you, sweetheart."

V shakes her head at his words, swallowing down her tears as the shame and rejection bubble to the surface. "You are such a fucking coward," is all she calls over her shoulder before slamming the door.

He doesn't follow.

Viktor Vector x V we need some more this ripperdoc

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Setting up sth for a quick render dedicated to the Vik thots on this site before I finally return to my wip queue and get that shit shorter :)

and im like

Fool on the hill is one of my favourite missions, can’t wait to collect all of them.

also sleepy Vik 

Viktor strikes me as a person who:

would find that one button up that finally fits and buy three of each available color because 1. he that huge the buttons in other shirts hold onto each other for dear life and if he breathes there is possibility of shooting someone with a stray button 2. he just doesn't like change

gives great bear hugs

wears two different socks (don't ask why, I just know he does)

would wear colorful nail polish if Misty and/or V would want to paint his nails and wouldn't give a fuck about it (lets be real - he would own it)

likes doodling - some days at the clinic are boring, he's not in the mood for watching boxing matches and he will just doodle whatever he feels like at the moment

plays the "im old" card to avoid gatherings and likes to say he's older than he is (you have not even one silver hair on your head Viktor you ain't foolin' me)

would genuinely tear up a little if someone (V, Misty or Jackie) surprised him out of blue with food on his working day - like really went to get food for him because he works so hard to save lives and is an amazing friend and deserves to be spoiled from time to time (A L W A Y S)

likes quiet rainy days at the clinic - no emergencies, no patients, just him, coffee and sound of rain resonating through his little slice of peace in this chaos of a dumpster that Night City is

Lately i've been thinking about him a little too much hnnnnnnngg... I love this senior citizen...

haha dont think of yr mc having to kill romanced astarion bc hes gone back under cazadors control & having to stab him w his own knife while he experiences a brief moment of hesitation & there being like a cutscene or whatever of astarion dying in yr mc's arms haha