Hey girl my birthdays in a few days could u writing something birthday themed with the dagis
thank you for your request happy birthday! i hope this fulfills your wishes :)
multiple fighters x reader
includes: khabib, islam, tagir, usman, umar, abubakar, amru, chanco, and khamzat!
fluff- what the fighters would do for your birthday and how they would plan it
authors note: this is such a cute idea i can’t believe i never thought of it please enjoy :)
Khabib Nurmagomedov
Khabib doesn't do surprises. He does planning. Three weeks before your birthday, he sits you down with a notebook. "Okay, we talk about your day. What you want? Who you want there? What food?" You try to tell him it doesn't need to be a big deal, but he waves you off. "No, no. Is important. Your birthday, we do it right." He writes everything down, asks follow-up questions, double-checks details. When the day arrives, everything runs like a military operation. The timing is perfect, the food is exactly what you wanted, every person you mentioned is there. Nothing is overlooked. But here's the thing about Khabib: beneath all that practical planning is a man who takes your happiness seriously. When he presents you with your gift, something you mentioned months ago that you thought he'd forgotten, his eyes are soft. "You think I don't listen? I always listen." He doesn't make a big show of affection in front of everyone, but when it's just the two of you later, he pulls you close. "You have good day? Everything was okay?" You tell him it was perfect, and he nods, satisfied. "Good. You deserve good day. Every year, we make sure you have good day." It's not flowery or romantic in the traditional sense, but it's Khabib, and that means it's rock-solid and real.
Islam Makhachev
Islam wakes you up at an ungodly hour by rubbing your back. "Happy birthday! Get up, come on we have things to do!" You groan and try to push him away, but he's relentless, grinning like a kid. "No sleeping on birthday. Is illegal. I checked." He's planned the entire day but refuses to tell you what's happening next, just keeps saying "You'll see" with that mischievous smile. Every activity is something fun, something that makes you laugh. He's thought about what you actually enjoy, not just what's traditionally romantic. Throughout the day, he teases you mercilessly. "Oh, you are so old now. Look at you, practically ancient." When you smack his arm, he catches your hand and kisses it. "But still most beautiful ancient person I ever see." He's hidden small presents everywhere, in your jacket pocket, in the car, in your bag, each one making you shake your head and smile. They're not expensive, just thoughtful and funny, inside jokes between the two of you. At dinner, he makes a toast that starts serious and then devolves into him telling an embarrassing story about you that has everyone laughing, including you. Later, when you're alone, he pulls you into his lap. "You have good birthday? I did okay?" His eyes are genuinely checking, wanting to make sure. When you kiss him and tell him it was perfect, he grins. "Good. Next year I do even better. Is competition with myself now."
Tagir Ulanbekov
You wake up to find Tagir already awake, watching you with a soft smile. "Happy birthday," he says quietly, brushing hair from your face. He's made breakfast, but not just any breakfast. It's that specific thing you mentioned loving when you were a kid, the one you talked about once, months ago, in passing. You stare at it in surprise. "You remembered that?" He shrugs, looking pleased with himself. "Of course. I remember everything you tell me." The entire day is like that. Every detail is something you mentioned wanting or needing or loving at some point. That book you said looked interesting? It's wrapped on the table. That place you said you'd always wanted to visit? That's where you're going for lunch. That specific tea you couldn't find anymore? He found it. Each thing makes you realize just how carefully he listens, how much attention he pays to the small things you say. It's not showy or extravagant, but it's deeply personal. In the evening, he makes tea and sits with you, asking about your day, making sure it was everything you wanted. "I want you to feel known," he says simply. "Not just today, but every day. But especially today." He takes your hand, threading his fingers through yours. "You are most important person to me. I want you to feel that." And you do. You absolutely do.
Usman Nurmagomedov
Usman's approach to your birthday is all about connection. He wakes you gently, kissing your shoulder. "Happy birthday, my love." He's made breakfast, and as you eat, he starts telling you about your first birthday together, laughing about how nervous he was, how he wasn't sure what you'd like. "I was so worried. I wanted everything perfect for you." It sets the tone for the day: every activity, every moment, he connects it back to your relationship, to memories you've built together. He takes you to the place where you had your first date, and then to the spot where he first told you he loved you. At each location, he shares what he was thinking that day, what he was feeling, things he never told you before. "Here, I was so nervous. I thought maybe you don't feel same way. But then you smiled at me, and I knew." It's intimate and emotional in the best way, making you feel like your relationship is this rich, layered thing that he treasures. The gift he gives you is something that represents your journey together, something meaningful rather than expensive. When you tear up, he pulls you into a long hug, just holding you. "Every year with you is gift to me," he murmurs into your hair. "I want you to know how much you mean to me. Not just today, but I want you to really feel it today." And you do. You feel it in every carefully chosen moment, every shared memory, every gentle touch.
Umar Nurmagomedov
Umar doesn't let you lift a finger. From the moment you wake up, he's there, bringing you breakfast in bed, fluffing pillows, making sure you're comfortable. "No, no, you stay. Is your day. You don't do anything." His voice is so gentle, so genuinely concerned with your comfort, that you don't even try to argue. He's thought of everything: your favorite foods, your favorite drinks, that blanket you love, that playlist you always listen to when you want to relax. Throughout the day, he checks in constantly. "You comfortable? You need anything? You happy?" It's not annoying; it's sweet. He genuinely just wants to make sure you're having a good time, that you feel celebrated. He's invited only the people you actually want to see, kept the gathering small and intimate because he knows you don't like big crowds. Every detail is about what you would actually enjoy, not what he thinks a birthday should look like. When he presents your gift, his hands are almost nervous. "I hope you like. I thought about it for long time." It's perfect, exactly what you wanted, and when you hug him, he holds you tight. "You deserve everything good," he whispers. "I wish I could give you world. But for today, I give you this, and all my love." Later, when everyone's gone, he pulls you onto the couch, wrapping you in a blanket and holding you close. "Good birthday?" he asks softly. When you nod against his chest, you feel him smile. "Good. Every year, I make sure you have best day. Is my job, and I take it very serious."
Abubakar Nurmagomedov
Abubakar takes over your birthday like a military commander. You're not allowed to plan anything, worry about anything, or even think about anything. "No. I handle everything. You just show up and look beautiful, which you already do, so really you have no job." He's been planning for weeks, and he's thought of every possible detail. The venue is perfect, the food is exactly what you like, the decorations are tasteful and personal. When you try to help with something, he physically moves you away. "What I say? You do nothing. This is my gift to you. Perfect day." He's invited everyone important to you, coordinated schedules, made sure everything runs smoothly. If anything goes even slightly wrong, he fixes it immediately, sometimes with an intensity that makes you laugh. "No, this is not acceptable. Is her birthday. Everything must be perfect." But underneath all that fierce organization is a man who just wants you to feel like the center of the universe for a day. When he finally sits down next to you, he takes your hand, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. "You having good time? Everything is okay?" His eyes are searching yours, genuinely needing to know you're happy. When you tell him it's perfect, he relaxes slightly. "Good. You are most important person in my life. Your happiness is my happiness." Later, when it's just the two of you, he's softer, playing with your hair, holding you close. "Every day I try to show you how much you mean to me. But today, I want to make sure you really feel it. You are everything."
Amru Magomedov
Amru's celebration of your birthday is quiet but deeply attentive. He doesn't make a big production of it, but from the moment you wake up, you can feel his focus on you. He's made your favorite breakfast, and he sits with you while you eat, just watching you with that calm, steady gaze. "Happy birthday," he says simply, but the way he says it, the way he looks at you, makes it feel like the most important thing in the world. He's planned a day that's low-key but meaningful. Maybe a walk in a place you love, a quiet lunch at that restaurant you mentioned once, time to just be together without rush or pressure. He's not big on grand gestures, but every small thing he does is exactly right. He remembers how you take your coffee, what music you like, what makes you feel peaceful. At some point, he pulls you down to lay on top of him, his fingers automatically going to your hair. "You know you are most important thing to me, yes?" he asks quietly. "I'm not always good with big words, but I want you to know. Every day with you is gift." His hand is steady in your hair, his heartbeat calm under your ear. The gift he gives you is personal and thoughtful, something that shows he pays attention to who you are, what you love. "I see you," he says simply when you thank him. "Really see you. And everything I see, I love." It's not flashy or elaborate, but it's Amru, and that means it's real and solid and exactly what you need.
Chanco
Chanco makes your birthday fun. That's his whole goal. He wakes you up with a ridiculous song, probably off-key, definitely too loud, making you laugh before you're even fully awake. "Happy birthday my favorite person! Today we celebrate you being born, which was very good decision by the way. World is much better with you in it." He's planned activities that are genuinely enjoyable, things that will make you smile and laugh, because that's what he wants to see most. Throughout the day, he's cracking jokes, telling stories, keeping the energy light and happy. But here's the thing about Chanco: underneath all that humor is genuine love and loyalty. When he gives you your gift, his usual playful expression softens. "Okay, serious moment. I know I joke a lot, but I want you to know how much you mean to me. You are my person. My best friend. My everything." The gift is thoughtful and personal, showing that despite all the joking around, he pays attention. He's invited your close friends, the people who make you happy, and he's made sure everyone knows this day is about celebrating you. Later, when things quiet down, he pulls you close. "You have good day? I did okay?" When you tell him it was perfect, he grins. "Good. Because you deserve perfect day. You deserve perfect everything. And I'm going to spend rest of my life trying to give you that." He kisses your forehead. "Also, you're stuck with me now, so even if you wanted different birthday celebration next year, too bad. You get me and my terrible jokes forever."
Khamzat Chimaev
Khamzat approaches your birthday like he approaches a fight: with absolute intensity and a refusal to accept anything less than perfection. He's been planning for weeks, keeping every detail a complete secret. "You think I tell you? No, no. You wait. You see." When you try to get hints, he grins that wild grin. "Is going to be best birthday ever. I make sure of this." The day itself is a series of surprises, each one thoughtfully chosen to make you feel like the most important person in the world. He's protective of every moment, shutting down anything that might interfere with your enjoyment. Someone tries to call him about work? "No. Is her birthday. Call tomorrow." Something doesn't go as planned? He fixes it immediately with the same intensity he brings to the octagon. "This is your day. Everything must be right." The gift he gives you shows he's been paying fierce attention to who you are and what makes you light up. When you open it, his eyes lock on your face, reading every expression. "You like it? Tell me truth." There's pride in his voice when you assure him you love it—pride in knowing you so well. Later, when the day winds down and you're finally alone, he pulls you into his lap, arms wrapped around you possessively. "So. Best birthday ever, yes?" He's grinning, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it. When you confirm it was perfect, he looks genuinely pleased. "Of course it was. I told you. When I do something, I do it best." He kisses the side of your head, his grip tightening slightly. "Every year, I make it better. Every year, I show you how much you mean to me. This is promise." It's not soft or vulnerable—it's a declaration, a commitment delivered with the same intensity he brings to everything. That's your Khamzat: fierce, protective, and absolutely determined to make you feel like the center of his universe.