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Sleepover

Request: The reader and Illya have a sleepover

Characters: Illya Kuryakin x Reader

Gender: Any/Neutral    Triggers: None

Words: 1,413

“Come on it’ll be fun!” you whined following the tall man.

“No, it is ridiculous” he said in his deep voice while turning to face you. Pouting at him he frowned at you “We are adults y/n, adults do not have slumber parties” he said while wincing at the words.

“It wouldn’t be a slumber party, it’s a sleep over, their different” you said while crossing your arms.

Raising his eyebrows he copied your stance “How so?”

“Umm, well, slumber parties are for children. Sleep overs are more mature. Instead of gossiping about boys we relax and talk about other things, or we could listen to music, play games, anything really” you said sounding unsure.

Illya watched you closely, why did you want to spend so much time with him. Perhaps it was because you liked him? The idea of you liking him more than a friend both exited and scared him. But seeing how hard you were trying to get him to spend time with you he sighed while giving in.

“Fine” he said almost forcefully. But seeing the bright smile that spread across your face, he had to force himself not to smile back at you.

“Yay! I promise it will be fun! Come by my room at seven and we will start then” you said excitedly as you turned and left.

Illya watched you practically skip away, letting a small smile form on his face. If there was one thing he loved, it was seeing you happy.

You started preparing your room piling up every cushion and blanket you could find. You were going to build a blanket fort once he arrived. After gathering everything, you looking around the large room, shuddering briefly. One of the real reasons you wanted Illya to stay with you was because this room was terrifying. The tall dark walls, the sculpted ceiling covered in the designs of Angels. The whole room had an eerie feeling to it, and you really disliked being alone in it. You were originally going to ask Gabby to stay over but you wanted to feel safe. And no offense to Gabby, Illya was the one who made you feel the most safe. Solo did too, but you didn’t know him as well.

As seven rolled around you waited impatiently for the large Russian to arrive. Sitting in a chair you froze at the creaking sound of the room. “I really wish it didn’t do that” you said quietly to yourself. Gasping at the sudden knock on your door you sighed as you quickly stood and ran to the door.

When you opened the door you saw Illya holding a bag “Hello” he said simply, almost awkwardly.

Standing aside so he could walk in, you looked down at the bag he was carrying “What’s that?”

“You mentioned that people play games at these...sleep overs, so I brought you some” he turned, handing you the bag.

Grabbing it and looking in you smiled “Mousetrap, Monopoly and..chess?” looking up at him with a raised eyebrow he shrugged his shoulders.

“I didn’t know what you liked” he said simply. Turning to the pile of blankets and pillows he spoke slowly “Did something explode?”

Chuckling you set the bag on the table and walked over the the blankets “No, I thought we could build a blanket fort”

“A what?” he asked frowning at you.

“A blanket fort. It’s like a fort...made out of blankets”

He glared at you "Yes okay...but why?” 

“Because it’s fun, and comfortable”

Staring at you for a moment he sighed “Alright” he walked over and picked up a blanket “How do we start with this..blanket fort?”

Smiling you started moving around the blankets and explaining to him how you should form the fort. After about twenty minutes you were content with what you two had made. 

“See? Fun” you said panting as you crawled out of the fort after propping it up.

“I would say frustrating, but alright” he said kneeling down and looking inside “how am I suppose to fit in that?”

“We don’t have to stay in it, we lay down, like this. And we can have a game right here” you said patting the floor in front of you.

“Ah, I see” Turning he grabbed the bag of games ”what should we play first?”

After having played, and won mousetrap you decided to set up a game of chess “I haven’t played this in a long time, you might have to remind me of some of the rules along the way” you said setting up your pieces.

“Of course. Who did you use to play with?” he asked glancing over at you

“My dad. It was his favorite game” you said smiling fondly

Nodding his head he spoke quietly “I use to play with my father as well when I was a child”

About half way through the game you looked over at Illya, who was deep in thought about his next move “Thanks for doing this by the way”

Looking over at you he nodded “It’s alright. I must admit, this is much more..fun then I thought it would be”

Smiling you budged his shoulder with yours “I told you it would be”

Rolling his eyes playfully he made his next move “But I still don’t know why you asked me” 

“Umm, because we are friends” you excused.

Hearing the doubt in your voice he squinted at you “There is another reason though. I can hear it in your voice”

Just as you were about to defend yourself another groan came from the walls of your room. Both you and Illya looked around. Deciding to admit why you had really asked him here you spoke shyly “This room scares me”

Illya, looking from the roof over to you saw the genuine discomfort in your eyes “You asked me here...because you were scared?”

Seeing you smile shyly and nod your head he felt a burning in his chest, a warmth he wasn’t use to. Restraining himself from smiling he spoke as seriously as he could “Well you don’t have to worry, I will protect you from the scary groaning walls”

Turning to him you glared at him, smacking him on the shoulder you were slightly surprised when he laughed out loud.

“You’re so mean” you said chuckling.

“I am joking, I’m joking. But...I am glad that I make you feel safe” he said genuinely, his heart still pounding. 

Just as you were about to speak, you let out a yawn. Ignoring it and making another move on the chess board you felt Illya staring at you.

“You are tired, do you want to go to bed?”

“No no, let’s finish the game first” you said yawning once again.

Smiling at you he turned back towards the board, making a large move he turned towards you “Check Mate”

“Wha-..how. I hate you” you said glaring at him

Chuckling again he moved the board away from the fort, turning slightly towards you he spoke with a hint of confusion “If you took all the blankets and pillows from the couch and bed for this fort..where are we going to sleep?”

Looking at him you raised an eyebrow, speaking as if the answer was obvious “In the fort” 

Suddenly feeling nervous he turned his head and looked into the fort “Together?”

Hearing the nervousness in his voice you chuckled “I don’t kick in my sleep if that’s what you’re afraid of” you said turning and crawling into the fort.

Grabbing a pillow and patting the area next to you Illya slowly crawled in as well. Lying on his back he tried to get comfortable. 

Watching him, amused you spoke through another yawn “Have you really never had a sleep over?”

Turning to look at you he shook his head sheepishly “No”

“Hmm, well, how was your firs one then?” you said closing your eyes

Watching you, he spoke quietly “It was good...thank you”

“Yerwelcome” you slurred out, sleep beginning to take you.

Illya watched you contently as he grabbed a nearby blanket and covered you. Hearing another quiet groan from the walls of the room, his mind flashed back to what happened before. He made you feel safe. Smiling at the thought, he never really imagined someone would feel safe around him, let alone enough to fall asleep next to him. But you did. And he swore to himself that he would make sure you always felt safe around him.

Requested by @angelpoett

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I Got You

Prompt: “Don’t you dare touch them” 

Characters: Illya Kuryakin x Reader

Gender: Any/Neutral    Triggers: Mild Torture/Blood

Words: 895

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“Illya!” you whispered out, hoping he would hear you.

You two got separated during the gun fight, now you were in an abandoned building looking for him. How had you not found him yet? I mean he was a large 6′5″ Russian bear, how could you possibly miss that. Lost in your thoughts you hadn’t realized the other person you missed. 

“Don’t move”

You froze as the accented voice spoke, a gun touching the back of your head “Crap” you said out loud.

“Drop your gun and turn slowly”

Doing so you turn to see one of the men from the gun fight, a tall dark haired German man with a deep gash on his cheek. Which you had given him with the knife Illya gave you for your birthday.

“Hello again” he said with a malicious grin

Sighing, you closed your eyes briefly, this was not going to go well.

Illya walked stealthily into the building, where were you? You had been separated for a good 30 minutes, and he was getting worried. He stopped as he heard a voice coming from the floor above him. Quietly walking up the stairs he strained to listen, pausing when he heard your voice.

“Where are your friends? The American and Russian spies?”

“I don’t know. I was actually looking for one of them when you so rudely interrupted me” you said bored

He sneered at you before slapping you across the face. When Illya heard the slap he got angry. Slowly moving forward he peaked his head into the doorway, seeing the back of the man that had hit you, two other armed men and you, tied up in a chair, a dark bloody bruise across your face, your bloody lip. Looking at one of the men he saw the cattle prod in his hands, which he undoubtedly had already used. Illyas heart pounded as his anger grew even more.

“Tell me where they are” he said leaning down and staring into your face.

You were about to respond when you saw movement from behind the mans head, Illya had peaked into the room again.

You smirked before looking into the mans eyes “I don’t know were the American is, but I do know where the Russian is”

Just as the man was going to ask where he heard his men gasp, turning he stumbled as Illya barreled into the room, attacking the armed men. Taking the opportunity, you kicked out your legs, knocking the man over. Illya seeing him fall ran to attack him, but was tackled by another man.

After a moment of fighting he managed to knock him out, standing at pointing the gun at the other man he faltered slightly at what he saw. The man had stood quickly, taking a knife from the table and pressed it against your neck.

You sat as still as you could as the blade presses against your skin. You hissed as the blade pressed deeper when the man began talking.

“Put the gun down, or I will kill them”

“Don’t you dare touch them” Illya said, his voice deep and threatening.

The man behind you chuckled “Don’t you see, I already have” he said referring to your bloodied face.

Illya glared at the man as he glanced down into your eyes, looking back up at the man he tried he slowly lowered the gun and raised his hands “Fine, just put the knife away”

The man smirked at Illya, thinking he had won. Moving the knife away from yor neck, you felt relieved, but only for a moment. Quickly the man stabbed the knife towards you, aiming for your chest. You moved just in time for the knife to stab into your shoulder rather than your chest. Crying out in pain you threw yourself from the chair as Ilya ran forward.

As Illya tackled the man they fell to the ground exchanging blows. You whimpered in pain as you found a small piece of broken glass, just big enough for you to use to cut the ropes around your hands. Grabbing it, while ignoring the pain of the glass cutting into your hand you managed the cut the rope. Turning you see the man and Illya on the ground. 

The man had grabbed a gun and pointed it at Illyas head, knowing that he would not hesitate Illya widened his eyes before the man froze, dropping the gun. You had pulled the knife out of your own shoulder, which was probably a bad idea, but you had to save Illya. You moved forward and plunged the knife into the mans back.

As he fell onto Illya’s chest, he quickly threw him off, sitting up and looking at you. Leaning against the table, your face tired, and your shoulder bloodied along with the rest of you.

Illya leaning forward and touched your face “Are you alright Куколка?”

Nodding your head lightly you sighed “For the most part”

Smiling lightly he leaned forward and swooped you up into his arms “Don’t worry, I got you”

As he stood with you in his arms you leaned your face into his shoulder, inhaling his scent. As he left the building with you in his arms his heart continued to pound, he had found you, but not before you got hurt. But he would make sure that never happened again.

Requested by @1000fandoms - Hope you liked it! :)

Куколка = Russian equivalent of “baby-doll” - Pronounced Kukolka

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Picnic

Description: The reader takes Illya out for a picnic

Characters: Illya Kuryakin x Reader

Requested by @angelpoett

I really liked writing this one, I love Illya! :)

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” you said excitedly trying to convince the grumpy Russian.

“No, I don’t do picnics” he said as he avoided your gaze.

“Pleeease?” you pleaded

Turning towards you he spoke slowly “What good would a picnic do?”

“It would relieve stress. We just got back from a hard mission, we need to relax, please Illya, for me?” you gave him the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.

Illya made the mistake of looking int your eyes, sighing he looked down “Fine” he could never understand why you liked being around him so much.

Jumping up and down excited you clapped your hands “Great, I’m gonna go pack everything!”

“Pack?! We are not going on a trip y/n” he said following you

“No, but you need certain things for a picnic, food, drinks, a blanket, you know picnic things!” you said while looking for something to put everything in. “Now, you go get dressed, wear something loose and comfortable, it’s warm out today, perfect picnic weather” Illya sighed as he left you to pack.

As he was getting ready he couldn’t ignore the quickened pace of his heartbeat when he thought about being alone with you, it never really happened. Plus he’s never been to a picnic, what exactly do you do at one?

About an hour later he heard a soft knock on his door, opening it his eyes dropped down to the basket in your hands. “Ready?” you asked excited.

“I suppose” he said almost nervous.

After a 20 minute drive you pointed out were Illya should park. You had found a nice empty field outside of town. Walking to a perfect spot under a tree you pulled out a blanket, laying it on the ground you kneeled down, looking up at Illya who was standing awkwardly by the tree you patted the blanket next to you.

“Sit” he moved awkwardly forward and slowly sat down, trying to get comfortable on the hard ground. 

He watched as you opened the basket, pulling out a bottle of wine and some sandwiches. Reaching forward and picking one up he studies it “Did you make these?” he glanced up at you.

Smiling and nodding you took out two glasses “Yep, there are three different kings, ham and cheese, tuna and egg. You can choose whichever one you want” you looked up at him seeing him staring at you with an unfamiliar look “What?” you felt a blush start to creep up your cheeks.

Clearing his throat after realizing he was staring at you he put the sandwich down “Nothing, just- thank you” he said picking up the egg sandwich instead.

He watched you as you poured the wine, handing him a glass. “Wine?” you just nodded your head in response as you lied on your stomach. 

After you ate some sandwiches and drank a little wine you decided to take out the camera from the basket. Looking over at Illya you notice he was focusing on picking up some bread crumbs on the blanket, you sneakily pointed the camera at him and took a picture, causing him to look up quickly. Seeing the look he was giving you, you just smiled “Memories” he just looked down again slightly embarrassed that you would want a picture of him.

You stood up and pointed the camera at the field in front of you. There wasn’t much to take a picture of but it was still a peaceful sight. Illya watched as you took pictures of nothing. He had barely noticed the small smile that found its way onto his face. You turned back to him and sat back down setting the camera next to him. He glanced down at the camera as you lied down on your back. 

You closed your eyes, comfortable in the warm weather and cool breeze. You didn’t notice Illya grabbing the camera. You opened your eyes at the sound of the familiar click. Glancing over at Illya you see him pointing the camera at you. Another click. Smiling at him he took yet another picture. He moved the camera from his face and repeated what you said earlier “Memories” you swore you saw a light blush on his cheeks as he moved to lay down on his back as well. 

You two lied there in comfortable silence for a while as you stared up at the sky. Looking at a cloud you spoke up “That cloud looks like a dog!” you looked over at Illya, who was staring at you in confusion. 

He followed your pointing finger to the sky “What dog?”

You sat up and moved over to Illya laying down next to him, you didn’t notice his blush as you got closer. Laying down and pointing at the same cloud you looked at him. He lied next to you trying to follow your finger “See? That one, the pointy part is the ears, and there’s the head and the body” you slowly moved your finger pointing out the figure. 

Illya followed your finger as he saw the shape being to appear “Ah, yes, and there is the tail!” he said pointing it out.

“Yeah!” you said happily that he saw the same thing. “What do you think the one next to it looks like?”

You glanced over at him seeing him crinkle his forehead “It kind of resembles...a hand” he opened his hand to mock what it looked like. 

Looking at it you raise your hand opening it as well “Yeah, it kind of does” you smiled, turning your face you see Illya already staring at you with a small smile. Blushing lightly you turned your face back up the sky “Thanks for coming with my Illya” you said shyly.

“You are welcome. Thank you...for bringing me. Though I am not sure why you  asked me instead of Gabby, or even Solo” he continued looking at you.

Turning your face, making eye contact with him you thought about why you did invite him instead “I guess it’s because..you seem...lonely sometimes.” he rose his eyebrow in confusion “You never really go out with us, and I realized that I don’t really know that much about you. I invited you instead of them because I want to be your friend Illya”

He stared at you for a moment thinking over your words “I seemed lonely?” you nodded lightly “I suppose..I am not use to being around others so often, but...I would like to be your friend as well y/n” though part of him wanted more, and unbeknownst to him, you did as well.

You smiled at him “Good” you earned a small smile from him as he turned his head back towards the sky. You stared at his profile for a second before looking up as well. 

You two stared at the sky for a while more, each pointing out figures you saw in the clouds. Eventually you turned your head, looking over at the trees, seeing the sun getting lower in the sky “I suppose we should go back now, I hadn’t realized we had been out for so long”

Illya followed your gaze to the setting sun “Yes, Solo and Gabby might be wondering were we went off too.” you two sat up as you packed everything back up. Stretching you looked back down at the field. “I like this place” you said contently. 

Looking over at Illya you see his eyes moving over the field as well. “Yes, it is nice. We should do this again” he said looking over at you with a shy gaze.

Smiling at him you nodded your head “That would be nice” he smiled back at you. Picking up the basket you walked back to the car with Illya. Taking one last look at the field you smiled contently Happy that you came, and beyond happy that Illya wanted to do it again. 

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