#ilja dragunov oneshot

[the-hanged-lover]

rules

basically just who i write for and general rules when requesting. who i write for is subject to change as time goes on. you can find my masterlist here.

please do

i will write oneshots, drabbles, and headcanons; feel free to request for any.

be detailed.

request as much as you like. i don’t mind. i love getting requests. :D

i will write about potentially upsetting topics. trigger warnings will always be present. these topics include s/h, violence, things related to suicide, abuse (never by the person i’m writing for), and profanity.

i typically write for female readers in mind, but i will do gender neutral readers or male readers if requested. i will also gladly do other pronouns besides she/her.

please do not

do not—and i cannot stress this enough—request anything smut related. ever. i will never write it.

do not badger me about requests. i’ll just delete it and move on.

i will not write about the reader cheating/being cheated on by the character you request; they can be cheated on by a different character. i will also not write anything related to a specific weight. do not request anything related to miscarriages.

tua

luther hargreeves. diego hargreeves. allison hargreeves. klaus hargreeves. ben hargreeves (original and sparrow timeline). viktor hargreeves. sloane hargreeves.

marvel

frank castle. yelena belova. matt murdock. elektra natchios. wanda maximoff. bucky barnes. sam wilson. jessica jones. steven grant. marc spector. jake lockley. stephen strange. thor. loki.

wrestling

la knight. roman reigns. jey uso. asuka. rhea ripley. cora jade. indi hartwell. dexter lumis. becky lynch. bayley. dakota kai. iyo sky. cody rhodes. damian priest. dominik mysterio. finn bálor. carmelo hayes. trick williams. jade cargill. seth rollins. sami zayn. kevin owens. chad gable. ilja dragunov. tiffany stratton. mjf. christian cage. danhausen.

horror

jason voorhees. amanda young. lawrence gordon. mark hoffman. pinhead. hannibal lecter (both movie and tv versions). will graham. patrick bateman. charles lee ray. tiffany valentine. candyman.

the boys

billy butcher. hughie campbell. frenchie. m.m. kimiko miyashiro. annie january. queen maeve. cherie. homelander. soldier boy.

gen v

marie moreau. emma meyer. jordan li. cate dunlap. sam riordan.

mortal kombat

mileena. kitana. tanya. hanzo hasashi. kuai liang. kung lao. raiden/dark raiden. kenshi. johnny cage. bi-han/noob saibot. smoke. li mei. jade. shang tsung. kabal. kano. ashrah. rain. syzoth. sindel (midway/mk1 version). skarlet. cassie cage. sareena. erron black. fujin.

killing eve

eve polastri. villanelle.

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[southwalessubculture]

Attacks

hello, world

The first thing you felt was pain. Your head ached, and you couldn't say that your right felt any better. It stung as you tried to sit up, enough coursing through your body to force you back into the mat as the doctor to your left told you not to try, to save your energy for when you inevitably had to get out of the ring in a minute.

The second thing you noticed was the crowd. Not the ones around you in the audience seats, but in the ring. Referees, talent, close to a dozen people. A couple of them were hovering over you with concern, Ashton Smith and your friend in Alexander Wolfe, but the rest were all crowded around a fight on the other side of the ring.

The third thing was the noise. It came in slow, ringing in your ears like a movie, but when it finally hit it was enough to make you flinch, covering your ears and whimpering because it hurt, it hurt so much. You tried to listen, but every word you heard seemed like gibberish, the blind yellings of a madman.

It took a moment for you to realize that it was because it wasn't English at all, because it was German. But who would be fighting right next to your prone body? Imperium? Alex was right by you, but this wasn't the calculated taunting of Marcel, the short-tempered quips of Walter, the calls between either of them and Fabian. It was more panicked, more rushed, more intense. It wasn't until the referees calls for him to stop, back away, that you finally figured it out, looking over to the crowd again.

Ilja couldn't help but feel his body relax a bit when you met his gaze, almost overflowing with detachment. He abandoned his position, perched over Joseph Conners, wiping his bloodied knuckles against his shirt as he made his way over to you.

"What happened?"

Your voice was quiet, honey in his head after the blind rage he'd been in just a moment prior. He took your hand as Alex and Ashton scattered, trying not to contaminate you with the red substance pooling around his fingers, but you still noticed when your hand became sticky. You raised it to your eyes, and then whined when you saw the blood.

"You're hurt."

"I'm okay. You're what's important."

He smiled a bit as you shook your head, finding himself starting to worry as you visibly screwed your face up in pain.

"What happened? I want to know."

He ran his less damaged hand through your hair, sighing when he saw that he'd still managed to spill some blood into it.

"I'll tell you later, but you were hurt."

It made sense now; why Ilja had been so upset to the point that you could now clearly see all of Imperium in various states of concern in the ring, along with Trent Seven, Ashton Smith and his tag team partner in Oliver Carter, Mark Andrews, two referees, another doctor tending to Joseph, and Jinny crouched over his prone body with a look of concern and mild fear across her face.

You reached up, running your fingers through his blond hair to try and smooth it out, letting out another whimper at the streaks of blood from where he'd been running his hands through it earlier. He tried to comfort you with a fond smile, but it still came off as panicked because of your state.

"I'll be okay, let them check you. Please."

He shook his head in disapproval, muttering something in German that you were too tired and confused to understand.

"He said that he isn't going to worry about himself until he knows you're fine now."

You cast a grateful glance to where Walter stood next to you on the floor, offering you a hand to steady yourself as you sat up.

"Why did you come?"

It was a fair enough question; the match had been between yourself and Alex, taking on the team of Jinny and Joseph Conners. Ilja had no involvement, you hadn't seen him at all during the match and had no reason to suspect he'd been watching. His presence was comforting, being your fiancé and all, but it was incredibly unexpected, especially when you didn't even remember how you had been laid out on the mat like this.

"Joseph attacked you, the referee had turned away because Jinny and Alexander were yelling at each other during the match and he hit you with his finishing move. Jinny told him to."

"It made me angry to see him do that. I had to protect you."

Ilja's statement was simple, but the context from Walter put a lot of perspective to the situation. Ilja had probably been watching from the back, as you always did for each other, and decided that he had to get involved on your behalf. The doctor notioned for Walter to step back so you could move under the bottom rope to get out of the ring, but the motion of moving to a sitting position on the apron had you whimpering and grasping for Ilja behind you to keep yourself upright. His fingers found yours as Walter reached out to steady you with a hand to your shoulder, and the worry on their faces had you worried for your own wellbeing, especially Walter. Ilja was emotionally involved, but Walter was honestly little more than a friendly acquaintance to you, someone who had watched your shoulder come out of its socket mid-match once and continue fighting. How bad did it have to be for him to be concerned?

"Do they need a stretcher?"

"I think they'll be fine, they'll just need help."

The dialogue of the doctors behind you gave a little peace; you were hurt, but it was a good sign that you were being allowed to walk of your own right to the back.

Almost as if on cue, you found yourself surrounded by the members of Imperium, flanking you on all sides as Ilja moved to stand next to you for support. The pressure on your muscles holding yourself upright was almost too much to bear, but he held you up, most of your weight on him.

"I'm sorry, this is pitiful."

"No apologies. You are brave, strong. You fought well," his words were simple, but comforting in their own way, "you could not control this. You are not pitiful."

You smiled at his comfort, a small gesture of an emotion that wasn't worry, a reaction that wasn't pain.

"Thank you, darling."

"Of course."

#ilja dragunov #ilja dragunov imagine #ilja dragunov oneshot #ilja dragunov one shot #it's been so long that i forgot what tags to use #also #over half of this was written before ilja started getting possessed onscreen so apparently i have the gift of foresight or something now #a perfect setup to the events that's followed #this lowkey sucks compared to what else I've written but it's been so long that i doubt many of you are around to see it anyway