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sydsaint · 8 months ago

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Ilja Dragunov supremacy <3

Summary: The reader starts to have doubts about staying with Imperium after the incident with Giovanni and Gunther's change in demeanor after losing the Intercontinental championship. Luckily for her, Ilja, who's an old friend, is starting fresh on Raw.

The SUV has barely pulled into the arena for RAW and you are already tired of being there. Ludwig is busy on the phone talking with his girlfriend Tiffany. And Gunther never bothers to talk much with any of you before the show. Ever since Giovanni got kicked out of Imperium and moved to Smackdown you've been feeling more and more left out.

Ludwig finally hangs up the phone and acknowledges you for the first time since the group left the hotel.

"YN, what's with the face?" Ludwig asks you.

"What face?" You reply blankly and pull your bag higher up on your shoulder.

Ludwig shrugs and grabs his bag from the back of the car. "You look like something is bothering you." He explains. "Come on. You think I haven't noticed you moping around these past few weeks?" He adds and falls into step with you.

"Gunther hasn't seemed to notice anything wrong." You scoff, staring ahead at your leader striding through the hallway. "So maybe you're just being paranoid, Ludwig." You joke with him.

"Yeah, okay." Kaiser drops the subject for the time being.

The three of you head down to the Imperium locker room and get ready for the show. Gunther has a match scheduled for later against Otis, but you and Kaiser aren't scheduled for anything. That doesn't mean Gunther won't want the two of you out there with him though.

You drop your bags off at the locker room and decide to grab a bite to eat from catering since you aren't wrestling.

"I'll be back in a bit, guys. Gonna go grab a bite to eat." You announce your plans to the room as you head for the door.

"Don't be long," Gunther warns you. "I want you and Kaiser both out with me in case Gable and Maxxine are with Otis." He explains.

You nod and pull the door open. "Will do, boss." You muse playfully and head out.

You make your way down to catering and peruse the selection of food and drinks set out for everyone. You decide on a snack wrap and a bottle of water before settling down in an empty seat to scarf down your meal.

You are in the middle of eating and scrolling through your phone when someone approaches your table.

"YN LN?" A male voice catches your attention.

You peek over your phone, still chewing a bite of food, and nearly choke on said food when you see who's standing in front of you.

"Ilja?" You choke back your food and swallow hard. "Hey! How are you?" You ask and gesture for him to take a seat.

Ilja sits down across from you and you take a moment to observe him. It's been over a year since you've seen Dragunov. Not since your NXT UK days. He looks slightly older of course, but there's still that same fire in his eyes. He's dressed in a nicely tailored suit, like usual.

"I'm great, thank you." Ilja smiles at you. "Tonight is my first night here on Raw." He explains.

"Right." You nod. "Pearce snagged you from NXT." You recall Ilja's name being called last week during the draft. "Well, welcome to Raw, Ilja. I'm sure that you'll thrive here." You match his friendly smile.

Ilja nods in thanks. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, probably Ludwig warning you to get back to the locker room. But you chose to ignore it. At least for a minute.

"And how have you been, YN, my dear?" Ilja asks you right back. "I heard that Giovanni recently left Imperium?" He asks you.

"Left, yeah." You scoff. "You could say that I guess." You shrug. "I've been good, Ilja. Thanks for asking." You assure him.

You and Ilja chat for a bit until your phone buzzes again. You begrudgingly take out your phone and check your messages. Ludwig has been blowing up your phone, warning you to get back to the locker room.

"Something wrong?" Ilja notices the annoyed look on your face.

"No, just work." You sigh. "It was wonderful to see you again, Ilja. But I've got to get back to work." You stand up from your seat.

Ilja does the same and walks around the table to you. He holds his arms out for a hug and you gladly accept.

"Of course. I won't keep you." Ilja pulls you into him for a hug. "It was a pleasure seeing you again, YN. I hope we can talk again soon." He adds as he lets you go.

"I'd like that." You nod. "I'll see you around, Ilja." You flash him one more smile before you hurry back to the locker room.

You hurry back to the locker room and manage to make it back just in time. Gunther and Ludwig are waiting for you when you arrive.

"YN. There you are." Gunther stares at you once you're through the door.

"I'm cutting it close, I know." You reply. "I'm sorry. I ran into an old friend down in catering and lost track of time." You explain.

Now that you're back with the group, everyone files out to the ring for Gunther's match with Otis. Ludwig falls into step with you behind Gunther, and he's got questions.

"Who'd you see in catering that was so important?" Ludwig asks you.

"Ilja." You reply, a smile creeping up on your face. "I ran into Ilja."

Ludwig's pace falters a bit at the mention of Dragunov's name. "Right. I forgot he was drafted to Raw." He suddenly recalls the draft. "What did the two of you talk about?" He asks you.

"We were just catching up." You shrug. "Ilja and I used to be friends. Remember?"

Ludwig nods. You did use to be friends with Ilja. The two of you started in NXT UK at the same time. You got scouted by Gunther to be a member of Imperium almost immediately. But Ilja remained his enemy. Despite the differences in factions, you and Ilja always remained civil. But the two of you lost touch when Imperium left NXT UK before him.

"Gunther isn't going to like talking to Dragunov," Ludwig warns you.

"I don't really care." You admit. "I'm a grown woman, Kaiser. I can talk to whomever I please." You huff, gaze fixed on Gunther walking ahead of you.

Kaiser nods and drops the subject. Everyone files out to the ring and Gunther has his match against Otis. You and Kaiser help keep Maxxine and Gable at bay for him. But otherwise, you are stuck on the sidelines for the majority of the match.

After Gunther beats Otis he decides to do a bit of showboating. He obtains a microphone and stands in the middle of the ring to address the crowd. You stand off to the side of the ring with Ludwig and roll your eyes at Gunther's ego rearing its ugly head.

"This again?" You sigh and turn toward Kaiser.

"Shh." Kaiser hushes you sharply. "Don't let him hear you. It'll only cause problems." He whispers to you.

You roll your eyes again but stop talking for the moment. Gunther finishes his speech and everyone heads back to the locker room. Kaiser once again falls into to step with you behind Gunther. And he's got more opinions to share with you.

"YN, are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" Kaiser asks you. "And don't tell me it's nothing again. I'm not an idiot." He insists.

"This doesn't bother you?" You gesture to Gunther walking ahead of you. "This new attitude from him?" You ask Kaiser. "He's always been tough, sure. But this? The speeches? What he did to Giovanni? None of that bothers you?"

Kaiser shrugs and glances forward at Gunther as well. "Gio was losing his edge. It was messed up, yeah. But it had to be done." He insists.

"I guess." You blink a few times, unnerved by Kaiser's lack of empathy for attacking his former best friend.

Everyone makes it back to the locker room area and are headed for the Imperium locker room. When you turn the corner Ilja is there loitering in the hallway.

"Ilja!" You greet him first.

You step forward and past Gunther who is now staring a hole into Dragunov.

"Hello again, YN." Ilja greets you. "Gunther, Ludwig." He nods to your companions. "I don't want any trouble friends. I just came to talk to, YN."

You walk over to Ilja and set a hand on his arm. You glance back at your comrades before leading Ilja away from them. The two of you step into a less-populated part of the backstage area so you can talk.

"Ilja, what's going on?" You confront Dragunov. "I didn't think you'd want to talk again so soon. It's only been like an hour or so." You add.

"Yes, I apologize for the intrusion." Ilja replies. "But I watched you out in the ring with Gunther and Ludwig." He explains. "And forgive me if this sounds a bit odd and uncalled-for, but I couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable you looked out there. So I wanted to check up on you."

You wear a look of slight surprise upon hearing Ilja's confession. "That's sweet of you to be concerned about me, Ilja." You fidget with your hands, the incident reminding you of back when the two of you used to be friends. "I'm alright, though. Really." You assure him, despite the fact that Gunther and Ludwig are obviously on your nerves.

Ilja nods, glad to hear that you seem to be alright. His worries are about to be put to rest when Ludwig steps into the room looking for you.

"YN? Hey, Gunther's worried about you." Kaiser makes a b-line for you, not giving Ilja a second thought.

"What? Worried about me? Why?" You turn around to talk with Kaiser.

Kaiser makes it over to your side and you don't notice that he puts himself between you and Ilja subtly.

"You're out here being all shady and disappearing with him." Kaiser looks at Ilja pointedly. "The fact that you trust him astounds me. And Gunther as well." He adds.

"Disappearing with him?" You scoff. "We're having a friendly conversation, Ludwig." You scold him.

Ludwig huffs and shakes his head. "YN, come on. Have some sense. Are you trying to end up like Giovanni?" He asks you.

That's the last straw for you. "Excuse me?" You raise your voice at Ludwig, which catches Ilja's attention. "You know what? I'd be happy to end up like Giovanni if it means I get away from you and Gunther's pretentious bullshit!" You step away from him.

Ilja steps up next to you, ready to defend you if needed.

"YN." Ludwig reaches a hand out to touch you.

"Don't." You swat his hand away. "I am done with this, Ludwig. I'm doen with you. And I'm done with Gunther." You insist. "I just can't do it anymore."

Ludwig tries to reach out again but is met by Ilja grabbing him with a firm grip. "I believe it is time for you to leave, friend." He warns Kaiser.

"Fine." Kaiser rips his hand away from Ilja's grip. "I'll set your bag out in the hall for you." He scoffs before storming off.

You watch Ludwig walk off in a rage. A part of you feels bad. He's been your friend for a long time. You're even getting close to his girlfriend, Tiffany as of late. But you simply can't do it anymore.

"Are you alright?" Ilja checks on you once Ludwig is out of sight.

"Yeah, Ilja. I'm okay." You nod. "Actually okay, this time." You muse. "I don't suppose that you're looking for a new compantion to join you on Raw?" You ask him.

Ilja cracks a small smile and nods. "I'd love to have you at my side, YN." He leans down for a hug. "Come on. I'll come with you to retreive your things."

"Thanks, Ilja." You nod and thank him for his support.

All this time has gone by since you've had the pleasure of being aqauinted with the one and only mad dragon. And yet he's still the same man you once knew. A fiercy loyal, good man.

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wwereaderinserts · 5 months ago

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I HAVE to send another request in for you because you absolutely KILLED the Gunther one I sent you and can't thank you enough!

Could I request something with Ilja Dragunov? I've had this idea for one where he and the reader have been best friends since they joined NXT- like, attached at the hip, always supporting each other during their matches, the kind of best friends who give each other big huge kisses on the cheek sort of thing- but the reader is so in love with him that the night he gets called up to the main roster and they don't, they basically break down and then finally admit to him them that they've loved him for years and it's just the absolute sweetest/fluffiest smut possible? (Like this man has to be the KING of passionate but tender sex I just KNOW IT.) Thank you so much again! ❤️

You're very welcome, I hope you enjoy this one just as much!!❤️

Title: Making Up For Lost Time Pairing: Ilja Dragunov x AFAB!Reader Word Count: 2,572 Warnings: Smut, maybe a few swears

Your heart swells with pride as you watch Ilja soak in the cheers and applause of your peers, a mile-wide smile on your face when he turns to you to cup your face with both hands and plant a massive kiss on your cheek for everyone present as well as those watching from home to see before he’s pumping the air with his fist and making his way down to Shawn to shake his hand.

Are you happy for your best friend being called up to the main roster tonight? Of course you are, it goes without saying. He’s worked his ass off for this moment and you couldn’t be more proud of him. You’ve always supported him in everything he does, and the feeling is more than mutual, but as the night goes on and more and more superstars besides you are getting called up, a knot of anxiety twists in your stomach.

It’s just that you’ve always envisioned sharing this moment with Ilja, getting called up from NXT to the main roster on the same night as him. And admittedly, it does sting, you staying exactly where you are while he’s going up to Raw, and when you both get a moment alone together back at his hotel room once the dust settles after everything, it doesn’t take him long to see right through you.

“...Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you all night,” Ilja stops himself mid-sentence, his faltering smile being replaced with a look of concern, “What’s wrong? I can tell something isn’t right.”

You’re about to give him a dismissive shake of the head in response at first, but you know it’s no use, nor will he be willing to accept that. The knot of anxiety that had been twisting in your stomach earlier in the night has returned with a vengeance, and you opt to tug at your jacket in a feeble attempt to steady your trembling hands while you take a deep breath.

“I’m fine, really. It’s…” you trail off, finding the right words, “I know how selfish this might sound, because this is your moment. But I guess I was hoping I’d be called up tonight, too. With you. And when I didn’t hear my name being called out, it felt so dejecting.”

The words spill from you like a floodgate has opened, but you’re still far from done yet. The frustration begins to gnaw at you, your chest tightening while unshed tears prick at your eyes, threatening to fall if so much as one more drop wells up in them.

“I’m not taking anything away from anyone else, because I know how hard everyone has worked, but when will it be my turn?” you choke out, finally looking him in the eyes, “And what’s getting to me the most is the thought of something changing between us now we probably won’t see each other as much. I honestly don’t know if I could take that. I don’t want us to drift at all.”

“(Y/N)...you know I won’t let that happen.”

Ilja frowns, taking a step closer to you. Seeing you so upset and frustrated about this tugs at his heartstrings, and while he knows he can’t completely fix the situation, he’ll walk through brick walls just to see you crack a smile again at the very least.

Shaking your head, you finally allow your tears to fall, the irritation getting the better of you as you break down in front of him. You don’t mean to, but you snap at him, and it’s as though your mouth is working too quickly for your brain to even comprehend.

“But what if it happens anyway, whether we want it to or not? I don’t think I could take that, because I love you, Ilja! I have for years, and I can’t pretend that I don’t for much longer. It’s killing me.”

The confession angrily spills from your lips before you can even stop yourself, and once you realise exactly what you’ve blurted out to Ilja, you stare at him with wide eyes while your heart hammers in your chest.

Silence hangs between you both like a fragile thread, leaving far too much room for doubts to creep in, and you fear you might have just ruined everything between you both. Ilja looks dumbfounded while he processes the new information, almost as though he can’t believe his ears. As if he can’t believe that you truly feel the same way as he does.

“...You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that,” Ilja’s gaze softens as reality eventually hits him like a freight train, “I’ve been hoping you’d say that.”

Ilja reaches out and tenderly caresses your face, his eyes boring into yours while your brain is playing catch up. You’ve been so afraid of taking the gamble for all these years out of fear of rejection and spoiling what you both have, yet here you are, both going all in with the highest payout either of you could have hoped for.

You sniffle, still trembling from the onslaught of emotions you’ve gone through while you’re looking right back at him as you lean into his touch, relief washing over you when he doesn’t reject you. Then, after much contemplation, he leans down in a bold move and captures your lips with his own. The kiss is initially soft, a delicate exploration of new territory, but it quickly deepens when the passion between you ignites as you melt into each other.

“What have we been doing?” you ask him, breathless and smiling when you momentarily break the kiss, “All this time we’ve wasted-”

“Then why don’t we make up for it?”

Ilja rests his forehead against yours, his breathing staggered while he awaits your reaction. Your heart flutters in your chest at that, and rather than giving him a verbal response, your lips meet his again for another kiss with as equal fervour as the first one. Midway through the kiss, Ilja breaks away from you, but he leaves little room for any questions or confusion when he scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bed instead, earning a soft gasp from you.

He approaches the bed with you in his arms, and he sets you down, giving you a moments’ breather before he joins you on the bed, hovering over you. Ilja leans forward and plants a soft kiss to your lips, one hand drifting to cup your cheek while the other ghosts along your side, slipping under your shirt to trace the curve of your waist. Shivers dance along your spine while his fingertips graze your skin, and you respond in kind by wrapping your arms around his neck to draw him in closer, deepening the kiss between you both.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

The words come easier to Ilja now, his voice breathy and raw with emotion while he gazes into your eyes with the utmost sincerity. He notices the way your breath catches at that, the way he sees the sincerity in your own eyes as you look right back at him, the way your smile grows.

“I love you, too, Ilja,” you say it back to him, just as easily, “I want you to make love to me.”

“I wouldn’t do this any other way.”

Ilja says before he presses his lips to yours again, mutual love and devotion now bleeding into the kiss. His hand moves to the hem of your shirt, and he gently lifts it up, starting his quest of beginning to reveal every inch of you to him. You sit up to aid him, allowing him to tug the garment over your head to leave you half naked before you lay back down, your back flat against the sheets once more. You gasp softly when he begins to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, to your collarbones, down your chest, until he reaches the waistband of your pants.

You shift underneath Ilja as he kisses his way down your body, your legs subconsciously parting for him to make way for himself to rest between them. His hands roam along your body, gradually drifting down to your pants, and you angle your hips up without him even having to ask or tell you to do so. Ilja chuckles at this, unzipping your pants before he tugs them down your thighs, then down your legs completely before he discards them, leaving you laying on the bed in nothing but your panties.

“You are breathtaking,” he smiles at you, his eyes full of affection, “Absolutely beautiful.”

You blush at the compliment, resisting the urge to bury your face in the covers to hide how much you’re beaming from ear to ear. But when Ilja tears himself away from marvelling at the sight of you before him, he seemingly realises how overdressed he actually is, and him beginning to undress himself is what prevents you from averting your eyes.

Ilja has your full, undivided attention when he begins with his jacket, shrugging it off with ease and unceremoniously letting it drop to the floor before he’s loosening his tie and tossing it across the room. Then, almost as though he’s wanting you to savour the moment, he slowly starts to unbutton his shirt, exposing his bare torso to you bit by bit while you lay back and enjoy the show.

Your eyes rake over him as he undresses, your mind running rampant as you imagine every possible avenue tonight could go down. When he throws his shirt to one side and kicks his shoes off before he begins unzipping his pants, you feel your pussy throb in a mix of sheer need and anticipation rolled into one when it hits you yet again that this is really happening.

“And to think, you didn’t even give me the chance to tell you how overdressed you were.”

You muse, earning a chuckle from Ilja. His eyes remain glued to yours, but when his pants slip down his thighs, then his legs entirely, your gaze is somewhere else. You whet your lips when you catch sight of the outline of his hardening cock in his boxers, and Ilja smirks triumphantly when he takes note of you staring.

“We’re making up for lost time, are we not?”

He quips, stepping out of the pants pooling at his ankles in favour of rejoining you on the bed instead in his rightful position between your legs. There, his hand drifts home, slipping beneath your panties, finding you slick and wet already.

He gingerly rubs your clit to drag a soft groan out of you, increasing the pressure as he revels in every sweet sound that proceeds to fall from your lips as if they’re literal music to his ears. His fingers glide through your folds, gathering up your slick with ease before he slips two fingers inside you and curls them oh so deliciously, and you already subtly buck your hips, needing more from him.

“Ilja, I want more,” you groan softly, pleading with him, “I need more.”

And he certainly isn’t prepared to deprive you of that. Ilja slides his fingers out of you and out of your panties, now honing in on the waistband of the remaining offending garment before he slowly tugs them down to bare every last inch of you to him.

He feels his cock twitch, seeing you spread your legs for him once you kick your panties off to the side, and he can’t hold back for much longer, the overwhelming urge to please you to your heart’s content now consuming him. Ilja drags his boxers down, letting his cock spring free before he positions himself between your legs, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Are you ready for me?” Ilja asks, his cock in his hand as he brushes it against your folds, “I’m definitely ready for you.”

“I’m more than ready.”

Your eyes are filled with desire, breath hitching as you give him an affirming nod. A soft whimper escapes your lips as he slowly pushes himself inside you, feeling your tight walls enveloping him. His pace is slow at first, each thrust of his deliberate, savouring the feeling of your bodies coming together as one.

Your moans fill the room, quickly muffled by his Ilja’s lips against yours as he sets out to swallow each one. You arch into his touch, and he grips your thighs as he deepens the kiss, clinging to you as the soft slap of skin against skin gradually intensifies.

“Is this good for you?” Ilja asks, his breathing now slightly laboured, “I want to make you feel as incredible as you make me feel-”

“It’s more than good for me, god…please, don’t stop!”

He grunts and groans at that, bucking his hips slightly harder, determined to get you to where you want to be. You let out a moan when he grazes the right spot inside you, and it only grows louder when he catches it over and over again with impeccable precision.

Your arms snake around his neck, drawing him impossibly closer, and he seizes the opportunity to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while a hand releases its grip on your thigh to slip between you both, rubbing slow circles over your clit.

“If you keep doing that, I might explode-”

You precaution him, despite that being the precise desired end goal you both have in mind. Knowing you’re right on the precipice, each drive of Ilja’s hips becomes more purposeful, and your nails sink into his shoulders as the need for your release grows and grows.

“Then let go for me, love,” Ilja tells you, peppering your neck with kisses, “Let me feel you cum around me.”

With that, Ilja feels you tense under him, your walls clamping around his cock as you cum with a whine of his name, clinging onto him like your life depends on it. All you see is hot white as you arch your back in utter bliss, going limp under him shortly after while you soak in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Seeing you fall apart under him is enough to drive Ilja himself over the edge, his own climax surging through him. He groans your name, burying himself to the hilt before he’s spilling himself inside you. He collapses forward onto you, being mindful of not resting too heavily on you. Your hearts pound in unison as you both lay there, completely spent, your bodies entwined.

Ilja rolls off to the side and allows himself a moment to bask in the afterglow while he also attempts to catch his breath. Your chest heaves, your face flushed as you lay there with a satisfied smile on your face, and it only grows wider when he curls an arm around you and pulls you closer to him, encouraging you to nestle into his side.

“Now, when I tell you that I love you, and that things are never going to change between us,” Ilja hums, carding his fingers through your hair before he presses a tender kiss to your temple, “Do you believe me?”

“Well, they definitely won’t change for the worst, at least,” you giggle softly, splaying a hand across his chest as you trace haphazard patterns there, “But I do, yes. And I love you, too. More than you know.”

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adriswrld · 2 years ago

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Fem! Reader x Ilja Dragunov

plot: reader congratulates Ilja on his NXT UK title win and he admits his feelings for her but reader refuses to start a relationship because she's moving to the US trope: friends to lovers pairings: british wrestler reader x Ilja Dragunov / reader x (platonic) Kay Lee Ray/ Alba Fyre a.n: im literally so obsessed with him its crazy. this is set during NXT TakeOver 36 and time skips to Iljas nxt roster debut

Y/N groaned in pain as she kicked out barely in time. She was facing Meiko Satomura for the NXT UK Championship during NXT TakeOver 36. This match was set just before the NXT UK Championship match, Ilja Dragunov vs Walter to break his 800+ day streak. Meiko looked at the referee in disbelief, not believing that Y/N just kicked out of two scorpion kicks and a suplex. Her distracted gave Y/N a chance to kick her in the face, and lock her into a sleeper hold. "And a sleeper hold from Y/N! Is she gonna get Meiko Satomura to tap out?!"

Y/N's eyes widened when Meiko managed to flip Y/N onto her back and she let out another pained groan. Y/N pulled herself up to her knees only for Meiko to run and perform Scorpio Rising onto Y/N pinning her to the three count to retain her title. "And still! Your NXT UK Women's Champion! Meiko Satomura!" Y/N slammed her hand down in frustration and anger, upset that she couldn't win the title but it wasn't anybodys fault except hers. A few tears ran down her face as she sat in the corner, looking at Meiko who raised her title proudly.

Y/N bit her lip and looked up to see Meiko extend her hand to Y/N. With a heavy sigh she took Meikos hand, letting Meiko held pull her up. Y/N stepped back and bowed out of respect, in which Meiko also bowed. "Congratulations," Y/N spoke, shaking Meikos hand gently before stepping out of the ring to let Meiko have her moment. Y/N got backstage, getting a round of applause from everyone in the gorilla. She smiled as she shook the hand of Triple H and then Shawn Michaels. Y/N thanked them before making her way out but Walter, who was in the gorilla for his match next, stopped her.

"You did phenomenal. Congratulations on your match." Walter said, putting a hand on her shoulder gently and offering a smile. "Thank you. It means a lot. Good luck out there," Y/N responded, shaking Walter's hand before continuing to leave the gorilla. She didn't even notice she passed Ilja before he had gently grabbed her arm to stop her. She turned to look at him and smiled, "I just wanted to say you did amazing out there. Even though you didn't win, you still put everything on the line to make the match great. I'm very proud of you." Y/N smiled at his kind words and looked up at him.

"Thank you, I can't express how much that means to me. Uh I really hope you win tonight so good luck and stay safe," Y/N said, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Ilja nodded and blushed as he watched Y/N walk away and run over to Kay Lee who immediately grinned and embraced her best friend. "You did so good! I liked the little homage you payed to me," Kay Lee said. Y/N laughed and pulled away, "Thank you. It was a last minute thing but I just had to pay homage to the woman who got me back into wrestling." Kay Lee smiled and glanced back to see Ilja enter the gorilla, not before taking a glance back at Y/N who was looking at Kay Lee.

"Sooooo...you gonna tell Ilja how you really feel about him? Or are you still too scared?" Kay Lee teased, nudging Y/N's shoulder as they walking into the women's locker room. "Shut up. I'm not scared I just don't know if it's the right time. This was my last match in NXT UK and Ilja most likely is gonna win the championship tonight so that would mean we're gonna be in completely different continents. It wouldn't work out between us whether he likes me back or not," Y/N stated, plopping down on the couch and looking at Iljas match about to start.

"Oh come on, you don't seriously think you can't make it work?" Kay Lee asked I'm disappointment. She had shipped Ilja and Y/N the minute they had met in wXw. "Kayleigh you try dating someone who lives in the UK whilst you're moving the US. It would never work out with our schedules," Y/N shrugged. Kayleigh frowned but dropped the subject and leaned her head on Y/N's shoulder as they watch the match.

Y/N let out an excited shout, shaking Kayleigh in excitement when Ilja pinned Walter for the title. "And new!! NXT UK Champion! Ilja Dragunov!!!" Kayleigh and Y/N grinned and hugged each other, both happy for their friend. A tear of happiness fell from Y/N's eye as Ilja held up the title with tears in his own eyes. "Go! Go to him!" Kayleigh said, and Y/N turned to look at her, "Should I? Are you sure?" Kayleigh nodded, "Yes! Go!" Y/N nodded to herself before running out of the locker room and heading to the gorilla. Ilja made it back through the curtains and Y/N immediately ran and hugged him, he ignored the pain in his chest and embraced her back without hesitation.

Y/N smiled and pulled away slowly, "Congratulations! You deserve it more than anyone!" She smiled. He grinned, "Thank you Y/N. Couldn't have done it without your support." Y/N shrugged it off and he chuckled before she left him to talk with Hunter and everyone else. Y/N congratulated Walter on the amazing match before heading to catering where Kayleigh had went to talk with Dakota. "Sooooo...did you tell him?" Dakota asked as Y/N sat down at the table, taking a sip of the cold water she grabbed. "No, he just finished his match, I can't burden him with that," Y/N said, shrugging slightly.

"Hey Y/N, Ilja asked me to tell you if you can go to the medic room, he needs to talk to you," Shaun (LA Knight) said, sitting down next to her and taking a bite of Kay Lee's brownie in which she slapped his hand. "Oh okay, thanks for lettin me know," Y/N said, he nodded and snatched Kay's cookie off her plate. Y/N stood up and headed to the medical room, knocking on the door before peeking in and Ilja waved her over. Y/N stepped in and shut the door, glancing at the title that laid on the chair. As much as she was happy for him, it also meant they wouldn't see each other as much anymore.

"You wanted to see me?" Y/N asked, leaning on the wall and watching as he held a bag of ice to his very red chest from all the chops to the chest he took. Literally anyone who faced Walter needed to ice their chest considering Walter was literally known for his famous chest chops. "Yeah, I actually really wanted to tell you something important," he said, setting down the ice and Y/N gave him her full attention. "Uhm, I don't really know how to say this. But, ever since we met that night in wXw, I couldn't stop myself from falling completely in love with you. And over the years I thought I could finally push those feelings away and let you go when you started dating Jordan two years ago but I still just couldn't push those feelings away. I don't think I've ever felt this way for anyone so I'm hoping you feel the same."

When Y/N didn't say anything he let out a sigh and looked down in disappointment. "I really don't know what to say. I mean I obviously didn't realize I loved you until after me and Jordan broke up and you were the first to show up to my place and do your absolute best to cheer me up. I just, I mean I really wished you told me this sooner," Y/N mumbled. Ilja leaned forward and gently took her hand, pulling her closer to him. "I wish I did to so I could ask you to be my girlfriend sooner," Ilja said, cupping her face gently and she smiled slightly.

But then she remembered that she would be moving to the US and looked down in guilt. "What? What is it?" He asked in concern, seeing her face drained of the happiness it showed before. "I...I can't be your girlfriend, Ilja," Y/N said, and the happiness also drained from his face but also some confusion showed. "What do you mean you can't?" He gently moved her face so she looked at him and she sighed heavily. "Tonight was my last match in the NXT UK. Next week I'm announcing my departure from NXT UK and next month I'm debuting on NXT. I'm gonna be moving to the US," Y/N explained, watching all the color drain from his face which made her feel guilty.

"Well, I guess that's a really good reason for rejection," Ilja said with a small chuckle, putting on a smile but she knew it was fake. Y/N smiled softly and nodded, "How about we make a proposal?" She said, and he perked up, interested in the proposal. "I'm listening."

"When you get called up to the main roster or NXT, then we can continue this conversation about this relationship. Deal?" Y/N stuck out her pinkie and Ilja looked down at it with a raised brow, "There's no way I'm doing a pinkie promise," he said. Y/N rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Don't act so high class with me. Intertwine the goddamn pinkie Dragunov," Y/N said with raised brows. Ilja sighed and threw his head back with a dramatic groan before intertwining his pinkie with hers and she let out a small cheer. "You didn't have to but it was so funny anyways," Y/N laughed.

Ilja rolled his eyes but let out a small chuckle of amusement, "I hate you." Y/N scoffed, "A minute ago you confessed your love for me so I think otherwise." Y/N smiled and he smiled, wishing he could just kiss her already but they couldn't or they would most definitely start a relationship. He didn't want to be the reason Y/N would stay in the UK for him so he had to let her go.

Just for now.

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It was exactly over a year later. Y/N was NXT Women's Champion, winning the title from Mandy Rose at NXT: Stand & Deliver. She had currently unified the NXT and NXT UK titles at Worlds Collide, having a phenomenal match with Meiko Satomura and pinning the Champion, which she was heavily praised for as it was very rare for someone to pin the woman. (Blair wasn't in the match) Y/N was told she would be fueding with her long time friend Alba Fyre FKA Kay Lee Ray. This set up Y/N vs Alba at Halloween Havoc for the title.

Y/N rolled her shoulders as she walked out of Shawn Michaels office. He was discussing how he was giving her full permission to say what she wanted on the mic. Before Triple H recently took charge of the company, Y/N was given written scripts that she had to go off of and now she had full permission to say what she liked. Kayleigh walked over to her and put her arm around her shoulder, "So, after our segment I want you to meet an old friend who came to visit. Or well...stay," Kayleigh said with a smirk and Y/N squinted her eyes at Kayleigh in suspicion.

They entered the gorilla so Y/N didn't have much time to respond before her music hit and she walked out. Y/N wore a black AC/DC shirt that tucked into her black jeans with some combat boots and her hair up in a ponytail. Y/N stepped in the ring and got handed a mic, then a chair, that she set up and sat down on. She waited for the crowd to quiet down before she spoke, "So, last week an old friend of mine challenged me for my title, and attacked Toxic Attraction in the process. Which I don't really care about because it's Toxic Attraction. But I do care about the fact that Alba Fyre thinks she has the right to challenge me when she didn't even earn it."

"But, I thought hell maybe it's a good idea. I mean I'm tired of fighting Mandy Rose and beating her each time! Are you tired of that as well?" Y/N asked the crowd in which they all responded with a 'Yeah!' to her question. "Exactly. Like come on, give me someone else to beat. My left pinkie finger has more talent in it than Mandy Rose does in her entire body. See, now a person like that shouldn't even be focusing on my title. She should be focusing on actually learning how to wrestle because let me tell ya something. Mandy Rose is probably one of my worst opponents ever. I've had better matches with rookies than I've ever had with Mandy Rose."

"So, enough about Mandy because the more I talk about her, the more her ego rises. I'd rather talk about Alba Fyre. See, Alba Fyre and I, we go back all the way to when she had her first match in ICW. Now when we met, I wasn't even wrestling anymore, I had quit, and she was the one to push me to wrestle again and I couldn't be more appreciative for that. But that was years ago, and I'm a new person. And the only thing I appreciate is this title, not friendships. But, but, I couldn't help but notice that Alba Fyre thinks that our past friendship would get her a title opportunity. I really don't appreciate that thought."

"Friendship doesn't get you anything. No because when we were friends, she got everything I wanted. I was stuck under her shadow. I wasn't able to shine on my own. And I'm sure she remembers every second of that. I'm also sure she remembers NXT UK TakeOver, when she almost ended my career all for a bloody title. And I still forgave her." Y/N took a breath, bit her lip as a grin appeared on her lips. But before she could continue, Alba's music hit and she made her way out, wielding her bat as usual but she was sure she didn't need it. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, why are you so obsessed with the past?"

"I've changed my ways, I've apologized for my actions in the past and I've moved on. Why can't you? You can't even respect the past opportunites you were given so why cant you just move on?" Alba asked, stepping into the ring which made Y/N stand up and back up slightly. "You're seriously gonna ask me that? God you are so full of yourself. You're gonna tell me to forget about the past yet the minute you arrived in NXT, you wanted everyone's respect when you did nothing to earn it. You wanted everybody to know that you were one of the greatest NXT UK Women's Champions. No, you don't just demand respect, you earn it. And you would know exactly what that means because you were the one to tell me that."

"I am so sick of handing out opportunities to everyone. First it was Raquel, then it was Iyo, then it was Cora, then it was Dakota, then it was Mandy and now it's you. You don't just get an opportunity just because you change up your persona and think you're better than me. If you want a title opportunity so bad, then do something to prove you deserve it. You know what? How about, Alba Fyre versus Gigi Dolin next week? Winner, gets to face me for the NXT Women's Championship at Halloween Havoc. Oh and darling, if you lose, then you will never get to challenge me for this title again," Y/N said.

Alba smirked and stuck out her hand to the agreement. Y/N looked down at it before shaking her head and walking past Alba, shoulder checking her in the process. As Y/N walked to the curtains, the crowd suddenly grew louder and that's when she turned to notice Toxic Attraction had attacked Alba from behind. Y/N immediately ran back to the ring, sliding in and tackling Mandy off of Alba. Y/N threw her out of the ring and ran into the ropes, coming back and spearing Jacy into the mat as Alba hit Gigi with her bet. Y/N clenched her jaw and picked the mic on the mat, pulling her title onto her shoulder she glared down at Toxic.

"Oh now you done pissed me off. That match I just announced is now gonna be pushed back another week because next week I'm teaming up with Alba Fyre one last time and we're gonna kick your asses!" Y/N tossed the mic and glared down at Toxic Attraction. Alba looked at Y/N and they both looked around at the crowd who chanted for them to hug it out. Y/N stuck out her hand instead and Alba took it, but pulled Y/N into a hug which made the crowd cheer and Toxic Attraction completely shocked by the reunited alliance. Y/N smiled and hugged her old friend back, but then pulled away and grabbed her title, raising it and Alba shook her head with a chuckle.

Once they got backstage, they were obviously praised for the amazing segment before Kayleigh led Y/N to their locker room. "Why is this such a big deal that you need to cover my eyes?" Y/N asked in annoyance and Kayleigh rolled her eyes as she opened the door and led Y/N inside. Kayleigh smiled at Ilja who stood there, had been waiting for them to arrive. "Okay, keep them closed and open them when you hear the door shut," Kayleigh said. Y/N nodded and Kayleigh removed her hands and quickly left the room, giving Ilja and smile before she shut the door.

Y/N grumbled under her breath, annoyed that Kayleigh left the room. Then she let out a sigh before opening her eyes, being faced with Ilja who smiled shyly at her. "Oh my god! What are you doin here?!" Y/N ran and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and he supported her weight by holding onto her waist. "They finally called you up? It was rumored you were being released," Y/N said, remembering how upset she was when she heard that rumor going around. "I'm debuting tonight actually. I'm gonna be facing Bron Breakker and Jordan at Halloween Havoc," Ilja said.

Y/N grinned and jumped back down so he wouldn't have to keep holding her. "That's so amazing. I'm so happy for you," she said, having her hands on his biceps. "I'm supposed to go out there soon but I really wanted to see you first," Ilja said. Y/N smiled and looked down awkwardly, "Soon...are you gonna be staying here long or are you gonna be called up again?" Y/N asked out of curiosity but also because she needed to know so she could tell him something she also found out. "I think I'm gonna be here for a bit if they book me to win the title. Why?"

"Because I'm being called up to Smackdown after Halloween Havoc. They want me in the title picture I guess," Y/N explained. Y/N couldn't see any disappointment on his face like she thought she would, but instead he looked genuinely proud of her. It was always her dream to be called up. "That's amazing, I'm really happy for you. You deserve it more than anyone," Ilja said, with a proud smile. Y/N blushed and looked down before glancing back up at him, "Do you remember the proposal we made?" Ilja chuckled and nodded, "Yes, how could I forget? You made me pinkie promise."

Y/N chuckled and bit her lip nervously, "Do you wanna...ya know..be my boyfriend?" Ilja didn't even respond before he pressed his lips against hers, not even being able to hold back anymore. Y/N didn't waste a second before kissing him back with the same amount of passion. Pulling away for breath Y/N cupped his face, "I take that as a yes?" She laughed. Ilja chuckled and nodded, pulling her in for another kiss.

His post of the two kissing with her face not shown went viral the minute it was posted, captioned with 'finally got the girl ❤'. It didn't take long for everyone to figure out it was Y/N, especially seeing the haircut and dyed hair. Everyone was happy for them and Y/N could not be more happy to finally be with Ilja.

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 4 months ago

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●Gunther x Reader x Ilja Dragunov●

Request: @eboni-napalm

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing backstage with Ilja Dragunov, getting him ready for his match, rubbing his shoulders, a camera man walks up to us with Cathy Kelley.

"Ilja, how are you preparing for your match against Imperium's Ludwig Kaiser?"

Just as he goes to talk, Gunther walks up to him looking down at him and me.

"Ilja. So nice to see you again, my friend. I will be watching your match tonight very closely. And Y/N."

He points over at me snapping me out of staring at him and he smirks pushing my jaw back together.

"I will see you out there."

He lets out a little laugh than walks away. Ilja turns to me as the camera guy and Cathy walk away.

"What was that about? You got a crush on Gunther?"

He nudges me trying to be funny and I giggle looking at him.

"I wouldn't say I have a crush on him. He is a good looking man."

"Ah."

"But you on the other hand..."

I run my hand along his chest and he looks down at me.

"What about me?"

"You are ugly as hell."

I say sarcastically causing us both to erupt with laughter. We head to gorilla as he puts his arm around my waist. I have had a crush on Ilja for a very long time. We have been best friends for years but I have never had the courage to actually tell him my feelings. He talked me into being his manager during his matches. On the other hand, I have this attraction to Gunther. He is powerful and I just want his big hands all over my body. I shake my head getting out of my thoughts as me and Ilja make our way down to the ring. We pose in the middle of the ring together than wait for Ludwig to make his entrance. The lights go out, his theme hits but when the lights come back on, Gunther is accompanying him to the ring. I climb out of the ring just watching them make their entrance. So powerful and stoic. Ludwig and Ilja get ready for their match while Gunther keeps eyeing me down from across the ring.

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*near the end of the match*

I am banging on the mat as Ilja and Ludwig are both down in the middle of the ring. Gunther starts making his way over to me as I start backing up until I hit the announcers table. He stands infront of me, towering over me and smirks. I gulp looking away from him putting my hands on the table to try and lean away. He runs his finger under my chin, puts his thumb and index finger on my chin pinching it making me look up at him.

"Y/N, I know you have an attraction to me. You don't hide it very well. Why don't we just go backstage and act on that attraction? Hm?"

I gulp going to answer him but he gets hit in the back causing him to fall off of me and Ilja climbs ontop of him throwing punches at his face.

"Stay away from my lady! You hear me!"

I stand there shocked at everything that just happened infront of me and what was said. I start walking off heading to the backstage area when Ludwig walks infront of me causing me to stop.

"Where are you going pretty lady?"

I start to get pissed off and I look up at him. I look over his shoulder seeing the ref is distracted by Gunther and Ilja and looks back at Ludwig.

"Why don't you stay and....."

Before he can finish his sentence, I hit him with a forearm straight to the face, grab him and throw him back into the ring. Ilja climbs to the top rope seeing him down and hits him with an H Bomb from the top. He covers him and gets the win rolling out of the ring towards me. Gunther comes in, checking on Ludwig but keeps his eyes firmly on me. I wave at him and blow him a kiss as Ilja puts his arm around me so I can help him to the back.

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*in my locker room*

In the middle of getting changed, I hear a knock at the door causing me to freeze. I pull my shirt over my head and button my shorts up real quick before I walk over to the door. When I get closer to the door, I hear arguing. I open the door to see Ilja and Gunther outside arguing about who knows what.

"Can I help you guys with something?"

They barge into my locker room still arguing with each other. I shake my head, close the door locking it than turn to look at them. They continue arguing not even looking in my direction.

"No dude. She has feelings for me. I know she does."

"You are crazy. She obviously has an attraction to me. She doesn't want you."

"Guys."

"Is that so? Who cares about an attraction? Feelings are way different."

"Guys."

"But the attraction is what can start feelings. Think about it. Use that big head of yours."

"GUYS!"

They stop and look over at me shutting up. I take a deep breath looking at both of them.

"I have feelings for you Ilja. I do. I have had them for a very long time. I'm just to scared to actually say anything because I didn't want to ruin the good friendship that we have. And Gunther. Yes I have an attraction to you. It's your powerful aura. It just draws me to you. I also want your big hands all over my body. Ilja I want you to use your strength against me. I have feelings for both of you. And....."

I get cut off by Ilja grabbing my face and kissing me hard. I feel a big pair of hands run up my back and grabbing my sides. Ilja pulls away looking at me and I look up between them both.

"If you wanted both of us, you should have just said something."

"I agree Ilja. Now let's take her back to the hotel and show her how much we want her."

Gunther picks me up bridal style as Ilja grabs our bags heading for the parking lot and off to the hotel for a night I will never forget.

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leahsflwer · 7 months ago

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Ilja Dragunov dating headcanons 🤍

Warnings: Smut! Adult content, mild mentions of oral (male receiving), size kink, talk of alcohol, just romance :]

Ilja Dragunov x Reader

Ilja Dragunov Masterlist || NXT Masterlist || Requests

: ̗̀➛ He lets you wear his fluffy white coat whenever you are cold or just want to try it on, as he thinks you look cute under it

: ̗̀➛ Loves asking for your opinion with his suits and general outfits as even though his fashion is on point, he wants to make sure you like it just as much as he does, changing anything you don’t

: ̗̀➛ Fancy dates is a must. Him in his fancy suits and you in either a fancy dress or suit as well. The other people in the restaurants always glancing over at you two, as you both look like a rich power couple, others being jealous of that

: ̗̀➛ Ilja is a kind man though, so he is not one to show off unless it’s you, he loves to show you off as he is super proud of having you as his partner

: ̗̀➛ His gifts are simple for him, watches or a new tie. For you though, he spoils you with flowers, clothing, chocolates, vodka even, anything you have always dreamed of (even if you ask for something simple)

: ̗̀➛ Now we all know this man is big both in height and downstairs. So he most likely has a size kink. Having a smaller partner is a turn on

: ̗̀➛ You will both probably adopt either a large dog such as a Doberman or German Shepherd, or a siamese cat and give it a Russian name

: ̗̀➛ Will stand up for you anytime he wants, if you have enemies in NXT/WWE then they’re now his enemies. He will stick by your side.

: ̗̀➛ Loyal asf.

: ̗̀➛ Ilja will be madly in love if he saw you on your knees, if you’re kneeling down to grab something, to clean, to pleasure him, it doesn’t matter he enjoys it and has many ideas in his head

: ̗̀➛ Extremely respectful, he is the perfect man to bring home to see your parents, guardians and family. He is a gentleman and a successful man who would make your family smile

: ̗̀➛ He likes to whisper into your ear or speak in a low tone to tease you as he knows how his accent has a chokehold on you

: ̗̀➛ Eye contact, Ilja likes eye contact and wants your eyes on his

: ̗̀➛ Will fight anyone who makes him jealous or makes you feel uncomfortable. In the ring and usually always wins, to impress you and prove a point, some days he might tell the person the reason he is fighting them, others he just tells them he wants to fight for fun or out of rage

: ̗̀➛ King of comforting, he lets you sit on his lap and either cry it out or talk about what’s on your mind. His large hand perfectly rubbing certain spots on your back to help you relax

: ̗̀➛ You want some food late at night? He’s got you. You are bored and want to go stargazing? He’s taking you there.

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themaddragunov · 7 months ago

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Believing is underrated. Pride in every version that brought me here. Nobody knows how often I've lost in life. And how only that made me.

#ilja dragunov #the mad dragon #nxt Ilja #dragunov #wwe #the Russian mad dragon #nxt hot #nxt x reader #wwe nxt #hot #spring breakin #Ilja x reader

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lilmanman99 · 7 months ago

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#ilja dragunov #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe x reader #women of wwe #wrestling gif #wwe gif #wwe rhea ripley #bianca belair #iyo sky #wwe

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years ago

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"now we're stopping the world, stopped it in its tracks. nothing's too broken to find our way back so before it's over, before you run...didn't we have fun?"

♡ pairing: ilja dragunov x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'm so happy ilja won tonight but that doesn't mean that i'm not heartbroken over walter finally losing. anyway, here's a small blurb for all you ilja stans.

"your ex has his big match tonight, you excited to probably see him lose again?" Indi asked jokingly. you rolled your eyes, not wanting to joke about a match you were nervous to watch. "I know tonight for him is a big deal so I don't really want to jinx him or for that matter, Walter," you replied, taking a sip of water.

Indi sighed sensing the excuses rolling off your tongue. you were tapping away nervously on your laptop and you filled out last minute paperwork for the pay-per-view event. she noticed every time you had your nose deep into your laptop it was for one of two reasons. you actually had to get work done or you were so nervous about something that you consumed your life with work until whatever it was that was making you nervous passed.

"what has you so glued to your laptop? I thought all NXT work was finished yesterday?" you shook your head, not responding as you continued to, "Regal wanted me to respond to a few emails for the taping on Tuesday. where's Dexter? I'm surprised the engaged couple isn't together right now," you poked, making Indi smack you on the back of the head.

the entire building was buzzing from excitement. you heard makeup and costume screaming at each other about finishing their clients so the other could get started. wrestlers walked back and forth through catering, chugging back water and standing by the curtains to eat while they watched whatever match was going on.

"look, Walter's over there," Indi whispered. you looked behind you, seeing Walter along with his two henchmen walking to an empty table. you could sense Walter's energy the minute he walked through the door. it was like the biggest unkept secret that Walter carried this energy that just scared anyone who dared to provoke him. "man, Ilja's going to get it rough, regardless if he wins tonight or not," you whispered to Indi as she agreed.

you and Indi remained talking to each other as you watched Dakota's match against Raquel. you were on the writing team for their storyline so you kind of had to pay attention to the match to see where it went after it ended. you managed to be so engrossed into it that you hadn't heard Indi calling your name for a good minute until she finally shook you.

"they want you in makeup and costume, something about Regal wanting you," Indi said. you nodded, closing your laptop and shoving everything int your bag, "I'll be back," you murmured. Indi laughed knowing you weren't exactly coming back anytime soon.

you walked as quickly as possible, not realizing that Regal had no business in makeup and costume but since your mind was so plagued with the thoughts of Ilja's match, you hadn't put two and two together.

once you arrived to makeup and costume, you saw Ilja sitting on one of the chairs as one of the makeup artist apologized profusely to you, "this was all Indi's idea. I swear she was the one who put me to this," she confessed as she walked out of the makeup stall, leaving you with Ilja, the air becoming thick.

"I know this isn't all of Indi's doing so what do you want?"

Ilja and you stared at each other, minds racing as the two of you heaved in anger, "I'm not staying on the UK brand, Lacey and I got offered a better deal as a tag team on the main NXT roster and I'm not just letting that go," you repeated to Ilja as he tried to grab your hand again. you quickly shook it off knowing that all he was going to do was try and convince you to stay again.

"why are you so against me going?" you asked again. this time, Ilja stood up, looking into your eye with so much intensity, "if you leave, I won't ever see you again. I won't leave the UK brand and you look like you're dead set on leaving it," you huffed knowing what Ilja was saying was true.

the offer NXT had for you in Florida seemed hell of a lot better than what the UK brand was offering you at the moment and teaming as a tag with Lacey didn't sound as bad as what you were currently doing. you grabbed Ilja's hand and rubbed it softly, "this might be the end for us but it's not all bad. you have a chance at the belt here while I try to go do the same thing just in Florida. maybe this isn't the end, just a see you later?" you asked knowing Ilja was trying to hold in his tears.

you knew Ilja was the kind of man who didn't hold back his emotions. he cried when he felt the tears coming but today he tried as hard as he could to hold it together, "we'll be together again, I promise," you whispered to him.

you felt your leg pulsing as you tried to calm your thoughts down. you had taken a nasty fall down during a match and you knew it was your ankle that had taken the hit or your achilles. a part of you was begging that it was your ankle but in the back of your mind, you knew it was your achilles and an achilles injury usually meant a prolonged healing process.

the medics tried to find the source of your injury but there wasn't much you could do while in the area. it didn't take long for them to wheel you into an ambulance and rush you over to the hospital to actually check out what was wrong. the entire time throughout the ride and waiting on your results, you kept getting a multitude of texts from everyone wondering what happened.

you heard a knock on the door and whispered a 'come in'. the doctor walked in with a pile of paperwork and wary smile. "what's the damage?" you asked, quickly cutting to the chase. he handed you the paperwork and while you could understand somethings, a lot of it was confusing.

"your achilles, it took most of the damage and it's an injury that you won't be coming back from."

your heart stopped hearing the news. you knew an achilles injury was pretty nasty but you never thought it would be the reason why your career ended. the doctor could see your face drop in complete sadness as you tried to hold back sobs. he knew it was best to not continue as you hid your face into your hands. no one thought that a random Tuesday night match would be your last.

Ilja sat on his bed, scrolling through his feed on Twitter when he heard the tweet from your account.

it was a photo of you holding the NXT UK Women's belt close to your heart. his heart sunk as he read the caption.

"didn't we have fun? don't say it was all a waste."

he quickly scrolled through your account to quickly come across the official WWE account. they had made an announcement that you were no longer available to wrestle due to your injury and Ilja knew more than anyone how hurt you must've been. you had moved your entire wrestling career to Florida in order to pursue the women's belt there and now, all of that was gone.

a part of him wanted to text you to make sure you were okay but he knew better than to do that. the two of you hadn't spoken since the breakup and texting you could bring back memories he was sure you didn't want back. a lot of your career was defined as a inter-gender tag team with him and that was how the two of you got signed together.

Ilja bit his tongue back and decided against texting you.

you watched the match from the monitors in the back. Ilja had said nothing to you when you asked what he wanted but he brought you in for a searing kiss. you were promptly taken back by his action but you let it happen, missing the way his arms hugged you and the way his intense eyes stared down at you.

Indi stood next to you as she saw you tapping against the table nervously. she knew you'd probably kill her later for making you reunite with Ilja but she knew better than anyone that the two of you belonged together. just like her and Dexter, you and Ilja needed to remain with each other. there was even a few wrestlers on the roster she had to scare away in order for her plan to work.

you saw the way Ilja's chest was turning red as Walter continued to chop at it, making it bleed and creating small cuts here and there. Indi stood next to you as she watched Ilja put Walter in a very easy chokehold. it wasn't one that seemed that Walter would falter too but it happened in an instant, Ilja had him wrapped so tightly that it seemed Walter was about to pass out.

"holy shit."

Walter was quickly tapping himself out of Ilja's grasp as the bell rang. Indi turned over to you to see the way you dropped your bag and without thinking, ran out of the curtains and onto the ramp. a few of the producers called your name to return but you were too far out to hear what they were saying.

the crowd was going wild to see you practically sprinting down the ramp. Ilja hadn't realized what was going on but you snatched the belt away from the ref and stood in front of him, holding it up high as Ilja tried to process what was going on. "you won, Ilja! you finally did it!" you yelled, shaking the belt in front of him.

Ilja's breath hitched as he grabbed the belt and held it tightly for a moment before putting his leg on top of Walter's chest, "you did it," you whispered to him. Ilja screamed in victory as you grabbed his hand and made him hold the belt higher to show the crowd that he had in fact dethroned Walter after 800+ days

you had no idea what this meant for you and Ilja going forward but you had the inkling feeling that somehow, someway, Ilja had crawled his way back into your life. not that you were complaining of course.

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eringobragh420 · 4 months ago

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Summary: The reader is Shawn's assistant for NXT having an out-of-control night. Luckily for her, Ilja is always around to lend a helping hand and charming word where he can.

You rush into the building clutching an overflowing briefcase of files in one hand and your bag in the other. Your security badge swings violently against your chest as you weave through backstage personnel in a desperate attempt to make it to Shawn's office before he notices your absence.

You reach Shawn's office huffing and puffing like an animal. You shoulder through the door and thankfully find the room empty. "Oh thank god, I made it." You let out a shakey sigh and hurry over to your desk.

You set your stuff down and take a second to compose yourself. While you're catching your breath, the doorknob turns signaling that someone is coming in. You quickly scramble to your feet ready to greet who is surely Shawn arriving for the night.

"Oh, Ilja." Your rigid posture relaxes when the current NXT champion steps through the door. "Good evening." You sink back down into your chair with another sigh.

"Good evening, YN, my dear." Ilja flashes a debonaire smile at you as he aproaches your desk. "I saw you rushing across the loading bay earlier." He explains. "So I assumed that you could use a little pick-me-up before our night begins." He reveals a cup of hot coffee from catering in his hand.

You eye the coffee with a grateful smile and gladly take it from Ilja's hands. "Oh, thank you so much, Ilja." You thank him. "This is just what I needed after all that running I just did." You muse.

Ilja chuckles at your joke and nods. "I was happy to help, YN." He assures you. "Now! I will let you get back to work. Please do take care, my dear. And perhaps we will see one another again tonight." He bows his head at you with charming smile before turning and exiting the room.

You watch Ilja shut the door behind him and feel blush creeping up your neck. You've been hit on plenty of times by some of the NXT superstarts since you took this job as Shawn's assistant. But none of them have the charm and poetic way with words that Dragonuv does.

A few minutes later Shawn finally arrives and greets you as he comes into the room. "Evening, YN." He nods as he passes your desk.

"Evening, boss." You nod back at him, pretending to be enthralled with the various paperwork at your desk.

"YN, remind me what we've got scheduled for tonight." Shawn asks you as he makes his way around his much larger desk at the back of the room.

You nod and dig around for tonights schedule. Once you've located the paper you're looking for you rise from your seat and walk over to Shawn's desk.

"We've got two more Dusty cup matches tonight. Both Semi-finals. Roxanne Perez and Cora Jade have a match scheduled. Chase University also have a tag match against Gallus. As well as a few backstage segments and promo's being filmed." You read everything on the list before handing it to Shawn. "Oh! And you have a conferene call with Hunter in 15 minutes." You add.

"Right, conference call." Shawn sighs and glosses over the paper. "I want you out at the producers table while I'm on the call." He informs you. "Just in case something happens that would otherwise warrant my attention."

You nod and walk back over to your desk to get some work done before Shawn's conference call. "No problem, boss."

You reply to a few emails and fill out a paper or two before it comes time for Shawns conference call. Shawn gets ready to take the call and you dismiss yourself out to the producers table backstage.

"Hey, guys." You greet everyone at the table once you've arrived backstage. "Shawn is busy taking an important call so he's left me in charge in case anything goes down while he's busy." You explain as you take a seat at the table.

The others nod and everyone gets back to work. You sit and watch the action in the ring for while before you grow thirsty and decide to grab a water from the table on the other side of the room.

You are retreiving said water when Ilja happens through the room after filming a short backstage promo for the show. "YN, darling!" He greets you with a wide smile and walks over.

"Ilja! Hello again." You smile right back at him. "How are you since we last talked? Everything go well with your backstage promo?" You ask him.

"It went fine." Ilja nods. "And I'm looking forward to facing Trick Williams in the ring here in a couple of weeks." He adds.

You nod in agreement and take a sip of your water. "I'm sure it'll be a great match to watch."

"How are you?" Ilja asks you after a moment. "Shawn isn't working you too hard is he?" He lightheartedly jokes.

"Not at all." You giggle. "The job can be hard at times, yeah. But I do love my work." You assure Ilja. "Plus, I have noticed a certain someone is always nearby to make my day better." You grin at him.

Ilja chuckles and nods. "It's my pleasure, YN. Anything I can do to ensure that stunning smile graces your lovely features, my dear."

You begin to blush again and bow your head in embarassment. "Ilja." You giggle to yourself when someone from the producers table begins beckoning you back to work. "Sorry, I should get back." You sheepishly dismiss yourself.

"Of course." Ilja nods and steps out of the way. "I'd never dream of keeping you from your work. Have a wonderful rest of your night, YN." He flashes you one last frustratingly charming smile.

"You too, Ilja." You nod and hurry back off to the producer's table blushing like a schoolgirl with a hopeless crush.

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