#illya kuryakin/reader

[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Illya

Imagine Illya giving his much shorter S/O forehead kisses

------- Imagine -------

You couldn’t help your smile as you felt his large frame press softly against your back. “Are you ready for bed moya kroshka. He said, his deep accented voice relaxing you further as you leaned against him. “As long as it’s with you, always.” You replied looking up at him, your head barely even reaching his chest. He curled his back then, enveloping you in warmth as his slightly chapped yet soft lips pressed against your forehead several times. You sighed, closing your eyes and feeling the warmth of his breath and the strength of his body surround yours. His large arms wrapped around you, completely surrounding you as he guided both of you to lay in the bed you shared. Feeling his lips press against your hair, your body relaxed slowly into the protective and safe sleep you always found in his arms.

[thegranddewru]

PSA : This is a terrible way to share your story. Look at this! Title, Author, Fandom, sure, but what the hell is it about? Is there a ship? What is it? What are the tags? How do I know I want to read this? I would never click on this unless I already knew what it was. Not only am I not going to be drawn out of my doomscrolling tumblr for a mystery link, I'll be worried it will be something I don't like!

AO3 has a ✨share✨ button that custom makes a tidy, shareable post with links. It lists everything about the fic, all you have to do is click share then copy paste. It's one extra step from using the address bar. (there's even a 'post to tumblr' button if you want to use it.)

That version looks like this:

Manhunt (1499 words) by Somedeepmystery Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Illya Kuryakin/Gaby Teller Characters: Illya Kuryakin, Napoleon Solo, Gaby Teller, Original Characters Additional Tags: mission, Romance, smooches, Betrayal, Friendship, Fluff, silliness, OC mentions, Established Relationship Summary: The UNCLE team stays on their toes as they scour the city for a wanted spy.

Look how shiny that is!!! Now potential readers know what characters are in the story, what tags and tropes it has, the rating, archive warnings, what it's about, the ship, how long it is, all the stuff you need to lure them to your story and have them actually stay to read it.

Thank you for coming to my talk. /bows Happy fic writing and sharing. Keep writing, you beautiful beings.

PS, if you want people to know it's on ao3, you can add a simple note like "posted on ao3" at the bottom.

[thatonepeasant]

My Roman Empire Ships list:

Here's a list of ships I personally go feral over along with their fandom/where they're from:

Haikyuu!!

Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi

Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Hanamaki Takahiro/Matuskawa Issei

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru/Hanamaki Takahiro/Matuskawa Issei

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru

Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi

Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Regulus Black/James Potter

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Kuroko No Basket

Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga

Takao Kazunari/Midorima Shintarou

Hyuuga Junpei/Teppei

Hyuuga Junpei/Teppei/Riko

Tian Gi Ci Fu (TGCF)/Heaven Official's Blessing

Feng Xin/Mu Qing

Word of Honour (TV) or Faraway Wanderers (novel by Priest)

Zhou Zishu/Wen Kexing

Cao Weining/Gu Xiang

Global University Entrance Exam

You Huo/Qin Jiu

The Sandman

Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

Six of Crows

Jesper Fahey/Wylan van Eck

Nina Zenik/Matthias Helvar

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint (ORV)

Yoo Junghyuk/Kim Dokja

Yoo Junghyuk/Kim Dokja/Han Sooyoung

Found family for all of them

Beyond Evil (TV Show)

Han Joowon/Lee Dongsik

Captive Prince (C.S.Pacat)

Damen/Laurent

Voltron

Keith/Lance

Inception (2010)

Arthur/Eames

The Witcher

Geralt/Jaskier

Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel

Aiden/Lambert

All For The Game (trilogy by Nora Sakavic)

Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard/Kevin Day

Renee Walker/ Allison Reynolds

Merlin

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Munich: The Edge of War

Paul von Hartmann/Hugh Legat

The Man from U.N.C.L.E

Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo

Sherlock (manga & tv)

Sherlock Holmes/William James Moriarty <- Yuukoku no Moriarty or Moriarty the Patriot

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson <- Sherlock (BBC)

Mycroft Holmes/Albert James Moriarty <- Yuukoku no Moriarty or Moriarty the Patriot

Fic recs are always welcome and wanted, just general preferences:

Happy Ending

Give warning if mature/explicit

Written in 3rd person

seems like I have a thing for enemies or rivals to lovers

Bon appetit!!!

[skyborneveggie]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

(I was not tagged, but I saw @rose-of-pollux post this form a few weeks ago & it looked fun)

How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 38 works under my username on ao3. I also have 17 anon-ed fics from a fandom I no longer wish to associate with, and a handful of fics on ff.net that I didn't like enough to transfer to ao3.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 29,645 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now only feeling inspired to write for The Man from UNCLE TV show. Though I did post a Good Omens fic this year, & I could probably persuade myself to write another oneshot or two for that.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Idyllism (2016) [Rory & 11th Doctor; Gen but pairings if you like]

The Falliable Pillar (2016) [Onesided Kyouya Ootori/Tamaki Suoh]

1991 (2019) [Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo]

Child's Play (2018) [FrostIron; unfinished & probably will remain so]

Me Paenitet (2011) [Onesided Draco Malfoy/Luna Lovegood, Onesided Astoria Greengras/Draco Malfoy]

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do always try to thank the person for reading. I usually only forget if it's a comment on a very old fic.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is extremely hard for me to answer. Out of the 50+ fics I've written, probably only 5 of them are not angst. My Good Omens fic Aeternum has the most gutting descriptions, but I have always felt that the absolute sucker punch at the end of Provocation (X/1999) hurt the most to write, & to reread.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh undoubtedly my MFU contemporary High School AU, The Puzzle.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have never gotten hate, but I have gotten backhanded compliments that I personally find hilarious. I made a post about it before here.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I... have attempted to write smut, but I don't think I necessarily succeeded. I have written several sex scenes with undetailed descriptions, and the one time I did attempt to be explicit the comments and I both agree that it came out sounding rather clinical. So I dunno if either of those situations really count.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have written several crossovers, but I wouldn't consider any of them crazy.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so, I don't think any of my fics have ever gotten popular enough for anyone to want to steal haha.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I used to translate my own fics into Spanish wayyy back when I first started writing, but I haven't done that in ages.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but it sounds like fun! Would love to give it a shot some day.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin. I am like Smeagol; I'm "interested in roots and beginnings." And how much closer to the root of contemporary fandom can you get, than with these two silly beans?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I would love to finish my 2019 Good Omens fic Temporalia because I think there are some good ideas & beautiful passages in there. The problem is that my interpretation of the characters has changed, & is no longer consistent with some of the details I wrote back then. I'd also like to complete my 2018 FrostIron fic someday, just for the sake of finishing it. It was entirely plotted when I quit on it, and I still have all my notes.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I am good at writing turmoil, inner confusion, and despair. I try to wring every ounce of angst out of descriptions, letting the character's distress color their perception of their environment, and I think I'm pretty decent at it. I also think I'm pretty good at expressing complex emotions without being too direct, though sometimes I worry that I'm too indirect & that I'll leave readers confused.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

PLOT, I am extremely impatient when writing scenes where things actually happen. Also dialogue, I always feel that my dialogue either just does not sound realistic, or does not sound like the characters.

Another huge writing weakness is that I am incapable of writing anything longer than short story length, & have abandoned every attempt at a longfic after the 2nd chapter.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have done this in the past for characters who canonically do this. I know it is standard practice to italicize all foreign language words when writing, but I personally find this VERY jarring. I generally leave foreign dialogue unitalicized & formatted indistinguishably from the primary language dialogue. But I think I may be the only one with this pet peeve, because I have received a few complaints about my lack of italicization from readers.

I could go way more in depth as to why the italics on foreign words annoy me, but I don't think anyone would be interested in hearing that rant 😂

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Suite Life of Zack and Cody. It was 2008. That fic has been scrubbed from the internet lol.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Provocation (X/1999). It was the one and only time I'd ever written something and then thought "Ah. Yes. This is an absolutely perfect execution of my vision."

Tagging @theniftycat, @tenok, & @lunetta-suzie-jewel if you like, or anyone else who wants to do this. (@andorianimpostor I'm not sure if you write fic or not, but I thought I'd tag you in case you do)

[snickety-lemons]

The Until We Meet Again Affair

Rating: Explicit (But only applies to the last chapter)

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (TV), Wild Wild West (TV)

Relationships: Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo, Artemus Gordon/James West

Characters: Illya Kuryakin, Napoleon Solo, Artemus Gordon, James West, Alexander Waverly

Additional Tags: Temporary Amnesia, Capture/Interrogation, Forced Memory, Established Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Dubious Consent, Trauma, Episode Fix-It: S2E24 The Nowhere Affair

Language: English

Words: 33,683 Chapters: 7/7, completed.

'In which Napoleon takes a capsule that triggers temporary amnesia, forgetting almost his whole life and only remembering very select things.

And there's one thing he's forgotten that is the most important thing of all.'

And once again, for all you wonderful Cousins, my breakthrough. 8 years of not being able to write fanfics, feeling like the ability was lost on me and at last finally ready to give up trying when this came in like a freight train of hope and joy and light.

I couldn't be prouder or happier with it, or of myself. I'm just sorry that this isn't exactly a proper crossover since I've never really seen much of The Wild Wild West.

But! I hope you continue to enjoy it anyway, and to new readers, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Now git along, little doggies.

[typing-catastrophe]

📝Everything you need to know

characters I write for: tasm!Peter Parker, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Peter Maximoff, Matt Murdock/Daredevil, Frank Castle/The Punisher, Poe Dameron, Pietro Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Avengers (platonic), Supernatural characters (platonic), Stanford Pines, Neo (Matrix), John Constantine (movie w Keanu Reeves)), Newt (Maze Runner)

fandoms*: marvel (mcu, xmen movies, defenders), supernatural, gravity falls, star wars, stranger things, the magnus archives, marauders, maze runner, sherlock bbc, hannibal nbc * fandoms I am currently in, I won't guarantee that I'll write for all of them tho

pairings: Cherik (Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr), Steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson), Wolfstar (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin), Destiel (Dean Winchester/Castiel), Stucky (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes), Obikin (Anakin Skywalker/Obiwan Kenobi), Newtmas (Newt/Thomas), Napollya (Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin), all the previous listed characters x reader & cherik x reader (at the moment the only poly ship I write for)

no-gos: underage reader and characters (platonic okay), cnc/nc, incest, pregnancy, real people (actors e.g.) and anything else that makes me uncomfortable

Even if something/someone is not on the list, feel free to ask me about it :]

💕 = fluff ⚡ = angst 🔥 = smut

There is gonna be no use of y/n. (unless someone requests that for some reason I guess?) Everything will be written in 2nd or 3rd person. The reader will be gender neutral unless otherwise specified. You will find warnings/content tags, word count and a summary at the beginning of each fic/longer piece.

Explanation Tags:

'typing...' is my tag for basically just yapping about smth

'my writing' is every imagine, headcanon, fanfic, drabble etc. I wrote

'request' is every request I get and answered or anything related to them

And that's it I think. Let me know if I should include anything else in here.

Updated: 14 september 2024

[make-me-imagine]

🦇 13 Days of Halloween: Day 13

Headcanons: Spending Halloween with Illya

This is the last thing being released for Halloween! I hope you all enjoyed what I put out!! :)

Prompt Request: “I’ve never celebrated Halloween before” “Well you’re going to now”

Requested by: @chellestrash​

Pairing: Illya Kuryakin x Reader

Gender: Neutral      Triggers: None

Notes: I hope you don’t mind me just using the prompts in headcanons! I already wrote for these prompts as a drabble, and I wanted to do some more hc’s to mix in for my event :)

🦇 As you walked through the shopping center, you stopped to look at the various Halloween candies offered on the shelf

🦇 Illya stopped next to you as you asked him “Which of these do you like?”

🦇 “I could not say, I’ve never had any”

🦇 “What? Why?”

🦇 He glanced around the store, his eyes raking over all of the various Halloween decorations “I have never celebrated Halloween before”

🦇 You stared at him for a moment, somewhat shocked before you had an idea “Well, you’re going to now” turning you grabbed a bunch of various bags of candy and tossed them into your basket

🦇 Illya stared at you in confusion, watching as you turned, heading for the holiday section

🦇 “What are you doing?”

🦇 You stopped, turning back to him “I’m getting decorations”

🦇 “Why?” 

🦇 You smiled at him “Because, we are going to celebrate Halloween” turning back around, you headed down the decor isle, grabbing various items.

🦇 Watching as you kept placing various things in your shopping basket, Illya’s heart beat a little faster, a small smile playing on his lips as he saw determination and excitement light up your face as you looked though the decorations

🦇 You learned later on that Illya’s family never had time or the need to celebrate Halloween, especially since it wasn’t a Russian-created holiday. 

🦇 He insisted that he didn’t care, but you knew him better than that.

🦇 After making it back to your shared apartment, which you only recently moved into together, you laid out all of the decorations on the kitchen counter

🦇 You smiled excitedly at him “This is gonna be fun, you’ll see”

🦇 He smiled down at you “If it is fun for you, it will be fun for me”

🦇 You ended up decorating the apartment for the next couple of hours.

🦇 You decorated the tables and lower areas, while Illya hung webs, banners, and other decorations higher up and in the doorways.

🦇 At first Illya was seeing it as a chore, but as you excitedly explained where he should put things and talked to him about various Halloween traditions, he started to get excited, and even began to enjoy it. Especially the whole domesticated feel to it. 

🦇 Though he would not necessarily make his enjoyment visible.

🦇 That evening, you and Illya tried various types of Halloween candy, up until both of your stomachs got angry with you.

🦇 The next day you both went out and got costumes.

🦇 This was harder to get Illya to participate in as he refused to dress up as an “imbecile” as he stated.

🦇 But you managed to convince him to wear a black tail-coat suit, secretly buying a cape you’d later force him to put on to complete his vampire costume

🦇 Buying more candy for the trick or treaters, the evening was coming closer, so you got ready in your costumes, much to his annoyance.

🦇 After much complaint and playful fighting and refusal from Illya, you managed to do his makeup to make him appear “dead”, even forcing a pair of fangs into his mouth and a cape around his neck.

🦇 Looking at himself in the mirror he looked back at you with pure disdain, his voice came out in a gargled lisp due to the vampire teeth “This is ridiculous”

🦇 You covered your mouth as you tried to repress a giggle, only making him glare at you as he took the teeth out of his mouth

🦇 “Oh, but you’re so handsome as an un-dead vampire”

🦇 He rolled his eyes before pointing at you “No jokes, or I take this off”

🦇 You laughed, audibly this time “Okay okay, no jokes”

🦇 Throughout the night, as you handed out various candy to the families and kids that came buy, Illya sometimes took the opportunity to scare some of the children as they came by

🦇 You’d smack his shoulder or reprimand him, which he would only reply to with a smirk.

🦇 When all the candy was gone and you had gotten undressed and cleaned up, you sat on the couch, an older horror movie playing on the tv

🦇 Throwing yourself onto llya as he lied down he let out a groan of surprise as you chuckled before looking into his eyes “So. Apart from the annoying makeup and costume. How was your first Halloween?”

🦇 Staring at you for a moment as he stroked the side of your face, he smiled “I actually quite enjoyed it, but mostly because I was able to celebrate it with you”

🦇 You grinned at him as you pressed a quick kiss to his lips “I’m glad”

🦇 He smiled before making one last comment “Next year, no stupid cape or fake teeth”

🦇 “Deal” you’d agree, with a chuckle.

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[staplegrapes]

A Smile from Home

(Illya Kuryakin x Reader)

Summary: Exhausted and desperate, Illya brings his battered team to your door seeking shelter, doing the one thing he wanted to avoid, risking your safety.

Word Count: 3.0k

TW: Mentions of blood and canon typical injuries

✨Gender Neutral Reader✨

Also, it’s established that the reader is Russian.

Helpful: Babushka is the Russian word for Grandmother

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The crisp night wind seemed to leak through the windows of your small house. Though this valley was blessed with rich soil and plenty of vegetation for livestock in the summer months, the frigid winter nights brought forth by the wind trailing from the hills seemed to temper your love for your homestead. It was the sort of cold that could not be remedied with a cup of tea, rather that chill always sat in your bones. A strong knock on your door startles you from your thoughts.

You didn’t get many visitors to your farm. That being said, not once had someone knocked at your door well past midnight as someone was right now. Who could it be? A distant neighbor? Thieves? KGB? You had your knife if your hand as you reached for the door. Taking a breath, you open the door a third of the way open, just enough to make eye contact. But you don't make eye contact exactly. You're met with a broad chest at your eyeline, leading up towards a familiar face.

“Illya?” You see the tall agent, his features sunken with an exasperated look. It had been at least a year or two since you had seen or had contact with your childhood friend. Despite the cold wind swirling around the door the heat of the three individuals greets you, the small woman in his arms and the attractive yet equally exhausted man behind him.

“We need your help.” Illya pleas breathlessly, his eyes desperate contrasting his stoic and unmoving stance, you can tell he is giving you the option to reject them. You swing the door wider stepping back, letting them into your small home. Friends of Illya are friends of yours. Quickly, the dark-haired man clears your old couch as Illya places the woman on it.

“She’s wounded.” Illya stated, attempting to clue you into the situation. Though that was the one thing you were able to gather this situation from the blood staining her dress and the pained look on her face.

"Uh- There's bandages and cloth in the cabinet in that corner." you state, wracking your brain for any helpful information. The shorter man follows your directions quickly as Illya grabs your Babushka's sewing box, pulling out a needle and thread.

Seeing Illya holding the sewing box send you into a spiral of childhood recollections. The two of you spent much time together after school. Not much alike one another in any sense, it was the simple force of proximity that kept your bond strong. In your teen years, few months after Illya's dad was sent to the Gulag and his mother had since gone off the rails, he came to your door for the first time since the incident. Upon seeing him you were hopeful to help him regain his sense of purpose, but he had already done so. He coldly informed you that he was joining the KGB and was saying his goodbyes.

Lost in your memories, you were pulled back to reality by an unusual sound. English. Snapping your head up, you see the other man talking calmly to the woman in perfectly accented English. You’re not the best with the western language, but just from his mannerisms you can tell he is trying to soothe her. Yet, his caring act brought you distress. This man was not Russian. No way does a Russian speak without an accent like that unless they were raised that way and now this man seemed less and less Russian with every passing second that you continued studying him. But once again, friends of Illya were friends of yours. You weren’t going to attest now.

You wanted to offer help, but Illya and the man seemed quite capable of tending to this woman. With a space so small and such purpose in Illya's actions, you felt as you were in an invader in your own home. Illya was quite obviously well aquatinted with these people. Both he and the English speaker were focused on stabilizing the woman. The two moved in near perfect synchronization. To make yourself less of a bother, you moved into the kitchen and took up a seat on the wooden stepstool. It was a not much of a room but was separated from the rest of the home with a small door frame and a drape acting as a door.

You heard her cries as the two did whatever first aid they could to help her.

Your home was just big enough for you. It had a couch, table, two chairs and a bed. The kitchen and bathroom were the only things not in this main room. Four people made the quaint wood cottage feel compact.

So much of what was happening flew over your head. Firstly, why was Illya hiding out in the Russian countryside? Secondly, why was Illya with an American? Thirdly, how had he got so much more attractive in the course of a year?

The sounds die down after a bit. You hear the occasional creak of the floor and shuffling on the other side of the drape. The heavy footsteps identify the person pulling back the drape to the kitchen before you can even see their shadowed figure through the sheer fabric. Illya, with bloody bandages, bringing them to the basin underneath your faucet to clean them.

His long expression tells you he’s no longer immediately worried, yet there is still no reason to celebrate.

“You’re in hiding?” You whisper as he begins to wash the cloth of their stains.

He nods, continuing to wash.

“But you can’t say any more than that.” you complete your thought. He looks at you with a look of true regret.

“I am sorry. This is very important. Otherwise, I would never put you in danger.” His jaw clenches, a tell-tale sign he is angry with himself and with what he cannot do. You stand up next to him at the basin. Your hand goes up to frame his face.

“I know, don’t worry about it, Illyusha.” you say sweetly with a small smile. He should know by now you would always be there for him. He lets out a breath that you can see some of the tension disappear with into the air. You bring a hand to the base of his neck, pulling his head down towards yours to meet your foreheads.

"You will be safe here." You whisper.

He nods.

You two stay there for a moment before you hear the kitchen drape pull back once more. Going back to standing straight, you see the other man in the doorframe.

"Thank you for letting us in." The well-dressed American states in surprisingly good Russian.

“Of course.” You smile with a small bow of the head.

He strides closer, offering you his hand. “Napoleon Solo.”

“Y/N L/N.” American or not, Illya trusted him.

“It’s a pleasure.” he gives a small smile, obviously also troubled by tonight's events, but not one to give up on formalities.

"You weren't followed?" You ask, facing Illya once again.

Illya looks to Napoleon.

"Not that we noticed. We had quite the head start." Napoleon states looking down to adjust the cuffs of his dress shirt.

"No car to hide?" You asked.

"Nope. We caught a ride on an unsuspecting freight train and then caught a ride on the back of a farm truck until about two miles away." Napoleon answers. You stand there still quite impressed with his Russian.

"Anyways, I came to get some water for Gaby." He continues.

You hurry and grab a glass from your shelf and fill it with water offering it to him. He nods as he goes back into the main room.

With Napoleon's absence the space between you and Illya grows quiet. Illya was always a man of few words unless prompted. Watching him continue to wash the bandages you begin to pull a pot from your cupboard.

"What are you doing?" He asks softly.

"You three must be starving. Who knows the last time you had any food? Let me make some stew."

Upon your answer the silence returns. Both of you busy with your respective tasks. Invested in your cooking, you fail to notice that the water had stopped running quite a while ago.

You pull out some bowls and meet the gaze of Illya, wondering just how long he had been staring at you.

"Again, thank you so much." He whispers. You shake your head.

"Of course, now go feed your friends." You extend two steaming bowls towards him.

Though undeniably a bit small for four people, your home seems much warmer with the added company. Illya tends to the fire in the stove as Napoleon alternates between feeding Gaby and himself stew. You take up residence at the table mindlessly staring at Illya concentrating on the crackling fire.

Gaby seems to drift to sleep after a few bites, so Napoleon comes to sit in the chair next to you at the table.

"So, how do you know Kuryakin?"

“We’ve always been good friends.” you say. "We grew up together." You look at the dark-haired man. He seems satisfied with this answer, continuing to eat. Also satisfied, Illya steps back from the stove watching it continue to burn. Finally, begins to eat his food. As happy as you are to see him, you're worried he isn't well from all of this stress. He definitely is not the same Illyusha that would merrily skip down the road in grade school.

“It’s getting late.” You state, seeing Illya’s head lull to the side as he holds his empty bowl. The two share a questioning look before you cut them off.

“Gaby needs a proper rest. She can sleep in my bed. I’ll bring all the blankets I can to make the floor and couch comfortable for you two.”

“What about you?” Illya questions.

“I can sleep in the rafters of the barn.” Sure, it wasn’t the most pleasant place to sleep, but it would be alright temporarily. But Illya's eyebrows snap together in distain.

“No, that is too cold. You cannot possibly.” he says giving you a look of pure disbelief.

“I didn’t ask you, Illyusha.” You retort giving him an equally questioning look.

You hear Napoleon snort as he picks up Gaby and gently sets her in your bed. As he gets here settled, you pull every blanket you own out from under your bed and attempt to make a decent place to sleep on the couch as well as the floor towards the stove. As for Illya, he simply stands there, you're not quite sure why.

When you are satisfied with your work, you help Napoleon dress Gaby in some of your clothes, much comfier and cleaner than her current outfit. Once done, you take one sheet and one quilt as you gather your coat and plan to head out towards the barn.

"Alright, I will see you all in the morning. In the case its needed, there's a rifle secured to the underside of the bed." You note. You catch Napoleon's smile and nod. Illya does not react.

"Goodnight." You smile and shut the door behind you. The two men stand there in momentary silence, before, as always, Napoleon breaks it, in English.

“So that’s why you haven’t gotten laid since I met you.” He smirks. Illya is nowhere near as amused.

“Shut up.” He storms to the door following you, as he slips into his jacket.

“Your friend made it clear, peril.” Napoleon argues.

“I don’t care. Couch is yours. I am staying in the barn too.” He opens the door with a strong jerk, nearly ripping it from its rusted frame.

Taking a pitchfork, you flatten an area in the hay enough to give you a place to lay down.

“Make it a little wider.” You hear him request in Russian.

“Illya, please.” Undoubtedly, he was exhausted and needed to sleep in the warmth and quietness of the house, not in a drafty barn with odd smells, noisy animals and on a pile of hay nonetheless.

“There’s room for both of us up here. Besides, cowboy snores.” He smiles briefly.

“Alright.” you accept. In your experience it is easier to not argue more than once with Illya. You can tell by the look in his eye that this was now nonnegotiable. You continue to hollow out a side of the mound where you two can rest comfortably. Taking an old sheet, you lay it down on top. He sits down first as you slide down next to him pulling over a quilt on top. With his tall stature, he barely fits in the quilt, but it’s all you brought for yourself, so you would have to make do. He certainly doesn't seem to mind as he pulls you under his arm and closer to him. You're practically in his lap. That's one way to fit under the quilt.

The silence is too loud. The quiet interjections of breathing and shifting in the hay bring some relief to the silence.

“Thank you again for letting us stay here.” He mumbles.

“You’re always welcomed here Ilyusha." you look up to him and see the look of concern on his face as he stares at the wooden barn wall.

"Wish it could have been a less dire circumstance for you to finally visit me though." you smirk leaning your head into the crook of his shoulder.

He chuckles, "I meant to, KGB business never ends." And this is a reasonable answer, still unfortunate in your mind. A small gust of air seems to seep through the siding of the barn, sending a shill down your spine.

“Are you still cold?”

"Just a bit." You mention. He brings you in closer to where you were practically laying on his chest.

“You gave us shelter. The least I can do is keep you warm.” He smiles, kissing the top of your head.

The silence returns but seems much safer and less awkward. You were about to drift to sleep when a thought pops in your head.

“You recognized my Babushka's sewing box.” You state. Without hesitation earlier, he knew the exact place to find a needle and thread. Sure, it was a family heirloom you treasured, but how had he remembered that?

“Somehow I remembered the fabric.” He replies, eyes closed. "It was the same one you were holding when you stood at my door when she passed.”

Of course he recognized it. It was what you were holding the day you showed up on his doorstep crying hours after your Babushka had passed. You cannot even imagine how pathetic you must have looked, but Illya never described it. He simply brought you in and let you fall apart in the safety of his arms. That was years ago at least two years before he joined the KBG. Truthfully, after losing your Babushka and then Illya, you had no reason to stay in the city. Finally, two years ago you made a decision. That is when you chose to escape to the countryside where you made the rules, and the government had a little less worry for your doings. You informed Illya by letter of your new homestead but did not receive a reply back. He obviously did read your letter.

In the morning you woke up stiff. Illya was nice, but still you were quite unrested after sleeping on a pile of hay but it would have been worse if you hadn't been practically sleeping on top of Illya. As you rise up from the hay Illya begins to stir. Slowly he recuperates enough to look up to you, a small smile on his face, nothing out of his limited emotional palate, but enough to make you smile back at him.

The three of them stayed in your home for three more days. Gaby grew stronger and the men rested as well. With this added time, you had a chance to actually meet Gaby as Illya and Napoleon attempted to figure out their next move. They wanted to head towards South-Western Europe. You were able to get them a ride from a trusted neighbor into the forest at the base of the nearby mountains.

"Ok, Daniil will take you to the edge of the forest and from there you should be able to catch the morning cargo train back towards the west." You state, helping Gaby stabilize herself as she steadied herself on her feet for the first time in days. Napoleon took her arm as he helped her outside.

"Thank you, Y/N." the American says before walking outside with the woman who also gives her regards. You smile and wave at them. That leaves just you and Illya in the home.

"Ok, there's food in your bag that isn't much, but it should keep you three satiated for a few days." You hand him the bag. He takes it and immediately lowers it unexpectedly.

"That is quite heavy."

"I filled your canteens with water." His look softens in gratitude appreciating the detail even he had forgotten. He lets the bag sit on the couch as he places his hands on your upper arms, looking down to you.

“I owe you. For all of this."

“Just,” you smiled stopping yourself to think, “stop by again sometime, with a little less worry. Ok?"

“On my own?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Preferably.” You smile with a small laugh.

With that you get a rare, yet classic Illya smile. Not a small one, but a full toothy grin. You see a glimpse of the boy you had known your entire life. Picking up his bag once more and slinging it over his shoulder, he heads to the door. You follow behind him.

He looks at his companions loading onto Daniil's truck. You peer out there from behind him. After a few moments you wonder why he hasn't moved.

He looks down at you, a bit desperate.

"Illyusha?"

He brings a hand to the base of your neck and pulls you into a kiss. The first kiss you two have ever shared. Much overdue, but truly intimate, and everything you imagined kissing him would be like. It seemed like the world slowed down for a brief while to let you enjoy this moment you had dreamed of since secondary school.

"I will come back to you." he smiled brightly again, but promptly turning his back to you to head out the door.

You would hold him to that promise.

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[randomfandomimagine]

Prompt for Illya from TMFU from list 2 #34 "Are you cold? Come here." Plz & ty

Thanks for requesting, sweetie, I hope you like it!! Here’s some cute tough guy Illya actually being a softie :D

Illya Kuryakin x Gender Neutral Reader

The mission was going as planned. The target was in sight, and you and Illya were in your positions. Everything was like you expected, except for the cold.

You didn’t take in consideration that the mission was going to be outside and in the middle of the night. Being too focused on what you would be doing, you hadn’t realized you should have brought a jacket.

“What’s the matter?” Illya, your partner in crime, was staring at you. Honestly, you were probably quite the sight, pacing and shivering as you were.

“N-Nothing” You tried to hide the problem, but it was hard to pretend like your teeth weren’t chattering or like you could barely feel your hands.

“Are you cold?” Illya reached out to touch your arm. When he felt how cold your skin was, he frowned and pushed you against him. “Come here”

You had no time to complain or squirm as he pressed you against his chest and trapped you with his arms. As soon as you felt his comforting warmth, you knew you didn’t really want to complain.

“What are... you d-doing?” You still asked, surprised that he would embrace you like that.

“It will help our cover” He gravely said, keeping his eyes on the target. “We are but two lovers snuggling” 

“Is that the only reason that you’re hugging me?” 

“You won’t be of any help if you’re too cold to move either”

“So you’re not worried about me then?” 

You peered up at him, finding a surprisingly concerned and tender expression in his features. His piercing blue eyes watched you attentively. Still, Illya shook his head, quickly averting his gaze once again.

“R-Really?” You nuzzled his chest, trying to gather as much body heat as possible. “Because your heart is racing” 

Illya paused, noticing your hand pressed against his chest. He went to squeeze it, but ultimately retrievedf his hand.

“Quiet” He resolved to say. “Focus on the mission” 

You were about to reply, but you violently shuddered when a cold shiver traveled up your spine. Illya’s arms immediately tightened around you, and he put his chin on your head as he pushed you further into his chest.

“Do you need my jacket?” He asked, now rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“I thought y-you didn’t care” You chuckled, patting your hand over his heart.

Illya didn’t reply, only moving your hand off his chest. You smiled to yourself, knowing him well enough to realize how much he was struggling to hide his concern for your wellbeing.

“The target is moving” Illya finally said after a small pause.

“How convenient” You muttered, reluctantly pulling away.

You were about to thank him when you felt a soft weight on your shoulders. When you turned to him, he was already going after the target.

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Illya x Reader

Requested by @skellyagogo

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Illya and Napoleon had been assigned to protect you. Napoleon had gone off to follow a lead while you had been left alone in the garment watching the snow storm that had ripped up outside. 

Illya sat silently, playing chess again. You watched the snow fall harder and rise higher. Soon the small balcony outside the window was so high it started to build up and block the window. “Illya? Shouldn’t you check with someone about the snow? It’s pretty bad and…”

“This is nothing. Just a bit of snow.” He muttered to you. He didn’t look up until the phone rang. He glanced at you then left for the other room.

“We’re snowed in…” He said when he came back.

“Like. Stuck here? But we’re supposed to keep moving. I thought you were supposed to keep me safe from being kidnapped. How are you going to keep me safe if I’m stuck?”

“If we are stuck then nothing can get in.”

“I don’t like that logic.” You muttered to him and he sighed.

“The American says you should be taught to defend yourself. Perhaps he is right.” Illya muttered. 

“Yes! Let's do that!” You said quickly and he sighed. When you playfully punched him he sighed again before correcting how you’d struck out at him. Practising defending yourself had sounded better when Napoleon had offered. Illya took it so seriously that by the time he decided to stop for dinner you were exhausted and had forgotten all about the snow that was still falling and almost didn’t finish your meal. 

“We’ll probably have to move rooms every few days until it’s clear enough for us to leave.” Illya said. He glanced at you to see why you hadn’t answered and realised you were asleep. Rather than leave you on the sofa he picked you up. He set you in your bed, pulling the covers around you before heading back to his chess game.

[spidersbane]

Hello! Can I get MCU, The Hobbit, and The Man From U.N.C.L.E. ship? 💚

Appearance: She/her. 179,5cm tall, rectangle body shape. Fair skin complexion with quite a few birthmarks. Dyed brown with honey-red highlights, shoulder-length, straight hair with bangs. The left eye is a mix of two colors – a smaller portion of (darker) greyish-blue and a larger portion of hazel; while the right eye is just a (lighter) greyish-blue. Heptagon face shape with two dimples on the left cheek and one on the right cheek (only visible while smiling). A gap between the upper front teeth.

Personality (good and bad traits): Ever since I was a kid, I was always quite mature for my age – I identify myself as an old soul. I come off as polite and well-mannered to strangers, yet I tend to keep it to myself by being reserved. But, that’s because I have social anxiety and I’m nervous and shy when meeting/talking to people. The only people I’m comfortable with being with my inner circle – closest friends and family. I am usually more “open” with my friends than with my family. With my friends I can be my “truest-self” – I smile more, I laugh more, I feel more accepted and understood. I am the mom and the fashionista of the group. Don’t get me wrong, I am fiercely protective of my family, especially of my mother and younger sister. But, lately, I’ve been feeling like the “black sheep” of the family, Cinderella who’s been taken advantage of. I express my affection for the people I care about in little, but practical, ways. I can be a little stiff when it comes to open, gushy displays of affection. Others turn to me for help and advice. I’m kind-hearted and generous, always ready to help a person in need. Always have been motherly towards children. Very awkward at keeping small talk (usually with people that I’m not that close with). Absolutely, hate speaking in front of a public, and if I do, because of my nervousness, I tend to mess up my words and/or I practice whatever I’m about to say in my head at first. I appreciate the simplicity and am often most comfortable when I’m not getting too much attention from the world. I am sensitive – both to criticism and to others’ feelings (I sponge up the feelings and moods of people and the environment around me). Have a hard time saying no or expressing my true thoughts, feelings. I get influenced by other people’s opinions/thoughts quite hard (I take everything to the heart), that is why I tend to keep a lot to myself (may come off as a little bit tense, secretive, mysterious). I avoid the harsh reality by daydreaming (almost every day) – imagining myself in situations far from my current circumstances. Sort of like a self-escape. I worry a lot and overthink almost everything. I am easily distracted and my attention span can be quite short. I have an internal struggle between my needs and wants. I can lack focus and be indecisive as a result – when I decide on one route, I am pulled in another direction at the same time (“But what if…”, “on the other hand...”). That is why I’m having a bit of a struggle with deciding what I want to do in the future (career-wise). I am easily overwhelmed by pressure and stress. There is a self-destructive side to me (self-critical, lack of self-confidence) that I’m working on by confronting my fears (coming out of my shell). Don’t like taking pictures, or other people taking pictures of me. I feel most content when I’ve straightened out all the details of everyday life. I have a routine, that I follow by mostly every day, and if something small changes in that routine, I start to have a small internal anxiety attack. Also, I like to do things my own way, like, when it comes to cleaning the house or organizing stuff, etc. I get triggered even if people don’t do the laundry the way I do. I guess you could describe me as a perfectionist, clean/control freak. In triggering situations I can be impulsive, spontaneous, quick to act. Quick flare-ups of anger/annoyance when being provoked on my patience. Even when I’m feeling low, I manage to find humor in life and have fun with whatever I do have. Although I tend to bottle things up, I am an emotional person and my emotions are genuine – I love and care deeply and passionately and wish no ill will upon anyone, yet it hards for me to imagine someone falling in love with me or just liking me.

Hobbies, likes: My hobbies are cleaning, writing (re-writing song lyrics, making small notes, writing stories), listening to any type of music, catching up on my favorite films and TV shows, hanging out with friends, going to the cinema, or the club, being out in nature, reading, traveling. I like history, cooking, fashion magazines (or fashion in general), road trips, spirituality, mythology, books, orange juice, previous decades, cottage-core, dark academia.

Overall: Hufflepuff. INFP-T. Bi-sexual. Pisces-Aries cusp sign. “Looks like could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll.” A feminist, support LGBTQ+ community. That’s it, thank you!

hey @pataim ! thanks so much for sending in your request, and thank you so much for your honesty about yourself. like it takes a lot to air yourself out like that, and I admire your strength for it. but also fINALLY a 'Man from U.N.C.L.E' ship! I love that movie and attempt Illya's accent all the time, so this will be fun :)

For the MCU/Marvel - I ship you with Steve Rogers/Captain America ! 

no one can tell me that Steve doesn’t have a set routine honestly, so let me just get that out there 

he seems intimidating at first, esp as a public figure and Avenger, but Steve is nothing but passionate about what he does. so it may clash w your lack of direction, but I could honestly see him envying that a lil bit, like it’s not that you don’t have direction, it’s the fact that you still have a choice in the matter. 

your love of history put you in a museum, here you bumped into Steve in a horrible disguise. he struck up the conversation first, and once you got past the whole “holy crap that’s Captain America”, you could actually engage with him in the material and boi was he smitten 

he would love to join you when your rewatched your fave things, bc not only is he catching up on more media he missed out on, he’s also getting to know your interests in a way that’s comfortable with you. it avoids all the small talk, but leaves room for discussion after the film/show ! 

since you tend to sponge up a lot of what other people believe, it’s totally Steve who actually tries to question what you think and what you feel about things. he’s someone who encourages you to have your own opinions and to stay true to those thoughts. so while with him, you can rely on him to learn about yourself, you also gain skills for independence

overall, Steve is super patient, and despite his chaotic job as Cap, he takes comfort in his routine, and would find comfort incorporating a partner’s routine into his life. and as you grow in a relationship with him, he’s patient about teaching you how to be your own person, and helping you learn more about yourself. and while it’s uncomfortable, you grow stronger throughout being with him :) 

For The Hobbit - I ship you with Bilbo Baggins !

Bilbo is the definition of introvert, and you're right there with him

not that introversion is ever a bad thing, bc it isn't. but Bilbo is quite content to sit in his little hobbit hole and vibe. like Gandalf had to come find him, ya know. dude disappeared from his own bday.

but anyways. it's not that Bilbo lacks purpose, it's just that he's more content with a quieter life. and it seems like his quiet life would balance you out well! like the Shire is so so chill, and there doesn't really seem to be a lot of pressure on the hobbits to pick a profession. like they just genuinely do what needs to get done.

similarly, Bilbo is the type who seems a little bothered by mushy displays of affection. exhibit a: disappearing from his own bday. like he's much more the type to refill your tea when y'all are reading by the fireplace, which he would totally do w you

it will probs take you a little while to warm up to each, given just how introverted you both are. but when he explains that he has set ways of doing things, then if they're compatible w your ways of doing things, then it doesn't take you long to open up to him

like it'll be a little jarring, but he takes comfort in his routines too. and it'll be an event trying to incorporate both of your ways of life together, but he's willing to do it

overall, yours is a very quaint partnership, built on deep respect for one another. neither of you are going to push the other to do things you aren't into. and y'all just live your best lives together tbh :)

For The Man From U.N.C.L.E - I ship you with Illya Kuryakin !

I love my big Russian spy so much, so this is fun for me

so Illya is the epitome of reserved and generally quiet, so it might take a while to really break down his walls and talk to him. and he's not quite sure what to do with you once you join the team

but, he's playing his game of chess alone, and when you sit down and ask to play with him, he opens up a little more after that

if you're one who get sent out on mission with the team, get ready, bc sometimes those missions require a lot of improvising. but you'd probably be at whatever 'base' was, helping run operations from a more secure place. but Illya and Napoleon improvise a lot, leading to a lot of headaches for you and Waverly

Illya has small bursts of anger, but similar to Gaby, most times, you can intervene and he doesn't get violent. or when he does, he tries to make sure it isn't in front of you. but bc you care so deeply for him, you're there for him in the aftermath. and that's how you show your love for him.

by patching him up if he gets cut, by talking him down when he's angry. and just generally trying to take care of him. and he totally does the same for you, especially if you get sent out into the field

and much to Illya's dismay, Solo doesn't refrain form making jokes about you. but if you can take them in stride, then Solo welcomes you into the team just as well :)

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[thatsarcasticgemini]

Soft mornings

Illya Kuryakin x reader

     A little ray of sunshine fell on the bed and on Y/N’s face. The yellow and warm light made it’s way in between the pale beige bedroom curtains. The woman stirred a little, trying to get a few more minutes asleep. She turned around, trying to find her husband’s body on the other side on the bed, but her soft fingers only touched the sheets. The tall and strong man wasn’t there anymore. She finally opened her eyes and tried to search for him around the room. Illya was nowhere in sight. She sat up, rubbing her eyes softly and let out a small sigh. The room was a little cold in the morning and Y/N loved cuddling Illya in these chilly moments. She swung on the edge of the bed and shivered a little when her toes made contact with the cold floor. 

     She passed by the bathroom and living room, but still no sight of her Russian. As she got closer to the kitchen, Y/N smelt coffee and eggs, signalizing her husband was in the kitchen, cooking. She entered the room and saw Illya facing the stove, turning fried eggs. She went ahead and wrapped her arms around his middle from behind. He instantly turned, hugging back, putting his chin on top of her head. Y/N inhaled his all too familiar scent, tightening her grip on his waist.

“I couldn’t find you in bed. Figured you had something to do. You know it gets cold in bed without you there, Illya.”

“I wanted to make you some food. That’s a gesture of affection, is it not?”

“You don’t have to tho.”

     Illya sent her a small smile, kissing the crown of her head and turning his attention back to the stove. Y/N let him go, turning to go to the table, sitting down on it. She admired her lover’s face, as he concentrated to make the eggs perfectly for his her. The coffee was almost boiling and ready to be poured in the small hand painted cups Y/N free-styled on weeks prior. Once the eggs were done, he put the eggs on two plates, sprinkle some salt on them, than took the boiling coffee, pouring it in the cups. He set the table and looked at his wife. He absolutely loved it when she used his shirts as night gowns. Being the protective man he was, anytime she wore his clothes made him feel special and empowered. He placed himself between her legs, picking her up. Y/N didn’t miss the opportunity to nuzzle her head in the crook of his neck. He held her close to him, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She smirked gently, feeling his hands gently squeezing her ass. She moved mouth closer to his ear.

“The food will get cold.”

“I can heat it up again.”

“What about your work hm? Won’t you be late?”

“I’ll tell Waverly I didn’t hear the alarm clock.”

“We don’t have and alarm clock, love.”

“He doesn’t know that.”

     And with that, Illya tightened his grip on his wife’s bum and began walking back to the bedroom. These were the soft moments they shared with each other, when nothing else than the other soul mattered to either of them.

[playbucky]

Poly Headcanon.

Requested by Anon – Heyo, I heard that you have requests open for TMFU, and I was wondering if we could get some headcanons about being in a poly relationship with Illya, Gaby, and Napoleon? Only if you’re comfortable with it though! No pressure and thank you so much!! A/N – Sorry this took me so long!

- You all go on dates together the four fo you, you also go on dates with one person at a time. - But if you go with one of them by yourself, you can quickly spot the other two who are feeling left out and badly trying to blend in and you wonder how they became spies. - Whenever you have a hotel room, Ilya and Napoleon push the beds together so you can all fall asleep cuddling each other. - The guys are always the little spoons. - The guys are also like you and Gaby’s personal bodyguards, anyone looks at you especially men, well they glare right back. - You and Gaby are the same about women, but they don’t seem to notice it since you’re their precious jewels. - Another things, you’d have an abundance of nicknames. - Russian ones. - British ones. -  And German ones. - If anyone comes back from a mission with an injury you better be prepared for the full routine that you got through. - Stitching it, cleaning it, kisses on the wound, comforting words. - Treating you like porcelain for the next week. - Over protective. - Now if you have to attend an event to get information. - Illya and Nap will spend hours arguing over what goes best together. - You and Gaby quickly go around the shops and buy whatever you need before stopping it. - Choosing who’s partner is for the night ends up having to be done through a rota. - You all have the big discussion of moving in together. - They all insist on getting a large apartment that has a room for everyone. - You still spend nights in the same bed together. - Depending which room your sleeping in for the night comes down to a rota as well. - Illya and Nap have many arguments stating they’ve spent to long in the others room, when they actually haven’t. - Everyone has their roles. - Illya is a tinkerer, everything isn’t correct but it is. - Nap is the chef and makes most the meals and does the shopping. - Gaby fix’s the car or the sink to the toilet. - You well, you take on the roll of housekeeper but you don’t mind. - Since they are all so neat and tidy.

[myriadimagines]

[x] // requester: @ruvaakke

IMAGINE: CONFRONTING U.N.C.L.E. WHEN YOU NOTICE THEM SPYING ON YOU.

“Okay,” you abruptly stop in front of Illya, Gaby and Napoleon, and they all blink at you in surprise as you fold your arms across your chest. “You’ve been following me for ten blocks now. Who are you, and what do you want from me?”

Gaby stares at you in shock, and Napoleon raises an eyebrow at you as Illya lets out a frustrated sigh. Taking a sip of his drink, he grumbles, “Nice going, cowboy.”

“Oh, and this is my fault?” Napoleon scoffs, not even bothering to salvage the situation. Setting his drink down, Napoleon turns to you as he says, “Well, we think you could be of some help to us...”

[fangirlfanwritings]

Illya Kuryakin Imagine

ok for illya’s request is that the reader and illya reallly hate each other and she keeps teasing him until he lost it and he kinda “dealt” with her and yea thts it☺️

“On the left,” Illya shouted. 

“I see him, Kuryakin. I see all of them.” You took another couple shots and took down more of the enemies. 

“Two on the-” Before he could finish you dropped the two on the right that were about to emerge from the alley.

“Thanks, Captain Obvious.”

“You know I do not like when you call me that.”

“You know I do not like when you act like you know more than me,” you imitated him. You and Illya had a love-hate relationship; you both loved to hate each other.

Once everything was done the two of you walked towards the car. You noticed the slight limp stemming from Illya’s left leg. “Is the age getting to you, Grandpa?”

“I’m only 3 years older than you, Y/N.”

You shrugged and smiled at him, you loved getting under his skin. Once back at the safe house you grabbed the first aid kit and yelled for him. “Illya!”

“What?” He grunted. 

“Get in here.” You waited a couple seconds. “Now, Kuryakin!” You heard his reluctant steps coming towards you. “Sit down.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so, Gramps. Take a seat.” He sat on the side of the tub and before he could say anything else you ripped his pant leg off. 

“These are my favorite pants!”

“They were. Now they are your favorite hand-made shorts.”

“Y/N,” he gritted his teeth just as you cleaned the wound on his leg. He hissed as it hit the wound.

“Be a big boy, Kuryakin.” You worked quick to clean it and stitch the small puncture up. “Aw, see, you did good.” 

“Y/N, stop trying to tease me,” he clenched his fist.

“What are you going to do about it, Kuryakin, stomp away and avoid me?”

“Y/N-”

“Or are you going to sulk in silence like you usually do?”

“Y/N-”

“What, Illya! What are you going to do?” Before you could react his lips were on yours and you felt yourself pressed against the wall. 

******

You clutched the sheets against your chest and took a deep breath. “Damn, Illya, if that’s how you deal with getting teased I might have to do it more often.”

He laughed. “I don’t think you can tease me more than you do.”

You rose a brow at him. “Is that a challenge?”

“No, but I guess if you do it again I know how to deal with you now.”

“I like how you think, Peril.”

“Was that a compliment?”

“No,” you shook your head and chuckled. “Definitely not.”