If Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins decides to eventually settle down and find himself a lover, it will not be so surprising to those who are close to him that he will be incredibly lovesick.
Or maybe those who are close to him will find this unexpected at all. All eyes are wide if they ever find out how clingy he is if he's alone with his beloved. After a tiring day of writing reports or even clearing out "Wild Hunt unpleasantness," would you really blame the man for requesting a bit, if not, more of your time?
He likes cuddles. Though he knows he may be cold, he can't help but huddle close for your warmth. He appreciates every touch that you give him – be it holding his hand, or his cheek ( to which he'll lean to ), he'll appreciate it all. Even better if you want to embrace him, because he will do it eventually if you don’t.
He also likes kisses. A lot, actually, and this can be a hindrance to both of you for your jobs. There's always a kiss before and after work. Flins sometimes overdoes it with you, because apparently, he can't get enough of your lips. He's a little tease. He'll always say, "just one more?" or "one last kiss?" because it's never going to be a one last kiss. This man is obsessed.
And he's always so so happy if you indulge him. He'd smile a lot between kisses, feeling triumphant and so, so delighted, because he manages to charm and seduce you for more. You'd always try to break it off because you know how he takes his time ( give him an inch and he'll take a mile ), but he'll continue kissing you either way – not on the lips, but on the nose, your cheeks, or your forehead – everywhere on your face. The man has his eyes closed as he happily peppers your face with so much kisses. You are trying not to explode.
"Unfortunately, I don't think this is sufficient enough," He whispers between kisses, with you glowing in embarrassment. The fact that he's not breathing hard is beyond you - is it because of the fact that he's a lantern fae? He pulls you closer by the waist. "May I have one more? Just one more, and perhaps it'll suffice."
Indulge him a little more, and you'll find yourself confused. You'll be finding yourself sitting on his lap. There will be no escape from his hold. ( Not unless you're uncomfortable, then he will let you go. But you are into this as much as he is, so. )
Flins is secretly a needy man. Though he'd let himself spoil his lover by giving them lots of cuddles, kisses, and words of affirmation ( compliments, praises; he’s great at it ), it's wholly different if he's ever in the receiving end of your love.
Oh to lock lips with you. To feel your arms around his, or your hands cupping his cheeks. To hear and listen to the words or sounds you make. He'd take it all.
So if you ever decide to go somewhere – somewhere far where he can't even escort you, expect this man to yearn.
Flins will probably miss you so so much to the point that he can’t help but look helplessly every time at the foot of the lighthouse, expecting your arrival. He'll be sitting at his porch – at his workspace, where yellow irises will be lifting away from his reports. Flins is waiting for the one who has his heart.
Of course, he's not usually the type to openly express his emotions, but if one ever mentions your name if he's around, he’ll have a tiny and sad smile. Oh, you. Wonderful, amazing, and beautiful you, who's taking so long. The man is longing for you.
Flins wonders where you are, and hopes you are alright wherever you are. He can't help but ponder from time to time, do you miss him as much as he misses you?
Do you remember the time he made you his subject when he got to use his kamera again? With a little bit of help from Aino and Ineffa, Flins managed to have a small printed copy of you smiling, that he keeps in his pocket whenever he’s out clearing up Wild Hunt spots. ( He makes sure to be extra careful whenever he's against the Wild Hunt. It'd be bad if he'll see his dearest damaged, no? ) Plus, he's also been planning on purchasing those antique lockets that he's been eyeing for a while now, and thinks he should put your picture inside for a more secured keeping.
He misses you so much sometimes he rereads your letters. Those wonderful letters that he treasures and hides somewhere safe because it's the only thing that's enough to keep him closer to you. Your postcards, anecdotes, and small packages are enough to make his whole week.
He misses you so much sometimes he orders or cooks meals that you favor to feel as if you’re still there with him. He wants to feed you again, since you always did glow so lovingly.
Oh, he misses you so so much he can’t help but be intrigued whenever you are mentioned in Nasha Town. His eyes light up whenever he hears your name. ( Miss Nefer, the observant woman she is, is probably the first one to notice. )
You’re very special to him — you’re his lover, his light, and his one and only.
So do expect that once you return, Flins will absolutely take his time making the most of it with you. You did leave for a while, after all, so don’t be so shocked if he’s not going to let you go just yet. This means more kisses. More intimate touches. The man usually kisses your hand whenever you two see each other, and this time, he’ll kiss not only your hand, but also all the way up to your wrist, your arm, until your shoulder. There may come a time where you two are in bed, loving each other, and him lying on your thighs, relieved and content that you are finally home.
Below you, he attracts your attention, "My love." He kisses your palm when you caress his face. He has waited for far too long, and he has one request. He asks you in a sultry manner, “Will you allow me to be selfish with you?”
( edit / bonus: forgot one of the most important things about him. this man speaks his fae language while loving you. he’ll be kissing you on the temple, or on your neck while whispering his language so tenderly. )
"You, too, have the potential to be driven mad by knowledge. But the truths you seek are so insipid...How laughable that you should die for their sake"
I want Varka to talk about Razor constantly ala fma Hughes, he asks Lisa for the full reports on razor’s education, every knight knows the story of how he found Razor and why he named him like that. A stranger calls him a proud father and he starts weeping, he has to be this cringe if not whats the point hoyo
“haitham,” your voice sings, “are you jealous?” you elbow alhaitham’s side, poking his cheek and quirking your brows as an amused grin tugs at your lips. he only grunts, flipping a page of his book without sparing you a glance and pretending that he doesn’t hear you. “i know you heard me,” you pester, “you are jealous, huh?”
“i have nothing to be jealous of,” he says matter of factly, and though you can’t bring yourself to believe him, you have to admire his persistence even if a little.
alhaitham is not jealous—it’s what he tells himself, at least.
jealousy is an irrational concept, especially when two people have mutually agreed they’re exclusive—which you both have done so already. it’s an ugly emotion, it’s unbecoming of the loyalty you’ve pledged and the trust that exists between you both.
therefore, alhaitham is not jealous.
he simply thinks that logically speaking, the general mahamatra has no business standing that close to you when it’s a well known fact you’re in a relationship. based on his observations (which are seldom wrong) making you laugh so easily should be near impossible—cyno’s jokes are about as dry as the desert sand itself. alhaitham thinks it must be a pity laugh. it has to be a pity laugh—cyno is not funny, not in the slightest. and the way your eyes twinkle as you talk to him is not fondness, it’s kindness—because you’re a genuine person, that’s all.
he watches you both talk for one second, then two, and then he realizes he’s frowning. why is he frowning? there’s nothing to be jealous of when cyno is involved, the rational part of alhaitham’s mind knows this.
alhaitham is taller, a lot more muscular, he’s the (acting) grand sage—and though he hates the position, it’s evidently popular amongst the ladies. he’s smarter, and though neither him nor cyno are very social, he likes to think he’s better at analyzing people’s emotional responses and understanding human behavior. and besides that, alhaitham knows your favorite coffee order and where your favorite spot for lunch is. he knows the crinkle of your nose means you have more to say but you’re biting your tongue. he knows you laugh behind your hand because sometimes you get shy about your smile.
he knows more about you than cyno could ever imagine exists. logically speaking, alhaitham understands you far better than cyno, and he should be the optimal choice. there’s not anything to worry about, nothing that should concern him in regards to his (very stable) relationship with you. but then he remembers the way you laughed at something cyno said, the way the general mahamtra looked at you in surprise before letting his gaze soften with a tiny smile.
he grits his jaw and closes his book.
“cyno doesn’t know you as well as i do,” he starts, making you blink before you nod slowly.
“yes, that’s true,” you ponder, “i suppose he doesn’t. you’ve known me for quite some time now—”
“cyno wouldn’t have as much time for you with all his duties. i, on the other hand, leave work as soon as the clock hits five pm.”
“that’s true, you do have a tendency to leave even if they need you to stay—”
“cyno’s position as general mahamatra makes him the target of a lot of angry and dangerous people, which could prove unsafe for you too,” alhaitham continues, cutting you off.
you frown, crinkling your brows in confusion, and you have to wonder—where is he going with all of this?
“well, yeah, sure. but just so you know, i’m not weak. i can take care of myself—”
“i never said you weren’t capable,” he says instantly, “but the optimal choice for who to date would be me—which you made the right choice, of course. congratulations.”
you snort, giving him a side eye that makes him raise a brow.
“you’re hopeless, haitham,” you giggle.
“and why is that? i’ve supplied more than enough evidence why—”
and then you cut him off with a kiss. it’s a gentle kiss, a slow one where you cup his cheeks, rub the soft skin in delicate circles with your thumb, cradle the back of his head and hold him close as you linger and let him steal a taste of you while you steal one of him too.
alhaitham pulls away in a daze, the book in his hand falling to his lap without the page marked before he can even realize it, long forgotten as you press your forehead to his.
“only you would give me evidence why i should choose you,” you say, clearly amused.
“technically, it’s not evidence why you should choose me if you already did,” he retorts.
and he’s right—you have already chosen him, and you can’t say you regret it. sure, alhaitham is hard to read and nearly impossible to predict. just when you think you have him figured out, he surprises you in more ways than one. he’s too smart for his own good, and his impressive (and sometimes irritating) ability to come up with a rebuttal to everything has moments that make you want to peel your own skin off. he’s blunt and sometimes dry and it drives you up a wall that he answers you with that know-it-all attitude of his.
he never lets a single emotion sway his decisions, and you often whine over every minor inconvenience. he reads books in his free time while you look for something to watch on tv. he rarely wants to leave the house, yet you always have somewhere you want to explore or a new place you want to try. logically speaking, it shouldn’t work, but it does—and cyno will not disrupt the routine that is you, the routine that has so naturally knit itself into his life, for even one moment.
especially not with those bland jokes of his that don’t even have a proper punchline.
“just because you have an answer for everything doesn’t mean you need to give it,” you huff, “and i’m right this time. you are jealous.”
“like i said,” he shrugs, “i’m not jealous.”
“oh yeah? so if the general mahamatra requested my help for another investigation, then you wouldn’t—”
“the general mahamatra has made it this far without your help,” alhaitham says dryly, and if you look close enough, you might just make out the beginnings of a pout at the edges of his lips.
you laugh, scratching gently at his scalp as your fingers thread into his hair. “why else are you better for me?” you hum, cupping his cheek and kissing the corner of his mouth.
now that—that’s a question alhaitham will always have endless answers too. he relaxes, closes his eyes and lets you kiss along his jaw slowly as his hands find purchase of your waist.
“we’d be here all day,” he mumbles, “it’s a lengthy answer.”
“i got time,” you wriggle your brows. he chuckles—and when you laugh too, the sound of your voice in perfect harmony with the sound of his, he thinks he’s found yet another reason why.
“cyno doesn’t know you sing in the shower when you think you’re home alone,” he smirks, rubbing your hips up and down as you gape at him.
“what do you mean—”
“and he doesn’t know your favorite orders or the way you like your coffee. overall, the best option for you is me,” he nods, fighting back a chuckle when you roll your eyes.
“you sure put a lot of thought into this,” you mutter.
“of course,” he shrugs, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. and perhaps it is—there’s a sense of rationality he loses when you’re around. instead, a sense of rawness, a sense of something dangerously close to hope. “i spend a lot of time thinking about you,” he adds softly.
your face softens, and your eyes twinkle in a way that they certainly did not when cyno was around—and he suspects it’s from a lot more than just a bit of kindness.
“you sure you’re not jealous?”
“no,” he grins, “i’m very sure i’m right.”
“for once,” you kiss the corner of his mouth, watching it twitch as he stares at your lips and fights the urge to chase after them, “i’ll have to admit you’re right.”
rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.
all my wip files are named after the readersona names i plan to use or little ideas but I haven't picked a name yet so it's quite vague. and I don't tend to decide names of my one shots until right before I post it
Omg thanks for the tag my darling! I’ll be honest a lot of these fics don’t have names yet. I don’t usually name them until they’re done being written !! But I can still give a sneak peek
1. Love letters
2. Beards (I actually don’t know if this will ever come out)
3. Pinned down during quidditch
4. Too Far Gone, Don’t Send Help (this might be a DNF cuz I released part one on here but haven’t had inspo since)
5. Spin the bottle (different from the James one released)
6. Crappy Holidays (this might’ve been the first fic I ever wrote)
7. Fake dating
8. Nonsense (this has been sitting in the wip for awhile!!! And I keep wanting to post this as part of a blurb series but idk….)
thank you so much for tagging me mk💗💗 i usually only write down the character name for each file but i've just put the first description that comes to mind!!
oh my goodness... I have mulitple WIPs for my main, nsfw and side acc. this is gonna be crazy because I just recently got into Love and Deepspace and have been brainstorming non-stop various plotlines for my side account where I post everything that isn't marauders -- the question is, will I be able to
WIPs : main acc. (marauders)
everyone already knows about my marauders x fairy tale and marauders x studio ghibli wips so i won't be including those here
one. RL / Firefighter Remus
two. Poly Marauders / Not Adequate
three. RL / One Kiss
WIPs : @kqote nsfw acc. (marauders)
one. JP / HTD bonus
two. SIRIUS B. / POLLEN
three. REMUS L. / FAKE IT TIL YOU MAKE IT / TEMPTED
WIPs : @kqutie side acc. (Marvel/EPIC: The musical/Misc./Love&Deepspace)
one. MCU / Kitten Companion
two. MCU / Second Chances
three. ODYSSEUS / Floating Utopia
four. HERMES / Karma
five. HERMES / The Thief Who Stole The Duchess
six. CALEB / THE FARMER'S DAUGTHER
seven. L&DS / LITTLE BIRDIE
eight. SYLUS / THE PRINCESS AND HER DRAGON
nine. XAVIER / THE MASK OF LUMIERE
ten. ZAYNE / NORTHERN HARVEST/SPRING
eleven. SYLUS / SECRETARY EMPRESS
twelve. RAFAYEL / MY FAKE WIFE IS AN ASSASSIN
thirteen. PLAN / CALEB X HYBRID AU
fourteen. SYLUS / THE GOBLIN'S BRIDE
uhhh... yeah that's a lot omg... i don't know if i can tag enough people according to everything so i'll just tag my longest list so 14 lovelies
-- i will be reblogging this on my other accounts so that anyone who wants to send asks about works they're curious about can send it through
npt : @astonishment @moonstruckme @ellecdc @crescenthistory @iamgonnagetyouback @mannythemunchkin @thebestofoneshots @mischievousmoony @ikkyfics @amiableness @pretty-little-mind33 @sun-kissy (i couldn't make it to 14 but i came close to it...that's good, right?)
Oh lord I am…about to out myself. I write in tabs now so most of these are helluverse related 😭😭😭 Adding the rules down here for reference:
rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.
The Looking Glass
The Sea Deity Sandwich
The Weaver's Temple
Son of the Sea
Full Speed Ahead
Odyseidon Bookshop AU
Dio Request (@mannythemunchkin yes this is for you LMAO)
The World's a Stage
The Bottom Club
Oh No Aira Girl What Are You Doing
The Attempted Revenge Chapter
The Blitzo Chapter
The Latin Night Chapter
The Spanish Chapter
I also don't have too many mutuals who write, however:
rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.
ty proverb for the tag!! i have many wips from 2021-2023, i haven’t really written much since then but im still consuming fics like crazy!! so going back in my wip folder is like a blast from the past fr 🤣 as per my MO, most of these titles are based off song titles 🙂↕️
alhaitham realizes he loves you after everyone else.
because no, kaveh doesn’t know what he’s talking about, and what would cyno understand about you and him, and tighnari is probably just jumping to conclusions.
yeah, sometimes he listens more when you’re there, answers a bit less bluntly, doesn’t seem to mind pausing his reading if you’re talking, holds a door and waits for you to catch up here and there, let’s you sit at his table at puspa cafe and join him when there are no other tables, chuckles a little sometimes, nods and hums and holds a conversation.
it’s not love, it’s simply that you have meaningful things to say and he doesn’t mind a conversation if it holds value. it’s not love, but that you’ve spared him kindness in a tough moment or two and the least he can do is help you out sometimes as well. it’s not love, just that you’re trustworthy when he needs something done in the akademiya and who else can he really ask.
it’s not love until one day, your toothbrush is next to his, there’s a you shaped indent in his sheets, coffee is being brewed while he sleeps peacefully, and there’s humming in the kitchen where breakfast is being made and…oh, he thinks. maybe it’s love. maybe the way he searches for you in corners even when he knows your not there is because he sees you in everything. in that silhouette he’s sure is you for a second, in that cloud he thinks you’d say looks like a heart with a pointed finger, in that pastry he’s sure you’ll like that he’ll have to remember to take home to you later while it’s still warm.
and then the pitter patter of your feet as you walk to the bedroom makes him close his eyes and feign sleep, and…oh, he realizes, he’s pretending he’s not awake for those scattered kisses you leave across his face to wake him up. when did he care for that? maybe it’s love. maybe it was love all along. maybe during the first meet. maybe during the first instance he heard you laugh. maybe during the moment he saw tears in your eyes the first time.
maybe it was love before he even found you—love that was always meant to exist in the space between your paths before they even crossed.
“wake up,” you murmur, kissing between his brows.
“i’m awake,” he mumbles back, holding your hand to his cheek. maybe kaveh and cyno and tighnari were right all along. maybe it’s always been love and you were always meant to teach him how it works.
