#kuuryakin

[unclesolo]

@kuuryakin

“--no.”

[thelionofnaples]

👀 or + 👀 take your pick lol

Send “👀” to find my muse wearing nothing but an oversized shirt. 

Napoleon, for all his raging narcissism, does not show off his body much outside of the more active moments in his bedroom. Even afterwards, when sweat is still cooling on skin and flush still stains his cheeks, he slips into a robe and pajama pants. The only prolonged look Kuryakin’s ever had of his body, to the best of Napoleon’s knowledge, is when he’s field dressing a wound. Even then Napoleon waits until he’s left the bathroom to change into a clean undershirt.

It’s not for modesty that he hides his skin. Napoleon has found that operating under a tease and withhold and lo they shall come mentality has always drawn more flies to the honey than flagrant displays of flesh. The suits, perfectly tailored to his form, the brief, charming smiles and hints of what could be, have always served him better than anything blatant. 

So when Illya opens the door on him in the midst of changing for bed, by himself for once, and he’s in nothing but a large shirt that hangs down just to the underside of his full posterior, he is, to say the least, surprised. Not embarrassed, no, but... modestly surprised. Shifting, he tugs at the hem in the front, willing to sacrifice a bit of bare ass to cover that which needed covering. 

“Illya,” he greets with his usual mild politeness. “To what do I owe the honor?”

[babaayaaga]

❝ a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river. ❞

richard siken sentence starters | accepting !

      “ A river is in motion.   The sadness was stagnant. “

      Yet he understands what the man was trying to say to him, at least he        thinks he does, he understands the notion of hiding something to be        rid of it, but always knowing it was there when you looked at the hiding        spot.  The concrete had always been a reminder of what he’d left        behind, it always felt a little different when he stepped over it, always        sounded different if his footfalls were heavy that day.

      But then again, the rapids of the river could carry away any multitude of        sins, this he knew.

      “ Did you throw your sadness into the river, Mr. Kuryakin?  Or do you still          carry it with you? “

[betterintheory-blog]

kuuryakin started following you

“And who might you be? You look familiar, but also…not. Have we met?” Illya squints suspiciously at this tall, blond, blue-eyed stranger.

[sieschauenwichtig-blog]

@kuuryakin from here

Perhaps Gaby had been drinking, but that didn’t hinder her anger Her and Napoleon had been talking, and he was teasing her about the whole fiance schtick. His words had gotten twisted in her head, and now she was glaring at the small skyscraper in front of her.

“You know you are not my real fiance?” Gaby asked, her German accent even thicker after a bottle of scotch. “Is not real, and you do not get to think like that.” As tiny as she was, faint memories of her tackling Illya their first night together replayed in her head.

“Class!” She snorted, laughing at the Russian. “You beat up a bunch of boys in the bathroom. Yes, very classy, comrade.” The German spit out the last part like venom before going to grab more vodka from the cabinet.

[sieschauenwichtig-blog]

⁇ , ♣ , ✆

send ⁇ for a worried text

[ text ]: Alright, Illya, I’m sorry. Now where are you?? It’s been hours!!!

send  ♠ for a drunk text

[ text ]: I jsut wanted you to knowithat ur rely cute byut almsot really annoying

send ✆ for a morning text 

[ text ]: Good morning. You snore like a bear so I slept in Napoleon’s room.

[unclesolo]

@kuuryakin | x

“Last I checked, this place was both mine and yours, so that means I have every right to straighten things out as much as you do.” That was a weak argument at best and Napoleon was definitely not pouting about Illya having the higher ground.

“It is never appropriate to use a man’s middle name.”

[unclesolo]

everytime @kuuryakin sneaky likes something, the song “secret lovers” starts playing in my head