#konyushyna

And last but not least, WIP Wednesday I was tagged in by my beloved Deena @suzy-queued <3

So, I'm currently working on 2 WIPs (well, other that 31 Days of Coffee) and thanks to Deena I started writing again Konyushyna, cause she helped me with a huge doubt I had and I am so happy I will publish this fic (whenever the heck I will finish it lol!)

Let's give you all an extract!

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Mikhailo wasn’t surely expecting for the tall redhead to sense that he was staring at him. But, yeah, he also guesses that a good soldier should also have a sort of instinct, right?

Furthermore, he didn’t anticipate the complete betrayal from his own body that refused to move an inch away the closer the redhead was getting.

And when the American soldier -now he can see the US Army badge- stops a few steps from him, he can also see all the freckles on his face and his body yet again refuses to move.

When he hears the soldier’s voice, then, he relaxes a bit. 

Mikhailo understands English pretty well -his speaking is not as good as his listening, though. His English speaking is definitely rusty and flawed due to the lack of practice, but he understands enough to hold basic conversations with American and English soldiers for sure.

He doesn’t respond only because along with his body, also his brain has short-circuited, so he can’t get himself around responding with a simple Hello.

Then the American soldier cheers him in his language and Mikhailo melts a bit. What the absolute fuck, he thinks, though. The man has just pronounced the simplest word in Ukrainian, he didn’t cast a fucking spell. He is a fucking Wolverine, he should get a fucking grip of himself.

But then the soldier starts talking super fast -just because he didn’t respond to him right away- and though Mikhailo understands English, that is just too fast for him. And he swears to himself that he is about to talk when he sees the redhead fetch a dictionary from one of the pockets of his cargo pants, so he stops again.

He is curious now.

When the redhead speaks with a broken -adorable- Ukrainian, he can’t stop the small smile from appearing on his face. He couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to.

Ian. Doctor. Selfless.

“Hello, Ian,” Mikhailo finally breaks the silence and the huge smile Ian gives him now, it’s the greatest reward he could receive for someone who has only pronounced two words.

“Hello!” Ian cheers gleefully and Mikhailo remembers that one time when they saved a puppy from a well and yet, it wasn’t as happy as Ian seems to be. “Do you speak English? Or-or, I can try, wait,” He grabs his dictionary again, so Mikhailo stops him with a low chuckle.

“I understand enough English,” the Wolverine starts. “I don’t speak well, but I understand.”

Ian seems relieved by that information. “Oh, you speak very well! Definitely better than my Ukrainian.”

“Definitely,” Mikhailo concurs and can’t help but grin a little.

Ian pretends to be outraged. “Hey, it’s my first day,” Ian laughs and then points at Mikhailo’s injury. “I can help you with that.”

Mikhailo touches his cheek instinctively and though he can’t hide the grimace on his face, he shakes his head a little. “It’s small.”

“It still needs to be cleaned, at least,” Ian offers and shows him the small first aid kit he is bringing along. “Let me help, please.”

Mikhailo looks at Ian and, well, if he spends some time with him he will be able to understand his reaction. He will be able to study him a little. “Ok.”

“Great!” Ian explodes in another big smile -Mikhailo didn’t know until that moment that someone could show so many teeth while smiling. “What’s your name?”

The Wolverine rolls his eyes -he wonders if his name will sound weird to an American, and so he rolls his eyes because who cares? It’s just a name and he has been weird since he has laid his eyes on Ian. “Mikhailo,” says eventually, shyly.

“Mikhailo,” Ian repeats, trying the pronunciation a few times. “Mikhailo?” He tries again.

Mikhailo nods and shrinks a bit between his shoulders.

“It’s such a beautiful name,” Ian says before nodding to a quiet place of the settlement with some benches and tables. “Come with me, let's check that cut.”

Mikhailo can’t do anything but follow Ian. How could he not?

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Coralie! <3

I am actually forcing myself not to re-read what I wrote so far because I am already soooooooo slooooooooooow and I want to finish Chocolate, peanut butter blablabla first ahah!

The wordcount is 21k so far and it's not even half done because I write too much, and every time I start with "it will be a one shot!" but then :D

I can give an extract, just to make y'all understand how cute is this Mikhailo and why I can't wait to actually finish it <3

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“Gallagher,” Ian hears Mikhailo say, and that shakes him off of his thoughts. He sees the Wolverine has moved his gaze from his face to his uniform and, specifically, on the badge with his name on it.

“Yeah, it’s my last name. Ian Gallagher,” he explains before grabbing gauze and disinfectant. “If you need me, come to the base and ask for Gallagher. I don’t know how many Ians there might be otherwise,” he says slowly, pronouncing every word without cutting any vows, trying to make himself as understandable as possible.

“Need you?” Mikhailo asks and looks again at Ian’s face. When the redhead starts cleaning his cut, the Wolverine lifts his hand on Ian’s face mirroring his pose, only, he does that for a pure exploratory purpose, touching a spot on his cheek where there are three freckles close to one another. “What’s the name of this?”

Ian has to stop himself from screaming from the cuteness of that shy exploration. He smiles, though, he can’t stop that. “Yeah, need me. Even if I don’t know where you are based actually. Maybe you are far away. Hope, not though.”

“Mpf,” Mikhailo grunts slightly. “No base. We stay where we can help. We don’t follow orders,” he tries to explain in English. His accent is thick, but Ian nods, understanding what he means. “What’s the name for this?” He repeats then, pointing again to Ian’s freckles.

“Yeah, I meant,” Ian sighs, because how can he be more obvious? “Just come and see me, ok?” 

“Name!” Mikhailo insists, tapping insistently against Ian’s cheek.

“Calm down, Mik, jeez,” Ian chuckles and pulls his face back enough to escape from the Wolverine's finger. “You mean the small dots on my face?”

A nod.

“They are called freckles,” Ian laughs slightly.

“Freckles,” Mikhailo repeats and a small smile appears on his face.

“You like them?”

Mikhailo shrugs, but the blush on his face tells Ian that, yeah, he likes them.

“Got them everywhere,” Ian adds them and that shocks Mikhailo enough to allow Ian to grab his face between his hands. “I need to clear your cut. Stay still. Understand?”

Mikhailo pouts but nods and turns his face so that the side that is injured is now facing Ian entirely. “Got worse.”

“I imagine,” Ian concurs and loses his breath a few seconds when he sees Mikhailo’s profile -he is so gorgeous, honestly. “How did it happen anyway?”

Mikhailo seems to think about the word. “Likot, you know? Likot,” but he knows he is saying it in Ukrainian so he moves his elbow as if he were hitting something. “A punch with the-” he says, touching his own elbow.

“Elbow,” Ian nods and smiles stupidly when Mikhailo repeats it to learn it. “Anyway, you don’t need stitches. Only the butterfly one, ok?”

Mikhailo looks at him, confused.

“No stitches, only super strong band-aids,” He explains, showing him the equipment he is handling and he is happy to see that now the Wolverine seems to be understanding.

He medicates him in silence while Mikhailo restarts exploring his face with gentle touches. Ian lets him, blushing lightly when he feels Mikhailo’s fingers drawing the profile of his jaw until he feels brave enough to start exploring his neck, apparently looking for more freckles.

“Will you, anyway?” Ian clears his throat before asking him.

“Will what?” Mikhailo asks and Ian is sure he is closing his knees enough to touch the sides of his hips a bit harder.

“Come and look for me,” He whispers and though he has finished medicating Mikhailo’s cheek, he keeps his hand there, brushing his thumb on his soft, pale skin.

The Wolverine blushes and retrieves his hand from Ian’s face. “You want me to come and look for you?”

An easy question. “Yes, Mikhailo.”

“You are complicated,” Mikhailo whispers, lowering his gaze.

“Am I?”

“No,” Mikhailo shakes his head and mumbles some words in Ukrainian. “You make things complicated.”

Ian looks at the Wolverine and he is not sure if he meant his last words or if it was a language barrier slip. “Is that what you feel?”

“Feel,” Mikhailo repeats and grabs the dictionary Ian has put on the table, next to the first aid kit. He looks at the Ukrainian/English and nods. “Yes, you feel complicated.”

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Shoot, I noticed this only now 😂

Last 2 weeks I haven't really been here huh?

Anyway, as someone may know already I am writing the extended version of Konyushyna -I want to write a serie called "Mikhailo" with Ukrainian!Mickey and so far I have "Konyushyna" (Clover-Mikhailo and Ian as soldiers), "Sonechko" (Small Sun-a crack fic with Ian photographer/writer who brings Mickey in US because he falls in love with during a reportage and Mikhailo is pretty quirky a huge piece of work, a total handful, but also loves Ian at first sight) and "Chervonny" (Red- in which they meet online but I don't have a plot yet).

So now I'm writing Konyushyna, I thought it would be short but I am at 10k and they haven't kissed yet, so, yeah #sameoldme

I won't leave an extract from it, but I will leave the 2 Midjourney AI creations I made that are inspiring me :3