Eloise-bgrts - Eloise 🏎

heartrender husbands AU where fedyor gets taken by a group of drüskelle while on a mission and ivan hearing about it and going absolutely feral. just imagine him going after the drüskelle alone and tracking fedyor like a rabid bloodhound by following the sound of his heartbeat because ivan knows he's capable of telling fedyor's heartbeat apart from thousands of others. it sings to him and he's going to follow it until he finds him.

A WandaVision/X-Men fanfic I’ve started writing.

Summary:

Someone, or something, took his son. Stole him away to another universe, far from Erik’s reach. The X-Men are as clueless on how to get the speedster back, resigned like Erik to simply watching Peter on the tv screen as he’s forced to play a role for a grieving woman.

Set three years after Apocalypse; timeline changes explained in the notes.

Started writing this a few days ago, and then saw a Tumblr post. So not inspired by this, but it’s definitely along the same lines and I wanted to share it!

For my partner who won’t read this...

Hello. So, my partner, who I love very dearly, is currently in the slow process of reading If We Were Villains because truthfully I. Will. Not. Shut. Up.

And they absolutely love to push my buttons because they know how much I love this book and just want to see me biting my tongue to not give them spoilers that prove their theories wrong.

One of their all-time favorite things to say is that they don’t believe me when I say James is gay.

“If he doesn’t specifically say ‘I’m gay’ in the book, I don’t count it.”

Okay, fair. Do I believe James is 100% gay? Maybe, maybe not. However, the man is queer as hell and since my morals won’t allow me to spoil anything to them, I’m gonna rant about it here.

Welcome to GardenSprout’s Top Ten James-Is-Gay Moments of IWWV!

“I was convinced I had survived the third-year purge because James would have been moody and sullen without me.”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act I, Scene 1)

Sixteen pages in and Oliver is telling us readers that James values him enough to have thrown a hissy fit and boycotted the rest of the year if Gwendolyn and Fredrick had kicked out his boyfriend best friend. Sure, you could take this as platonic “I want to act with my bestie”, but knowing what we do at the end of the book, I highly doubt it’s that simple. James is a wonder to behold and there is no way it was just “I’m gonna miss my roommate” depression.

“He spent a month prowling around our room in the dark before he was sufficiently absorbed in the role to pounce on me in my sleep.”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act I, Scene 9)

…

Does this look like a straight man to you?

I rest my case.

Moving on:

    “‘Now,’ Camilo said, putting one hand on each of our shoulders, ‘you two are famously good friends, aren’t you?’     We smirked at each other.”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act I, Scene 9)

If that isn’t a “sharing a secret” look, then I don’t know what is. These two already know they are way more than “famously good friends”, but that’s way too much to get into, so they just give that look. A look is all you need sometimes.

“He smeared the blood around my face and chest and shoulders, rakes his fingers through my hair to make it stand on end.”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act I, Scene 12)

For this moment, I would actually like to call attention to a comment said partner made that completely deflates their entire argument.

So, they were skimming through the book to help me look for something and stumbled across this little scene here. After reading this one section, knowing zero context at all, they said:

“The fact that this is so unnecessarily intimate made me know it was James.”

I spent, like, 5 minutes laughing after that.

However, only a queer person knows how to make pouring gross-smelling fake blood over your same sex roommate/best friend intimate.

    “A warm hand landed on the back of my neck; I didn’t know whose. … ‘Breathe, Oliver.’     I unclenched my jaw and inhaled. James’s hand slid to my shoulder.”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act II, Scene 6)

For context: this is the scene during opening night of Julius Caesar where Richard smacks Oliver in the ear, right before Oliver, James, and Alex form the plan to get revenge.

Does James have to touch him to help Oliver feel better? No. Does he do it anyway? Adorably, yes.

Okay, arguably, this scene more shows Oliver being gay for James, but come on. How is this moment straight?

*Clears throat*

Don’t ask me how many quotes from the “Thanksgiving in Ohio” scene I’m about to pull out.

“His mouth inched shyly toward a grin. ‘We’re not such strange bedfellows.’“

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act III, Scene 9)

Honestly, do I need anymore evidence? This man shows up out of the blue to Oliver’s home because Oliver. Is. His. Safe. Place. This man has just murdered a man in self defense and his first thought after “I don’t wanna bother anyone so I’ll just go to Broadwater” is “I want Oliver”. Oliver even says that he looked “more like himself than he had in weeks” right after asking to share the bed.

At this point, I firmly believe I have enough evidence, but this is my SlytherClaw partner so I’m gonna keep going.

“He said it so readily that he must have been thinking of it, too. I almost laughed and turned to find him pulling back the comforter, eyes brighter than they’d been before.”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act III, Scene 9)

Context: Del Norte. The fact that they were both thinking about it at the same time. They fell asleep naked on a beach, reciting freaking Pericles and drinking out of a wine bottle. If that’s not a gay date, I don’t know what is.

“‘Who’s your boyfriend, Oliver?’ … ‘I’m James. Lovely to meet you both.’“

“If he was at all embarrassed, he didn’t let on.”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act III, Scene 10)

Combining these two quotes cuz they kinda go hand in hand. This man is so casual over the concept of “being Oliver’s boyfriend” and I firmly believe he reacted like that to see Oliver’s reaction. I bet you anything that man was not embarrassed, but actually thrived off of being seen as his boyfriend. Not to mention his casual jealousy when mentioning Meredith.

“His palm was pressed against my shirt, his fingers splayed across my collarbone. I waited for him to pull me closer or push me away. But he only stared at his hand, like it was something strange he’d never seen before.”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act IV, Scene 7)

They almost kissed. I want to know how this scene evolved after Oliver stopped narrating and how James started acting once he stepped back. I’m sorry, I live for awkward, flustered James Farrow.

“If they’d had claws they would have mauled each other … I wanted to look away but I couldn’t – it was like watching a car crash.”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act IV, Scene 9)

If you’re really desperate for context: James and Meredith making out for 5 seconds in the middle of class.

Look, there are m a n y quotes I could have pulled from this trainwreck of a moment, but they all revert back to one specific vibe. This scene gives “gay man being forced/forcing himself to like a woman” and it makes me uncomfy. Nothing about this scene gives me the feeling of James was actually experiencing everything Gwendolyn was telling him he felt. He is repulsed by her because of 1. the stunt she’d pulled on him in their first year and 2. he is subconsciously fighting with her about Oliver. He’s not into this!

And he exited the room immediately. I bet he felt disgusted with himself after pulling that, not to mention guilty that Oliver had to watch it. It was just a big bag of yikes all around and no one enjoyed it.

“I think he was so enamored with you because you were so enamored with him.”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act V, Prologue)

Colborne is a straight man and even he can see that these idiots were obsessed with each other.

“Wren, come up to bed with me, please.”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act V, Scene 2)

He does not want her. He is doing this to spite Oliver and no other reason. He even looks over at Oliver and his expression is described as “strange and bitter and vindictive”. He is running on spite alone. And guilt, but that one’s obvious.

“’Why don’t you and Oliver just admit you’re queer for each other and leave my girls alone?’”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act V, Scene 5)

Sure, take whatever bs Richard says with a grain of salt, but if we’re talking about undeniable evidence, here ya go.

“He stared up at me for a moment, then lifted his head and pulled me down to meet him. It was almost a brotherly kiss, but not quite. Too fragile, too painful.”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act V, Scene 6)

We’re gonna casually ignore Oliver being an idiot by saying this was “almost brotherly” and just focus on James. This man full well knows he’s going to prison as soon as Colborne asks him anything. He is fully prepared to throw his life away the second he’s confronted. So, in his mind, this is the last chance he will ever have to kiss Oliver and give him some kind of sign of everything he’s ever felt about him.

“When I refused again, he pulled my hand across the table, kissed it, and turned to leave.”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act V, Scene 7)

I have to reread these damn scenes for this and I am in pain. Six freaking years later and James is still holding onto Oliver, still in love, still begging him to let him take his place. I feel for him so much and I just want to hug him.

“And he said, ‘What are you thinking about?’ I said, ‘The same thing you’re thinking about.’ We didn’t even need to say your name.”

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act V, Epilogue)

He was thinking about Oliver while kissing Meredith. There is no doubt in my mind that the reason James kissed her (then and during Gwendolyn’s class) is the same reason Meredith gives Oliver during this scene: trying to understand him.

And, finally, undeniably:

“‘I knew then, I just pretended not to.’ ‘So did I. So did he.’“

- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act V, Epilogue)

Oliver “Oblivious-fur-seal” Marks finally admitting to himself as well as someone else that he knew the entire time that James was in love with him. If you had figured this out ten years ago, Oliver, none of this would have happened and you and James would be living in some cute apartment building with all of your friends being successful Shakespeare actors, but no. You thought you were in love with Meredith.

*Sigh* Men.

Anyway, if you read this entire rant, well done. Sorry for repeating things you already knew. If anyone has more moments I missed, please let me know cuz I’d love to highlight them in my book, but yeah. Have this stream of consciousness, I guess.

kiss him goodbye

pairing: fedyor/ivan word count: 500+ a/n: hi, i’m back, this time with a little drabble about fedyor and ivan saying goodbye right before fedyor goes to find nina and ivan goes with the darkling to find alina. also known as ‘foreshadowing: the drabble’ hope you enjoy!

Fedyor leaves the Darkling’s office with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Sure, they have been split up before, gone on separate missions countless times, but this feels different. There’s a Sun Summoner now, which makes the stakes feel like a billion times higher than they used to be. There’s always been danger, but this time it feels almost tangible.

He follows the faint sound of Ivan’s heartbeat straight to the garden, where he finds Ivan staring out into the forest surrounding the Little Palace.

“What did he say?” Ivan asks, when Fedyor is withing speaking distance. His back is still toward Fedyor, and he can see the tension in Ivan’s shoulder. His hands are clasped behind his back, his knuckles unnaturally white. He’s clearly very tense, and Fedyor is pretty sure what he has to say isn’t going to make it any better.

“I’m going to the west coast, and then north. Arkesk, if we can make it,” he says, as he comes to a halt next to Ivan. And then, even though he’s pretty sure the other man already knows, “He wants you to stay here. Special mission.”

Ivan hums. “We’re tracking the Sun Summoner. Darkling thinks she’s headed north, for some reason.” He pauses for a second, and then. “You’ll have to travel through the fold.” He doesn’t sound worried, but Fedyor can hear the uptick in his heart, can see the worry lines in the corners of his eyes.

“I’ll be fine,” Fedyor says, trying to sound assuring, trying to hide the fact he himself is still absolutely terrified of the fold. “It won’t be my first crossing.”

“The fold doesn’t become safer the more you pass through it,” Ivan says, tension in his voice. “I can’t help thinking about what would happen if-“

“Hey,” Fedyor says, interrupting him. He turns towards his husband, placing a hand on his cheek. “I’ll be fine. If anything, I’m comforted by the fact you don’t have to travel through the fold. You’ve always had a penchant for trouble, after all. The less time you spend in that damned place, the better.” Ivan frowns at him, and Fedyor can’t help but run his thumb over the creases by his eyes. “I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.”

“Still don’t like it,” Ivan grumbles, but the tension is his shoulders seems to have eased a little bit.

“Well, maybe try focusing on things you do like,” Fedyor says, eyes sparkling. “Like me.”

Ivan sends him a deadpan look, but leans closer anyway. “You are ridiculous.”

“And?” Fedyor asks, running his thumb over Ivan’s cheek.

Ivan grumbles a little and then says, “And I love you very much.”

Fedyor grins, delighted. “I love you too,” he says, and then leans in to kiss his husband.

As far as goodbye kisses go, it’s pretty spectacular. When Fedyor does finally pull away, Ivan’s heartrate is way up and there’s  a flush on his cheeks. “I’m going to miss you,” Fedyor says, earnestly.

Ivan nods, but that’s all Fedyor needs to know he’s going to miss him, too. “Stay safe.”

“Always,” he says, pressing one last kiss to Ivan’s lips.

He’s already halfway to the fold when he realizes he never told Ivan to stay safe back. Usually he always does, but it must’ve slipped his mind this time. He shrugs it off. Ivan’s only going on a trip north to retrieve the Sun Summoner. Really, what’s the worst that could happen?

The characters in attack on Titan are pretty diverse, you have:

Angry

Sword

Brain

Horse

Half

Potato

Bald

Strong

Tall

Nose

Gay

Cute

Small

Glasses

Eyebrows

Then you have like:

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Let’s not forget:

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

And of course:

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

They’re all dead

Help

Esteban's team radio after the race ☹

Coming here…gave me meaning again.

WHY ARE THEY LITERALLY MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS LMAOO

take my hand (take my whole life too)

pairing: ivan/fedyor word count: 500+ a/n: prompt taken from this prompt list, feel free to send me one! the prompt was: “If you tell me to calm down one more time, I’m going to very calmly feed you your own intestines.” and for some reason my brain immediately went WEDDING NERVES. i hope you enjoy!!

“You’re fine,” Zoya says, watching as Ivan paces the length of the small dressing room they’re currently holed up in.

Ivan glares at her, and resolutely continues pacing. “You don’t know that. What if I stumble? What if someone accidentally sets the cake on fire? What if he says no?”

Zoya rolls her eyes, and inspects her freshly manicured nails. “He’s not going to say no, he’s the one who proposed to you in the first place, you idiot.” Ivan opens his mouth to protest, but Zoya holds up one of her fingers. “And no, I’m pretty sure he has not changed his mind in the meantime. Just calm down, please.”

Ivan glares at her more intensely. “If you tell me to calm down one more time, I’m going to very calmly feed you your own intestines.”

“Fun,” Zoya deadpans, and hops off the dresser she had been sitting on. “But I’m serious Ivan. He loves the ever loving shit out of you, for some reason I will never be able to grasp. He’s not going to say no, you’re not going to stumble, and I’ll personally make sure no one is setting the cake on fire.”

“Who’s setting the cake on fire?” A voice from the doorway asks. Ivan knows who it is before he even turns around, smiling as he comes face to face with his soon to be husband.

“I thought it was bad luck to see the groom before the ceremony?” he asks, though he can’t help but smile softly in Fedyor’s directions.

Fedyor shrugs, a little bashful. “I could hear your heartbeat spiking. I was worried.”

“Ivan’s just being a bit of an idiot,” Zoya says. And then, sensing the need for privacy, she adds, “anyway, I have been tasked with making sure no one sets the damned cake on fire, so let me just… Deal with that or whatever.” And flounces out of the room.

“Is that why your heartbeat was all over the place? The cake? Because I just walked past it and it looks amazing,” Fedyor says, stepping closer to his fiancé.

Ivan shakes it head. “No, I was just. Worried, I guess. Scared something was going to go wrong today.”

Fedyor smiles softly. “Honestly, Ivan, even if everything went wrong, and Volcra attacked this place right now, I wouldn’t even care. All I care about is you, and the fact that you are about to be my husband. The rest is all background noise.”

Ivan reaches forward and lightly touches Fedyor’s cheek. He can hear Fedyor’s heart beating steadily in his chest, and he doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more beautiful sound. “You always know exactly the right thing to say.”

Fedyor shrugs, “I try.” He leans forward then, softly touching his lips to Ivan. It’s barely a kiss, but it’s a clear promise for more, later. “Now, are you ready to knock everyone off their socks with how ridiculously good looking you are?”

Ivan laughs. “I think that’s your job, actually.”

Fedyor grins at him, slips his hand into Ivan’s, and gently drags him towards the door. Towards their waiting guests, towards food and drinks and laughter, towards their future.

–

(No one ends up setting the cake on fire. One of the Inferni does end up drunkenly setting one of the flower arrangements on fire towards the end of the night, but at that point Ivan is too drunk on champagne and happiness and Fedyor to really care about it much.)