Magneto and Quicksilver
full video of esteban congratulating fernando<3
AU: your camera roll but you’re married to Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw (headcanons)
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
the facts that there's still not a reunion fic on isildur and elendil is making me mad af
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?
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.
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.
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(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.)
WHY ARE THEY LITERALLY MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS LMAOO
My favourite dynamic 🥰
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