Okay I’m Writing A Mcu/xmcu Crossover Dadneto Fic. Next Chapter Will Be Up Before The End Of The Day.

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.)

“’…In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.’ For a moment, I forgot which line of mine followed. We stared at each other, and the crowd faded around us into indistinct shadow and set dressing. With a jolt I remembered my words, but not quite the right ones. ‘Be ruled by me,’ I said, a few lines too soon. 'Forget to think of her.’”

— If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (ACT III, Scene 18)

Oc Asks Game

So I decided to make this because I want to get to know my OCs better and all of yours as well. Here is a short collection of asks but here is the rule: Reblog from somebody and you have to send them an ask, its only polite after all.

What is your character's reaction to a minor inconvenience? Such as getting their jumper caught on a door handle?

Tea, coffee, hot chocolate or other?

What does their safe space look like?

What do they consider to be an unforgivable action? Why?

Do they have any nicknames or pet names or other aliases?

What kind of books comfort them? What books help them heal after a hard day?

Are they a naturally assertive person or are they painfully shy?

Do they consider themselves a friendly person or aloof?

What is your character's trigger point? What makes them angry, sad or makes them go off?

What kind of jokes make them laugh?

Do they enjoy pranks or do they hate them? Are they likely to fall for a prank?

Are they an overall healthy person? Do they make for a good patient or a terror?

Describe your character's typical wardrobe for the regular day.

Are they a simple person to please or difficult?

What is the first thing people notice about them?

What do they look for in a friend? A love interest?

Who are they soft for? Do they find being soft easy or difficult?

Describe your character through a Brooklyn 99 gif or line.

What does your character consider to be their lowest point?

Does your character have a comfort item?

What would be one item that they would hate to lose most?

What are their eating habits like? Do they snack throughout the day? Or do they eat sparsely?

What is your character's favourite food and who cooks it best?

What are your character's special skills?

What are somethings they find difficult to do? Or say?

Are they an animal person? Do they have pets?

What are their opinions on children? Do they view children as sweet angels or evil crotch goblins?

If your character was in today's world, what social media platforms would they avoid? Or be prominent on?

Are they an organised person? Or more laissez-faire?

Do they dwell better in chaotic situations or more linear situations?

Your character has been invited to a masquerade ball. What mask do they wear?

Your character is having a prom night/debs. What kind of outfit do they wear?

How do they act around people they don't know? Are they shy around strangers or dismissive of them?

Can your character drive? If so, what kind of driver are they? If not what's their preferred manner of transport?

What attracts your character to another person? What kind of person do they do for?

Tell us something about your OC that doesn't make it onto the page?

Your character has been kidnapped. Who has kidnapped them and how do they escape?

How does your character unwind after a long day?

What's your character's guilty pleasure?

Your character's friend has just been mugged. What's their reaction?

Your character has been punched into the face. What's their reaction?

Does your character celebrate their birthday? If not, why?

What is the DND alignment?

Hogwarts House?

Star Sign?

Does your character believe in anything? Religion? Superstition?

What is your character's reaction when someone does something nice for them?

Is your character easy to make cry? Or angry? Or annoyed?

What is your character's biggest fear? Most irrational?

How does your sleep at night? Are they a heavy or light sleeper? Do they dream or have nightmares? Do they find it easy to sleep or are they more a night owl?

“My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself...”

Okay. Entertain me for a second.

James Farrow is a man who believes he deserves to rot forever for what he’s done. He thinks all he’s allowed to do with his life is suffer because of how many lives he’s ruined throughout his last year at Dellecher. 

So, when he (in theory) fakes his death and inevitably chooses a new name to go by, what would be the most painful?

Oliver? Sure. A few fanfics have entertained that thought and I do love that concept of he can never escape what he did to Oliver.

However, picture this:

James Farrow, going about his normal day in a whole other city, state, or even country, leaving his best friends to all believe he’s dead. He’s left his home for the first time in weeks because maybe he needs to get groceries, there’s a play showing nearby, whatever reason it may be, when all of a sudden he hears someone call his name…

“Richard!”

No matter what he decides to do in the four years he’s “dead”, Richard is always there. He hears his name every day, unable to escape, unable to forget. Being stuck in a constant cycle of grief, guilt, and agony. Giving Richard exactly what he wants: seeing James in pain.

Tell me he wouldn’t do it. Tell me he wouldn’t go by Richard’s name just to punish himself even more 6-10 years after the murder. Tell me he wouldn’t think of Richard Stirling every single time he hears that name, feeling Richard’s presence, hearing his taunting on that day.

Tell me he wouldn’t choose the one name that would undoubtedly torment him for as long as he owns it.

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!

If only I could have done the whole song

sewis and a few of my favorite moments of their shared career

1. “don’t let off, i need you fighting with me next year.” “i promise.” 2. “what was the turning point in your relationship with lewis? “maybe baku 2017.” 3. “he drove a nice race, put me under a lot of pressure and i really enjoyed that. we share great respect amongst each other.” 4. “we’re witnessing you making history.” 5. “lewis is the greatest of our era.” 

If We Were Villains - M. L. Rio

★ ★ ★ ★ ★/5

Man, I forgot what a good story this is. The setting, magnificent, the pacing, amazing, the characters, deeply troubled but I love them. This book follows 7 theater majors (yes, I know, yikes) in their senior year at this highly exclusive arts school somewhere in northeastern united states. These 7 have been through thick and thin and are as close as siblings- if siblings murdered each other. The story starts off with Oliver getting out of prison after being locked up for 10 years. He was convicted of Richard's murder, his fellow classmate, but that's not all true. The author weaves such a story with these characters it's amazing. They are actors specialized in Shakespeare, so much so they don't really know who they are. This book is very queer coded between Oliver and James (who we later find out is the actual murderer) and their relationship is so dysfunctional it's easy to see why Oliver took the blame. This book is so dramatic it parallels the famous plays it mentions. I truly enjoy this book every time I reread it and definitely consider it one of my favorites.

Jaskier gave in to the puppy eyes