My Love. Just A Small Fic Of Fedyor And Ivan, My Beloved Heartrender Husbands.

Magneto and Quicksilver

WHY ARE THEY LITERALLY MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS LMAOO

If We Were Villains Fifth Edition Spoilers!

Totally forgot to post about this when I got it but OH MY GODDDDDD!! I LOVE ITTTTTT!

Also, look at James. Look at this man. I can’t even. I’m in love.

Esteban's team radio after the race ☹

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.

Can we talk about Wren?

Okay, so this question has been plaguing me ever since I finished If We Were Villains and I want to know if anyone else has any opinions.

How much does Wren really know about what happened that night?

We obviously know the basic facts about the night of Richard’s death, but I want to focus in on when James, Filippa, and Wren are all huddled up in Wren’s room, trying to comfort her.

This heart of absolute gold literally begs James to go out into the woods to find Richard so he doesn’t do something stupid. Now, from Wren’s perspective, we see James leave the room with the intention of finding Richard. He’s gone for maybe an hour or two, long enough for Pip to get worried and go out to look for him, so now Wren is alone in her room. She knows James (and now Filippa) are both in the woods, looking for Richard.

A few (probably) hours pass when suddenly, I’m assuming, Filippa comes into Wren’s room to tell her something bad has just happened and she needs to get to the lake asap. I’m assuming Pip is the one who tells her because by the time Oliver and Meredith get down there, everyone else is standing around and Pip was the one who summoned those two.

So, in Wren’s mind, the course of actions were: James leaves to find Richard, Filippa leaves to find James (and Richard), time passes, Filippa retrieves Wren from her room, and they all find Richard dead dying in the lake.

Now, when they all agree to let Richard die, they start discussing their separate stories. Where they were at the time of the murder. And Wren makes the statement:

“They’re going to want to know why one of us didn’t go after him.”

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

…What’s that supposed to mean, Wren? Weren’t you the one who begged James to go find Richard? And didn’t he leave with the sole intention of doing that? What do you mean no one went to go look for him when you know full well that James did?

My theory: Wren knew the whole time. Maybe not everything, but she’s not stupid. It’s too much of a coincidence. And I don’t know what story James and Filippa would have told her to make her think they were innocent, so I’m thinking Wren, like Pip, wanted to protect James.

“She didn’t speak, didn’t even open her mouth–just nodded, slowly. Yes.”

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

I don’t think she knew the full story, but there is no way she didn’t think James and/or Filippa were hiding more than they were letting on.

This also might be part of the reason why Richard’s death was having such an effect on her. Obviously, losing a family member would be hard on anyone, but the fact that only Wren and James were diagnosed with PTSD and went through the most changes after the death seems very telling.

Not to mention Walton’s later suspicions about Wren:

“My money’s on the cousin,”

-  If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio (Act III, Scene 11)

Which, like, come on, man. She’s been through enough!

So, if she knew, to some degree, who was really guilty, I’m curious about her reaction to Oliver getting arrested.

“Alexander’s face was so full of sadness that there was no room left for surprise. In Filippa’s expression there was only a desperate kind of confusion. In Wren’s, emptiness. In Meredith’s, something violent I couldn’t find a word to describe. And on James’s face, despair.”

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

I think the fact that Wren never came to visit Oliver is telling, at least. Was she too guilty, like James, for letting Oliver take the fall? Did she think the whole time James was covering for Oliver? What does she really think happened that night and when does she confront James about it?

She has to have found out the actual truth at some point because, come on, who really wants to hide something like that from the victims family forever?

I just want to know how much she knew and for how long because I think seeing this story from Wren’s POV would be so interesting. At least these scenes.

AU: your camera roll but you’re married to Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw (headcanons)

Ivan x Fedyor

(for Leslie & Jordy - Captains of the Fivan ship)

“Are you sure you’re not injured anywhere else?” Ivan presses, his eyes scanning Fedyor’s body as if he can sense a hidden injury.

Fedyor rolls his eyes but does wince when he strains his wound. He presses the bruise on his side where the bullet struck his Kefta, thanking the Saints once again that the Fabrikator’s made them bulletproof. Damn Fjerdans. “Stop fussing. You’d know if I had worse than this.” He reminds the Heartrender next to him.

“I thought... for a second there I thought that you’d... well it didn’t look good.” Ivan manages to mutter, looking down at his hands and brushing away a piece of invisible lint on his sleeve.

Fedyor allows his expression to soften. “Hey...” He says softly. “Look at me.” He grips Ivan’s chin between his finger and his thumb forcing the other man to meet his eyes. “I’m okay, Ivan.” Fedyor tells him with a nod of reassurance.

Ivan meets his gaze and finally nods along with him, seeming to accept that the younger man in front of him truly is okay. Unable to tear his face from the brown eyes in front of him, Ivan allows himself to inch closer a millimetre, the world outside their tent disappearing. “I don’t know what I would do if... if something happened to you, Solnishko.” He stroked a thumb over Fedyor’s cheek.

Fedyor flushes slightly at the nickname but moves to cup Ivan’s face with his hand fully. “You’ll have to stop calling me that when the Sun Summoner is around.” He teases as an attempt to lighten the mood.

Ivan just shakes his head stubbornly. “No.” He states. “You were my little sunshine first. You will be my little sunshine last.”

The younger man smiles softly, his eyes glimmering with unspent tears. Fedyor does the only thing he can think of - he leans forward and presses his lips against Ivan’s softly, caressing his cheek with his hand and pouring his devotion into his partners waiting mouth. “Big softie.” He whispers when they part, for heads pressed together.

“Only for you, Solnishko.” Ivan responds, before raising both hands and pulling Fedyor back to his lips, fully immersing himself in his partners heartbeat.

The pair fall asleep in each other’s arms, the gentle lull of their heartbeats offering a soft melody to distract from the chaos that the Sun Summoner had brought into their world. Tomorrow, they’d be fighters again; officers in the Second Army and protectors of the Sun Saint. But for tonight, they would allow themselves to be nothing but in love with the other; two Heartrenders whose hearts beat only for each other.

Jaskier gave in to the puppy eyes

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?