2020 Has Been Like:

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?

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Can you believe they didn’t use this take?? The way Fedyor eats it too, Ivan smiling even more here , the lack of space between the two and actually grabbing each other???!!! They’re literally in their own little world 😭

Anyway bless them and their actors for literally carrying this ship

we can only sext if we roleplay as key figures from the cold war 

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(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”

(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”

ToA but Every. Single. Villain. is Apollo's ex

Saracen’s Suicide Part 2

This is part two of a (Saracen Rue X Dexter Vex) fic

If you haven’t read part one PLEASE check it out🙏

Saracen had fallen asleep in Dexter’s arms, but he woke up alone. Blankets were draped across his body. He realized Dexter was gone immediately. He sat up quickly, but when he tried to slip off the couch, he stumbled and fell on his ass. The blankets dragged down with him. Dexter heard the noise and rushed in. When he saw Saracen sitting dumbly on the ground, he raised his eyebrows, “What are you doing?”

“I fell,” Saracen responded.

“Yes. I can tell,” Dexter said and turned his back again. “I’m making breakfast,” he added. Saracen sat up to follow him. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was. He barely ate anything yesterday.

“What are you making?” Saracen asked.

“Pancakes,” Dexter responded.

“Blueberry pancakes,” Saracen asked hopefully.

“Fine,” Dexter said. Then his expression turned more serious, “Listen, we should talk about last night.” Saracen shook his head, “Do we have to?”

“Yes,” Dexter frowned, “You need help.”

“I have you.”

“Am I enough?” Dexter asked.

Saracen looked at him incredulously, “Of course you’re enough.”

“You never came to talk to me. Last night, you would have killed yourself if I didn’t walk in.”

“But you did walk in.”

Dexter frowned, “That’s not the point. I'm scared, Sar. I'm scared you’re going to hurt yourself. I’m scared I won’t be there when I need to be.”

Saracen looked away, “I can deal with it myself now. Last night won’t happen again.”

Dexter eyed him suspiciously, “You know I don’t believe that.”

“Can we talk about this later?” Saracen asked. Dexter nodded, “Later today.”

“Thank you,” Saracen pulled a chair out from the table and sat down. Awkward silence followed briefly.

“Did you mean it when you told me when you said you wanted to kiss me?” Saracen questioned.

“I meant it. I’m in love with you,” Dexter grinned. Saracen formed a relieved smile, “Can we just pretend nothing happened last night. Except for what you said. Just for a little bit?”

Dexter walked over. “Just for a little bit,” he repeated. He leaned over to Saracen and kissed him. One hand cupped his cheek, and the other ran through his hair. Dexter kissed Saracen gently. He had to pay attention to the pancakes first, but he told himself, right after pancakes, he was going to give Saracen all of his attention.

He pulled away and rushed to put the pancakes on plates. “Give me the bigger one,” Saracen added. Dexter turned back to him with the plates in his hand. Saracen’s cheek was cupped in his hand, and his finger subconsciously moved in a circular motion.

“Here,” he placed the smaller blueberry pancakes in front of him.

“You think I won’t notice?” he smiled, “Switch.”

“No.”

“No?’ Saracen made a mock-gasp, and reached for the plate of pancakes.

“No! This is mine!” Dexter yanked the plate away, “Back off!”

“This isn’t fair!” Saracen reached farther across the table. Dexter leaned farther back in his chair.

“I made the pancakes, so-” Dexter’s chair tipped back too far, and he fell backwards.

“Dex?” Saracen leaped out of his chair. Instead of asking if Dexter was okay, he laughed. Saracen kneeled to snatch the pancakes, but Dexter pulled him all the way down. “I won’t let you!” Saracen tried to get back up, but Dexter pulled Saracen’s leg across his own and bridged, so that he was on top of Saracen. Saracen started to reach up for control of Dexter’s neck, but Dexter grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the floor. He reached his face down and pressed his lips against Saracen’s.

They never acted like this together. They were never this intimate, but even when they were, it was never out of attraction for one another. Seeing Dexter act this way sent butterflies into Saracen’s stomach. He became aware of how close they were to each other. He was attentive of how much bigger and taller Dexter was. He never minded that before, but now it made him feel helpless. His face became red. Dexter smiled in amusement, and pressed his entire body onto Saracen. Saracen gasped at the pressure, which, mixed with Dexter’s lips against his, made him breathless.

Saracen’s hands were still pinned against the floor, but one of Dexter’s hands now held Saracen’s thigh, pulling it up until Dexter could slide his knees beneath, and enable him to move forward. Saracen wrapped his legs around Dexter. Dexter pulled his hands under Saracen’s shirt, pulling it above Saracen’s chest. Dexter brought his lips down to Saracen’s chest.

“I’ve been waiting to do this forever,” Dexter whispered.

julie and the phantoms + text posts [part 14/?] – alex x willie

alec & magnus in city of glass :,)