Good For Them

reblog Mulder’s drawing of bigfoot titties or be cursed for 12 years and 12 nights

↳ family trees + House of York, Tudor & Stuart (15th - 17th century)

Angst prompt: two characters are about to kiss, but pulls away last second when one character says ‘’this isn’t right.’’ and the other replies with ‘’you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.’’ 

Tried my hand writing some druskëlle!Ivan for this! Gotta be one of my favourite AUs.

Read under the cut!

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Ivan Solberg had known, when he became a druskëlle, that his life would no longer be his. His life had been devoted to Djel's sacred cause, and would, at any moment be forfeit in their righteous battle against the drusje. Those devils that plagued the world, cowering behind their Black General in wretched Ravka.

He couldn't have known, back then, that he would fall for one of the witches he had sworn to eradicate.

The witch in question was already waiting for him in the snowy clearing when he got there. Ivan paused for a moment to take in the view; snowflakes powdering his dark hair, his cheeks flushed as he huddled against the cold. Not for the first time, he wondered whether he had been bewitchened by this man. But no... No, he thought he'd know, if that had been the case. Those feelings were his own; he both resented them and held them close.

Ivan stepped out from behins the tree, clearing his throat.

"Drusje." He said, and watched with satisfaction when the other man's head snapped up. Immediately, a smile graced the Grisha's flushed face, and Ivan felt his heart melt just a little.

Just Heartrender tricks.

But he knew that wasn't it.

"Vanya!" The Grisha trilled, stumbling up to him through the knee-deep snow. Ivan felt his heart speed up at the Ravkan diminutive. He watched, feigning indifference, as the other man finally reached him.

"You're here early, Fedjer." Ivan pointed out. The Grisha laughed.

"Fedyor." He corrected, not for the first time, stretching the last syllabe. "But it sounds adorable when you say it like that."

Ivan huffed and looked away, refusing to acknowledge the warmth he felt spreading low in his belly.

"Ravkan names." He said in disgust. "They're strange."

"Well, yours is Ravkan too, you know. Really, I've never asked you about that." Fedyor pointed out. Ivan frowned at him.

"My mother... She was Ravkan. My father is Fjerdan."

He didn't mention his father had kicked his mother out when he'd learned the secret of her origin. He didn't mention he had always treated Ivan like a half-breed. Fedyor didn't need to know.

Yet he was a Heartrender, so Ivan supposed he could tell he was hiding something but the beat of his heart. Even if he did, though, Fedyor didn't mention it. He just shrugged.

"See? We have more in common than you think." He said easily. Ivan was torn between wanting to kiss him and wanting to punch this easygoing grin off his stupid, handsome face.

He settled for crossing his arms in front of his chest instead. "Do not get too confident, drusje. I haven't killed you yet, but what makes you think I will not summon my brothers in arms the next time we meet?"

Fedyor pursed his lips thoughtfully, and for a moment Ivan thought he'd take a cautious step away, or attempt to stop his heart. But in the end, he just let out a little laugh; his breath steaming in bursts in front of him like puffy white flowers.

"I suppose I trust you." He said with a wink that made Ivan weak at the knees.

"A grave mistake." Damn you, witch. What spell have you put on me?

"I do not think so." Fedyor said, softer this time. He took another step closer; their chests were almost touching, and his face was so close to Ivan's that the latter could count the pale freckles on his cheeks.

"I do not think you would hurt me, Vanya." The words were whispered as if in prayer. Fedyor's hand came up, cupping Ivan's unshaved face gently. Ivan's heart almost stopped.

His eyes moved down to gaze at Fedyor's lips against his will. Djel help him, he wantes to kiss that stupid grin right off Fedyor's face. He wanted to hold him, run his hands through his dark hair, hear him moan his name-

Damn it. Ivan took a step back, leaning his face away from Fedyor's warm touch.

"This isn't right." He said between gritted teeth. Fedyor's shoulders slumped a little, but he didn't give up

"You wouldn't be here if it weren't." He said softly. "You wouldn't be here if you didn't want this as much as I do..."

That soft, lustful lilt in his voice...

"Fedjer-"

"Fedyor."

The Grisha's gloved hand found his way on his face again, and this time Ivan didn't find it in him to pull away. He let Fedyor lean in until their lips were touching, until he could feel the other man exhaling softly into his mouth. All his reservations melted away in a heartbeat; he grabbed a fistful of Fedyor's hair and smashed their lips together in a hungry, fiery kiss. He tasted sugar and kvas in the Grisha's mouth as he slipped his tongue between his lips, deepening their kiss. Fedyor let out a deep, needy moan that sent fire coursing through Ivan's veins. He dragged Fedyor down, and they crumpled into the snow together without a care for the cold. All that mattered was the feel of each other.

This wouldn't end well. Either Fedyor would betray him and drag him to the Little Palace to be executed, or he would have to take Fedyor to Fjerda for a trial and, most likely, his death. The fragile balance between them would eventually shatter; they would never truly belong to each other. They would never have peace.

But for now, that didn't matter. Damn duty, damn everything. Let his soul burn, if it only meant it would be this drusje's fire that would consume it.

another gem from the fivan server

Fedyor is the proud founder and president of the Ivan Fanclub. His infamous recruiting methods have ensured a large amount of new members in the past years. Every young grisha knows you don’t mess with an angry Fedyor.

Because my last post about this didn't get much traction, I'll say it in a text post.

There is an upcoming global strike for Palestine. February 18th to the 25th. Talk about Palestine and other injustices, call your representatives and email them, boycott companies and limit spending during the week. Get your grocery shopping in now and only buy essentials during the week, please. Limit interaction on posts other than injustices around the world. If you can, skip work or school, though this is a privilege not everyone has.

Edit: It is 18th-25th not 18th-24th!! If you've already reblogged this, please reblog this version instead, edits don't show on past reblogs

After the kitty reunion on monday, I just want to remind everyone of this unidentified snippet:

Bonus:

you reblogging this just reminded me but — everyone talks about how Ivan has his hand on Fedyor’s knee when he asks him if he’s alright during the carriage attack scene, but there’s not enough spotlight on the fact that Fedyor briefly grabs Ivan’s hand too (to reassure Ivan? Comfort himself? Maybe both?)

anyways just a PSA i’d like to scream into the void

Look. There is NOTHING about that scene that is not totally hilarious and/or delightful from a Fivan perspective. It's all solid gold.

Ivan grumpily ordering Alina to stay put and Fedyor pausing to be like "I promise you that my boo means well, he just has the worst people skills in the history of time?" Gold.

The synchronized husband heartrending? Gold.

Ivan absolutely flipping his shit/having his life flash before his eyes when Fedyor gets hit, rushing out into heavy gunfire to get to him, sliding up as close as possible to ask if he is all right, and grabbing his husband's barely wounded knee with both hands? Gold.

Ivan demanding of the nearest Heartrender to do a very, very basic job of counting the number of enemy heartbeats? Because I guess he can't do that while clinging to Fedyor? Gold.

Ivan yelling, "GET BACK TO THE CARRIAGE AND PROTECT THE GIRL" like it's only NOW occurred to him that that's what he was supposed to be doing the whole fucking time, while he himself is in fact doing dum dum diddlysquat, and of course he's not going anywhere because Fedyor has an owie? GOLD.

Kirigan charging in there like SAINTS I GUESS I HAVE TO DO THIS MYSELF, THANKS FOR ABSOLUTELY NOTHING YOU USELESS ASS GAY HENCHMAN? GOLD.

Because truly, how UTTERLY USELESS Ivan, the most feared Heartrender in the entire Second Army, becomes in that entire scene from the moment Fedyor is hit? GOLD, I SAY, GOLD.

(And yes Fedyor does reach out and grab Ivan's hand for a second there, ack.)

Anyway. They're idiots. I love them.

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Alex Claremont-Diaz being a 5-year-old: a saga

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Sometimes you gotta be blunt.

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