#raivan

[windowl]

Happy pride to these disasters

[vanjavolkov]

💯 What is my muse’s ideal date?

“Never thought I’d see you again…let alone ask something like this.” Vanja shrugged. “The ‘ideal date’ is waking up next to my better half, admiring everything about him, and going about the day from there, no matter how it turns out. Every day is a ‘date,’ a honeymoon even, when I’m with him.”

[windowl]

No hard feelings, right?

[vanjavolkov]

Invitations would go out to a number of friends and family. Each was carefully sealed with gilded wax, a honeycomb with a blossom centered within.

The OOC

Date: May 19th

Time: 5:00 PST | 8:00 EST

Where: The Shiverpeaks (exact locale pending)

Invitation credit: @lemieuxpaper​

There will be a reception for those who decide to hang out afterward. Menu to follow later.

[vanjavolkov]

As One

Vanja toyed with the golden ring upon his finger. It’s matching partner wasn’t far, adorning Leon’s--Raiden’s--hand that was resting on his chest. As he laid there with him, Vanja ruminated on the events of the past year. From the happier moments, to those of near-death, he could barely fathom how they’d reached this point. None of this bothered him anymore. He knew better and had been in a euphoric state since the day they said, ‘I do.’ Not even events at the Ministry put a damper on him. He closed his eyes, shifting closer to nuzzle in against Leon, sighing contentedly as he mulled over baby names, something he never knew he wanted until he met the man. They would have one, two, even three! Children could say were their own, with no donor involved. He was confident in the abilities of the good Doctor. Vanja fell asleep with a smile curling the corners of his lips.

( @raidentarquinus )

[vanjavolkov]

The days had begun to blur together. The anticipation driving him crazy.

Any day... Any time now...

He’d been asleep when there was stirring within the special chamber. Now he sat amid the countless cushions around them, cradling the newborn in his arms.

All of it was surreal... This had to be a dream. Or a nightmare about to unfold if someone really wanted to fuck with him.

The infant remained sleeping even as Sophie, Tatsuya and Riki came. Sophie chewed on her thumb, clearly afraid of what would come out of her in three months. “A little brother and uh...” she tapped her swelling belly, “his whoever’s! I know, niece and nephew, but I’m waiting until they’re here to find out which...” Sophie went quiet and practiced holding her little brother instead, handing him off to Tatsuya and Riki as well, insuring they practice too. It wasn’t too long before they exited, leaving the three alone. Sophie clung to Tatsuya, her cheek smashed against his arm.

Vanja watched them go before he said, “I need to write to Melanie. To congratulate her and thank her for our tiny Wintersday gift.” He smiled, having failed to notice the stream of tears that streaked his cheeks. “He has your eyes... your hair even. Maybe that will change?” he said with a soft chuckle that followed.

Vanja cuddled up close with Leon—Raiden—with their swaddled babe. He knew then nothing else mattered. Only the family they had become did.

“He’s perfect... our little Andrei.” Vanja couldn’t stop smiling.

Andrei Melandros Volkov, born on the 81st day of the Colossus.

( @raidentarquinus @melanievalen )

[vanjavolkov]

TAEMIN 태민 'WANT' MV ( @raidentarquinus Can’t stop WON’T STOP. )

[vanjavolkov]

I can feel you. I know you’re still alive. I won’t rest until you’re back in my arms. I’ll rip them to shreds. I’ll tear her heart out and shove it down her throat. I’ll burn it all to the ground for you. My love. My light. My universe... I’m coming.