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[angelaiswriting]

It’s Christmas time!

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I’m always late at starting this kind of things (and late at starting anything in general tbh haha), but I still thought, why not?

The general idea of this event-thing is the usual ‘you request and I write’ kind of thing (obv, I’m a writeblr haha), but not with proper long fics. This is because I hate most Christmas movies that are streamed on TV (is this just a problem in Italy or what?) and I’m left irked for the whole season: the girl is always way too perfect, the guy she’s with is always a cunt and so she always ends up with someone else. I’m not saying this cannot happen in real life, but come on. These kind of movies kind of take the good out of Christmas time for me. (Like, where did movies like that about Blizzard the reindeer (or even that Italian one with Gerry Scotti) go ?? Bring my childhoob back!)

At the end of this post you’ll find useful mobile-friendly links to my masterlist, the rules + fandoms and my inbox. Basically, the procedure is the same as when you request normal stuff, so easy peasy.

SO – cutting all this useless intro short – my idea revolved around:

preferences (kind of like those smut ones, but obv about Christmas. You can literally chose the topic, any prompt will do since I’m terrible at coming up with prompt lists)

mini drabbles (I’ll have to sweat through this because I’m not good at really short stuff but I want to improve haha)

moodboards/aesthetics ? I had a super prolific time last Summer doing this stuff, so why not?

headcanons

Instagram-style posts (you can ask for a single post and/or the IG profile of the person, example here at the end of the fic. I can either do mobile IG and desktop IG, example here, so make sure to add this detail. Give me a few details on the kind of pics you wanna see, otherwise I’ll choose what I like)

IG stuff will generally be set in modern times for obvious reasons.

probably other things that can be short and that I can’t think of right now

As always, any rating is welcome, even if it’s Christmas and it’s gonna be more fluff than smut or angst. AUs are welcome, most of all with IG stuff.

In the mean time you can still request normal, non-Christmas-y stuff, but this Christmas thingy will have the priority. It’s also going to be an excuse to get back to writing after my post-graduation break and the kinda rough period we’re having at home, so request all you want, you’ll make me super happy. Even the smallest prompts will be welcome.

Things in Italian are welcome, too | se volete che scriva qualcosa per voi in italiano (non so se ho follower italiani o no haha), chiedete pure :) perché sto avendo dubbi su come si scrive nella mia stessa lingua?

I’ll be waiting for your input 💛 below the cut I’ll tag the people on my taglists: feel free to ignore if you’re not interested or to spread the word if you want to!

USEFUL LINKS: masterlist | general request rules + fandoms | INBOX | Christmas Special Masterlist

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[theranskahovs]

Okie! could I request a Piotr x reader where the reader is fat (I’m like 317lbs but I’m surprisingly strong and athletic. you don’t see too many fics of those) a badass but she gets kidnaped (either to get back at him or they need money, etc) and they basically live stream her torture but she isn't going down without a fight and they reunite. I just need some slight angst but mostly fluffy, worried and protective Piotr❤️ 😭 Thanks, Wolfling 🐺❄️

[theranskahovs]

DD Season One AU Question: If the Kingpin had found out that Matt Murdock's secret identity after removing his black mask, what would his reactions be?

[theranskahovs]

Hey! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn or anymore, (and if you aren’t just ignore me plz) but I just had this idea for Sergei and I HAD to share it with someone. So what if Sergei had a teenage daughter, like she was a junior in high school or something, and she was this picture-perfect straight A student who plays varsity volleyball or whatever and Sergei is just her big, intimidating father who has no idea what he’s doing, but still goes to her games/tries to be a good dad.

[theranskahovs]

Do you have headcanons about the guys with a plus size gf? :)

[theranskahovs]

How would Vlad’s S/O find out about his “real job?” I’ve been thinking about this for a million years. I love your work btw!!!! You’re an extraordinary writer! ❤️

[theranskahovs]

Ok ok do you think the Russians would like hot tub sex?

[theranskahovs]

Preferences for the Russians (or whoever you choose) when their s/o just tells them they deserve better cause they feel like they aren’t good enough for the Russians (like with their looks and maybe their weight) hopefully that makes sense lol

[theranskahovs]

Yayy!! Can I request something like a jealous vlad ? I just want some angst and fluff for vlad. Pretty please ?

[theranskahovs]

I legit cannot stop thinking about a follow-up to the Sergei/Piotr threesome fic. I keep imagining them building up this relationship that’s weird but it works, and then Sergei and Piotr slowly becoming more comfortable with each other

[theranskahovs]

I needed to share. Imagine angry Vlad though??? Imagine the ANGST. Imagine confessing to Vlad that he was chosen as the Target because it was assumed he’d be the easiest because of his time in Utkin, and if anyone showed him kindness for long enough he’d crack.

[theranskahovs]

If you’re talk requests and if you do smut, could you possibly do a shower smut with Vlad after a long day? (I somehow managed to summit like, half of this request and couldn’t do anything)

[theranskahovs]

Okay okay okay so i know you are only writing for the flash and not the Ranskahovs now (insert infinite frowny faces here) BUT imagine “accidentally” meeting Vladimir as part of an FBI sting (you’re going undercover to take down the Russians) but you actually end up falling in love with Vlad and can’t take him down as part of the FBI so you confess to him, and help him and the Russians escape from the FBI, but Vlad is super pissed at you and idk where this was going but it was an idea I had and

[theranskahovs]

I have a request! Can you write the reader going to a strip club with the gang and it's ladies' night and the reader gets attention from a dancer and the Ranskahov brothers aren't happy about it?

I want to clear out my inbox just because so um deal w the spam 🤗 Maybe these requests will give some writers inspo? Also maybe you guys are curious as to what requests I used to get so here ya go

[theranskahovs]

The Tsar *Vladimir x Reader x Anatoly* AU

• It’s the mid 1910′s. Russia is facing a series of revolutions, and the tsarist autocracy is starting to crumble to pieces. Alexander III will soon unexpectedly die, leaving his sons Vladimir and Anatoly as heirs to the throne. Arrangements have been made for Vladimir to marry a wealthy family friend before his coronation, but she’s already involved with Anatoly. 

A/N: i’m a history nerd i’m gonna have so much fun with this. of course i’m changing dates and details don’t beat me up. btw vladimir is taking the place of nicholas II, anatoly is george

1916, Saint Petersburg

“Miss? A note for you,” your handmaid, Anastasia, says with a knock to your partially open bedroom door. She hands it to you, and you place it onto your dresser, indifferent. “It’s from Anatoly,” she says with a knowing smile before she leaves.

As soon as her footsteps are heard going down the stairs, you reach for it almost too quickly. Excitedly, you tear open the envelope with the Romanov wax seal on it. 

My dearest (Y/N),

Would you do me the honor of having tea with me this afternoon? The roses are blooming in the gardens again, I thought you’d like to see them.

Yours, Anatoly

The smile that spreads across your face is hard to contain. You blush at the part about the roses, it’s your code for a more romantic meeting. The gardener’s shed is deserted at this time of the winter season, and it’s a perfect place away from prying eyes.

You place the note at the bottom of your underwear drawer, hoping no one sees it. You call Anastasia back into your room, and she begins to pin your hair up. 

When you arrive at the Winter Palace, you’re greeted by a lot of people, but not the one you want to see most. You know there’s a level of secrecy to be had between you and Toly, but this is outrageous. 

A maid leads you to the sitting room, and finally you see him. He stands instantly, making his way over to you. “I’m glad you came,” he says as he presses a kiss to your knuckles. 

“So am I,” you say quietly. 

“I’m sure you want to see the gardens?” he asks, holding his arm out to you. 

“I’d be delighted.” Even though nothing’s really in bloom, the palace has many fountains that are on all year. 

I started writing this near the start of my blog. Clearly I’m never able to finish anything and since I won’t be completing it I figured why not share the beginnings of smtg cool w you guys? If there’s any active writers out there that like this idea then take it PLS

[angelaiswriting]

Bad Day | Sergei x reader

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✎ Pairing: Sergei (Yurchenko) x reader

✎ Requested by @12monkees : could you please please do a sergei fic of him comforting reader after a bad day? 

✎ A/N: sorry it took me so long, but I’ve finally finished my dissertation! I was so excited to be back that (1) it came out short and (2) I couldn’t wait to post it, I’m sorry haha hope you still enjoy!

✎ Warnings: talk of murder I guess haha (is this even a warning when it comes to these guys?)

Word-count: 1,290

Sergei knew it was one of those bad days again as soon as he stepped inside.

The apartment was eerily silent, but he knew Y/N was home. Her shoes were in their spot on the shoe rack next to the door and her purse hung on the coat hanger. Yet, the TV was off and the kitchen was empty.

As he locked the door, he hoped it wasn’t about the baby again. And it wasn’t because he hated it when his wife was upset, but because she stressed herself too much over it. He was sure that when the right time came, the pregnancy tests would finally give them a positive. Until then, he was as happy as ever.

“Малышка?” he called as he hung his coat. It had been a long day at work, with Vladimir throwing another one of his tantrums, and his shoulders hurt. He was in a desperate need of a massage, but as the night had started out, he was now sure it was a bad day to ask for one.

Y/N didn’t answer and the silence of the apartment had an unsettling feeling sink to the pitch of his stomach.

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[theranskahovs]

THANK YOU for taking the time to write my request!! No matter how much I don’t want to write for the Russians anymore, I’ll always read anything you write 😍

[theranskahovs]

Safeword *Vladimir Ranskahov x Reader*

Warnings: filthy smut (my goal of this was to make it the most intense I’ve ever written)

A/N: this is bordering on cringey so like let’s not talk about it 🤷🏻‍♀️ Obviously this is unfinished but I don’t think I’ll ever get to completing it. If anyone would like to continue writing this be my guest.

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The best nights you spend with Vladimir start with, “Remember safeword?” Tonight would be one of those nights, you instantly knew as Vlad came storming into the apartment.

“Wait for me naked in bedroom. Don’t play games tonight.” Even without his warning you could tell he wasn’t going to be forgiving. Both from the way he tugged at his hair in frustration and from the firey look in his eye. Almost like he wanted you to act out.

Without wasting time you strip and lay on the bed, checking your texts while you wait. Vlad meets you in the bedroom soon enough, you knew from his heavy footfalls. You’d have heard him from a mile away.

You don’t look up from your phone, expecting he’s going to need a minute to change. He reaches over the side of the bed, ripping your phone from your hand forcefully.

“Hey!” You raise your voice in protest, reaching out to grab it back. Your nails accidentally dig into his wrist as you scrabble to get your phone back.

He stares at the red scratches your nails left, one even bleeding a tiny bit. He slams your phone down on the bedside table, and you’re worried it shattered.

You can see the wrath in his eyes, the last bit of his composure threatening to snap. Your eyes meet his, yours wide and his narrowed. He yanks your hand, pulling you up. “Over my knee, now.”

You waste no time in following his order, positioning yourself over his knee. Your fingers grip the comforter in anticipation, knowing he’s not going easy on you tonight.