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qqueenofhades · an hour ago
pel!ivan and fedyor went through a lot of ups and some downs from the end of pel and 2021 but they also celebrated 10 years together 🥳 i hope fedyor shoved cake into ivan’s face and also you know, im sure they were mushy like the saps they are
Ivan was supposed to be out of here ten minutes ago – actually, at this point, more like twenty – but the clients are still fucking talking, and if they keep it up much longer, he’s going to add it to the bill for “initial consultation.” Drew has a man-bun and unbearably hip black glasses, and works as a developer for some start-up app that he’s tried to convince Ivan to download at least twelve times. (What does the app actually do? Don’t know don’t care.) Mia is thin, blonde, waifish, smells like essential oils, and has been flitting around with her smartphone the entire time, getting in Ivan’s way as she snaps perfectly filtered pictures of the “developmental process” and posts them nonstop on Instagram. They both have a lot of opinions on how they want the energy of the space to feel, and a preapproved list of ethically sourced suppliers. They have paid some ludicrous price for this converted loft in Prospect Heights and chose the location for its proximity to the best farmer’s markets and hippie coffeehouses. Did Ivan die? Is this hell?
Somewhat ostentatiously, he looks at his watch. “Okay,” he announces. “I think that wraps up. You have work number, so – ”
“Oh, just one more thing!” Drew has recently read one (1) book on home design and thinks he’s an expert, so Ivan is forced to suffer his idiotic opinions about the kind of tile they want to use on the kitchen backsplash. Somehow, he manages not to roll his eyes directly out of his head, for which he should be commended. Ivan has discovered that the secret of successfully dealing with people, especially clients, is to smile and nod at everything they say, while mercilessly mocking them in your head. Amazing, the things you learn as a small-business owner in Brooklyn in the year of our lord 2021. Especially when it comes to renovating overpriced tiny gentrified apartments for insufferable techno-douchebags and their vapid influencer girlfriends. And people think Ivan might want to live like this more often? No fucking thank you.
Finally (it’s another ten minutes after that, this is definitely going on the bill), they more or less wrap up, except for the fact that Mia then wants a picture with the three of them. “It’s just so important to us that we’re supporting the immigrant community,” she explains earnestly. “After all, being open, tolerant, learning from our neighbors, people who are different from us, that’s what life is all about. We just love that you’re foreign. The energy feels so right, you know?”
Ivan wonders whether to inform her that he has lived in this country for eight years and been a full citizen (passport and voting rights and everything) for three, then decides that this would venture into sharing-personal-information territory and he is having none of it. His English has improved to the point where he can handle almost all business transactions by himself, but feigning incomprehension can sometimes get him out of them when they turn really stupid. Unfortunately, that isn’t an option here, and so he diligently leans into the frame, smiling half an inch, while Mia snaps a picture of “us and our adorable Russian contractor!!” Ivan informs her of the correct flag emoji to add to the filter, decides that he’s going to add an extra fifty bucks just for that, and finally, finally, makes his escape.
It’s rush hour, and the Q is crammed as Ivan heads into midtown. So much for social distancing and not getting too close to anyone, which is the only thing from the pandemic that he wouldn’t mind keeping. Only about half the crowd is wearing masks, including him, and so he gets off at Times Square, dodges the latest lunatic standing on a soapbox and shouting about how it is all a hoax, and walks several blocks uptown, just to get some space. He finally reaches the restaurant, where he has to flash his vaccination card to get inside (Ivan, who remains Russian to the marrow of his bones, is a little irked that he couldn’t get Sputnik here and had to settle for Pfizer) and climbs up to the open-air rooftop terrace. It is only when he spots his husband, waiting at a table that overlooks the glittering evening lights of the city, when Ivan pulls off his mask and allows himself to properly smile. “Sorry I’m late,” he says. “They are the worst.”
“I figured it was something like that.” Fedyor musters a smile in return, though his eyes look permanently tired these days and Ivan would bet that he’s been scrolling through more depressing emails on his phone. Technically Fedyor is on a two-month sabbatical from work, but he can’t stop himself, and Ivan has had to pry it from his fingers on a number of occasions. “But you’re here now. That’s what matters.”
Ivan nods stoutly, they are furnished with the drinks and appetizers list, and when the waiter asks if there’s any special occasion tonight, tell him that they are celebrating their ten-year anniversary, albeit somewhat late. This was supposed to happen last spring, but obviously, nobody in New York was going out to a restaurant in the early months of 2020, and Ivan himself had barely gotten home from the hospital and still could be knocked over in a strong breeze. They’re celebrating a lot of things tonight, in other words, even if it’s now been eleven years, not ten, since the day Ivan marched into a Red Square coffee shop and engaged in – well, Fedyor has made sure to inform him that the first date didn’t go nearly as well as Ivan always thought it did. But it worked, didn’t it? Here they are, wedding bands on their fingers, a couple of successful American urban professionals who have built a nice life for themselves and are, if anything, even more madly in love than they were when this whole nutty adventure together first began. So really, if you ask Ivan Sakharov Kaminsky, it went just fine after all.
The waiter congratulates them, gives them two drinks for the price of one, and they both relax and start to talk, fully at ease in the way they only are in each other’s company. Ivan does his Mia impression in an extremely convincing falsetto (after all, [NAME REDACTED] has practice at this) and Fedyor almost dies laughing. They hold hands on the table – no need to hold them under the table – and gaze into each other’s eyes all they want, order dinner and dessert, and take a long time about it. They raise several toasts to this, to them, to ten years, may there be many more. Ivan pays the bill, his treat, and they walk slowly back to Times Square, hand-in-hand, Fedyor’s head nestled on Ivan’s shoulder. It’s New York. Nobody cares.
They ride the Q home, in all its smelly, secondhand glory, taking an hour to bang out to Brighton Beach and descending the elevated stairs into the familiar down-at-heel comfort of their Russian-American neighborhood, neon Cyrillic signs glowing in windows and somebody shouting about how if Sergei ever shows his face here again, she is going to cut his dick off. Ivan and Fedyor look at each other and snort, resisting the urge to shout up and ask what exactly Sergei did, and walk a few more minutes to their building. They climb up three flights of stairs to their apartment, unlock the door and the deadbolt, and step inside.
The instant they are home, Rasputin shoots out of nowhere, yowling as if he has been neglected for months, and curls himself around Ivan’s ankles (he is still liable to give Fedyor evil looks when he feels that this interloper has been stealing his human too often). Ivan sighs, trudges to the kitchen, points out to Rasputin that his food bowl is still half full, gets a wounded look in return, and adds an extra scoopful. Once the cat is happily snarfing down, Fedyor pulls Ivan by the hand, into the dim living room with its blowing curtains. “Come here, my love,” he says. “Hold me.”
Ivan does as ordered, because it’s his favorite thing in the world: cuddling Fedyor close, nothing but the two of them in all of time and space, swaying slowly in the blue hour with fingers and arms and hearts entwined. Ivan kisses Fedyor’s temple, and Fedyor nestles even closer, melted into his embrace. “I love you, Vanya,” he mumbles against Ivan’s collarbone. “I love you so much. I love you more than anything in the world. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“I love you too, Fedya.” Ivan leans down and kisses him properly, sweet and slow and lingering, as they continue to waltz in stately time to a music that nobody except the two of them can hear. “I’m still not always sure why you married me, but I am very glad you did.”
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qqueenofhades · 2 hours ago
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The incredible strength in him is coiled as tightly as piano wire, but Fedyor stubbornly holds on, until the fight drains out of Ivan as suddenly as if his spine has been snapped. He sinks to the floor, and Fedyor sinks down next to him, wrapping both arms around Ivan’s shoulders before either of them can think better of it. “Hey,” he says huskily, as Ivan’s head falls heavily onto his chest. “Hey, hey. It’s all right. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.”
✨ why draw me to that promised land by @qqueenofhades ✨
is it okay though? because i surely am not.
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qqueenofhades · 3 hours ago
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Sri Ranganathaswamy Temple Srirangam, Tiruchirapalli, Tamil Nadu, India. (via Instagram: Bharat Balaji)
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qqueenofhades · 18 hours ago
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shout-out to the person i overheard today rushing into an antiques shop to ask, very urgently, ‘do you have any silver crosses?’. wishing you well in your fight against the creatures of darkness, friend
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qqueenofhades · 20 hours ago
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How is it that I just got an extra bookshelf, and I will soon have to get an extra extra bookshelf?
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qqueenofhades · 21 hours ago
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Sankta Alina of The Fold and The Starless Saint
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qqueenofhades · 23 hours ago
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“humanity is inherently selfish and bad” bbbrrrghuhjfkg. humanity is seeing a stranger’s grocery bag break open on the sidewalk and harvesting fruits and veggies from the branch-like cracks of the asphalt for them, just because you can. humanity is helping a lost child find their mother on a crowded beach, looking for the ladybug-patterned parasol with their hummingbird-small hand in yours. it’s an elder’s fingers wrapped around your arm as you help them up the stairs because the elevator is broken, and feeling like you’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to be doing, like this is what you would’ve been doing had you been alive centuries or even millennia ago. there will always be a heavily pregnant woman who will smile at your when you give up your seat, a nice blind man in the fruit aisle who will ask you to please pick the riper plantain for him, a tired cashier whose face will light up when you compliment their tattoo sleeve. humanity is connection
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qqueenofhades · a day ago
Hi I just finished a phantom in enchanting light I can'tttttt😭🥺♥️😭😍
Thank you so much, it was so goood! ♥️ I really love the kind of social perspective you bring, like yes finally someone who understands the post soviet block outlook tm writing about it! I don't know if I'm expressing myself very well, but it was very clear eyed and very refreshing to read ♥️
In conclusion, you're a legend, and it's so great when I see you're also into a thing I am into! (I originally followed you from a garcy fic I think, must be 4 years ago now 😁😍)
Ah, thank you so much! (And thank you for sticking around through this blog's various hiatuses, hyperfixations, sudden deletions, garbage tangents, and other such quality * content. I do appreciate it.)
I had a lot of fun writing PEL, not least in combining the espionage/political thriller aspect of it with the much-beloved Marriage of Convenience trope, so I'm especially gratified to hear that you enjoyed that part. One of my secondary research interests is Russia and Eastern Europe, especially during the mid-twentieth century, the Cold War, and the post-USSR political situation, so it is something that I do know a fair bit about. (Also as evidenced in my Fivan lighthouse AU fic, aha.) I am glad that you followed me from Garcy to Helnik/Fivan/SAB, since it is a nice garbage can down here and I'm enjoying my various ficcing enterprises in this fandom.
Anyway, if you're interested, there are a couple other short fics set in this verse/series (focusing on Ivan and Fedyor), and many pages of pel asks with bonus content, since the people wanted to know lots of things and I duly obliged. There's also this update as to where everyone is and what they are doing as of 2021. :)
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qqueenofhades · a day ago
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And with that, he reaches out and takes Ivan’s head in both of his hands, causing Ivan to think for a blinded and desperately hungry moment that he actually means to – but he doesn’t. He simply leans forward, touches their foreheads and then their noses together, his breath soft as a whisper against Ivan’s unshaven cheek, holding them there for the briefest and most lovely, agonizing, impossible of moments, and then he lets go. “Okay,” he whispers, and Ivan feels his heart break like a fragile eggshell, with the softest and most delicate of clicks. “Okay.”
✨ why draw me to that promised land by @qqueenofhades ✨
and our hearts also collectively broke that day as well.
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qqueenofhades · a day ago
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qqueenofhades · a day ago
its really quite rude of ivan to be the king of romantic, passionate, “grab your face with both hands and make you swoon” kind of kisses. he’s done it in both PEL and now the lighthouse au (which we all crying over ch. 6, im too emotional to even form words) like he’s just walking around with that kind of talent and making fedyor weak in the knees. rude.
I KNOW. IT IS INDEED VERY RUDE. WHO ALLOWS HIM TO DO THAT.
(Also ugh, Ivan is just. so sad, and it hurts me. LET YOURSELF BE HAPPY, BOO. YOU COULD EVEN KISS FEDYOR ON THE REGULAR. TRUFAX.)
Anyway, the passionate kissing talent does almost make up for his nonsense the rest of the time, but I had to update the tags on this fic, and methinks they are deeply accurate:
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(SO! STUPID!)
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qqueenofhades · a day ago
How do you write about far flung locales so well? Are you ridiculously well traveled? Brighton Beach, Oslo, Amsterdam, bumfuck Russia, London....everywhere you write about I belive that you know it so well. How do you do that?
Ahaha, I am... decently well traveled (though not nearly as much as I want to be, especially in the Age of Plague), so that does help in some cases. For the rest, it can be chalked up to a) my obsessive research habits, b) maniacal love of world-building, and c) (currently thwarted) vicarious wanderlust. That was the case even before we were stuck in Covid jail, so half the fun of writing fics set in distant locales is to get to do the imaginative work of pretending to actually be there. (No, seriously. When oh when do we get to travel again.)
Hence, I spend a lot of time on Google Maps, Wikipedia, image search, blogs, etc, in order to get details and places right, though I retain the right to tweak them here and there for dramatic purposes. I always like to help a reader clearly visualise a setting and to picture where the characters are, what they're feeling, and what it looks like, to the point of picking out things such as Matthias’s exact apartment in PEL and other tiny details. Some places I have been myself (or at least somewhere similar) and so I can add in things of my own experience, which may have happened there or somewhere else. But yes, since it is the only kind of traveling we are liable to do for a while yet, I have to make the most of it, and so I research as if I was actually going there. So yes. I am glad you appreciate it. :)
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qqueenofhades · a day ago
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So I had to go look this up from Morbid Curiosity and, uh, aside from her name being FLEETWOOD:
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Ah yes, the tired old "midwife-witch" turkey. I have definitely complained about this before.
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/deep sigh
/pinches bridge of nose
Yes, absolutely, a new and thrilling question that nobody has ever posed before. Misogyny exists in history, you say? Some women (and a number of men!) were accused of witchcraft in complicated and specific circumstances related to early modern cultural and social anxieties? WAS WITCH HUNTING JUST WOMEN HUNTING. Zomgz. Subversive. Unprecedented.
(I'll try not to hold the blurb from the author of The Miniaturist against it, but also, it... kinda does that for itself.)
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The Familiars
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qqueenofhades · a day ago
not me crying over the fact that ivan in the hospital for weeks with covid , not being able to see fedyor was their worst nightmare. fedyor was probably a wreck and clawing at their apartment walls with stress and anxiety — he almost lost his husband 😭
Ahah, welp, that indeed was a Bad Time for all concerned. Fedyor started going to therapy after the events of PEL, and this flared it up again, so he went back again once Ivan was home, and Ivan probably went with him a few times as well. The combined stress of the pandemic, Ivan being in the hospital, and the disheartening Russian political developments over the last year (the poisoning and jailing of Navalny, the dismantling of his organisations, the strict new laws etc) have all made Fedyor wonder what the hell he is doing with his life and if it is actually helping anyone, or if he is just sitting in New York and preaching to the choir. So yes, therapy. It has not been a fun time for him. Welp.
Fedyor was also upset by the fact that his parents had literally just agreed to come from Russia and meet Ivan in person for the first time and visit them in Brighton Beach when the plague hit and the borders closed, so who knows when that will happen now. Ivan has been likewise wanting to go back to Russia for a visit, but Fedyor has made himself enough of a persona non grata/known political troublemaker that they don't think it would be safe for him to go. So even if travel was possible and/or easy, Ivan would have to go by himself, and he isn't super excited about that idea either, no matter how much he misses it.
But on the bright side: Ivan does have his own business now, and he is making enough money for Fedyor to take a bit of a break from the nonstop grueling workload he has had for the last 10 years, and sit back and think about what he wants to do with his life next. They have put in an application to buy their flat rather than renting it, and are otherwise staying busy. Fedyor also helps Ivan out with the Ugh People aspect of running a small business, since lbr, Ivan's worst nightmare is doing HR. (For which, really, he cannot be blamed.) But he has a lot of built-in clients from his work as a repairman, and they're doing pretty well money-wise, far more than either of them expected to do. So it's definitely not all doom and gloom.
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qqueenofhades · a day ago
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He expects (more like hopes) Fedyor to be somewhat miffed about the abrupt reversal, but instead Fedyor’s eyes are dark pools of ink, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted. It almost looks like – but no, that’s definitely not what is happening here.
✨ why draw me to that promised land by @qqueenofhades ✨
chapter 4 was a doozy, huh.
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qqueenofhades · a day ago
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note: yep. i’m just giving in at this point. i’ve accepted my fate. summary: the 1980s cold war fivan/lighthouse keeper!ivan AU we apparently needed and into which i was much too easily enabled rating: m prev: chapter 5
read chapter 6!
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qqueenofhades · a day ago
wow i remembered how much I loved PEL with all these 2021 updates 😭😭 its such a fun universe
like Ivan getting COVID, is he ok??? fedyor was probably worrying out of his mind (but also ivan’s a small business owner now 🥳)
Nina and Matthias living their best nomad life but eventually going back to some nice welfare benefits one day. Love that for them, truly
zoya and nikolai being bicoastal and extra, also love that for them (can they adopt me?)
(Was i the only one kind of shipping poppy and christian? just me??)
Aha indeed. Basically, since Ivan was a repairman in NYC during 2020, and thus an essential worker who had to go out to people's houses and couldn't stay at home, there is no way he could have avoided getting Covid. It was a rough few months for him, he was in the hospital for a couple weeks, Fedyor did NOT have a good time especially not even being able to visit him, but all is well that ends well and he has made pretty much a full recovery, largely thanks to sheer stubbornness. They now have an extremely grumpy cat named Rasputin, details of which I have been supplying to @buffaluff for all-important drawing Ivan with a cat reasons. And yes, Ivan now owns his own home renovation business, dreams of stabbing Williamsburg hipsters in the eye with his drafting pencil while they go on about the energy of the space, and turns into the "what you say to me 🙃" meme whenever anyone suggests that since he's making good money now, they could afford to move to a nicer part of Brooklyn. You do not insult Brighton Beach to Ivan Kaminsky's face. No sir.
Nina and Matthias are indeed having a good time traveling the world (or at least traveling before Covid hit), but if there is a good place to be stuck during a global pandemic, it is aboard a houseboat in the Caribbean. They got those Barbados visas that allow you to live there and work remotely during the plague, so their home port is Bridgetown, but they do like to sail around when they can. They're not sure where they would go when they move back to Norway; Bergen, maybe, but they have not decided and are not in a hurry.
Nikolai and Zoya remain flamboyant, fabulous, and dramatic, as ever, and have a jetsetting glamorous bicoastal lifestyle, though Covid has also put a bit of a crimp in that. Nikolai has debated quitting his lawyer job and starting a career as an actor in Hollywood, which would allow him to live with Zoya and also be famous. He has had a few audition offers from well-connected friends, so yes, he might be coming to an action movie near you.
Poppy and Christian definitely did casually date for a few months and they are still friends who text every so often. Poppy is too busy being fabulous in London to really hold up a long-distance relationship, but they are doing a lot of good work in their new life and Christian gets that. So yes.
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qqueenofhades · 2 days ago
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qqueenofhades · 2 days ago
wow i remembered how much I loved PEL with all these 2021 updates 😭😭 its such a fun universe
like Ivan getting COVID, is he ok??? fedyor was probably worrying out of his mind (but also ivan’s a small business owner now 🥳)
Nina and Matthias living their best nomad life but eventually going back to some nice welfare benefits one day. Love that for them, truly
zoya and nikolai being bicoastal and extra, also love that for them (can they adopt me?)
(Was i the only one kind of shipping poppy and christian? just me??)
Aha indeed. Basically, since Ivan was a repairman in NYC during 2020, and thus an essential worker who had to go out to people's houses and couldn't stay at home, there is no way he could have avoided getting Covid. It was a rough few months for him, he was in the hospital for a couple weeks, Fedyor did NOT have a good time especially not even being able to visit him, but all is well that ends well and he has made pretty much a full recovery, largely thanks to sheer stubbornness. They now have an extremely grumpy cat named Rasputin, details of which I have been supplying to @buffaluff for all-important drawing Ivan with a cat reasons. And yes, Ivan now owns his own home renovation business, dreams of stabbing Williamsburg hipsters in the eye with his drafting pencil while they go on about the energy of the space, and turns into the "what you say to me 🙃" meme whenever anyone suggests that since he's making good money now, they could afford to move to a nicer part of Brooklyn. You do not insult Brighton Beach to Ivan Kaminsky's face. No sir.
Nina and Matthias are indeed having a good time traveling the world (or at least traveling before Covid hit), but if there is a good place to be stuck during a global pandemic, it is aboard a houseboat in the Caribbean. They got those Barbados visas that allow you to live there and work remotely during the plague, so their home port is Bridgetown, but they do like to sail around when they can. They're not sure where they would go when they move back to Norway; Bergen, maybe, but they have not decided and are not in a hurry.
Nikolai and Zoya remain flamboyant, fabulous, and dramatic, as ever, and have a jetsetting glamorous bicoastal lifestyle, though Covid has also put a bit of a crimp in that. Nikolai has debated quitting his lawyer job and starting a career as an actor in Hollywood, which would allow him to live with Zoya and also be famous. He has had a few audition offers from well-connected friends, so yes, he might be coming to an action movie near you.
Poppy and Christian definitely did casually date for a few months and they are still friends who text every so often. Poppy is too busy being fabulous in London to really hold up a long-distance relationship, but they are doing a lot of good work in their new life and Christian gets that. So yes.
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qqueenofhades · 2 days ago
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I may write this into a proper fic later, but since it’s been floating around in my brain for a while, here’s what everyone in Phantomverse is up to as of 2021, three years after the end of the story:
Matthias and Nina: Currently living on a houseboat in the Caribbean. (They spent some time in New Zealand, Argentina, and South Africa beforehand.) They had just gotten to the Caribbean when COVID hit, so they ended up staying, bought an old boat and fixed it up, and are living their best digital nomad lives. Nina works as a contractor for a private cybersecurity firm and teaches social activists how to hide their data from Big Brother. Matthias has remote-work jobs for Norwegian firms. They are semi-sort-of planning to move back to Norway permanently and finally apply for Nina’s settlement visa when the borders reopen, but they’re also not in a hurry to leave where they are. They have talked once or twice about whether they want to start trying for children, but that’s still a way in the future.
Kaz and Inej: Actually kind of really together, and not even if you squint. It’s been three careful years, but they’re working on it and doing better in lots of ways. Inej has finally been home to London to see her parents, though they’ve also had to deal with quarantine hassle and closed borders. Kaz still works as a hacker, but the Crows are trying (slowly) to get out of the crime business, at least sometimes. They’re always down for taking out assholes. They still mostly live in Amsterdam, but they’ve bought a new house in the Dutch countryside that they’re working on fixing up together.
Jesper and Wylan: Got engaged just before everything went to hell in 2020 and have been desperately trying to arrange a wedding in the Age of COVID ever since. It’s turned into a running joke, since every time they get something booked, it gets canceled, a new restriction comes up, or they realize that their friends will not be able to get into the country to attend. Travel circumstances permitting, they currently split their time between Ireland and Amsterdam. Jesper is still close to Kaz and Inej, though he’s vainly attempting to “go straight -- no, not that kind of straight” in preparation for his life as a married man. It remains debatable how well this is actually working.
Ivan and Fedyor: Have in fact gotten a cat, whose name is Rasputin. They adopted him from a Brooklyn animal shelter and yes, it was Fedyor’s idea, and yes, Ivan complained the whole time, then immediately fell in love. They’ve had a bit of a rough time; Ivan, as an essential worker, got COVID in March 2020 and was knocked on his ass by it. It took him several months to recover and it’s been generally stressful. They’re also disappointed that Fedyor’s parents had FINALLY just agreed to come out from Russia and visit them in Brighton Beach when the plague hit, so that is once again indefinitely delayed. Ivan, once he got better, quit his job with the repair company and started his own home renovation business, which is becoming unexpectedly a hot ticket among Williamsburg hipsters. He hates this deeply, but there you have it. [NAME REDACTED] looks forward to performing again when the clubs reopen.
Nikolai and Zoya: Got married in a lavish destination-wedding bash in Bali in 2019, which was the last big international trip everyone got to have before you-know-what. Zoya then got offered a prestigious job in Los Angeles, but Nikolai didn’t want to leave his job in Manhattan, so they spend most of their weeks on opposite coasts and get together on the weekends. However, for obvious reasons, this isn’t going to work out long-term, so they’re having intent discussions about whether they’re both going to move to California or what. Nikolai still holds that if Nina and Zoya ever run off together, he is more than willing to comfort Matthias. If you know what he means.
Poppy: Still living their best and most fabulous life, though they left the red-light district in Amsterdam and went to school with the money they had saved. They semi-dated Matthias’ friend Christian for a few months, then separated amiably. They now live in London, are pursuing a master’s degree in social work at King’s College, and work for a trans/queer mental health charity. They spend a lot of time annihilating J.K. Rowling and Piers Morgan on Twitter.
Aleksander: Idk, probably still brooding somewhere in the GRU about how he’s never going to get Alina back. I’d like to think he’s made a few better life choices, but this is Aleksander we are talking about. My hopes are not high.
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