#here to make up for the angst i dumped on y'all with the russian revolution one XD

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i love how easily enabled you are because it ups my happiness level like +100 everytime. Like now there’s 2 more fivan aus to think about?? and like ok the russian revolution one is angst and pain, but now i also get to imagine rich!Fedyor trying to force his new rival-turned-bf to “just fucking smile and take a selfie” for the gram which is the modern day equivalent of the cookie scene and i love that for me.

also the speed you can churn out such quality words and small ficlets is amazing. you a flawless queen, have a lovely weekend!

"Vanya. Come here."

"No."

"Vanya, come here."

"NO."

"Oh my god." Fedyor rolls his eyes at the ceiling. "It is just a selfie. Not the end of the world. Now come here and cuddle up with me and let me post this so my followers can gush about how adorable we are."

"Are you sure about that?" Ivan glares at him from where he is sitting determinedly on the far side of the bed and reading a deeply boring book about Soviet economics. "They could hate it."

"Ray of sunshine, my love, that's you. As always." Fedyor wriggles closer. They may have just recently progressed from rivals-who-hate-makeout-in-closets to kinda-dating-but-shh to definitely-dating-but-shh, but Ivan has been a monumental crabby-pants the entire way, because apparently anything else would cause him to drop dead or something. "Trust me. We're cute, we are gay, and we are mildly famous. Plus, we are Russian. The internet will go crazy."

Ivan stares at him with a face of doom. He glances around shiftily, as if Fedyor's bedroom at his family's ultra-plush mansion in Holland Park might contain secret spy cameras or other instruments of scurrilous blackmail. Then he sighs deeply, with a face like a man walking up the gallows to be executed, putting his book aside and scooting up grimly next to Fedyor. Yes, Fedyor thinks wryly. That is him. My new boyfriend. Light of my life. Great fun at parties.

Fedyor grabs his phone, turns on a filter, snuggles up to Ivan, and snaps the perfect couple-y selfie. "There," he says, showing it to him. "I look adorable and you look like they gave away your favorite table at Chiltern Firehouse. It's so us."

"I don't understand why you're so obsessed with Instagram," Ivan gripes. "Or rather, your own face."

"Oh?" Fedyor raises an eyebrow at him. "I seem to recall you're a little obsessed with my face, Vanya. And my Instagram."

"I only look at it to laugh at you."

"Sure you do." Fedyor taps to post the picture of the two of them, tags Ivan's grossly depressing account, captions it #pridemonth, and sits back in smug anticipation. "That's why you went through all my selfies and liked every single one of them, wasn't it?"

Ivan opens his mouth, entirely fails to come up with a satisfactory retort, and shuts it, looking furious. While his phone starts to ping with "omgs!!" and "IM DYING" and whatever else (there will of course be the requisite stupid comments, but he's pretty good at filtering those out), Fedyor crooks a finger. "Come here and kiss me for all that epic nonsense you just put me through. You owe me."

Ivan grumbles.

"Now."

Ivan wilts. Clambers closer. Scoops Fedyor into his lap, mumbles something under his breath that it's definitely for the best he can't hear, and cuddles him. Kisses the back of his neck, as Fedyor hums in deeply self-satisfied victory, leans against him, and pulls Ivan's arm around his waist. The idiot still drives him crazy on a regular basis, but you know. He absolutely does prefer it this way.

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