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keraawrites · 2 months ago

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Your highness

Summary: Barbarian Bakugo, he was just that. A barbarian who didn't wait until someone told him he could have something; he took what was his, and if he had to fight to do it, then that was a bonus. So when you, the Princess of the Earth nymphs, makes an appearance at his name day, he has already taken with you, and it doesn't matter to him that you're already promised to someone else. ۶ৎ Bakugo x black fem reader ۶ৎ

Context: Virgin reader, chasing, possessive Bakugo, cunnilingus, missionary, unprotected sex, nipple play, outdoor sex,

Word count — 7.7K

The morning of his name day broke over the vast, untamed lands of the Dragon Lords, bathing the towering peaks and dense forests in molten gold. Mist curled around the jagged cliffs, rolling down into the valleys like the breath of sleeping giants. The scent of damp earth, pine, and lingering embers from the night’s fires filled the crisp air.

Katsuki Bakugo stood at the edge of the river, bare-chested, his muscles taut as he tightened his grip around the throat of the struggling beast in his grasp—a wild drake, its black scales slick with water, its teeth snapping inches from his face.

"Stupid fuckin’ lizard," he growled, his grip unyielding.

The drake thrashed, wings cutting through the air in desperate defiance, sending sprays of icy water over his already damp skin. Its talons scraped against the riverbed, searching for leverage, but there was none to be found. With a snarl, Katsuki twisted, using his full weight to slam the creature onto the riverbank, pinning it beneath his knee.

"Yield," he ordered, crimson eyes burning as they locked onto the beast’s own.

The drake let out a strangled hiss, struggling for another breath before its body sagged beneath his strength, wings folding in reluctant submission. A slow, victorious grin spread across Katsuki’s face as he ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing back the wild strands sticking to his forehead.

"You’re gonna make a fine war mount," he muttered before finally releasing the creature’s throat.

The drake remained still, its breathing ragged, its golden eyes locked onto his. For a moment, neither moved. Then, slowly, the beast lowered its head in silent acknowledgment of his dominance.

The sound of heavy footsteps crunching against damp earth drew his attention.

"Knew you’d be out here," Kirishima’s voice rumbled, laced with amusement.

Katsuki scoffed, rising to his feet. "Better shit to do than sit around waitin’ for a bunch of pompous pricks to show up."

Kirishima chuckled. "Those ‘pompous pricks’ are noble lords and highborn ladies, here to honor you." He tossed a thick fur cloak toward him, which Katsuki caught without looking. "You might want to clean up before heading back. Your mother’s already fuming about your absence."

Katsuki clicked his tongue, shaking off the excess water before throwing the cloak over his shoulders. "She can wait."

Kirishima smirked. "Maybe. But the guests won’t."

Katsuki ignored him, his strides long and powerful as he made his way back toward the towering stone fortress. The Black Keep loomed over the land like a beast carved from the mountain itself, its spires jagged and sharp, banners of black and gold snapping in the wind. Inside, the halls were alive with movement—servants rushing to prepare, warriors clad in ceremonial armor standing at attention, the scent of roasted meats and spiced wine thick in the air.

He strode through it all, ignoring the hushed whispers of admiration and fear that followed in his wake. He was used to it. The barbarian prince. The dragon-blooded warrior. A man feared and respected in equal measure.

And yet, none of it mattered. Not the feast, not the gifts, not the alliances his parents sought to strengthen in his name. He continued to ignore Kirishima and Kaminari's jokes as his eyes scanned the crowd lazily.

But then his sharp gaze landed on you.

You were not of his land. That much was clear.

The air itself seemed to hum around you as you stepped into the great hall, your presence like a whispered secret carried on the wind. Your skin was rich as dark earth, your deep curls woven with golden leaves that shimmered under the firelight. A gown of soft, flowing silks clung to your form, the colors shifting like dappled sunlight through the trees. Vines curled delicately around your arms, shifting with your every movement—alive, breathing, connected to your very soul.

An Earth nymph.

His fingers twitched at his sides, an unfamiliar heat curling in his gut. He had heard of nymphs before, but never had he seen one in the flesh. They were creatures of myth, tucked away in sacred forests, far from the bloodshed and steel that shaped his world. They did not mix with his kind. They did not belong in his halls.

So, why were you here?

Then his eyes flicked to the figure beside you.

The youngest Todoroki prince.

Katsuki’s body went rigid, the realisation hitting him like a blade to the gut.

His jaw clenched, something dark and possessive curling in his chest. The thought of you—his—belonging to someone else made his blood boil. He had conquered beasts, brought warriors to their knees, burned enemies from the sky with dragon fire. And yet, the idea of losing something that wasn’t even his yet was unbearable.

Before he even realised he was moving, he was already striding forward.

The crowd parted instinctively, sensing the shift in the air. Conversations hushed, whispers breaking out as he approached. But he didn’t care. His world had narrowed to the woman before him, the nymph who dared to enter his domain and steal his breath without a single word.

You turned, your gaze meeting his.

And for a moment, the hall itself seemed to still.

Katsuki didn’t stop. He didn’t hesitate. He stood before you, his towering presence casting a shadow over both you and the Todoroki prince at your side. His crimson eyes burned with intent as they raked over you, memorising every delicate curve, every shift of magic in the air around you.

"Who is she promised to?"

His voice was low, edged with a growl, meant for one person and one person alone.

The Todoroki prince lifted his chin, his pale face unreadable. "To me," he answered simply. "By sacred bond between the Nymph Kingdom and the Fire Court, our union—"

Katsuki barely let him finish. "Not anymore."

The words were a declaration, sharp as steel, final as death.

Gasps rippled through the hall.

Shoto’s brows lowered, his own magic crackling like embers. "You have no right—"

"I have every right," Katsuki interrupted, his gaze never leaving the nymph princess. His smirk was slow, dangerous, filled with nothing but raw intent. "I want her."

The weight of his words crashed through the room like a war horn. The tension was palpable, thick with unspoken threats.

Kirishima shifted behind him, the guards tensed, the nobles murmured. Your eyes widened ever so slightly, lips parting—whether in shock or something else, he didn’t know.

The Todoroki prince stood rigid beside you, his mismatched eyes narrowing with cold calculation. The fire in his veins did not burn recklessly like Katsuki’s—it was slow, controlled, waiting for the right moment to consume everything.

"You don’t understand what you’re doing," Shoto said, his voice even, unreadable.

Katsuki scoffed. "I understand just fine."

His gaze never left you. His princess.

You had not spoken yet, but he could feel the storm beneath your skin, the tension coiled tight in your frame. You were not the type to be taken lightly—he could see it in the way your jaw tightened, the way your hands clenched at your sides as if resisting the urge to let your vines lash out and strike him.

"Do you now?" You finally spoke, your voice smooth as flowing water yet sharp as a blade. "You would go to war over me, Barbarian?"

Katsuki’s smirk was slow, deliberate. "I’d burn the whole damn world down if it meant having what’s mine."

A flicker of something unreadable passed through your deep brown eyes. "You speak of me as if I am a prize to be claimed," you said, your tone dangerously quiet.

Katsuki tilted his head, studying you. "You stepped into my land looking like that, and you expect me to do nothing?" His voice lowered, rough and unapologetic. "You’re either blind or foolish."

Your nostrils flared, a whisper of magic curling in the air around you.

"Do not mistake your strength for the right to take what does not belong to you," you warned. "I am not some jewel to sit upon your hoard, dragon."

Katsuki’s grin only widened. Good. He had no interest in some wilting flower who would bow and tremble before him. He wanted this—your defiance, your challenge, the way you met his gaze like you were unafraid.

But he saw it, just beneath the surface.

The way your breath hitched when his eyes dragged over you.

The way your vines, wild and unpredictable, didn’t recoil from him.

Oh, you felt it too.

The thread of something inevitable weaving between you, tightening, unbreakable.

Shoto took a step forward, his voice colder than winter’s bite. "This union was forged in the name of peace. If you challenge it, you challenge more than just me. You challenge the Fire Court. You challenge the Nymph Kingdom."

Katsuki rolled his shoulders, unconcerned. "Then let ‘em come."

A murmur of shock rippled through the gathered nobles. Even his mother, the fierce and calculating Queen Mitsuki, sat forward on her throne, sharp eyes narrowing in scrutiny.

"Katsuki," she warned from the dais. "Do not be reckless."

Katsuki didn’t spare her a glance. "Too late."

"You are willing to bring war to the realm for a woman you just met?" Shoto asked, his tone clipped.

Katsuki finally dragged his gaze away from you, leveling the younger prince with a look that was pure fire and fury.

"Not just a woman," he said simply.

Shoto exhaled through his nose, gaze hardening. "You’re a fool."

Katsuki chuckled, low and dangerous. "Maybe." The blonde didn't know what losing was. He had the strength to command full-blooded dragons and a whole army. He had won countless battles, yet this was the one that had his blood burning.

The days passed in a blur of fire and steel, of shifting earth and dragon wings.

You couldn't quite fathom how quick everything escalated. The Prince wanted to wage a war over you, a war that he would indeed win that would end in endless bloodshed, and you didn't want that.

In the end, you and your parents had signed a treaty declaring your hand in marriage to the Barbarian Prince. It severed ties and made the relationship with your kingdom and the Fire court strained, but here you were, engaged to the dragon Prince, your wedding day on the horizon.

You found yourself navigating a world unlike anything you had ever known. The Dragon Kingdom was vast and untamed, its people as wild as the land they ruled. The air was thick with the scent of pine and ash, the mountains towering above them like ancient gods. The fortress of the Dragon Lords, carved into the very cliffs themselves, pulsed with life—warriors training in the courtyards, blacksmiths hammering away at weapons, the sky alive with the roar of dragons as they circled the peaks.

And you were to be their queen.

You should have hated it.

Hated him.

Instead, you found yourself adapting.

The barbarian way of life was crude, loud, and unruly—but it was also unapologetically alive. The people were fierce, loyal, and battle-hardened, but there was laughter in the streets, joy in their feasts, brotherhood among their warriors.

And you were not alone.

Despite being an outsider, despite being the nymph stolen by the dragon, you had found allies—friends.

It started with Mina.

The pink-skinned dragon shifter had no sense of boundaries. From the moment you met, Mina practically adopted you, dragging you into conversations, insisting that you sit beside her at meals, asking a thousand questions about the Nymph Kingdom.

"You have actual trees that move when you tell them to?" Mina had gasped one evening, eyes wide with wonder.

"Of course," you had replied, sipping your honeyed wine.

Mina had turned to Kirishima, smacking his arm. "Why don’t our trees move? That’s so unfair!"

Kirishima, who had long accepted Mina’s dramatics, only chuckled. "Because our kingdom doesn’t need them to.“

Sero and Denki had quickly inserted themselves into your life after that.

Sero was the calm one, his humor dry and his wit sharp, always watching, always amused.

Denki, on the other hand, was a menace.

"So," Denki had asked during a sparring session, "if I plant myself in your garden and ask nicely, do I get magical powers?"

You nearly smacked him with a vine.

Despite their antics, they had all become yours—a strange, chaotic family in a land you were still learning to call home.

But Katsuki?

Katsuki was the problem.

He was everywhere.

At feasts, grinning whenever you got into a heated debate with one of his lords.

In the halls, too close, too warm, his crimson gaze lingering whenever you passed.

You hated it.

Hated the way his presence unsettled you.

Hated the way your body reacted whenever he was near—heat curling in your stomach, skin prickling when his fingers brushed against yours, your breath hitching whenever his gaze dropped to your lips.

He never touched you, never crossed the fragile line between them.

But he made sure you wanted him to.

It was infuriating.

It didn’t help that the people of the Dragon Kingdom adored him.

You saw it in the way his warriors followed him without question. In a way, the common folk bowed their heads in respect but grinned like he was one of their own.

Katsuki was not a prince who ruled from above—he was a warrior who bled beside his people, who fought for them, who they would burn kingdoms for.

And despite everything, even though he had stolen you from your betrothed, even though he was reckless, arrogant, and completely insufferable—

You found yourself rallying for him. But it was a couple of days before the wedding that was the turning point for you.

The lake was your only refuge.

It wasn’t the same as the lakes of your homeland, where the water shimmered with the essence of life, where the trees whispered secrets only nymph ears could hear. But it was the closest you had here—a small piece of nature untouched by fire and steel.

You sat at the water’s edge, bare feet sinking into the cool, damp earth. The wind stirred the surface, rippling it like silk, the rustling leaves above offering a song that reminded her of home.

You missed it.

You missed the soft, green light filtering through the canopies of ancient trees. You missed the way the air smelled of wildflowers and rain-soaked earth. You missed the feeling of being surrounded by life that understood you, that responded to your presence.

Here, everything felt foreign.

And yet…

You were changing.

The Dragon Kingdom was working its way under your skin, into your bones. The people, the land, the warriors who had become your friends.

And him.

A low crunch of boots against soil made you tense. You didn’t need to turn to know who it was.

"You shouldn’t be out here alone." His voice was always like this at night—low, rough, like embers smoldering beneath the surface.

You sighed, fingers tracing idle patterns in the dirt. "I can take care of myself, Barbarian."

You heard him scoff as he approached, expecting him to stand behind you, towering and overbearing as he always did. Instead, he sank down beside you, his knee brushing against hers. It was warm.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared out at the water with you, the quiet stretching between you.

"You miss it."

You swallowed, the ache pressing against your ribs. "Of course, I do."

"I know what it’s like to have your life decided for you."

You turned to him then, surprised. Katsuki Bakugo was not a man who admitted weakness, nor did he often speak of things that weren’t wrapped in threats or challenges.

He didn’t meet your gaze, staring ahead instead, golden eyes dark with thought. "You think I asked for this?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "I was born into it. Had to fight for every scrap of respect, every goddamn breath. Always proving myself, always being the strongest, the smartest, the best. Because if I wasn’t, someone else would take it."

You watched him carefully, seeing something raw in his expression.

"It’s not the same," you said quietly, "but I understand."

His jaw tensed. "Then you should know—I don’t regret choosing you."

Your breathing stalled.

He turned then, finally meeting your eyes. The firelight from the torches in the distance flickered across his face, casting sharp shadows over his cheekbones, his strong jaw.

His gaze was hungry.

"I would have taken you no matter what," he said, voice rough. "Even if you weren’t promised to that bastard prince. Even if it meant burning every kingdom that stood in my way."

You should have been afraid. Should have recoiled from such reckless, consuming devotion.

But you weren't.

Because something in you wanted him just as badly.

The tension between you thickened, a storm pressing in. You could feel his breath, feel the way his body was so close, so unshakably present.

His movement was slow, as if waiting for you to stop him.

His lips brushed against yours, the softest graze of heat and longing. your fingers curled against the earth, heart pounding as he kissed you again—firmer this time, claiming, devouring.

You melted into it, into him, into the way his hands moved—one gripping the back of your neck, the other pressing against the small of your back.

A small sound escaped you, and that was all it took for something in him to come alive.

He growled against your lips, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss until you were dizzy.

Gods…

Your fingers found his chest, nails dragging over his skin, feeling the solid muscle beneath. He was all heat and strength, all restrained power barely kept in check.

You had never been kissed like this before. Had never known you could feel this kind of need.

His hand tightened in your hair, and you gasped, arching slightly into him.

And just like that—he was gone.

Katsuki pulled back, his breathing ragged, his hands clenched into fists at his sides like he was physically forcing himself to stop.

His jaw was tight, his crimson eyes burning.

"God’s I want you." His voice was thick with hunger. "I want to take you right now and make you mine before the gods themselves."

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your lips bruised from his kiss. You swallowed, unable to form words.

He exhaled harshly, wrestling with himself.

His hand came up, fingers brushing over your swollen lips, the touch almost reverent.

"I’ll wait," he murmured, voice strained. "I’ll respect your ways."

His thumb traced your bottom lip.

"But make no mistake—"

He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, "On our wedding night, I’m going to ruin you."

The day had arrived.

The sun hung heavy in the sky, a golden eye bearing witness to the union of two realms—fire and earth, dragon and nymph.

The entire kingdom had gathered for the occasion. The towering stone fortress had been transformed, its halls and courtyards adorned with rich greenery, golden banners, and intricate carvings of dragons and vines entwined—a symbol of the bond being forged today.

It was a spectacle of power.

The barbarian warriors of the Dragon Kingdom stood tall in their ceremonial armor, weapons strapped to their backs even in celebration. The nymphs, draped in flowing silks and woven flowers, moved like whispers of nature itself. The contrast was stark, yet somehow… fitting.

At the center of it all stood Katsuki Bakugo.

He was impatient.

Dressed in a deep red tunic embroidered with gold, his broad shoulders covered by a thick fur cloak, he looked every inch the warlord he was born to be. His crimson eyes burned with anticipation, his hands clenched at his sides.

He had waited for this day.

The great doors opened, and the air itself seemed to still.

The sight of you nearly brought him to his knees.

You were divine.

Your gown was unlike anything in the Dragon Kingdom—woven from enchanted silks that shimmered between hues of deep green and gold, mimicking the shifting sunlight through ancient leaves. Vines curled along your arms and down your back, alive.

Your dark skin glowed beneath the sunlight, and your curls were adorned with golden leaves and tiny white blossoms—an Earth-born goddess walking toward him.

And you were his.

His fingers twitched. His throat went dry.

You lifted your gaze, meeting his, and the weight of everything passed between you.

Two weeks of tension. Two weeks of near fights and near kisses. Two weeks of stolen glances and bated breath. Two weeks of resisting the inevitable.

Today, there was no running.

Katsuki smirked.

As you stepped forward, the ceremony's music began—a deep, rhythmic drumbeat mixed with the soft, lilting chimes of nymph instruments. It was the blending of two cultures, just as they were about to be.

When you reached him, you did not look away.

The ceremony began.

The Nymph King and Queen stood solemnly to the side, their expressions unreadable. They had reluctantly agreed to this, for the sake of peace. But it was clear that, despite everything, they still weren’t sure if giving their daughter to a barbarian was wise.

Too late now.

A high priestess from the nymphs and an elder dragon shifter from Katsuki’s court conducted the binding rites.

Vows were spoken—not of love, but of power.

Of loyalty.

Of forever.

And then came the final part—the binding of hands.

A thick, golden rope, imbued with ancient magic, was wrapped around your wrists. The moment the final knot was secured, the magic surged—a deep hum of energy that sealed your union in the eyes of gods and mortals alike.

It was done.

"You may claim your bride," the elder intoned.

Katsuki’s lips twitched.

He turned to you, tilting his head slightly, giving you one last chance to pull away.

But you didn’t.

His smirk widened, he claimed you.

The kiss was not soft.

It was not hesitant.

It was everything.

It was fire meeting earth, molten heat against unyielding strength. It was the end of a battle neither of them had been willing to surrender to—until now.

You gasped, and he took the sound into his mouth, deepening the kiss until he could feel the way you trembled.

Your fingers curled into the fur of his cloak. His hand tightened around yours, your bound wrists keeping them locked together.

Mine.

The crowd roared.

The barbarian warriors stamped their feet, the nymphs let out melodic cheers. The kingdom rejoiced.

But Katsuki barely heard them.

His world had narrowed to the woman before him—his wife.

When he finally pulled away, his breath was heavy, his voice a rough whisper meant only for you.

"Two weeks," he murmured, brushing his thumb against your wrist, where the magic still thrummed between them. "I waited two godsdamn weeks for this."

You smirked—smirked—and leaned in, your voice just as low.

"And you'll wait until tonight for the rest."

Katsuki growled.

The gods help you both.

Tonight, he was going to ruin you.

The grand hall of the Dragon Kingdom roared with life.

The wedding feast was a spectacle unlike any other. Long tables stretched across the hall, overflowing with roasted meats, golden fruits, and goblets filled to the brim with dark wine and honeyed mead. Great fires blazed in the hearths, casting flickering shadows over the ancient stone walls, where banners of red and gold hung proudly alongside green and gold.

The air was thick with laughter, music, and the pounding of drums. The barbarian warriors celebrated as they always did—loudly—clashing their mugs together, breaking into drunken chants of victory. The nymphs, though more refined, had let the night pull them in, their voices rising in song, their bodies swaying with the music.

At the head of it all, sitting on the raised dais, was the newly bound couple.

You still felt the weight of the magic binding you, a soft thrum against your skin that reminded you of what they had just done. You stole a glance at Katsuki, who sat beside you, crimson eyes scanning the crowd, his fingers drumming against the wooden armrest of his seat.

He was restless.

You could feel it, the tension in his body, the heat that radiated off him despite the coolness of the hall.

You swallowed, gripping the goblet in your hands as Mina flopped into the seat beside you.

“Gods, I thought that ceremony was never going to end,” Mina groaned dramatically, pouring herself another drink before nudging your arm. “You looked stunning, though. And the way he looked at you—” She wiggled her brows. “Like a dragon ready to devour his offering.”

Your face warmed. “Mina—”

The pink-haired warrior grinned. “Tell me, are you excited for the chase?”

You frowned. “The… chase?”

Mina blinked, and for a brief moment, she looked genuinely surprised that you didn’t know. But before she could press further, Denki came up behind you, dragging Sero along.

“There you two are!” Denki slurred slightly, plopping into a seat. “We were just about to start placing bets on whether or not Kirishima would drink that entire barrel of ale.”

Mina smirked. “Oh, I’d put ten gold pieces on him making it at least three-fourths of the way.”

“I say he passes out before then,” Sero added, throwing an arm over the back of his chair.

You couldn’t help but smile at them. In the weeks you’d spent adjusting to your new life, they had welcomed you into their circle without hesitation.

“The Queen is coming,” Sero interrupted, tilting his chin toward the front of the hall.

You turned just as Mitsuki Bakugo stopped in front of you.

You had seen little of the Dragon Queen in the past weeks, but she had been impossible to miss. She was a force—sharp-eyed, quick-tongued, and utterly unafraid to put Katsuki in his place.

Now, she stood before you—her new daughter-in-law, arms crossed, assessing.

The hall grew quieter.

“Well,” she said, “I suppose there are worse women my son could’ve married.”

The tension broke as Mina snorted into her drink, and Denki choked on his mead.

To your absolute shock, the Queen leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before stepping away and lifting a golden goblet.

Mitsuki turned to the crowd. “This marriage has bound two realms together in ways we could have never anticipated. And so, to honor this union, I officially recognise the treaty between the Dragon Kingdom and the Earth Nymph Kingdom. May it bring prosperity and power to us all.”

The room erupted in cheers. The Queen could barely hold in her smirk as she turned to you.

“But before we send the newlyweds off, there is still one tradition left to uphold.”

The rooars of approval were deafening, confusing at that because you weren't aware of this tradition, but Katsuki very much was. He stiffened, his body radiating restless energy, causing your stomach to drop

Mitsuki ran her fingers through your hair, and for the first time tonight, her grin was truly wicked.

“Daughter,” she said, “it is time for the chase.”

The hall erupted into cheers, the pounding of fists against wooden tables sending tremors through the floor. The warriors of the Dragon Kingdom roared their approval, while the nymphs exchanged curious glances, their court unfamiliar with this particular tradition.

You, however, sat frozen, your goblet held loosely in your grasp as your mind raced. Your stomach rippled with nerves, but before you could air out your confusion, Katsuki stood, you watched as he took his tunic off, as his muscles rippled against his tribal tattoos.

Your thighs clenched in anticipation. His aura was suffocating, and you still didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“For generations, the chase has been a rite of passage for the royal bloodline of the Dragon Kingdom,” the Queen announced, her voice ringing out over the gathered crowd. “A test of strength, speed, and above all—claim.”

You swallowed, your pulse hammering as the older blonde focused back on you. “Daughter, as our customs dictate, you will be granted a head start. You will run into the woods, and my son will hunt you down.” Her lips curled. “If he catches you, the wedding night begins.”

The hall erupted again.

Your eyes widened, you turned to Katsuki, who simply smirked as if he relished the idea of chasing you through the dark woods, of catching you, of—

Oh.

“Oh.”

Now it made sense why Mina had asked if you were excited. Why Katsuki had looked so restless all night. He’d been waiting for this.

Waiting to hunt you.

Your breath came faster, excitement and unease tangling in your chest. This was a game to them, a tradition, but the way Katsuki watched you made it clear—this wasn’t a game to him.

This was real.

And he intended to win.

Mitsuki raised her hand again. “Bride, rise.”

You did, slowly, your fingers curling into the fabric of you gown.

“Go,” Mitsuki said. “Run.”

The room exploded with noise—cheers, whistles, pounding fists. The scent of mead and smoke filled your nose as you stepped away from the table, your heart slamming against your ribs.

Your eyes lock onto your husband’s, and the feral look in his gaze sends a rush of heat pooling low in your stomach. Every nerve in your body screams at you to run. To flee. To play the game he so desperately craves.

So you do.

You don’t think twice before turning on your heel, your bare feet barely making a sound as you bolt from the great hall and into the wild embrace of the woods.

The night air is crisp against your overheated skin, but it does little to cool the fire that rages within you. The thrill of the chase—of knowing he is coming for you—sends adrenaline surging through your veins, pushing you forward. You weave between the trees, ducking low-hanging branches, the hem of your tattered wedding gown catching on underbrush as you move. The earth hums beneath your feet, answering your silent call. Vines coil and twist in your wake, rising from the dirt, stretching toward the sky to slow your hunter.

But you know better.

Katsuki doesn’t dodge obstacles.

He destroys them.

A thunderous roar splits the air behind you, raw and primal. The sound alone makes your legs falter, your heart slamming against your ribs. The ground quakes beneath the weight of his power, and then—chaos.

Wood splinters. Branches snap like brittle bones. The earth itself trembles as he barrels through the barriers you’ve placed, shattering them with sheer, brute force.

You force yourself faster, muscles burning, lungs screaming as you sprint toward the lake. The trees begin to thin, and the moonlight spills over the water’s surface like liquid silver. But the moment you burst from the treeline, you know you’ve made a mistake.

Too open.

Too exposed.

If you run into the lake, he will catch you. If you try to double back, he will still find you.

Think.

The answer comes in a breath.

With a flick of your wrist, the mist thickens. It rises from the water, curling around the trees, swallowing the forest in a veil of dense, ghostly white. You disappear within its embrace, pressing your back against the rough bark of an ancient tree, forcing your breath to slow.

Silence.

The stillness unsettles you.

You listen, straining to hear beyond the hammering of your own heart.

Then—nothing.

No snapping branches. No shifting leaves. Just the eerie quiet of the mist.

And that’s when you realise.

He’s already here.

A sharp gasp tears from your lips as arms encircle your waist, dragging you back against an unyielding wall of muscle. A calloused hand claps over your mouth, muffling the sound, while his breath fans against the nape of your neck.

The deep rumble of his voice sends a delicious shiver down your spine.

"If I didn't know any better, little nymph, I'd say you wanted me to catch you."

Your breath hitches as sharp teeth graze the sensitive skin of your throat, nipping, teasing. His free hand roams lower, skimming the curve of your waist before slipping beneath the torn fabric of your gown. The remnants of the chase cling to your body, tattered and ruined—just like he wants you.

A guttural growl vibrates against your skin as his fingers ghost along the inside of your thigh, barely brushing against where you ache for him most. The sound you make is somewhere between a whimper and a moan, your hips instinctively shifting closer to his touch.

“Fuck, Princess,” he rasps, his voice rough with restraint, thick with hunger. “You’re not makin’ this easy.”

Your fingers dig into his arms, feeling the heat rolling off his skin, the raw strength coiled beneath the surface. “I don’t plan to.”

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, dark and dangerous. His grip in your hair tightens, tugging just enough to make you gasp, exposing more of your throat to his waiting mouth.

His lips press against your pulse, his tongue flicking over the rapid thrum beneath your skin before he bites down—hard.

Your knees nearly give out.

A sharp, helpless moan escapes you as he soothes the sting with his tongue, his fingers pressing tighter against your thigh. He hasn’t even touched you properly yet, but your body is already betraying you, already drenched with want.

Then his hand finally slips between your thighs, fingers brushing against your slick folds.

He stills, his breath catches.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” he groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder. His fingers slide against your bare, dripping heat, and he curses again, voice rough with something close to agony. “You were like this all day?”

You hum, lips curving into a wicked smile as you trail your mouth along his jaw, the sharp stubble scraping against your soft skin. “Waiting for you,” you whisper.

Something in him must have snapped, because the next thing you knows, he’s pressing you harder against the tree, your leg hiked up over his hip, locking you against him. His hand moves with purpose now, fingers parting your folds, rubbing slow, torturous circles over your aching bud.

Your breath shudders, pleasure rolling through you in waves.

His lips brush against your ear, voice thick with a promise that has your core clenching around nothing.

“I am going to fucking ruin you.”

Your pulse pounds against your ribs. “Then do it.”

A sharp gasp shudders from your lips as Katsuki's fingers slide lower, pressing against your entrance but never quite giving you what you need. The heat between your thighs is unbearable, the ache unbearable, and yet he moves slow, teasing, savoring your frustration.

A growl rips from his chest, low and feral, before his mouth crashes into yours, claiming you with a desperation that sets your blood on fire. You don't remember how, but your body was now being pressed into the Earth as his fingers dug into your hips.

The last remnants of your dress are torn away with a sharp rip, the sound lost beneath the rustling of the trees. The night air is cool against your bare skin, but you barely register it.

He took his time, lips dragging down your neck, his teeth grazing your delicate skin before he bit down, leaving a mark—his mark. A deep shudder wracked through your body as he moved lower, his kisses slow, deliberate, like he wanted to memorise every inch of you with his tongue.

Your breath hitched when he reached your breasts, his mouth closing around one aching peak, his tongue swirling over the sensitive bud. You gasped, arching into him, fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished you with attention, sucking and teasing until you were trembling beneath him.

“You’re so fucking soft,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “Like you were made for me.”

You were already dizzy, his mouth continued its descent, lips ghosting over your stomach, his hot breath sending goosebumps trailing over your skin.

You jolted when his fingers grazed the apex of your thighs, your body instinctively clenching as a wave of nervous anticipation washed over you. Katsuki paused, crimson eyes flicking up to yours.

He could feel it—your innocence, the tension in your muscles, the way you held your breath. Fuck. It made him feral; you were completely innocent, and he was going to ruin you.

His fingers dipped lower, a slight groan leaving his lips. "Fuckin' soaked," he mutters, dragging his fingers through your slick folds, spreading your arousal until you're squirming against his grip. "Drippin’ for me, Princess. You got no idea how fuckin’ crazy that makes me."

You whimper, a sound that has his grip tightening in your hair, forcing your head back so he can kiss you. It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet.

Your breath hitches when his lips leave yours, trailing down your throat. He lingers over the mark he sucked onto your skin earlier, his tongue flicking over the bruised flesh, as if he wants to remind you—remind the gods themselves—who you belong to.

His voice is a whisper of sin against your collarbone. “I can't wait. 'Till I have you screamin’ my name so loud the heavens fuckin’ shake.”

A shiver races down your spine.

You roll your hips, grinding down onto his hand, trying to take more. He groans into your mouth, the sound raw and guttural, but still—he holds back.

“Beg,” he orders, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes, his own blazing with restraint. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

You used to be very prideful; you were the Princess of the ancient Earth Nymphs. You did not beg for anything, but your mind was hazy, your curls nodded against your head as you mumbled your response, already drunk on him like he was honeymead.

"Katsuki," you breathe, reaching behind you, fingers sliding into his messy blond hair, tugging just hard enough to make him groan. "Please."

The word is barely out of your mouth before he’s gripping your hips, his fingers pressing bruises into your skin.

You cry out, your head falling against the grass as he curls two thick fingers inside you, stretching, teasing, coaxing pleasure from deep within your core. His other hand slides up your spine, keeping you pinned as he fucks you with his fingers, the obscene sound of your arousal filling the quiet night.

“Fuck,” he grits out, watching the way your body reacts to him, the way you tighten around his fingers. "You’re so fuckin’ tight. Gonna be even tighter around my cock, huh?"

You moaned, the sound sinfully deligtful to his ears, the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. His eyes were blazed over, he pulled your leg over his shoulder as his face became present with your cunt.

Your face flushed from the intimacy, "Kat-- you shouln't--"

"Eh!? Don't tell me I'm not allowed to eat my bride's pussy."

Your head fell back, your curls fanned out against the damp grass as you felt his lips suck violently on your clit as his fingers continued to work an orgams out of you.

A strangled cry tears from your lips, your body arching off the forest floor as his tongue moves against you with devastating precision. Heat coils low in your stomach, winding tighter and tighter as he devours you like a man starved.

"Katsuki—" His name is a breathless plea, your fingers tangling in his unruly blond hair, pulling him closer, needing more.

“Fuck,” he growled, pulling back just enough to smirk up at her. “You sound so pretty when you moan for me.”

He groans against your soaked folds, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure crashing through you. His fingers don’t slow—curling, pressing against that devastating spot inside you while his tongue flicks over your clit, sucking, licking, worshiping.

"Shit," he rasps, pulling away just long enough to look up at you, his chin glistening with your slick. His crimson eyes are wild, pupils blown wide. "Taste like fuckin’ honey, baby."

Then he's back on you, tongue and fingers working in perfect, merciless rhythm. Your thighs tremble around his head, and your grip in his hair tightens, body writhing, pleasure building unbearably high—

Your fingers tangled in his hair, thighs quivering as he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it with a pressure that had you gasping, writhing beneath him.

You felt something coil deep in your belly, tight and urgent, your body winding up like a bowstring about to snap.

“Katsuki— I can’t—”

He groaned against you, his tongue flicking faster, harder. “Yes, you can,” he growled. “Let go for me, Princess.”

"Katsuki—fuck, I'm—"

"Do it," he growls against your heat. "Come on my tongue. Let me feel it."

A sharp cry rips from your throat as you shatter, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your body tenses, legs shaking as he coaxes every last tremor from you with slow, languid strokes of his tongue.

Katsuki pulled back, licking his lips, eyes dark with satisfaction. “So fucking sweet,” he muttered.

You barely register him moving, but suddenly, he's above you again, pressing his body against yours, caging you beneath him. Your eyes began to adjust, landing on his crimson gaze, his eyes uncharacteristically soft

He loved the contrast of your skin against his, the way your body flushed against him as you still tried to come down from your orgasm, but Katsuki wasn't a very patient man.

A soft groan left your lips, legs still shaking as you came down from your high. He hooked your leg over his waist, your eyes widened as you saw the size of his cock.

Fucking hell, how was that gonna fit? His chuckle filled your ears as he began coating himself in your wetness, your eyes rolling back softly as he continued to tease you.

"Don't worry, baby, it'll fit."

Katsuki drags the thick head of his cock through your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal. Every slow, teasing stroke against your swollen clit sends a fresh wave of pleasure rippling through you, making your body tremble beneath him. He smirks at your reaction, eyes dark with hunger, with need.

You whimper, rolling your hips against him, desperate for more. “Katsuki, please—”

He groans at your plea, gripping your thigh and hitching it higher against his waist, spreading you wider beneath him. His other hand slides up your body, fingers splaying across your stomach before trailing higher, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple. He watches your reaction, the way you arch into his touch, the way your breath catches.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth down your throat, over the curve of your breast, before latching onto your sensitive peak. He sucks, slow and deep, his tongue flicking over the bud until you’re gasping.

You pull him away from your skin, your eyes meeting his as your lips ghost over his. "Fuck me,” you breathe, the words tumbling past your lips before you can stop them. “Take me, Katsuki.”

A guttural sound rips from his throat, and then—

He sinks into you.

Your mouth parts on a silent gasp, your back arching as he stretches you open, filling you inch by agonizing inch. The burn is sharp, but the pleasure? The pleasure is devastating.

“Shit—” Katsuki’s voice is strained, shaking as he fights to hold himself together. He stills, buried to the hilt inside you, his arms trembling from the effort of keeping himself in check. “You’re—fuck, baby, you’re so tight.”

You feel it too—the way he’s stretching you, the way your body struggles to accommodate his size. But the pain is already melting into something else entirely.

Katsuki groans, his grip bruising as he sets a rhythm that has you gasping, clinging to him, meeting every thrust with desperate, rolling hips. The sound of skin meeting skin echoes through the trees, mingling with the ragged moans that spill from your lips.

“You were fuckin’ made for me,” he growls against your throat, his teeth scraping against the delicate skin. “This pussy—fuck—this perfect, tight little pussy is mine.”

Yours.

The word echoes through your mind, through your very soul.

Yours. Yours. Yours.

Your hands tangle in his wild blond hair, your lips crashing against his in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, desperate and consuming. He drinks you in, swallows your moans, his hips slamming against yours in deep, punishing strokes.

He feels the way your walls flutter around him, the way you’re teetering on the edge, ready to fall apart in his arms.

His fingers drop between your bodies, finding your swollen clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles.

You don't even realise it before it's too late; you shatter, pleasure crashing over you in violent, breathtaking waves. Your vision goes white, your body clenching down on him, dragging him over the edge with you.

Katsuki groans, his rhythm faltering, his grip on your hips bruising as he thrusts deep one last time, burying himself inside you as he spills into you with a low, shuddering moan.

The world is silent except for the sound of your mingled breaths, the quiet hum of the forest around you. The night is still, the mist curling lazily over the lake, the moon bearing witness to the union that has sealed your fate.

Katsuki stays there, forehead pressed against yours, his breath ragged, his heart hammering against your own. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together, grounding you both in the aftermath.

He presses a kiss to your temple, soft and lingering, "You were mine the momen't I laid eyes on you, but now, nothing can take you away from me."

Your lashes flutter against your skin as you stare up at him, the hum of your magic coursing through your body as you softly clenched around him.

Your lips caught between your teeth as you could feel the difance welling up in you. You knew you were his; you had fallen for him long before the wedding, but that didn't mean you would make it easy for him.

Your brows raised, your fingers running down his bicep, "You must not have done a very good job at claiming me then, Barbarian, because I still don't feel like yours."

You could feel the excitement and nervousness bubble in you as you watched his eyes completely darken, the sound of your giggles echoed through the forest as he roughly turned you over, your fingers dug into the Earth as he pulled your ass up.

"Yeah? Seems like I'm gonna have to claim you over and over again, your Highness."

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quillsnink · 6 months ago

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When Chris comes across fanfiction you've written about him

A/N : Hope you like this silly scenario haha. Picture credit goes to the owner. On that note, I wonder if Chan has a secret Tumblr account haha, I wouldn't put it past him.

• It was Chris' day off and he was lying on his bed under the blanket with his phone in his hand, scrolling through his private Instagram that only his close ones knew of and the one he used to stalk his fans.

• As usual, it was his favourite hobby to stalk Stays online, always curious to see what Stays were up to. He was scrolling through edit after edit, some where he was being the adorable Channie and "cute as a button", according to Stays' language, not his, and others where he was in full on wildin' in Christopher mode on stage.

• He chuckled at some of the comments made by Stays and felt shy at the same time. What he gathered was one group of people found him super adorable (he wondered how on earth could people find him adorable when there were the other members in the group) while other Stays were thirsty, each comment made him flustered and left him red in the face, it was like he was in his own episode of Thirst Tweets.

• He scrolled down next to find your fanfiction titled "Dangerous Alliances" pt 15. It was a fanfiction about him. He was intrigued to read it especially seeing the dark edit of himself in a black suit.

• He was fascinated by the way you portrayed him as a powerful and the most feared mafia boss, mysterious and alluring, surrounded by danger. He was used to being seen as the leader and "protective older brother" type, but the idea of him being a dangerous mafia boss was a wild twist to his personality.

• As he starts reading from part 1, he raises his eyebrows at your gritty and intense portrayal of him, surrounded by his seven trusted men, as in the rest of Stray Kids, each one had a different and important role. In the story he had a painful past and he also discovered that his parents were a part of the mafia in the past. He was back and had risen up the ranks.

• As he read on, though, he’d become more intrigued, maybe even amused, secretly flattered by your imaginative take on his character. He’d never imagined anyone thinking of him that way, the dark brooding mafia boss with a dangerous aura only soft for his seven friends and the reader who was not from the mafia but was just as daring and didn't even hesitate to take a bullet for him by his enemy and almost had seen death in the face (his world had almost collapsed that day but he was so so so relieved you were alive).

• Wow, he thought, the female lead here is strong and intense and fiercely loyal to his mafia character and takes no shit as he read the part where your character, the reader, had come back and threatened the enemy that whoever hurt Chris would have her to deal with her, and you had eliminated the threat that made the other mafia families treat you with respect and fear and see you as a force to be reckoned with and not just Chris' lover or just some woman.

• Chan would seriously be impressed by how you turned him into a powerful, mysterious figure, even if it’s such a different side of him. Part of him would want to laugh it off, but he’d find himself getting invested in the storyline, wondering what’s going to happen next. He was shocked when it was revealed that the reader actually was a lost mafia princess on a mission, and that she was seducing him just to eliminate him and all that bullet taking for him was all an act.

• Chris was reading with two eyebrows raised now, completely lost in the storyline. He was eager to know what happened next and kind of wanted a happy ending only to discover that part 16 was not yet posted. He saved the posts and followed your account,clearly wanting to read the next part as soon as it was released.

• After reading, Chan would decide to leave a supportive, playful comment, making sure to stay in character as a fan without giving himself away.

• @ cblurking97 : "OMG, I LOVE this version of Chan! 😳 The way you wrote him as this powerful, feared mafia boss is so intense—it’s like he’s a completely different person! I bet the real Chan would be so shocked if he saw this. 😂 And the twist 😳. Keep it up, author ! You’ve got me hooked!! 👏🔥 I do hope it's a happy ending though 😅".

• Chris would chuckle after posting, secretly entertained by the idea of encouraging you in disguise. He’d feel a bit mischievous, knowing you’d never suspect the actual person you were writing about was hyping you up in the comments.

• Chan would be thoroughly amused by his anonymous support. Part of him would feel proud that someone could see his leadership qualities in such an intense light, even if the setting was a bit extreme.

• His thoughts after commenting would be something like "well, that’s one way to think of me, but wow, this person is really talented… I wonder how the story will end."

• He’d quietly enjoy the way you’d brought such a unique version of him to life and rooting for you as a "fellow fan" from afar, looking forward to the plot development.

A/N : Hope you liked it. Do like, comment, reblog and follow if you did. The rest of my masterlist is here.

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chaosmax · 1 year ago

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Many thanks to @rewuyuu for the commission!

hello everyone do you have a moment to learn about Sampo and Jing Yuan friendship propaganda because IN THIS ESSAY I WILL--

(based on that one Jason Momoa meme, because this is so their energy)

Edit: said essay--

(obligatory these are just personal headcanons of a friend and mine other interpretations are valid)

-They both go :3 they are both some of the few characters that make that face and it is adorable.

-They both conceal their true deeper feelings behind teehee funny man/lax eepy personas [this is assuming the Funny Bone video is canon to Sampo. It was made for Hoyofair but Hoyoverse showcased it in the Live concert event so I consider that canon until Hoyoverse says otherwise]

-On the topic of that both had a tight-knit group of friends they hung out with when they were younger and were ride or die with. Unfortunately, this turned out to be die as all of their friends died (some of the HCQ are still alive but are either reincarnated or so changed/driven mad from Mara the version Jing Yuan knew had died) while Sampo and Jing Yuan were the only one out of their pals to survive.

-But both had to move on and continue to anyway, whether they wanted to or not

-Due to these things in common they would understand and relate to each other in a deep, meaningful way that few others in their lives could. There would be a certain level of liberty to their friendship because of it. They'd be able to release pent-up emotions and trauma as well as sympathize and empathize with each other. They'd be able to support each other and trust each other with the burdens of their pasts because of it. While not easy for these topics to come up initially, once they did they would find a safe space in each other for these topics. And from this would form a strong bond of trust.

-Not to mention Sampo would be a great way for master strategist ™️ Jing Yuan to keep tabs on what is happening throughout the galaxy in other places or gain valuable information for the Xianzhou Alliance. AND as Jing Yuan has expressed a lot his daily life is quite boring and loves to hear tales from the Astral Express's adventures he'd also love to hear all the wild antics Sampo gets up to because you KNOW Sampo has some wild tales to tell

-In happier news Sampo is very outwardly mischievous while Jing Yuan is also hella sneaky but in a different way usually. But when put together they bring out the utter gremlin in each other and are constantly messing with each other or having a prank war but it's all in good fun. It makes them both genuinely laugh a lot, breathing new life into their days.

-Also Mimi is either really affectionate with Sampo or bullying him (safely and gently) but it freaks Sampo out because she so beeeg. Jing Yuan finds it hilarious.

#honkai star rail #jing yuan #sampo koski #hsr #listen i am SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM #commissioned art #they would mess with each other a lot- but all in good fun and make each other laugh a ton #yet also trust each other with their lives and feel much more free to talk about things they feel they cant #with basically anyone else because of their own circumstances #also like. wowza they both had a tight group of friends that all died/essentially died when they were younger #and they were the only one out of them left standing and something about that just HITS ME #they can found a survivors guilt support group TwT

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imagionationstation · 3 months ago

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I have an idea: what would have happened if Donnie got mind controlled instead of Raph in that one scene in Clash Of The Mutanimals?

“That one scene”

See, my first thought was to do an analysis but then I realized that an analysis on a scene that I could very easily rewrite to answer what is very clearly a prompt (and I will accept it as nothing else) would be less fun. And, I mean, you can’t start in the middle of the story.

You gotta flip back a few pages to get the better picture.

So you get two scenes!!

When Donnie wakes up, his thoughts are sluggish.

Everything blends into one another, hazing his world as he brings a hand to his face. He smashes it against skin, trying to wake up his brain. He’s on his knees. He’s on his knees in a- he opens his eyes, giving the room a lost look- a red room?

“…Where… Am I?” He rubs again, frustrated by the lack of compliance, trying to remember how he got here or why there’s a little fluttering sound from somewhere behind him-

Something thuds, quietly. He drops his hand, looking towards it.

His eyes widen. Shredder puts on his helmet.

“Your new home, mutant.”

Nope, nope, nope, nope to that-

Donnie scrambles to his feet, turning around-

Tiger Claw is there, blade held up to his plastron.

Donnie’s bo finds its way to his hands, knocking it away as he steps back. It’s a long range weapon, awful in close quarters- but now he’s��closer to Shredder.

His eyes immediately go up to scan the room, looking for another exit plan-

“Drop the staff.”

Donnie does. Then he panics, going for it-

“Leave it.”

His muscles lock up. He wants to reach for it but he doesn’t. He can’t move. He can’t get so much of a twitch out of his fingers, hand beginning to shake from the strain. He can’t reach it he can’t pick it up why can’t he reach it-

He can’t reach it and Shredder’s behind him- he’sbehindhim- and goosebumps smear down his skin with his presence- it’s not working- so Donnie aborts.

Donnie abandons his staff and goes for the kunai in his belt, spinning around and going for the neck-

“Stop.”

Donnie stops. He stops the whole motion, dropping any pretense of continuing so he can step back and gasp, “What did you do to me?”

Shredder looks at Stockman, “None of the others had these results.”

“No.” Stockman agrees. Donnie’s head hurts, a dizzying kind of pain as tries to remember how he got here. Who are these others? Where are his brothers? What happened to his brothers? “We had the psychic within the second command.”

Psychic?! April?!

Shredder looks at him. The intense feeling of vulnerability returns under his stare and his eyes dart to the door across the room.

“Come to me.”

Oh no-

Donnie does, pain blossoming with every step that he fights. So he stops fighting, legs stopping him right in front of the horror of many nightmares, and he whispers, “What did you do to me?”

“I changed your alliance.” He responds cooly. “Your loyalties belong to me now.”

His heart pulsates. Pinprick eyes narrow. “No.”

“Yes.” He leans closer. “Bow to me.”

His muscles lock again, only this time, it’s his intention. He refuses to get down, refuses to bow before another master- no matter how hot the fire in his brain is, no matter how much it hurts- he won’t make him he can’t make him he’s stronger than-

“Bow.” Shredder booms as his voice darkens. “Now.”

The fire explodes, raining down on everything. He wants to scream.

Silently, swiftly, he falls to his knees, head bowed low.

“Good.” Shredder says. “Look at me.”

He looks up, eyes a soulless white.

“Grab your weapon.” Shredder releases the blades of his gauntlet as he stands. “And attack me.”

Leo is all too relieved to find Donnie alive.

When Leatherhead breaks through the gate, his younger brother has positioned himself on one of the statues. He isn’t bothered by the crash, continuing to fire one of Tiger Claw’s weapons at Shredder. Admist them, he throws down a smoke bomb.

It lands under his feet, exploding and sending him into his back.

Donnie pounces with Raph and Mikey’s overjoyed cries, “Woah, Donnie!” “Go Dee!” but Leo notices how he lands on the armor, how a gauntlet blade slices against his ankle and he doesn’t even react.

He’s never seen him that- focused before.

That doesn’t matter now, because Donnie has the gun pointed at the flesh of his face and he’s not firing, “Donnie! Do it! End this!”

Donnie doesn’t move or even react to his voice, and their brothers look to Leo as their leader scans for any other threats, anything that might be holding him back.

Raph bursts, “What is he waiting for?!”

Donnie turns, and he steps off, setting the ray in Shredder’s outstretched hand when he rises.

Shredder laughs.

Leo can’t take his eyes off his little brother.

“Donatello is mine now to control.”

The gate slams shut behind them. Leo’s heart pounds.

“As are your other mutant friends.”

The mutanimals come out of their respective places behind the statues. Raph’s worried voice calls, “Slash!”

Slash looks at Raph and he raises his mace. Leo reaches out a hand to the side, a means of comfort and a warning to stay still, as Tiger Claw preens, “No escape for you, reptiles.”

Shredder holds out the weapon to his second-in-command. Donnie pulls out his staff, unsheathing the blade.

“Donnie?” Mikey asks, a tremor in his voice.

Donnie doesn’t acknowledge it, moving beside Shredder.

“Now.” Shredder announces. “Let us welcome you properly.”

Leo doesn’t give him the chance. He bolts to the front of the group, launching himself at the monster that stole his little brother.

Shredder doesn’t move.

Donnie does.

He places himself as a boundary between Leo and Shredder, catching his katanas before they can hit. Leo has no choice but to throw himself away, snapping, “Donnie! Back off!” He reorients himself, hitting the ground. “Shredder’s the enemy!”

“My allegiance does not lie with you.” He responds simply. “Nor does my loyalty.”

Then Donnie’s crossing the distance, whirling his staff and throwing himself at Leo. Leo goes to meet him halfway, determined to knock him off his feet long enough to get through to him, startled by how different every move is.

There’s no hesitation to each blow, no extra care taken to prevent injury or calculation made to get the best outcome. He reacts every time, practically taking off Leo’s head and limbs more than once, only prevented by his quick reaction time. If he’s being perfectly honest with himself, he’s normally one step ahead, but now he can barely keep up. He’s forced to neglect their surroundings to focus on each blow, hoping that he can trust their brothers to handle their own.

Then his katanas are embedded in Donnie’s staff and Donnie’s knee is coming up to catch his chin. He stumbles, realizing too late that he left his blades behind.

Donnie tears them out and throws them out of reach.

Leo knows he won’t last two seconds unarmed so he puts distance between them, getting to the top of one of the statues. Donnie doesn’t follow, watching from the ground, and Leo uses the breathing room to reach for his brother. “Donnie! This isn’t you! Think about it! You’ve got to break Shredder’s control!”

“I am thinking clearly.” His little brother’s voice in unnatural, bland and bored in tone. “And I do not align with you anymore.”

Leo points at the monster watching, baffled. “I’m your brother! That’s the Shredder!”

“I don’t care what you think.” Donnie plants his staff on the ground. “I do not follow you anymore, Leonardo. Accept it.”

“No.” Leo snarls as he throws one of the weapons embedded in the statue’s head, taking the trident with him. “Never.”

Donnie throws the first away, barely able to stop the trident with his bo. Leo presses down hard. Donnie’s expression changes and his eyes narrow, suddenly dropping the protective stance.

“Woah!” Leo’s blade almost crashes into his forehead, but he catches it before it scrapes skin. They stare at one another, frozen, and Donnie states, “There. A weakness.”

He brings his staff up, knocking the blade away from his face, and then takes off.

Obviously, Leo follows him, and watches as he throws himself into Leatherhead’s and Slash’s battle. He jumps in the way of the mace and Slash hits him without blinking. He goes flying, and Leo screams, “LEATHERHEAD!”

Leatherhead throws him. He reaches his brother, arms around him, taking the combined blow of them both slamming into the gate. Donnie doesn’t hesitate, spinning around to shove the throwing star in his hand into Leo’s shoulder.

Leo catches his wrist, hissing, “Donnie-”

Donnie elbows him in the gut and takes off.

He runs towards Rockwell and Raph as the psychic mutant tries to impale their brother with his own sais. Donnie jumps up as they fly through the air. Leo grabs his legs, dragging them back down before they can impale him.

Donnie swerves for him, staff coming down on his skull as they hit the ground, but Leo releases and rolls. Then he tackles his younger brother before he can try that idiocy again, trapping both arms against the ground, “Donnie! Stop this madness!”

Donnie grits his teeth, each thrashing movement more intense than the last. “No!”

“Yes!” He doesn’t let up. “You’re his puppet! Can’t you see that?”

“Let me go!”

“Snap out of it!”

“Leo, please!” He begs. “You’re hurting me!”

Leo’s world tilts the wrong way, panic searing straight from his heart and into his brain, apology on the tip of his tongue. But he swallows it because Donnie’s eyes do not match his tone, cold and hard in a way that can never rule or not define his passionate little brother.

“Are you-” It hits him. “-are you trying to manipulate me?”

Donnie raises an eye ridge, pausing in his struggle. “What took you so long?”

Leo’s chest burns. So that’s the play? Really? Fine.

“I can’t believe you.” Leo tears himself away, putting distance between them. He turns back to his brother as he spins his staff. “I can’t believe you would do that!”

Donnie moves a few steps. Leo refuses to follow, “You’ve been with Shredder all of five minutes and this is the monster he turns you into?”

A pause, “I am no different.”

“You bet you are.” He growls. “I thought better of you. But I should have known. Of course you can’t stop this! You’re not strong enough! I can’t believe you’d disappoint me like this.”

His stance falters. “What?”

Leo steps towards him, never breaking their gaze. “You heard me. You’re a disappointment, Donatello.”

The staff slips from his fingers. He pushes, “You want to stay here? By all means! Stay! I won’t waste any energy stopping you.”

There are tears in blank eyes. Leo turns away.

A final nail in the coffin, he shouts. “Have fun with your new clan. Today, you are no longer my brother!”

Leo runs. Donnie gasps, “Leo, wait-!”

He chokes and Leo spins around in an instant.

He’s by his side as he hits his knees, gagging the brainworm onto the ground. Leo stabs it as it squirms, setting his attention on his little brother, hands on shaking shoulders. “Donnie?”

“I’m sorry,” He whimpers, looking up, face streaked with tears. “I’m sorry I’m sorryI’msorryImsorry-”

“Nonono-“ Leo hugs him, tight, his little brother’s head on his shoulder. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. I didn’t mean a single word I said- I swear, I didn’t.

“I couldn’t-“ His breath hitches. “I couldn’t stop-“

“I know.” He says gently. “I know I know- I went too far. I just wanted to snap you out of it and I wanted to get you back. You’re my brother, you never disappointed me, and I’d never leave without you. I wanted you back. I just wanted you back.”

Donnie pulls away, looking him in the eyes, desperation visible, “Really?”

“I promise.” Leo squeezes his arm. “I swear on my life.”

He swallows, breath hitching, brushing at his face.

Leo gets to his feet. “GUYS! GET THEM UPSET! FEELING SOMETHING SNAPS THEM OUT OF IT!”

“GOOD!” Raph calls back. “RIGHT UP MY ALLEY!”

Leo looks to Donnie. His younger brother exhales softly, brown eyes lingering uncomfortably on the brainworm.

He holds out his hand. Tired eyes look up.

“He’s not the only one.” Leo jokes, lightly. “Why don’t I make it up to you?”

He pulls his little brother to his feet.

“Oh yeah?”

He smirks. “Help me take down the Shredder?”

Determination sparks, lighting up his gaze, strengthening his stance.

“Let’s bash his face in.”

Leo’s never felt prouder.

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burningmoonus · 3 months ago

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On the survey I asked the developers to add some VAMPIRE themed cards.

And here what I thought about.

WARNING!!! a lot of mistakes,probably, I'm sorry

Imagine Mc is a vampire like Kathrine Pierce from tvd. The cards are happening in like 17-18 th century or something like this.

So she meets the boys.

1. Xavier -a vampire prince who hides that he's a vampire but mc founds out accidentally. Bc they were childhood friends, and she was terminally ill and was slowly dying, but xavier turned her. So they form an alliance bc they are both vampires, and no one would understand them. They even plan on either getting married or running away together, but royal duties need Xavier to marry a royal person, but mc is not royal and xavier only wants her. But a family of the royal daughter that wants xavier to marry their daughter sends an assassin after her. So, mc's vampire identity was released to the public, and Xaviers family orders to kill mc bc she's vampire, and xavier is like, nuh, uh. They try to run away but mc wanted a good life for xavier, so she sacrifices herself for him having a good life or sumn.

2.Zayne- (mc just got turned or something) a doctor, something like Carlisle from Twilight BUT stay with me!!! He teaches her how to live as a vampire, and they start to live together, BUT there's a kicker!!!! People found out, and they HATE vampires, so they haunt them down, and they die in each other's hands (mhm angst, I love itttt)

3.Rafayel-Mc turns Rafayel (STAY WITH ME HERE) but it was an accident?!?!?!?! She just wanted to drink some of his blood but got carried away and turned him in the vampire. But she didn't know that she turned him into a vampire. So imagine the shock on her face when she wakes up(yes, she sleeps, leave me alone) with him staring at her sitting in a chair, all broody and moody. So he starts to live with her, tey all lovey dovey. Rafayel found some of the mc old letters to her dead lover. (Turns out her lover was Rafayel, but he died?idk im out of ideas), so Rafayel wants to give her colorful happy long life, but mc has no desire to keep on living. So one day he finds a letter on his bed from mc, saying goodbyes etc. So Rafayel keeps on looking for her in every person until he goes insane and people kill him

4.Sylus-A vampire who found mc almost dead, but he decided to turn her into a vampire. He taught her how to appreciate her new life, so they live together(pretty much Rosalie and Emmett from Twilight), but whoever "killed" mc sees her alive and like:damn, is she a witch? So, they send ppl after her claiming that she's a witch. But Sylus wouldn't let anyone touch her. So, he kills them before they try to hurt her but he gets hurt really bad and dies(😳😲). But mc keeps on living. So she finds him a future as she visits some sport event where he participates(boxing match?)but he doesn't remember her so mc is hurt and stuff....That's it!!!!!

5.Caleb- would be a vampire hunter who tries to catch mc bc there's a bounty on her head. They go back and forth until they fall in love, but that's infold, so there'd be angst!!!! Like maybe mc dying in the sunlight or someone kills her, but before she dies, she turns caleb into a vampire, but now he's cursed to spend entirety alone (yes, I hate happiness)

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hangesdarling · 4 months ago

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could u make Hange × reader who reader gets shot instead of Sasha when gabi and falco invade the plane?? (angst pliss)

mourner — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. You were shot after the attack on Liberio. CONTENT. angst, death, grief (lmk what else) WORD COUNT. 900+ A/N. this is a bit short, i’d like to improve it in the future

The distant explosions were overpowered by the sound of the engine as the vehicle flew away. You brought the shotgun back to your side, sighing, closing your eyes as you convinced yourself that this was for the Survey Corps. For Eldia.

A smile crept on your lips as a brighter future played on your eyelids. After this war, Hange promised you a life away from violence and destruction. Sure, it will take time to adjust considering the life you both grew up with. But it was a life to fight for, despite the lives taken by each bullet from your gun.

I'll do anything for us to be happy, you once told them.

The soldiers gathered on the ship. Now that Eren was back and alliances had been formed, it was time to go back to Paradis to set the next plan.

Being near the open doors stirred discomfort inside you. So you moved away, eyes searching for your lover and trying to distinguish their voice from the crowd.

Eventually, you spotted the top of their head, their dark hair gathered into a bun. You waved a hand, a soft smile on your lips.

"Hans, I think Armin was calling you inside earlier. Probably something important," you called.

"Oh, right. I almost forgot. I'll be back in a minute," they answered and disappeared into a nearby door.

Take care, the remark died on your lips as they swiftly went back inside to hear about the succeeding operations.

A scream ripped through the back of the crowd from where you stood. No one had anticipated another attack, especially from a child carrying a gun. The soldiers dispersed, their hands too late to reach for their guns as a gunshot rippled across the room.

The pain that shot through your ribs had been manageable for the first few seconds. But as soon as you fell on the ground, a desperate battle to catch your breath ensued as though your lungs were filling with blood, the hole releasing a great dam. It felt like drowning after being speared except all that filled your senses were your blood, thick, warm, once alive.

As if your situation can't get any worse, the gunshot fired right when Hange emerged from the door. It was deafening, and cold, their skin erupted in gooseflesh. The realization took seconds to set in, the dispersing crowd allowing them a sight of you. The soldiers' hidden fear of their commander resurfaced as Hange stepped through the crowd.

Hange's head snapped towards the two unfamiliar figures on the plane, using their good eye to aim and shoot without hesitation. Their vision was too clouded, their mind failing to register who or what it was that killed you. Even if it was an animal or a monster, they wouldn't have known.

Die, damnit!

Hange's mind raced with that angry current of thought until Jean had to drag them back and force their gun away from their grip.

"Commander, please—"

"SHUT UP!" Hange said in an outburst, pulling their gun once more to take their aim. The current of thought sparked and resurfaced, putting a veil over their reason. But when Hange aimed for the kill for one last time, they gasped and fell back, dropping the gun.

Those figures they had been ruthlessly aiming at earlier were children, in each other's arms as if protecting each other from a barrage that would follow. One had huge fearful eyes, while the other had a desperate and angry gaze. Nonetheless, they are both wounded and huddled in a corner, escaping those bullets with a few wounds by luck.

Hange's fist clenched. They were disoriented, their eye red and hands itching for a violent release. But they heard your voice, the guiding compass in their head that sets them right.

They thought they were strong. They thought they could handle your loss. That's what you would have wanted anyway.

When a soldier brought Gabi to them, Hange only looked away and muttered, "Get her out of here. Quickly, before I do something I'll regret."

Being a Commander, the purpose of advocating for peace and freedom slowly diminished from their mind. Whenever they place a fist against their chest, they feel nothing but hollowness as though nothing was inside. They buried their heart with you, and everything else slowly followed. A slow rot, a painful decay. At some point in the future, Eldia will achieve peace. Soon, everyone will forget, the long years of suffering and sacrifice will be stuck in history books.

Hange never left your grave, rooted every day on a spot near your headstone. When they gaze out by the balcony window, they're always tempted to reach the ground. To jump out and try to play with the odds of which fall would lead them back to you. However, every time they get close enough to the edge, they hear your reprimanding voice, your desperate touch, your sobs and tears. Hange withdraws from the railing, falling back to the floor, all the sobs they couldn't let out transpiring into an agonized scream that didn't sound like them. It was a voice by agony itself possessing their soul. It burned their throat, it pained their chest. But all they could do was crawl back to the room you once shared and drown in the comfort of alcohol.

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated, sweethearts <3

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aventurineswife · 5 months ago

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A Sip Too Far

Summary: You confront Jing Yuan when you see him drunk, expressing your disdain for alcohol and how it affects people. Despite the tension, Jing Yuan opens up about the burdens he carries, and you learn to understand his need for release while still maintaining your aversion to drinking.

Tags: @crownedwizard, Yuan x Reader, Teen!Reader, Platonic relationship, Respect and confrontation, Alcohol aversion, Slight angst, Healing and understanding, Lighthearted moments.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption, Light angst, Brief rudeness/disrespectful behavior (toward Jing Yuan, though resolved), Possible mild frustration or tension between characters.

The bustling air of the Cloud Knights' gathering hall on the Xianzhou Luofu was alive with voices, laughter, and clinking glasses. The evening had begun as a lighthearted celebration, with various factions within the Alliance coming together to honor their recent victories. However, for you, the celebration felt more like a suffocating weight than a joyous occasion.

You leaned against the stone railing, arms crossed tightly over your chest, scanning the crowd with sharp, discerning eyes. The clinking of glasses echoed in the distance, and the laughter of your comrades was loud and carefree, but none of it brought you comfort. In fact, it made your skin crawl.

You hated alcohol. The way it dulled minds, destroyed focus, and led people to act foolishly—it grated against your very core. You could never understand how people could drink so freely, so carelessly. And you loathed how it turned the most composed individuals into loud, bumbling messes.

And that was exactly what was happening now.

You noticed Jing Yuan across the room, his usual calm demeanor softened by the effects of too many glasses of wine. His eyes, once sharp and calculating, now glinted with a hazy warmth. He was surrounded by the other Arbiter-Generals, engaged in some casual conversation, though his words were becoming slower and less coherent with each passing minute.

You felt a pang of frustration. Jing Yuan, the very man who had commanded respect through his sharp foresight and composed leadership, now seemed to be unraveling before your eyes, all because of something so simple as alcohol. The thought made your stomach turn.

You walked over, your footsteps purposeful and firm. When you reached him, he grinned at you, though the smile was a little too wide, a little too unsteady. “Ah, [Name], my young friend. Come join us! We’re celebrating, after all!” His voice was warm but slurred, his hand lazily lifting his cup to you as though it were the most normal thing in the world.

You froze for a moment, your gaze fixed on the glass in his hand. The sight of it, the content of it, made something inside you snap. It was as if the very image of Jing Yuan—someone you deeply respected—was tarnished by the alcohol. You couldn't keep the disdain from your voice. “I don’t want to join your little celebration, Jing Yuan. Not while you’re like this.”

Jing Yuan blinked, a laugh bubbling up from his throat. "What do you mean, [Name]? I’m just... enjoying myself. A little wine never hurt anyone."

“No,” you snapped, your voice colder than you intended. “It turns you into a fool. You know better than this. You’re supposed to be the ‘Divine Foresight,’ a man who commands respect, not someone who can’t even hold his liquor.”

The words stung more than you’d planned. You had never been one to mince words, but now, seeing his eyes waver with a hint of hurt, you felt a brief moment of guilt. Still, the anger in your chest refused to subside.

Jing Yuan’s smile faltered for a brief second, his eyes studying you intently. “You... really don’t like drinking, do you?”

“No, I don’t,” you replied bluntly, turning away from him, your tone now laced with disgust. “And I don’t like seeing people I look up to like you act like this.” You threw a glance over your shoulder, making sure your words had hit home. “I’ll be over there if you decide to stop embarrassing yourself.”

With that, you stalked off, leaving Jing Yuan standing there, his expression unreadable. The room seemed to grow quieter in your wake, but your focus was elsewhere—on the shadows in the corner where you could gather your thoughts, away from the noise and the clinking of glasses.

It wasn’t long before you heard footsteps approaching. You tensed, expecting some kind of reprimand or even worse, pity. Instead, you felt the presence of Jing Yuan standing beside you, no words exchanged at first. He simply stood there, his golden eyes reflecting an odd mix of amusement and understanding.

“You know, you don’t have to treat me like I’m a child,” he finally said, his voice now softer, though there was still the slightest hint of slurring. “I’m perfectly capable of making my own choices.”

You didn't meet his gaze. “That’s the problem, Jing Yuan. You are capable of making your own choices. And you’re choosing to throw everything away with a simple glass of wine. It’s beneath you.”

He sighed, long and deep, like he was weighing your words carefully. “I’m not trying to throw anything away, [Name]. Sometimes... sometimes I just need to forget for a moment. The weight of all those years, all those battles, the people I’ve lost...” His voice trailed off, and you saw a flicker of something deeper in his eyes, a weariness that you hadn’t noticed before.

You fell silent, your irritation cooling just slightly. You didn’t speak for a long time, the air between you both heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Finally, you turned to face him, your expression softening, though you kept your distance. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just... can’t stand seeing people I care about lose themselves like this.”

Jing Yuan smiled gently, his posture shifting as if to reassure you. “I understand. You’re protective, and I can respect that.” He paused for a moment, before adding with a small chuckle, “But you have to admit, [Name], I’m not as helpless as you think. A little bit of wine won’t stop me from getting back to my duties.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the sincerity in his voice, despite the slight waver. “I know. But maybe... next time, just take it easy. You’re still the ‘Divine Foresight’ to me, even if you’ve had a bit too much wine.”

He winked at you, his usual calm composure returning, and nodded. “Next time, I promise I’ll stick to tea.”

With that, you allowed yourself to relax a little, knowing that even though Jing Yuan had his moments of folly, his wisdom was as unshakable as ever. Perhaps you could learn to give him a little grace when it came to letting loose every now and then.

As for the alcohol? Well, that was still something you’d rather avoid entirely.

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welldonekhushi · 7 months ago

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"Bell" in Black Ops 6

So here's the design of my Bell, now Vasili for Call of Duty: Black Ops 6! And yes, you guessed it right. After the events of the Solovetsky Ending, Bell survives from Adler's gunshot. Lore about him is beneath the cut!

⚠️ MAJOR BO6 SPOILERS! Please don't scroll down this post if you haven't played/watched the gameplay yet!

VASILI "BELL" SOKOLOV: IN GULF WAR

After the tumultuous events of the Cold War, Bell—later known as Vasili—went into hiding. The KGB had branded him a traitor, accusing him of assassinating their General, and he knew they would stop at nothing to eliminate him. In his search for sanctuary, he found an unlikely ally: the Pantheon. They had uncovered his name within the CIA's intelligence records, and his unique skills and background quickly caught their interest. Recognizing his potential as a valuable asset, they extended an invitation into their secretive ranks.

As Vasili integrated into the Pantheon, he learned more about their objectives, including a sinister plan to paint Adler, his former handler, as a traitor. This revelation stirred a deep-seated resolve within him. Vasili saw the situation as an opportunity to settle his personal score with Adler — a man he had every reason to make him pay for what he did to him in the past.

The Pantheon offered him a permanent role, but Vasili declined, choosing instead to remain a distant operative, working covertly within the organization to preserve his autonomy. Amidst joining after such an opportunity, he cared little for the Pantheon’s ambitions; his sole focus was revenge on Adler. And if it ever came to betray his newfound allies, Vasili knew he had no qualms, for they shared no loyalty beyond mutual convenience.

Russell Adler publicly claimed to have killed Bell during the Solovetsky mission, where they faced Perseus. Yet it was a chilling shock to Adler and his team when rumors surfaced of Bell’s survival—alive, reborn as Vasili, and actively working within the Pantheon. The ghost from their past had returned, more relentless and dangerous than ever before.

Speculation surrounds Vasili's possible connections to Jane Harrow, the enigmatic leader of the Pantheon, an organization rumored to be orchestrating the release of the deadly Cradle virus within Washington D.C.’s Capitol Building. Following the death of Belikov, Vasili was formally invited to join the Pantheon, with none other than Jane Harrow serving as his initial point of contact. Harrow, recognizing his skills and his vendetta against Adler, extended him the latitude to pursue his revenge—albeit under the condition of loyalty to her command. However, Vasili has never openly disclosed his true allegiances, leaving it uncertain whether he aligns fully with the Pantheon, or pursues an agenda of his own.

During a series of high-stakes missions with Adler, the team also began to notice a shadowy figure tailing them, relentlessly pursuing opportunities to eliminate Adler at unpredictable moments, regardless of their location. Over time, the team unraveled the identity of this relentless adversary: Vasili. Finally cornering him in their secure safehouse, they conducted a tense interrogation, seeking answers about the elusive Pantheon organization, Vasili's own motivations, and the identity of the assassin haunting their every move.

How would Vasili navigate his uneasy alliance with the team? Could he ever erase his name from the KGB's list, or is he destined to remain a pawn in their dangerous game? His fate hangs in the balance, each choice pulling him deeper into the unforgiving canon. And who is this secret assassin who is constantly following Adler this whole time? That only Vasili knows, but nobody else?

This would also be fun to expand his connections with other people in the game, since Vasili also agreed to help them decrypt the disks and help them in certain puzzles which might make him a.. temporary member of the team? So, hope you stay tuned! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

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Also, to know the lore between what happened with Belikov, their General and Vasili's reason to join the Pantheon, here's the post for the context!

Bell kept during separation

TIMELAPSE:

#black ops 6 spoilers #black ops spoilers #cod #call of duty #call of duty fanart #cod bo #call of duty black ops #black ops 6 #call of duty oc #cod bell #bell oc #vasili bell sokolov #oc lore #oc artwork #oc story #character design #artists of tumblr

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whereispearlescentmoon · 4 months ago

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Little Lion Man with Nosey Neighbors if you care at all

Anon holy fucking shit. And I feel like it works for both of them too, but I’m gonna psychoanalyze Limited Life Pearl because you know I will.

“Weep for yourself, my man

You'll never be what is in your heart

Weep, little lion man

You're not as brave as you were at the start”

Pearl isn’t as brave as she was in Last Life. She’s not as brave as she was in Double Life. Not really. She’s reckless, sure, but not because she’s brave, but because she has an energy that needs to be released and she doesn’t care if she gets hurt. You can’t be brave if you aren’t afraid anymore.

“Rate yourself and rake yourself

Take all the courage you have left

And waste it on fixing all the problems

That you made in your own head”

Pearl is, constantly, over critical of herself. She wants so badly to be needed and wanted that she is willing to throw herself upon the rocks. BigB doesn’t want any of that, really, but she’ll do it anyways.

“But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear?”

She promised to get him to the end and she failed. It’s the first of her failures of this kind and she does not know yet that it won’t be her last. It is the first grief of its kind for her.

“Tremble for yourself, my man

You know that you have seen this all before

Tremble, little lion man

You'll never settle any of your scores”

Pearl steals from Scott and antagonizes Cleo and what for? She drags BigB with her, puts him in danger and ruins his chances of alliances too. Why? Because she’s still angry? Does it really still matter? Even she can’t seem to tell. It’s the same story as last season. She kills Cleo and Scott kills her. Maybe next time she’ll settle her scores. Maybe.

“Your grace is wasted in your face

Your boldness stands alone among the wreck

Now learn from your mother or else

Spend your days biting your own neck”

Pearl offers BigB her time when he’s about to die. She will let her blood coat his hands in the hopes that he will outlive her. Once, she gave Scott two of her lives. She will give all she can give to keep someone alive.

#pearlescentmoon #bigbst4tz2 #limited life smp #Nosey neighbors #sorry I made it about last life galaxy duo too but you must understand the parallels are insane between them #regularly scheduled nosey neighbors hours

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the-fiction-witch · 9 days ago

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Beauty Often Hides… Such Fury

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aemond Targaryen (Regent Post Rooks Rest) Couple - Aemond X Reader Reader - Y/n Baratheon Rating - 17 Word Count - 1136

Plans and politics of the realm were always complicated, with alliances and allegiances taking precedence over all other matters, needs and desires. So when Aemond received the scroll from his mother, bidding him to take flight to Storms End and proclaim his brother Aegon king, and to ensure that house Baratheon aligned with the crown by offering up his own hand to one of the Lord’s daughters.

Regardless of his distaste for such an idea, he obeyed.

Once the babes were slain, and Aegon and Sunfyre fell from the sky, the throne sat without an obvious heir.

The wedding was needed to be a far quicker and less grand afair. Their wedding was fast and simple, in the sept below the grey rain. And the two were husband and wife.

Aemond was, of course, thrilled to have captured himself a little doe, to make her beg and obey. However, he was unaware he had, in fact, released a true daughter of a stag into his bed. Aemond turned down the bedding ceremony, wishing to have the sick joy himself. He brought Y/n to his chambers, slammed the door, and turned happily to his new wife, a wicked grin on his face.

Y/n stood in her long black wedding gown embroidered with gold thread. Her hair was in a long braid with yellow ribbons. She held her hands together at her waist as she looked around the chamber that was to be her home.

The fire crackling, the candles flickering and a soft gentle silence filled the rooms. The place was well prepared for their wedding night, even if a table of plans was still laid out but pushed aside for tonight.

"Finally, my little Doe, I have you all to myself." he slowly stalked towards her, his eyes raking over Y/n's body.

"Does such a concept being you joy my prince? To know we are alone?" She asked innocently, her face turned away from him, looking over the maps and tapestries,

"The idea of being alone with you in our chamber, my little Doe, yes. That does bring me a a great deal of joy." he licked his lips and stared at her as he would at a piece of succulent meat. “Mother says I am to do my duty to you. And I will.” He smirked, moving closer almost against her back, “And I will… seek to enjoy myself as much as possible.”

Y/n turned in a flash. The only sound was the fabric of her wedding gown shifting,

Aemond let out a quiet gasp as the cold steel touched his throat, the edge of her blade against his neck, and he froze immediately. His eyes glared at her, surprised anger burning in them. He stayed still, not making a sound. "My, my, what a clever girl," he said between gritted teeth.

"Always hide a weapon in your wedding dress." She nodded. "My mother taught me that."

Aemond laughed, his eyes still glaring at her. "I suppose I shouldn't have been shocked; such beauty often hides… such fury."

"If you hurt me. I will hurt you too." She warned him,

"Of course you would little Doe. I'm not foolish enough to think otherwise." he smirked and raised his empty hands up in surrender.

She slowly lowers her knife. Returning it to a holster sewn into her dress's cleavage,

Aemond watched, his hand coming to rest at his neck where her blade had touched him. Drawing his hand back, he noticed that there was a droplet of blood. "It seems my little Doe made me bleed." his eyes turned back to her, looking at Y/n, and he took a tentative step forward. Almost like a predator testing the limits of his trap. "Little Doe," he growled, "What does this marriage mean to you?"

"This marriage means, I understand, it keeps me alive."

“It makes you my queen.”

“I do not care to be queen,” She shook her head, “I care to survive. And as a woman in this world, that is all I can ask the gods for.”

Aemond grins, "You are a true Doe, my little wife, no doubt. Very smart." he brushes her hair from her face, gently running his fingers over her chin. "So my little Doe, tell me. Is your loyalty given, or will you continue to plan on stabbing me in the back while I sleep?" his fingers lightly traced her neck, almost teasing his fingers down her throat allowing her to feel the strength in his fingers.

"… I will give my loyalty." She nodded. "If you give yours."

Aemond's fingers continued to trace down her body, over her shoulders, moving across the material of her dress, "My loyalty is yours, little Doe." he said the words softly, as his fingers gently traced the line of her cleavage. “You and I are in this together.”

"Truly?" She asked. "If you wish me to be loyal, then be loyal to me. I will not harm you, so long as you don't harm me. Be my husband… And I'll be your wife."

"I shall give you what you want.” He said, “But understand, this will not be easy, nor will it be clean. There are things… You and I shall have to do things that may make you wish to weep, may make your stomach turn.”

“You underestimate me.”

“I’m sure I do,” He smirked. "You will have me as a husband, I shall be a husband, and you my wife. I will be loyal to you, and you will be by my side. Always. So long as you understand that I am your king. You are my queen. And the rest of the world is below us."

“Below us?”

“I will lay kings landing low for you. And I would expect no less from you.”

“But you are my king. You ask me then to lay myself before the flames for you when you would not do so for me.”

“My sweet Doe.” He growled. “I would let the world burn for you,” he whispered. “You and I are above all else, and I would walk into the flames to show my loyalty to you. Now? Are you my loyal Queen, or not?”

She nodded and slowly untied the lace of her gown, letting it hit the floor and leaving her naked. "Then I am loyal, pet the Doe as long as you desire. But don't be surprised if you invoke my rage and find antler spikes lodged in the dragon’s throat."

Aemond stared as her gown fell to the ground, drinking in her form, watching over her naked body. His lips curled into a wicked smile, and he felt his desire burn as he gazed upon his wife. He raised a hand, tracing it over her bare skin, feeling the warm flesh. One hand gently held her hip, pulling her into him. The other hand ran over her back. “Perfect.” He growled,

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The ending of Bsd Beast gets funnier to me the earlier it takes place.

Because at what point is Beast Dazai’s explanation deliberately vague. And when does it become oh he has no idea what the fuck he’s talking about.

All of Beast Dazai’s knowledge of the future comes from reading Bsd Dazai’s memories. And really it you had to pick a character for that Dazai is probably your best bet.

Not that he had a choice in the matter. But the depth of that information really depends on when it was taken.

Now I don’t believe we know when Beast takes place so I’m gonna go by the release dates of the manga as a guide.

Whether that’s accurate or not I don’t really care I’m just doing this for fun.

So according to the wiki the first chapter of Bsd Beast was released in December 2019.

Thats the same month Chapter 78 was released. The one where Kunikida is revealed to be alive and handless and marks the beginning of the Kamui Revelation Arc.

Which would be a good place for Beast Dazai to gain enough intel on future events. It’s far enough to know the ground work of things while still leaving enough gaps.

Good thing that’s not where he got his information from. Because Beast Dazai read Bsd Dazai’s memories 4 and a half years before the beginning of Beast.

So going by the release date of Beast that takes us to June 2015.

The same month Chapter 19 is released which is the chapter after Kouyou tries and fails to bring Kyouka back to the Port Mafia.

And marks the beginning of the 3 companies conflict arc.

I can’t really explain but it feels like a rather fitting place for Beast Dazai to gain all his information.

Because even though he’s taking Beast Atsushi out of the Port Mafia he’s still forging that alliance with the Agency.

It’s just that instead of Bsd Chuuya going to an abandoned university to deliver a message. It’s Beast Dazai sending the message and waiting for the Agency to arrive.

And just the idea that Beast Dazai built up his entire plan over the years. Just to reach what is essentially the beginning of the series with the end of his.

Thats just a really cool way to frame things.

…It does however leave him with not a lot to go off of. Like damn no wonder the man dipped he ran out of talking points.

He’s so lucky Beast Akutagawa and Beast Atsushi were so awestruck and blind sided. One question from them would’ve just shattered everything because he wouldn’t know the answer.

This guy thinks the Guild are the most dangerous enemy that they’re going to contend with. Oh that poor stupid bastard has no idea what’s coming.

He’s so not prepared.

Imagine going back to tell Beast Dazai about the vampire apocalypse and a time and space bending sword.

He probably would’ve had the same reaction as if you went back and told us that.

Sure somehow he knows about Fyodor even though Fyodor doesn’t appear yet. But you know I’ll let that slide because it’s Dazai and he’s gonna know more than we think he does.

Regardless of the universe.

And also this is all being said with the belief that the future of Bsd will play out exactly the same in an alternate universe that’s been deliberately tampered with.

So really who’s even knows what’s going to happen and if Beast Dazai ever knew what was gonna happen.

Things could get crazier.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs beast #beast dazai #bsd dazai #dazai osamu

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books-and-strawberry-tea · 6 months ago

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Why must I gravitate towards series...

(Part 1)

I was planning out my tbr for next year, and I thought I'd go through the series I wanted to finally tackle (they've been on my list for a while), and I discovered to my horror...90 books...90 books (94 including ) I will have to read to read all the series I want to read...fuck me. Alright, lemme show you the list:

The Binding Chronicles: 4 Books

What could be worse than an arranged marriage to a vampire prince? When Luna is sold into marriage to the Prince of Darkness, she thinks she knows what to expect. Arranged marriages happen all the time, right? Wrong. No one could have prepared her for the reality of being married to the vampire prince. Ever since the day he was Made, Sebastian has been living according to Queen Marguerite’s rules. After all, he’s only alive because of her. When she orders him to marry and Bind himself to Luna, a human hailing a neighboring kingdom, he has no choice. He agrees to the marriage but never expects to feel anything for Luna. When their Binding Ceremony goes awry, and they are magically Tethered, everything is thrown into upheaval. Unable to leave each other’s presence, they must learn to live with each other. Or die. Tethered is a slow-burn arranged marriage epic romantic fantasy and is filled with forced proximity, magical bindings, vampires, and world-building. Vampire, Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Magic

A 4th stand alone book released yesterday also.

Kindred's Curse: 3 Books + 1 to be released (TBR)

When old secrets catch fire, everything will burn. In a mortal world colonized by the gods and ruled over by the Descended, their cruel offspring, Diem Bellator yearns to escape the insular life of her poor village. Her mother’s sudden disappearance—and the discovery of a dangerous secret about her past—offer Diem an unexpected opportunity to enter the dark world of Descended royalty and unlock the web of mysteries her mother left behind. With the dying King’s handsome, mysterious heir watching her every move, and a ruthless mortal alliance recruiting her to join the growing civil war, Diem will have to navigate the unwritten rules of love, power, and politics in order to save her family—and all of mortalkind. Spark of the Everflame is the first book in The Kindred's Curse Saga, a four-book fantasy romance series. This slow burn, enemies-to-lovers epic is perfect for lovers of magic, dragons, angst, and banter and will appeal to fans of books like A Court of Thorns and Roses, From Blood and Ash, Gild, and The Serpent & the Wings of Night. Dragons, Romance, Fantasy, Magic

Crown's of Nyaxia: 4 Books

Human or vampire, the rules of survival are the same: never trust, never yield, and always – always – guard your heart. The adopted human daughter of the Nightborn vampire king, Oraya carved her place in a world designed to kill her. Her only chance to become something more than prey is entering the Kejari: a legendary tournament held by the goddess of death herself. But winning won’t be easy amongst the most vicious warriors from all three vampire houses. To survive, Oraya is forced to make an alliance with a mysterious rival. Everything about Raihn is dangerous. He is a ruthless vampire, an efficient killer, an enemy to her father’s crown… and her greatest competition. Yet, what terrifies Oraya most of all is that she finds herself oddly drawn to him. But there’s no room for compassion in the Kejari. War for the House of Night brews, shattering everything that Oraya thought she knew about her home. And Raihn may understand her more than anyone – but their blossoming attraction could be her downfall, in a kingdom where nothing is more deadly than love. Vampires, Romance, Magic, Paranormal

Scapegracers: Book 3

Skulking near the bottom of West High’s social pyramid, Sideways Pike lurks under the bleachers doing magic tricks for Coke bottles. As a witch, lesbian, and lifelong outsider, she’s had a hard time making friends. But when the three most popular girls pay her $40 to cast a spell at their Halloween party, Sideways gets swept into a new clique. The unholy trinity are dangerous angels, sugar-coated rattlesnakes, and now–unbelievably–Sideways’ best friends. Together, the four bond to form a ferocious and powerful coven. They plan parties, cast curses on dudebros, try to find Sideways a girlfriend, and elude the fundamentalist witch hunters hellbent on stealing their magic. But for Sideways, the hardest part is the whole ‘having friends’ thing. Who knew that balancing human interaction with supernatural peril could be so complicated? Rich with the urgency of feral youth, The Scapegracers explores growing up and complex female friendship with all the rage of a teenage girl. It subverts the trope of competitive mean girls and instead portrays a mercilessly supportive clique of diverse and vivid characters. It is an atmospheric, voice-driven novel of the occult, and the first of a three-book series. Witches, Urban Fantasy, Lesbian, Paranormal

The Bone Season: 7 Books + 2 TBR

The year is 2059. For two centuries, the Republic of Scion has led an oppressive campaign against unnaturalness in Europe. In London, Paige Mahoney holds a high rank in the criminal underworld. The right hand of the ruthless White Binder, Paige is a dreamwalker, a rare and formidable kind of clairvoyant. Under Scion law, she commits treason simply by breathing. When Paige is arrested for murder, she meets the mysterious founders of Scion, who have designs on her uncommon abilities. If she is to survive and escape, Paige must use every skill at her disposal – and put her trust in someone who ought to be her enemy. Fantasy, Dystopia, Adult, Romance, Paranormal

The War of Lost Hearts: 3 Books + 0.5 Novella

A former slave fighting for justice. A reclusive warrior who no longer believes it exists. And a dark magic that will entangle their fates. Ripped from a forgotten homeland as a child, Tisaanah learned how to survive with nothing but a sharp wit and a touch of magic. But the night she tries to buy her freedom, she barely escapes with her life. Desperate to save the best friend she left behind, Tisaanah journeys to the Orders, the most powerful organizations of magic Wielders in the world. But to join their ranks, she must complete an apprenticeship with Maxantarius Farlione, a handsome and reclusive fire wielder who despises the Orders. The Orders’ intentions are cryptic, and Tisaanah must prove herself under the threat of looming war. But even more dangerous are her growing feelings for Maxantarius. The bloody past he wants to forget may be the key to her future… or the downfall of them both. But Tisaanah will stop at nothing to save those she abandoned. Even if it means gambling in the Orders’ deadly games. Even if it means sacrificing her heart. Even if it means wielding death itself. Fae, Romance, Fantasy, High Fantasy

The Roots of Chaos: 2 Books (2 books sure but man are they HUGE)

A world divided. A queendom without an heir. An ancient enemy awakens. The House of Berethnet has ruled Inys for a thousand years. Still unwed, Queen Sabran the Ninth must conceive a daughter to protect her realm from destruction – but assassins are getting closer to her door. Ead Duryan is an outsider at court. Though she has risen to the position of lady-in-waiting, she is loyal to a hidden society of mages. Ead keeps a watchful eye on Sabran, secretly protecting her with forbidden magic. Across the dark sea, Tané has trained to be a dragonrider since she was a child, but is forced to make a choice that could see her life unravel. Meanwhile, the divided East and West refuse to parley, and forces of chaos are rising from their sleep. Dragons, Fantasy, Adult, Lesbian

Zodiac Academy: 14 Books

You have been selected to attend Zodiac Academy, where your star sign defines your destiny. If you're one of the Fae, elemental magic is in your blood. And apparently it's in ours. As twins born in the month of Gemini, we're a rare breed even in this academy of supernatural a-holes. Changelings were outlawed hundreds of years ago but I guess our birth parents didn't get the memo. Which means we're totally unprepared for the ruthless world of Fae. Air. Fire. Water. Earth. No one has ever harnessed all four of them, until we arrived. And it hasn't made us any friends so far. As the rarest Elementals ever known, we're already a threat to the four celestial heirs; the popular, vindictive bullies who happen to be some of the hottest guys we've ever seen. It doesn't help that they're the most dangerous beasts in the Academy. And probably on earth too. Our fates are intertwined, but they want us gone. They've only got until the lunar eclipse to force us out and they'll stop at nothing to succeed. We never knew we had a birthright to live up to but now that we do, we intend to claim our throne. We can't expect any help from the faculty when it comes to defending ourselves. So if the dragon shifters want some target practice, the werewolves want someone to hunt or the vampires fancy a snack then we have to be ready. But we've been looking after each other for a long time and fighting back is in our blood. Today's horoscope: totally screwed.

The Shadows Between Us: 2 Books

Alessandra is tired of being overlooked, but she has a plan to gain power: 1) Woo the Shadow King. 2) Marry him. 3) Kill him and take his kingdom for herself. No one knows the extent of the freshly crowned Shadow King’s power. Some say he can command the shadows that swirl around him to do his bidding. Others say they speak to him, whispering the thoughts of his enemies. Regardless, Alessandra knows what she deserves, and she’s going to do everything within her power to get it. But Alessandra’s not the only one trying to kill the king. As attempts on his life are made, she finds herself trying to keep him alive long enough for him to make her his queen—all while struggling not to lose her heart. After all, who better for a Shadow King than a cunning, villainous queen? Magic, High Fantasy, Romance, Young Adult

The Locked Tomb: 3 Books + 1 TBR

The Emperor needs necromancers. The Ninth Necromancer needs a swordswoman. Gideon has a sword, some dirty magazines, and no more time for undead bullshit. Brought up by unfriendly, ossifying nuns, ancient retainers, and countless skeletons, Gideon is ready to abandon a life of servitude and an afterlife as a reanimated corpse. She packs up her sword, her shoes, and her dirty magazines, and prepares to launch her daring escape. But her childhood nemesis won't set her free without a service. Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House and bone witch extraordinaire, has been summoned into action. The Emperor has invited the heirs to each of his loyal Houses to a deadly trial of wits and skill. If Harrowhark succeeds she will become an immortal, all-powerful servant of the Resurrection, but no necromancer can ascend without their cavalier. Without Gideon's sword, Harrow will fail, and the Ninth House will die. Of course, some things are better left dead. Science, Fiction, Adult, Lesbian

Empire of the Vampire: 2 Books

From holy cup comes holy light; The faithful hand sets world aright. And in the Seven Martyrs’ sight, Mere man shall end this endless night. It has been twenty-seven long years since the last sunrise. For nearly three decades, vampires have waged war against humanity; building their eternal empire even as they tear down our own. Now, only a few tiny sparks of light endure in a sea of darkness. Gabriel de León is a silversaint: a member of a holy brotherhood dedicated to defending realm and church from the creatures of the night. But even the Silver Order could not stem the tide once daylight failed us, and now, only Gabriel remains. Imprisoned by the very monsters he vowed to destroy, the last silversaint is forced to tell his story. A story of legendary battles and forbidden love, of faith lost and friendships won, of the Wars of the Blood and the Forever King and the quest for humanity’s last remaining hope: The Holy Grail. Vampires, High Fantasy, Adult, Dark Fantasy

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Capitol Punishment XIV

Haymitch x Reader ~ Completed

Summary: The Capitol continues to torture it’s victors no matter how long ago they won through punishment, exploitation, and worst of all; their relationships.

A story in which Haymitch’s lover is a plaything for the Capitol.

Warnings: Canon level violence, rape, alcohol, murder, systemic poverty, exploitation, rebellion (?), more reliance on movie than book, suicidal thoughts, swearing, illness, pregnancy, miscarriage, torture, sexual torture, medical stuff

Word Count: 2.6K

Part XIII | Masterlist

A/N I’m radically changing the ending because I hate the ending of Mockingjay

You didn’t watch most of it, too terrified to see your friends be maimed by whatever fucked up creations the game makers could come up with. Plutarch told you, Haymitch, Beetee, and Johanna horror stories of all the planned mutts they had sitting in archives that would likely be brought out for this.

Those four days were some of the worst you had experienced. The only words that released the tense hold of worry on your mind came from Coin. “We’ve taken the Capitol,” she announced to the remaining victors in 13. “Katniss, Peeta, and Finnick are all okay,” she mentioned with a kind yet forced smile.

But you didn’t care to read into that. Your friends were okay.

The next day you were entering the president’s mansion again. The first time in two years when Haymitch the was brought here and nearly executed for punching a Capitol man. Remembering the circumstances of being here last time Haymitch pulled you a little bit closer.

As you entered a grand meeting hall you were greeted by Coin and Enobaria. Beetee immediately got defensive. “What is she doing here?” he asked, remembering the knife in the back he had received from one of her district partners.

“Enobaria here is the last victor alive apart from the ones that made it to 13. The rest were killed shortly after 12 was bombed,” Coin explained calmly as if she weren’t explaining a massacre.

“I was the only one left in the arena that wasn’t a part of your alliance. They knew I wasn’t a part of the rebellion so they let me live if I did propo,” Enobaria explained with a shrug.

The doors then opened, revealing Finnick and Peeta. Annie immediately went to her new husband, embracing him. Peeta, now de-muttified, came to you and Haymitch. You hugged him first. “Thank god,” you whispered, having feared for his life and mental state.

“I’m okay,” he assured you, pulling away gently. He then faced Haymitch, his mentor bringing him into a quick hug.

“Where’s Katniss?” you asked as Johanna and Beetee approached to greet Peeta.

“Talking with Snow in the greenhouse. He had something to say to her I guess,” Peeta explained.

Nodding at his explanation you turned to Finnick. He was already two steps away from you, pulling you into a hug. “I guess you win shittiest honeymoon of all time,” you joked.

“Yeah, we do,” Finnick laughed, pulling away to greet the others.

The door then swung open, bringing everyone’s attention to Katniss. You were first in line to greet her with a hug.

“You did it,” you muttered against her shoulder. You felt her wrap her arms tightly around you, enjoying your comfort.

“Snow wants to see you,” she said.

You were a little taken aback but nodded anyways. You looked over your shoulder at Haymitch who looked hesitant. “I’ll be okay,” you assured before exiting, headed for the garden.

An armed guard followed you wordlessly, never averting his gaze towards you, only staring straight ahead. Shrugging it off you continued on until you reached the greenhouse, another two guards allowing you to enter.

You were immediately met with warmth and a very strong scent from the thousands of white roses that grew around you. “Ms. L/N, I’m glad you came,” Snow smiled.

“It’s the least I can do to honor a dead man’s final wish,” you returned his smile.

“Ah yes,” he chuckled. “And I’m sure Katniss will be the one to do it. Tell me, does that bother you that she’s the one to do it? After all I put you, Haymitch, Peeta, Johanna, and Finnick through much worse. Don’t one of you deserve to do it more?”

You practically spat a laugh out. “You really are desperate aren’t you? You’re not going to turn us against Katniss. Her executing you as The Mockingjay is bigger than our grievances with you.”

“Still, I bet you’d like to put a knife in my throat after everything you’ve endured.”

“The knowledge that you’ve been brought down to your knees by the people you considered to be less than the dirt on your boot is enough for me. And you’ll be executed by the girl I trained for the games, the very same girl who started all of this,” you sneered. “You know you could still be in power. You could’ve just stopped the games, said the districts paid their penance and been done with it. Or at the very least let the victors live in peace, treat them well. But no, you just had to have a group to be a scapegoat for all of the Capitol’s and Panem’s problems in order to harbor as much power as possible.”

“Do you really think Coin will be different?”

“I’m not interested in the politics. If she fucks up like you did, well the country’s so bloodthirsty right now I’m sure she’ll be gone within an hour of he decision. Goodbye Coriolanus.” And with that you existed, leaving in his prison of roses.

As you approached the meeting hall again you saw Katniss and Gale walking in the same direction as you. “Do you know what this is about?” she asked you.

“What what is about? I just left Snow’s greenhouse.”

“Coin has asked all the victors to meet,” Gale explained.

Shrugging, you followed them into the meeting hall, being greeted with all the victors plus Coin sitting around a table, two spots left for you and Katniss. You took your seat next to Haymitch and Coin began.

“I have invited you all here for several reasons, but first, I have an announcement. I have taken the burden and the honor of declaring myself interim president of Panem.”

“Interim?” Haymitch interrupted with a scoff. “Exactly how long is that interim?”

“We have no way of knowing for certain. But it's clear that people are far too emotional right now to make a rational decision. We'll plan an election when the time is right.”

Haymitch sent an astonished look towards you, as if saying, ‘Can you believe this?’

“But I have called you here for a far more important vote. A symbolic vote,” Coin continued. “This afternoon, we will execute Snow.” Everyone’s gaze slipped towards Katniss, including yours. “Hundreds of his accomplices also await their deaths. Capitol officials, peacekeepers, torturers, game makers. But the danger is, once we begin, the rebels will not stop calling for retribution. Thirst for blood is a difficult urge to satisfy. So I offer an alternative plan. Majority of five may approve it. No one may abstain. The proposal is this:” A pregnant pause mad everyone hold their breaths, “in lieu of these barbaric executions, we hold a symbolic hunger games.”

Everyone was taken aback, Haymitch even having his mouth wide open. Well everyone except for Johanna who was laughing. “You wanna have another Hunger Games with the Capitol’s children?”

“You’re joking?” Peeta calmly asked, a touch of outrage in his voice.

“Not in the slightest,” Coin answered.

“Is this Plutarch’s idea?” Haymitch asked.

“It was mine. it balances the need for revenge with the least loss of human life. You may vote,” she declared, settling back against her seat a little.

“No,” Peeta said immediately. “No, obviously not this is crazy.”

“I think it’s more than fair,” Johanna jumped in eagerly. “Snow’s got a granddaughter. I say yes.”

“So do I,” Enobaria agreed. “Let them have a taste of it.”

“You guys, this way of thinking is what started these uprisings,” Peeta protested.

“I vote no, with Peeta,” Annie chimed in.

Next to her Finnick was staring at the table, uncomfortably. “I vote yes,” he said softly. “They’ve taken so much from the districts. They should know what they did to us.”

“No,” Beetee answered. “We need to stop viewing each other as enemies.”

Everyone was looking at you now. You weren’t sure. On one hand these were innocent children who did nothing wrong and who had happened to be born into the Capitol. But you also wanted their parents who were so complicit, and even perpetuated, your torture to feel your and the the districts’ pain. You turned to your husband, completely unsure what to say. He gave you a nod, his expression telling you to vote however you feel. “No,” you answered. “Those children are innocent, the same way we were. They don’t deserve to pay for their parents’ sins.”

“It’s down to Katniss and Haymitch.”

Katniss sat there for a minute, an unreadable expression on her face. “I get to kill Snow,” she declared.

“I expected no less of you,” Coin agreed.

“Then I vote yes,” she answered, shocking almost everyone. “For Prim,’ she explained.

“Haymitch?”

He and Katniss shared a look before he turned his gaze to you. His expression read something along the lines of ‘trust me.’ “I’m with the Mockingjay.”

“That carries the vote,” Coin said. “Excellent. We’ll announce the games tonight after the execution.”

You were all then dismissed, everyone leaving without a word. Unsure of where to go you just followed Haymitch into what you presumed was your bedroom for as long as you were in the Capitol. “What the hell is going on?” you asked as soon as the door was closed.

Haymitch breathed deeply before answering. “Coin isn’t trustworthy. She’ll become just like Snow.”

“So why’d you let her have her games?” you asked. “The Capitol will be rising up against us in a couple years.”

“I needed to back up Katniss so she knows I’m with her. Coin is already distrustful of Katniss, that wasn’t a vote to see if we wanted another games, that was a loyalty test.” Suddenly all the pieces fell together. “Right now Coin thinks her biggest threat to her power is Katniss. The best thing she can do right now is to play her part as Coin’s Mockingjay.”

“So what does that mean for those of us who voted no?” you asked, afraid of Coin’s ambition.

“Don’t worry, she’ll feel safe as long as she has Katniss’ loyalty. And even if she tried anything, I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you again.” He paused, struggling with the next words. “I couldn’t protect you from Snow, and for that I’m sorry. But I can protect you from Coin and I promise nothing will happen.” He sealed his covenant by pressing his lips to yours which you melted into.

When you both pulled away you rested your hand on his jaw. “Don’t do anything to get yourself hurt.”

Later that afternoon you and the other victors were marched out onto the Avenue of the Tributes, where you had been paraded around 8 years ago as well as just over a month ago.

Snow was strapped to a whipping pole in the center of the ring at the end of the avenue. Above you in the stands were both district citizens and Capitol citizens who were being forced to watch. Stood along the avenue, waiting for Katniss were the surviving rebels who had fought in the Capitol and the Districts. On the balcony overseeing everything were the other leaders of the rebellion, including Plutarch and Paylor. The eight victors were divided on the ground, they would be flanking Katniss as she fired her shot at Snow. Peeta, you, Haymitch, and Johanna all stood to one side, facing Snow. On the other side were Enobaria, Finnick, Annie, and Beetee.

As the drums began you could see Coin above you, walking onto the platform with her arms open, reveling in her victory. Down the Avenue was Katniss dressed in battle gear, the rebels following her as she passed.

Haymitch took your hand, squeezing it as Snow took a second to meet every victors’ gaze. You stared back coldly, fulfilling your promise to him that this was enough for you.

You all gave Katniss nods as she finally reached her spot, a silent promise that you’d follow her no matter what. You watched as Snow and Katniss met each others’ gazes, a silent understanding of hatred between the two.

“Welcome to the new Panem,” Coin announced, her voice echoing over the ave making you shiver. “Today, on the Avenue of the tributes, all of Panem, a free Panem, will watch more than a mere spectacle. We are gathered to witness an historic moment of justice. Today, the greatest friend to the revolution will fire the shot to end all wars. May her arrow signify the end of tyranny and the beginning of a new era. Mockingjay, may your aim be as true as your heart is pure.” With those words she opened up her arms, as if embracing the moment.

Katniss wordlessly and flawlessly pulled an arrow from her quiver, notched it and took aim. The entire stadium held their breaths as she paused before suddenly aiming up, firing the arrow into Coin.

You heard yourself audibly gasp as Coin fell from her platform with an arrow sticking out of her heart. The crowd was clamoring in shock, you began to look around worriedly. ‘What the hell did Katniss just do?’

You could hear Snow laughing as Haymitch began tugging you away from the crowd that was now rushing at Snow, determined to finally kill him.

You could see some guards dragging Katniss away, the rest pulling the other victors towards you and Haymitch who was leading you into another room. The room was immediately filled with the sound of a million questions, trying to figure out what was going on and what would happen next.

The sound was only ended by Plutarch entering, letter in hand. “What is going on?” Finnick asked.

He took a breath, holding up his hand in a pause. “With Coin and Snow both dead the district leaders and I have agreed to hold a free election. Katniss will be sent away for now and will be pardoned once everything has calmed down. For now I need you,” he looked at Haymitch, “to give her this letter for me.”

“What about us? Where do we go?” Johanna asked.

Plutarch shrugged. “Your job in the rebellion is done. It’s time to form a government now. You’re welcome to stay in the Capitol now or return home.”

“What even is home anymore?” you asked, remembering what Katniss told you about 12.

Haymitch wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side with a kiss to the top of your head. For the first time since you met him, he didn’t have an answer for you.

“I’m sorry,” was all Plutarch said before exiting.

“So what now?”

7 Years Later

You sat on a bench, facing out into the harbor of District 4, Haymitch by your side with his arm around you. Peeta and Katniss were sat together on the other side of the bench, cooing at their new baby as their older son played on the beach with Finnick and Annie’s son. The couple inside preparing drinks for you and the other victors. Johanna and Enobaria sat at the table together, discussing the furniture that would go in their now shared home. Across and to the side of you was Beetee with his two year old daughter in his lap, playing with a small metal logic game as she tried to figure out the puzzle.

You smiled in content, enjoying the future you fought for. You had fought for this in the arena for the first time 15 years ago and you had fought for it again during the rebellion. You felt a finger reach under your chin, pulling your gaze towards your husband. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips before pressing his lips to yours.

A/N And that’s the end of Capitol Punishment. Thank you so much for everyone who read and supported this, I had absolutely no clue so many of you would love this so much

Part XIII | Masterlist

#haymitch abernathy #haymitch abernathy x reader #Haymitch #haymitch x reader #THG #The Hunger Games #the hunger games x reader

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