#and surprise angry Augustus

[mrsthunderkin]

Smonches

From left to right we got Lily and Garrett, Bob n' Wren, Tonio and Hazel

Marcas Edith and Grinnoch, and Ophelia and Hare

I just get really into my feelings over the ships I have with @owlcatchyoul8r SOBS

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

night visit. l General Marcus Acacius

💔 a few ways to break your heart 💔

Summary:  he decided to show you your place

Warnings:  angst, knife, attempted rape, many bad words

A/N: sorry for these scribbles. I hope that despite everything you will stay with me.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

a few ways to break a heart [masterlist]

When you heard the sound of hooves in the yard of your house, you felt uneasy. It was late and you weren't expecting guests, the appearance of someone could only mean that something bad had happened.

The commotion behind the door to your chamber lasted for some time and finally Caius appeared in the doorway, bowing low and declaring that General Acacius had arrived.

"Let him enter." you said, getting up from the ottoman.

Although your heart was glad at the sound of that name, a strange fear still crawled under your skin. After a moment, however, you saw the face of your beloved.

He was wearing a traveling cloak, and his furrowed brows meant that something was troubling him.

"Marcus! Good to see you." you said, approaching him and kissing his cheek, you immediately smelled the sweet scent of wine from him. "What brings you here at such a late hour? You were supposed to be at the feast with the senators and other politicians."

There was something strange about him. He didn't react to your greeting, he didn't hug you like he always did. 

The coat he took off landed on the table where the remains of your dinner were still resting. Marcus walked a few steps before answering anything.

"I was at the feast." he announced, his voice low and strangely dark. "And I came straight to you."

"That's nice, but I'm afraid I don't understand." you replied, folding your arms over your chest. "Is something wrong?"

"Maybe you'll tell me? Maybe you'll tell me your secrets, love?" eyes dark as night were watching you predatorily. Marcus took a few steps towards you, and you instinctively stepped back. "Senator Augustus had a lot to say about you."

You frowned. You knew this man perfectly. 

Augustus was like a slippery snake among other politicians, and every conversation with him was equal to a bite, the venom dulled the senses of the listeners, and he always achieved what he wanted.

"And what did he say?" you asked, although you already felt that it was nothing good. It couldn't be since Marcus was standing in front of you in such a state.

In a few steps he covered the distance between you, and you stepped back so abruptly that you hit your back against the chest of drawers standing behind you. A few candles fell and rolled on the floor.

"You had a good time in Rome when I was in the barracks last week, didn't you?" he hissed through clenched teeth "I didn't expect my woman to spread her legs in front of half of Rome. That she's no better than the cheapest prostitute. Augustus told me everything, love."

"You're talking nonsense!" you choked out, totally surprised, but also outraged by Marcus' words "You're drunk or crazy, or both! Did you believe him?"

"Senator Titus said the same thing."

"Because he's just as fake as Augustus! Marcus..." you placed your hands on his chest. You felt his heart pounding, how he breathed rapidly. "You know perfectly well that I love only you. I couldn't... Gods! I can't believe we're even talking about this!"

The flames of the torch were reflected in his angry gaze. Up until now, you knew that Marcus wouldn't hurt you, but at that moment, anything was possible.

"You don't seem convincing to me." he said finally, and you sensed a threat in his voice. "I think you might want to hide something from me... Maybe that you’re just a whore who..."

A muffled crack echoed through the room as you slapped him. Anger was already coursing through your veins. The man you loved not only hurt you, but also doubted your loyalty to him. This was madness!

"Get out of here. You're drunk!" you said, trying to hide the trembling in your voice.

However, when Marcus looked at you again, you felt like every one of his opponents must have felt. Fear almost paralyzed you.

Marcus was fast, much faster and stronger than you. He grabbed your arms tightly and pushed you against the wall, then pressed his whole body against you.

"I should have shown you your place a long time ago!" he growled, "I will not be the laughing stock of Rome, because my beloved is a whore! I will teach you humility and respect for me!"

"Marcus!" you groaned feeling how he violently began to pull up your robe, exposing your thighs.

You guessed what he wanted to do. There was only one way a man could show a woman his superiority. You couldn't let that happen. 

You loved him more than your life, but you didn't want him to humiliate you like that, you didn't want him to take you like a wild barbarian.

"I was too good to you, too understanding. I loved you and I thought you loved me too..." he babbled as his hands brutally spread your thighs apart "But it's over now. Do you hear me? You'll learn your place, love."

At the last moment, your outstretched hand caught one of the torches fixed in the wall and you struck Marcus with all your might. Sparks rained down on both of you, and he shielded his face, trying to keep them from getting into his eyes.

You took advantage of this and got out of your trap. You grabbed the knife lying on the table and moved away from Marcus, pointing the blade at him.

"Get out of here!" you shouted, tears glistening in your eyes "I don't want to see you here!"

Marcus turned around and looked at you with pity. "Do you think you can hurt me with this?" he sneered, looking at the blade.

Desperation led you to one possible decision. When you pointed the blade at you, Marcus' eyes widened.

"Give it to me..." he said, extending his hand toward you "You'll only hurt yourself..."

"I'd rather stab myself with a knife than let you do what you want to do!" you growled "How could you do this to me, Marcus?!"

"My love..."

"Augustus got furious because I rejected his advances in public, and you believed every word of that man!" you continued, fingers tightly clenching the handle. He noticed how your hands were shaking and didn't risk coming closer. "You believed him, not me!"

"But he..." he began uncertainly, but you interrupted him again.

"How dare you doubt my love and loyalty! I never gave you a reason to doubt it!"

The woman standing before him was extremely desperate, ready to do anything. You were ready to take your life to defend your honor.

"My love, my goddess..." Marcus' voice was almost soothing.

He whispered these words to you when you were tangled in the sheets, when he kissed your body tenderly. At that moment, however, they were arrowheads pointed at you.

"Get out of here! I don't want to see you anymore!"

Something strange flashed in his eyes. For a split second, you thought you saw your Marcus, your beloved, in that look. However, you didn't lower your blade. He took his cloak and quickly left, leaving you in total despair.

The blade fell from your hands and hit the floor as you slumped down, crying.

redemption : night visit. l General Marcus Acacius

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Thank you for your time.

[hidden-poet]

Commander Snow; chapter 6

Commander Snow

Summary; Under the advice of Dr Gaul Coriolanus returns back to district 12 where without blinding light of lucy-grey he could see you.

Warnings; dead dove to do not eat, stalking, unrequited love, breeding kink, violence, possessive!Snow, unco/dubco, sexual content, she/her pronouns, explicit, violence, death.

Editor: @hotline-to-hell

chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Being Commander of District 12 meant that Coriolanus couldn’t just whisk you away to the forest to face his fears. He had a whole army dependent on him. It meant that while you were held up in his apartment, he was held up in his office. 

It annoyed him to no end. To have you so close and yet still out of reach. 

Despite you living with him for a week, you’ve only shared one meal together. 

His overtime meant that you were asleep by the time he got home. 

You had left a clean pair of his pajamas on the end of the bed. He had a habit of just stripping down to his underwear to join you. 

You left dinner for him in the fridge and he sat at the dinner table eating it alone. 

On the odd occasion, there was time to spend together, the mood was often tense from Coriolanus stress. 

He tried not to take his frustration out on you but his answers were often short. 

After a long day filled with complaints and issues that could have been easily solved without him, Coriolanus decided that he would not return to his office after supervising drill training and instead remain with you. 

He was beyond tired from his day, but it was too early to suggest bed. You lay with him on the couch, propped up by a throw pillow against the arm of the couch while he lay in front of you. He threw your arm around his shoulder and held it tight under his chin. 

The TV played a music talent show that neither you nor Coriolanus could care about but the tv only picked up two channels; the news or the entertainment channel that the Hunger Games were shown on. Coriolanus couldn’t bear to hear any more politics for the day so you watched people dressed in irregular costumes perform ballads out of their range. 

His eyes droop as he fights the upcoming sleep. It was the first time since the fight with Edmund that he got you to sit down. The little he was here you spent avoiding him. For the first few days, he was angry too and avoidance stopped the fight he wanted to have with you. 

But a week had passed and his temper cooled. 

You were with him now. Playing housewife to the Commander. 

He felt better now that he was coming home to something, rather than just the cold. When he looked in the fridge there was food for him. His clothes were washed and prepared for him. His bed was warm at night. He made him feel less homesick.

The talk from the TV turned from the judges to Lucky the presenter. 

“Now ladies and gentlemen. We have a surprise for you tonight. We have a certain special guest gracing us. And we have given him the power to save one of your favorites from elimination! Mr Augustus Bloom won’t you please come out!” 

Coriolanus shot up from your hold to watch him. 

Augustus Bloom walked on screen wearing an expensive suit. His brown hair was slicked back and a small gold earring dangled from his ear. 

The crowd cheered for him. 

Coriolanus was stuck in District 12 dealing with half-wits and scum, while Augustus was charming the Capitol on live tv. 

He shakes hands with Lucky. 

“Mr. Bloom, a privilege to have you here tonight!” 

“A privilege to be here amongst you and away from my office.”

Lucky turns to the crowd and laughs. 

“Look at you. You good-looking man! You should be out on the town, breaking hearts!” 

Augustus laughs along with the crowd. 

“I am too busy preparing my business for when I am president of Panem. I’ll worry about women after that.” 

Coriolanus clenches his fist. 

“Oh,” Lucky turned serious to the crowd, “I think Coriolanus Snow might have something to say about that!” 

The crowd murmurs amongst themselves giving Coriolanus an air of confidence. 

A picture from his Academy days flashes up on the screen, you look at it with curiosity. He was once a young boy with soft curls, he now sat nearly unrecognizable. 

“He’s looking like a strong contender. Isn’t he handsome ladies!” He points out to the crowd, “And some gentleman.” 

Augustus had the wind knocked out of his sail. He fidgeted on stage and took a step back almost as if he was going to run away. Dr. Gaul's criticism ran through Coriolanus’ head, “a soft-bellied rich boy, not fit for the presidency.” 

Now the whole audience knew it too. 

“Snow isn’t here” he gritted through a smile. He wasn’t going down with a fight. 

“No. He’s in District 12, keeping us here in the Capitol safe. A round of applause for Commander Snow!” 

The crowd cheered causing Coriolanus to smile.

“So am I!” Augustus interrupted like a child. 

“Yes, right. I am sure one day you will!” Lucky claps him on the back and returns to the audience with an excited demeanor. 

“But of course, that’s a while yet! We are wishing our President Ravenstill all the good health in the world. Now let’s get on with the show!” 

Coriolanus switches the TV off and rests his arms on his knees. He couldn’t help but smile at Augustus' national failure. He made Coriolanus look so strong, so mysterious, and focused. He would send Lucky a fruit basket in thanks tomorrow. He would also send one to Augustus. 

“You had curls.” The young boyish figure had shocked you. 

“Yes,” he pats your knee affectionately, “When we are back in the Capitol and I am president of Panem, I’ll grow them back again.” 

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Coriolanus has the nightmare that night. He woke up with the tune of ‘Hanging Tree’ stuck in his head. The first thing he does is reach out to where you should have been lying only to find the space cold. Panic rushes through him. His feet thump against the floorboards as he runs from the room into the hall. Your sleeping body can be seen on the couch and he instantly relaxes. 

His body tells him he should be angry; fists clenched, shoulders up and tense, his face hot. But he couldn’t manage it. His mind was too hazy to comprehend anything but his own panic. 

Instead, he sits down on the floor beside you and tries to control his breathing. The tune hums in the back of his mind and he tries to force it out. 

“You had the nightmare again?” Your voice halts the tune. He looks over his shoulder at you with wide eyes. You finally saw the resemblance between the schoolboy with the curls. 

He gets up and pushes himself on the couch next to you. You feel his hands slide up your back, trying to hold you close but you wiggle free from his grasp. 

You would not comfort the man who kidnapped you. 

He tried to bring you back down to his chest as you crawl over him but his tired state left room for error. 

You tumble down to the floor as you escape. 

He sighs disappointed, bringing his hands up to his face. 

“Was there something wrong with the bed?” he asks. 

“I prefer the couch.” You sit on the ground next to him. 

“You prefer the bed built by Edmund.” He spat his name like it was poison. 

You look up at him warily, “I never told you that Edmund built my bed.” 

Coriolanus is silent for a minute, he sucks his teeth and sits up. 

“You didn’t have to. The wood from your door and bed match.’’

He feels settled as you sit by his feet. The panic subsides, but his anger bubbles up from it. 

“Can you make me a cup of tea?” he asks. 

With him on your bed, you couldn’t go back to sleep anyway so you rose and went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. 

He watches you while sitting on the couch. He liked how you moved so comfortably in the space. You were treating it like your home. No hesitation about where things were, you used things liberally.

“What do you dream?” You ask him. 

“When I wake up it’s gone,” he lies. 

You know he carries it around with him.

“Whatever it is, it scares you.” 

The kettle whistles and you pour it over the tea bag. 

He worried that he now looks weak in front of you. The man who was supposed to be protecting you was scared of a dream like a child. He could continue with his lie but you already knew. 

Instead he tries a half-truth. 

“I dream that I am killed like my father was.” 

This peaked your interest causing him to sit up straighter under your attention. 

“How did he die?”. 

He takes the cup from you but you don’t scurry away like you usually do. You stand in front of him eager to listen to him. The attention moved his mouth, 

“Here. In District 12. A trap out in the forest during the war. He was a governor”. 

“Is that why you wanted to come back?” 

“I didn’t want to come back” he admits. He reaches up with his spare hand to lightly touch yours, “But I am glad I did.” 

“What did you do?” you feel his thumb brush over the back of your hand, “I mean, to get you sent here?” 

He takes a sip of his tea before answering, “I had an enemy in the Capitol. He disliked my father and took it out on my family”. 

“He sent you back as Commander?” 

“No. He died. Gaul sent me back for my presidential run. It looks better to be serving my country.”

You tear your hand from him, “And when they find out you brought me back to the Capitol. How will that look?” 

He places the cup on the floor and stands up to your height.

“I’ll keep you safe, okay?” he presses his forehead against yours, “In the district and in the Capitol”. 

“Safe from danger you put me in.”

Coriolanus shakes his head as you pull away from him. “You’re safe. You’ve always been safe.” 

He tried to pull you close again but you stretched out your arms to keep him at distance.  

“I wanna go home, Coriolanus.”

“Home to Edmund, perhaps?” he bites. His calm and soft features harden. 

A shiver shoots up your spine at the mention of Edmund. 

“Home to my family. The same as you.” 

He sighs, “You won’t be alone in the Capitol as you are here. You just have to put up with it just a little bit longer. We’ll be back home soon”

The Capitol was not your home nor would it ever be. 

But you knew anymore talk of home would lead to more talk of Edmund. 

“Come on. Let’s go back to bed.” You rip your elbow from his grasp as he walks past you. 

“I’m fine on the couch.” 

He rubs a hand over his mouth before bending down and picking up his tea cup. He splashes the remains on the couch and hands you the empty cup. 

“Enjoy it then.” 

—————-

The next day he comes home around lunch time. It catches you by surprise. 

“Come on,” he says, nodding his head backwards. 

You follow him without a word to the van below where officials stood around. Upon seeing him they take their place. You see Smiley by the passenger side door and he calls out for his Commander. 

Coriolanus tell Smiley to take the seat and climbs in the tray of the truck. 

He pulls you up into the van amongst the Peacekeepers. He sits on the end of the bench with you between his legs on the floor. Like a seatbelt he keeps you in place by taking a hold on your upper arms and pulling them back up on his knees. 

You can feel the glances of his officers but they look away as soon as you try to meet their eyes. 

Halfway they try to break the tension with idle chatter. 

“Will the recruits be as bad as last year?” 

“That’s couldn’t be possible.” 

The talk soon turns to anecdotes about their youthful days as Peacekeeper grunts. 

None of them try to include Coriolanus in their jests. They all willfully ignored the couple on the end. 

You don’t try to talk to him either. 

As you pass through the district the people look at the Peacekeeper van causing you to turn your head in embarrassment. You could still feel the harsh judgements from your community as you sat between the Commander's legs. How would you ever rebuild your reputation? 

The van stops in front of the tunnel to the train station. The people part in the crowd to let the van through. 

Coriolanus releases you to unhook the bolts from the backn of the truck. None of the other Peacekeepers move until he does. He jumps down from the bed of the truck and turns back around to help you down. They all wait until you are down and out of the way before they follow. 

It’s busy, too busy for a normal docking of fresh recruits. All of the road and tunnel leading to the train station were overrun by bodies. 

 District people flood the space, all chatting loudly in a panic. They part as the line of Peacekeepers march through. 

Normally on orientation day, the newcomers to District 12 were given a wide berth. People had better things to do then get a glimpse of the faces that would soon be terrorizing them. 

You wondered what peaked their excitement today. What had Coriolanus done that both you and the district people had to see?

Coriolanus drags you down the dark tunnel into the light of the train station. The talk quitened but didn’t stop altogether. 

You screamed upon seeing the commotion. 

Edmund. 

He was badly beaten and tied to a sturdy metal pole that kept the roof up. A bulls-eye was spray painted an inch above his head.

Blood soaked his face to the point you almost didn’t recognize him. 

Large black bruises covered his exposed skin.

You turn to Coriolanus who was already looking at you and beg him to release Edmund. 

“Please, Coriolanus. Let him go.”

“He threw the first punch.”

You knew it had less to do with causing Coriolanus physical harm than it did with damaging his ego and need for control. Your neighbors were shown that the Commander bleeds like any other man. 

“He learnt his lesson.” you promise. 

“Have you learnt yours?”

Only ten young boys disembark from the train.  They were all thin with a badly-shaved buzzcut and carrying a Capitol issued duffle bag. 

You wanted to run over to Edmund. Protect him somehow. But you couldn’t, it was your protection that got him here in the first place. 

“Gentlemen, welcome to District 12.” 

Coriolanus stood by your side while another officer went in front of the line of boys. 

“This is Edmund Flare,” he gestures to Edmund at the post, “A known rebel sympathizer, and a troubled citizen of District 12.”

Another Peacekeeper runs over and passes the man a gun. You grab Coriolanus' arm in protest. 

“More likely than not, you will have to shoot Edmund one day in service of your country. We figured today we would give you the opportunity to save yourself the trouble in the future.”   

The first young boy is given the gun. 

“You get one shot before you have to wait for that day to naturally come.’’

Edmund holds his head up high to show he is not afraid. But you were. You were terrified. A strong urge to go over and rip the gun out of the young boys hands presented itself but you knew you would be pulled back before you could even stand close enough to touch him, 

The boy checks the gun for the trigger, earning a laugh from everyone but you and Coriolanus. 

Eventually he finds it, and he takes aim. 

The shot misses by a mile. 

“Coriolanus please.” He remains emotionless, watching the scene before him. He stood as if it was a street performance, hands clasped behind his back and perfect posture to get a good view.

“Wait! Wait!” you call out but the men continue. Another boy steps up and takes the gun. 

He takes less time to examine the gun before firing a shot. Edmund flinches as it wizzes past his shoulder. 

‘‘Coriolanus! Stop this. Just please stop, untie hi-”

The next shot is fired causing you to spin around to ensure that Edmund was still standing. He was tall and stupidly proud. 

“I’ll never forgive you if one of them hurt him!” you threaten but it doesn’t even earn you a glance. 

“Do you love him?”

“No” you answered firmly and fast, “No, Coriolanus. Please stop.” 

Another shot is taken. 

“Because if you loved him now would be the time to tell me, because I would hate to break apart lovers.”

The third shot lands next to Edmunds boot. You felt physically sick watching the scene. Your legs shook and would soon give way. 

The men start to whoop and cheer the young recruits on. It gives the next young boy confidence to take a step closer to take his shot but it misses all the same.  

You can’t tear your eyes off Edmund as the next recruit takes aim. They look each other in the eyes. Never spoken a word and already enemies. 

The shot is taken but wizzes past Edmunds head.

You shake your head no. You knew telling him that you loved Edmund would sign his death certificate. 

“He’s my brother's friend, Coriolanus. We grew up together.”

The next shot hit the pole but not the target, causing you to yelp. 

Loud cheering snapped you out of your daze. Begging would get you nowhere. 

Instead you take his shoulders into your arms and turn him towards you.

“He looked after me before you. I would have been dead long before you got to me if it wasn’t for him”. 

Coriolanus throws his eyes back to Edmund which was not the desired effect. 

You change positions, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his attention back down to you.

“I didn’t tell him that you’d taken his role. The other night he was just trying to protect me as you would’ve.” 

He finally looks down at you.

“Please, don’t kill him, Coriolanus. I could never forgive myself.” Your voice begins to shake. You were so nervous for Edmunds safety. Your knees buckled and tears threatened to spill from your eyes. 

He takes the side of your face into his hands. 

“Do you love him?” 

You shake your head feverishly, “No, Coriolanus.” 

“Do you love him?” You feel his fingers tighten on your face. 

“Yes.” you admit. 

“Do you love me?”

Through gritted teeth a ‘yes’ resounds. 

“More than him?” 

A shot whizzed into the crowd as the new recruit lost control of the gun and Coriolanus pulled his body over yours. 

The officers scold the boy. Taking the waving  gun away. The shot landed into the train station wall but it was a close call for those standing in front of it.

He removes your arms from him and you watch him walk over to the officer holding the gun. 

He takes it and aims at Edmund who stood straight and tall. 

You shrink as the gun fires. Unable to look, you cover your face with your hands. 

The cheering made no impact on your confidence. You couldn’t hear Edmund from their excitement. So you reluctantly open your eyes to see him still standing. 

The bullet had made it straight to the middle of the painted target. 

Coriolanus stood taking aim still, as if he was still considering firing another shot. 

Edmund stared back, almost daring him. 

“Commander.” you call. You don’t call him by his name, not in front of people. 

Coriolanus lowers the gun but keeps his eyes on Edmund as he speaks, 

“Load them up and head back to the compound.” he passes the gun to the closest officer and turns back to where you stood. 

“Cut him loose.” he calls back. 

When he tosses his arm around you and pulls you back to the truck, you turn back to see Edmund surrounded by Peacekeepers. 

People mummer as you walk past but your ears buzzed too loudly to hear a word. 

You felt so weak as you walked. You thought you were going to collapse before you could make it to the van. But with Coriolanus’s strong hold on you, you made it back. 

He climbs in first and reaches down to pull you up. He sits you on his knee instead of on the ground and you watch as the peacekeepers, old and new, return to the truck. 

You don’t even have it in you to feel embarrassed as eyes locked into you. 

No one said anything to Coriolanus on the way back. 

As soon as the truck opens back in the compound, you are the first to jump out. You hear Coriolanus footsteps as he followed you back to the apartment.

You immediately take a seat at the kitchen table and Coriolanus gets you a cup of water. You stare at it in front of you. 

“Edmund died today, as far as you are concerned.” 

Closing your eyes to the image of him, you nod your head. 

He could hear Coriolanus moving around the apartment but you couldn’t care what he was doing. 

When he slams something down in front of you, you open your eyes to see a piece of paper and a pen. 

“I want you to write to your brother and tell him about us.” 

You couldn’t. Your brother was hot headed, and powerless. He would cause only problems for himself trying to get back. 

“What would be the point? He is over in District 8.”

“My family are in the Capitol, yet they know about you.”

Shock strikes you knowing that his family knew of Coriolanus’s actions. 

“Write to him,” he pushes, “tell him that we are together. How you feel.” 

You pen a half-hearted letter about how you met a man. Coriolanus, you called him, Not Commander Snow. You tell him how you miss him, and that your mother is okay. That Coriolanus is ensuring that your basic needs are met. Don’t worry, you tell him, you’re perfectly safe.

Coriolanus reads it after you are done before folding it and placing it in his pocket. 

He slides another piece of paper over in front of you. 

“Now write to Tigris and my grandmother. Tigris suggested it would make you feel better, already knowing someone in the Capitol.”

You pick up the pen and write again, but your mind remains on the image of Edmund being used as target practice. You make yourself a promise that you would never meet his cousin or his grandmother. Their letters are as close as they will get before you could escape.

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Coriolanus amped up his work schedule even more. Eager to break free from his responsibilities and solve the mystery of Lucy Gray. 

You were left alone at night which was preferable to his company but you felt yourself going crazy with only your own company. 

You tried to keep a routine to fill the day. It was mostly taken up by cleaning tasks. 

After dinner you would wash and dry the dishes, wipe the countertops and table and sweep and mop the floor. Then you would retire to the living room with your sewing or polishing work until it was time for bed. 

There is a quiet tapping on the window disturbing you from securing the buttons on Coriolanus’s shirt. 

No fear ran through you wondering who it could be. They couldn’t get in to harm you anyway. So you peer out from the window. 

“Edmund” you gasp. 

His left eye was blackened, a large bruise formed around the bloodshot vessels. A purple bruise marked his cheek and there was a cut on his right eyebrow. 

“How did you get in?”

He hold a pair of wire cutters up to the window. 

“Are you okay? God I was so worried about you.”

“Ah,” Edmund smiles and replaces the wire cutters with a small knife from his pocket, “Takes more than that.” 

“What are you doing?” you hiss. If Coriolanus found him, there was no way Edmund would escape death a second time. 

“Getting you out of here.” 

“You can’t be here. He’ll be home soon.”

“I know. I’ve been here every night since i’ve been well enough.  I told you, you’re not alone.”

“The Peacekeepers-’’

“There’s a fifteen minute window where this section is blind.” The lock wiggles but resists being opened under pressure, “And he just entered the infantry to wish our poor peacekeepers a speedy recovery. We have time.” 

The door was determined to chew most of it up, however. 

“Edmund, what did he do to you?” his face was swollen from the bruising, and you could see large black and purple spots peeking out from under his shirt. 

“The day after he took you, he sent Peacekeepers to my home. They took me back to the compound and showed me some ‘hospitality’”. 

“Edmund,I am so sorry,” you begin to cry, “I never should have taken the oat bars to the jail.” 

You remembered the day at the market that set off the chain of events. 

You remember seeing the man, he stood out amongst the crowd. Dirty, torn clothes. An arm missing, no doubt from the district's mining work. There wasn’t much work for men outside of it. 

A sense of pity overwhelmed you, so when he swiped a loaf of bread off the table, you looked the other way. Unfortunately a watchful Peacekeeper did not. 

The man's plea echoed through your mind as he was taken away; “Please, I am so hungry.” 

It led you to making the oat bars not only for him, but for all the others punished for their hunger. 

You remembered a rumor that there was a hole at the west end of the jail for the Peacekeepers to sneak out from, and women of the night to sneak in. You were surprised to find out it was actually true. 

“This is not your fault, okay. I am going to get you outta here, and we’ll go to the mountains okay? Where it’s safe. Like planned.”

You nod your head. 

The door jingles as Edmund tries to force it open with his knife. It doesn’t bulge.

“Edmund, my mother, is she okay?”

“She’s okay. She’s already up the mountains.”

“How? She could barely walk?”

“I carried her.” 

The guilt came crashing down on you. Edmund had his own family to look after. They wouldn’t survive without him. 

“Edmund. Stop. I can get the key,” you weren’t sure if you actually could, “You need to go. Just tell me where you cut the hole.” 

He stops trying to wedge the door with the knife so you could hear him clearly. 

“There’s three big bins out by the back,” he points to the direction, “I cut a hole behind the middle one. It’ll take you to the south forest. I’ll wait there.” 

“No,” you interject, “No. Wait for me in the mountains.” 

He rolls his eyes and picks up his work of jamming his knife in the door. 

“You’ll never make it up the mountain by yourself.” 

“At home then! Just stay away from here.” 

The plea was for both you and him. 

“You can get the key and get out?” He asks in a serious tone, looking at you once more. 

“Yes.” you confirm. 

He sighs as he pockets his knife, “When?” 

The Commander kept his keys by the night stand. You think you could remember which one opened the door. 

“Soon.” 

“A week. I’ll give you a week before I come back with something stronger.” 

You nod your head in agreement.

“Thank you, Edmund.” 

“You’re my girl.” he remarks as it was an obvious motivation for his work. 

You shiver at his words. 

————

You don’t sleep well at night so you have taken to having naps while Coriolanus is at work. He is home more often now. He had got ahead of a considerable amount of work which meant nights were spent together. 

Most nights he would take you walking around the compound for fresh air after dinner. You tried to memorize the key he used to unlock the door but there were so many that all looked the same. You wondered how he even knew.

He is anxious now that he found out you were sleeping in the living room and has taken to chaining you together as you slept. He cuffed one of his wrists and one of yours, making sleep impossible as he basically slept on top of you now. 

It was only three days after Edmunds promise, that you woke from your nap with the sight of Coriolanus packing your clothes into a bag. 

“What are you doing?” you ask. 

Was he moving you to your own apartment? 

He drops the bag and comes over to sit next to you on the bed. 

“Hey,” he greets “You need to get up now. We are going to go away for the weekend.”

You sit up away from him, “Where are we going?”

Vacations were not a thing in District 12. 

“The Capitol?” you guessed. 

“No, not the Capitol.” 

You sigh in relief. Still he had not answered your question. 

“Where then?” 

He gets up from the bed and zips the bag up. 

“Do you not trust me?”

You get up from the bed to see he had laid a dress on the end of the bed for you. 

‘‘I just want to know where we are going.” 

“You took me to a special place, and now I want to take you somewhere, okay?”

Throwing the duffle bag filled with spare clothes for you and him, over his shoulder he exits the room. 

You change and his way out to the living room. There would be no point in fighting. You were going to find out where he was taking you at some point. 

The living room was empty, but the door swung wide. 

With the door being left open for you, you took the stairs down to where Coriolanus was loading the back of a patrolling truck. 

You saw a small cooler of food, one of the old pans, bedding and pillows, a small bag of toiletries and the clothes bag. He had packed in a hurry. The bags were thrown in without care. They were far apart from each other and more items than not were upside down.

“We’re not coming back?” you ask. 

“We’ll stay a night or two.” Or however long it takes to find Lucy Gray’s body.

He holds open the door and you follow his silent command to get in. You spot the rifle tucked between the seat and the console. It makes you rethink your decision of complacency. 

“My special place didn’t need a gun.”

He takes your arm and gently pushes you forward into the car, but you tug back against him. 

“It’s nothing. Just a precaution.” 

He gently pushes you again to move. 

“Get in.” he barks. 

“No.”

He takes a harsh grip this time on your arm and leads you back to the cage where Peacekeepers kept people who disturbed the peace.

He pushed you into the small space amongst the bags. 

It was big enough that you could sit with your back against the wall but it would only leave an inch of space between your head and the roof. The back was caged in so the rebels couldn’t reach the officers in front, and the length was long enough to fit three or four rebels at one time. Albeit a tad uncomfortably. 

You bang on the metal divide as he slams the door shut and begins to drive. 

“Coriolanus, you don’t have to do this. I could just go home.” 

He drives through the middle of the district to the out of bounds forest, where Peacekeepers were waiting armed and ready by the electric fence line. They buzz the parting gate open and seal it shut again once the car passes. 

Past the gate, it was just you and him. What would he want to take you to a secluded forest for. A million reasons run through your mind and they all end with you dead. 

“How are you doing back there?” he calls from the front. The car as it powers through the harsh conditions almost drowns him out. 

“Where are you taking me?” you demand to know, “What’s out past the boundary line that you set up?”

Was he hiding something out there? Was that the reason he set up the fence? Not to keep people contained but to hide something. 

“There’s a cabin I know of. There’s a lake too. I think you’ll like it.”

You watch from the front window, looking out for landmarks that could lead you back home. The dark clouds that roll fourth threaten to destroy anything you can remember. 

The path to the cabin is ingrained in his mind since he walked back a different man. He weaved through the gaps in the forest without looking at his father’s compass. 

“Did Lucy Gray like it?” 

He ignores your comment and you don’t speak again. 

—---

When you reach the cabin it is old and run down. Vines cover the walls of the house, patching up the rotten wood. 

Coriolanus seemed nervous to be there. His hand flexes as it reaches for you.

The door had been sealed shut with moisture and it took three hard shoulder charges from Coriolanus to get it open. He invites you in with a hand on your shoulder, shutting the door behind you before retaking your hand in his.

You could smell the dust as you stood in the small living room. The cabin was small and colorless. Mostly everything was made from wood. From the small kitchen table and chairs to the bed you could see in the adjacent room. The only thing that was metal was an old fire stove, and a few decorative pieces.  

Leaves had blown in from holes in the roof scattering the floor. The place looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. You would have thought the place was abandoned since its creation if there weren’t bags upon the floor. Despite its appearance, someone had been here before you and Coriolanus. 

He lets go of you to rush over to the bags. He unzips one and pulls out a colorful dress. The way he lets out a laughy breath sends shivers down your spine. 

“Lucy Gray’s?” you ask but you already know the answer. He had taken her here to kill her, maybe under the guise of running away together, and now he has taken you here to kill you. 

Coriolanus shrugs as if he doesn’t know and shoves the dress back in the bag. 

“Whoever it belongs to is long gone.” 

He continues to look through the bags for anything missing while you glance at the door. 

You think about making a run for it. Surely you would have a better chance in the forest then against him. You feel your feet slowly turning in the direction of the door when his speaking interrupts you. 

“I’ll take this junk outside.” he gathers the bags, slinging one over his shoulder and carrying the other two in his hands. 

You don’t speak as he comes over to you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, noticing your uptight demeanor. 

“Fine. You?” Was he being driven to a quiet rage with thoughts of Lucy Gray?

“Perfect.”

He places a quick kiss to your lips before carrying the bags outside. 

You look at the gun on the floor. If you ran now while he was busy outside it would give you a head start. Surely he would need to come back to get the gun before chasing you. He couldn’t do it with his bare hands. 

You could feel his hands around your throat and knew he could. 

You bolt through the door and down the old steps but run into him as he comes back up. 

He had only taken to throwing the old bags by the side of the house, planning to sink them alongside of the guns in the lake at a later point. 

“Whoa” he stops you with his hands, “Where are you going?”

“The bags. To get the bags out of the car.” 

He looks out to the forest as if he had heard something. 

“Get back inside. I’ll get them.” 

You watch him from the window bring the items in. He was cautious and kept glancing at the forest. 

You did not want to end up a ghost among the forest with Lucy Gray. You wanted to live. To go up to the mountains with Edmund and be shielded in his arms. 

As Coriolanus finished his second trip with the bags, he used an old chair still there and pinned it under the door handle to prevent it from opening. 

You promised yourself that you would make it to the mountains. Coriolanus would not kill you and bury your body next to Lucy Gray. 

You felt as if you were in the Hunger Games.

You were going to be the victor.

Coriolanus looked unbothered by these thoughts as he tried to light a fire in the old stove. 

He gets it going and as he puts his matches back in, he notices you still in a tense form. 

“It’s only for tonight. We’ll go home tomorrow afternoon.”

“Will we?” you spat. “Why are we here anyway?” 

‘To kill me. Say it, you coward��, you thought. 

“It’s quiet,’’ he suggests, “Some place quiet where we can be alone.”

“Is this where you took Lucy Gray?”

He slams a pan down on top of the hot surface. 

“I didn’t know Lucy Gray. I’ve told you.”  He opens a pack of sausages and throws them down without care before tossing the leftover garlic potatoes you cooked the night before in as well. 

“Did you bury her out here?” you push. 

He ignores you. Pushing around a sausage with the knife he used to cut open the packet. 

“Are you going to bury me out here?”

“I have never hurt you.”

“You starved me, hit me, nearly killed my mother. You call that not hurting me?” 

You felt your blood boiling. It was one thing to make your life a living hell, it was another to deny he did it. 

He drops the knife and turns to face you. 

“Have you starved under me? Has your mother?” he hits his chest with his next words, “You eat because of me. You sleep in a bed that I paid for. I provide for you. Me.” 

He stalks towards you causing you to stumble back. You hit a wall but feel a rusted piece of metal under your fingertips. You grab it from the desk but keep it low from his sight. 

“Everything has happened to you because you strayed, and you want me to apologize for it?”

“I want you to admit to what you did.” What you are about to do, so I don’t feel guilty. 

He grabs hold of the bar and pulls it from you. 

“I did not kill Lucy Gray,” he said earnestly. But he wished he had. 

He throws the rusted object across the room and it lands with a heavy clang. 

“And I am not going to kill you. You don’t think you’ve done enough already to get yourself hanged? I protected you from that. Not Edmund.”

Your breath hitches as you hear his name. 

The smell of burning and sounds of angry popping infiltrates the room. Coriolanus leaves you to deal with it. The sausages were charred on one side but raw on the other. After a quick flip, Coriolanus returned his attention to you. 

“Sit on the ground, by my boots.’’

You eye your weapon on the other side of the room but he was stronger, faster, you would never get it and wield it in time. Night time would be the best chance of escape. The cabin had no lock on it, and you were sure you could make it to the mountains from here. But first you had to get Coriolanus off his guard. He still carried his cuffs with him. Escape would be impossible if you were locked in place. 

So you sit on the ground and wrap yourself around his leg as he cooks. 

He liked the feeling of you anchoring him. It made him feel secure. 

He cooks in silence, tossing the items in the pan so they wouldn’t burn. Cutting a sausage in half, he could see it was done, but he had forgotten plates. 

Instead he takes the pan off the stove and carefully sits down across from you on the floor. The pan sizzles as it is placed between you on the floor. It didn’t matter if it burnt the wooden floor. The cabin was so run down, it hardly made a difference. Coriolanus pokes a potato with his knife and brings it up to you. 

He wouldn’t give you the knife after the pipe incident. You bite the hot potato off and Coriolanus had his turn. 

You could tell the rocky temper was still floating around in him. He had calmed but his face still spoke of his annoyance. His necklace overlaid his shirt, your ring called out to you. 

“Give me your dog tag.”

“What?” he responds. 

“If you’re not going to kill me, then let me wear your necklace. I’ll give it back at the compound, but if you do kill me, you’ll be forced to wear your guilt around your neck.”

You wanted your ring back before you left him forever. 

“I am not going to kill you.” he sighs, taking a bite of sausage. 

“Then give me the necklace.”

You hold your hand out for it, which Coriolanus eyes. 

Dropping the knife into the pan, he maneuvers the tag of his neck, bypassing your hand and dropping it over your head. 

You felt the ring scratch you as it landed. 

“Happy now? Will you stop acting crazy?”

You hold the pendants in your hand and nod in agreement

. 

The rest of the night was uneventful. He sets up lamps as it darkens and teaches you a card game. You lost every round, even the ones he tried to let you win. It was a strategy game and you didn’t have the head for it.

The game only lasted an hour before you were helping Coriolanus set up the bed. He had brought along air beds from the Capitol that inflated and deflated by a push of a button. He pushes them together and you made a bed out of the queen sized bedwear from the apartment. 

As he went to sleep with you wrapped safely in his arm, he thought about how he was going to get you to stay inside while he went searching the woods.

He couldn’t tell you what he was looking for or who he was looking for. Nor could he take you with him under the guise of a leisurely walk. If Lucy Gray was out there he didn’t want you anywhere near her. He knew there were four more other cabins in these woods. Just because she hadn’t come back for her mother’s dress, didn’t mean she wasn’t out there. If anything, if she was alive it would be the last place she went back to. She was smart, she would have known that Coriolanus would one day come back to find the mystery of Lucy Gray. She was probably trying to throw him off her scent. 

You wiggle, pulling the blanket higher over you and it brings his attention closer to home.

Maybe he could lock you in the back of the car while he searched. 

He decided he was going to do something nice for you after this. For putting you through it all. Get your measurements and commission Tigris for a new dress, perhaps. Or buy you a necklace of your own. 

 Maybe both. He had the money for it for the first time in his life. And he did owe you an apology and a thank you for being here with him tonight. 

He could see how scared you were thinking that your protector was turning against you. After yesterday, he perhaps should have waited a day or two before taking you away. He at least  should have been more gentle in the approach, so you didn’t think he would harm you for his anger towards Edmund. 

Coriolanus understood him in a way that saved him from being shot. He was just looking out for you, the same way Coriolanus would have. He and Edmund both wanted to take care of you but your heart only had place for one. And that spot rightfully, and wholly belonged to Coriolanus Snow. Edmund did his job of keeping you alive for Coriolanus and he was rewarded when the bullet went behind him and not into his skull. But now it was Coriolanus’s turn and both Edmund and you needed to learn that. 

Coriolanus mind slowed as you stilled beneath him. 

You will yourself to be still. You count your breaths out to mime sleeping. Coriolanus’s hold on your shoulder falls as he sleeps but you don’t make a move just yet. Half-scared that he would wake when you got up. 

It wasn’t until it started to pour rain that you decided to stop stalling and make a move. 

Carefully you rose, and the chains of his arms fell off you. The rain pelting down covered the sound of the air mattress as you moved off it. 

The rain, as it turns out, was a blessing and not a punishment. 

You had left your boots and dress next to you for easy access. Stripping yourself of your nightdress, you quickly change and tie up your boots. 

Coriolanus had taken to sleeping in his underpants, now that you weren’t in a position to indirectly persuade him to dress in his nightwear. He liked the feeling of skin to skin with you but you beg him to keep his t-shirt on. You hated the feeling of his skin pressed against yours. He obliged. 

Your boots squeak against the old floor boards as you walk across it to the door. Causing you to wince at every step, but you do manage to reach the door without waking him.

You try to gently tug the chair from under the door but it was jammed. Turning back to see him still sleeping, you tug a bit harder, but only the door knob jiggles. You cringe as he moves slightly on his back. You would have a harder time escaping the compound than here. There were no armed guards or sniffing dogs. Just you and him, and you had a head start. You had to pluck up the courage now. 

The chair scraps against the floor but you manage to get it free. 

There is a second where nothing moves or makes sound. You almost think you got away scot-free.

“What are you doing?” You hear his voice and turn to see him sitting up dazed. 

Your answer is the throwing open of the door and running out. You hear him jump up as you do. 

He yanks on his Commander’s pants and boots, leaving the laces untied. 

It was too late by the time he got out you were nowhere to be seen. 

He felt his heart jump from his chest. This couldn’t be happening.  It was just a bad dream that he would wake from. But the icy water pouring down on him told him that it was true. You had betrayed him like Lucy Gray. 

Lucy Gray. What if she was out in the woods where you ran? She was the victor of the hunger games, you were a lost lamb. You wouldn’t stand a chance against her. She would tear you to shreds if she thought she could get back at Coriolanus. 

He thinks about returning to the cabin and retrieving his gun but you were already too far out of reach. 

He yells out for you. 

The rain poured down soaking you to the bone, but covered your tracks as you ran. 

“Y/N!” he screams. You battle the rain as you ran through the forest. Pushing yourself to go faster. 

“Hey, it’s dangerous out here. Lets go back to the cabin. Talk about this.” 

His wild eyes scan the area for any sign of movement. The rain hindered his vision but he could hear the faint sound of branches snapping under your foot. 

“Do you honestly think you can run from me? That I won’t find you?” 

You don’t answer and he screams out some more

“Y/N! Come out now! This isn’t funny!” 

You stumble as your dress caught on a tree, it grazes your arm as you pull, leaving a nasty cut. 

He screams loudly out of frustration. The rain seemed to slow down to a trickle as he did, as if it was also scared.  

“You stupid, little girl” you can hear him as he walks, he was catching up. You couldn’t outrun him so you slowed your pace, focusing your efforts on hiding. 

“When I catch you…” he doesn’t finish his sentence. 

You press yourself against the tree. Your arm stung from the cut and your lungs burned from your efforts. 

“Hey, who do you think will reach your mother first?” he taunts. 

 You knew it wouldn’t be him. She was safe in the mountains and soon you would be too. 

“Y/N. That’s enough.” 

You slink to the next tree and focus on quieting your breathing. His footsteps got louder as he gained ground. 

“Y/N, I said that’s enough!”  He picks up a large tree branch and walks forward with it. 

“You’re going to get lost in the forest. There’s worse things than me out there.” 

He imagined you wandering, lost amongst the trees. Lucy Gray, savage and wild, following you. You wouldn’t see her as a threat when she introduced herself. You were too sweet. You would willingly follow her back to wherever she was hiding and by the time you sense the danger of her, it would be too late. 

He needed to find you. To make sure you were alright. That Lucy Gray hadn’t got her hands on the only pure thing in his life. 

“Look it’s not too late. We can just forget this happened. Go back to the compound.” he offers but you knew it wasn’t true. 

You hold your brother's ring in your hand and make an attempt to move forward. 

You made it to the next tree but hear Coriolanus stop walking. 

With the rain slowing, it was harder not to make a noise. 

A loud banging spooked you as he threw the wood against the tree you were hiding behind. You knew you should have stayed still, he was only testing, but your feet took off before your mind could command them not too. 

He felt better seeing you run off. You ran uninjured and with no one following you. 

He takes off after you, determined not to lose sight again.

Both of you run through the forest and rain. You felt as though he might eat you alive if he caught you, but he was faster. All too soon, you feel hands on your waist, pulling you down. You scream as you sink into the mud, trashing under his weight.

He sits on your thighs and keeps your hands pinned against the dirt floor. 

“What were you thinking?” He spat. You had never seen him look so upset. His face scrunched, eyebrows furrowed, his eyes looked down at you in a crazy panic. 

“How could you be so stupid?” 

You toss under him, screaming at him to release you. 

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?” 

You kick your feet in an attempt to buck him off, but he was too heavy. 

“Shut up,” he grabs your jaw and stills it in his direction, “You stupid, stubborn, fool of a girl. What was your plan? Huh? Wander around the forest and hope you make it back to District 12?”

You don’t answer and he tightens his hold. 

“It was foolish. What if something got you in the forest?’’

What if Lucy Gray got you in the forest. 

“Do you have any idea what that would have done to me?” 

“I don’t care,” you cry. 

“You don’t care?” he says, astonished.

He sits back off you and pulls you up by your arms. 

“When you were hungry, I cared.” he pulled you along back to the cabin. 

“When you didn’t have money for rent, I cared.” You wriggle your arm, but his hold was too tight. 

“Clothes for the winter, medicine for your mother. I cared. And what do I get for it?”

You latch yourself onto a tree. It grounds you as he tries to tug you off it. 

“All I ever wanted from you was for you to care.” 

He yanks you off the tree and shoves you forward. 

“You would think after everything, I would be entitled to it.” 

“Coriolanus, please let go of me.” you buck against him. 

He tightens his hold, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground. 

He throws you across the floor as you reenter the cabin, going to get his cuffs from his bag. You scramble away from him as he gets closer but he stands over you, trapping your wrist in the cuff and hooking it around the leg of the oven and then trapping your wrists. 

He stood back over you.

“Look at you,” he spat, “You wouldn’t have lasted the night out there.” 

The cut on your arm bleed down, your hair was tangled with twigs and mud. You looked pitiful. 

“Let me go, Coriolanus. I won’t tell anyone.”

He lowers himself down to the ground, placing his knees either side of you. He places the weight of him on your legs. You hated the feeling, as now you were fully immobilized.

He speaks slowly and dangerously with your face in his hands. 

“If you ever try to leave me again, there will be nothing you could do that would save Edmund”.

Do you understand?” 

You nod, but it seemed to anger him. 

“I asked if you understood,” he yells. 

“Yes. Yes. I understand.” 

“How stupid could you be? So worried about me killing you, you decide to do it yourself.” 

“I wasn’t thinking,” you just wanted him to get off you. His weight was crushing. 

“I doubt you’ve ever thought something useful in your life. Use to everybody else doing it for you.” 

His hands tangle in your hair forcing you to keep still. 

“I’ll do your thinking for you from now on. Your next independent thought, I’ll smash from your skull, understand?” 

“Yes.” you cry. The night proved too much for you. The hope of getting away now crushed under his foot. 

Your chest heaves with sobs. The panic of being a sitting duck waiting to be killed courses through you, it was a choking sensation. 

He takes his wet form off of you and towards the door. 

The night was getting to him too. He felt as if history was repeating itself. Back in the forest with little control.  

He goes to the side of the house where the bags layed and stuffed them with as many heavy rocks as he could find. 

They were heavy as he picked them back up and takes the old boat out to the middle of the lake. The bags sink easily with the rocks, and join the guns at the bottom. His past was officially buried. He now only had the future to look forward to. A future with him as President of Panem, and you by his side. 

He rows the boat back to shore. The rain soaked him again and his shirt clung uncomfortably on his skin. It sticks the cold to his chest and his mind floats back to you inside. You were sure to catch a cold if he didn’t move fast. 

Entering the house, he could see he was correct from the way your body shivered. 

Wiping off the water from his face with his soaked shirt, he goes to his bag and pulls out a fresh shirt for himself. He could still hear you crying as he changed into dry shirt and underpants. 

He takes one of his long sleeve off-duty button ups and a towel he wanted to be used from swimming in the lake and brings them over to you. 

He had brought you a spare change of clothes but after tonight he felt like he needed the extra security and you needed a extra reminder. 

You flinch as he drops down on his knees. 

“I am going to uncuff you so you can change.” 

You sniffle and he takes it as confirmation to move. With your hands unlocked, you battle with Coriolanus over your clothes. He grasps the end of your dress, beginning to hike it up but you push down the fabric. 

“I can-” you manage. 

“I do the thinking for you, remember.” 

You don’t fight as he yanks the wet dress over you, throwing it behind him carelessly. He keeps his eyes as forward as he can as he slides the sleeves up your arms. Only looking down as he does up the buttons. It was oddly gentlemanly and you wonder if he did it for his sake or yours. 

“Stop,” you beg, as you feel his fingers hook over the elastic of your underwear. He doesn’t, going as far as to help you put on a fresh pair. He cuffs you once more to the oven before bringing one of the blankets and pillows back over. 

He lays the blanket over you without a word and props the pillow under your head before returning to makeshift bed. 

He lays on his side away from you, but you gather he doesn’t sleep, as an hour or so later he brings his pillow and blanket and curls up against your side. 

He gets his rest, but you are left in a state of shock that hinders your sleep. 

————-

Early the next morning you woke from the sound of Coriolanus stomping in the kitchen. He was eating beef jerky for breakfast. You wake with the sight of him leaning back against the wood counter, towards you. You try to sit up as much as you can while being tied down. 

Looking at the food, your stomach grumbles. 

“Hungry?” he asks. 

You nod in hope that mercy would be given to you. 

None was.

“Imagine how hungry you would be lost in the woods.”

“I would have made it back.” you contend. 

He strips off another piece as he answers, “You would be dead if I didn’t find you.” 

He throws the packet on the counter. It sits unbalanced on the side. 

“Are we going home?” You saw the bags were neatly packed in a pile and you thought calling the compound ‘home’ might earn you some beef jerky. 

“I have something I have to do. We’ll be back by this afternoon.” 

“What do you have to do?” 

“None of your business.” he snaps. 

The conversation ended as he walks over to the bags and picked up his gun that was resting against them. 

You watch him, dressed down in his white t-shirt and army pants, as he swings his rifle over his shoulder. 

“I’ll be back soon.” he comments, half way out the door. 

He walks through the forest at a slow pace. Careful not to miss the smallest bit of detail. 

Retracing the steps of that day, he makes it to where he was bitten by the snake. 

Time had overtaken the hunting ground. There was now grass where the earth once was.The branches and trees had healed from the damage done. 

He eyes the place where he attempted to shoot Lucy Gray and aims his gun like he did. 

He half-expected to see her in the space waiting for him, but it was just ground again. No clues were left for him to find.

There was no rotten smell overtaking his nose. No scrap of clothing left for him to find, or anything to indicate human life had been moving through the forest. 

He continues to walk through. 

The mockingjays squawk above him. If he was a better shot, he would have taken the time to kill at least some of them. But you would hear the gunfire and panic. 

With no sign of Lucy Gray, he continues his way up to the other cabins. He searches each one but they look untouched and run down. The heat of the sun beats down on him as he makes his way back. It was early afternoon by the time he had satisfied himself that Lucy Gray was nowhere in the woods. She could have made it back to District 12, but it was unlikely. He kept tabs on the Covey for months after he got back. He surely would have known if they were hiding her. She must have gone north like planned. He wondered if she made it, or if her body is now one with the earth. 

Either way, she was gone and Coriolanus could shake her from his memory. 

When he returned back to the cabin, you were busy yanking on your chains. 

He presses the point of the gun into your ankle, pinning it against the floor. You don’t try moving  under threat. He slides the gun slowly up your leg, over your calf, over your knee, inching up to the middle of your thigh under his shirt. You pulled against your chains, but don't verbally acknowledge you were scared. 

“Open your legs wider.” he demands. Instead you squeeze your thighs tighter together. 

He pushes the gun with more force against you. 

“I am in a very good mood. You would hate to ruin that wouldn’t you?” 

Deciding you would, you separate your legs. He nestles himself between you, pulling you closer by your thighs so your legs are past his hips. 

Thankfully the gun settles on the floor.

“I think we should talk about last night.” 

You shake your head no and he gives you a serious look. 

“Every time I give you an inch, you take a mile.” 

“I thought you were going to kill me.” 

“I have been nothing but patient and kind to you.”

You wanted to laugh at him but forced it down. It was not too late for you to end up dead in the forest. 

“I know, Coriolanus. And I am sorry. It’s just no one has ever cared for me like this before”. 

He laughs gently at you, “You’re trying at least.”

“It scared me. But if you give me another chance, I promise I won’t disappoint you.” 

He lays his body down on yours, keeping his weight off you by planking on his elbows. 

“You can have as many chances as it takes.” he promises, softly.

“Just one more.” you return in the same small voice. 

He kisses you as if you had earnestly promised to live up to his expectations. 

But really what you promised is that you would allow yourself one more chance of escape before he made good on his promise to kill your mother and Edmund. If you lead to their death, then you would follow them shortly after. 

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Sooooo….. tell me about this rtc x catcf au of urs…. 😈😈😈😈

HOOOOOOOOGHH HUHUUUHUHHU!!! You’re asking for it!!!!

Okay, so, I’ve been thinking about this concept for the past couple months or so, and I’ve just finally settled on the roles (at least for the kids, Karnak is another thing in and of itself)…

Let’s go in order of song for the kids (in terms of roles):

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: Miranda Mary Piker

Noel Gruber: Violet Beauregarde

Mischa Bachinski: Mike Teavee

Ricky Potts: Charlie Bucket

Jane Doe: Veruca Salt

Constance Blackwood: Augustus Gloop

OKAY I’VE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO…

Miranda Mary Piker is one of Dahl’s scrapped characters for the original “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” book and was originally intended to be the daughter of a school master who HATED the idea of holidays/breaks from school/work and wanted to straight up ban them. In the story, she “died” after ending up inside (I believe it was referred to as) “spotty-powder machine” and, assumably, turned into spotty powder. Coming out of the factory, Miranda had red/orange spots on her face…and even in some versions…began to laugh uncontrollably as beforehand, she was a very “no-funny business” girl.

That aside, in my headcannons for her, Miranda was heavily pressured by her parents to be “a winner” and “the best of the best.” This kind of mentality sticks with Miranda and is tough to break out of. With that being said, what role fits our little over-achiever better than Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg?

Now onto Violet…Idk…it just…sorta made sense to me? If I included Marvin Prune (another of Dahl’s scrapped characters) he’s likely fill this role—-but since he’s not, Violet was the next best option. It’s half because I headcannon her as a lesbian and half because I think she and Miranda would have a rivalry with one another (like Ocean and Noel), mainly because of their strict parents who force them into reaching the “highest heights possible” in life. Also, since she’d be a female Noel…instead of Monique being her alter-ego, instead it’d be filled by “Jean Gibeau”…a male version of Monique. (She’d also change into more masculine clothing for her song).

Okay, I think this next one shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise…I mean…“The angriest boy in town”? Who do we know who fits that to a ‘T’? Well, Mike, of course! There’s also, of course all of his dialogue revolving around his phone and social media so…I mean…yeah. I get why people would cast him as Ricky (due to him being imaginative/a literal genius) but…idk, this just makes more sense to me.

Next, Charlie…Your ideas for him as Constance work VERY well…however, hear me out on this one! Hear me out! So, what do we know about Charlie? He aspires to be an inventor/chocolatier just like Wonka and is INCREDIBLY imaginative…Now, what was Ricky’s title again? “The most imaginative boy in town”…LISTEN…I MEAN…ITS LITERALLY IN THE NAME. Many people also headcannon that Charlie’s a genius, like Wonka, so—-for me, at least, it’s not too much of a stretch for him to say all of those “groundbreaking/intelligent” lines. Also, just as a note, “Space Age Bachelor Man” would be re-written to better fit his character since…uh…the cat-love stuff isn’t really…Charlie’s forte, lets say. (I feel like the name should be changed to “Space Age Candyman”, thoughts? And yes, he’s still in space…Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator exists after all).

Now…Veruca. Listen, even though I think it’d make sense to have Miranda as Jane (due to her LITERALLY being a scrapped character, thus limiting who knows her story and name) BUT…In this universe, Veruca being Jane almost makes sense. See, many people headcannon that Jane/Penny’s parents were never really there for her, per-say, and who do we also know aren’t really there for their kid? The Salts. Sure, they spoil her…but spoiling isn’t love. If anything…it turns people into monsters. But in this au, Veruca doesn’t turn into an angry, fear-mongering little rich girl…in fact, it actually leads her to become lonely and feel she isn’t loved by anyone…So, naturally, at St. Cassains (lets just say the story takes place in Uranium, still) Veruca is outcasted and seen as “the weird girl” who comes from that really rich family that nobody really knows too much about other than their famous nut business. Also, can’t leave this out…in the broadway version (referencing “Veruca’s Nutcracker Sweet”) she is LITERALLY TORN APART LIMB FROM LIMB. That includes, of course…her head.

Finally, Augustus. Yes, again, Charlie and Constance makes sense…however, something about Augustus and Constance just…fits for me. In WWATCF specifically, there isn’t a lot of evidence leading to Augustus being a jerk or even a “rotten kid” despite his parents kinda just…giving him more food to eat and him being a foodie. In fact, I’d argue any bad behaviors of Augustus are just endorsed by his parents and never addressed because…well, they caused it. (The same argument could be made for literally any of the other kids and their parents…but I digress). Anyway, in this au, Augustus never had these types of problems with his parents (or unhealthy relationships with food)…and I think that without all of that? Augustus would be a very good kid. Not a Charlie, per-say…but a good kid with a big heart. And because of that? The title of “nicest girl (or rather boy) in town” works quite nicely. It’s the only thing he’s really known for, really. His kindness…and…well…thats about it. Oh, except for the fact that his parents own the best bakery in town, of course! (Yes, the butcher shop is changed to the bakery in this…AND IT STILL FITS). Also, also…I headcannon that Augustus and Miranda would eventually end up as close friends…perhaps even lovers (blackrose, anyone?) in the future…so, in this world…bestie Augustus and Miranda just works.

So uh…that’s my casting! For the kids, anyway…Karnak I’m stuck between it being Wonka or Mr. Wilkinson (from the 1971 movie)…I’m leaning more towards Wonka because of certain headcannons I have that would make this au…EVEN SADDER.

Any more questions? (You have no idea how happy I am that I’m getting asked about this!!! EEEEEEEEE!!!!

“I’ve waited YEARS for someone to ask me about theories…! Hang on, I made a model!!! :)”

[amusementofaprincess]

The Magnus Protocol ep 22 thoughts

(Spoilers. But kind of vague)

- is Lena married?

- I am not surprised she expected/hoped Gwen would get mysterious compelling figures contact details

- what would those even be? “Random alleys, near tape recorders” “formerly under The Magnus Institute, Manchester”

- where is Manchester in relation to London?

- google says like 4 hours north

- this is not relevant to the plot but I literally paused the podcast to google that so you all know now

- ooh Augustus

- How much do you have to pay someone to get them to let you stick wires in their brain

- why are wives always better at the job then their “esteemed” husbands. (I assume he is esteemed… otherwise why would he be sticking wires in brains)

- who is the “we”

- Tetanus mention - get your boosters people.

- Alice’s heart was in the right place trying to protect Sam

- I don’t blame Sam for being angry

- MY BOYS

- who? *screams in obsessed fan girl*

[no-side-us]

Letters From Watson Liveblog - Oct. 6

Charles Augustus Milverton, Part 3 of 3

This is an almost comical situation, as well as a pretty common trope nowadays. Sometimes I forget that these stories are over a hundred years old, and it makes me wonder whether this is the first instance of the sneaking-in-then-person-walks-in scene.

Holmes shouldering up to Watson and now grasping his hand is great. What's even better though is Watson intuitively understanding all these gestures and what they mean, which goes to show how close they are to each other.

I forgot the detail that the veiled woman here meets Milverton under the pretense of being a servant selling blackmail material. I had always remembered it as her being upfront about being a past victim from the beginning. I think I prefer the actual version here cause it catches Milverton off guard and puts him at a disadvantage for once.

I love that she unloads into him. A single bullet would probably be sufficient, but a barrage is much more emotional. It really adds to how angry she is. She's the real hero of this story really. I don't want to discount Holmes, it's just that if his plan succeeded Milverton would still be alive and blackmailing. With her, he can't do that anymore.

Not to give Milverton any credit, but it's impressive he can still talk after being shot so many times before dying.

Also, her grinding her heel into his face feels more visceral to me than the bullets for some reason. I think it's because the bullets had a purpose, i.e. to kill him, but crushing his face is clearly for her personal satisfaction.

I just wanted to show another example of Holmes and Watson's non-verbal understanding of each other through something as simple as a firm grip.

A very considerate action on Holmes' part. He could have just burned Lady Eva's letters, but if all the letters are there, next to a great big fire, might as well right? No harm done.

A classic moment. A part of me has always liked to think Lestrade knew, or at least heavily suspected, it was Holmes and Watson, mainly because of this line. Though if he's still alive to read this story years later then he'll know either way.

Is the veiled woman supposed to be a reference to someone well-known at the time, like an actual statesman's wife? I know Milverton was based on a real blackmailer, so I wouldn't be surprised if it was similar for her.

Great story, all in all. I really liked Milverton and his death, and it's a shame he's not more prominent in adaptations, but his story can really only end in one way, so it makes sense. Regardless, I had a lot of fun and look forward to The Six Napoleons.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

[beezzaroll]

thinking about the sillies

Text code: Belos, Philip, Hunter, Luz

So I see Burn as the introduction and conflict of Hollow Mind. Hunter doesn't trust what luz is saying, he certainly doesn't want to, but he does eventually come to terms with it-- his uncle is an awful person. Suddenly the scars he's gotten from those countless missions hurt a lot more, knowing he could easily be replaced and he wasn't real. He's coming to terms with it but by Titan does it burn.

"From the moment I read them I knew you were mine, you said you were mine, I thought you were mine."

That's when we transition to First Burn. Hunter is mad. He is not Caleb, he is not belos, but he doesn't know what or who he is. He hasn't met the collector. He doesn't care about getting back to the castle. He is angry. All he wants is love.

"I don't know who you are, I have so much to learn."

Meeting Philip in the woods, Hunter almost defaults to his golden guard persona. He remembers belos kabooming the village and he lashes out. He hasn't ever lashed out, and he's put off balance when Philip sidesteps him. Philip is confused, Hunter is (to him) his current grim who is just playing pretend. So he does actually play along, going "grrr am so scary", he even asks of he was warned about this.

"Hah, Hunter, who taught this to you? Augustus, from school? Come on, where'd you get that costume? Ah- ow, Hunter, that hurts-"

Hunter is somewhat surprised by the lack of resistance but he lets his anger overtake him and he just starts hitting with his staff. He's sobbing. He's confused. He's hurt.

This must just be another trick. He's just going to hurt me more for this back at the castle, this is a test, he's letting the curse get the better of him...

[ahearthoficeandstone]

Okay then!!!! What if the ro and mc were in a relationship but mc decides to leave because they miss their country and everything else but a day before they leave they faint and the healer tells them mc is pregnant? what would they do? Of course, this is only for the ro's who can get mc pregnant, lmao.

Like 'leave the relationship too' kind of leave I'm assuming? That's an interesting scenario 🤔

Well this got really long, I hope this is what you wanted at least of not well... damn lol. This is also not super lovey-dovey either, most of the ROs have gripes with having kids so it being a surprise isn't exactly good news for them😅

Augustus

Augustus respects mc's decision to leave, as saddened as he is he understands what it's like to be away from home and feel beholdened to your country. He hopes they can at least be penpals if anything else. When he hears news of mc fainting he is beside himself and trying not to pester Noel as they conduct a check up.

When Noel delivers the news Augustus is both excited and worried. Assuming mc keeps the child Augustus is more than happy to take responsibility. It is suggested mc stay until the child is born and in that time Augustus dotes on mc all the same, always checking in on his breaks to make sure mc is comfortable. If the mc leaves he will not leave with them, he can't as he has his own country to look after. But he suggests that when the child is older they split the amount of time the kid spends in each country. Behind the scenes he'd be grinding away at fixing up political relations so visits can be done more easily. If mc stays Augustus has a much easier time being in the child's life regardless of if mc decides to reconcile the relationship.

Noel

When mc tells Noel that you're leaving for home they would have already become withdrawn. Still polite but they revert to being consumed by their work. When mc faints they would be brought to Noel's wing of the clinic because that's who's been in charge of your health.

Regardless of their feelings Noel looks mc over and once they figure out the cause they have to take a moment to absorb this information. They do not exactly want kids nor do they feel it right to leave mc to raise a child that is both of theirs. They wait for mc to come to once more and calmly deliver the news, and depending on how mc reacts they will try to be a comforting presence.

Noel suggests mc stay put until the child, and will continue to act as a doctor and keep things professional. Ultimately they remain impartial, and make no moves to reconcile the gap in the relationship. If the child is kept or not is totally left up to mc. If the mc decides to leave and the relationship is not rebuilt, Noel will not be involved with the child. And they make this clear, they gave no intention of uprooting their life to simply be around the child. If the relationship is reconciled they would be highly hesitant but offer to come with mc. If mc decides to stay Noel will be involved in the child's life regardless of if mc tries to reconcile the relationship or not.

(Sorry if this sounds cold blooded but Noel isn't gonna risk losing the progress they've made over a child for a second time)

Laika

Laika is quite saddened at the fact you want to leave, especially to a place he cannot follow. At least not without a lot of prep done ahead of time, assuming mc has enough political power back home at least. Regardless she entirely removes herself from mcs life and tries to pretend to be unbothered.

When news gets back to her that mc is pregnant she is angry at herself and seethes on her own for some time before going to talk to mc about it. Mc is told to stay in Aea until the child us born to avoid unnecessary stress if they choose to keep the pregnancy. Laika knows about raising kids, he knows nothing about pregnancy but will try to help mc.

As the due date approaches he offers to come with to be there to help raise the kid, even if he despises the cold more than anything and even if it would be troublesome.

Volo

Volo didn't seem all that fazed when mc broke things off to return to living in H'afeara, nor was Volo fazed at the fact that mc passed out, or by the fact mc is pregnant.

When mc awakens Volo will be there while Noel delivers the news. If mc decides to keep the child and leave for H'afeara still Volo will offer to take on the responsibility of parenting. If mc stays the offer still stands, Volo cares little if mc wants to be involved as well. They simply do not wish for the child to be taken to such frigid lands.

(I'd elaborate but spoilers, you know how it is)

Venus

When mc told Venus they wanted to go home they are saddened but just nod and accept it. They help you prepare with the departure simply by because they are around you regardless. When mc faints they are likely the one to gave caught them as their bodyguard.

He is pacing back and forth and peeking over Noel's shoulder the whole check up. When Noel tells him what's what he is shocked and freaked out. They are painfully neutral about raising kids, but once mc awakens he offers to follow them up north after the child is born. Despite the problems it may cause he is willing to come with. This is assuming mc also wishes to reconcile the relationship, if not they won't come with but will attempt to visit and offer a similar set up to Augustus.

Diedre

When the relationship is broken off Diedre is quiet upset, and leaves mc alone to do what they gave to do to leave.

When Noel hits them with the news Diedre will try to get to mc as soon as they reasonably can. If mc decides to keep the child they are told to stay put until the child is born. In that time Diedre makes sure mc has the best attendants so they are in good hands, he knows he won't be much help a lot of the time.

When things calm down Diedre sits down with mc to talk the situation over more. He is willing to be involved in the child's life, regardless of if ever tries to reconcile the relationship. Though how he goes about depends on how long the relationship has been and his general health.

[navree]

again, very angry that hollywood seems to think that roman history stopped with antony cleopatra and then had some minor resurgences around jesus and gladiator when there's a story about augustus appearing unexpectedly as a surprise witness to a trial to defend the honor his very recently deceased beloved nephew (a few months after he himself had nearly died) and he literally wasn't even called by either side he just showed up out of the blue and said he was gonna testify and the defense attorney got mad and asked him why (apparently very rudely) and augustus just said that it was in the public interest that he testify so he was gonna do it. this guy was the brother in law of one of augustus's best friends. he later tried to kill him.

[mckinleygirl98]

An excerpt from "The Captain", my Civil War story that's kinda depressing. it continues under the cut but yeat

APRIL 12th. 1865. 

I nervously approached the little old house. I was clutching the captain’s hat in my hands. The great plume, the foppish peacock ornament, the feather that made Captain Conway’s precious hat, was still drooping over the brim, despite the busted-up nature of the silly old hat itself. It made me feel sick to see the ends of it charred. Too bad. “Too bad.” 

 The small, shoddy house was falling apart too. I was afraid to knock on the door with too much force. But I did. 

It took a few moments. The humid air hung thick and still, as if the Earth were holding her breath.  

When the door, more like a wooden plank, swung open, I was met with a tall, thin woman. There was the shouting and clamoring of a family inside, the good kind that made your heart feel warm.  

The woman herself had tired eyes. Every premature wrinkle in her pretty face showed she’d been plagued with an impenetrable weariness since the war began. She was skin and bone, pale and wan, and it was difficult to believe she had once been the captain’s wife. I clutched the hat in one sweaty hand, and the documents in the other- the paper was beginning to give out in this type of weather. A look of surprise crossing her sleepy features- (everyone in that little old town being sleepy) she didn’t seem to get visitors often.  

A man, just as weary looking, appeared beside her and laid a calloused hand on her shoulder. The house itself was small, but the property spread for acres and acres. They were farmers.  

It was difficult to believe this humble, hard-working woman was once the wife of flamboyant Captain Augustus Conway.  

“Sir,” I murmured, bowing quickly and politely, “Ma’am.”  

“What do you want from us, soldier?” the man said. He was moving toward a spot beside the door, muttering something about a gun. I had a heart palpitation. “We ain’t no secesh- “ 

“Remember, the war is over, sir,” I told him, “It would not matter if you were. My name is Private Ellis Hansley, Tenth New York State Militia, and I am here to speak to your wife.” 

The woman looked up at her husband and nodded. He hesitated, but she said, “George,” in a strained voice, and he returned into the home, leaving us alone. “Has something happened?” she asked quickly, “I don’t recall any of my brothers going to fight in the war.” 

“I was… curious, ma’am, if you knew a certain Captain Augustus Conway?”  

She frowned, narrowing her eyes. “Who are you?” 

“I-“ 

Now the lady was angry, gritting her teeth, flying into a fit, “Who do you think you are, boy? You never mention that haughty, pompous West Pointer to my face again so long as you’re alive! Oh-h-h, you go boil your shirt! Go! I’ve had enough-“ 

She paused to catch her breath, gasping with pure rage.  

“I hate him! That good-for-nothing, pretentious, stuffy, self-important, vain, high-falutin’, swaggering, know-it-all, proud-“ 

“He’s dead,” I interrupted rudely. 

“Oh my God,” she said.  

She clutched her heart with one hand and rubbed her face with the other. “Oh, Christ almighty, have mercy on his soul.” Her eyes welled up with tears. “You must be playing me for a fool,” she whispered. 

Tears filled my eyes too. I glanced down at the plumed hat. I could smell the char. I could smell the blood. “I wish I was, ma’am. But- but, he’s gone, he’s been dead two years.”  

“Two years.” Captain Conway’s ex-wife sobbed, her new husband rushing to the door. His face, his eyes, were wild with shock, and he gave me an accusing glance. 

 I slumped defeatedly. 

 She stumbled backward, collapsing into his chest. “He’s been dead two years, George. He’s dead. Oh, my God, George, he’s gone! We didn’t even know he was gone! Gone!” 

George shook his head. “It’s a damn shame. He was a good, brave boy.”  

I held out his hat for her to hold. She wouldn’t take it. George wouldn’t accept it either. “You keep it, son. You must have known him better than anyone else did.” 

My lips quivered. “What do you mean?” 

“Well, you were his friend, and that is something to be accomplished.” 

The air was very hot now, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at the crying woman. It pained me in the very center of my heart, which, contrary to popular belief, had grown more tender in the horrors of war. I took a shaky breath. I could hardly breathe the air, hell, I could hardly breathe. There was a lump in my throat the size of a boulder. 

“No, no,” I managed, “He was a good man, sir. He was the greatest man you’ll ever meet. The things that made him terrible just made him greater.” 

George chuckled sadly.  

“I’m sorry, kid. I don’t even know what that means. Now get the hell off of my porch before I shoot you deader than Captain Conway.” 

rip captain c you shoulda been in the club

[heavenly-kazee]

Man- I'm this close 👌🏻 leaving yuumori fandom whenever I see Eurus being mentioned 😭

(TW: Sherlock BBC spoilers, RKDD spoilers, supervillain acting the most pitiable sympathetic character and mental health disorders mentioned)

Sherlock BBC didn't healed me, it traumatized me. Yup— I better be sticking around in RKDD fandom because at least the mangaka is more respected with the actual ACD version (maybe Ron is still similar like Benedict Cumberbatch but in a positive light)

I know there are Eurus fans out there but I am not sorry about this post. All I wanted is someone to save me from this horrible nightmare fuel of Sherlock BBC hysteria, not even God can take me away from this hell of redeeming the most psychopathic creature that has nothing to do in ACD book-

I'm not even surprised she's the youngest, I do not wanted to be associated as her. I prefer to be associated as Mycroft, a autistic government who has not stepped outside of his office room (Unfortunately, that is who I am throughout my childhood years)

In conclusion, (points at Eurus) she is Mary Sue. Such mary sue coded because she's too overly intelligent and easily overpower Sherlock and Mycroft. My main concern is Mycroft. He got berated, criticized from his parents and thinking why their son put their daughter in private prison- Ffs Mycroft never once get comforted by them at all, I could already tell who's the golden child here in the family-

How come Jim Moriarty, Charles Augustus Milverton and that quaky cereal villain got punished and died early on? That doesn't make any sense why Eurus got away from killing staff members and causing chaos everywhere. Oh, that's right, she's Eurus Holmes, their youngest third sister and a redeemable antagonist supervillain. A psychopath at a young age who killed Sherlock's best friend. Firstly, she killed someone, Mycroft found out she's dangerous and decided to send her off to the Sherrinfold private prison institution out of fear letting her hurt Sherlock. Secondly, her intelligence and abilities grew outsmarting anyone in the room and third, Mycroft gives up in the end and gives her "reasonable" motive presents.

I never once like season 4 or The Final Problem episode, everything feels out of place and it doesn't feel like Sherlock and Moriarty's death battle anymore.

Tragically wasted potential. RKDD done it way better than that. Instead of Eurus Holmes being in the manga series, that personality of hers was imported to Alice Moriarty as a character. Humming as she sings, Mylo almost kill Alice at their young age but she survived in the end. Alice treated Mylo the same treatment as Mylo did in the past. At first I didn't think too much about it until I finished watching Sherlock BBC, the pattern was too hard to ignore the more I investigate where Alice's personality came from.

Last but not least, Eurus Holmes is a character only for BBC, nothing more. She has no interesting quirks, only mind games like an unredeemable villain. If I was her little sister, I would be disappointed, angry and have many mixed emotions all at once for having a sibling who lost her morality as an human being. "But, Mycroft and Sherlock accepted her!" No, that's lazy writing. A realistic siblings wouldn't accept it as it is. They will think you're crazy, a criminal, disappointment in the family and probably be the first people to kick you out of the house for breaking family code rules. And as for them, they might as well tell the parents about their youngest daughter had killed thousands of people compared to Moriarty, Charles Augustus and quacky cereal killer.

That's all for my Ted talk. If you want to voice your opinions, that's fine as well but I won't tolerate any comments about defending Eurus as a character, she's already a vile mess, what do you want to argue more about 😭

[victoriams]

Livinia knows her sibling well enough that they won't retreat like a wounded animal when confronted. She knows Augustus well enough to expect them to stand by their decision – to shirk regret even after considering the consequences. She knows them well enough that she wasn't even surprised by the stunt they pulled – and she knows them well enough to know that they likely don't care what happens to them because of it.

The worst part is, despite the way her nose scrunches and her cheeks flush – she isn't angry with them. She's worried, but she's never known how to express vulnerability without first expressing strength. She's never known how to show concern without hiding behind anger. Despite the distance that exists between them, she feels responsible for what happens to Augustus, in her own twisted way.

She pinches the bridge of her nose before she speaks again, "Don't bullshit me, it's not just purple." She says quietly, "Dante is probably going to die either way, you don't have to." A pause, "I'm sorry... that was... I know that you're friends." She pauses again, letting out a frustrated sigh. "I... why? Why here? Why now?"

Auggie's pulled away from the brunt of the festivities almost immediately, and something tells her this will be a pattern of the night. Not that Max will notice --or care, more like-- but Lysander will. She only hopes their parents will be too busy --or equally disinterested-- to take notice, or she's sure to really hear about it, then. As it is, Liv's pissed off enough for all of them. Which is to be expected. She's a gamemaker. Still, they're firm in their choice. "It's not stupid. It's...just purple. I spoke to Dante about it, and he was all for it. I'm not-- I know what I'm doing here, Liv."

It's mostly the truth. They know the risks of this kind of move, depending on how Snow sees fit to strike back. It would be so easy. No one noticed when they were gone a week, who would notice if more scars were added to the tally, if they lost their tongue? Liv might. Aurora, maybe, by the third time she called to drunkenly cry about something and they didn't answer. Jesus, did they have anyone else? And if they don't, what's the harm?

[bowandcurtsey]

Missing the BC boys? In that case, may I request about the four of them ditching or leaving very early a party, conference, meeting, whatever to go back to s/o who's sick, at the end of pregnancy or anything else that makes it difficult for her to leave her room and such? If it's not clear enough, I would gladly explain further. And by the way, your little fics are true gems!

Nozel | Fuegoleon | William | Yami x f! reader

Nozel Silva

Nozel Silva was absolutely bored at this party. He hated parties in the first place. If it wasn't that the king wanted all Magic Knight captains to be present (for his pride of course), he wouldn't even be here.

To make it worst, his mind constantly dwelled back to you who's pregnant and about to pop anytime. Worst still? He made you upset just before he left.

You wanted to head out for a little massage but Nozel refused, saying that you should stay home and called a masseuse in for you. But you argued that you were pregnant, not handicapped, and you needed to walk around, it would be good for the baby. Besides, you liked that particular masseuse, you always went to her.

But your husband was way too stubborn for that, all he could worry about was what if you went into labour while outside and he was here at this meaningless party.

He felt worst the more he thought about your angry and upset face before he left. He only wanted for you to be happy all the time, which was what he vowed when he married you. Now that you were pregnant with his child, the more he didn't want to upset you because it wasn't good for the baby.

Consumed with regret, he couldn't bear with it any longer. He went up to Fuegoleon, who seemed like he was almost bored to death as well.

"Fuegoleon. I would need a f-favour." he said softly.

His rival looked at him, amused. Nozel Silva has never asked him for a favour!

"Could you c-cover for me?" he said awkwardly, "y/n seems... unwell before I left."

Upon hearing your name, Fuegoleon immediately understood. The royal was worried for you as well. "Go, hurry. Send my regards to Lady y/n."

Nozel felt bad for lying, but he told himself it was a white lie. Technically, being upset was not well, right?

-----

"Honey." he quietly came into your shared room.

You were surprised to see him because he barely even left. "Why are you home so early?" your voice was cold because you were still upset at your husband.

"To bring you to the massage place that you wanted to go," he smiled softly.

"You snuck out of the party? Aren't you afraid king Augustus might be unhappy?" He was dressed to the nines and was looking so sharp, clean and.. handsome. He features were already beautiful, but in his high neck collar and a cravat, he looked so perfect.

"I was... worried." he looked at you from under his beautiful thick lashes.

All your anger dissipated in that moment and you couldn't help but press a kiss to your husband's lips. He must have been really sulky at the party earlier, being all worried about you.

His face brightened up instantly at your affection.

"We'll go another day, it's too late to go for a massage now, I think they're almost closing soon."

"I thought about that, so I invited your favourite masseuse to come over instead."

You gasped when you saw her coming in with a smile, "hello y/n! oh my god, you're due anytime aren't you?"

You glanced at your husband, who was smiling quite triumphantly, "How did you manage to call her over? She doesn't accept housecalls!"

Your husband leaned down to whisper in your ear, "I paid her ten times the amount of your usual massage," He pressed a kiss on your cheeks before heading out of the room, "Enjoy your massage, honey."

Fuegoleon Vermillion

The captain of the Crimson Lion was way beyond bored. He was in the diamond kingdom with some other magic knights from the other team for a conference meeting.

Initially he thought that it would be good to associate and exchange knowledge with other kingdom's military but after the first 2 days, it seemed that most people here were just around for free food and drinks and for the fun.

He saw many generals, knights and mages getting drunk and getting chummy with each other, it was just unsightly to him.

His mind wandered to you, his wife, whom he learnt from Leo secretly that you had been unwell for the last 2 days. He was uneasy and wanted to come home asap.

He went over to where Jack, who was stuffing himself with the free food.

"Oi, lion king! Want some food? Damn these beef cubes are hella good!" Jack said with food in his mouth.

"No thanks, but Jack.. do you think you can do me a favour?" the Vermillion looked at him with pleading eyes.

"What? If you want me to go train with you right now, it's a no." Jack raised his brows at his fellow captain, "you can ask pretty boy over there."

Fuegoleon looked over in Jack's view and saw Kirsch, presumingly showing off his beauty to a heart kingdom mage. He shook his head at his cousin before speaking again in a lowered voice to Jack, "no.. I heard that y/n is unwell, I want to leave early to see her.. could you handle the rest from here?"

Jack blinked as he looked at Fuego, "you want to dump me here as the only in charge and take care of all these dumb kids by myself?"

Fuegoleon pursed his lips. He and Jack were the main ICs for the clover kingdom knights, it would be irresponsible to just leave..

"I'm just pulling your leg red head," Jack smacked his back, "I'll slash them if they misbehave, just go back to Mrs Lion."

"I- thanks Jack." he smiled, feeling relieved, "I'll tell Kirsch to lend you a hand too.."

-----

"But Sis! My bro would hammer me if he came back and found you still unwell!!" Leo's voice was heard from your shared room, "You have to see the doctor!"

"I'm fine Leo.... I just need more sleep, alright? Don't let Fue know that I'm unwell." your voice sounded weak.

"Don't let me know what?" Fue's body lean against the door frame of your room, his arms crossed and one of his eyebrows raised.

"Brother! you're back!" Leo beamed, "Geez, you take care of your own girl, I'm leaving now!" the little lion cub shook his head as he left.

That traitor. You narrowed your eyes at his retreating back.

"Don't blame Leo, love," Fue chuckled at your expression as he came to sit by your side on the bed, "I called him and asked about you."

"It's just a cold, I must have slept without drying my hair properly the other night.." you sneezed before you finished your sentence.

Fue immediately wrapped you in his arms, radiating heat to warm you up, "I'm just gone for 3 days and you're already sick, do I have to drag you everywhere with me now?" he teased.

"Why are you back so early?" you pouted at his teasing, "I thought you'll be gone for about a week?"

"I missed my wife," his tapped his fingers on your nose, "But she didn't even tell me the truth about her getting sick.. I thought we made a vow, in sickness and in health?"

You lowered your eyes and looked at your man under your fluttering eyelash, pouting even more. You were indeed feeling guilty for lying to him, but you thought it was a white lie, for you didn't want him to worry..

"Fue, you can't just dump your work just like that y'know.. It's not right plus you were one of the ICs for the clover kingdom in this joint conference right..?"

"Yeah.. but most of the main stuff were over," he assured you, "now let me fufill the duties of a husband and take care of my sick wife."

William Vangeance

His body was at the heart kingdom for a joint training session with their Mages and Clover kingdom's knights, but his heart is with you, who was back at home nursing your injury.

Furthermore, you were injured during a mission, in which he was already feeling guilt for not taking care of you properly. Although you kept telling him that you were okay, but your man was just a huge softie he still blamed himself nonetheless.

"Watch out!" Gaja knocked William out of the way in time, avoiding an attack by one of the young mages that William was in charge of training.

"Are you hurt?" Gaja looked over at William, who shook his head. "You've been spacing out quite a bit sir Vangeance, is everything alright?"

William sighed, "I'm very sorry Gaja san, I'm just worried for someone back at home.."

"Ahhh," Gaja smiled, understanding what was going on, "Must be Lady y/n isn't it?"

William looked at him, shocked.

Gaja chuckled and patted William on the back, "Go, attend to her before coming back, our doors are always welcomed to you guys anyway. I'll take over the Junior Mages from here."

-----

You were struggling to pick up your purse that you dropped on the floor. One of your leg was in a cast, so it was really difficult for you to even move around, let alone bend down to pick up things.

As you tried stretching and straightening your leg, you lost your balance and tumbled. But before your face crashed face first onto the ground, a pair of hands caught you.

"Are you okay?!" A familiar voice rang at your ears.

"Darling! What are you doing back here?!" you were shocked to see that you were in the arms of your man, William.

His warm smile melted your heart and sent it beating in a frenzy, "I was too worried, I couldn't focus, honey.. So I got sent home."

"You got sent home like a little kid huh.." you chuckled, "Darling, I told you I could take care of myself and I'll be home, don't worry-"

"And look who's here falling face first to the floor and got caught in my arms?" he gave you the look. The look that he was absolutely right, his smile never changed but the shine in his eyes were determined and strong.

You gave a relenting sigh, "Okay.. but are you sure it's okay for you to be back here..?" you were worried that he'll be reprimanded.

"Nothing comes before you, honey. I would head back for extra time when you're better. I promised Gaja san." He picked you up and put you back into bed. "Now, let me serve you first."

Yami Sukehiro

"Bottoms up!" Jack shouted to Yami, "Look at all the free food and alcohol we have tonight~"

The Black Bulls captain was not really interested tonight, his mind flashed back to the image of you before he came to this party. Your belly was so round and full, carrying his child for him. It was difficult for you to walk around and your feet were swollen but you still persuaded him to come to this party, because Julius was making an important speech about the captains tonight.

"Yami," Julius tapped him on the shoulder, "you don't really look yourself tonight, did you fight with y/n?"

"Fight, your ass, old man!" Yami narrowed his eyes at the king, "I'm just waiting for you to make your little speech so I can leave to accompany my pregnant wife, who is about to pop anytime!"

"Oh.." Julius gave the man a sheepish smile, "Em, it's nothing much, just wanted to thank the captains for their hard work..."

Yami raised an eyebrow, "Are you kidding me? Well, you're very welcome, I'll redeem all the free food and alcohol next time!"

Julius smiled and shook his head at Yami's retreating figure.

-----

You sat on the rooftop where your husband and you usually hung out on some nights, this time you were alone, because your husband had to attend some Royal Party. You didn't want to attend because it would be tiring for a heavily pregnant lady like you to entertain the people there, so you sent him on his own while you stayed back at the base.

A blanket draped over your frame. You turned around and your herculean husband stood towering over you. "Are you trying to freeze yourself and my baby out here?"

"Baby, what are you doing back so soon?! Are you drunk already?!"

"Babe, I was only gone for barely 2 hours did you think I'd be drunk so soon? You're hurting my pride right now."

"Oh, that what happened? Did you get into a fight and got sent home?"

He gave you a little puppy pout, telling you his fragile heart has indeed been broken, "I came home because I missed you and our little baby boy"

He wrapped you in his huge arms, body radiating heat to yours and warming you up. He gently pressed a kiss to your temples as he watched the night sky with you, the royal castle in the far distant.

"Aren't you a clingy husband?" you giggled, "I told you- ouch! He kicked me!"

"Heh, see he disagrees with you!" he let out a low chuckle, before putting his huge palms on your belly, "Hey, if you bully mommy, you'll get it when you're out young man."

You gave him a little joking glare for giving a threat to your unborn son.

"Babe! You can't neglect me when he's out okay! I'll be real jealous.." he sighed as he put his head on your shoulder.

-end-

[themotherlobehq]

Potential stories happening after Psychonaut 2′s ending. Beware for spoilers for the entire game:

- Razputin gets therapy, as does his entire family.

- Related to that, Donatella realizes how terribly her attitude towards Raz has been. Same for Dion and Frazie.

- Compton has a conversation with both Sam and Dogen about how to treat animals as equals and not hurt them just for your own gain or because you’re angry at them, once hears about his grandchildren’s actions.

- Compton promises to Cassie that he’s reached out to a therapist to continue healing and to old friends. He wants to be there for her in return. He wants to make sure that when he relies on her, that she can rely on him in return, and that he’s going to have other people for the times when leaning on Cassie will be too much for her.

- All of the Psychic Six go to therapy. Raz did help them, and to stabilize and further their healing, they will need continous help, this time from adult professionals.

- Hollis, to her surprise, enjoys her vacation a lot.

- After she becomes first leader of the Psychonauts, she assigns two experienced, vetted agents as her assistants and seconds-in-commands to help her manage the organization.

- Helmut has every reason to be angry at Otto for not properly checking his brain and discovering his identity early. He also gets angry at Ford once he learns that his friend had found his brain, then failed to make sure that somebody would care for Helmut before Ford shattered his own mind.

- Also, the agents who compile the data of Raz’s actions: “... Holy shit, that’s a lot this kid went through in the last week.” The Psychix Six feel horrified that he went through that, partly because he helped them with their own issues.

- “Seriously, Ford? That’s the way you showed Razputin what happened to his grandparents and Lucy? It’s like out of a horror movie!” Because Ford handled that reveal badly in the Tomb of the Sharkophagus.

- Raz develops an unconscious fear that his mother would wish he’d been lobotomized so that his psychic powers are gone because of her passive-aggressive attitude, her hatred of psychics, and because experiencing Loboto’s childhood resonated a lot with his own.

When Donatella realizes that - maybe even with some proof of hatecrimes against physics from their own parents -, it shocks her. She asks how could her son believe that? Augustus points out, “How could he not? Your behavior hasn’t given him a chance to believe otherwise. And I didn’t stop you.”

- Lili and Raz spend time together, now that she doesn’t have to worry about her father anymore. She properly introduces the two of them; gives Donatella and Dion the stinkeye and kicks his shins during the now less common times he’s mean to Raz; is furious at the interns for hazing Raz; she and Raz go climbing and goofing off in the Questionable Area, work on their own comic, etc.

- Lili finally meets her grand-uncle Bob and his husband. It might go awkward because he fears she will hate him, but he really would love to meet his grand-niece he’s heard so much about. Lili is curious about her father’s uncle, since he always spoke of Bob with fond sadness.

- After the Psychic Six return, she goes exploring the Motherlobe with fresh eyes. She has good tea and delicious cake with Compton, both which he made himself. She asks for Cassie’s signature on her own copy of Mindswarm and they talk about their favorite books and archetypes. Since she’s ten, she likes to ask for shoulder-rides on her or Helmut’s shoulders, because they’re the tallest. Gardening becomes a lot more fun with Bob, who teaches her new things. Otto is the only one who Lili doesn’t feel comfortable around because of his behavior about how he conducts his experiments.

- Worldbuilding Grulovia into a proper country with its own cultures and how that informs the Aquatos.

- Intergenerational trauma is, unfortunately, a thing.

- The Delugionaires are still a threat. Now imagine if they heard that Maligula has a relative who has shown that he has hydrokinesis as well... And the Psychonauts discover that they’re also looking for said ‘Child of Maligula’. Augustus’ paranoia would climb to new heights.

- When did Otto have his last mental health check-up?

- After days, weeks, maybe even months, Augustus asks Lucy about stories about his mother, father, and other relatives, the Galachios included.

- How is the Psychonauts’ standing in the international world? What are the opinions on them, especially after they got involved in war in a country not their own? How do the Psychonauts act as an organization to the outside? Are there branches and agents who feel entitled to get involved into crisis even though their intervention is unneeded or they don’t have enough information on the situation?

[marsfingershurt]

Louis doesn't exactly get angry when he's prodded at. Just quiets down a bit. His frustration shows itself in him shutting down. I do enjoy the dynamic of Augustus being the mediator though, making sure Julius doesn't toss my little guy into a lake and keeping Louis from giving up the idea of a friendship with this infinitely frustrating man!! (his words not mine). "Weird little dance battles" made me laugh outright when I read it lmao.

Mabel's instinctive reaction is to not let people be alone.. just ask Cathy. Go out and socialize! Being hunched over a desk with a quill is no way to spend time (in her opinion at least). I feel as though Nicholas isn't used to no hesitation being angry back, so the surprise might quiet him down a bit so yeah, she probably manages to make him chill out sometimes. She's like a gnat, going to Freddie over and over again when Jonathan was hurt just to get him to eat.

my amrev/redcoat ocs need friends, enemies, ex lovers, lovers. whatever.. they’re lonely!!

[transsherlockpropaganda]

A Guide to the Sherlock Holmes Canon

Compiled for BBC Sherlock fans who wish to branch out into the original stories by ACD.

A Study in Scarlet - Holmes and Watson move in together. Shade is thrown at the Mormons.

The Sign of Four - Mary Morstan comes along. Racism.

The Hound of the Baskervilles - The most beloved of the canon. Demon hound stalks Devon aristocrats.

The Valley of Fear - Freemasons have man killed.

A Scandal in Bohemia - Holmes is beaten by the woman.

The Red Headed League - Red headed shop owner is tricked by bank robbers.

A Case of Identity - Step father poses as young man to keep young lady's money.

The Boscombe Valley Mystery - Dying Australian kills another Australian, is let off.

The Five Orange Pips - The one about the KKK.

The Man with the Twisted Lip - Gentleman becomes beggar, is accused of own murder.

The Blue Carbuncle - Precious gem found in crop of Christmas goose.

The Speckled Band - Deadly snake trained using milk and whistle.

The Engineer's Thumb - Criminals try to crush man in hydraulic press.

The Noble Bachelor - Rich man loses wife on wedding day.

The Beryl Coronet - Banker loses part of very expensive coronet.

The Copper Beeches - Governess made to cut hair and wear electric blue dress by creepy employers.

Silver Blaze - Horse commits murder.

The Cardboard Box - Woman receives ears in the post.

The Yellow Face - Man is surprisingly not racist.

The Stock-Broker's Clerk - Man replaced by criminal at job he hasn't started yet.

The 'Gloria Scott' - Holmes's first case. Man has been lying to son for whole life.

The Musgrave Ritual - Butler solves puzzle that has remained mystery to generations of aristocrats.

The Reigate Squires - Holmes pretends to faint, scares Watson half to death.

The Crooked Man - Crippled man returns from India to surprise of man who betrayed him. Also there's a mongoose.

The Resident Patient - Ex-criminal sets up doctor in practice.

The Greek Interpreter - Watson meets Mycroft. Two Greek men get beaten up.

The Naval Treaty - Important state document stolen.

The Final Problem - Persued by Moriarty, Holmes and Watson flee to Europe. Holmes disappears, assumed dead.

The Empty House - 3 years later, Holmes returns. Watson faints.

The Norwood Builder - Man fakes own death to get revenge on ex.

The Dancing Men - Woman is terrorised by coded messages.

The Solitary Cyclist - Woman is followed by strange man on bicycle.

The Priory School - Child kidnapped by his own family.

Black Peter - Drunk man killed by harpoon.

Charles Augustus Milverton - Blackmailer killed by victim.

The Six Napoleons - Scotland Yarders are really proud of Holmes.

The Three Students - Student cheats on exam.

The Golden Pince-Nez - Woman kills man by mistake.

The Missing Three Quarter - Rugby player goes missing.

The Abbey Grange - Holmes lets killer go because of love.

The Second Stain - Woman told she doesn't understand politics.

Wisteria Lodge - Man dies trying to kill Spanish tyrant.

The Red Circle - Italian couple flee from gangster.

The Bruce Partington Plans - Submarine plans stolen.

The Dying Detective - Holmes pretends to be dying of a tropical disease.

The Devil's Foot - Holmes and Watson poison themselves and hallucinate.

His Last Bow - Holmes's final case.

The Illustrious Client - Holmes beaten up on the orders of an Austrian. Watson gets very angry.

The Blanched Soldier - Man's boyfriend does not have leprosy.

The Mazarin Stone - Diamond stolen, disguises worn.

The Three Gables - Woman steals story written by man she had beaten nearly to death.

The Sussex Vampire - Man thinks wife is vampire.

The Three Garridebs - 'It was worth a wound'.

The Problem of Thor Bridge - Governess framed for murder.

The Creeping Man - Monkey serum as viagra.

The Lion's Mane - Jellyfish kills man.

The Vieled Lodger - Woman savaged by lion, hides face for rest of life.

Shoscombe Old Place - Dog provides the answer.

The Retired Colourman - Man is terrible husband.