Yuri has violent thoughts, Vladimir helps him cope and Encourages Murder~ Because Anyone Who Hurts Husbands Gets The Axe~
I realized this one is perfect for Carnage Hall, so 🤭 minus an axe but still LMAO
Warnings: discussions and encouragement of violent thoughts and murder, Soap slander (if you like him, I'd skip this one)
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"...And I'm starting to get worried about how much I just want to fucking kill him," Yuri's ranting, after encouragement from Vladimir. Yuri's coworker, Soap (as he was called), is still making the older Russian's life a living hell: judging him, using Yuri as his own personal shoulder to cry on, yet always brushing Yuri off when the Russian was upset about something.
Vladimir kisses Yuri's cheek from where he sits in his husband's lap. "I don't blame you. But what's making you worried about wanting to kill him?" He asks. The two were serial killers, after all.
"Honestly?" Yuri sighs. "It's the fact I want to kill him with my bare hands. Just... beat the shit out of him until he stops moving. I've never felt this amount of murderous rage towards anyone."
Vladimir looks a bit intrigued, but he hugs Yuri as he tries to think of how to respond in a comforting manner. He finally decides on a supportive one: "I think you should. He deserves it, doesn't he?" The younger man points out. "And besides, not using a weapon on him would probably help your stress. Bet he couldn't even fight back against you."
Yuri lets out a soft laugh; Vladimir always manages to help him in his own way. "You're right, myshka," he replies. "He really does deserve it, and he'd make a good punching bag."
"I'd love to watch that," Vladimir giggles, relieved that Yuri seems to be feeling a little better. "So whenever we decide to get him, he's all yours, Yurochka."
"Thank you, my darling." Yuri grins before pulling his husband into a kiss. Vladimir happily returns it, wrapping his arms tight around Yuri.
Now, they just have to figure out how long Soap has left to live.
my favourite depictions of (og) makarov are ones where he’s just a little neurotic about everything. like yeah he’s an extremely dangerous man with no rules no boundaries and all that jazz but he’s also zakhaev’s snappy purse dog. cant handle stress at all, ruminates on things that happened a decade ago, scraps entire plans when one tiny thing goes wrong. reactive pomeranian stuck in the body of a middle aged war criminal
Consider: he’s an extremely dangerous man with no rules no boundaries because he’s at least a little neurotic about everything :3 so when his peace is disturbed, he’s Coming For The Offender’s Ass Stat
"Titania releases her breath, unaware she'd been holding it."
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Titania releases her breath, unaware she'd been holding it. The cloudy puff that accompanies it serves, seemingly, to remind her why she'd been so tense - why she remains so tense - she can still hear the steam hissing and screaming out of her funnels so loud not one passenger onboard could hear themself.
Had she been able to scream that night, she may not have heard herself either.
She's unsure where to start - how does one ground? The cold out here is biting, her teeth chatter on her own and she wraps her shawl tighter around herself.
A cue card is answered - that's a thick blanket being draped around her back. Around both her sides. Carpathia covers Titania's front by slithering into her lap, every bit as grimaced, "Ti, I'm back now - see? It's okay -" then, a coy smile, Carpi-signature she would call it - "I can still be every bit as fast as back then."
Her lover is a mind reader, Titania marvels. Somehow her Carpi knows exactly what the frigid air prompts her to relive, and not only that, but how to make the best out of it.
Both girls sink into the blanket and huddle closer.
(Reliving series: HMHS Britannic | up next is RMS Tayleur!)
Soft Thing. Assuming Hannibal was obsessed with Alexander the Great, and looked up to him — Naravas encourages the infodumps, then asks Hannibal if he can be the Hephaestion to his Alexander 🥺
Hannibal laughs, a very soft kind of laugh. Is the grass green. Are the Alps biting cold. (Naravas already is his beloved Hephaestion) ((they wuv each other so much))
I think it would be really funny if Lilith got his callsign/codename during his early mercenary days: one of his targets was a married man named Adam, whom Lilith seduced before killing
After the job, one of Lilith's coworkers jokes "oh, I guess that makes you like Lilith if you did that to an Adam" and Lilith liked it so much that he took on the name to use in future missions
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