oh and this one because i love pain: having to watch your lover die, as you’re restrained by the antagonist, unable to fight your way out of their grip, yet your eyes are glued on your lover’s
(@sparklingrainbowdragon you asked for this too so, tagging you here!)
I am very sorry in advance for this. Read below the cut!
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"Sir. We have captured some of the deserters."
Ivan turned around to look at Galina, his second-in-command, as she walked into the strategy room. She looked rumpled, as if it's taken a lot out of her to capture the rogue Grisha. Possibly, Ivan thought with satisfaction, that meant her squad had caught a lot of them.
"How many?" He asked, and raised an eyebrow when he saw her shift her weight from one foot to the other. "Well?"
"Just... Just two of them, sir." Her heartbeat spiked up dangerously, and Ivan wondered if she was afraid he would reprimand her for not bringing in more captives.
"Well then." He said strictly, but not as cold as he would have usually been. "That's still something worth reporting to the General."
"Sir..." Galina swallowed. "Sir, one of then is- we- we have captured Fedyor Kaminsky."
Ivan stood very, very still. For a moment, he thought it was Galina's heart pounding against her chest like a caged bird trying to be freed; then he slowly realised, the sound of blood rushing in his ears, was his own.
He stalked past Galina and was out of the tent before he could check himself. Another of his Grisha threw a pitying glance at him, but Ivan hardly registered it. It didn't matter. None of it mattered.
Fedyor had been thrown into one of the Fabrikator-enforced cages, with a set of sturdy, iron cuffs clamped around his wrists. He sat slumped next to the second captive Grisha (an unconscious young girl who Ivan didn't recognise), but when he picked up Ivan's heartbeat his head shot up like a deer caught in the firelight. Those warm, brown eyes widened impossibly, and to Ivan's shock, he smiled.
"Vanya!" He said, his voice as soft and warm and loving as it had always been. Ivan nearly threw himself on the metal bars, his hand reaching through the gaps as if to reach Fedyor.
There was no need for words; their hearts did the talking. Besides, there wasn't anything they could have said. Not in this situation.
Fedyor didn't move, but he leaned closer to the bars. Belatedly, Ivan realised his right leg was bent in a strange angle underneath him. He cursed under his breath.
"Who did this to you?" He hissed, a spark of his old fierce protectiveness bubbling to the surface. Fedyor shrugged.
"One of the oprichniki decided I wasn't being cooperative enough while we were being transported here."
Of course he hadn't been. Ivan would have been proud of him had it not ended like that. He made a mental note of finding the oprichnik in question and tanning their arse so hard they wouldn't be able to sit for days.
"Does it hurt?" Ivan askes uselessly.
"A bit." The words were breathed out softly; Fedyor was good at masking his pain, but Ivan knew him too well. He knew he was in agony. He longed to lay his hand on Fedyor's knee, ease his pain, call a healer. But... He couldn't. And Fedyor wouldn't want his pity.
Ivan blinked the sudden wetness away and shifted his attention at the other Grisha. "And she?"
"Her name is Mariya." Fedyor said fondly, and for a moment Ivan felt a pang of jealousy. Then he realised Fedyor's heart beat for her the same way it had done for Nina. Protective, a mentor. His shoulders relaxed against his will.
"She was knocked unconscious by one of the Heartrenders. But she'll be okay, I think. Until..."
'Until we're sentenced to death and executed for high treason.' Ivan knew he would have to be the one to pass the sentence. The General wasn't going to let him off the hook for sentimentalities.
"Saints, Fedya." Ivan sat on the ground so he could be at level with the other man. "Why didn't you leave? Why didn't you go to Ketterdam or something?"
"I'm sorry, Vanya." Fedyor said softly, and sounded like he meant it. "I couldn't leave Alina. I couldn't leave Ravka to Kirigan's mercy."
Not the General's. Whatever respect Fedyor had once held for that man, had vanished into thin air. The worst was, Ivan found that he couldn't blame him.
"You should have left." Was all he said, uselessly. It didn't matter anymore. His husband was going to die. And he would be the cause of it.
Fedyor shifted awkwardly as if trying to pass one of his hands through the bars. It was hard with the cuffs on, but in the end he managed to slip his fingers out, towards Ivan's. Ivan quickly held his hand out to hold them.
"It's alright, Vanyusha." Fedyor whispered as their heads leaned close to each other. "We both made a choice. I'm glad to die for it."
"I'm not!" Ivan blurted. "Saints, I don't want to lose you!"
He already had, in a sense. But at least he'd known Fedyor was out there, alive, possibly happy. This... This was different. Permanent.
"I love you." Fedyor replied simply, his eyes twinkling in the twilight. "You know that, yeah?"
"Of course. And I love you too. More- More than anything else, Fedyenka." Ivan said softly. He didn't say more; he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his voice steady.
"Can you stay?" Fedyor asked. "If only for a little while. My leg hurts."
The simple admittance broke Ivan, along with the knowledge he couldn't do anything to help. He let out a choked sob, gripping Fedyor's cuffed hand tighter.
"I will. I promise I will."
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"Mariya Abramova Svetaeva, and Fedyor Alexeivitch Kaminsky, you are hereby sentenced to death for the crime of high treason against the Second Army, the Grisha, and Ravka as a whole."
Kirigan's voice echoed like the drop of a hammer in the silence of the evening, that was only interrupted by Mariya's muffled whimpers as she cried. Fedyor spoke softly to her, trying to comfort her.
"Silence." The oprichnik that held him hissed, and punctuated the order with a swift kick on the Grisha's broken leg. Fedyor couldn't swallow back a short cry of pain as he nearly crumpled to the ground, and Ivan felt hot rage building up inside of him.
"Soldier." He snapped. "You will not attempt to harm the prisoners before the passing of the sentence."
The oprichnik muttered something about lovesickness and lack of conviction, but Ivan elected to ignore it. Kirigan cleared his throat to restore order.
"The sentence will be carried out immediately."
He announced. Ivan felt his stomach drop to his shoes- no, surely they'd have more time, surely he could have another moment with Fedyor-
"Aleksandra," Kirigan turned to the lead Inferni "build a pyre in the middle of the camp."
For a second, Ivan wasn't sure what the General had meant. Then it dawned on him, and he swore he could feel the ground crumpling from under his feet.
"Sir, that's not-"
"An order is an order, Ivan. They do not deserve a Grisha death. Rather, they will be treated to a druskëlle sentence."
Mariya must have finally realised what was happening, because she let out a heartbreaking wail and strained against the guard that held her.
"No!" She screamed. "No, please, sir I repent, I repent-"
The General ignored her and turned around. "Ivan, I trust you will carry out what needs to be done. It's what's best for Ravka, and for the Grisha. No sentimentalities."
Ivan didn't know what the feeling building up within him was; he had never felt anything like it. Too cold to be called rage, too powerful to be called fear. All he could see was Fedyor chained to a wooden pole, screaming and crying for mercy as the flames consumed him. Looking at him, those brown eyes filled with agony.
Something inside Ivan broke.
Distantly, he heard himself roaring as he hurled himself against Kirigan's back, hands wrapping around the other man's neck. Grisha powers be damned, Ivan was going to kill the bastard with his own two hands-
But Kirigan flipped him around easily, and suddenly his back was pressed against the other man's chest, his hands held painfully behind him. He couldn't move a finger.
"Careful, Ivan." The General hissed in his ear. "Or you will share your lover's fate."
"I'd rather burn than side with someone who would kill us like the druskëlle!" Ivan snapped, straining against Kirigan's grip. "You are a disgrace to the Grisha. To think I believed in you-"
"I am only doing what is best for all of us. Our personal feelings don't matter." Kirigan's voice was cold, detached. As if he had killed whatever warmth remained inside him long ago. He probably had.
"Vladimir." He said to the guard that held Fedyor. "Kill him now."
"No!" Ivan shouted. "No- Fedya, Fedyenka- no!"
Fedyor's eyes met his. Impossibly, he smiled; that damned, irresistible smile that Ivan had fallen for the first time he'd ever seen it.
"It's alright, Vanya." He said easily as the oprichnik fumbled for his dagger. "I'll wait for you, yes? We'll see each other again."
He sounded so calm, as if he was just leaving on a long mission rather than being executed. Ivan sobbed, sagging against Kirigan's grip.
"Vanya-" Fedyor grunted as the oprichnik pulled him back, the cold steel of an ornate dagger pressing against his throat. "Look at me, my love. Look at me."
Ivan forced himself to look. The knowledge that this would be the last time he heard Fedyor's voice, saw him alive and well and smiling, shattered him. But Fedyor kept smiling, his eyes filled with love and tears.
"Fedyor." Ivan whispered. Fedyor closed his eyes.
A moment later, the dagger sliced his throat, and blood painted the ground in front of him red.
for the angsty promp: ‘‘we can’t be together. it’s too dangerous. you understand that, right?’‘
more druskelle!Ivan coming right up for this... and also my apologies, because angst.
“We can’t be together. It’s too dangerous. You understand that, right?”
Ivan looked into Fedyor’s warm chocolate eyes, his breath hitching at the back of his throat as he detected real anger in them; he had never seen this emotion on his lover’s face before.
“No, Ivan, I don’t!” The Grisha snapped, and Ivan was able to detect the threat of tears behind the intensity of his tone. “What are you so afraid of?”
“Everything!” Ivan shouted back. With a roar of frustration, he whirled around and punched the trunk of the nearest tree. Snow fell off the branches and rained down on him and Fedyor, but he didn’t care.
“Everything.” He repeated, this time with much less conviction than before. “What my people will do to me if they realise I’ve been tumbling with a Grisha. What they will do to you.”
“I’m not afraid!” Fedyor declared, stepping closer. “I would fight a horde of druskelle for you, Ivan! I- “
Don’t say it. Please, don’t say it. I won’t be able to turn away if you do.
“I love you.” Fedyor breathed out softly, almost in a whisper. Ivan’s heart contracted and he rested his forehead against the rough bark he had just punched.
“And I will do anything for you.” Fedyor continued, calmer. Almost as if he knew he’d won. Perhaps he did- he was a Heartrender after all. “If you let me.”
His hand came to rest on Ivan’s shoulder, and even beneath the layers of cloth that separated them, the latter could feel the warmth of his touch.
“Fedyor-“ Ivan paused, trying to collect his thoughts, but it was such a hard task with this man next to him, so close Ivan could feel the heat radiating from his body, the soft brush of his breath against the back of his neck. He found that there existed no words within him capable to describe what he was feeling. After a short span of silence, Fedyor let out a tired sigh and took a step back.
“I understand.” He said quietly, trying -and failing- to disguise the bitterness in his voice. “All this was to you, was a tumble with a Grisha. Nothing more than toying with the enemy, yes? You know, your lot call us witches, but in this case you’re the one that fooled me. I hope it was worth whatever promotion your exploit will gain you.”
He turned and stalked away from Ivan, stumbling through the snow yet showing no signs of slowing. Ivan felt his heart twisting as if a knife had been plunged into his insides, tearing him apart. This wasn’t right- but he couldn’t see a way to tell Fedyor that he truly did care for him. That this was so much more than a tumble with the enemy. That… Djel, he loved him. He wanted to be with him more than anything in this world or the next, but there was no way for them to do so. There was no place in the continent, where they could be together safely. And if they ran away… they’d always have to look over their shoulders with fear and regret. They would never be truly safe, no matter how far they ran off to.
And so, Ivan fought off every single instinct that yelled for him to follow after Fedyor, to ask him to stay. He only stood by the tree, silent tears falling on the snow as Fedyor walked away for good.
ooohhh yesss….ohgod now i’m reading up about pre reform vulcan cause i realised i know nothing about it, I am so dissapointed in myself ! Spock would be the best in tracking anyone down, he knows perfectly how the irrational mind of a fugitive works
The really nice thing about Star Trek is there’s always more cool stuff to find out and read about. It’s just all out there, waiting for you! :D No need to be disappointed in yourself. Look at it like this, you still get to explore it all. :) And wouldn’t he though? He’d make a very cool and collected bounty hunter. Help I seem to be imagining this now.
liaduval replied to your photoset: Look at this soapy bastard.
holy moly! well this is….something
I HAVE NO WORDS.
Also supposedly he enjoyed this role because it offered him a chance that was eons away from his role as Spock. I’m assuming he interpreted that to be as scruffy and naked as possible. Obviously I’m not against this.
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