#My Imagination

[ronronald99]

! LAWLIGHT RANT !

Something that I want in a fanfic is a trope where Light is put in a mental institution due to believing he is Kira when Kira isn’t real and him seeing Ryuk and all that stuff but it not being real. So basically he’s schizophrenic and he gets so paranoid to the point where he has a psychotic episode and attacks someone or something like that so court is like “yeah you’re being put in an institution” so he gets put in a mental institution where he meets L who is there because of going insane due to the pressure of being the greatest detective in history. So basically what happened with A but it happens to L instead, and instead of going insane, he starts hallucinating and is diagnosed with severe BPD and bipolar disorder as well a like other major illnesses, so like he goes crazy. And so Light and L meet there, and become friends through a game of chess, both realizing that they are smarter than any of the other patients. L doesn’t have many friends due to him being very monotone and then out of nowhere becoming extremely aggressive. And Light is nice at first but he starts going into psychotic rants and scares people away. And it ends up with them getting together and living a domesticated cute life and them recovering from their problems…am I cooking?

[bluetooththereptile]

I know it is a disturbing idea for a fic but...

What if the reader gets reincarnated as parent of a serial killer in a horror game-novel? Sure they'll manage to end up changing the course of lives of the many victims of the child but...the soul if the child is doomed from birth, and in the process of aviating from the fate of a killer, it latches onto the life of the parent?

Like the idea of a yandere child is interesting to me, a child that loves their parent to the point of obsession (nothing sexual, completely platonic), and the parent unknowingly becomes the center of a dark world.

You looked at the bundle in your arms, staring into the eyes of the babe staring back at you. An infant wouldn't have the ability to even have vision at that age but...it seemed the babe was staring into your soul, so this was going to be the one that becomes a cult leader that destroys many lives huh? And to think your life was stuck with the babe...in the original time line you'd die by the hands of this child, six years from this moment onwards so...why...why the universe had to play with you like this?! You had frowned, keeping the bundle close to your chest while deep in thought, not noticing the gummy smile of the infant, you didn't notice, your willingness to hold the bundle close, had already changed the course of the story, because it was said the child was "unable" to smile.

"Mommy/papa, have I told you I love you so much?" *the three year old said in perfect speech while you tucked them in, looking up at you with a soft smile, those round eyes, staring into your soul* "Never leave me, promise? Promise?" *the child paused before muttering* "Because if you do I'll follow you around"

[picklemafia]

My Imagination

I imagined you

Every time my gaze met yours

Every moment spent with my hands wrapped around yours

I imagined tomorrow with you

I imagined you, lost as I were in your enthralling gaze

You were sitting there on a porch built by my hands, a warm drink as a bulwark against the cool morning air

You did not see me, so full of pride, and I did not want to interrupt

I imagined you, your soft hands held ever so gently in mine

You were holding our joy, the smile on your face wholly different than all the smiles I had seen before

You did not see me, so full of devotion, and I did not want to interrupt

Every time your gaze nervously faltered, only to be replaced by a smile

Every moment spent with your hands warmly caressing my face

I imagined tomorrow with you, and tomorrow never came

I imagined you lost

These many long years have passed us by, and I imagine you must have forgotten me

I imagine one such as you must have found your own peace

Must have erected a life all your own that you watch from the porch swing

These many long years and all I could manage to forget was your name, if you ever had one at all

One such as you, worthy of my devotion

Perfection made manifest

One must surmise it was all a dream

Did I merely imagine you

- J.Lamana

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[loredrinker]

No Path Leads Home: Frodo & The Inquisitor

Growing up in a household that loves Tolkien, it’s easy to see echos of his world in other works of fantasy.   

I’ve been most fascinated with Frodo Baggins - his journey and the themes of friendship, forgiveness, endurance and sacrifice.  

As I continue writing the story of my Inquisitor in my Dragon Age world state, I keep returning to Frodo. I can’t help but see parallels of burdens and losses between Frodo and the Inquisitor. That even after the battle is won – some wounds never heal.  

The Burden Not Meant for Them 

For Frodo, his burden is the Ring. For the Inquisitor, the Anchor.  Neither sought these burdens but they carry them, thrust into leadership positions in world altering events due to circumstances beyond their control.  These burdens make them essential to the world they live in, yet these burdens cause them both harm and make them targets for evil.

The Physical Cost 

Both wear visible marks of their trials. As the story unfolds, the Ring’s strain on Frodo becomes clear, but he also suffers the Morgul blade’s stab, which never fully heals.  Similarly, the Inquisitor carries the Anchor, a force of ancient elven magic in their body that is slowly killing them. Their body cannot sustain such power and, in the end, they must sacrifice their arm to survive.  Their burdens leave lasting scars, etched on their bodies.  

The Burden of Duty  

Frodo, as the Ring-Bearer, holds a title that few in Middle-earth share - “to bear a Ring of Power is to be alone” - to suffer. Likewise, the Inquisitor, named the Herald of Andraste, is thrust into a role they never sought. Both are marked by fate, not by choice. 

Bilbo passed the Ring to Frodo, binding him to its fate; Solas’s Anchor was forced upon the Inquisitor, binding them to the fate of Thedas, shaping them into a messiah the world demanded. Neither was meant to carry these burdens – yet no one else can carry it for them. 

Fellowship  

The best fantasies have a fellowship – a group bound by purpose, strangers at first usually, but forced to come together to get to their journey’s end.  Frodo begins with a fellowship of eight, each member playing a role in guiding and protecting him.  But the fellowship fractures as time goes by, companions pulled into their own battles. In the end, only 3 stand at the end of Mount Doom – Sam, Frodo and Gollum.   

The Inquisitor, begins with nine companions, their strength coming from the unity of their cause.  By the end of Trespasser, the Inquisition itself dissolves or is taken over control by the Chantry, and many in the Inquisition move on, some to rebuild, some to fight elsewhere, some to disappear entirely. In the Atonement ending of Veilguard, only 3 stand to face Solas – the Inquisitor, Rook and Morrigan (representing Mythal). 

The Trickster’s Influence 

Frodo is guided by Gollum, a creature twisted by his past and obsession with the Ring - a trickster in his own right. The Inquisitor, too, has a Trickster amongst their companions – Solas, a figure of wisdom and pride - yet warped by his regrets.  Gollum leads Frodo to Mount Doom only to take the Ring from him at the final moment. In Trespasser the Inquisitor follows a mystery through the Crossroads, leading to Solas, where he then removes the Anchor. Both tricksters serve as guides, yet their guidance isn’t salvation though their lives might be saved – it's revelation, loss and transformation. 

No Burden Carried Alone 

Frodo cannot destroy the Ring alone. When he falters, Sam carries him, and in the end Gollum’s intervention is necessary. Though Frodo bears the burden, others must step in to see it through.  Likewise, the Inquisitor cannot stop Solas alone – bringing him to his final moment in the atonement ending requires the efforts of many such as Varric, Rook and their companions and Morrigan. Just as Gollum tears the Ring from Frodo’s grasp, it is Mythal’s voice that finally wrenches Solas’ guilt from his hands.  

Both these ‘endings’ reflect the same truth: it is not just about strength or will, it is about the hands that carry you when you fall – no one can bear these burdens alone.  

You Can’t Go Home Again 

The rest of this post is where I move into headcanon, as I’ve spent a long time thinking about my canon Inquisitor and her journey – there and back again. And ultimately – there is no going back again.

“How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep.”  ~Tolkien

There are some wounds that time cannot heal.  Some burdens that, once carried, never truly leave.  Can time restore what was lost? Certainly not for Frodo, and not for my Inquisitor Lavellan. 

Both Frodo and the Inquisitor are swept up into something grander than themselves, their identities consumed by the roles thrust upon them.  They become ghosts of their former selves, shaped by suffering that others cannot see.  It does not mean they can't find connection or love their friends any less, it just means the world in which they exist is forever altered.

That's the story I've chosen to tell for that character.

The Fellowship returns home – but Frodo cannot.  The people of Thedas move on, but the Inquisitor remains trapped. Ever the Herald of Andraste, her role diminished but the burden still heavy. Whether the Inquisition is disbanded or not, she is called back into war. 

And for a Lavellan who loved Solas? There is another pain, carried alongside memory and loss – because the only person in the world who can truly understand what was taken from her...is the one who took it.  Just as Gollum was the only one who could truly understand Frodo’s suffering.  

Departure into another World 

In my world state – Lavellan, like Frodo, leaves. 

Frodo sails with the Elves to the Undying Lands, seeking healing beyond the shores of Middle-earth.  Lavellan, steps beyond the known world, passing through the Veil with Solas into the Fade, leaving Thedas behind.   

She does not leave just for love, but because mending the greater wound will mend her as well. In walking this path with Solas, they become each other’s fellowship, a reminder that even at the end of the road, neither must walk alone. Through restoring what was broken, Lavellan hopes to find her own healing as much as she seeks to help Solas find his. A journey that will ultimately lead to something greater - the healing of the Blight, the Titans.

Frodo and Lavellan’s stories do not end in defeat, nor do they end in returning to the lives they once know. They both end in transformation – a truth that to have loved, fought and suffered for something greater than oneself is to be forever changed.

Another thank you to @lotsofthinkythoughts for our Tolkien and DA chats.

[kieraplume]

Maleficent and Diaval.❤️❤️

No matter what was said about Maleficent 3, Maleficent and Diaval will be together for me. Or they will be together in my mind. They were destined to be together, their gaze and behaviour towards each other, it showed. Just my opinion. So as for myself, I will continue to imagine Maleficent and Diaval together.

I imagine their lips join together and they kiss each other : True Love's Kiss.❤️❤️

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Do you love my daddy?

Vladimir Makarov x babysitter fem Reader

Let's imagine Makarov has a daughter, he's a single dad and you have been his daughter's babysitter since... The first time he saw you holding her in your arms, what if during these years you not only developed feelings for the little girl but also for her father too? What if one day your secret is discovered by her and runs to spill the Beans?

Warning: I know it says 'x Fem reader ' but I think you can read it as a Neutral, there's no physical description. Spelling and grammatical errors, as always I think is not probably the best story but I haven't posted anything in a while because I've been feeling a little depressed and this one was waiting on the list. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

From the moment the little baby was in Vladimir's arms, he knew he needed someone capable enough to protect his daughter, someone strong but also with a warm and noble heart to love the girl as if was hers.

He spent long days and nights trying to find someone with those characteristics and spent long sleepless nights with the newborn baby, it was a hard mission, until he found you, totally unexpected, he was driving while his precious baby girl was in the backseat, he was so focused on the baby who was crying disconsolately that he almost hit you with the car, you reacted quickly and yelled at him.

«HEY! Focus on the road asshole!»

That's when he saw you, he was ready to put a bullet in your precious skull until he remembered there was a baby with him who suddenly stopped making noise. The baby was still crying but not breathing. He stopped the car right there and ran to open the door, you thought he was going to give you problems but he totally ignored you, that's when you saw him carrying a baby in his arms, something was wrong, you saw the baby's red face changing to purple. It wasn't breathing, a sobbing spasm.

«Baby, come on, breath, what's going on!?»

Without thinking too much you walked to him and took the baby from his arms.

He didn't try to protest, you put the baby in the next seat, you started to talk to the baby with a soft voice, in calm, while she was laying on one side, you were giving her small pats and rubbing her back with your free hand.

- It's okay baby, breath, I need you to take air, come on honey, you can do it, you're scaring your daddy.

The baby was getting more purple so you increased the intensity of the pats In her back and held her, positioning her tiny body over your forearm with her head resting over your palm.

Vladimir didn't know the fear until that moment, he was afraid, pleading you could do something when finally, his daughter made a noise again, a strong and loud whimper. You smiled, clearly you were as worried as him.

- Oh yes! That's it baby, good girl, you made it!

There was something about the way you held his baby that made Makarov realize you were the answer to his pleas. He was lost in thoughts until you brought him back.

- Hey, here you have. She will probably fall asleep... These tantrums leave the babies exhausted.

- Ah, yes, thanks.

- Sorry, I suppose that's why you weren't paying attention to the road, I'm really sorry.

- It's okay, you saved her... How did you do that?

- I'm a nurse, your baby was having sobbing spasms, we have to learn those things if we don't want to lose them during their tantrums.

Like fallen from the sky, that's how everything started, he almost begged you to work for him, he didn't care if you didn't know about personal defense or combat, he paid you the most expensive course. And the payment was three times more than what you asked him for.

Time flies, and the girl and you create a strong bond, she's such a precious pearl, you adore her as much as Vladimir, the man can't say no to his little princess, you go wherever they go, you cook, play, study and do everything with the girl, you feel like her mom, it's no longer a job, she became part of your life, she lives in your heart just like her dad, who's a gentleman, he treats you with kindness and tender all the time, you try to convince yourself it's only because you're raising his kid, but even those thoughts can't help you to not develop that silly little crush on him.

And He makes it more difficult, he sends flowers every morning for you and his daughter when he's not at home, he brings presents for both when he's back, joins you In the kitchen to help with the dinner or wakes up before you to make the breakfast, takes you and his daughter to the park so the three of you can have a picnic afternoon, joins to the playing time and reads fairytale stories for the girl every night. Out of home Vladimir Makarov is fierce, brave, strong and chaotic but when he's with his daughter and you, he's the opposite, you love both sides of the coin.

It's late at night, you're sure the little girl is deeply asleep so you decide to call your best friend, and as always you're talking about your crush.

«Y/n, I swear that man considerate you as his wife at this point, the kid is almost 6 years old, you're with them since she was a newborn...»

You feel your cheeks getting red, maybe your friend is right but... you can't create fake hopes In your head, this job is the best thing that ever happened to you and you don't want to lose it for those silly feelings.

- I don't think so, he's merely a gentleman. But oh god! It is hard to not love him! He's everything I always wanted, and the little girl... I seriously consider her as my own daughter! God... I'm so in love with Vlad...

Suddenly a gasp interrupts your words, you turn around and see a small figure on the doorframe, your kid has been listening every word you say.

Both are speechless.

«Y/n? Are you still there?»

-I'll call you later, bye.

You put the phone on the bed and walked quickly to the girl who is still surprised about what she heard a few seconds ago. You try to act silly, pretending nothing of that happened and kneel down in front of her.

- Honey, what are you doing awake? It's almost midnight.

- I had a nightmare... Y/n... Is it true? Do you love my daddy?

You shiver, unsure of what to say because there's no sign on the girl's face that can tell you what she's thinking or feeling.

- I... Ummm...

There's an evil smirk on her chubby face and a bright in her eyes that makes you feel afraid and at the same time happy.

- Can we keep it as a secret? I don't want your father to feel uncomfortable with this...

- SO... YOU, INDEED, LOVE MY DADDY!!!!

The princess started to run and jump around the room while you hid your face with your hands, you felt embarrassed and nervous, excited but afraid.

After a few minutes convincing her to keep the secret and taking her back to her bed, Makarov's daughter finally went back to sleep.

The next morning the smell of butter, pancakes and honey woke you up, you looked at the clock on the wall, 9 o'clock, you put on a hoodie and went downstairs as fast as you could to the kitchen and saw Makarov and his daughter cooking pancakes.

There's some fruit and juice on the kitchen's table, also a small bouquet of flowers decorating the table. You're observing everything cautiously when Makarov's voice brings you back to earth.

- Morning, sleepy beauty... Did you sleep well?

He smiled and wink at you, you once again felt your cheeks getting red.

- I'm so sorry, we had a tremendous night full of dreams and nightmares. Sorry, I can finish the pancakes if you wish.

- No, it's ok love, come on, take a seat, do you want some coffee or tea?

- Ahhhh...

Your little kid interrupted you.

- Y/n, look! Daddy made heart shaped pancakes!!!! He loves us a lot!

She smiled mischievously at you, you gasped and pretended to be surprised.

- Oh it's beautiful!! he certainly loves you a lot my sweet girl!

You kissed her forehead and went to the table, the girl followed you and took her seat in the middle, Makarov joined both of you minutes later with two cups of coffee and a glass of chocolate milk for his daughter.

The girl was strangely happy, more than usual, observing you and her father's interaction, Makarov is also acting more sweet and kind than normal, he's talking a little about how his week went, he's more focused on you, there's a different vibe that you can't describe in words, you only know it feels good, so good.

There were a lot of laughs, jokes, compliments and delicious food but by the end of the breakfast Makarov asks his daughter to go upstairs because he needs to talk with you in private.

She doesn't look at you, nods in silence and disappears. Automatically you started to take the dirty dishes and glasses to wash them when Vladimir caught your hand and softly directed you to go back to your chair.

Why do you feel so guilty? Are you in trouble? What kind of game is this? He treats you nicely and then needs to talk to you in private? What is going to happen?

All those questions were running through your mind when he, squeezed your hand, you looked at him and... He was smiling, there's a different vibe in the way he's looking at you, in the way he's holding your hand.

- Are you ok, love?

- Yeah, just... I feel like I'm in trouble. Am I?

He laughed softly and neglected with the head.

- No, you're not, you're fine y/n, but... There's something I recently found out, I was expecting you could help me to confirm this information...

You felt like you were going to pass out at any moment, you weren't sure about what was happening.

- I found out, this morning that... You've been hiding something from me.

- Wh...

- My daughter, has informed me about certain feelings you have for this little family and about your fears about me knowing about this.... And I think it's time to...

You didn't let the poor man finish to talk, you started to explain yourself, you let it all out.

- V... Vladimir I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I thought she was already asleep but she woke up and listened to me on a phone call and... Please don't fire me, you and that precious girl are too important to me, I love you guys, so much and I wouldn't know what to do without you at this point of my life...

You didn't know when you stopped talking, you only felt your mouth crushing against another one, a warm kiss intoxicating your system, while a hand is rubbing your back slowly, without thinking too much about what was happening you let your hands go and take place to the neck and shoulder of Vladimir, the way he kissed you was electric, you felt your body on fire, fireworks in your chest and a strong desire to not end the kiss.

After a while, both separate to take air, you were already missing his lips on yours, he smiled and sighed with some relief.

- I wanted to do that so bad. Y/n, for the moment we met, I started to think about you all the time, you and my daughter became the main reason to stay at home as much as possible, when I'm working I just want to finish and drive home, because I know my daughter is here, because I want to hear her laugh and see your smile, for the first time in my life, I feel like I'm on my knees ready to please someone else's desires.

You feel tears filling your eyes and a big smile on your face, you don't have words to express the happiness you're experimenting but luckily Makarov's daughter appears again yelling and running everywhere.

- Daddy loves Y/n, Y/n loves him too! Daddy and y/n are in love, daddy and y/n are in love!

Makarov catches her and hugs her, then he approaches you and kisses your forehead, you return the kiss but on his cheek and kiss his kid's forehead.

More than obvious that all that time she wasn't upstairs, she was all that time listening to her two favorite persons confessing their feelings for each other.

[fibey234]

Minister of Winter Vinta (or “Snowflake” as her fan-club nickname)

The cold and mysterious personality of the Minister of Winter inspired me to create trainings and sketches about her.

In my imagination fantasy world I gave her another name: Vinta.

Here I imagine how she gets ready for a workday and combing her hair.. lol.

And here - she started a snowball fight with the Minister of Spring..

Do you remember that Hyacinth started with the autumn leaves fight with the Minister of Autumn? So, now it continues with the winter minister snowball fight..😎🤪

[cuntphoric]

okay this is giving geto vibes

and I may be going a little feral at the idea of him doing this in front of his cult

https://x.com/admiratixn/status/1883600227954991519?s=46&t=qGzPfrXTY7pM-wP4elKB3g

OHH NO HE WOOOULD omg. stop i was literally thinking about geto taking us in front of his cult because of an edit and you just brought it back and i am NOT complaining

i have no words EXCEPT THE FINGER FUCKING?? THE TIT PLAYING?? THE KISSING IN THE SECOND ONE OUUHH MY GOSH.

anon i get you and you get me because we actually share the same brain

love you for sending this thank you sm <33

[beccawise7]

[zeizeizeizei]

Do you take drawing prompts or requests?

I have the most stupidest- of ideas!

Obi-Wan in a cheongsam?

Please?

Appreciate everything you do zei xoxo

Well...

[dawnsonme2]

♥️Dua Lipa❤️

This pic excites my imagination

[obscuredollz]

🌳 My Imagination 🌳

[planet-email]

some lazy hsr human designs

[aint-theone-u]

house x chase but in tom oddel’s “another love” ??? like that’s THEM TOTALLY

house who even don’t consider he deserves a love and he tried to find it out over and over again

and chase who wanna love someone and wanna be loved by someone strong enough to have a romance and wedding with a colleague and A NUN OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS but he’s STILL ALONE at the end of the show

and yes! they complement each other, they’ve been suffered for so long because of WRONG people

“all my tears’ve been used up on another love”

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Daddy will save us.

Vladimir Makarov x FEM reader and family (Lev and Milenka)

Everybody thinks Vladimir Makarov is a man who only cares about himself and his convictions, but they don't know how protective and feral he can be when his family is in danger.

(Your son, Lev is 14 years old and your Daughter Milenka is 8 years old, I'm pretty sure Makarov is an amazing father, he wouldn't let something bad happen to his family).

Warning: Mentions of violence, weapons, blood, As always grammatical and spelling errors. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

You live far from the city, so it is supposed no one has to be around your house. Vladimir is not at home, he is in the airport, you and your children are getting ready for school, you are helping your daughter with her hair when you notice a truck outside the house.

«What the hell is that?» you think, you call Vladimir but he doesn't respond, your mother instincts says to you this is unusual and your logic tells you that your husband wouldn't forget to tell you if someone would be around.

- Milenka, bring your brother and don't get close to the windows please.

Your pretty girl ran and a few moments later your son, Lev is on the doorframe.

- Lev, send a text to your father.

- Why me? You can text him too.

Your teenage boy sometimes makes you doubt your patience.

- No questions Lev, just do what I'm asking you, Ok?

You looked under the bed for an old backpack, and put it over the bed, you ran to the closet and brought a Pair of bulletproof vests.

- Put this under your hoodie, tell your father we have problems.

Lev looks at the vest in shock, why are you giving him that?

- Mom, what's going on?

- Lev, no questions! Tell him «caught in a bear trap, find us» now Lev!

Your son puts his questions aside and starts to put the vest, your adjusting it while he texts your husband.

- Done, mom are we in trouble?

You look at him, confident, Milenka in the room with all of you, she wonders what's going on but doesn't ask. You hold the hand of each one and explain them.

- Probably is nothing serious, there's a truck outside and your dad didn't tell me if someone would be around, I need to prevent, I promised your dad to protect us when he's not around, and that's what I'll do, ok? But I need you to help me, obey me, that's all I'm going to need.

Both look at each other and then to you nodding. You smile at them, the last thing you need right now is your two children in panic.

- That's it, now, we're going to pretend we haven't seen them, alright? Let's go to your father's car, I'll drive as fast as the car allows me, so please use the seat belt.

«Yes,mom»

You have your backpack with a medical kit, some weapons and your cellphone with the tracker on. Your kids are in the car, you are still trying to contact Vladimir but there's nothing.

Once in the car you start to drive, observing through your mirror, the truck starts to follow, you're sure they are following you because they take the same streets as you, they change lanes just like you, if you accelerate they do it too. Definitely it's not a coincidence, your children are quiet, Lev is still calling his dad but he still doesn't pick up the phone.

- Mommy, are we in danger?

Your daughter asks behind you.

- It's okay baby, if something happens daddy will save us, at the moment Lev and i will protect you.

You park close to school, you think maybe if your kids can make it on time, these men will not try to catch them.

- Let's go, don't look back, if I say you have to run, you do it, okay?

Both nodded. You're walking trying to lose between all people passing by. Your children are walking in front of you, Lev is holding Milenka's hand. You feel someone really close to you and then a gun is touching your back.

You don't hesitate, and a knife in your hand goes directly to the man's head. All the people start to run and scream.

- Run! Now!

Lev takes Milenka and runs as fast as he can while other men run in your direction, you start to shoot at them, two of them are down you can't see your kids anymore, you're praying to see them in school, your time distracted was enough to let one man unarmed you, you fight until another one appears with Milenka, pulling her by her ponytail and your son trapped by his arm pressing his neck.

«Mommy!»

- Give up or watch them die right now.

- Fine. Just don't hurt them.

The three of you and the men that survived are in the truck, your eyes are covered but you're trying to memorize the way according to the movements and the sounds around you, in case you can find a way to escape. «1...2...3 turn to the left, 4... 5... 6...7 the bells of a church, 8...9...10...11...12... Turn to the left again, 13...14...15... hole, 16...17...»

After a 50 minute trip, you arrive, an abandoned Gas station, they let you in a room with your kids, Milenka is scared and crying, Lev and you are trying to calm her down.

- Milenka, your dad will not let these men hurt you or your brother, I won't let them either.

- Mom, where's Daddy?

- Don't worry Milenka, Dad is on the way, I'm sure he will save us, don't be afraid we will protect you while he's not here.

- Milenka, Lev. No matter what happens, you will not say nothing about Dad, ok? Nothing. No matter if they say they will hurt us, no one will say nothing.

Moments later a man is taking you out, the pleadings of your little girl are hurting you and make you feel anger, you hope your husband arrives soon and give these guys what they deserve, pure pain.

- So, finally, you're the famous wife of the biggest criminal in the country, huh? Are you going to cooperate, princess?

- My husband will kill and torture you, no one messes with his family and lives to talk about it.

- We'll see that, now tell me, where is he?

- I don't know, ask as much as you want, the answer will be the same.

- If I break your bones one by one, you will speak. And when I finish with you I'll continue with your boy and your precious little girl at the end.

And that's what he's doing, you're screaming but not speaking, you don't say a word, just the pain.

«She will spill the Beans too soon, finish her!» someone says.

Your forearm is broken, some fingers, your face has some cuts and blood, a purple eye, what will they do now, you don't know, you're just resisting, you know your husband will not abandon you.

An explosion close to your location catches the attention of everyone in the room, you know what it means, he's here.

Before anyone can make a move, there's a flashbang grenade, you can barely see, men in black with guns, bullets, ashes, then a big shadow walking on your direction.

- My love!, what have they done to you?

You can hear his voice but you're too tired to answer.

- leave at least one alive, kill the rest, burn them alive!

«Sir, your kids are fine!» «Daddy! You came!» «Dad! Mom? Dad! what happened to her!?»

- Take them to the car, and bring a medic now! It's all alright, Lev, take care of your sister...

Makarov helps you to walk, he treats you delicately, he can't stop apologizing for taking too long to arrive while at the same time he thanks you for keeping your children safe.

- I'm so sorry my dear, they will pay for this, I promise you they will regret it! Thanks for taking care of our kids, they're safe thanks to you...

The medic splint your arm and swathe your fingers, first aid, but as soon as you arrive at the base, they attend your injuries, once you can stand up from the bed you walk through the halls looking for your husband and your kids. One of his soldiers takes you to where Makarov is. The soldier makes you wait out and goes to let Makarov know you're awake.

- Go on. (The soldier said)

Once you're inside you see a man, in a chair, bleeding, chains around his neck and wrists, you can bet he's already half dead. There are some exposed bones, like his clavicle bone, his forearm, shinbone, his nose is broken and his cheek has a deep cut you can see his teeth, his lip is dangling. You can listen he's sobbing, you walk more close to him just to realize this is the same man who was breaking your bones and hitting you.

- My love, how are you feeling, you should be resting. How's your forearm, your beautiful hands...

Makarov is now in front of you, kissing your forehead, your husband feels like he failed you, you're hurt and he couldn't do much to save you before all that happened to you.

- It's okay V, I wanted to see you and our children, where are they?

- they're fine, they are in my office, sleeping a little, they were very stressed.

- I tried to protect them, I'm sorry Vlad, I really tried.

- Darling, you did it well, they're fine, I'm in eternal debt with you for what you've done today.

He kisses your forehead and runs his thumb through your cheek, there's a fresh cut there. He closes his eyes and kisses you again.

Vladimir never shows his love and devotion for you in public, he prefers to hide you and your children from the world, he knows the risks, you knew them too and still, both decided to continue with this relationship and this family.

After a few minutes hugging you and kissing you, the groan of the man in the chair interrupts you, and just like that, the softness on Makarov's look changes for pure rage, he turns back to the man and hits him over and over and over again while you watch and hear the pleadings of the man «i'm sorry, please stop, please...»

Makarov puts a voice recorder close to the man, and then starts to speak.

«I don't know who you are, but what you've done to me today won't be forgotten, I'll find you and you will pay for what you did to my wife and my children...»

He stops the recording and puts it in the pocket of the jacket of the corpse in front of him, the man is hardly breathing but still is consent. You walk to the man and your husband, with some difficulty you kneel down and with a soft voice close to the man's ear you tell him probably the last words he will hear.

- I told you my husband would find us, I told you he would make you feel pain and make you wish to be dead. Look at you now, little shit.

Makarov helps you to stand up and kiss your lips, then orders some soldiers to put the corpse in the highest building in the city, he wants to let everyone who tries to mess with him know he's not playing and he will do anything to protect you and everything he loves and fight for.