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camloveswriting · 9 months ago

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⎯ red room

warnings: the red room, mentions of death, dreykov, killing/assassins

pairing: red room x fem!reader

desc: you’ve been training as a widow in the red room for years and now the general is finally giving you your own mission to prove yourself.

wc: 647

note: lmk if u want a pt 2! also… i used google translate for the russian so pls don’t shame me :(

“Быстрее! Быстрее! Faster! Faster!��

Faster. Faster. Faster.

She has to be better. She needs to be better. It’s the only way she would ever get out there.

‘There’ was the Red Room. It was run by a man named Dreykov. It’s a place that nobody can imagine. A place where young girls are trained to be killers, to be assassins. 8 hours of training a day, along with 2 hours of studies, then straight to bed. Being caught out of bed during odd hours was a death sentence. One than Y/N, and many of the other girls, knew fairly well.

“остановка. Stop.” said the Madame, while staring at the girls.

“это будет все на сегодня. Идите прямо в свои комнаты после того, как переоденетесь. уволен. That will be all for today. Head straight to your rooms after getting changed. Dismissed.”

The girls started scattering back to their rooms quickly, not wanting for there to be a reason to get in trouble.

“мисс Макаров. dreykov хотел бы поговорить с вами. Miss L/N, Dreykov would like to talk to you.” came the Madame’s chilling voice.

Y/N’s heart was pounding so fast she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“зачем, мэм? What for, ma’am?” she said, her voice shaking.

“это личная информация. пойдем со мной. That is personal information. Come with me.” she beckoned.

Y/N trailed after her, trying to catch up. Her thoughts were spiraling and frankly, she was terrified. What could Dreykov want with her? She hadn’t done anything wrong recently, at least, not to her knowledge. She had been on her best behavior, trying as hard as she could to get placed on a mission. She was only 17 now, most of the girls who got to do the important things were at least 18 or older. She’d been training since she was 5, though.

As she walked behind the madame, she tried to calm her breathing down. Dreykov always knew if you were scared. You could be the best spy in the world, and he could still tell. For fucks sake, you could be Natalia Romanova and he would still know. That was one of the things he said to the girls all the time, that he trained the Natalia, so they would try to be better than her.

‘She’s an Avenger,’ he would say, ‘She trained for many years to get where she is today.’

That usually gave them the motivation to keep training, to grow better than her. They could form a new group, a better one than the Avengers.

The madame knocked on an office door, breaking Y/N out of her daydream.

“идти. Go,” she said while shoving Y/N through the door.

She stumbled slightly through the door, making her way to the front of Dreykov’s desk.

“Алина, садись. Y/N, take a seat,” he said with a sickly sweet smile that made her want to throw up.

“Вы, наверное, удивляетесь, почему я позвал вас сюда. You’re probably wondering why I called you in here,” he started. “Видишь ли, у меня есть особая миссия для тебя. You see, I have a very special mission for you.”

Her heart continued racing, but in a good way. She was finally getting her own mission! Her chance to prove herself to the Red Room.

“что это влечет за собой? What does that entail?”

“вы будете пробираться в башню мстителей. вы не должны позволять никому видеть, как вы входите или выходите. вашей задачей будет убить наталью романову. ее нужно устранить, чтобы она больше не представляла угрозы для красной комнаты. You will be sneaking into the Avengers tower. You must let no one see you go in or out. Your job will be to kill Natalia Romanova. She needs to be eliminated so that she may no longer be a threat to the Red Room.” he replied, his smile growing as he explained the mission she would be going on.

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #red room #marvel mcu #mcu fandom #mcu x reader #mcu x you #mcu x y/n #mcu imagine #mcu fanfiction #red room mcu #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov

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camloveswriting · 9 months ago

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⎯ mentor

warnings: mentions of death (not explicit)

pairing: katniss everdeen x fem!reader

desc: you previously won the hunger games and now you're a mentor for district 12. you used to be best friends with katniss, until you were picked to participate in the games.

wc: 2095

note: i wrote this a while ago so pls lmk if u see any mistakes!

Y/N woke up to Haymitch shaking her awake. She was aware that she couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t know why. Then it hit her. She’d had a nightmare. Nightmares were fairly normal for her, especially in the days before the Reaping.

“Y/N, breathe. In, 1, 2, 3. Out, 1, 2, 3.” Haymitch spoke in a quiet voice that was only ever reserved for her.

“I’m fine, Haymitch. It was just a dream.”

“Are you sure? This is the third night in a row.”

“No, I’m fine,” she protested weakly.

Haymitch sighed but let the young girl walk past him to her bathroom. She rinsed her face off with water in a desperate attempt to fully wake herself up. She could still feel her heart pounding, but it was getting slower.

"I'm heading back to my house to get ready," Haymitch yelled.

"Okay,"

Knowing that Haymitch would most likely be late, she turned to her closet. She’d already picked out her dress the night before, so she simply slipped it on before settling on a nice pair of sandals. They were originally Effie’s, their District’s escort, but she’d given them to Y/N when she mentioned she only had one pair of shoes.

Y/N was fine with that, but Effie was distraught at the idea. Therefore, Y/N had new shoes.

She then applied her new perfume, also a gift from Effie. (That lady had a serious problem!) It smelt like spring flowers, perfect for the weather that day.

After deciding against any makeup, she headed downstairs to grab something for breakfast before the Reaping. Haymitch had gone back to his house, hopefully, to get ready and not go back to bed. He had a problem with that.

She stuck two slices of bread into the toaster and grabbed a plate while they cooked. She then grabbed the jam out of the fridge before applying it generously to the two slices of toast.

After she finished eating, Y/N grabbed her bracelet from the counter and slipped it onto her wrist. It was from Katniss, nearly 3 years ago. She still wore it every time she went out.

The girl left the house, making a quick run to Haymitch’s house so they could walk together.

It was a short trip to the Justice Hall, something Y/N despised. She hated living so close to that place, but it was non-negotiable.

She ran into Prim on the way there, who was seperated from the rest of her family. She must've already checked in. Even though she and Katniss weren’t friends any longer, Prim still loved her. She waved before attempting to follow Haymitch up to the part of the stage they needed to be on. Keyword: Attempting.

One thing about Y/N was she was not above shoving a child, which was something she was currently doing. Though Haymitch’s reputation with 12 was down the drain, Y/N’s was not. They loved her. A bit too much, in her opinion, but what could she do about it?

The kids stared at her in awe, even the ones older than her. They seemed to not be able to form a coherent sentence without passing out, which made Y/N want to laugh.

“Excuse me,” she said, still trying to push her way through the kids to get to the stage. “I need through.”

She finally made her way through the children before standing at Haymitch’s side. He was sending her a look that she did not appreciate, and she knew he would laugh at her if she didn’t say something.

“Shut up.”

He laughed anyway.

“It is both a time for repentance and a time for thanks,” the Mayor started.

Y/N didn’t really have an opinion of him, they’d never gotten the chance to talk.

He reads off the list of past District 12 victors, though Y/N and Haymitch were the only two alive.

The crowd applauded them, but Haymitch got confused and tried to give Effie the biggest hug Y/N had ever seen. She barely managed to fend him off.

“Haymitch,” Y/N hissed.

She grabbed his arm and tugged him back over to her, holding him upright so he didn’t fall off the stage again. Yes, it’s happened before.

The mayor looked distressed, probably because all of that was being televised. District 12 was always the laughingstock of Panem anyway, so Y/N didn’t know why he even cared.

“I’d like to invite Y/N L/N to the mic for a quick word about the Games.”

Y/N looked up, shocked. He’d never asked her to do that before, why now?

She walked up anyway, after making sure that Haymitch was okay with Effie.

“Um, hello?” she said, cringing when the mic screamed in protest.

“Thank you all for coming. This is a very important time of the year. I wish you all good luck and a happy Hunger Games.” she finished, silently willing Effie to take over. She thought she’d done pretty well for not being prepared.

The crowd had clapped much louder than they did for the mayor, Y/N noticed. It’s what he deserved for making her say something with no warning.

Effie walked past her, squeezing her arm as she did so.

“Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!”

She mentions what an honor it was to be there, though Y/N knew she was lying. She had complained about 12 many times in the few years Y/N had known her.

“Ladies first!” she all but yelled into the mic as she crossed the stage to the girls’ names. She reached in and dug her hand deep into the ball, pulling out a slip of paper. The crowd drew in a collective breath. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Primrose Everdeen!”

Y/N let out a loud gasp, feeling Effie and Haymitch look in her direction, worry etched onto their faces. There was no way Prim was called, there were way too many slips for that. Some kids had hundreds, Prim only had one!

“Prim!” Katniss yelled from across the square.

No, Katniss, please, was all Y/N could think.

“Prim!” she yelled again.

The crowd parted for her much easier than they had done for Y/N. She reached her sister only seconds before she could mount the steps. With one sweep of an arm, she pushed Prim behind her.

“I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!”

Y/N stared in horror as her old best friend signed her life away in seconds. And there was nothing she could do about it.

“Lovely! But I believe there’s a small matter of introducing the Reaping winner and then asking for volunteers, and if one does come forth then we, umm,” she trailed off, unsure of herself.

“Let her go,” Y/N said in a stony voice as she tried not to cry in front of the whole District.

Prim, on the other hand, was hysterical. “No, Katniss! No! You can’t go!”

“Prim, let go,” Katniss said quite harshly, probably trying not to cry as well.

“Let go!”

Gale came up behind them and pulled Prim off Katniss’ back. He whispered something to her that Y/N couldn’t make out, not that she cared very much. She’d never liked Gale. He seemed like the type of guy to guilt-trip Katniss into dating him.

As she walked up the stairs, she nodded at Y/N in thanks for helping her.

“Well, bravo!” Effie gushed. “That’s the spirit of the Games! What’s your name?”

“Katniss Everdeen,” she gulped.

“I bet my buttons that was your sister. Don’t want her to steal all the glory, do we? Come on everybody! Let’s give a big round of applause to our newest tribute!”

It stayed silent. Y/N raised an eyebrow in surprise. Nobody had ever blatantly ignored the Capitol like that. Then something unexpected happened. Slowly, the members of the crowd touched the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and held it out for Katniss.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N did the same. She was aware she could get killed for that, but she couldn’t bring herself to care that much.

Haymitch took a step away from Y/N, startling her in the process. He was about to do something stupid, she just knew it.

“Look at her. Look at this one! Lots of… spunk!” he said triumphantly. “More than you! More than you!” he shouted, pointing at the camera.

He’d only made it about four feet away from Y/N, so she darted forward and caught his arm right before he tried to plummet off the stage and knock himself unconscious.

“Come on, Haymitch,” she said, trying to pull the heavy man back up for the last few minutes of the Reaping.

After a few moments of struggle, she succeeded. She pulled him back to their original area on the right side of the stage and held onto his waist. She held on tight enough that he wouldn’t be able to get away again and embarrass himself for the second time in one Reaping.

“Sorry,” she announced to the crowd, who had turned silent at the show in front of them.

“What an exciting day!” Effie droned, trying to take the attention of Y/N and Haymitch. “But more excitement to come! It’s time to choose our boy tribute!”

She walked over to the other bowl and slipped her hand inside. She grabbed the first slip she felt, pulling it out and walking back to the podium.

“Peeta Mellark!”

Y/N had only ever heard of the boy in passing, but she’d never interacted with him before. She still felt sorry, though. He was only a child.

The boy steadily climbed onto the stage and took his place next to Effie and Katniss. Effie asked for volunteers, but nobody stepped forward.

The crowd waited in bated silence for the mayor to finish his speech so they could go home. He read the Treaty of Treason, as he did every year.

The moment the anthem ended, Katniss and Peeta were taken into custody. Y/N followed behind them, as she was needed, too. The tributes were led to their rooms while Y/N circled back to talk to Prim.

When she arrived back at the square, Haymitch was nowhere to be seen. She spotted Prim and her mother, though, so she started heading their way. She knew she probably shouldn’t have, but her legs kept walking.

“Prim,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. She’d grown a lot from the last time Y/N had talked to her. She looked older now, more mature.

“Y/N! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I know, I’m sorry about that.”

Prim replied by wrapping her arms around the taller girl and nearly squeezing the life out of her.

“I missed you,” she whispered into Y/N’s shoulder.

“Me too,”

Prim reluctantly pulled away so Y/N could speak to Ms. Everdeen.

“Y/N-”

“I’m going to do everything I can to keep her alive. I promise.” Y/N interrupted, needing to convince herself as well.

“I know.”

Prim tugged on her mom’s sleeve, alerting her that it was time to say goodbye to Katniss.

Y/N watched as they walked away, already thinking of everything she could do to support Katniss and get her out alive.

#the hunger games #thg #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader #thg x reader #thg x you #thg x y/n #katniss everdeen x you #katniss everdeen x y/n #thg katniss #the hunger games katniss #katniss x reader #thg series #thg fanfiction #thg imagine #thg fandom

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camloveswriting · 9 months ago

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⎯ fight

warnings: arguing, cursing

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

desc: you're defending nico from jason and leo on the argo

wc: 393

note: idk what this is. sorry.

Suddenly, Y/N and Percy both stood out of their chairs at the same time, making a loud screeching sound. They were still holding hands, Jason noticed, so maybe they weren’t too mad.

“What the fuck?” they both said at the same time, both of their voices dangerously low.

“What’s your problem?” Y/N said first.

“Yeah guys, what’s your problem?” Percy tilted his head slightly while backing his girlfriend up. They both had a look of pure anger on their faces, like all they wanted to do was beat the absolute shit out of Jason and Leo right now.

“He’s a kid, a literal 14 year old boy.” Y/N started, knowing Percy would continue for her. “And you’re saying we should leave him to die. Do you know how fucked up that is, Grace?” Percy growled.

Y/N then rounded on Leo next, “You don’t even know him. You know nothing about his life, nothing about why we are so willing to save him.”

She looked like she had steam coming out of her ears by how upset she was.

“If you won’t save, him, then me, Y/N, and Annabeth will.” Percy stopped to give Leo and Jason a chance to defend themselves.

“Okay, man, we’re not saying that,” Jason started.

“Oh, really?” Y/N interrupted.

“Because it kinda sounds like you are.” Percy finished for her.

“We’re just saying that it seems like a trap.” Leo said.

“Of course, it’s a fucking trap, are you stupid?” Percy shouted. Annabeth put a hand on his arm, telling him to tone it down. Jason and Leo looked like they were about to pee their pants from how scared they were.

“We’re still gonna go save him.” Y/N stated, again.

“He just doesn’t seem that trustworthy, I mean, he knew about both camps.” Leo said, burying himself into a way bigger hole.

“Oh my gods, i’m going to lose my shit if you say anything else, Valdez.” Y/N let go of Percy’s hand and walked out of the room, stomping the floor so hard Coach Hedge could probably hear it over his tv show.

“Don’t fucking say another word.” Percy finished before walking out of the room behind his girlfriend. To Jason, he kind of looked like a golden retriever, but there was no way in hell he was going to say that to his face.

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⎯ funeral

warnings: major character death, angst, hurt/comfort

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite fem!reader

desc: you're a child of aphrodite and you’re speaking at percy's funeral after he went into an active volcano

wc: 538

note: this is my first post on here... guys pls be nice to me :(

"Love is a weird thing. Being a child of Aphrodite, I thought I knew love. I thought it was seeing your soulmate and immediately smiling, I thought it was kissing in the pouring rain, I thought it was feeling such an intense passion for a person that you would do anything for them. But I don't think I ever realized how much my love for Percy Jackson had affected my life." Y/N was openly sobbing at this point, she had given up on trying to look composed after the death of her boyfriend, her one true love.

"I won't wake up and see him at the breakfast table with a goofy smile on his face, waiting for me to start the day with him. I won’t get to see him win his stupid spars and immediately look to see if I was watching. I won’t get the feeling of safety as he comes up and hugs me from behind and whispers, "Guess who?" after I’ve had a long day. I won’t get to hold hands with him while walking down the beach, laughing and talking about our future, the future we won’t have. I won't get to go over to his mom’s apartment with him, and watch Disney movies while we cuddle on the couch and eat blue cookies. I won't get the feeling of butterflies in my stomach when he kisses me with his salty lips that I still get after 3 years of dating. Despite all that, I don't regret living the better part of my life with him. Loving Percy was the best thing I have ever done, and will ever do." She stopped suddenly, pointing behind the guests that were tearing up at her words.

They all looked behind and standing behind them was Percy Jackson. He looked good for someone who had supposedly ‘died’ two weeks ago. Y/N's heart was pounding out of her chest as she ran down the stage, directly to her love, her Percy.

He held his arms out, waiting for her to crash into him. As she got closer, she realized it looked like he had been crying, maybe he had heard her. It didn’t really matter though, it was no secret that Y/N L/N absolutely loved Perseus Jackson.

"Percy’s here. Percy’s here. Percy’s here." was the only thought her mind could handle at the moment. She jumped into his open arms, immediately wrapping her legs around his torso as he hugged her tight, like he would never let her go again. Percy pulled away from the hug slightly to wipe away her remaining tears.

“Missed me already?” he croaked out. He was trying to hold his emotions back but the sight of his Y/N was too much for him.

“Obviously.'' Y/N's voice cracked with emotion, making Percy move her head closer to his. Both their arms were wrapped around each other’s necks as Percy moved forward to connect his lips to hers. As they kissed, the other campers began to surround them, awing and oohing at the sight before them. Some still had tears in their eyes from Y/N's heartbreaking speech, though they all had smiles on their faces from the sweet reunion happening in front of them.

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