I'll Not Let You;; Solovet and Vikus.
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They will be coming for her soon. Coming for my wife, the love of my life, my best friend. She has changed more than either of us know, but she is still the woman that I married so long ago. I still remember the first time we met. It was an arranged marriage and we met on our wedding night. She was only sixteen years old, I was twenty three. She was nervous, and I was ready for the responsibility and commitment. We married, and that night I comforted her, spoke with her, and we decided that we could make the marriage work. Not even a year later she was summoned to command an army. Throughout the time we spent together I discovered her to be stubborn, brave, proud, and an excellent soldier. The day she left for the front was the first time she told me she loved me.
"Vikus." She's speaking to me, her hand on my shoulder and her breath whispering across my face. I cannot look at her, she has done terrible things. I want to hate her. I truly do, but I cannot. She looks at me, and her face looks heartbroken; the strong warrior I know has abandoned her, and left the shattered shell of someone who is very frightened. "I'm afraid." she whispers to me.
I want to comfort her, but I do not. Deep down inside I want to hold her, and help her, and never let her go. But then my mind reminds me of all the terrible things she has done to her own people. And then the door opens and soldiers march in. There are five of them and she is grabbed. Two soldiers to each of her arms. She looks like she is about to cry for a moment but then she straightens like the proud warrior she is. The soldiers march their former general to the door and she turns one last time.
"I love you."
Not I'm sorry. Not I'll miss you. Just, 'I love you.' I turn my face from her and stare at the ground.
Aww...it's actually sad! Solovet DOES have a heart!!!
Anyway, give me reviews and I'll make fluffy oneshots!!!!
And kind of pairing you can imagine…ANYTHING. Although I prefer no cross-species or threesome slash. It can literally be anything…one sided, angry love, uber fluff, anything. Just be specific. I forgot to mention you can include my fanfic characters if need be.
&&..dead chick walking..
p.s. sorry about the Author's Notes being longer than the fic lol. But the little conversation wouldn't get out of my head!
DISCLAIMER: This fic does not represent the personal views of Suzanne Collins nor and not me either. If you have an issue with this, I apologize. (but really is this pairing any worse than Pearlpelt and Twirltongue? EW.) I actually enjoy gay fics, and do them fairly well without the sarcasm and humor, but this was supposed to be funny.