#alina starkov smut

[marvelmusing]

Wedding Present

Pairing: Darklina x Fem!Reader

Summary: As Aleksander’s best friend, you’re an integral part of his wedding to Alina, especially when she decides you’re going to be her wedding present to him.

Warnings [18+]: smut, unprotected sex, threesome, anal play, fingering, use of sex toys (vibrator), thigh grinding, smidge of objectification, former friends with benefits relationship with Aleksander.

A/N: this has barely been proofread so it might not make an awful lot of sense but it’s mostly pwp anyway.

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“What am I doing here?” you ask, looking around the boutique at the scantily clad mannequins wearing expensive garments of silk and lace.

Alina’s gaze feels heavy on you as she smiles.

“You are going to be Aleksander’s wedding present from me.”

She continues to look through some pieces of lingerie nonchalantly, as if a flustered blush isn’t burning through your body as you gape at her. After making sure none of the staff members are close enough to hear, you ask in a whisper,

“What?”

Her smile doesn’t falter.

“You heard me.”

She circles around a clothing stand, curling her arms around your waist and pressing your back against her chest as she ducks her head down to murmur in your ear.

“On my wedding night, I’m going to tie you to our bed with some pretty ribbons, slip a vibrator into your ass and leave you wet and aching for my husband to play with.”

“Lina,” you breathe out in a whine.

“If you’re up for it?” she asks.

“Are you sure?” She nods enthusiastically. “And Aleksander? Are you sure he would want this?”

“Oh,” she laughs softly. “He’ll love it.”

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“Congratulations, Sasha,” you say with a wide smile.

Aleksander takes you into his arms, his own smile as equally wide as he holds you firmly against his chest.

Inhaling his familiar cologne, your stomach flips in anticipation of what’s to come later tonight, even though it remains a surprise for the man currently holding you. His nose brushes affectionately against your cheek before he kisses your temple.

“Thank you so much for all of this,” he says softly.

“Genya helped,” you offer weakly in protest. He hums in passive agreement.

“Today was perfect and I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Tilting your head back to meet his gaze, you shrug lightly.

“Anything for you, Sasha.”

He looks down at you with a dark glimmer in his eyes. The hint of a smirk touches at the corner of his mouth, drawing your attention down to the soft plush of his lips as his tongue darts out to trace over the skin there.

At that moment, Alina slips her hand into yours, pulling on you lightly with a wide smile.

“Come dance with me,” she insists, tugging you away from Aleksander before either of you can give her a response.

The dress she’s wearing for the reception is stunning, white lace adorning her breasts and a short skirt that sits at her mid-thighs, hugging her every curve. Her body slides against yours as the two of you move to the music.

Her hands settle on your waist, pulling you close against her. Elegant blooms have been woven into her dark hair, framing her face perfectly. Her fingers trace over your body, brushing casually against your breasts and hips which sends a shiver down your spine.

There’s a light gloss of sweat shimmering over her chest and the urge to duck your head down to mouth at the hollow of her throat fills your thoughts. She steps closer, her body moulding against yours.

“Let’s head upstairs,” she murmurs lowly into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.

As her words register in your mind, as well as the implication behind them, your eyes lock onto Aleksander’s dark gaze from across the room. He swallows down a mouthful of his drink, throat bobbing as his gaze lowers to watch how Alina’s hips grind delightfully against yours.

Once you nod in consent, she whisks you away, the two of you fumbling with one another as you head into the elevator and through the corridors towards the honeymoon suite of the hotel. The kisses you trade are messy, smearing lipstick over your mouths and cheeks.

Alina leaves a trail of kisses over your neck and you cling tightly onto her as eager hands wander over your body, slipping under your dress to grasp at your most sensitive areas.

A low groan escapes your lips as you feel your arousal soaking through the delicate lace of your panties - the lace that had been selected and bought by Alina specifically for tonight.

The thought of being caught kissing your best friend’s wife during their wedding reception sends heat thrumming down to your core. Alina seems as equally turned on by the situation, moaning into your mouth as she gropes at your ass. Her nails scrape over your thighs and you bite down on your lower lip.

Despite your enthusiasm, as soon as the door to their room is shut behind you nerves begin to settle in your stomach.

Alina presses a singular kiss to your neck.

“Why don’t you take your dress off, honey?”

Heat spreads through your body as you nod. Hooking your fingers under the straps of your dress, you push it down your shoulders and allow the fabric to slip over your body before it lands on the floor.

Alina hums appreciatively, eyeing the delicate lingerie that clings to the shape of your body as you turn around to face her.

“You’re still sure about this?” she asks.

You nod.

“Yes, Lina.”

“Bend over the end of the bed.”

Settling yourself at the end of the bed, you press your body against the soft sheets and await Alina’s touch.

“That’s it honey, good girl.” Her hands run over the length of your body. She squeezes at all your softest areas, her thumbs circling the skin there soothing. “Just relax for me.”

She massages the back of your thighs, easing the tension from the muscles gained throughout the day. Planning everything for their wedding had been an exhausting affair, but it had been worth it.

Her hands continue to work out the tension skilfully from your body and soon you’re slumped against the mattress with your eyes closed, practically floating as arousal and relaxation weighs down your limbs.

“Let’s get you nice and slick,” she murmurs quietly, careful not to break the soft headspace you’re easing yourself into.

A shudder reverberates through the entirety of your body as the cool gel slides between your ass cheeks. The intimacy has heat burning over your face, your stomach flipping at being so vulnerable.

Alina begins to circle her fingers over your slick covered hole, drawing a low moan from you. Her touch is relaxed and thorough, leaving no part of you without contact from her wet fingers.

In preparation for tonight, you had touched yourself there before, but having someone else explore such an area makes you breathless. When she finally slips her finger inside you, a sharp inhale catches in your throat.

Alina laughs softly as she begins to slide her finger in and out of you in a gentle thrust, working the tender muscle open.

“You’re so tight, baby. Sasha’s going to love this.”

The mention of Aleksander makes you groan quietly as thoughts of being filled completely send a thrum through your aching body. She slips another finger inside you.

“Lina, fuck.”

“You doing okay?”

A low moan rumbles in your chest as pleasure sparkles down your spine. Her fingers spread you open and you bite down on your lip to suppress any more noises.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Oh fuck.”

She hums in acknowledgement.

“Doing so well for me.”

Her praise makes you squirm a little, her hand gripping at your waist as she continues to thrust inside you. Moans fall from your lips unabashedly as you press your forehead against the sheets, practically drooling.

“Ready for the toy?” she asks.

“Hm.”

“Words, honey.”

“Yes, Alina.”

“Okay, remember to breathe, baby.”

Grasping onto the sheets, you breath shakily as she begins to push the toy inside you. A broken moan shudders through you as your body clenches hard around the toy. Panting like an animal in heat, you whine and whimper at the feeling of being stretched in such a new way.

She grins with a mischievous glimmer in her dark eyes and you shiver as a dizzying rush of arousal slips from your cunt.

“Shall we test it out?” she asks.

There’s a low buzz that vibrates directly through your body, tingling up your spine, and sending a furious ache into your empty cunt.

“Lina,” you whine desperately. Swearing through gritted teeth, you writhe over the bed, sweat rolling down your face. “Alina, please.”

She hums lightly, standing above you with a wicked smile tugging at her lips.

“Ready to sit still and be a pretty little toy for my husband?”

Her fingers stroke tenderly against your cheek, thumb brushing at the corner of your eye to collect the tear gathering there.

You nod.

She opens up the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out the white silk ribbon for this special occasion. She sets it down on the vanity table, before she turns the vibrator down to the lowest setting.

Alina smiles as she helps you sit up, breathing out a soft laugh every time a whimper leaves your lips as the sensation of the toy shifting inside you sends a jolt of pleasure up to the back of your head. Bliss is beginning to cloud over your thoughts, driving any worries from your mind as anticipation fills your body.

She cups your face in her hands gently, guiding your hazy eyes up to meet hers.

“I’m going to get Sasha now, okay?”

You nod, whining a little as you grind your hips down over the sheets beneath you. She swats at your thigh.

“Be good. No touching at all.” She takes hold of your face, squishing your cheeks between her fingers. “Pretty toys don’t need to touch themselves, do they?”

She shakes your head for you before you can respond on your own, smiling indulgently with a demeaning glimmer in her eyes.

“No they don’t,” she coos and you can feel your mind melting into mush. The only thing you’re aware of is how hazy and wet you are as the mess of lube leaking from your ass mixes with the slick of arousal dripping from your cunt.

The whole experience has need coursing fiercely through your veins. Sitting on your best friend’s wedding bed, wearing expensive lingerie, a filthy mess of both your cunt and stuffed ass while his new wife tells you that she wants her husband to use you like the toy you are.

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“There’s a present waiting for you upstairs,” Alina murmurs against her husband’s ear as she settles into his lap.

He raises a brow at her.

“A present?”

She nods with a mischievous grin as she plays with his tie, curling the fabric casually around her hand before using it to tug him closer.

“A pretty toy for you to play with.”

His eyes skim over the crowd, searching for you. He saw you disappear with his wife and the corner of his mouth quirks as he realises you haven’t returned.

Aleksander knows you better than anyone else does. All evening, he’s seen how your gaze has wandered over his body, occasionally fixating on his hands and the bulge in his trousers - the places he knows are your favourite parts of him.

He knows when Alina is up to something particularly devious and there’s a dark glimmer in her eyes that has desire pooling into his stomach and his cock stirs at the thought of having the two of you.

“This is our wedding night, Alya,” he reminds her, not wanting her to do this only to please him.

His relationship with you has always been special. Throughout everything in his life, you’ve remained by his side. The two of you have always been honest with one another, sharing your desires and occasionally indulging in them together. He knows how to make you come undone with some teasing touches and a few select words. When he met Alina he was terrified he might lose you both, but you were thrilled for him and Alina adores you.

“I know. I wanted something special for us all.”

His hands cradle the entirety of his wife’s face as he leans forward to kiss her hungrily.

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Anticipation prickles over your skin as the door opens. Aleksander’s eyes immediately lock onto yours and the heat blooming in your stomach swoops downwards and your cunt clenches hard around nothing.

Subconsciously, your gaze falls down to where the bulge in his trousers has hardened. He walks towards you smoothly.

He hooks a finger under your chin, keeping your eyes on his as he strokes his knuckles over your cheek.

“You’re sure about this, milaya?”

Alina might be his wife, but you’ll always be his sweet girl.

“I’m sure, Sasha.”

He unclasps your bra, tossing the fabric away.

His gaze darkens as he stares at your breasts. When your eyes drift away self-consciously, he grasps hold of your chin.

“Do I need to remind you of the rules?”

“No, sir.”

“Alina, darling, would you pinch her nipples for me?”

She grins.

“With pleasure.”

A sharp whimper escapes your lips as she tugs on the hardened nub of your nipples. Her touch is warm as she rolls them over her fingertips. Despite the sting of pain, you keep your eyes locked on Aleksander’s. He smiles darkly at your obedience.

“Good girl.”

He releases you, as does Alina.

“Now sit there and be good for us.”

Alina reaches for her phone, dialling up the intensity of the vibrator inside you. Fisting the sheets beneath you, a small moan escapes your lips as you attempt to remain still.

She sits down at the vanity table, removing the flowers from her hair and threading her fingers through the dark locks, humming a quiet tune as she does so. A relaxed, happy expression has softened her features and Aleksander stands at the other side of the room, admiring her after pouring himself a drink.

Once she’s wiped the makeup from her face, Aleksander moves towards her, sliding down the zipper at the back of her dress. She tilts her head back, smiling up at him as he ducks down to press a kiss to her lips. Then Alina taps the screen of her phone, increasing the speed of the vibrations thrumming through your body.

Aleksander and Alina both watch your reflection in the mirror as you squirm at the sensation of being so intimately filled whilst simultaneously feeling achingly empty.

“You do spoil me, Alya.”

“I know how fond you are of her. And your love of fucking a tight little quivering hole.”

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out shakily, squeezing your eyes closed and fighting the urge to tear your panties off and rub frantically against your clit for a release, uncaring of the consequences. No one has ever tested your resolve like this before.

A hand hooks under your chin, guiding your eyes up to meet Aleksander’s searching gaze. Leaning heavily into his touch, you whine pathetically, nails biting into the sheets to stop yourself from throwing your body against his.

He raises a brow at you, encouraging you to tell him that you still want this, that you’re still comfortable with them toying with you - more mentally than physically at the moment.

You nod. But he waits for you to gather your words.

“Please, Sasha.”

“Please do what?”

“I-” His eyes are soft and warm as he strokes your cheek, giving you an incentive to continue being honest with him. “I loved planning your wedding, and I’m so glad it was perfect, but I’ve been so stressed. Please, I just want to stop thinking.”

“Then don’t think. Just feel. Be a good girl and be grateful for whatever we give you. Be a pretty little toy and sit here until we want to use you. Do you think you can do that, milaya?”

His words flick a switch in your brain and you blink heavily at him.

“Yes, sir,” you whisper.

He leans down to kiss you and immediately you do as he says. Don’t think, just feel. Keeping your arms down at your sides, you allow his mouth to devour you, licking over your lips with his tongue as you sit still and let him do whatever he wants. He grins into the kiss at this little show of your obedience.

Then he lets go of you, retreating back to his wife.

From then onwards, a haze settles over your mind, keeping your thoughts fixed only on the present. Mostly the sensation of the vibrator, pleasure running up and down your spine constantly, slowly nudging you closer towards a dizzying climax. The only other thing you can focus on is the two gorgeous people in front of you.

Alina is only wearing a thin white thong, meaning that a tiny scrap of lace is covering her mound. There’s a light smearing of arousal between her thighs and you breathe out a whine.

They kiss one another leisurely, Aleksander’s large hands grasping at Alina’s breasts. His fingers curl momentarily around her throat, keeping her in place as he controls the kiss. The sight of them together sends a violent thrum of need down your body.

Arching your back, you squeeze your knees together tightly. Aleksander has only ever made you climax untouched once and it emptied your head of thoughts for several hours. There’s a knowing glimmer in his eyes now as he looks at you.

“Go on, milaya.”

“Empty that little cunt for us, honey,” Alina coos, breathless from Aleksander’s kiss.

Nails digging hard into your thighs, you cry out their names, heat flickering over your skin, thrumming between your legs as your heart hammers in your chest to the same frantic beat as your desperate cunt.

A whine of frustration escapes your lips, face scrunching tightly as your body scrambles for your climax. Gasping frantically, you rock your hips forward, cunt grinding against the sheets.

“Lina, Sasha, please, oh fuck.”

Tears spill down over your cheeks as you tip over the edge of pleasure. Alina turns the vibrator off as you slump back onto the mattress, reeling from your high. Closing your eyes, bliss settles under your skin as your breath begins to even.

Alina presses a series of kisses over your thighs and you hum quietly, still feeling slightly disconnected from your body. When you finally manage to open your eyes, you find Aleksander standing over you as he loosens his belt. His dark eyes pin you in place, unable to look away.

As Aleksander begins to remove his clothing, Alina slides her hands over your body, smoothing over every inch as you continue coming down from the disorientating high of your orgasm. When her knuckles brush against your inner thigh, you flinch slightly at the shiver of sensation that shoots up your spine.

Alina parts your folds, sinking her finger into you slowly. Throwing your head back, you groan loudly, tears filling your eyes at the sensation of finally being touched exactly where you need it. The slick sound fills the room which makes Aleksander and Alina share a grin as he tugs down his underwear.

“What a good little toy, getting herself wet for your cock, Sasha,” she muses quietly, removing her finger from inside you.

He hums in agreement, taking hold of your hips and dragging you down the bed towards him. His hand curls around your throat, squeezing lightly to ensure your attention is fixed on him as Alina begins to play with your swollen clit.

Aleksander ducks his head down to kiss his wife as his hands wander over your body, squeezing at your breasts and smoothing down your sides. All you can do is lie against the sheets, staring at the two of them whilst they kiss, succumbing to their touches.

They both laugh into the kiss at the sound of your whines. When they turn their equally dark eyes onto you, a burning flush runs over your skin.

“Needy little thing isn’t she?” Alina remarks.

“As if you aren’t exactly the same when I don’t give you what you want,” he teases with a dark smirk.

Alina reaches up to curl her hand around your throat, a tiny amount of pressure there that makes you go still under her hold. Her thumb circles over the spot under your ear where your pulse is thundering with anticipation.

“Not a single thought behind those sweet eyes, is there?” Her voice is honey sweet in your ears and you shake your head mindlessly in agreement.

Aleksander strokes his cock, groaning lowly at the interaction between you and Alina. A loose strand of hair hangs over his forehead as he looks down at himself, settling his body between your open thighs.

“Wait a moment, Sasha.”

His cock slaps against your cunt, pulling a whimper from your lips as Alina stands and reaches for her phone. Then you remember the vibrator still nestled inside you.

Hissing out a curse, you press your head back against the mattress. Then Aleksander pushes inside you, driving the air from your lungs with every inch. Gripping onto the sheets, you moan loudly as Aleksander rolls his hips gently to ease himself further into you.

He thumbs over your clit, lifting his head up to glance at Alina. She taps her phone screen and the vibrator hums to life. Instantly you clench simultaneously around both the toy and Aleksander’s cock, dizzyingly close to another orgasm. Cunt twitching frantically, you gasp in a sharp breath, heart pounding at the intensity.

Aleksander swears in a harsh breath, gripping tightly onto your hips. Tomorrow there will likely be bruises and a thrill runs through you at the thought of such a thing.

Alina mouths over your body, biting at your throat, tongue tracing down the line of your pulse. She kisses over your neck, hands cupping your breasts and playing with your nipples as Aleksander slowly begins to thrust into your cunt.

With the vibrations thrumming through your body, pleasure prickling over your skin, every sensation of Aleksander stretching your cunt open with his cock is intensified. Chanting his name over and over, your pleasure is pounding against your skin, desperate to be released.

Aleksander bites down on your shoulder and your vision goes white with the force of your orgasm as you clench around him. He moans deeply, a gruff sound against your ear as he begins to chase his own climax.

All you can do is lie still and take what he gives you, the overstimulation teetering on the edge of pain as he pushes your through the after waves of your climax. Once again, Alina switches off the vibrator to prevent an uncomfortable level of overstimulation.

He forces his cock deep inside you, ignoring the weak protest from your tight cunt restricting his movements. His hips smack against yours, the sound filling the room as the scent of your combined sweat and arousal coats your senses.

As he nears his peak, he increases his pace, drawing a sharp whine from you as he gets closer to the edge. He breathes in harshly, moaning as he stills his hips, spilling inside you.

He smiles widely, pressing his forehead against yours as he basks in the waves of pleasure running through his body. He kisses down your neck lazily, licking over the marks left by his wife.

Reluctantly, he pulls out, a thick string of his release clinging to the tip of cock connecting it to the sticky mess of your cunt.

Aleksander rolls onto his back and Alina takes his place on top of you, kissing you fiercely as she pushes her husband’s spend back into your sensitive cunt with her fingers, smearing messily over your twitching entrance and hardened clit.

“Saints, that was so fucking hot,” she murmurs in a broken voice as she grinds her hips down against yours.

Despite the sensitivity of your throbbing cunt, you lift your hips in an attempt at bringing her pleasure. She pins your hips down, allowing you some reprieve as she straddles one of your thighs. Her thong had been removed at some point unnoticed by you, her soaked cunt now grinding down on your thigh.

She moans, rocking up and down as she chases her own high now that Aleksander is recovering from his. Unable to move, your limbs are heavy with lingering bliss, it feels so good to just lie against the plush mattress and allow Alina to use your body to bring herself pleasure.

Her fingers dig into your hips, brushing against the tender spots created by her husband. Eyes fluttering closed, you whine weakly at the twinge of pain. A hand stroking gently against your cheek has you opening your eyes, turning your head to meet Aleksander’s dark eyes.

His chest is still heaving as he attempts to catch his breath, staring wide eyed at you and Alina. He touches you gently, fingers brushing over your cheek, down your neck, over your nipples.

“Sasha, I’m close,” Alina gasps, her hips jerking over your thigh.

He reaches down, circling his fingers over her clit. She arches her back, keeping his fingers against her needy clit. Feeling her heated cunt pressed onto your thigh as she climaxes makes you moan softly.

She’s breathless, shoulders heaving as she collapses against you. A small laugh bubbles from her lips and you can feel her smile against your skin as she soaks up the after waves of pleasure thrumming through her body.

When she lifts her head up, her smile dazzles you. For a few seconds you can only stare at one another, eyes wandering over each other’s bodies. Her cheeks are flushed, a beautiful pink has spread over her cheeks, and her lips are darkened and swollen from Aleksander’s kisses.

Lifting your head up, you lean towards her as if drawn in by a magnet. Her lips slot against yours easily and the two of you both moan into the kiss. She cups her hand under your jaw, keeping you in place as her mouth moves eagerly over yours.

Once she pulls away, your chest is burning with the need for air. Gasping, you stare wide eyed at her, admiring every inch of her face. She grins at you, giving you a little wink before she rolls over. Landing on Aleksander’s stomach, she straddles his body with a wide smile.

They both smile at one another, their gaze adoring as they trace their hands over one another.

Suddenly, seeing them together like this has self consciousness settles into your stomach. This is their wedding night after all. Consumed by your thoughts, you begin to edge away with the intention of giving them space.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Aleksander says.

When you turn to look at him, you find them both already watching you. He takes hold of your chin, circling his thumb over your cheek.

“I thought you liked to watch.”

His teasing remark makes you blush.

“Sasha,” you whisper, cheeks burning.

Alina cups your face, her thumb playing with your lower lip.

“Stay,” he insists.

Alina takes hold of his hardened cock, sliding it inside her as smoothly as possible. Aleksander keeps his eyes on you as he hisses through gritted teeth. His gaze slides over you, falling on Alina as she begins to move up and down over his cock.

A thrill runs through you, your eyes fixed on the spot where the two of them meet. The dynamic between them is captivating, the push and pull of their bodies enjoying one another.

His hands settle on her waist, before squeezing at her shaking thighs. A gloss of sweat shimmers over their skin, hips grinding together, seeking to bury themselves deeper into one another.

“Alya, my love.”

Aleksander moans lowly, throwing his head back against the pillows as he grips her hips, thrusting his own upwards to meet every weak jerk from Alina as she begins to lose her momentum.

“Sasha,” she whimpers, her jaw tight as her nails dig into his chest in an attempt at gaining enough leverage to continue.

The muscles in Aleksander’s abdomen flex, and his breathing stutters as he gasps, holding onto Alina tighter than ever. They both moan simultaneously, gripping onto one another as they come to a shaky stop.

Alina’s lips part as she gasps, her brows scrunching together as she climaxes. Aleksander continues to rock his hips forwards until he stills, groaning quietly through gritted teeth as he also reaches his peak once again.

Once they begin to recover from their highs, Alina manages to pull herself from her husband collapsing down over the top of you. She hums contentedly, burying her body into yours. Her skin is flushed and warm, and you loop an arm around her waist.

“You’re staying for breakfast, aren’t you?” she murmurs quietly, fingers wandering curiously over your stomach and ribs.

Aleksander hums in agreement, smoothing his hands down between your breasts, settling against your stomach as he turns on his side to look at you and his wife.

When you nod, he leans over to kiss Alina, then you, before he lifts himself up slightly onto one elbow. The three of you share a look with each other, smiles blooming as the realisation of what had just occurred begins to dawn upon you all.

Alina laughs first, a breathless sound which makes Aleksander’s smile widen into something dazzling while you drop your face down into the pillow under your head.

Aleksander pokes you gently, silently encouraging you to stop hiding from them both. Shaking your head, you shield the growing smile on your face with the soft fabric beneath you, even as Alina begins to tickle your sides.

When Aleksander joins in with her, a laugh escapes your lips, squealing when he pinches at the soft skin at your side. Alina’s fingers wander up to the nape of your neck, ghosting over the sensitive skin.

“You’re not playing fair,” you gasp, lifting your head up from the pillow with flushed cheeks.

Aleksander kisses your cheek in an attempt at pacifying you.

“Thank you for my wedding present, Alya,” he says quietly. “Is this a one-time thing?”

At his question, you look down at the sheets, tracing your finger over the threads there in anticipation of Alina’s response.

“Perhaps on special occasions?” she suggests.

Hope fills your eyes as you look back and forth between them both, and they laugh at your optimistic expression.

“If that’s something you would like?” Aleksander adds, looking at you.

They laugh again at the speed of your nod, but you’re too thrilled by the idea of being in bed with them at another time to be embarrassed by their amusement.

Alina presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, honey.”

“Am I staying the night?” you ask with a frown.

They both mirror your frown as Alina nods.

“Of course you are.”

“Do you have any idea what we’ve done to you tonight?” Aleksander asks, breathing out a small laugh as his gaze wanders down your body, eyeing the marks already blossoming over your skin.

Looking down, you laugh quietly.

“Well, I was here for it.”

Alina laughs curtly, moving towards the en-suite and clicking on the bathroom light.

“Were you?”

Warmth spreads over your face, burning at the memory of being so mindlessly desperate for them, rocking your hips to chase a release to obey their command.

Aleksander strokes your cheek gently.

“We’re not going to let you be alone after this.”

He kisses you, a tender press of his lips against yours as the sound of running water filling the large bath tub can be heard from the en-suite. Alina stands in the doorway, watching you and her husband with a fond smile.

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he knew the greatness wouldn't last, after all it is the destiny of the stars to collapse

nikolai lantsov's prayer

warnings : none

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a/n : I haven't gotten the chance to read the books yet so this is based on my interpretation of what could happen in the show's storyline. the line ' it's the destiny of the stars to collapse' isn't mine, I read it somewhere long ago and i can't remember where

a silent prayer falls from his lips as he kneels in front of the golden altar of the saints, moonlight seeps in through the rose coloured glass on the windows, casting a haunting glow across his face.

he laughs to himself, he knew the greatness wouldn't last, after all it is the destiny of the stars to collapse. he wonders if his whole life he was just making up for who he was going to be, if all his good deeds were to make up for all the misery he is going to cause. he wonders if his name is still worth remembering.

he used to have stardust in his soul but now he can feel the monster sinking its jaws into his rotting flesh, charring his bones, grinding them to dust. he can feel his soul fading, it's being replaced by dark edged desire. his heart thumps against his ribcage, it's trying to leave too. his brain is turning to sap and his blood burns with unforgiving rage and hatred. 

this isn't him, he knows that. 

he prays to the saints to just give him just one more day to live, to let him serve his nation, be the king ravka deserves before the sun sets forever. but as always, his whispered prayers are met with deaf ears 

so he screams, have I not given everything? 

#alina starkov #poetry #free verse #darkling shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov imagines #nikolai lantsov smut #nikolai lanstov x reader #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone #fanfic #smut #netflix #nikolai lantsov x you #zoyalai #nikolina #sab #grishaverse #nikolai imagines #the darkling #general kirigan #i hate doing tags there are so many #shadow and bone x you #nikolai lantsov x reader #alina starkov x the darkling #darklina #kaz brekker #six of crows #kanej #headcanons

[zoyaofthegardvn]

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Hi everyone! Welcome to Zoyaofthegardvn's 2023 Kinktober masterlist :) I'm getting a pretty late start to this, so this will surely extend past October. But here's what you can look forward to this year... <3

Links will be added as they are written and posted :)

Day 1 - Face Sitting: Mor x reader

Day 2 - Spanking: Elain Archeron x reader

Day 3 - Praise: Zoya Nazyalensky x reader

Day 4 - Somnophilia: Nesta Archeron x reader

Day 5 - Brat Taming: Manon Blackbeak x reader

Day 6 - Overstimulation: Nesta Archeron x reader

Day 7 - Thigh Riding: Elide Lochan x reader

Day 8 - Pussy Eating: Elain Archeron x reader

Day 9 - Virginity: Manon Blackbeak x reader

Day 10 - Mommy Kink: Mor x reader

Day 11 - Edging: Nesta Archeron x reader

Day 12 - Make Up Sex: Elain Archeron x reader

Day 13 - Anal: Manon Blackbeak x reader

Day 14 - Toys: Elide Lochan x reader

Day 15 - Brat Taming: Elain Archeron x reader

Day 16 - Hate Sex: Manon Blackbeak x reader

Day 17 - Double Penetration: Zoya Nazyalensky x reader x Alina Starkov

Day 18 - Strap on: Zoya Nazyalensky x reader

Day 19 - Knife Play: Manon Blackbeak x reader

Day 20 - Shower Sex: Elain Archeron x reader

Day 21 - Scissoring: Alina Starkov x reader

Day 22 - 69'ing: Mor x reader

Day 23 - Semi-Public: Elain Archeron x reader

Day 24 - Period Sex: Manon Blackbeak x reader

Day 25 - Threesome: Manon Blackbeak x reader x Elide Lochan

Day 26 - Bondage: Mor x reader

Day 27 - Choking: Nesta Archeron x reader

Day 28 - Exhibitionism/Voyeurism: Manon Blackbeak x reader

Day 29 - Virginity: Elain Archeron x reader

Day 30 - Breast Worship: Elide Lochan x reader

Day 31 - Outdoor Sex: Zoya Nazyalensky x reader

Please be patient as I make my way through this very long list! I'm really looking forward to getting started, but I am a slow writer <3 I am also imagining these fics will be on the short side as I'd like to be able to get through everything! Thanks everyone for your enthusiasm :)

#sarah j maas #throne of glass #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #shadow and bone #manon blackbeak #zoya nazyalensky #mor x reader #mor #manon blackbeak x reader #zoya nazyalensky x reader #alina starkov x reader #elain archeron #nesta archeron #elide lochan #sapphic smut #manon blackbeak smut #nesta archeron x reader smut #manon x elide #acotar thoughts #acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #kinktober

[midwinterspringwrites]

for some kind of contact (nobody has to know)

Rated E | Darklina

Now he expects her to argue, like she did in the dreams. So she won't.

"Touch me," she says.

(A Season 2 enemies(?) tether smut fic.)

Written for firecat for the 2024 Candy Hearts Exchange

Moodboard by me.

Read on AO3.

#my fic #shadow and bone #darklina #darklina fanfic #shadow and bone fanfic #aleksander morozova #alina starkov #aleksander x alina #alina x darkling #smut

[simp2537]

Requests are open

My request box is open! I write for a bunch of fandoms and characters that I’ll list below.

Percy Jackson

Character: Percy, Annabeth, Grover and I do the Greek gods and stuff. I might add more characters from the series/show so ask if you’re not sure.

Grishaverse

Character: Aleksander, Alina, Nikolai, Zoya, Genya, Kaz, Jesper, Nina, Inej, Matthias, (I haven’t read the series all the way through but I have seen the show and read the demon in the wood)

Harry Potter

Characters: Golden trio era, Marauders era, and Fantastic Beasts

Narnia

Characters: Caspian, Peter, Edmund, Lucy, Susan

Disney

Characters: Just general Disney, like the Princess, Princes, Disney channel and stuff

Avatar

Characters: Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey, Lo'ak, Tsireya, Tonowari, Ronal, Neteyam and Spider

My Hero Academia

Characters: Deku, Dabi, Shoto, Kiri, Mina, Bakugo, Shōta, others

Hunger Games/ TBOSAS

Characters: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Coriolanus, Lucy, and Finnick

John Wick/ John Constantine

And so many others I just can’t think of them right now. If there’s a fandom you’re wondering about just ask and I’ll see what I can do. I do platonic, romantic, Female, Male, neutral, working on yandere stuff, angst, head-cannons, working on smut. Have a lovely day 🥰🥰

#reqs open #aleksander morozova smut #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova x you #alina starkov #shadow and bone netflix #six of crows #zoya nazyalensky #harry potter #draco malfoy #ron weasley #luna lovegood #katsuki bakugo x reader #deku x reader #prince caspian x reader #disney x reader #mha x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #annabeth chase x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus x reader #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray x you #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #peeta x reader #john constantine x reader

[steponmeinejghafa]

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hi there! I'm Anne, and I see you've stumbled upon my humble corner of he internet. Below is a masterlist of all my imagines, to make searching a bit easier!

Requests are: Open [✔] Closed [•]

Rules: 1. No smut for the boys because I am canonically a lesbian <3 At most I will write fluffy stuff for them. 2. Only parental/platonic/sibling imagines for Wylan because he is my precious gay child. 3. No age gap, no incest (because yuck wtf), absolutely NO teacher x reader, however 'legal' it may be. 4. Only tame kinks in smuts (Like praise, degradation, choking at most. Mommy kinks to a definite minimum.) 5. I am hopeless at poly imagines and relationships so please- don't-don't ask for them.

Character lists below the cut <3

Zoya Nazyalensky

Miniseries

First Bench Pt.1

First Bench Pt. 2

First Bench Pt.3

First Bench Pt.4

First Bench Pt.5 (TW)

First Bench Pt.6 (Coming Soon)

Fluff

Touch Starved

After Hours

Hot Chocolate

A Little Too Much

Smut

Angst

Parent

Alina Starkov

Miniseries

Fluff

I’m Here

Serial Cuddler

Sick (Coming Soon!)

Smut

Angst

Dear Alina

Parent

Little Disturbance (Darklina)

Malyen Oretsev

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Aleksander Morozov

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Little Disturbance (Darklina)

Genya Safin

Miniseries

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Beautiful Girl in a Broken World

Parent

Nikolai Lantsov

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Tamar Kir-Bataar

Miniseries

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Nadia Zhabin

Miniseries

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Kaz Brekker

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Jesper Fahey

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Wylan Van Eck

Miniseries

Parent/Platonic/Sibling

Inej Ghafa

Miniseries

Face In The Crowd Pt.1

Face In The Crowd Pt.2

Face In The Crowd Pt.3

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Parent

Nina Zenik

Miniseries

Fluff

Just How You Like It

Dance With Me

Smut

Tease

Angst

Parent

Matthias Helvar

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Little Crow Series

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Ships (Child!reader)

Malina

Genyadavid

Zoyalai

Work Break (Coming Soon!)

Helnik

Kanej

Tamadia

Wesper

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#shadow and bone #fluff #smut #angst #parent #parent imagines #child!reader #fem!reader #nina zenik #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #kaz brekker #female y/n #nadia zhabin #tamar kir bataar #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #malyen oretsev #alina starkov #aleksander morozov #genya safin #masterlist #x reader #female reader

[dhampiravidi]

Hi, please feel free to read my fic “Moi Soverenyi”! Feedback is appreciated!

@ashortgothamite @abrushwithdeath @summonshadcw @marvelmusing

#admin #darklina #darklina x oc #the darkling x oc #aleksander morovoza #aleksander morozova x reader #darkling x reader x alina #the darkling x alina #alina starkov x reader #ot3 #smut #grishaverse fic #shadow and bone fic #grishaverse #the grisha trilogy #shadow and bone #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

[ricardian-werewolf]

9: The Cost of the Crown

(Oh yeah, there's a reason for THIS gif. Totally.) @lordbettany - I almost want (need) to see this gifset on your dash for the sole sake of your unhinged comments.

Ao3 link

Summary: Eight weeks of travel and troop movements have passed. Finally after over two years, Alina and Nikolai reunite. With that reunion comes tension, a lot of pent up emotion and some very devious plans to get a certain saint into a particular king's bed.

TWs: None, except implied smut in the end, and a church gets blown up (though no one graphically killed).

Chapter below the cut.

The Vy, a week’s ride from Os Alta.

8 weeks later. 

Alina’s fingers found purchase on the spy-glass clutched in her fingers. She rode side-saddle on a calm west-Ravkan mare of the fairest white, her kefta’s skirts tumbling down her legs in a heap of green satin and fox-fur. Her kefta’s top had been closed at the throat and buttoned up against the freezing chill. Her white hair was done up in a braided chignon. Woven through it were strands of gold and green ribbon. She wore a crown of hammered gold fashioned in the style of Morozova’s antlers. A gift for Nikolai to undo when he reached her.

At her side, Olga checked her rifle. The line down her cheek had left a scar, holy anointed. She dipped her head in the presence of the Sankta. Alina’s gloved finger touched her cheek, and she raised a brow. 

“News?”

“They are headed southwards, Moya Tsaritsa.” Olga murmured. Soon, the banners of the double-eagle and fox in splendour would paint the horizon in swathes of babe’s blue and emerald green. With them, at their helm, would be the true king. An open rebellion against the Lantsov pretender who’d been crowned by the Apparat had begun. Starting originally in the eastern reaches, past Os Alta, the peasantry had thrown down their plows and picked up their scythes. They prayed to their saints, begging for an end to the hunger that sickened their stomachs; robbed their cradles and meager coffers. It had been against the new king’s grain quotas, impossible to achieve even in times of peace, and the mood had become a tangible one of rage. When the militia was brought in to quell the uprising, the people lashed out, taking over the grain stores and the city’s Duma, press-house and inn. From there, they used the printing press of the press-house and a learned nobleman held at musket-point, to write an edict of the uprising. It demanded that Nikolai Lantsov, the one true Ravkan king, end centuries of Serfdom, remove the threats of Shu Han and Fjerda, and most amazingly, overturn the choke-hold the nobility had on the land.

Nikolai himself had written these peasants, and while Vasily or his father would have sent more men to crush the uprising - Nikolai acknowledged and allowed it to continue. He congratulated the peasantry on fighting the corruption of their pretender king, and asked them to keep him in their prayers.

Murmurs of the Fox-Saint, the King of Scars, had swept the country already. From inn to ale-house and banyan, the murmurs of King Nikolai returning had swallowed Ravka whole. The Fox Saint and the Sun Saint were said to join together at the center of the Vy and relieve Ravka of the Darkling and Lantsov Pretender. Unto that, their reign would be one of peace and prosperity. Already, a new design of a royal banner was beginning to spread through the villages and smaller towns - an emerald green backing of a red fox under a sunburst. The fox wore a crown. Some of the pieces added the firebird above the sunburst, wings aloft in a baptism of fire that would cleanse the land and air.

Alina herself had created that idea. The new maps she was making as part of her saintly progress were tactical, a way of observing the Darkling’s weak points. As they moved along the Vy, Alina was starkly reminded of how it had been a scant 4 years ago, when she was merely 16. She had been a girl then, unaccustomed to the mantle of Sainthood. The Apparat and White cathedral had marked her 17th name-day with the mantle being a crushing one. Then, her 2 year exile and slumber had forced her to become a woman. Her childishness of girlhood burned in the fire she swore to her followers had purged her of sin, and whitened her hair for eternity. In truth, her hair was going to stay white perhaps centuries more.  

She adjusted the reins of her mare, pulled close to Tamar as the procession began again. The Kefta Alina wore today, while green, would soon be changed to gold as they moved closer to the lands around Os Alta. The Duchy of Udova had sent their to-be Duchess a cape of ermine-fur and purple velvet, which she knew was safely packed into a trunk. The traditional offerings of bread and salt had passed her lips many a time as they’d picked their way north. While old maps of Ravka noted the Vy as being from Kiribirsk to Os Alta, a second wing of the Vy, known as the Yuzhnyy, ran from Dva Stolba to Os Alta, passing Keramzin as the major source of trade and travel for the southern expanse of Ravka.

The crossroads of the two Vy’s was directly west of Os Alta by a good thirty miles. Balakariev loomed before the procession, and Alina raised her hand. They halted, and Alina looked over her shoulder to regard the followers. Entire villages had vacated to follow their savior, and Alina tilted her head to the side to count the number of women, children, and older men. Normally, all of them wouldn’t be the kind to fight a war against the Darkling, but they’d followed her. The Apparat’s claws were in the hand of the Lantsov Pretender. His Soldat sol were hers to command. Indeed, Alina noted their brown robes emblazoned with her sunburst. She nodded to them, drew a line with her pinky finger.

Be covert. Be on the outlook for spies. 

The weeks of training, a scant eight, had turned them from a poor force to a crack fighting team that rivaled any of the top First Army regiments. The 22nd would be their only superior. Alina couldn’t wait to show them off to Nikolai. In those eight weeks, she and her soldiers had developed a sign language of finger symbols and codes that showed who was foe or friend. Her raised hand to pause the procession had in of itself been a symbol - keep the flock together. Amongst her followers, plain-clothes Soldats were herding the faithful into a tighter group.

Their leader, Vladim Ozwal reined in his steed and bowed his head, his hand clenched to his chest.

“Sankta, What do you require?”

“Look out for spies. Disperse some of your men to the town to ensure there are no threats. Send a rider to-” Alina removed her crown and melted one of the antler fronds off it. She tied the bit’s slender tip off with a green hair-ribbon and handed it to Vladim. “-to give this to the Fox-Saint and tell him that I will be awaiting him in the inn’s bed-room.”

Vladim bowed his head, splayed his fingers out and wheeled his horse. Her commands were barked out without a word spoken. The sign-language provided the perfect covert operative in case the Darkling’s spies had slipped amongst her faithful. Alina let a smile touch her lips, and urged her horse forward.

The procession wound its way down the hill and spilled into the town. Alina, reining in her horse, accepted glasses of tea, thick slices black bread and salt. The flour stores were starkly low, but someone had still offered up the loaf to feed her. Another, sadder smile reached her face. She let the sunlight fill the town in thanks, and swung off her horse. Her boots hit the cobblestones with a welcome thud and she reached for Olga’s arm. Even though she was at full strength, her legs wobbled a little.

“Yes, Sankta?”

“Get me the mayor.” 

Olga nodded, and disappeared into the crowd. The town square of Balakariev was war torn and attempting to present as anything but. It succeeded remarkably. Scrappy blue flags painted with crude gold suns waved from the windows, and the double-headed eagle flapped overhead in the town square. The mayor, a major civil servant of Nikolai’s father’s generation came over with Olga on his arm. The two of them were markedly similar, and Olga bowed deeply. 

“My grandfather, Mayor Ivan Alexandrevich of Balakariev is delighted to offer you the use of his town, Sankta Sol.” Olga spoke for her elder, and he pinched her thin cheek, chuckling. “Indeed, Sankta,” He bowed deeply, and spread his arms. “I wish for you to take my home. We have many rooms-”

Alina knew refusing an offer would be sin, but she held up her hand before the mayor could worsen the bulging vein in his temple. “Your offer is most appreciated, good sir, However might I suggest you offer that room to his majesty Prince Nikolai and his General of First Army, Dominik Vertov? I live amongst my flock.” Alina’s voice softened and she folded her hands behind her back. “I am not one much suited for living amongst four walls these days, however-” She needed to offer an olive branch.

“I would be more than happy to dine with you and your esteemed family, sir.”

Ivan’s eyes widened in joy and he kissed Alina’s hand profusely. She sighed inwardly and Olga giggled, mouthing; he’s old fashioned, forgive him, Moya Sankta.

She smiled, and waved her free hand. Once her other hand was free of Ivan’s lips - which reminded her faintly of Vasily’s - Alina found herself swept into a whirlwind tour of the town. As she passed houses, market-squares and fountains, people stopped in their work and fell to their knees. Alina regarded them all coolly and let the light from a passing lantern flare in a sunburst for a moment - a sign of good fortune. 

It was as they were walking amongst the town’s outskirts that Alina’s eyes settled on the town’s church and the line of homeless flowing out from the door. She gathered her skirts, and moved closer to the Mayor. 

“Are there nuns here?”

“Indeed, Sankta. Mainly followers of the Order of Sankta Anastasia.”

Alina nodded. “And what do they line up for?”

“Pottage and tea, Sankta,” Olga’s fingers edged to her pistol. If there was anywhere for the Darkling’s spies, in the former sniper’s eyes, it was here. Alina shot her a glare. Not Here. The hand stilled, and moved back to its place at Olga’s belt. 

“May I be allowed to see them? To offer blessings?”

The mayor’s eyes widened. “Y-you would?”

“Is it not good faith to give unto those who are suffering?” Alina asked, quoting from the Istorii Sankt’ya. 

The Mayor’s eyes almost bulged out of his head as Alina swept off in a trail of skirts, dust, and the smell of unwashed bodies. Weeks amongst her followers, who while suffering from the ruins of starvation, still possessed homes and incomes, no matter how pitiful. These people were devoid of anything. She came up to the simple wooden doors and knocked on them. Gasps went up from the congregation. 

“Is there a reason this isn’t open?” She asked a woman waiting in the queue who held a babe to her chest. The little thing was hollow-eyed with hunger, and the woman wasn’t much older than her twenty years. 

“The Head Sister says they have no pottage to give.”

“Nonsense.” Alina scoffed, refusing to think clearly. She went to rap her fist against the door again, and then her head twisted back as a bugle call rang through the air. The roar of hoofbeats was growing louder with every passing moment, and she stepped down the stairs of the church in shock as the full swell of First Army’s 28 regiments - cavalry and infantry - streamed into the town. At their head was Nikolai, his kepi was bent a little, the uniform he wore covered in smuts from riding hard for evident weeks. He swiveled in the saddle and dismounted from his steed with the speed of a seasoned soldier. 

He was running to her. Alina’s heart stuttered in her chest and she tore up the street to him, not caring for the dust or how her hair looked or her skirts. She threw her arms wide, and ran straight into Nikolai’s waiting grasp. The crushing feeling of the collision with him knocked the air from her lungs, and she gasped in hysteria as he spun her around.

“Alina!” He cried. “We didn’t see your banners! I thought you were still back at Keramzin!” He gasped. 

“We did a lot of hard travel over the past weeks.” Alina breathed. 

Tears were pouring down her cheeks, and she cupped his face in her hands. She smiled, feeling the ghost of stubble against her palm. He’d not been shaving. The exhaustion and burned skin of his face gave her an estimate of the amount of land and time he’d covered from Chernast to Balakariev. Judging by the regiments he’d gathered, he’d amassed quite a mass of men and munitions. There was another bugle blast, and the artillery surged into the town. At the head of the crush of soldiers was Dominik, yelling orders to men and women. Isaak was at his side, snapping at the non-coms to get the lower ranks into file and dig latrines for the massive tent-city that was about to come into existence.

She watched Ivan and Olga head back to the town square to welcome the First Army to their humble town, and she turned her gaze back to the waiting crowd. Nikolai looked up, and his eyes widened at the gathered group. He sniffed, noted the closed blue doors of the church and fished in his pocket for his pocket-watch. Flipping it open, he noted the time - a little after the noon bell.

“Why’re they not open? It’s вторник.”

“Apparently the head sister has no pottage to give.”

Nikolai scoffed. “Let’s see about that.” He slipped his arm through Alina’s and the two of them moved back to the church. Knocking on the massive door, silence emanated back. He made a face. “Not even a priest. Hmm.”

His fingers shifted through his pockets and he pulled out a pair of lockpicks. Bending over, he began to pick the lock while the waiting crowd shifted from foot to foot and fidget. They were evidently used to such depravity as waiting with the patience of divinity. This was evidently not something remiss to them.

With a satisfying click, the lock gave and Nikolai pushed the doors open. He stepped in, and something under-foot twinged. He stopped cold, and held up his hand. 

“Tripwire.”

Alina’s eyes widened as Nikolai dropped to his knees and blindly touched the wire in front of him. With the slightest touch of his finger, he felt the tension in the wire and grimaced.

“Get them into the square.” He could feel the whole church under him being boobytrapped with enough fabrikator-explosive to level the church. He rose to his foot, and was almost free of the church’s doors when one of the congregants closest to him leaped forward. Nikolai moved too slow to catch the man’s fall, and both fell to the ground, right on the wire.

Alina screamed as the explosion rippled outward. What she felt next was the feeling of being lifted off her feet and thrown into the air. Looking down, she saw black wings emerging from Nikolai’s back and the sight of the Merzost flowing over his wounded skin to heal the tissue.

She flew backwards, threw a glass-plated window, and the whole world spiraled into darkness.

When Alina came to, she found herself lying on a cot in what was certainly the mayor’s wife’s bedchamber. She coughed, the stench of plaster and crud in her lungs. She hacked, wheezed, and struggled upright. Steady hands pushed her down, and she fought back wildly, clawing at the air.

“Calm down! Alina, it’s me!” 

Alina’s eyes flew open properly and she settled on Nikolai’s hands on her shoulders. She stopped fighting and stared up at him in shock. Her ears were ringing, blood dripped from her nose. She sneezed, and then her stomach roiled.

“Here.” Nikolai shoved a china basin under her chin and she expelled her stomach contents, all while he pulled back her hair. “Shh. it’ll be alright.” His wings were still looming out from behind his back. She wondered if they were a permanent fixture.

“T-the tripwire?” She wheezed. Nikolai sighed.

“A booby trap. I don’t think whoever did it accounted for the unhoused needing their food-stores of the day.” He noted her wide eyes and rushed to soothe her. “We’ve fed them and made sure they have space in the camp to be tended to and live in. No one died.”

“Except for the man who pushed you onto the wire.” Alina’s voice dropped. She wanted to maim the man, to blind him with her holy light and make him live as an example of what it meant to harm the man she loved.

“He was desperate, Alina.” Nikolai murmured. “I believe he merely panicked.” 

“Or he tried to kill you.” She spat. 

“That is for the saints to determine, not us.” He murmured against her hair. She snorted, and growled;

“I am a saint. I say he meant to kill you.”

“If it soothes you, no one else was hurt. The explosion was a foolish, home-made attempt. I don’t even know if they meant to kill us or anyone. It explains the lack of a priest and nuns. That is unusual. Maybe they retreated to the nunnery for the summer.”

“And left those people to starve?” She whispered.

“People are unkind.” He examined the disaster of her braided coiffure and sighed. Reaching over, he grabbed her brush and began to run the bristles through the silvery strands. The ribbons were carefully unwound and removed, and as he ran the brush through her curls, Alina realized no one since Genya had done her hair. She’d stuck it in a braid during her exiles and in hiding, and now, she was here, in the mayor of Balakariev’s wife’s bedroom, getting her hair brushed by Nikolai Lantsov.

Her stomach churned and she groaned.

“Tell me it was something I ate.” 

“Not sure on that.” He reached for a silver plate and held up an apple slice. “Here. this’ll help settle your stomach.”

“How? It’s Summer.”

“A little help from the Little Palace greenhouses.”

Alina breathed. 

“The Darkling rules over the Little Palace.”

“He’s neglectful of one of the tenets of building relations with Otkazat’kya. Those in positions even as lowly as gardeners appreciate basic respect and decency. I’ve known the gardeners of both palaces since I could walk.” He slipped the slice between her open lips. She bit down and the tart sweetness caused tears to bud in her eyes.

“Have your soldiers ravaged the town’s stores?” She blinked at him. He rolled his eyes. “I am but a man, Alina. Not even I as king can cease a marauding army from painting the town red.” 

She laughed and then groaned again. 

“No more jokes, you ass.”

He snickered, and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I thought Grisha don’t get sick.”

“We don’t, but getting thrown through a window does leave more wounds than let on.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for the next time I think of ways to dispose of my enemies.” 

“Your most powerful, most dangerous enemies,”

He winked, and traced a line down her cheek. “Mmm.” A dangerous glint entered his eyes and she sighed fondly. Fisting her fingers in his hair, she set the basin aside, and dragged him down into a deep kiss.

His tongue snuck out, pleading entrance, and she let him in without a moment’s hesitation. They’d slept together before this, starting from that night in Os Alta after he’d announced their engagement. It had been a hot night filled with sweaty sheets and sinful words that would burn lesser couples. 

This, however, was different. The kisses from Nikolai’s lips were hungrier, desperate. The monster within him was keening for her light, unafraid of it. She pressed her hand to his chest, feeling the flex of muscle under her palm, and grinned.

“Mind taking that shirt off?”

“Only if I get to-” His lip brushed her earlobe and murmured; “Undress you.”

“Do the wings stay present?”

“Oh, yes. And the claws.” He tore off his gloves with his teeth and she gasped at the sight of his talons, imagining those onyx shards in her thighs.

“Bring it on, Moi Tsarsevich.” She purred, dragging him down with her. He hissed, his inky fangs finding purchase in the tender flesh of her neck. He sucked at the skin, leaving a shining, wet and reddened hickey. 

“That’s Moi Tsar, Sankta.” He growled. “And if you’re not good, I’ll have you begging for me to break you in half.”

“Oh, will you?” Alina teased, slipping a hand under his shirt, watching his eyes darken with that primal hunger. “Remind me, what did you say to me after my awakening?” She purred.

“‘I’ll not let you from my bed, even if you threaten to burn me to a pile of ash.’” Nikolai quoted, nipping her ear-tip with his teeth. 

“And are we staying true to that?” She examined the time on his pocket watch. “Or are you going to at least let me perform my services to my flock?”

Nikolai growled. “I much prefer your services here.”

Alina rolled her eyes and stroked his cheek.

“Then, you might want to get on your knees, Nikolasha.” Her grin turned devilish. 

“And start praying to your glorious Sankta to let you confess.”

The look he gave her was so hungry, so wanting, that Alina purred and shoved him back into the bed. To any listening maid or soldier, the noise the two made would send even the heartiest souls scampering for their prayer books, ears burning. The pent-up wanting of two years of no intimacy (they’d never figured out how to do it through the tether even while awake), made them into wild beasts that raked clawed hands across one another’s flesh and their releases to be violent, sweat-soaked and filled with the guttural cries of two people so deeply hungry for the other that the world and heavens would buckle under them.

As Alina snuggled into Nikolai’s arms, he kissed her soft hair and idly braided it under his fingers. At long last, the monster within him settled, and he splayed his wings out to cocoon them both in its inky embrace. She sleepily pressed her ring-clad hand to his chest and she nuzzled into his pec, murmuring something.

“What was that?” He yawned sleepily.

“I love you.”

Nikolai’s fingers stilled in braiding her hair, and a smile split his face in two. 

“You know, you’ve never said that to me once.”

She reached for a pillow to hit him with, but the wing encircling her trapped her movements. He chuckled at her glare. “Don’t think of burning me. Not after that sinful tongue of mine-”

Alina buried her face in her hands and groaned. “There’s people listening!”

“Let them. You deserve to be worshiped.” He winked at her angry look and ran a thumb down her cheek. “And, you know you loved it.” 

His lips pressed feathery kisses to the tip of her nose, her eyelids and lips in quick succession, like tiny star bursts on the canvas of her face. She giggled, and snuggled closer to him. “Don’t…” she yawned. “Let go of me.”

“No such chance, Moya Sol.”

She smiled, and threw an arm over his stomach, then let out a loud snore and nestled closer. Nikolai stifled a laugh and rolled onto his side, bringing her closer to him so they could spoon. He kissed her neck and nestled his face into the crook of it. 

They both slept easy and for a long, long time. When they woke, a whole day had passed. With their rising, came plans to formulate an attack against the Darkling. However, these were not the half-baked plans of Nikolai and Alina in the attack on the Grand Palace 4 summers ago, but a plan that would work without fail, having no gaps for which the Darkling to poke his fingers into.

It would be perfect, it would work, and no more casualties than the ones naming towns from Os Alta to the Fold would be added. No more men would be cut down by the Volcra, no more women and children made widows and fatherless. 

The Sun Saint had her fox, and the Fox had his queen once more with him. All was right in the world, and all would be so. Even if things went poorly - which they would not - all would be well, and the hell of the Darkling’s rule would end not with a whimper, but a bang.

They would meet him where all of it began - at the Making of the Heart of the World, and from there, send the bastard son of a bitch back to where he truly belonged - hell. And with him would go all of his monstrous kith and kin.

End of chapter 9.

#wyn rambles #Nikolina #shadow and bone au #grishaverse au #nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone #dominik vertov #wyn writes #new fic chapter #alina starkov #almost smut #implied smut #nikolai and Alina do fun stuff together #mwehe #medieval references

[mr-and-mr-mitchell]

Touch of Magic

Aleksander has learned a new type of small science and experiments its use on Alina, with very pleasurable results.

Rating: E!

Warnings: Non-Con

#fic #fic rec #darklina #the darkling x alina #alina starkov #aleksander morozova #the darkling #grishaverse #alina starkov fic #darklina fic #darklina smut #smut #smut fic #mine #my fic #writing #my writing #shadow and bone

[marvelmusing]

Winter Warm-up

Pairing: Alina Starkov x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a secret trip out into the snowy grounds of the Little Palace, you and Alina share a bed

Warnings [18+]: smut, thigh riding, fingering, reader has lots of petnames for Alina, masturbation, inexperienced!Alina.

A/N: this is my first fic with Alina, and I’m not sure how many people would be interested in reading for her, it was just going to be a little drabble but it kinda ran away from me

My Masterlist

When you feel Alina shiver for the third time, you decide to slide your arm around her.

The silk sheets in her bedroom at the Little Palace were a luxury she was unused to, meaning that she hadn’t the forethought to place a warming pan under the covers before you had snuck out together into the evening to enjoy the snow.

She had asked you to stay with her for the night, under the pretence that the night guards would catch you if you attempted to return to the servants’ quarters now, though the flush coating her cheeks had given her intentions away.

Being the Little Palace’s official Tailor, you had been the one to introduce Alina to her new life as the sun summoner. Over the last few months, the two of you have grown increasingly close.

Close enough for you to shift your body until you’re pressing your front against her back, hand slipping under her body to curl around her waist.

“Relax a little, Alya.” You murmur against her ear.

She shivers again.

Rubbing your hand down the length of her thigh, you squeeze softly when you reach the space above her knee, drawing a small sigh from her lips. Then you slide your own leg between hers.

“You won’t be able to sleep if you’re tense.”

Her rear is pressed flush against your hips, and the flush of heat suddenly running through her body warms your core.

A hum of pleasure settles in your throat, and you can’t resist pressing your face into the crook of her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo.

Now your own body flushes with warmth, knowing you were the one who had lathered the shampoo into her hair, and washed every inch of her body.

When Alina had first arrived at the Little Palace, she had rather stubbornly insisted that she could bathe herself.

You think that’s the moment you fell for her.

Still sleep deprived, no doubt aching and wounded after her journey from Kribirsk, smelling of horse - but she still had a fire in her eyes, her chin raised determinedly as she told you to wait outside her bathing room until she was done.

That first time, you had adhered to her request for privacy. The next day, you offered to give her the full bathing experience. If she hated it, you agreed that you would only assist her with her clothes and some Tailoring. She had taken up your offer, and you soon showed her the benefits of having someone bathe you.

Whilst she insists she doesn’t need the luxury, she certainly enjoys it.

Now that she’s fully settled into the Little Palace, and summoning daily, Alina practically glows when you rub lotions over her skin. You had advised Alina on how to shave herself, but she often asked rather shyly if you could shave her legs - which you love.

You’re brought back to the present by Alina’s shoulders pressing against your breasts.

“Feeling warm enough yet?” You ask softly.

She shakes her head.

Alina rocks her hips backwards, her cheeks catching against your panties, grinding over the fabric which sends shockwaves to your clit.

Dropping your head down, you grit your teeth as you press closer into the crook of her neck. As you breathe in more of her scent, you think about her even more.

Her soft dewy skin coated in bubbles that you clear away with tender scoops of bathwater. The way she now lets you wipe the sponges and cloths over her breasts, and down between her thighs. Her wide eyes, that darken when you touch her most sensitive areas.

She’s so innocent.

Alina had confessed to you that she hadn’t even tumbled a boy before. She had blushed when you laughed softly, and explained that no one her age called sex ‘tumbling’.

Wanting to see her reaction, you shift your thigh further between her legs. Her pretty nightdress slides up to her waist, and she slowly rocks her hips over your thigh.

Her fingers curl around the top of your thigh, pinning you in place as her pink painted nails dig into your skin.

A soft breath leaves you, and you press your forehead against her temple. She shivers again, no doubt feeling each of your shaking breaths brushing against her flushed cheeks.

“Alya, milaya, I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with-”

“Please.” She whines quietly, her chest heaving as she rolls her hips weakly over your thigh again. “Touch me.”

It’s only then that you lie a kiss on the space between her neck and her shoulder, a gentle press of your lips onto the sensitive spot. Alina continues to move her hips, which encourages you to suck on her skin, leaving a trail of flushed pink marks.

A small gasp falls from her lips, and her head drops backwards, offering the expanse of her neck for you to kiss. When your teeth scrape lightly over her thundering pulse, Alina whines, a needy desperate sound that has your own hips rocking forward into her body.

Sliding your other hand underneath her body, you grasp at her breast, kneading the soft flesh. A shocked moan escapes Alina’s throat, and you can see her cheeks burning with a red flush.

Pressing a reassuring kiss to her heated cheek, you roll her nipple between your fingers and she moans louder.

Uncurling your other arm from around her waist, you slowly slide it down her stomach and she squirms in anticipation.

“You’re sure about this, Alya?”

“Yes. Please.”

Despite the desperation in her voice, you trace your fingers lightly over her nightdress, where the waistband of her panties are hidden. She’s wearing lace, you know it, a delicate white just like her nightdress.

Your own clothing isn’t much better than of a servants, and you can feel your cotton panties clinging to your soaked cunt.

“Have you ever touched yourself before?” You ask in a whisper.

Her face burns as you nuzzle your nose against the side of her face.

“Y-yes.”

Humming in acknowledgement, you pull her nightdress further up her body, allowing your hand to smooth over her bare stomach. She shudders when your nails catch over her hip bones.

Her arousal has soaked through the thin fabric of her panties, and you can feel it on thigh as she grinds down in an attempt to ease the growing ache between her legs as you kiss along her neck.

Her breathing catches every time you moan softly against her skin.

“Do you do it often?”

She blinks at your question, her brows creasing adorably.

“Hm?”

You laugh softly at her sound of confusion.

“How often do you touch yourself, lapushka?”

“Oh.”

She bites down on her plump lip, pulling it between her teeth.

“I’ve only done it a few times.”

“Recently?”

She nods.

“The first time… was last month.”

“Did you like it?”

She squirms.

“Yes.”

“Where do you start?” She frowns again, and you kiss slowly along her jaw as you muse quietly, “Do you touch here, milaya?”

A squeeze at her breast accompanies your question and she arches into your touch as you lie your other hand flat against her stomach.

She nods.

“Do you pinch your nipples, hm?” You suck a mark along her jawline, nibbling over her skin as you breathe out your next words, “Wrap your little fingers around your pretty throat and squeeze?”

She moans louder, shaking her head.

“You really should take some time to play with yourself properly, Lina.”

Your voice is low as you murmur against her ear, pressing a soft kiss to the shell before you bite lightly at her earlobe.

“So that you can figure out what you like.”

She chokes out your name in a desperate plea, which prompts you to slide your hand under the waistband of her panties. Fingers smoothing over soft skin, down through the dark curls of hair, you ease them between her slick folds.

“Alya.” You moan, breathing heavily as you circle your fingertip over her dripping hole. “You’ve soaked through your pretty panties.”

Using the slick you’ve gathered on your fingertip, you trace upwards towards her clit. Her hips buck when you circle the swollen bud, and you press the heel of your palm against her stomach as you flick your fingertip back and forth.

“Move your hips, moya milaya.” You instruct her, pressing your thigh higher up between her legs. She does, tentatively at first. “There we go, good girl.”

She gasps as you continue to circle her clit delicately, and the pace of her hips as she rubs her clenching cunt over your thigh increases.

It’s an intoxicating sight, watching Alina gasp and moan as her grip tightens. One hand is curled around your thigh, the other fisted into her pillow as the pleasure consumes her.

Reaching down, you curl your other hand around her hip, helping her motions as you kiss over her back and shoulders.

“You can do this by yourself, you know.” You tell her softly, as you mouth your way over her shoulder. “Place one of your pillows between your legs and grind that gorgeous little cunt over it, just like my thigh.”

She whimpers and you moan at the thought of Alina perched naked on one of her pillows, rubbing her cunt over the fabric until she climaxes.

Her gasps increase and you can feel the muscles in her abdomen tensing as you grind your own hips against her rear.

“What do you think about?” You ask, your own breathing heavy against her neck. “When you touch yourself, who do you think about?”

She pants out your name a few times under her breath, before she cries out,

“You.” The two of you moan as her legs kick slightly. “I think about you. Always you.”

“Let go for me, malyshka.” You mumble, circling quickly over her clit as you hold her in place. With a cry, she begins to climax, and you moan at the feeling of her slick coating your bare thigh.

Pressing kisses over her heated skin, you murmur praises as pleasure floods through her body. Her fingers curl tight around your wrist, keeping you in place, like you would ever pull away from her, as she rides out her high.

“So beautiful.” Your lips trace along her neck, and her breathing heaves at her chest. “Moya Sankta.”

Her body slumps down heavily into the mattress, pressing against yours. You can almost the blood rushing through her, brining a beautiful flush to her cheeks that spreads down her neck, bringing more colour to the marks you’ve sucked onto her skin.

Once her breathing has settled, you drop a kiss to her shoulder, and pull up the thin strap of her nightdress which had fallen down at some point.

“Feeling warm enough now, Alya?”

She laughs quietly.

There’s a beat of silence, before she asks softly,

“What about you?”

“I’ll handle it.” Even before she rolls over to face you, the pout on her lips is obvious and you breathe out a soft laugh. “You can watch.”

Her breath catches in her throat, eyes widening when she sees your fingers, coated in her slick, slip into your own panties.

You’re already soaked and aching, with the added wetness of Alina’s arousal on your fingers you’re soon moaning her name as you touch yourself.

Rubbing quickly over your slippery nub, you find your pleasure piquing faster than usual. Alina’s dark eyes watch intently as you gasp and moan. She stares at your face, gazes over your heaving chest, and down to where your hand disappears under your panties.

“Alya, fuck.”

Her eyes widen as your thighs bracket her body, and she gapes wide-eyed at the sight of your ruined panties pulled aside so that you can rub frantically at your clit.

As your back arches, your head tilts backwards and your toes curl in pleasure as the muscles in your abdomen tense and your cunt clenches hard around nothing.

A sigh falls from your lips as you slump onto the mattress, rolling onto your back to stare at the ceiling as the satisfaction fills you.

Alina’s breathing catches again when she sees you take your finger between your lips, sucking your arousal from your digit. Your eyes flutter closed as you lick the remnants clean.

Once you’re done you lie your hands on your stomach as your breathing settles.

“Can I kiss you?” Alina asks timidly.

You breathe out a laugh, turning to face her with a bright smile tugging on your lips.

“Of course you can kiss me, milaya.”

She leans towards you, her lips pressing softly against yours. Sliding a hand to cup the back of her neck, you move your lips slowly against hers. She moans quietly, no doubt tasting your arousal from your lips.

When she pulls back, you drop your forehead against hers, nuzzling your noses together and she smiles. You press another kiss to her lips, which prompts your own smile.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for this.”

She shakes her head, sliding her arms around your waist as you tuck her head under your chin.

“No, I mean, thank you for today. I had fun, always have fun with you.”

Dropping a kiss to the crown of her head, you wrap your arms around her shoulders and keep her close.

“I have fun with you too, Alina.”

#alina starkov x reader #alina starkov #alina starkov au #alina starkov smut #alina starkov imagine #shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone au

[deanlikeshisangel]

STUFF I WROTE

I'll be updating this as I post , I'll add warnings in the post itself if any are needed.

requests : open

grishaverse

NIKOLAI LANTSOV

sturmhond prose

nikolai lantsov in love

nikolai's prayer

stranger things

EDDIE MUNSON

eddie munson is art prose (lowkey sad)

eddie thoughts

poems + prose

poetry for strangers

your words

#netflix #stranger things eddie munson #stranger things x y/n #stranger things imagines #shadow and bone x reader #nikolai lantsov x you #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov imagines #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #zoyalai #nikolina #alina starkov #harry potter smut #marauders #marauders imagine #eddie munson #eddiemunson x reader #supernatural #dean winchester x reader #shadow and bone #poetry #fanfic #james potter

[zoyaofthegardvn]

Sapphic Kinktober

Okay ya'll! Let's talk Sapphic Kinktober <3

Plz remember that I cannot make any promises about how well I'll stick to this, but I would love to provide for the queer girls out there who wanna read about their faves this month.

What I need from you guys is to send me some kinks you'd like to see me cover this month, and with whom you'd like to see it with! I'll list the characters I'll write for in just a moment, and I'll list some kinks I'm already thinking of.

I'll also add that smut writing isn't something I've been doing for very long, and while I like to read some pretty kinky shit, i'm not sure how I feel about writing super kinky shit. So if you suggest something truly wild, I may love it, but may not write it. At least not at this point in my writing! Who knows what Kinktober 2024 will bring!

Okay so.. here are the kinks/themes I'll have for this list:

Face sitting

Thigh riding

Spanking

Brat taming

Choking

Bondage

Virginity

Toys

Mommy kink

Exhibitionism/Voyeurism

Overstimulation

Double penetration

Humiliation/Degradation

Praise

Hate sex

Okay, that's about half of what I need for 31 days of kinks! Shoot me some ideas. If anything, I also don't mind repeating some kinks :)

Characters I'll be writing for:

Manon Blackbeak

Elide Lochan

Nesta Archeron

Elain Archeron

Mor

Zoya Nazyalensky

Alina Starkov

I realize this isn't a very long list, but these are all characters that are of age and that I feel like I could write well. So of course these characters will be repeated several times!

Let me know what kinks you'd like to see with them this month!

#sarah j maas #throne of glass #kinktober #manon blackbeak #acotar #shadow and bone #a court of thorns and roses #sapphic smut #zoya nazyalensky #alina starkov #nesta archeron #elain archeron #mor #elide lochan #mor x reader #manon blackbeak smut #zoya nazyalensky x reader #manon blackbeak x reader #sapphic fantasy #nesta archeron x reader

[midwinterspringwrites]

took the stars and made a map Ch. 3

Rated E

“Let me worship you, my little saint,” Aleksander says, his voice soft and wrecked. The shadows are suddenly very deep in the corners of the cabin.

(A Season 2 AU)

Moodboard by @bettycooper

Read on AO3

#shadow and bone fanfic #shadow and bone #my fic #aleksander morozova #alina starkov #darklina #smut #alina x darkling #darklina fanfic #shadow and bone season 2 #fix it fic

[simp2537]

Moon Helios

A/n: Warning there are a few triggers and stuff. I’ll place them below. The font below is Fjerdan. Enjoy

꓄ꃅꀤꌗ ꎇꂦꈤ꓄ ꀤꌗ ꎇꀭꍟꋪꀸꍏꈤ

Word count : 1.5k plus

Series trigger warnings include: Child abuse, anxiety, religious trauma, racism, manipulation, some division of canon, Alina hate?, trauma, ptsd, bullying, insomnia, self-neglect, mental health issues, guilt tripping, cult theme and all other shadow and bone stuff

Act l : The academy 

Chapter One

Cold and dark was all the academy was. The training of a helios was hard and many died trying. Children taken for their extra ordinary abilities. Children willing to protect what is there’s without a doubt. 

Children made into Helios’s. A girl sit in a circled arena with her eyes closed breathes in and out. Her h/c hair pulled up and into a tight braid. A figure approached her with a dagger in their hand. 

The figure charged at the girl coming into the torchlight. The girl stops the dagger with one movement of her hand and brought the figure to the ground. 

The s/c girl opened her eyes to reveal cloudy white eyes. The figure opened her eyes as well to reveal the same cloudy white eyes. The girl pressed against the ground was shorter than the h/c girl. 

“Really Isla?” The h/c asked the dark skinned girl underneath her. Isla rolled her eyes even though she knew her friend couldn’t tell. She tapped against her friend’s shoulders three times.

“Off Y/n.” Is what those three taps meant. Y/n got off Isla and help her off the ground. Around Isla’s neck was a small device that made small clicking sounds. 

“Where’s your ribbon?” Isla asked using her clicker. Y/n wrapped a blue ribbon around Islas wrist. The ribbon was long enough the two girls could have their own space but short enough to make sure they stayed together.

Isla’s nappy was pulled into a ponytail with some loose curls out of it. Y/n gasped onto Isla hand and began to guide her through the sanctuary. All Helios’s in training had their sight taken away from them so that they could train from nothing.

Isla was different though. She didn’t have a voice to speak. Without her voice she was at a bigger disadvantage than most other students. Y/n made it her mission to protect and help Isla.

Isla was a great beauty. With an innocent and kind face. She was very small and stealthy. While Y/n although also was beautiful she was more strong and the better fighter. The two girls were opposite.

Isla sweet and kind. Always ready to help. Y/n angry and protective. Always ready to defend. In many ways the reason Y/n felt so close to Isla was because she reminded her of her sister. Alina. Alina was sweet, and kind. Always needed Y/n’s protection. 

As the pair walked through the halls Isla kept a tight grip on Y/n’s globes hand. Suddenly Y/n stopped and Isla frozen behind her. A taller boy blocked their path.

He was tall with messy black hair, the same cloudy white eyes, and fair skin. Niko was his name. Y/n knew he was an ugly boy even though she couldn’t see him. He just felt ugly. His presence made the girls want to throw up.He had a bronze chest plate, sword strapped to his back, and a smirk kept on his face. He blocked the girls path.

“If it isn’t the mute and the half-breed.” Niko announced. Y/n glared so fiercely at the boy even though he couldn’t see it. 

“Get out if our way.” Y/n growled her tone laced with annoyance.

Niko scoffed and crossed his arms. They were covered scars much like the two girls. Niko stepped closer to the pair. Y/n held her arm out protectively in front of Isla. Niko felt the movements of Y/n arm and smirked. Isla gripped onto Y/n’s hand as her guide. Y/n gently pulled Isla behind me body. Niko smirked as he moved, when he moved forward Y/n moved back. 

“The poor poor mute can’t do anything without her protector.” Niko mocked as he stepped forward. Then Y/n stopped backing up Niko stumbled into her chest. 

“Get out our way.” Y/n said glaring up at him. Niko stared down at her. His hatred for Y/n wasn’t well hidden. As a grisha how could he not hate Y/n. Niko placed his hand under Y/n chin with a smirk. 

“I like it when you beg.” Niko mumbled while he lean towards her. Y/n moved her eyes up. Untied the ribbon and pushed Isla back. Then Y/n’s fist collided with Niko’s jaw. 

“ꀤ ꓄ꂦ꒒ꀸ ꌩꂦꀎ ꓄ꂦ ꁅꍟ꓄ ꂦꀎ꓄ ꂦꎇ ꂵꌩ ꅏꍏꌩ!” Y/n growled mixing english with frjerdan. Niko turned his head towards Y/n with a glare he knew she could feel. More trainees entered the hall as the fight ragged on. Isla held onto the hall as she hear the grunts and groans of Y/n and Niko’s fight. 

Y/n was on top of Niko her bruised hand pummeling into Niko’s face. A set of heavy footsteps began down the hall but they were drown out by the cheers of the fight. Y/n couldn’t stop her anger had filled her glass to high.

Her fist wouldn’t stop. She’d pull her fist back and slam it back down. Over and over. She felt the vibrations of someone walking towards them. The closer the footsteps got the harder her fist became. Then she pulled her fist back and a strong hand held hers back. 

The grip on her hand was tight, but gently. The cheering had stopped, the hall had been filled with silence. Y/n dropped Niko with her other hand and looked up. He stood above her with a calm look. His brown eyes peered down into Y/n’s cloudy one. 

Egon Waldow stood above his prized student. Other Helios ran to the scene and watched as Egon pulled Y/n away by the hand. Isla felt Y/n getting pulled away, her vibrations were further and further. Isla went to follow her but one of the instructors stopped her and guided her away. 

Egon pulled Y/n by her arm into his rooms. Y/n didn’t struggle she knew the way even if she couldn’t see. She could never seen anymore. As Egon pulled her into the room her crossed her arms and steered down at her. 

“ꅏꂦꀎ꒒ꀸ ꌩꂦꀎ ꒒ꀤꀘꍟ ꓄ꂦ ꍟꊼꉣ꒒ꍏꀤꈤ?” Egon asked his fjerdan accent coming through into his speech. Y/n stared down at her feet. Images of the room flooded into her mind as she looked away. Y/n moved towards a large table filled with papers and scrolls. Y/n gently picked up one of the scrolls.

“ꅏꃅꍏ꓄ ꀤꌗ ꓄ꃅꀤꌗ?” Y/n mumbled softly in fjerdan. Her words weren’t as well pronounced as Egon’s but she was learning. 

“Those are not for you ꒒ꀤꈤꃅꂦ꒒ꂵꍟꋪꋪꍟ.” Egon explained while taking the scroll away. Y/n glared up at him while crossing her arms. She could practically feel his disappointment in her. He’d been training her better then that. He’d been training her to control her anger, her fury, her stupid temper. 

“ꀤ ꍏꂵ ꈤꂦ꓄ ꍏ ꒒ꀤꈤꃅꂦ꒒ꂵꍟꋪꋪꍟ.” Y/n whispered as she leaned against one of the chairs. She could see the enter room in her head like she always could. The bed was on the back wall. His bedside table is clean and tightly. The entire room is clean and perfectly organized. Egon tilted his head to the side. He gently grabbed her chin and had her look up at him.

“ꌩꂦꀎ ꍏꉓ꓄ ꒒ꀤꀘꍟ ꍏ ꒒ꀤꈤꃅꂦ꒒ꂵꍟꋪꋪꍟ, ꌗꂦ ꀤ ꅏꀤ꒒꒒ ꉓꍏ꒒꒒ ꌩꂦꀎ ꒒ꀤꈤꃅꂦ꒒ꂵꍟꋪꋪꍟ.” Egon said while mixing English with Fjerdan. His dirty blonde hair was peppered with white. His calloused hands gently held her face. He stared down at her with a fatherly gaze. He didn’t want her to feel bad about what she’d done but she could be fighting like that. 

“ꌩꂦꀎ ꀸꀤꀸ ꈤꂦ꓄ ꃅꍟꋪꍟ ꅏꃅꍏ꓄ ꃅꍟ ꌗꍏꀤꀸ.”  Y/n whispered so softly she could barely hear herself.

“What?” Egon asked inching his face towards her. Y/n felt tears prickle her eyes as she pushed him off her. She bit her lip as her hands shock. 

“He was being an ꍟꌗꌗ! He called Isla a mute, he called her weak! It made me so mad. I really tried to stay calm, I promise I did. I told him to move and get out of my way. He wouldn’t listen to what I had to say! I didn’t mean to hit him I just hit him. I couldn’t stop my fist I was like I was possessed of something!” Y/n rambled quickly her voice shaking. She began to scratch at her neck as she stared away from him. 

Egon gently grasped her hands. Her hands were soft, not yet so rough as his. He stared down into her white eyes are tears weld up inside.

“ꀤ ꍏꂵ ꈤꂦ꓄ ꍏꈤꁅꋪꌩ ꌩꂦꀎ ꃅꀤ꓄ ꃅꀤꂵ, ꀤ ꂵꍟꋪꍟ꒒ꌩ ꅏꀤꌗꃅ ꌩꂦꀎ ꅏꂦꀎ꒒ꀸ ꍏ꓄꓄ꍟꂵꉣ꓄ ꓄ꂦ ꉓꂦꈤ꓄ꋪꂦ꒒ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ ꍏꈤꁅꍟꋪ.” Egon explained. His voice was calm and collected. The tears fell down Y/n’s face. She crashed her arms around his waist as she buried her head. Egon sighed and wrapped his arms around his sobbing student.

Y/n sobbed into Egon’s torso, her tears dripping onto his shirt. Egon strokes her hair and whispers soothing words in her ear. Egon tells her that everything will be alright. Egon kisses her forehead and holds her close, offering her warmth and comfort in her moment of distress. Despite the sadness, there is a sense of bonding that comes from this moment as Helios master and his prized student lean into each other for support.

As he gently held onto her as she practically crumpled into his arms. Y/n struggled to breathe, this was too much. All she wanted was to go home. Back to Alina, back to Mal, back to the meadow. As if he could hear her thoughts he gently grabbed her face. 

“This is your home now, and you will be a Helios. You will serve our Sun summoner just like I do.” Egon said while holding her face up.

“Was it worth it?” Y/n mumbled as she stared up.

“What?” Egon questioned gently.

“Was it worth it? You gave your life for this. You gave up your religion, you gave up your family, your nation. Everything.” Y/n stared up at him. All she needed was to be to,d it was worth it. Then she’d do it. She’d continue going through hell for her Saint. Egon stared down at his face unreadable. 

Y/n could see through her blindness at the moment. Her sight had come earlier then most. She could see through her mind unlike many of her competitors. But now she was just blind. Egon lend down and kissed her forehead.

“For our saint, it was all worth it.”

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