#but that it wouldn’t change Alina

[glitter50000]

Feel like the statement of “Aleksander actually has feelings for Alina and was honestly vulnerable with her” and the statement of “He’s a terrible person to her and their relationship is toxic” can co exist

#Wow he brought her flowers and got teary-eyed with her doesn’t change anything though. #Like yes he has fallen in love yes he also is an asshole to her his feelings don’t change that. Even he seemed to realize this #His plan didn’t miraculously changed cause he caught feelings. Whether Alina agreed or not he would still go through with it #Just not a fan of ppl acting like he can’t be an asshole to her cause he’s in love with her like *gestures to 1x05 and beyond* #Speculating cause of tether scenes coming up and how it’ll affect the two of them in the show canon #Man I think about how their relationship affects one or the other yet I also literally never want them together #his character is so interesting to me and I love exploring his backstory and his characterization and the relationships he has but also #Please never interact with the protagonists (not just Alina) it’s just better for both of you #shadow and bone netflix #anti darklina #Sorry I’m just petty because d*rklina shippers will reduce him to just “love struck” like all he cares about is Alina #Which I just don’t really think is true cause if he really DID care he wouldn’t do half of the fucking stuff he does to her but whatever

[firstfullmoon]

SOLMAZ SHARIF: I was recently reminded of a story of a political prisoner—I don’t know if I want to share this. . . This political prisoner, who had been convicted and was facing the death penalty, was in a large cell with about twenty other political prisoners. Periodically, the guards would come and call one of their names and take that person out to be executed. When this political prisoner’s name was called, the prisoner stood up and started singing “The Internationale.” The whole cell sang along, and that was their farewell. But when the prisoner went into the hallway, the guards told them that they weren’t going to the gallows. They were being transferred to a different prison. The guards took them to the latrine, and while the prisoner was in there, they realized they wouldn’t have wanted “The Internationale” to be their last song, and started reciting a poem by, I believe, Hafez from memory.

For me, the why of poetry has become the reason revolution must happen to begin with. It’s no longer the conditions that make revolution inevitable, but what’s waiting for us on the other side of it. That required me to be more vulnerable—removing the conceptual frame was an act of that allowed vulnerability. . .

ALINA STEFANESCU: That reminds me of how my parents made me memorize poetry. They said: If you find yourself in prison, if you lose your home, family, livelihood, everything, the poems you remember will keep you whole. At the end of the day, alone in a cell, no one can steal the stanzas you remembered. The recitation itself is a radical act of refusal. Maybe poems sustain the hope and selfhood that carceral systems aim to extinguish.

SOLMAZ SHARIF: I love that. I was reminded of poetry’s capacities at the beginning of the pandemic. When lockdown started, some of my artist friends who work in other mediums suddenly couldn’t do any work. I remembered, for readers a poem is something you can carry with you anywhere, and for poets, writing a poem is an action that you can undertake anywhere. You don’t need physical materials. I hadn’t decided to turn my attention toward those qualities, however; I was forced to. My idea of poetry is tied inextricably to my early understanding of carcerality and war—both of which evaporate all that seems solid. And poetry seems especially able to survive these things. I bristle at the word hope, but the poem’s scrappy thereness is enough for me. In an interview late in his life, Mahmoud Darwish says, “poetry changes only the poet.” Some people understand that statement as pessimistic or cynical or jaded. Or maybe see it in line with Auden’s choppily quoted “poetry makes nothing happen”—a quote betrayed in the two words that follow: “it survives.” Auden is often quoted to fall neatly into that neoliberal ethical bypass of so much American literature. But I see the Darwish quote as honoring that even when a poem can’t be anything else, that it will be enough. I’m surprised by this turn in my own work, but the lived practice of poetry in my life made it inevitable.

— Solmaz Sharif and Alina Stefanescu, in conversation for BOMB Magazine

#maybe poems sustain the hope and selfhood that carceral systems aim to extinguish ! #w #interview #solmaz sharif #all beautiful poetry is an act of resistance

[chibipeachu]

Pretty Songbird || Aleksander M.

A/N: I watched snakes and songbirds and had this ideas stuck in my head ever since i saw it last week, idk if it's gonna be a series, if you have any ideas pls tell me!!

WC: 1311 Warning: Fem!Reader, the moon summoner trope, not proof read so i take credit for mispelling or mistakes..

Alina sighed as herself and Mal walked into a busy club to get away from their pursuers.

“It should be too crowded to notice us in this crowd, just keep the hood on.” Mal whispered to Alina as they moved closer to the stage where others stood, waiting for the performer. 

“Want something?” 

Alina turned and nodded as Mal gave a quick nod before walking to the bartender.

As alina went to stand near a corner of the crowded club she bumped into another young girl. “Aww, sorry..” “Ah, i’m sorry.”  They both apologized to one another.

“It’s alright, just a throbbing but it’ll go away with a drink.” The girl brushed it off and gave alina a smile. 

“You look familiar..” Alina felt her heart drop, as the expression the girl made was of realization. “You’re her aren’t you?” Alina tensed up and lifted her hand in case she need to summon to stop the girl from doing something.

“It’s alright, your safe here, i just recommend the further booth over there if you don’t want to draw attention..” Alina followed the girls direction and saw an empty booth and nodded at her. “Thank you..?” She waited for a name.

“Y/n, i’m a performer here tonight.” She smiled and pointed towards the stage were drunks and many excited people stood waiting.

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People whispered to one another as they noticed the brooding, darkling who was accompanied with other grisha, they all had looks of distaste on their faces as they scanned the club. 

Alesksander’s attention jumped as two women in front of him talked about the performer. 

“Is it true she can summon?” 

“Rumors say she can but was sick during her testing and got dismissed.” 

Before any of them could provide aleksander with information, a young woman, dressed in a loose blouse and what looked like the first army pants.

“Based on all the chatter I could hear from back there, I assume it’s about myself?” You grinned as you scanned the crowd.

A mixed of positive responses came from the busy club.

Aleksander noticed how each of his grisha searched the crowd.

“Aww stop it, i’m blushing!” You playfully waved to the crowd before turning to the band who waited for your sign to play.

As the band started up, you danced around the stage a bit.

“So if you don’t know, i wrote this many, many, many years ago when i was stuck as a showstopper for tow men on each side of the fold, one more then the other..” You referenced to your pants before raising an eyebrow.

Aleksander wasn’t surprised, zlatan of course wouldn’t share a summoner with anyone, especially the king and aleksander.

“Can’t take my charm,

Can’t take my humor,

Can’t take my wealth, cause it’s just a rumor.

Nothing you can take was ever with keeping.

No nothing you can take was every worthing keeping.”

As alina listened to your singing she glanced around the room and froze as she spotted aleksander and the other grisha in the club.

Alina subtly nudged mal who popped up and ushered alina through the crowd to leave quickly.

As you took a breath, you felt yourself stop for a moment, as you took note of the dark eyes of the darkling.

“Thinking you’re so fine,

Thinking you could have mine.

Thinking in control, thinking you can change me, maybe rearrange me.

Think again if that’s your goal.” 

You stomped your boots at each sentence, making the crowd cheer.

Through the small break of your singing, you held strong eye contact with the darkling, from what zlatan had told you, he was saving you from the general who had “tossed your abilities aside” those were the only words you believed from the first general, you had tried to get test when you were a teen but got reject when you said you could summon.

“Can’t take my sass,

Can’t take my talking.

You can kiss my ass,

Then keep on walking!

Nothing you can take was ever worth keeping,

Oh, nothing you can take was ever worth keeping.” You stared him down while continuing to sing.

Zoya scoffed as she followed your and aleksander’s gaze to one another. 

Aleksander looked away from you to look at the sour expression on her face.

“She’s insulting you to your face..” 

“I know..” He responded, his eyes moving back onto you which your eyes were closed as you finished the song.

“Nothing you can take from is worth dirt,

Take it cause i’d give it free, it won’t hurt.

Nothing you can take was ever worth keeping..”

As you finished the crowd cheered making you grin and gave a bow before walking to your bandmate and motioned for behind the stage before exiting, they band continued to play as you left.

Aleksander hadn’t noticed zoya rambling on how disrespectful you were, he piped up as you left the stage. “I’ll be back.” He told zoya before walking outside the club.

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You quietly exited from the building and leaned against the building.

You were now screwed, after many blissful years away from zlatan and kirigan it had to come crashing down.

Being upset you got up and kicked the tins in the back alley of the club.

“That was quite the show..” You jumped at the general’s voice.

“General kirigan..” You greeted, walking to pick up the fallen over tins. 

“You worked under zlatan?” He questioned, making you chuckle. 

“What made it obvious? My clothes or the song?” You asked, putting the lid back on before turning to his figure.

“He rarely sent letters to the palace grounds to let us know of anything.” 

You scoffed, knowing where he was trying to lead the conversation.

“Bullshit, don’t play like you never knew about me, I stood in front of grisha testers and was denied a retest because of my ability, each test is shown in front of you, in your lap to see the newest grisha!” You walked closer to him as you went on.

“Nice try to play that card but the only words I ever believed from zlatan was that you tossed me aside.” You brushed past the darkling and went to enter the club again but was stopped by him grabbing your wrist in a tight grasp and pulling you back to face him.

“You could train in the little palace with others, be with your own kind.” He tried to convince you.

“You missed that train where I wanted to fit in with others badly, I will not be trained to replace your little sun summoner.” You ripped your wrist form his grasp and walked back into the club.

Aleksander stood by himself in the alley, shocked you had decline his offer.

After he collected himself he walked into the club to collect his grisha.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Weeks had passed since the incident at the club.

Aleksander hadn’t been expecting a meeting with the king, he was confused at the sudden arrangement.

“Tsar.” Aleksander greeted as he entered his war room.

“General.” King Pyotr greeted, letting aleksander step in further before continuing. 

“Is there a reason you called upon me?” Aleksander questioned.

“When you were visiting ryevost, did you happened to see this girl?” The king unfolded a drawing of the singer he had a conversation with weeks ago.

“She’s rumored to be a moon summoner, if anything, everyone’s after her. And i believe she’ll do good here in the little palace under your control.” He continued, aleksander studied the poster.

“I’ll send grisha to find her…” The king smiled and nodded in aleksander’s direction before getting up and leaving.

Once gone, aleksander picked up the paper to admire your beauty. 

“I’ll find you, songbird..” He muttered as he read over the paper.

Y/N Y/L/N  - GRISHA - WANTED BY KING PYOTR AND GENERAL KIRIGAN.

#aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova x you #the darkling x reader #the darkling x you #darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #general kirigan x you #aleksander morozova fluff #shadow and bone x reader

[bitchiswild]

The Christmas Mission

Kim Chaewon x F!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 4k

A/n: 👩‍👩‍👧🎄📝

*. ੈ✩‧₊˚

From the moment I took my first breath, my mom and mama cocooned me in an infinite embrace of love. Life with them was a kaleidoscope of joy—I lived in a world where everything was perfect. Our family might have been small, but in my eyes, it was an entire universe of happiness.

However, that world crumbled when they decided to part ways. I remember the day they sat me down, their voices laced with reassurance, explaining that they wouldn’t share the same home anymore. I was just a five-year-old then, and although they might've thought I didn't grasp the depth of their decision, I knew our lives were about to change irreversibly.

Their separation during those holiday seasons felt like a hurricane ripping through our traditions. Choosing between spending Thanksgiving or Christmas with mommy or mama was an impossible choice. It felt unfair because all I wanted was to see us together, laughing, and sharing those special moments.

So, I devised a plan, a beacon of hope I called The Christmas Mission. I knew deep in my seven-year-old heart that if I could bring them together again, our family could be whole once more. With determination blazing in my eyes, I reached out to Auntie Yunjin, using mama's phone for secrecy. She chuckled softly at my boldness but agreed to help. Auntie Yunjin and I both sensed an unspoken truth—deep within Mama's heart, there lingered a love that hadn't faded for Mommy. And so, The Christmas Mission was a go.

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Throughout the entire year, I mulled over a meticulous plan, carefully orchestrating it with Auntie Yunjin's invaluable guidance. We decided to set the wheels in motion come September, giving us a precious three-month window to reunite Mommy and Mama.

My strategy was simple yet profound—I wanted Mommy and Mama to reminisce about their past together. Each night, just before bedtime, I would implore Mommy to share stories of their shared history, the moments that stitched their lives together. It was a chance for her to reflect on their beautiful past.

And when I was at Mama's house, I followed the same routine, coaxing her to delve into their cherished memories. Those stories were like fragments of a once-perfect puzzle, scattered but holding the promise of reunification.

"Mommy, can you tell me the story of how you knew you loved mama?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mixture of anticipation and earnestness.

"Alina, I've recounted this tale to you countless times," Mommy replied, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

"I know, but I love it so much," I insisted, pouting slightly, hoping to nudge her into sharing the cherished memory once more.

"Alright, alright," Mommy relented with a smile, knowing she couldn't resist my plea. "It was during winter," she began, a nostalgic glimmer dancing in her eyes.

It was a whirlwind of activity during winter for idols like Chaewon, schedules packed to the brim with performances and practices. Despite the bustling chaos, Chaewon made a conscious effort to carve out time for us. Our relationship had blossomed over the past three months, the connection growing stronger with each passing day, yet neither of us had mustered the courage to vocalize those three important words.

Before each performance or practice, like clockwork, Chaewon would drop a message, a reassuring beacon in the midst of her hectic schedule. Whether she was en route to work or headed back home, she made sure to keep me in the loop, a constant stream of updates that helped bridge the distance between us.

But amidst her gestures, I sensed her guilt. She knew I often waited for her at the dorm, eager to be by her side. The longing for her presence was palpable, and it seemed mirrored in her own desire to break free from her commitments and just be with me. Her concern for my waiting was a testament to her genuine affection, a silent testament to the emotions yet unspoken between us.

As the holidays drew nearer, a gift arrived in the form of a lighter schedule for Chaewon. Suddenly, she had pockets of time, and those moments became our sanctuary. Nights were no longer dictated by tight rehearsals or packed calendars; instead, they were ours to relish. We'd stay awake, wrapped in the glow of movie screens, concocting treats not just for us but for her fellow group members as well. We immersed ourselves in all those quintessential couple activities, indulging in the sweetness of shared moments.

Then came that overdue date—a special occasion Chaewon orchestrated. It was her chance to lavish me with affection, to express her gratitude for my unwavering support and presence. How could I have possibly said no to her thoughtful gesture? After all, my love for her was steadfast and unwavering.

Our date unfolded like a cherished fairytale. We delved into the vibrant tapestry of Seoul, relishing delicious street food, diving into spontaneous activities, and capturing our laughter in photographs. It was a day painted with hues of perfection, but the canvas of our happiness expanded when she bared her heart.

Amidst the pulsating energy of the city, she turned to me, her eyes brimming with an affection that needed no words to convey its depth. And then, in a moment that echoed amidst the bustling streets, she whispered those three words that altered the rhythm of our universe: "I love you." Those words, so simple yet carrying the weight of an entire galaxy of emotions, wrapped around me like a warm embrace. Feeling the intensity of that moment, I leaned in, closing the gap between us, and our lips met in a tender, affirming kiss. It was a moment suspended in time, a testament to the love we shared, marking one of the top three moments etched in our hearts.

As I sat there, wrapped in the warmth of Mommy's story, my laughter danced in the air while my feet playfully kicked beneath me. In the midst of her storytelling, I caught glimpses of both nostalgia and a hint of sadness lingering in her eyes. Yet, amidst those emotions, there was something more profound—a glimmer of an enduring love she still held for Mama.

The realization that my plan was gaining traction filled me with an indescribable joy. It was working! The threads of their shared past, spun through Mommy's tales, were weaving a tapestry that rekindled something beautiful between them. That glimmer of love, buried beneath the layers of time and change, now danced vibrantly before my eyes.

In that moment, I felt like a silent architect, subtly nudging their hearts to remember what they once had. It was a fragile yet powerful realization, fueling my determination to see my Christmas mission through to its heartwarming conclusion.

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"Mama, can you pleaseeeee tell me the story of when you proposed to mommy? Pleaseeeeee," I pleaded, my hands clasped together in an emphatic display.

"Of course, baby. Just so you know, it was one of my favorite days," Mama replied with a wink, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she settled into the memory, ready to weave the tale for me.

With bated breath, I listened as Mama began, her voice laced with a nostalgic tenderness that painted vivid images in my mind. Her words carried me to a moment frozen in time, a snapshot of their love story, as she recounted the beautiful chapter of when she proposed to Mommy.

The air crackled with nervous anticipation as Chaewon prepared for the pivotal moment of her life—proposal day. Three years had woven an unbreakable bond between us, and for her, it was the perfect juncture to pledge eternity by your side. You were her world, the axis around which her universe spun, and she couldn't fathom a life without you.

Her meticulous plan had been meticulously crafted, with the assistance of her fellow members, especially Yunjin, who shared a special bond with you. Yunjin's role in the plan was crucial—to distract you throughout the day, giving Chaewon and the rest of the girls the space and time needed to prepare every intricate detail. Everything had to be flawless, just like the love you shared.

As the designated hour drew near, with Yunjin leading me back, all the preparations were set in motion. The stage was meticulously arranged, every element carefully placed to create an atmosphere of magic and love, a space where Chaewon would bare her heart and soul. The energy hummed with anticipation, every detail polished to perfection, all for that one unforgettable moment.

The room seemed to hold its breath, cocooned in an atmosphere pregnant with emotion. Chaewon stood in the center, her heart an orchestra of nerves and unwavering love. The ambiance, carefully crafted with twinkling candles and delicate touches, paled in comparison to the radiance emanating from her.

As Yunjin guided me into the transformed space, my breath hitched in wonder. It was as though the room itself was a canvas painted with the hues of Chaewon's adoration—a breathtaking masterpiece dedicated to our love.

But amidst the beauty, it was Chaewon who commanded attention, her eyes, shimmering with anticipation and vulnerability, locking onto mine. In that charged moment, her voice, soft yet resolute, began to weave a narrative of our shared journey.

"Y/n," she uttered, her voice quivering with unspoken passion. "These years beside you have been my universe, a symphony of laughter, comfort, and an unyielding anchor. You are my everything."

Step by step, she closed the distance between us, reaching for my trembling hand, our souls connected in an unspoken embrace. "Today, amid the echoes of our love, I stand here with a question burning in my heart," she continued, her voice an ethereal whisper carrying the weight of a thousand emotions. "Will you walk this path with me? Will you choose to share your tomorrows with me, painting our story in the canvas of time? Will you marry me?"

Tears shimmered in our eyes, mirroring the overwhelming surge of emotions coursing through us. "Yes," You managed to choke out, your voice trembling with raw emotion, but every syllable dripping with love and certainty.

In that hallowed moment, surrounded by the tender flicker of candles and the symphony of our hearts beating as one, Chaewon slid a ring onto your finger—a circle representing an unbroken promise, a vow to weather every storm together. It was a moment when time stood still, a crescendo of emotions intertwining, marking the genesis of our forever.

The weight of Mama's story settled like a heavy mist, veiling the room in bittersweet nostalgia. Her words carried the weight of regret and longing, painting a picture of a love that had weathered storms but succumbed to the relentless demands of her schedule.

Tears blurred my vision as I wrapped my arms around Mama, her vulnerability tugging at my heartstrings. "You know, Mommy still loves you, right?" I whispered, trying to offer solace amidst the sea of emotions.

Mama's response carried the weight of resignation, a silent acceptance veiled in her words. "No, she doesn't, not anymore. And I'm okay with that. I just want her to be happy," she murmured, the ache in her voice echoing the depth of her love.

But I couldn't bear to see Mama resigned to a love lost. With a newfound determination, I revealed my secret plan, the clandestine scheme that had been brewing in my young heart for the past few months. The confession hung in the air, a revelation poised to reshape their world.

Chaewon's confusion pierced the moment. "What do you mean, a plan?" she queried, her eyes searching mine for answers.

I gazed at her, my cheeks flushing with the weight of my revelation. "For the past three months, I've been coaxing both of you to share stories of your past," I admitted, my voice quivering with a mix of anxiety and hope. "I wanted to rekindle the feelings you have for each other."

Mama's initial shock dissolved into a burst of laughter, the sound filling the room with unexpected warmth. "You, my clever baby, are quite the little schemer," she teased, tickling me playfully, coaxing joyous laughter from deep within me.

In that moment, amidst shared laughter and gentle teasing, I glimpsed a spark of hope flickering in Mama's eyes, a glimmer of possibilities woven by the innocence and determination of a child's heart.

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It was the moment of truth—I had Mama fully on board with our secret mission. Now, the final act of our plan was set in motion, and I was the lead actress in this grand performance.

With a mischievous glint in my eye, I switched on the blow dryer and directed its warm air to my forehead, feigning the onset of a fake sickness. I knew one thing for sure—Mommy was a whirlwind of concern when it came to taking care of her sick daughter.

"Mommy," I croaked out, playing my part with as much conviction as I could muster.

"Oh, Alina, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Mommy's worry was palpable, her pacing back and forth a testament to her genuine concern for me.

Pretending to be in distress, I murmured, "Call Mama, I want Mama," sniffling to add authenticity to my performance.

As expected, Mommy's concern deepened, and she dialed Mama without hesitation. Mama arrived swiftly, true to the script, while I sat upstairs, ready to play my next part.

"Okay, Mama, I'll pretend to sleep while you have a heart-to-heart with Mommy," I instructed eagerly, feeling like a clandestine agent about to execute a crucial plan.

Mama chuckled at my enthusiasm. "Sure thing, stinker," she said affectionately, ruffling my hair before slipping downstairs to engage Mommy in a conversation that I hoped would rekindle their feelings.

As I lay there, pretending to be asleep, my heart raced with anticipation. This was the moment where the threads of our plan would intertwine, where Mama's words would work their magic in Mommy's heart. It was a scene straight out of a movie, and I was the director behind the curtains, waiting for the climax to unfold.

Quiet as a mouse, I crept to the top of the stairs, my heart pounding with both excitement and nervousness. Peering through the banister's gaps, I listened intently, the hushed tones of Mama and Mommy's conversation drifting up to where I stood.

Their voices, a blend of familiarity and a hint of something deeper, carried a weight of emotions. Mama's gentle words mingled with Mommy's tentative responses, and it was like listening to a symphony, each note resonating with the cadence of their shared history.

Mama's voice, soft yet filled with a wellspring of emotions, carried stories of their past, moments cherished and remembered. She painted a canvas with her words, a tapestry woven with love, laughter, and shared experiences that seemed to transcend time.

As I eavesdropped, I couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. Mama's tales were like tendrils reaching out to rekindle the spark that had once blazed between them. Mommy's responses, though cautious, held a touch of nostalgia and perhaps a flicker of the love that had never truly faded.

It was a delicate dance of emotions, unfolding like a carefully scripted scene. In that quiet space, I was witness to a silent dialogue, a conversation between two hearts seeking to bridge the distance that had grown between them.

Every word spoken was a thread weaving back the tapestry of their shared love, and as I listened, I dared to hope that our plan was working, that the fragments of their past were reawakening something beautiful between Mama and Mommy.

Alina observed from her hidden vantage point, a silent witness to the delicate exchange between Mama and Mommy downstairs. Meanwhile, in another corner of the house, Y/n and Chaewon found themselves in an intimate moment, the air thick with unspoken sentiments.

Chaewon stood by the window, her eyes tracing the contours of the room but her thoughts elsewhere, entangled in a tapestry of memories and unsaid words. You approached your feelings, feeling the weight of years of separation and longing.

"Chaewon," You began, your voice laced with vulnerability and a torrent of emotions.

She turned towards me, and in that moment, the unspoken love that had lingered for so long seemed to spill from our eyes. "Y/n," she responded, her voice a whisper laden with hope and yearning.

Each word carried the weight of our unexpressed feelings. "Despite the passage of time, my love for you has never wavered," You confessed, your voice trembling with the depth of your emotions.

Chaewon's gaze softened, a shimmer of unshed tears reflecting the depth of her feelings. "The love I have for you remains unchanged, a constant amidst the changing tides of life," she admitted, her voice a tender echo of our shared affection.

In that vulnerable exchange, our hearts beat in unison, a symphony of love and longing. With trembling hands, we reached out to each other, fingers intertwining in a silent promise, a silent vow to explore the resurgence of a love that had endured the test of time.

Embraced in each other's arms, our connection felt like a melody, harmonizing with the quiet transformation taking place downstairs between us. It was a moment of tender revelation, a shared confession that spoke volumes of the love rekindled, echoing the quiet whispers of reconciliation weaving through the house.

In that vulnerable exchange, as our emotions swirled like an unstoppable tide, a silent understanding passed between us. Without words, but with a depth of feeling that words could never capture, we leaned closer.

Chaewon's breath mingled with mine, our hearts racing in unison as our lips met in a tender, long-awaited kiss. It was a moment suspended in time, a communion of souls reconnecting after a prolonged separation.

The touch of her lips against mine held the weight of unspoken confessions, the echo of years of longing, and the promise of a future rekindled. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken vows and a renewed commitment, sealing the unbreakable bond we shared.

As we drew apart, the room seemed to hold its breath, the air charged with the unspoken promises hanging between us. The soft brush of our fingers lingered, a silent reassurance that our hearts had found their way back to each other.

In that tender moment, amidst the quiet intimacy, our embrace conveyed a story of rediscovery and a love reignited. It echoed the hushed whispers of reconciliation downstairs, a parallel journey of two hearts finding solace and hope in the embrace of love rediscovered.

“YES!” The joyous exclamation escaped me before I could contain it, echoing through the house. Quickly realizing my outburst, I covered my mouth, eyes wide with a mix of excitement and surprise. Mama's chuckle washed over me, her voice calming despite my momentary panic.

"Alina, sweetheart, come down here," Mama beckoned, her tone gentle and reassuring. Sheepishly, I descended the stairs, finding them wrapped in a warm embrace, the sight filling my heart with boundless happiness.

"Are you two together again?" I blurted out, unable to contain my curiosity and excitement.

Their laughter filled the room, a harmonious blend of emotions. "Yes and no," Mommy replied with a playful smile. "Your mama here has to take me on a date first."

My eyes lit up with excitement. "Can I plan it like I've planned to get you two back together?" I pleaded eagerly, the prospect of being the architect of their reconciliation sparking a newfound enthusiasm within me.

The sudden realization flickered across Mommy's face, a mix of surprise and intrigue. Her raised eyebrows prompted a moment of shared trepidation between Mama and me, unsure of her reaction.

"What do you mean?" Mommy's voice held a note of curiosity, urging me to explain.

Gathering my courage, I confessed, "Yes, I've had everyone in on the plan, even Mama. I orchestrated everything—the stories, the reminiscing about your past together—to rekindle your feelings for each other." There was a brief pause as I awaited Mommy's response.

She gazed at both of us, a mixture of astonishment and amusement crossing her features. "Chaewon, our daughter is remarkably smart," Mommy exclaimed, her tone a blend of surprise and pride.

"That's what I've been saying! When she told me her plan, I was shocked myself because it was actually working," Mama chimed in, her laughter blending with Mommy's, the tension dissipating into shared amusement.

The confession, once met with apprehension, now became a moment of shared laughter and revelation. It was a testament to the power of a child's earnest desire to see her parents rediscover their love, and it seemed our efforts hadn't gone unnoticed.

The air buzzed with joy as Mommy and Mama enveloped me in a warm embrace, their arms a cocoon of love and gratitude. They peppered me with kisses, their laughter mingling with mine in a symphony of happiness.

Giggles escaped me uncontrollably, a chorus of joy that echoed the newfound harmony in our family. In that tender moment, encircled by their love, I felt a profound sense of contentment knowing that our journey had brought us back together.

Their affectionate gestures spoke volumes, a silent testament to the rekindled love that now flourished between them. It was a scene painted with warmth, laughter, and the reassurance that our bond was stronger than ever.

With hearts brimming with love, we stood united—a family reunited by the unwavering devotion of a daughter and the enduring love between two souls finding their way back to each other.

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The anticipation of Christmas filled the air with an infectious excitement, and in the midst of this joyous occasion, I shared a heartfelt wish with Mommy and Mama—a desire for a little sibling. Their surprise at my request was evident, gently explaining that it might be a bit too soon since they had only reunited a month ago. However, they promised to consider it.

On that magical Christmas day, amidst a sea of gifts from everyone, a particular box from Mommy and Mama caught my eye. With bated breath, I opened it, revealing a shirt with the words "Big Sister" printed on it. I couldn't contain my excitement—I jumped and squealed with unbridled joy. "I'm going to be a big sister!" I exclaimed, elation coursing through me.

Mommy and Mama chuckled at my exuberance, but as I rushed to them, tears began to well up in my eyes. Mama gently wiped away my tears, concern etched on her face. "What's wrong, baby? I thought you were happy?" she inquired, while Mommy held me close, offering comfort.

Amidst my sobs, I tried to explain. "I'm just so happy... our family is back together. It's all I've ever wanted for the past two years," I sobbed out, my emotions a whirlwind of overwhelming joy and gratitude.

Their arms around me felt like a fortress of love, a sanctuary where all my hopes and dreams had finally converged. In that poignant moment, the gift of their love and our reunited family outweighed any present under the Christmas tree. It was a moment etched in the tapestry of our lives, one of heartfelt emotions and the joy of a wish fulfilled.

In that moment, held tight within the embrace of Mommy and Mama, amidst the glow of Christmas lights, my heart felt like it could burst with overwhelming emotions. Their love enveloped me, a cocoon of warmth and acceptance that healed every fracture within me. It wasn't just about the joy of soon becoming a big sister; it was the depth of love that had mended the pieces of our fractured family.

Tears of sheer happiness streamed down my face, each drop a testament to the overwhelming gratitude and love I held for them. This Christmas, painted in hues of reconciliation and hope, etched an indelible mark on my soul. It was a chapter of our lives wrapped in the embrace of forgiveness, renewal, and the promise of new beginnings. As we stood there, united and filled with unspoken promises, I knew that this Christmas would forever linger in the tender corners of my heart as a testament to the healing power of love.

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#bitchiswild #BIW.WRITES #lesserafim x reader #fluff #lesserafim fluff #lesserafim imagines #lesserafim chaewon #chaewon x f! reader #chaewon x reader #kim chaewon #chaewon

[euphoniumpets]

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM | CHAPTER ONE

Prompt: ''As long as I can rememer, I've been protecting Alina, it's always Alina who I will protect,'' You told him, looking at Nikolai. ''But who will protect you?''

Warnings: violence.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. 

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x Starkov! Reader

Tag list: @lyria-skyfall @khaleesihavilliard @shine101 @waddlingwanderer @clqudias @ducks118

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - epilogue

A/N: you know the drill. chapters will be published once in a week, same goes for no mourners and no funerals.

You felt like you were drowning.

Then, like in a flashback, you saw Alina's face. It took you long enough to realize you were back in the Fold, where it all started from the beginning. 

You heard a voice appear in your mind, and you couldn't recognize who. Was it Alina? Was it Mal? ''Y/N..'' The voice spoke, and before you knew it, the visions of the white stag flashed through your mind before it shifted to the sea whip and then back to Mal.

You frowned. Why were the visions showing you, Mal? ''Y/N..'' You heard the voice again. 

''Y/N!''

With a startling wake, you opened your eyes, bracing yourself on either of your hands as you blinked rapidly. Your breath comes in short, raspy, and gasps, and you feel like you can't breathe, and everything's just a blur. All you know that you know is that you're scared: more than just scared; terrified, every muscle in your body is tense with terror, but it slowly began to calm itself when you realize where you were.

Of course. You were back at the ship where the three of you had left off. You turned around as you were met with concerning looks from Mal and Alina. ''I'm fine,'' You responded, trying to brush it off, not wanting to worry more about you.

It has always been like that. You knew that you could take care of yourself and the only thing on your mind was to protect Alina and Mal. Sometimes, you would forget to take care of yourself.

''Another nightmare?'' Mal questioned. He recognized the familiar look on your face. You nodded slightly. It has always been like that when you were children. You would dream nightmares, at least that is what you would tell yourself. That they were nightmares. Only a dream.

But something deep inside of you knew the truth that they weren't dreams, they were something that you couldn't describe. ''Don't worry, all we have to worry is about finding the other amplifiers,'' You told them with a smile. However, Alina and Mal knew you, they could read you like a book since the smile didn't reach your eyes.

''And then take down the Fold,'' Mal added a comforting smile. ‘’I wouldn’t be so sure about that,’’ Alina spoke with a frown on her face. The two of you turned to look at her with concern on your faces.

‘’What do you mean?’’ You questioned. ‘’It’s about the nightmares?’’ You questioned her. ‘’Is it the same one you showed us before?’’ Mal asked and grabbed the notebook, flipping through the pages as you saw a village and the Fold growing. ‘’Worse,’’ Alina answered. ‘’Tell me again,’’ Alina spoke and looked at you and Mal. Mal and you shared a look. ‘’Kirigan is dead,’’ You told her. 

‘’I saw the Volcra take him, no one survived,’’ Mal added and looked at her. ‘’I keep seeing the Fold growing, sometimes a little, sometimes in a surge, I don’t know what it means,’’ Alina murmured and looked down. ‘’Let’s think about what’s next,’’ Mal replied and grabbed her hand in comfort. 

‘’Approaching Weddle Harbor!’’ You heard one of the men exclaim loudly at the ship. 

‘’This is the first time we’ve ever left Ravka,’’ Mal said, looking out at the sea. ‘’You both haven’t had a good meal or good sleep in about two weeks, and we’re going to change that soon,’’ Mal told you as you smiled at him. Alina walked over to Mal, and the two of them watched the city as the boat was getting closer to the docks. You smiled, looking at the pair in front of you.

You sometimes wondered what it felt like. To have someone to care about you and wondered if you would ever find love like the one kind that Mal and Alina had. 

-

The three of you walked through the checkpoint with the false identity that Kaz had made for you. You just hoped that he made a good enough so they would let you inside of the country. ‘’So, we go by my plan,’’ Alina spoke with a low voice. ‘’We find the Sea Whip, that’s why we’re here, one amplifier might not be enough, so, I’ll get two,’’ Alina said and you looked at her as you three kept walking in the line. 

‘’Alina,’’ You murmured. ‘’We don’t know the risks if we try this,’’ You told her and looked at her with a concerned expression. ‘’She’s right, no Grisha has ever done it before, not even a Saint,’’ Mal replied next to her. ‘’No one’s ever torn down the Fold before either,’’ Alina remarked, as you gave her a look. ‘’You’ve got a point, cheers to our first attempts,’’ You commented and shrugged your shoulders. Mal rolled his eyes as he turned to face Alina and you. 

‘’I know you can do it someday, you will get there, I just-’’ Mal trailed off. ‘’Don’t want to see it kill you in the process, okay?’’ Mal filled in and looked at her and began to walk closer. You rolled your eyes toward them. Sometimes it was a struggle to be the third wheeling between your sister and your best friend. ‘’Hot stones?’’ Alina questioned. 

‘’Alright, let’s go love birds, whatever this is, it’s beginning to suffocate me,’’ You commented as Alina chuckled. ‘’Don’t worry sis, you will find someone one day,’’ Alina replied with a teasing smile. ‘’Over my dead body,’’ You remarked, giving her a look before you heard a woman saying: ‘’Ravkan Refugees, this line please,’’ 

You frowned. Refugees? You, Mal, and Alina shared a concerned look. ‘’Wait here,’’ You told them, giving Alina a stern look. ‘’Y/N-’’ Alina began to protest but you were already making your way to a woman in the line. ‘’Excuse me, what happened? The war?’’ You asked her. 

‘’The Fold, it moved overnight,’’ She replied as you recognized a solemn look on her face. 

‘’Swallowed half our village,’’ She responded as a growing pit formed in your stomach. ‘’It keeps growing,’’ The woman said before she walked away. You stood there, frozen, and realized the nightmares that Alina had was coming true. You turned around and looked at Mal and Alina and wondered, what if your nightmares were about to go real too? ‘’They’re not nightmares, Allie,’’ You told her, the nickname that you used to call her when you were children as fear began to slowly creep into your body. 

‘’It’s really happening,’’ The line began to move again. ‘’So, we find the Sea Whip, you two check the library, I’ll ask the fishermen when they return from their haul,’’ Mal told you. 

‘’Next,’’ You heard as you two arrived at the checkpoint and gave your identities to the man in front of you. He looked at the papers. ‘’Where are you from?’’ He asked. 

‘’Ketterdam,’’ 

-

You sighed, flipping through the pages of the book you currently were holding as you looked for the clues for the Sea Whip. You thought it would be an easy task to do but then again, all the stories you had read about it were nothing more than a myth. 

But then again, people thought the sun summoner was a myth. ‘’I have found nothing for the last couple of hours, nothing,’’ You remarked as you approached Alina by the table as she was surrounded by the maps and books. ‘’We will find it, you need to have patience,’’ Alina chuckled towards your eagerness. 

‘’I know, but we don’t have much time,’’ You responded with a sigh as a dark-skinned woman approached you with a kind smile. ‘’Have you found the maps you needed?’’ She asked and looked at Alina. ‘’Do you have any, uhm, nautical maps that are older?’’ Alina asked. ‘’Back as far as you can,’’

The woman nodded as the two of you followed after her through the library. You looked at the woman as she opened the cabinet with her Grisha powers. You looked at her with a surprised expression. ‘’You’re a Durast?’’ You asked her with wide eyes. 

‘’Oh,’’ She spoke and looked at the two of you. ‘’Zemeni does not use such narrow terms,’’ She replied as you looked at her with a sheepish smile. ‘’Sorry,’’ You apologized. ‘’It’s fine, my dear,’’ She chuckled and looked at you kindly. 

‘’We’re all Zowa, blessed,’’ She explained. ‘’Oh, that’s lovely,’’ Alina remarked. ‘’Being Grisha is a wonderful thing, a beautiful thing, but we’re lucky to be safe here in Novyi Zem,’’ She told you. ‘’I feel for the Ravkan Grisha, may their Saints watch over them,’’ She commented before walking away. 

You and Alina gave each other looks before she walked over to the cabinet and grabbed one of the maps. ‘’She was a living saint,’’ You heard one of the people murmur next to you. ‘’And the reason I lost my Katina,’’ You turned to look at Alina and you knew that she heard what they said. 

‘’Don’t listen to them, they don’t know the truth,’’ you told her as she sighed. ‘’If only they knew,’’ Alina muttered. ‘’But they will know soon enough, as soon we find the amplifiers, the world is going to know your name,’’ You assured her with a smile and she gave you a look. 

‘’Sankta Alina,’’ You teased her, making her chuckle and shake her head. You saw something and grabbed the newspaper where you saw Kirigian and Alina. Alina and you looked at each other worriedly before you two decided to pack your things and leave before something escalated and people knew that the sun summoner was there. 

Without you looking where you were going, you accidentally bumped into a woman as the newspaper fell on the floor. ‘’Oh,’’ You exclaimed. ‘’Here let me help you,’’ The woman replied and before she looked up, she looked at Alina next to you. 

‘’It’s the sun summoner!’’ She shouted and before you knew it, the two of you ran out of the library.

-

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#nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov #alina starkov #malyen oretsev #the darkling x reader #aleksander kirigan #tamar kir bataar #tolya yul bataar #zoya nazyalensky

[thebadgerclan]

The Only Thing He Has Left

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Summary: You are the only thing he has left...

dragotsennaya devushka--precious girl

A/N: I have a pretty dark idea for a part 2, which I’m gonna write too bc I can’t be stopped 😂

She stood across from him, the War Room table between them.  Where was she, really?  That was what Aleksander wondered every time he saw her through the tether, where was his Summoner?  Alina appeared to him in her kefta from the Winter Fete, but he knew that particular garment was long long lost.  How did he appear to her?  Was he how she last saw him, or did she see his scars?

“I meant what I told you, all those months ago,” Aleksander said.  “I promised that you and I would change the world.”  “That is never going to happen,” Alina countered.  “I’ll destroy the only thing you have left.”  Her words were purposeful, her glare icy, and Aleksander immediately knew what she meant.  His Army was fractured, his nation was now embroiled in a Civil War, there was little that Aleksander still held dear.  Except…

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, his hands tingling as panic filled him.  “Wouldn’t I?  You have no idea what I will or won't do.”  Aleksander stepped around the table, causing Alina to stumble backwards a bit.  “Mark my words, Miss Starkov, if you even think about harming my wife, I will make you suffer as you have never suffered before.”  Alina, to her credit, did not blanch, did not show the fear she no doubt felt, but drew herself up straighter.

“I’d like to see you try.”  Rage filled him, and Aleksander summoned the Cut, slicing the tether-version of Alina in two.  The map of Ravka on the far wall took the brunt of his anger, ironically directly over the ink symbolizing the Fold, and Aleksander let his anger carry him through the corridors to you.  “Inessa!” he called, summoning the head of his oprichniki.  “Yes, moi soverennyi?”

“Y/N is to be guarded at all times from this point out,” your husband ordered.  “I want at least 7 soldiers on her detail around the clock, our most skilled and deadliest.  No one gets within 20 feet of her without my say so, am I clear?”  Inessa nodded, keeping pace with Aleksander as he strode down the hall.  “Da, moi sovernnyi.  Is there anyone in particular you’d like on her detail?”

“Pasha and Liza, otherwise, use your judgment.”  “Yes, sir.”  Inessa bowed and turned to leave, preparing to make her new assignments.  Aleksander found you at your desk in your shared rooms, and as soon as he stepped through the door, he sent four of his nichevo’ya to stand watch.  “Aleksander, what’s going on?” you asked, rising from your seat.  “What happened?”

“Alina has threatened to…” he choked back tears, and you knew then that whatever had happened was serious.  “She threatened to kill you.”  “W-what?”  You hadn’t seen the Sun Summoner since the Winter Fete, but you’d heard how powerful she’d become, and you knew how deep her hatred for your husband ran.  Alina would do whatever was necessary to take him down, and you knew that if you got in her way, you’d be just another obstacle in her way.

Fear had your legs trembling, and you shakily lowered yourself back to your seat.  Aleksander took your hands and followed you down, kneeling at your side.  “Y/N, look at me, darling.  I will not let her hurt you.  If she even gets near you, she will die.  And it will be a slow, painful death.”  “Sasha?”  “Yes, dragotsennaya devushka?”  “I’m scared.”  Your husband gently tugged on your hands, and you fell into his lap, burying your face in his chest, his arms wrapping snugly around you.

“I know, Y/N,” he said.  “I am too.  But I will always protect you, until I am dust on the wind, I will defend you with my life.”  You said nothing, snuggling closer to your husband, letting the scent of his cologne calm you.  “I love you, Y/N,” Aleksander said, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair.  “My sweet darling, I love you so much.  I’ll always keep you safe.”  “I love you too, Aleksander,” you said.  The Sun Summoner could make whatever threats she liked; if she decided to move, Aleksander would be ready.

#aleksander morozova x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #shadow and bone reader insert

[theweeklydiscourse]

Alina is unable to confront her anti-Grisha bias

So there’s an interesting line I came across while reading Shadow and Bone. At first, it seemed insignificant but for some reason I felt the urge to investigate why it had caught my eye. The line in question is the last line in the passage below. It stuck out to me because I feel it is an example of Alina’s self-centered attitude as well as her lack of awareness regarding the position she’s in.

The Darkling opens by trying to explain, but Alina dismisses his words entirely and accuses him of pretending to care about the greater good of the country. While this is understandable on Alina’s part considering she has received shocking news paired with Bahghra’s manipulative framing of the truth, this scene reads as Aleksander trying to reason with a brick wall. Alina says “Don’t pretend this is about Ravka’s welfare. You lied to me.” But I have to ask: what on earth do those subjects have to do with each other? As if him lying automatically means that he must have been up to something. But the connection Alina makes in this quote demonstrates her tendency to fall back on her prejudice in order to avoid confronting the larger issue.

I believe what Alina means to say is “Don’t lie and pretend this is about Ravka’s welfare, if it were truly about Ravka’s welfare you wouldn’t have had to lie to me for months.” However, the irony of her statement is that Alina seems to be under the impression that had the Darkling just told her the truth, she would’ve had a more favourable reaction to the coup. But based on her previous responses to the mere suggestion of treason, it becomes clear that Alina falsely assumes that she is trustworthy enough to handle that kind of information. But she believes that because she still cannot reconcile her anti-Grisha prejudice with her new Grisha identity.

The Darkling puts it very plainly why he couldn’t tell her. The future of Ravka, the future of GRISHA depended on his plan going forward without a hitch. There is so much that could go wrong with the coup, and when they’re being attacked on all fronts, The Darkling would have to be extremely foolish to risk everything on the feelings of a girl he’s only known for a few months. The fact that Alina never reflects on this conversation is so baffling to me, but I imagine the reason for that is because doing so would require her to delve deeper into the plight of Grisha.

Alina cannot take a single second to look outside of herself and consider why the Darkling hesitated to trust her with such a huge secret. She focuses solely on how his deception affected her and makes the issue about her own feelings instead of considering the large-scale implications of what this coup would mean for Grisha.

This passage is one of my favourites, because it really captures the way the Darkling’s patience slips away as Alina continues to childishly deny her culpability in this conflict. He calls her out so succinctly in this moment, that she acted recklessly and thoughtlessly because of her underlying fear of her own identity. It only took Baghra a few accusations because it was the excuse Alina had been waiting for since the beginning. Baghra took advantage of Alina’s prejudice and doubt, validating what she had secretly felt all along. That Alina was afraid of her powers, that she believed that the Darkling was evil, that she wasn’t responsible for the future of the country.

For once, we get a glimpse of the true extent of his frustration and hint of resentment towards Alina. Here is a girl who has the kind of influence that could change the fate of Grisha and rescue them from the exploitation and prejudice they are subjected to. A girl who has everything he ever needed to get his plan through the door, yet refuses to move because of her one-sided dependency on some guy and her crippling fear of being an adult. Alina is literally worshipped by the common folk and Grisha alike, she inspires awe and respect in others by virtue of being born a sun summoner and yet she cannot see past her own self interest. She childishly complains that she never had a choice and that it isn’t fair, falling back into a childlike helplessness and oblivious to her immense power. She refuses to take responsibility which is exactly what sends the Darkling over the edge.

While I know that much of Alina’s reaction to the “Darkling Disney twist villain reveal” is coloured by her fear and insecurity in her new role, this frustrates me so much because it never culminates in anything meaningful for her character. It’s no coincidence that the Netflix show decided to omit this conversation completely, because it presents a character conflict that actually challenges the viewer’s perception of the conflict. The Darkling actually makes a ton of sense in his reasoning and it’s so good that they had to remove it to turn him into a cardboard shadow man that could be killed off in a #girlboss #girlpower moment.

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[corpsebasil]

Shapeshifter Part 1

When a girl with the strangest abilities the prince has ever met gets hurt, he finds himself unwillingly attached to a stranger.

(Sorry for the spam guys but I’m rampaging rn)

Mal stared in absolute horror as the giant white wolf he and Alina had been traveling with for days entered the pirate’s office with them, sitting on the ground next to Alina’s feet.

The Sun Summoner was discussing terms of passage when Nikolai noticed the wolf, taking in its powerful size and cold, unrelenting stare. He flashed the two strangers a grin and pointed, his excitement at seeing a wolf for the first time so close to him growing.

“Now that is a gorgeous dog.” He said, nodding towards the animal. To his surprise, the wolf dipped her head at him. As if it was thanking the prince.

“Please don’t compliment her, her ego’s big enough already.” Alina sighed, and glared right back at the wolf when the animal sent her a mocking snarl.

“Dramatic beast.” Mal sighed, then protested when Nikolai beckoned to the wolf, leaving his desk chair to crouch on the ground.

“Hello,” he cooed, “who’s a good girl?”

“She’s—“ Mal started, mortified, at the same time Alina said, “Please don’t pet her she isn’t—” But the wolf stepped over to the prince, almost preening when he rubbed her ears and treated her like she was a small puppy instead of a warrior of a dog.

“Y/N, enough.” Alina snapped, her temper and embarrassment at its peak, and the wolf grumbled. The creature clearly understood them all, and Nikolai was fascinated by its intelligence. “Go find a robe or something and stop playing around.”

Nikolai gave Alina a weird look, raising a brow.

“A robe?” He demanded, standing up. “What are you—”

But Mal had his jacket off and set it down behind him, and then a flash of light filled the room, and Nikolai stumbled backwards into the wall in surprise. The prince let out a strangled noise of fear when a person—a woman—stood up from the floor, buttoning Mal’s long, knee length coat around herself before any of the trio could get a glimpse of her body underneath it.

“Sorry about that.” She giggled, tying her hair up out of her face. “It never gets old, it really doesn’t.”

“You’re a…” Nikolai wracked his brain for a single idea of what kind of Grisha she could be. He had no clue what order allowed people to change into animals, but…

“Not a Grisha, sorry to disappoint.” She said, then suddenly pressed a hand against her stomach, stilling for a moment, and bolted out of the office. Nikolai stared after her in mute surprise for the ten seconds it took for the three of them in the office to hear her vomiting over the side of the ship, her retching making him feel sick, as well.

“It’s a rare ability.” Alina explained, looking over at Mal, then back to the prince. “Way back before the Grisha. She may be the only one left of her kind.”

“I’m back.” Y/N said, looking remarkably less pale than she had the moment before. “Do you have a shirt I can borrow?”

***

Later, Nikolai stepped outside and sat down cautiously next to the girl, the shapeshifter, who sat cross-legged against the side of the ship. She was wearing his own shirt, white and barely long enough to reach mid-thigh, but she had walked around in it shamelessly, claiming none of his pants fit her and she wouldn’t look like a clown.

He tried not to stare at her long legs tucked on the deck.

“Thank you,” she told him, gesturing to the clothes and the bowl of soup in front of her. She’d eaten a bowl already, claiming that using her power starved her, and she was sipping on a mug of peppermint tea that calmed her stomach. “I needed this badly. I was stuck in that body for four days and I thought I was going to start barking at people without it being a joke.”

“How does it…” Nikolai approached the topic slowly, still absorbing her eyes, her long hair—she was gorgeous, that was undeniable, but he was still wary of the beast that hid beneath her skin. “Do you always get sick after?”

“No.” She said simply, and took a sip of her tea. Then her smile turned wry, and she tilted her head. “You know, my sense of smell is very good when I’m in a wolf form.”

He raised a brow.

“And?”

“And I never forget someone’s scent. And you smell like someone I saw several years ago, when I was masked as a hawk in Ravka.”

Nikolai’s heart seemed to stop, before he said, as calmly as possible, “please do not share that information.”

“And upset your royal good-lookingness? Never.” She took another sip of tea and smiled, this time free of teasing, and he smiled hesitantly back. “But anyways. Things like a hawk or a squirrel or something, maybe a bunny, don’t take that much out of me. The smaller than animal and the less time in the body, the less it effects me.” Then she shuddered, her face paling a bit. “It’s the bigger forms that take from me. I worry someday that I’ll shift into something too big and won’t be able to shift back without it killing me.”

Nikolai pondered this, still utterly floored by the concept. They were going to sail for the sea-whip, and a shifter might very well be a useful advantage to he and his crew. Maybe if she turned into a hawk or a falcon and scouted ahead for them…

He looked over at her, finding her eyes, so calculating, watching him already.

“What?” He asked, his tone a bit too startled for his liking.

“You’re much more handsome, now.” She said, matter of factly, and he was ashamed to find himself a bit flustered. Him. Flustered. “To tell you a secret, I’ve always wanted to date a prince.”

“Alright.” He scoffed, sitting up straighter, and ignored the glimmer of amusement in those eyes. “You’re tired. We have a long day ahead of us in the morning, shifter.”

“Will I be sleeping in your bed, or you in mine?”

“Are you always this flirty?”

“I have a thing for pirate princes.”

Nikolai’s smile was genuine when he offered her his arm, guiding her along with him towards the hammock area where the rest of the crew slept. She lingered by the door, casting a sultry look over a shoulder. Damn him, that look. She smirked as if she knew exactly what he was thinking about and sauntered away, pulling a laugh from Nikolai when he watched her pounce onto Mal in his hammock, almost knocking herself and the tracker onto the floor.

Part 2 —> here.

#shadow and bone #shapeshifter #nikolai lantsov #nikolai x reader #sturmhond #sturmhond x reader

[marvelmusing]

Making A Splash

Pairing: Mermaid!Darklina x Human!Fem!Reader

Summary: Aleksander and Alina are well known as the most powerful Grisha, mermaid-like creatures with extraordinary powers. When you’re hired by the man who has captured them, you do everything you can to help them return to the sea.

Warnings [18+]: smut, fingering, Alina is innocently handsy with the reader and doesn’t know how to change into her human form without understanding human anatomy so the reader offers to help her learn (Aleksander helps)

My Masterlist

Lunch breaks are always spent with Alina. She likes it when you bring sushi, since the little morsels are small enough to drop between the gaps in the net that covers the top of her tank.

Her happy little clicks and splashes with her tail bring a smile to your face and you’re glad she seems to like you despite what your colleagues are like. Most of the people you work with are only here for the money, or because they owe Mr Lanstov money themselves.

Aleksander prefers something simpler, so you usually bring him some dried herring whenever you visit him. He never eats in front of you, so quite often you leave immediately after dropping the fish into his tank.

Mr Lantsov would probably have you killed if he found out you were giving them anything other than their strict diet. But you know they’re miserable in their separate tanks, so you do what you can to give them some sort of comfort.

The old man had spent a lot of his family’s fortune to locate and capture these two creatures. They are known as Grisha, and bear a strong resemblance to mermaids or sirens from human mythology. Though the Grisha are even rarer.

They have incredible abilities. Aleksander can summon shadows whilst Alina can manipulate sunlight. However, their powers only work when they are in saltwater. The artificial filtered water in the tanks here has reduced them to nothing but an average sea creature.

Alina had been visibly distressed for weeks after her separation from her partner, whilst Aleksander had simmered with murderous rage until someone strayed too close during a tank cleaning session and were claimed as his victim.

If you hadn’t intervened it’s likely that Aleksander could have been killed by Lantsov’s men that day.

Brought on as an academic informant due to your knowledge of mythology, you had stayed to try and ensure that Aleksander and Alina wouldn’t be harmed, though you feel as though you are failing at that a little more each day as the weeks go by.

“Hello, Lina,” you greet her with a small smile.

Deemed much more placid than her partner, the net that had covered the top of her tank since the beginning had been removed yesterday. Toeing your shoes off, you tentatively hang one of your legs down into the water of her tank, then the other one.

She immediately swims over to you, placing both of her cold wet hands on the top of your knees. The simple cotton sundress you’re wearing means the cool water sends a shiver down your spine as you move your legs lightly through the water of her tank.

“Hi, sweet girl,” you say softly as she rests her chin over one of her hands.

Pale white tail swishing happily through the water, she smiles up at you. The artificial lights above you cast a shimmering rainbow of colours over her scales. Her skin isn’t the soft caramel colour it was when she first arrived here and you can’t help but worry about her lack of sunlight.

Water droplets roll down her face, slowly soaking the hem of your dress but you don’t mind. A few strands of hair cling to her forehead, which you smooth away gently.

Even though it was only yesterday that the net was removed, Alina seems very comfortable with physical contact from you. At first, you had been worried that she would be cautious or maybe even violent without the net preventing her from touching anyone.

But with you she seems rather affectionate. The thought of her being touch-starved, missing Aleksander, has an ache settling into your chest.

“I brought you some treats.”

Her head perks up as you reach over towards the small cloth bag you had brought with you. Pulling out a little plastic box, you open it up and laugh softly when she uses your knees as leverage to peer up into the box.

She grins happily when she spies a collection of her favourite types of sushi. With her hands being used to keep herself above water, you feed her a few pieces from your own hand.

Once she’s finished she nuzzles her face into the palm of your hand, licking whatever residue from the sushi remains on your fingers.

She seems very curious about your legs. Her cold hands hold tight onto your calves as she retreats into the water to examine the rest of your legs which are submerged.

Her fingers are delicate as they trace over your toes and when she touches the sole you flinch at the ticklish feeling. She re-emerges at the surface of the water, tilting her head questioningly at you.

She brushes her fingers over the same point and you laugh and squirm away from the feeling which draws a pleased giggle from her. It’s a sweet sound that makes your smile soften.

Then she nudges her way between your thighs, placing both her hands on each of them. She smoothes her way upwards to the hem of your dress, then she slips them underneath the fabric. A frown creases at her brows as your skin warms with a flustered blush.

You don’t know how to tell her to stop her exploration, not when she seems so delighted by what she’s found. She tilts her head, a sweet confusion in her eyes as she looks at you, her hands close to the edge of your panties.

When her hand reaches between your thighs to touch your pantie-clad mound she frowns at the feeling of fabric restricting her discovery. Embarrassment flares in your chest as she tilts her head with a small wrinkle at her nose and you realise she’s smelling your arousal.

She moves to duck her head under the skirt of your dress and you press your fingers against her forehead to stop her. The frown on her face deepens and an adorable pout puckers at her lips at being denied the chance to look at you.

For a long moment you stare at one another, your chest heaving and skin flushed as she paws gently at your panties in protest.

The bell on the wall buzzes, signalling the end of lunch and shattering whatever tension had been rising between the two of you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Alina.”

Unfortunately, you’re overrun with work for the rest of the afternoon, meaning that you don’t get the time to see Aleksander like you usually would. During your afternoon you like to visit him and tell him how Alina is. Although it does mean that you stay late, so you decide to walk by his tank on your way out.

The warehouse is quiet, aside from the whirring of the tank filters, as it appears everyone else has gone home for the night. Once you open the door to Aleksander’s area of the warehouse you freeze before descending into a panic.

Aleksander’s tank is empty.

They’ve done something to him. They’ve taken him away. He might have been sold to some illegal breeding programme or a psycho private collector. Maybe he attacked another worker and they had killed him for it without you knowing.

Horrific images spill into your mind. Lantsov might have his body cut up and sold to a high scale restaurant or sent to some specialist taxidermist to become a decoration for his dining room.

Too consumed by your fears, you don’t realise that you’re shaking as you stare into the empty tank.

Alina. You need to get her out of here. She’ll be heartbroken when she realises Aleksander is gone and your own heart breaks at the thought. Maybe you can find him, before it’s too late.

Then a sound catches your attention and you spin around quickly.

There’s a man standing a few paces away from you. He’s wearing a dark shirt and grey shorts which you recognise as some of the spare clothes that belong to the divers who clean out the tanks. But he isn’t one of the divers. His features are recognisable even without the black tail.

“Aleksander.”

He nods slowly. You gape at him. Mere seconds ago you were picturing his grisly death and now he’s here in front of you. Standing in front of you.

“You’re alive. You’ve got legs,” you stammer.

“Yes.”

Stumbling backwards a little, your jaw drops open.

“You can talk?”

“Yes.”

Adrenaline floods through your body, making your head dizzy and anxiety prickle over your skin even as relief settles in your chest. He’s alive.

“All this time, you’ve been able to understand me?”

He nods again.

“Thank you for looking after Alina.”

You shrug lightly, still overwhelmed by everything that’s happening.

“It’s the least I could do.” There’s a small pause before you say, “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

He nods.

“I overheard some discussions regarding experiments on Alina. I can’t let that happen.”

Horror runs through you at the thought of the scientists who work here experimenting on Alina.

“Let me help you.”

“Where’s Alina?”

Moving towards another door, you push it open.

“This way.”

He follows you immediately.

The two of you are quiet for a moment, before you ask,

“Have you been able to change your form this whole time?”

He nods slowly.

“I learnt how to several hundred years ago. But Alina has never changed into her human form before.”

“That explains her fascination with my legs,” you remark, then blush at the sight of his mouth quirking into a small smirk.

“Grisha are visual learners,” he remarks. The blush on your cheeks spreads down your body as you see his gaze lower to your bare legs. “And I can certainly see the appeal.”

There’s a flip in your stomach at his words and the sight of his white teeth biting down on his lower lip momentarily.

Alina all but leaps from the surface of the water when she sees Aleksander. He remains on the platform at the edge of the tank as she loops her arms around his neck.

“Sasha!” She nuzzles her face against the hollow of his throat. “You came for me.”

He places his hand on the space between her shoulder blades, pressing her into his body as they cling to one another.

“Of course I did, milaya. We’re getting out of here tonight.” He leans back to look at her, iridescent tail swaying in the water. “But first you need some legs.”

Her eyes widen.

“Sasha, I’ve never- I can’t.”

“Yes you can. I believe in you.”

He gestures lightly towards you.

“You’ve seen her legs up close before, haven’t you?” Alina nods. “Do you think you can change form based on them?”

She shakes her head with a frown.

“I don’t know what’s between them.”

There’s a pause and Aleksander blinks at her.

“What?”

“She wouldn’t let me look there.”

At that, you look away with burning cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” she asks you. Aleksander chuckles softly.

“Nothing, Alya. Humans are just rather modest when it comes to their intimate parts.”

When you manage to look back at her, she looks embarrassed, her dark eyes widened.

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, Alina,” you reassure her shyly.

Inhaling shakily for a moment, you turn your attention back to her and ask,

“Would you- Do you need to see?”

Aleksander turns to you sharply.

“You don’t need to,” he insists in a low voice that makes you shiver.

Instead of answering, you tug your panties down from your hips, allowing them to drop from underneath the skirt of your dress onto the floor. Then you nudge your shoes from your feet.

“Would you hold onto me, so that I don’t fall in?” you ask him.

He nods.

“Of course.” He settles down onto the edge of the platform, his legs hanging into the water. Then he gestures to you. “Come here.”

He situates you into his lap, your back pressed against his chest, chin tucked into the crook of your neck whilst he hooks your legs over each of his so that you’re spread wide for Alina to settle herself between them from her place in the tank.

“You’re sure about this?” he murmurs against your ear.

When you nod, he pulls the hem of your dress upwards, bunching the fabric around your waist to reveal your lower half entirely to Alina. She places her cold hands on each of your thighs and you shiver at the feeling of being so exposed.

His hand squeezes your hip lightly.

“Try not to squirm.”

“Sorry,” you mumble, biting down on your lip.

He breathes out a small laugh.

“Like a little fish in a net,” he teases.

Alina’s hands wander experimentally over your thighs, squeezing at the soft flesh and pinching the muscles there gently to test the texture. Once again, you squirm which draws your attention to Aleksander’s growing hardness against the curve of your ass.

He tightens his hold on you, effectively pinning you down onto his body and you whimper. Alina glances up in concern.

“Don’t worry, Alya,” Aleksander soothes her. “Some humans are a little sensitive, that’s all. Keep going. You’re getting to the best part.”

She parts your folds curiously with a glimmer in her eyes as she stares down at your cunt which you can feel throbbing under such innocent scrutiny.

“Pretty,” she murmurs softly. Aleksander hums in agreement. “Why’s it wet, Sasha?”

“Oh fuck,” you whisper under your breath.

“That happens when humans are aroused,” he informs her lightly as he takes one hand and traces his finger over your nipple.

The weight of his gaze on you is heavy and you drop your head back against his shoulder and close your eyes to escape the dizzying mixture of arousal and embarrassment running through your body.

Aleksander releases his hold on your hip, snaking his hand down to draw Alina’s attention to a particular area. When his finger circles over your clit, you gasp and buck your hips forward.

“This here is a very sensitive spot,” he tells her. “But touching it correctly can provide a lot of pleasure, as you can see.”

The blush that warms under your skin is almost painful with the humiliation of being held open like this for Alina to watch. Aleksander’s amusement makes these feelings even more intense as they bloom in your abdomen.

Then he moves down to your entrance which is aching for some friction. He dips his fingers into you slightly and you provide him with a soft moan.

“Oh you’re just dripping for us, aren’t you?” he muses against your ear. Then he talks down to Alina, “You can slide your finger in here, Alya.”

She slips her finger into you tentatively, curling it in a exploratory manner that makes you writhe in Aleksander’s lap. He wraps his arm around your waist quickly, stroking one of your thighs with his free hand to soothe you into remaining still for Alina.

“That’s it, good girl.”

You’re not sure which one of you he’s praising but it threads through your body like warm honey - thick and heavy.

Aleksander grasps at your breasts, nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck as he continues to instruct Alina.

“Slide it in and out, Alya love.”

His hand on your thigh returns to your clit, rubbing light circles there that makes you moan louder with pleasure. Chest heaving, you lose all coherency as you succumb to their touches.

“Do you think you can cum for us?” he asks, mouthing leisurely over your neck and threading his hand through your hair. “Do you think you can show Alina what it’s like to cum?”

Nodding desperately, you cant your hips forwards, chasing your pleasure as they work in tandem to bring you to the peak of your pleasure. A broken gasp escapes your lips as you cling to Aleksander, his teeth scraping lightly over the space beneath your ear, and you climax suddenly.

He murmurs soft praises against your skin and directs Alina on how to lengthen your pleasure without overwhelming you, but it all feels so distant. After a few moments, he guides your unfocused gaze back to meet his dark eyes.

“How are you feeling?” he asks softly.

“Good,” you answer in a sigh.

Alina licks at her fingers, swallowing down your release eagerly with her dark eyes widened in excitement and awe.

Aleksander smiles, leaning forward to kiss your lips for the first time. At the edge of your awareness, there’s the sound of splashing water, but you’re too consumed by the firm motion of his mouth working against yours to pay it any mind.

Then a set of chilly fingers hook delicately under your chin, pulling you away from his kiss to meet another pair of lips. A delighted shiver rolls down your spine at the feeling of Alina’s plush lips against yours, particularly when she takes your lower lip into her mouth and sucks against on the sensitive skin.

A soft moan bubbles in your throat and she grins at you, dark eyes alive with mischief. Then you look down to see her legs. Covered in water droplets that roll over her muscular thighs, her skin is the same warm caramel as the rest of her and you wonder whether she tastes as sweet as she looks.

“As much as I would love to continue this,” Aleksander says smoothly, a keen glimmer in his eyes as he watches you and Alina. “We should get moving.”

Clarity returns to you, and you nod hurriedly as you stand.

“I’ll go get some clothes for Alina.”

With damp feet, you head down the steps, away from Alina’s tank to find some of your own spare clothes that you keep in case you ever ended up falling into one of the tanks. They won’t fit her perfectly, but it will do for now.

Aleksander has his arms looped around her waist when you return to them and you hand over the bundle of clothing you had retrieved.

Drying down your feet with a towel, you slip your shoes back on before remembering your missing panties. With a frown, you search for them unsuccessfully until Aleksander speaks.

“We’re ready.”

Deciding to abandon your search, you nod.

“Let’s go.”

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Five months later…

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Aleksander wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Currently mixing ingredients together by hand, you aren’t free to return his affection without smearing mess all over him.

“This smells divine,” he murmurs. The scent of salty sea air clings to his skin. “What are you making?”

“Fish cakes. Where’s Alina?”

“She’s just drying off.”

“Did you have fun?”

He nods slowly with a smile.

“We did.”

This little cottage by the sea allows you to live in peace, free from any other humans, while Aleksander and Alina can return to the ocean whenever they wish.

He traces his nose over the mating bite on your neck, the tangible proof of the bond between the three of you. Aleksander always seems much more carefree after returning from a good swim.

“Did you miss us?” he asks teasingly.

Warmth spreads over your body as you focus on separating the mixture you’ve created into small circular portions.

“I always miss you, Sasha.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your heated cheek.

“Ulla should arrive once the summer begins. She will know what to do.”

Aleksander’s half-sister is what humans would consider a sea witch. He’s certain she will be able to help you find another form to shift into so that you can be with Aleksander and Alina when they return to the sea.

Alina hops up onto the kitchen counter, dipping her finger into your bowl to retrieve some of the leftover mixture. Being from the sea means they both eat fish raw or cooked, and she hums in delight at the taste.

Over the last few months, you’ve become rather creative when it comes to your lovers unique diets and tastes. Cooking for them is one of your favourite things. Aleksander is very fond of your fish pie while Alina will eat anything that is bite sized.

“Would you help me cover these in breadcrumbs, Alya?”

She nods eagerly, bounding down beside you and rolling up the baggy sleeves of Aleksander’s shirt that she’s wearing. She rarely ever wears her own clothes. A glance down at her feet reveals that once again she’s stolen your socks and you doubt she’s wearing anything underneath her shirt.

Aleksander is more at ease wearing human clothes, and you can feel the comforting warmth of his woollen jumper against your back.

They have arrived home early today, you had been expecting them to turn up just before dinner. As a result, you’re wearing comfortable sweatpants, a small vest, and one of Aleksander’s cardigans. The thin golden chain around your neck is there as always, the glimmering pearl at the centre was a gift from Alina.

The contentment you feel with them blossoms in your chest as Alina tells you excitedly about the baby sea turtles they had seen today while Aleksander occasionally makes his own additions to the story from his place behind you as he continues to provide affectionate touches.

This life couldn’t be more different from what you had planned for yourself, but you’ll be eternally grateful that these two beings swam into your world.

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[stromuprisahat]

I've been reading a lot of criticism about Alina lately, and while I agree that she is a shitty protagonist, but the main problem I have with saying that she is the true villain of the story is that... no one told her? No one talked to her about Grisha persecution? Yeah, we hear about it vaguely in TGT, but it isn't until SoC when they find the burnt corpses and the kefta mural that it truly starts to sink in. It's not until you read DitW that you realize how desperate the situation was (and still is, in some ways). It's not until the Nikolai Duology that the true horror of the Shu experiments is brought to us. We see nothing of it in TGT, so maybe... Alina just doesn't know?

Yeah, sure, she has been around Grisha and is one of them now, but hear me out, it's like white people who say they don't have a problem with POC but they don't realize that it doesn't negate the fact that POC still face racism from others. Add to the fact that nowhere do we see newspapers and as an orphan Alina is definitely less aware of social justice situations than your average white guy- how is she supposed to know? All that she sees is the luxury of the Grisha- their tents their bulletproof clothes, etc.

Just a thought about how the story might have gone different if instead of the crows, it was Alina who found the three burnt bodies while chasing the stag and had to put one of them out of their misery. And how the story might have changed if Alina truly understood the situation.

I'm almost halfway through Siege and Storm, so I’ll talk from this perspective.

I’d say it’s the same issue as anything with Alina- she doesn’t want to know.

She’s almost murdered by a guy yelling “witch” in her face. Funnily enough- at this point it’s still in English (Ravkan), not drüsje, but witch:

I twisted and kicked as the yellow-bearded man grabbed hold of my legs. I looked desperately down to the glen, but the soldiers and Grisha below me were fighting for their lives, clearly outnumbered and unable to come to my aid. I struggled and thrashed, but the Fjerdan was too strong. He climbed on top of me, using his knees to pin my arms to my sides, and reached for his knife.

“I’ll gut you right here, witch,” he snarled in a heavy Fjerdan accent.

She gets safely to Little Palace, mentiones this whole experience twice and that’s it. It wouldn’t even take that much to get back to this topic- next chapter she learns such attack isn’t anything unusual for Grisha:

“ ... Other countries don’t treat their Grisha so well as Ravka,” he said grimly. “The Fjerdans burn us as witches, and the Kerch sell us as slaves. The Shu Han carve us up seeking the source of our power. ... ”

Alina sees there’s a difference made between Grisha and other Ravkans, but never connects the dots. It doesn’t concern her, she’s doing the same after all.

She isn’t interested in situation, not only the wide picture, but more personal perspective- we don’t see her ask her “not-friends” anything about them. Their lives, families... You won’t hear a scary story if you won’t ask or listen...

She got study materials on Grisha history, but that's just that. Words on a paper. Something she repeats when she remembers she's supposed to be hunted, although the reasons don't quite click.

She goes from being prejudiced herself to staying that way. Why would she change? She went from denying being Grisha to being Saint and that’s a completely different thing. The only person she truly cares about is an otkazat’sya, so why would she consider wrongness of slurs and disdain?

She was told, but the Darkling "never tells the truth" and she doesn’t feel the need to ask anyone else.

She hears First Army soldiers insult Ivan for refusing to share information with them, and doesn't blink an eye.

She hears about First Army slaughtering Grisha, and thinks "good, I'd do the same".

She only cares about Grisha being potentially mistreated as long as it's the Darkling harming them (Genya's punishment, Grishenka in R&R).

When forced to face other harm partially caused by Grisha status of slaves in Ravkan society, the circumstances allow her to ignore that aspect (Genya's abuse).

I don’t think she needs anything more explicit. She’d just find the way to blame the Darkling, or forget it ever happened as soon as it was out of her sight.

Burned Grisha corpses?

Some foreign tradition. Or barbecue gone wrong...

Just look at her reaction to Harshaw's story in R&R:

I thought of the dream the Darkling had once had, that we might be Ravkans and not just Grisha. He’d tried to make a safe place for our kind, maybe the only one in the world. I understand the desire to remain free. Was that why Harshaw kept fighting? Why he’d chosen to stay? He must have shared the Darkling’s dream once. Had he given its care over to me?

Zoya's the one, to note how fucked up it is. Alina's concern is possible responsibility. There's no horror, there's no resolution to take over Aleksander's efforts. The goal remains the same- hunt down the Firebird, kill the Darkling, destroy the Fold.

Even when talking as Grisha, Alina doesn't act like one.

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[seriowan]

between us (fives x gn!reader)

summary: the one where fives and his cyare change their rhythm from rough to sweet and soft ♡

pairing: fives x gn!reader (no mention of pronouns)

warnings: (18+) hurt/comfort smut; use of safe word "red"

word count: 1.2k

a/n: remember folks, communication is key! INSPIRED BY THE LOVELY @captaingregorswife

radio: between us, alina baraz

♡ masterlist ♡

He drops his things in the doorway the moment he sees you sprawled on the bed like a homecoming gift. Fives’ mouth falls open before clamping shut, eyes darting up and down as he drinks in your figure — the nakedness of your body; the seduction in your eyes; that teasing little smile… 

   It pulls him in like a siren’s song. He’s dazed, dropping piece by piece of armor until he’s struggling to kick his boots off. His eyes never leave yours as you curl a finger, giggling when he shucks the black fabric of his body glove over his head. When it comes to his pants, you stop him with an arched brow, crawling to the edge of the bed to look up at his smirk. 

   “Hey, baby,” you purr, fingertips sliding past the waistband of his pants to slowly nudge them down. “Welcome home.” 

   He doesn’t speak at first. It’s nothing but a deep, satisfied hum from his chest, tongue flicking to wet his lips as he watches you pull the fabric over the plushness of his thighs and down his legs. He steps out of them and in an instant, pushes his fingers against your shoulder. You’re guided against the mattress, the bed dipping as he climbs over you. 

   “This is a nice surprise,” he murmurs quietly, dipping his head in the crook of your neck to breathe deeply. His nose caresses up your neck, down the shape of your jaw. His eyes are shut but they open the moment he pulls away to look at you, huffing a breath of disbelief. “You gonna make me wait any longer?” 

   “I wouldn’t dare.” 

   You open your legs, accepting the weight of his hips against yours with a groan. Fives’ hands are roaming, searching in between your hips until he finds what he seeks — the length of his stiffness, already swollen and waiting to be touched. He’s impatient, rushed hands gripping your hips to pull you farther down the mattress. 

   You’re holding his gaze when he slips it in, eyes widening at the fullness, the stretch. It drives a groan out of your lips and his, muffled by the kiss he claims. He gives it a moment, a brief second of adjustment, before he begins to buck his hips. Your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking against the tense muscles of his ass. 

   The bed creaks with each thrust. He’s love but he’s dominating, pushing and pulling with the intent to tear and rebuild. To break down and reform. Drunk gasps break between your mouths as they dance, tongues curling and spit dripping. It trickles down your chin as wild and untamed as his thrusts, which only pick up the pace when the faintest whimper of, “Fives,” manages to slip through your lips. 

   Shocks surge through your legs. Shaking fits cause you to tremble, his fingertips kneading into the skin of your hips as he thrust and grunts and tears his way through every wall that once held him back from touching you. 

   It’s a sudden shove that causes your eyes to water. Rather than pleasure, it brings the faintest wave of pain that makes you grimace. Fives doesn’t notice as he looks down, watching himself slip inside of you over and over with nothing but impatience and carnal intent. 

   Your hands slide up and over his shoulders, tears slipping out of the corner of your eyes as the pain bubbles. For a moment, all you can do is gasp until you can’t do anything but rasp, “F-Fives. R-red.”

   He pauses immediately, eyes wide as he looks at your face. When he notices the tears, he pulls himself out of you, one hand pressed against the mattress while the other cups the side of your face, tilting your chin upwards. You sniffle, reaching up to wipe the tears that slip when he shakes his head, doing it himself with the pad of his thumb. 

   “Mesh’la,” he breathes, pinching his brows together in an expression of guilt. “Was I too rough? Do you want to stop?” 

   “N-No,” you whimper, shaking your head. Cupping both sides of his face, you pull him down to press your foreheads together, your voice soft. “I just got you back… I don’t want to stop. Just… just go a bit softer, okay?” 

   “You sure?” He asks, bringing your hand up to kiss your palm. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” 

   “You could never,” you assure, gently dragging your leg along his. “Take your time, love. I’m not going anywhere.” 

   He pulls away to look at you. It isn’t just a glance or a brief graze of his eyes. It’s a long, long stare. The kind of look that brings everything to his eyes — his appreciation and his love. He nods and with a gentle touch, repositions his cock between your legs. With a gentle, easing thrust, he slides into you and it’s unlike anything you experienced before. The fullness comes gradually and his soft touch is like silk. Your body accepts him with ease as he fists the mattress on both sides of your head. 

   Before he can begin moving, he lowers his head and presses his lips against your ear. 

   “You’re my good little cyare, aren’t you?” 

   His thrust is slow — an aching, teasing grind in you, then out. 

   “Say it.” 

   You hardly find the strength to speak, uttering the smallest whisper of, “P-Please-” 

   His chuckle is low, vibrating through his chest and into yours. It sends goosebumps up your legs and down your spine, sweat dripping down your neck.

   Again, he moves. Slow and gentle. In, pressing his hips to yours, then out, all the way to his tip. 

   “Say it,” he demands, soft yet sturdy. 

   “I’ll b-be your good little cyare…” Your voice is a whimper that makes him smirk against your neck. He presses kiss after kiss, teasing the softest bite against your jugular to make you groan. 

   “Fucking perfect,” he grunts, driving his hips in and out, over and over again with the softness you ached for. The love you yearned for in his absence. 

   He’s fucking you with the gentleness of a praising lover, his hands clenching the sheets with white knuckles while his body writhes. Every muscle contracts and flexes, the plain of his back rippling like a river. He keeps his nose against your neck, sucking and licking and biting with restraint. Each smooth buck of his hips is met with a kiss to your jaw… your cheek… the faintest path left behind by the tears in the corner of your eyes. 

   When his lips meet your forehead, he goes still and you feel him tense within the comfort of your heat. His hips press to your waist, tight and needy yet safe. His breath is a shudder, shaky and blissed as he dips his head to catch your lips in a kiss — one that ends with a bite to your bottom lip. 

   “Say it again.” 

   A soft, gentle demand whispered against your mouth. 

   You look into his eyes and smile. 

   “I’ll always be your good little cyare,” you murmur, caressing his jaw with the pad of your fingertip. “And you’ll always be mine.” 

   He hums. “Yeah?” 

   You nod and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

   “Then let me show you how good your little cyare can be…”

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[glitter50000]

SaB season 2 spoilers ahead

Watching Kirigan being legit angry and straight up shoving Alina down after she burned his hand in the tether along with threatening her home and choking her in another episode as well was for ME, who wanted to see him punch her out of spite

#Anti darklina #i wouldn’t recommend interacting with this post if you like this ship please because I’m feeling petty #Look I wasn’t a fan of all the “simp darkling” that ppl came out with from season one cause like yeah he “loves” her in his own way #but that’s not the only trait he has and even so. So what? #it doesn’t change anything he doesn’t realize “the power of love” and try to ask for forgiveness or change his ways #Alina doesn’t get away scot free with threatening him or harming him cause of love #And it’s just slaps in you face that he’s not being romantic or he’s not being all lovey dovey with her. He’s actually angry with her #He doesn’t take it as a joke or something or as her just not seeing the bigger picture #She hits him and well he’s not afraid to hit back twice as hard to make her see his way #sab spoilers #shadow and bone season 2 #shadow and bone netflix

[reyreadsandwrites]

An Imminent War or Whatever

content: Jason x named female demigod

a/n: short one this time. not sure if I like it so might delete, we'll see :/

I personally don't like writing in y/n / 2nd pov, so if you want your name in a story: send me your idea and a name and I'll try to get back to you!

warning: none

It was the first week of January. Alina and her friends had just come back from their quest to free the goddess Hera a couple of weeks ago and already she was bored. There’s only so much training you can do before your arms get tired, or your legs hurt from being slashed at so often with sharp objects. Leo had said it would take months to build a ship for the next quest in the way they wanted and, honestly, Alina didn’t know enough about mechanics to question his judgment, but that also meant that they were stuck for however long it would end up being with nothing to do but wait. 

It’s not like Alina wanted to be in constant danger and surrounded by monsters, but she also hated the wait. Alina was desperate to see Percy again, having lost countless nights of sleep over her oldest friend’s disappearance and, honestly, she was curious about the other camp. Camp Jupiter. 

Jason had told her a few things - all he could remember, anyway. He talked about it with a distant gaze in his eyes as if he wasn’t so sure if he missed it or not. She couldn’t help but be intrigued at this mystery place he had grown up at. It didn’t help that they were putting all their bets on Percy being there too. 

So, as the boredom sunk in, Alina had tried to find something to do. Her first stop had been the arena, where she won a sword fight to a grumpy child of Ares, then Bunker 9 where she had almost hammered her own hand while helping Leo. Alina had ultimately decided a walk to clear her head wouldn’t kill her, so she welcomed the cold and started her way to the beach all the while looking for a certain blond who nobody had seen since lunch. 

Speaking of the devil. She had made it to the border of the woods before she saw him. In a light blue sweater that had a stupid superman joke on itthat, of course, Alina had gotten him on a Christmas sale during her latest trip to the city, Jason was somewhere she had never expected to look - distracted, floating on air and in a tree? 

She looked up squinting from the winter sun. “Having fun up there?” 

Jason almost toppled out of the tree before catching himself with another gust of wind, seemingly spooked by her sudden appearance. Alina tried to stifle a few giggles and Jason responded with a string of curses before floating down to her side.

“I was helping a Dryad.” He said with a solemn nod, as if that explained everything. 

“Of course.” Alina answered with a smile. “Walk with me?”

—

They had made their way to the beach shortly after the tree debacle and had set themselves up on the sand watching the waves crash on the shore. They had talked themselves out and now settled into a comfortable silence, watching the sun go down. 

They had often done the same thing on their recent quest; opting to keep watch together as Leo and Piper slept. That’s how Alina knew that Jason was afraid his memories would never fully come back. And it’s how Jason knew that Alina was afraid her friend, Percy, wouldn’t remember her after everything they’d undergone together. 

“You ever wonder what you would be doing now?” Alina broke the silence. “In another universe. Where there was no threat of war or whatever.”

Alina looked at Jason. In the sunlight light, he looked almost regal. He was sprawled out in the sand, leaning on his arm, with his legs spread out in front of him and already looking at her. He shook his head. 

“I’ve never thought about it.” he started, sitting up and looking at her. He paused, thinking for a minute. “To be honest, I wouldn’t change anything, if that means having you here with me.”

Alina raised her eyes to meet his; his bright blue shimmering in the golden glow of the sun. She was all of a sudden aware of how close the two of them were sitting and without thinking much, she found that she didn’t mind. They were inches apart and getting closer. Alina swore she felt a pull; something dragging her to him. In that moment, Jason was magnetic. 

She could feel his breath, a warmth by her cheek. She looked down at his lips and watched the scar on his lipped moved with his mouth as Jason gave the slightest of a grin. She heard him whisper her name. 

For a while they stayed there, drinking in each other, the moment, the sun and in the end, it was Jason who closed the gap. He leant down to capture Alina’s lips in a kiss, holding her against him, a movement that was painfully gentle and eagerly awaited. She brought her hands to his chest as she leaned into it, grabbing a hold of his shirt to bring him closer.  

She felt sparks. Wild, magic, unforgettable. She might’ve blamed it on the fact that she was kissing the all to famous son of Jupiter - lightning and all but none of that mattered. Not the war, not the ship, not the wait. She was kissing Jason Grace and Alina was more than alright with that. 

“Imminent war or not, I’m glad I know you.” 

#jason grace #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #hoo #pjo #the lost hero #rick riordan #jason grace x reader

[sugaurora]

éffleurer | 03

There were always whispers in your office about what secrets Seokjin hid behind his clean image. Now, you knew at least one of them. 

Pairing: Seokjin x Female Reader

Genre: CFO!Jin AU; Smut

Word Count:  4,900+

Tags: Sexually explicit content, profanity, Dom/sub relationship, light pain kink, references to stripping, heavy petting

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— Y/N—

Seokjin greeted you at his door with a signature one-sided smile. He stepped aside just enough to let you pass, but left so little room that your body brushed against his chest, the heady scent of his cologne caressing your senses. It was subtle, but you had spent years learning the non-verbal cues of others, deciphering when someone’s body gave a message, even when their mouth couldn’t. Though it wouldn’t do to get your hopes up this early, so you tucked the interaction away for now.

“I didn't know if you’d come,” he said in a quiet voice after closing the door. You turned to face him in the entryway.

“I'm a professional, you requested me, and I can’t say I mind performing this service for you. So here I am,” you said, lifting your shoulders in a shrug you hoped looked nonchalant. Seokjin dragged a hand through his dark hair and nodded, seemingly amused, if not surprised. Did he really think you wouldn’t come?

You gave him a quick once-over. He was dressed more casually than you’d ever seen him: a cream-colored sweater, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and dark, fitted jeans that you immediately decided you preferred to his usual tailored slacks.

He seemed to notice your appraisal, his smile spreading across the rest of his plump lips. He held out a hand, offering to take your coat just as he had the last time. You smiled back and tugged the belt open, pulling apart the buttons and sliding the coat from your shoulders.

You had stacked your confidence in the end, planning to wear your lingerie as armor. If Seokjin only called you over in an attempt to talk you out of your moonlighting, you hoped the sight of you in this outfit would have him changing his tune quickly. How could he think about convincing you to quit when all the blood was rushing to his pants? And if he instead wanted to play the dangerous game of doing anything more, you had decided it was a game two could play.

His nostrils flared, the muscles in his long neck tensing, both barely noticeable. But it was enough to calm your nerves, knowing you’d had the desired effect. You turned on your heel and sauntered into his main room with your head held high, setting your alarm again at his fireplace mantle while he hung your coat.

One hour. This would be easy.

“The place is pretty clean already, but I couldn’t tell you the last time I dusted a damn thing in here.” He stood at the mouth of the entryway hall, eyes on you as he spoke. “Do all the surfaces, the tv, decor. Pretty much everything dust can cling to.”

He looked away after a moment, nodding towards a small duster and a few microfiber cloths sitting on an end table.

“Yes, sir,” you said, glancing around the room to decide on your plan of action before picking up your tools. You performed your task dutifully as he looked on from his seat on the couch, drinkless this time. He seemed content to just watch you again. Quiet music was already drifting from the speakers, but no conversation followed from him after he’d given you his request.

As you lifted another small figurine to wipe down, you decided you’d rather get him talking. There was at least one thing you’d been dying to know.

“You never answered my question, sir,” you said, not bothering to turn to him in the hopes of coming off casually.

When you received no answer, you glanced back at him curiously. Seokjin was still sat on the couch, leaning back into the cushions with one foot crossed over his knee, hands draped over his thighs. His eyes had gone dark and were clearly focused on you, or rather, your body. And that pesky erection had very apparently made its way back to his lap. There was a long moment where your eyes met his before you watched them refocus and acknowledge your face.

“Did you say something?” he asked. You laughed to yourself and set his figurine back down.

“I said, you never answered my question,” you repeated, coyly folding your hands behind your back.

Seokjin took a deep breath and uncrossed his legs, leaning forward slightly. “What question was that?”

You walked towards him slowly and his eyes never left you, tracking your every move until you stood at the edge of the couch. It felt good to have his attention like this and it stoked a fire in you, knowing the effect you had on him by just being in the room.

“Whether I have permission touch you,” you asked.

His eyes drifted away from you, tongue pressing between his teeth, clearly contemplating his options. You looked on expectantly, wondering if it was a question he’d hoped to forget. Maybe he truly only wanted to watch you, to have you dangled in front of him like so much forbidden fruit. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for that to be enough for someone. After all, that was what this whole job was about. Though you wanted to prod further, you decided it would be better to leave the ball in his court. If the extent of Seokjin’s desires ended with looking, you wanted to respect that, no matter how much you wished he wanted to explore more.

“Only while you dance,” he responded at last, his decision sounding final enough, though there was a hesitation in his words that gave you doubt. It wasn’t the response you were expecting, you thought to yourself. But it did open up a few possibilities.

You shifted forward, pressing your fingers into the arm of the couch, noting what was the softest leather you’d ever felt. “So...are you asking me to dance?”

He nodded, leaning back into his seat again. There was a tenseness in his broad shoulders that left you still unsure of what he really wanted, but with nothing to go on except his requests, you set your resolve to just do your best with what he asked. And, you hoped, you could loosen him up in time.

Pulling a stool from the minibar, you made a show of swaying your body around it to the music. Again, he hadn’t asked you to remove any clothing and though the urge was strong, you only tugged teasingly at the straps of your clothing, holding his eyes as much as you could, but giving him a fair view of your behind as well.

Once you pushed your prop aside and made it to the floor, spreading your legs as you moved, you remembered he was getting a full view of your very, very sheer undergarments. It set you wondering if you were saving yourself any modesty after all by not just stripping anyway. But Seokjin said nothing and whenever your eyes met his, you found a man only focused on your movements.

You crawled closer and again rested your hands on him as you rolled your body forward towards him. This time he made no comment as you touched his thighs. But you had to admit, something specific was drawing your attention now that you were this close.

“Y/N, your eyes seem a bit preoccupied.” His voice shook you from your concentration and you looked up at him instead, then smiled with no shame when you realized where your attention had been. He returned your smile and it encouraged you to voice your thoughts.

“You just seem like you have a big problem. Isn’t that frustrating for you?”

“I’m pretty sure I read the fine print of our contract correctly and solving certain problems for me is strictly prohibited,” Seokjin responded, the tease in his voice clear. Was it a tease? A challenge maybe? But his expression remained playful. You sat back onto your knees, sliding forward and positioning yourself between his legs.

“It's not a heavily enforced contract,” you said, all promises of behaving yourself out the window. If Seokjin wasn’t going to draw the line between you clearly, you would have to make him draw it. Because right now your line was long forgotten and nothing sounded better in the moment than separating him from his pants. And he didn’t exactly make any complaints as he stared down at you on your knees before him.

“And you're saying you would offer that to me?” He hesitated a moment. “Do you always..?”

You shook your head. “I never have before. I'm saying I wouldn't be opposed to helping you ,” you emphasized. “You're kind of a special client, after all.”

“Oh, special?” he considered, stroking a hand across his chin in mock contemplation. “And what makes you think you know what I need?”

“I don’t, but I could learn,” you purred, scratching your nails lightly along the fabric of his jeans. “You could teach me.”

You watched his jaw tense, dark eyebrows raising slightly. Calculating.

“I-,” he said, the word fading at the end. You gave another stroke of your nails while he thought. “I’m not sure you want to learn that.”

“Are you saying you aren’t interested?” you asked flatly.

Seokjin swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing.

The dance around your desire was taking its toll on you both, your patience wearing a little thin. Not that you minded a bit of coy banter, but what was the point if he truly wasn’t interested?

You could see the wheels in his mind turning as he considered your words, likely trying to account for the consequences of taking you up on them. But in your mind, you were both adults who wanted something similar. You had made your decision by walking through his door tonight. Though you hadn’t yet worked out how it would affect your position at work if you slept with the boss, but that was an issue for tomorrow.

“What are you willing to do for me, Y/N?” he asked. You pulled yourself up from the floor, slipping your legs on either side of him and sinking into the leather of the couch until you were straddling his thighs. It was a bold move, but at this point you needed him to clearly understand what you wanted.

“Whatever you need, sir. I came here to serve you after all. You called and I came and I did what you asked.”

Seokjin remained quiet, hands resting at his sides, and you continued speaking, hoping to urge him forward.

“And I think you’d very much like if I did something to satisfy the rise in your pants you've pretty much had since I walked through that door.” You were starting to feel a little desperate, like he was making you push him the whole way, and a spark of fear crossed your mind. Would he be cruel enough to reduce you to almost begging before rejecting you in the end? It was a struggle to figure out his angle.

“If you would be open to it,” he breathed, voice almost inaudible, dispelling your sudden worries.

You slid yourself forward, sitting back onto his thighs, leaning your face close to his own.

“I would be, sir.” Your lips curved around the last word, hoping to make sure he felt the full effect of his desired title, something the shudder in his body told you he enjoyed very much.

But there it was again, the same hesitation dangling in his eyes. He was holding back and it made you unsure. You wanted this, caution be damned. Wanted to finally close in on what your dreams had promised all those months ago. You realized then that you had wanted it all along, suppressed lust for him now bubbling to the surface. But you really didn’t want to push him if he wasn’t interested. And his strained silence seemed to give you that message.

“But if that’s not what you want-” you started, pressing your hands against the couch to push yourself off his lap, accepting the rejection.

Seokjin exhaled a heavy breath from his nose and immediately his hands were on your waist, pulling your body to his. As he took up your lips, you released the moan of satisfaction that had been building in your chest.

“Did you have to make me work so fucking hard for it?” you whined into his mouth and he laughed and pulled your body closer, nipping your lip before showering you in more hungry, wet kisses. His lips set off a chain reaction and you felt the pull, felt his fervor as he pressed your bodies ever closer. Your hands draped across his shoulders, fingers sliding into his hair just at the base of his neck.

As his lips trailed kisses down your jaw, each one leaving you shuddering against him, you could feel his hardness pressing into your thighs and your longing to feel more of him flew straight to your center.

“Y/N, I have to warn you first,” he started to speak, his warm breath sending tingles across your neck as he spoke.

And then you felt his teeth, pressing into your earlobe, the rush of pain and pleasure wrapping around each other and you wanted it, more of it, right now. A moan escaped your lips and you scratched your fingers along his scalp. His lips pressed a soft kiss against the bite.

“I'm interested in something specific.” His voice was quiet, rolling in your ear and pulling your attention. “If we’re going to do this, you have to want what I want.”

His sincerity gave you pause. There was so much of the Seokjin you had come to know in his tone. Considerate and kind, he was more of the same man you had known for months, the leader you had come to respect. You pushed aside your hormones, ready to hear his request, but knowing you would say yes to almost anything he asked.

“What do you want, sir?”

“I want a submissive partner. I want full submission from you when you’re inside my home. I want to control you and punish you when you disobey me.” His teeth grazed along the tender skin of your neck. “And reward you when you're a good girl for me.”

You smiled to yourself. You knew it, knew that all along he had been holding back his desire to control you, most likely only putting up with your attempts at steering the situation out of respect for your office positions and his own reservations on what going down this path could mean. But this was his real desire and every part of you wanted to submit, wanted to please Seokjin exactly how he wanted.

“I'll do whatever you say, sir,” you said, closing your eyes, lost to the feeling of his teeth as they pressed into your skin again. “I'll let you control me. Teach me.”

His lips stopped with your words and you opened your eyes to find them meeting his own. Focused and serious, he held your gaze for a moment, making sure he had your attention.

“I don’t have any experience in this,” he admitted, voice a little meek. You found the honesty refreshing, the way his eyes softened endearing. His gaze trailed away from yours and you could tell he was a little embarrassed at the confession. “I’ve never been in control of someone else.” A pause. “I've never had the right partner for it.”

And then his eyes were back on yours. “But you, Y/N...”

“I'm not experienced, but I want to try,” you said sincerely. “We can learn together.”

You thought as you spoke the words. What did it even mean to be a submissive? With your mostly vanilla sex life lending no personal experience in the realm of power play, the obvious answer seemed like being controlled and used by someone else. But Jieun had always talked about the delicacies of relationships like this. A more than experienced female dominant, she liked to educate you over a drink about her escapades, and in this field she had always emphasized the trust and care involved in making a connection like this successful.

You cared about Seokjin from the moment you met him, from the moment he had been friendly and kind to you. He treated you with respect and dignity and never was at a loss for words of encouragement or guidance. And the longer you'd known him, the more your care had deepened.

And as for trust...

“I trust you,” you said, hoping it would reassure him.

Seokjin pressed his lips to yours, this time not hungry, but tender and gentle and you felt something new and unknown blooming in your chest. There was a promise in his kiss, a statement letting you know he understood what he was asking of you and what he was offering.

“I trust you,” he broke away for a moment to murmur, before his lips were on yours again, fervor renewed.

The conversation hadn’t been the type of dirty, pillow talk you expected in the moment, but the intimacy of the words was more sensual, more personal. You had formed a bond here with Seokjin, an agreement to trust each other on a deep, sexual level. An unmistakable excitement followed the idea of stepping into new roles and exploring new sides of each other together. The taboo of your office positions might have lent a little to the excitement as well, but you weren’t interested in thinking about that at the moment.

Seokjin’s hands slid past your hips and down to your backside, fingers dipping beneath the soft material of your undergarments and pressing into the flesh. He was tugging you forward, urging a meeting between the hardness in his lap and the soft barrier of your panties.

As you pressed your heat against the stiffness in his jeans, he groaned into your mouth, fingers digging harder into the plump of your ass.

“Fuck,” he breathed out and a surge of heat flew up your spine, mingling with the warmth of his body so close to yours. And then you felt yourself moving. In one smooth movement, Seokjin had lifted you up and turned your body away from his. His thumbs hooked into the straps of your bodice, slipping it down until your chest was exposed.

“Your body is so beautiful, Y/N. I could stare at you all fucking day,” he panted into your ear as his hands went to your breasts, cupping them in his hands. He caressed the soft flesh there, rough squeezes followed by rolling and tugging your nipples between his fingertips. The sudden, intense stimulation caused you to cry out, half-moaning from the pleasure, half-whining from the pain.

Alright, so maybe you were wrong about him being an ass man.

Changing to the opposite side of your neck, his teeth followed, leaving imprints sure to be future sore spots as he toyed with the flesh there.

One hand left to caress your breast, Seokjin’s other hand slowly crept down between your legs, rubbing circles into the skin of your thighs hesitantly, asking silent permission to move forward. As if it wasn’t alright with you. As if you weren’t already dying to feel his hands on you everywhere.

It wasn’t until his fingers made contact with your thin panties that you realized how badly you had already soaked through them, the evidence of your wet arousal immediately audible.

“Already this wet for me? My dirty girl.” His voice was a low hum in the background of your consciousness, drowned out only by his movements. His thumb made gentle strokes at first, which turned into full finger caresses against your wet mound. You whimpered against him, rolling your hips at his attention, still feeling the hardness in his pants now pressing against your backside.

“Moan nice and loud for me, angel, so I can learn what your body craves.”

You nodded, unable to press any words past your lips, lust pooling as he built up the fire between your legs, fingers rolling against the wet mess of the thin material of your panties. You spread your legs a little more to give him access and permission and he took it immediately, giving your clit a soft pinch. You let out another pained moan, letting your hands land on his thighs, gripping them in desperate need of something to hold onto.

“Good girl,” he murmured and the praise was almost as good as his touch.

His teeth were back on your neck and you felt yourself swimming through the agony of his denial as his fingers rubbed your clit in slow, methodic circles, keeping you dripping for him, but providing far too little stimulation for you to get anywhere. Was this the torture Jieun talked about? If he decided to spend all night teasing you like this, your muddled brain wasn’t sure you would be able to make it.

His fingers dipped lightly against your entrance, threading shapes against the fabric there, firing the sensitive nerves already dripping with your juices.

“Seokjin!” The name escaped you, curled in a tight whine as his teeth left yet another sore spot on your overstimulated neck. He paused for a moment and your breathing escalated, nervous and excited at this new level of the unknown. A long-fingered hand slipped across your bare breasts, down to the exposed skin of your inner thigh, then raised up and landed a sharp smack on the sensitive flesh. The pain shocked you and you cried out again.

“Don't start with me again,” he said, his voice colored dark with authority.

“S-sir…” you corrected yourself, the stinging pain only sending more heat to your core.

“Don't forget it, angel. You said you would be good for me.”

“I will, sir,” you cooed desperately. “I promise.”

His mouth went back to your neck, back to the sore skin as his hand floated back between your legs, squeezing the meat of your thighs, dancing across your heat, but still agonizingly never passing your clothing. After an age, he refocused on your aching clit and your moans joined his movements, desperate noises you hoped were letting him know you wanted more.

“That's right, angel, let me hear you. Tell me what you want.” His lips were pressed against your ear now, his voice alone enough to have you shaking.

“I want to feel your fingers inside of me, please,” you begged. Surely he had teased you long enough. Instead, his fingers stopped and you held your breath.

“Oh?” he said and you could hear the smile on his lips. “Is this frustrating you? Do you want me to stop petting you?”

“No!” you protested, placing a pleading hand over his. “Please don't stop. I just want your fingers inside me so bad, sir, please.”

He flicked your hand aside roughly and returned to his agonizingly slow strokes still blocked by cloth. “I’ll decide when you've earned my fingers rubbing your pussy, raw and bare. Right now I prefer this, making you drip through these panties for me.”

You were at a loss, desperate for his touch, but losing your mind at the slow build in satisfaction. Exactly what kind of treatment had you signed up for?

“Open your mouth,” he whispered, bringing his wet fingers to your lips, before jamming them into your mouth. The taste your own slick coated your tongue, unsurprising since you had fully soaked through your lingerie. How had he gotten you so close to the edge without even touching you bare? At this point, you were ready to sign over everything you owned, everything you were if he would just rip the stupid things off.

Instead, you suckled his fingers while his other hand continued its work and returned you to a whimpering mess, soaking through the flimsy barrier and leaving dark stains on the fabric of his jeans.

He tugged your panties away from your wetness, the sound sloppy and lewd and you heard him chuckle into your ear.

“You're making such a mess, angel,” he purred into your ear, tongue tracing along the shell and making your body shudder against his. Finally, you exhaled internally, more than eager to feel the warm flesh of his hand against you and within.

A familiar chime sounded from the fireplace mantle, signaling the end of his session. But you couldn’t move. Your legs felt like jello and your heart was racing a million miles a minute.

At no point had you imagined that you would both be clothed by now. Before tonight, you knew that if he was truly interested in you, you’d sleep with him and deal with the consequences later.

Yet here you lay, mystified against his broad chest, legs still spread wide, the wetness Seokjin had coaxed from you soaking into the denim beneath you. His toying had brought you to the brink, and yet neither of you wore less clothing than when you'd walked through the door. Well, besides your now exposed breasts.

“You’d better get that,” he said quietly and you shook yourself from your stupor, pulling yourself up from his lap and hurrying to your phone on shaky legs to shut the damn thing off.

Seokjin stood with you, and when you turned back to face him he was smiling down at his pants, brushing his fingers along the stains you had left him.

“I'm sorry about that,” you said because it seemed like the right thing to say.

“I'm not,” he laughed and began walking towards you. You stared at him, frozen like a deer in headlights, still yet unsure what you expected from him, but he only took your hand in his and continued walking. Unfortunately, it was in the wrong direction. Instead of towards where you assumed there were bedrooms, he was leading you back towards the entrance of the apartment.

His hand fell from yours when he reached the hall closet, quickly turning away from you and tugging down your coat. He reached out to hand it over and only spoke when you didn’t move to take it.

“We’re done tonight, angel. It’s time for you to go,” he said, the words taking a moment to soak through your haze. You gaped up at him.

“B-but-” What was he saying? You hadn't even done anything. He had just started, riling you up, toying with your body and twisting the coil inside of you. And if the clear rise still pressing against his jeans meant anything, you still had much more to do tonight. It was nowhere near time for you to go yet.

“Y/N,” he said in a sigh at your inaction, pressing your coat into your arms, pressing further still until you felt the wall behind you against your back. The same wall where he had you pinned before.

“Don’t be impatient,” Seokjin’s voice cooed. The words did little to soothe you, your head still hazy, thoughts still spinning from everything that had happened in the last hour. The shock of being so unceremoniously told to leave was too much to handle.

“Please don’t leave me hanging like this,” you breathed, begging him with your eyes. You were ready to be whatever he wanted, to be at the mercy of those hands all night. You had told him as much. But being brought so far to the edge only to be left dangling like was too much. Much more than a newly christened submissive could take.

He cursed under his breath, eyes taking in your disappointed face while his hands traced the soft lines of your lingerie before settling on your hips.

“You make this so difficult when you look at me like that,” he said softly before his lips were on yours again.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer as he kissed you, begging for entrance with your tongue. He parted his lips slightly, teasing your tongue with the tip of his own, only to pull back, his hands sliding up, tugging up your bodice and covering your breasts.

His forehead was pressed against yours, cheeks flushed, pupils giving up his truth. He wanted you in this moment as much as you wanted him, those wide, darkened lenses unable to lie as well as his mouth.

“Go,” he said, taking a steadying breath before leaning back. He seemed to rein in his feelings, swallowing them down. “Think about this, Y/N, if you really want to do this with me. And if you want to continue, come when you're scheduled again.” A gentle smile, the smile you had gotten to know so well these past six months. “If you don’t, we’ll just pretend like it never happened.”

“That’s a little unfair to say to me after what we’ve done tonight,” you complained.

“I’m a humble man. I may be infinitely handsome, but you may not really want what I have to offer once you have a clear head. Or rather, what I want to explore.” He gave your hips another squeeze before leaning away from you. “Go. Give it some thought.”

You nodded reluctantly, slipping your coat over your shoulders.

“And none of this affects work, ok? At work, I'm still just Seokjin and you're just Y/N, ok? I'm trusting you.”

“I know. We agreed to trust each other,” you said.

One last wet kiss and he had you out the door, all but stumbling to your car in a blue-ovaried daze.

The ache between your thighs was unbearable, but it was minuscule next to the fire tearing through your body at that moment, burning a path for the new feelings that were growing in its wake: A new, carnal longing for your boss, Kim Seokjin.

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[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

The Phoenix and the Crow

part twelve

pairing: (hinted) kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: "action" i guess still netural

el's thoughts: this took wayy too long, i'm sorry haha but it's here! quick thank you to @jahayla-parker for helping me edit! i hope y'all like it! please remember to reblog and comment :)

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a/n: previously on the phoenix and the crow

She hummed, “We all do things for reasons only we know.” Twisting her fingers around each other, she sighed. “There are plenty of things I’ve done that if I had taken the time to actually think it through… I wouldn’t have made those choices, but in the end I’m standing here today and I wouldn’t be if I hadn’t made thoes choices. So, I wouldn’t change anything.”

“I wouldn’t-” Kaz was interrupted by Toyla shouting that they made it. Inej, Nina and Zoya all walked to one side, waiting for Y/N. 

The inferni gave Kaz a tight smile, “Well, I’m off.” She pulled her shoulders back as she walked to where the other girls stood waiting. 

Kaz watched in astonishment as the girl with whom he had just carried an intimate conversation with slipped back into the formal behavior that came with being a soldier. It was as if she had put back on a stoic and formal front, slipping back into her all too familiar mask. It was as if Y/N had only allowed herself a short break from such a pretense for those few private moments with him.

~*~

Each step was taken cautiously as the group of six walked through the Fold. Growls could be heard around them causing Y/N to check their surroundings every minute despite Alina encircling them in a shield of light.

“This is it. The heart of the Fold. Where Kirigan first damned this country into darkness.” Alina spoke as she stood beside Mal, a set of stone steps behind them like ruins of an old building. “I think this is where we stand a chance of bringing it down.” Mal shifted closer to her, ready to draw his knife. She placed her hands over his and refused. “No. We can do this.” Alina lifted* her right hand and motioned for Mal to hold it. 

Bewilderment washed over Y/N all at once when she saw the bright red light flow through the sun summoner’s veins. “He’s the firebird.”

Flares of blue and red light seeped out of Alina in powerful waves. The red spiraled around the couple and flew all over the place encompassing them like a forest fire. 

The other four women stood to the side and watched in awe. “It’s beautiful.” Nina’s breath caught in her throat as she spoke. Zoya and Y/N reached for the heartrender’s hands as Inej said her prayers of worship in silence. The inferni’s amazement* was cut short when she felt another presence. She felt as if all the air had left her lungs as she turned to Zoya. “He’s here.”

“How touching.” The Darkling strode through Alina and Mal’s shield of light with his hands clasped and extended outwards before him. The black scars on his face were impossible to miss as Y/N stared him down from where she stood while holding her ground. 

Alina let go of Mal, the red light instantly fading away. 

“I almost feel bad for what I have to do now.” Kirigan said as he walked closer. “He is family after all.” He spat his words as if they were the vilest concept. The summoner threw a glance at the tracker before diverting her attention back to the Darkling. 

“Get down!” Mal shouted. 

Y/N’s attention was pulled toward where Mal stood with his gun drawn. She ducked down just in time to dodge the bullet meant for the nichovoya. 

The Darkling drew his hands together, summoning the Cut. Alina quickly copied, both summoners aiming for the other. Their slices hit one another with such force they nearly canceled out each other’s power. Fortunately, Alina had used slightly more force and a piece struck Aleksander’s side. He flew back and landed hard on his back with a groan. Alina grinned with pride as she watched Kirigan squirm in pain.

“I’m hit.” His voice was strained while he spoke. 

“Mal.” The sun summoner rushed to his side and in a flurry of panic, the light shield fell leaving everyone vulnerable to the monsters that are local to the Fold. Right before the four girls could run to Alina and Mal, Nina was snatched by the nichovoya.

“Nina.” Dread formed in Y/N’s bones despite the roaring rage in her chest. “Nina!” Inej and Zoya turned and looked around desperately for the heartrender. The three of them moved to stand back to back, circling each other protectively. 

“Stay with me.” Alina’s voice cried out over the rushing of blood in their ears. “Stay with me!”

With a glance thrown quickly to Zoya, Y/N ran over to where Alina was bent over Mal’s body. She fell to her knees next to them as Mal drew his knife and handed it to the crying girl. 

“I can’t.” Alina cried. 

“Make them redraw all the maps.”

Y/N looked away from the couple while she felt her emotions bubble over. 

The Darkling was once again adding another theft to his long list of stolen lives and other cherished belongings of the innocent girls he’d tormented. Genya, Zoya, Y/N, and Alina. Just another thing he got to ruin with his blood-stained hands. Convincing each girl of his feelings and intentions while he utilizes them as if they were pawns in a chess game. Sacrificing each of them for more power. 

“I love you.” Alina said, her voice cracking from her tears.

“You know where to find me.”

Alina nodded, taking a deep breath before she plunged the knife through Mal’s chest. Instant regret and pain washed over her as she threw her head back and screamed. Her arm flew up over her head, as she channeled every last ounce of her power towards the sky, towards destroying the Fold. 

Y/N watched the scene unfold with wide eyes before standing and running towards the two suli girls as the Fold vanished*. The now blue sky above them felt like a breath of fresh air, before they noticed the nichovoya spawning around them. They all shared a look and nodded. 

Zoya twisted the wind between her hands, shoving the shadow monsters forward so Inej could use the Neshyenyer through the shadows. Y/N helped herd them with small flames. The squaller was thrown to the side by a long hand of shadow while Inej kept fighting the shadow monsters. 

Alina’s voice could be heard calling Nina while she still leaned over Mal. 

Once Inej sliced through the last shadow monster* all three grisha women rushed to the sun summoner’s side. Nina instantly started her attempts to revive the tracker.

Y/N rose to her feet when she noticed Kirgian standing. 

“Now… You know sacrifice.”

The inferni scoffed, “Beyond anything you’ve ever known.” She spoke on behalf of the grieving summoner. “And look what it did.” She gestured around them.

“Indeed.” The Darkling nodded, “Look what it did.” He tore his eyes away from her to the lifeless body on the stone steps. 

A fresh wave of tears washed over Alina as she stood slightly behind the inferni, “Mal and I changed the world. We tore down your Shadow Fold.”

“You have my sympathies for what comes next. When you realize that what you’ve done solves nothing. The world doesn’t need a Saint to protect it, Alina.” He took a step forward, “It needs a monster. And while I remain-” His words fell off into a coughing fit, his breath more labored. “Let me be your monster.” 

Y/N stepped forward but Alina held her back. “You think that after everything, I’ll still stand by you?”

“There is no light without darkness. Without me, you have no counter, no balance. Let me carry the hatred of this world.”

“Hatred.” Alina scoffed*, “Because of the choices you made.”

“Choices you too will make… in time.”

“I will never walk your path.” 

“I know you believe that now…” He groaned as he stepped forward again, “But look at Y/N.” The inferni stiffed at the mention of her name. “She’s already had to make some choices. Haven’t you?” She looked away as shame crept up on her. 

“Soon the both of you will have no equal. The years spent alone will grind you down, they will harden you. And who will be there to shield you from it? Who will be there to save you?” Kirigan reached his hand to Alina’s face but she reacted quicker. Grabbing his wrist first, “I will save myself. Your legacy is already written. There is no redemption.” She shoved his hand away from her causing him to fall to his knees. 

A loud gasp escaped his lips as his shadows shifted and formed. The sun summoner backed up as the shadow monster walked towards her. Y/N shoved Alina out of the way when she saw the claw-like hand reach for her. The monster grasped the inferni by her neck, lifting her off her feet into the air. Kirigan tried to lunge forward, “Leave her alone! No!” He was quickly shoved to the ground. 

“Y/N!” Inej shouted and threw the Neshyenyer right under the grisha’s arm embedding itself within the monster causing it to go up in flames. 

The Darkling rose to his feet while Y/N gasped for air. “You can’t control them, can you? You can’t control any of it.” 

He extended his hand to her, “I thought I could control it all once. Find peace. And for a moment, I swear I did.” He closed his eyes as if he was taken back to his memories.

Y/N rose* to her feet with the blade in hand and took a deep breath through her nose. She raised the sword and plunged it into the Darkling, just below his ribs. His eyes shot wide open, “Without me, know they will come for you.”

“I’m… I’m a monster.” Y/N shuddered at the thought while she stared down at her hands. Kirigan came up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Possibly, but as long as I’m around they will never know.”

The inferni gritted her teeth, “Let them come.” She pulled the sword out and let his body fall to the sand beneath them. 

Alina walked to stand above him, blocking the sun from his eyes. 

“Alina… you make sure there is nothing left of me. Please.” He choked on his breath, “Please.”

Y/N turned around and walked to where Nina knelt beside Mal’s body. Y/N turned briefly and made eye contact with Zoya, only exchanging a silent nod. 

After no response from Mal’s body a dark look flashed in Alina’s eyes. Y/N noticed and spoke, “Think through your actions, Alina. Once done, you can’t reverse them.” The sun summoner ignored all caution and proceeded anyway, bringing Mal back to life with a loud gasp.

Y/N walked away to stand next to Zoya. 

“What do we do with him?” The squaller asked.

“Will you wait with him until we return? I don’t want any heretics to find the body and make a martyr’s relic of it.” Alina said. “We’ll burn him where he fell. We’re on the other side of this now. There’s no turning back.”

~*~*~*~

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my favorite interpretation of him is as a man who WANTS that companionship and love but. He’s been burned so many times before, falling in love with people he outlived due to war and his slower aging. So he can’t allow himself to be hurt like that again. Deep inside his little black heart he would love to be equals with Alina but unfortunately years of trauma and pain have left him entirely unable to exist in a relationship that doesn’t have a power imbalance in his favor. He doesn’t know how to let go of his want for power even in his relationships anymore. And now that he needs Alina for his Grand Schemes, well he definitely can’t fall in love with her without potentially fucking up his plan, right? He needs her to do many very specific things and he can’t be blinded by Real Emotion that might make him change his mind so instead he keeps her at arms length while making her THINK her feelings are requited and he pulls her strings to get her to do what he needs so that his centuries of living will have paid off. And deep deep down the man he used to be yearns to have built something real with her, to have companionship who won’t die in the blink of an eye, someone who understands this Otherness he experiences, an equal. If only the man he’d become could stand to let go of the reins in any relationship for more than like. Thirty seconds. Lol

I think this is more favorable than how I would personally word it! But yeah, I’d say he wants companionship and human connection at all, however never at the cost of true, personal vulnerability. I don’t think he’d genuinely want an equal relationship, because that would necessitate putting himself within someone else’s power.

I also don’t think he’s necessarily been burned in the sense of giving many relationships a chance with any sort of emotional openness. Like we see him resolve to not do that in Demon in the Wood, where he’s like twelve. That’s basically the entire purpose of that story! While he’s definitely grown more and more jaded and uh insane in his white knuckle need for control and emotional self-mastery, I think that’s through realizing that he’s never been as guarded as he’d like to be. And I’d read that gradual excising of all emotional weakness a deliberate thing, where each time he’s realized that he’s grown to care about something/someone despite himself and being royally pissed about it until he finally calcified into the piece of work we see in canon!

Taking all that into account, I wouldn’t say I personally interpret him as having a conscious desire for an equal relationship of any sort? He can only feel secure in a dynamic where he has all of the power, and is therefore not in danger of any sort of hurt or vulnerability. But through that intense repression, I think he also ends up not being in control as both confounding and tantalizing. Hence him outrage spiraling SO HARD at Alina being nothing like he wanted her to be, and not nearly as in love with him as he is obsessed with her.

Anyway, that’s not even getting into how he went through an unknown amount of his immortality completely under his mother’s thumb and has possibly the worst case of mommy issues known to man. Frankly, I think the total control thing is overcompensation for always being stuck as the child, or at the very least never an equal, in his oldest and most important relationship.

That is to say, for all his bluster, I think he would immediately fall to pieces if Alina patted him on the head and called him a good boy. Which itself isn’t the same as having a desire for an equal relationship, as opposed to desiring (again in like a repressed and probably repulsed way!) the same strict power dynamic to simply be reversed.

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