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hottpinkpenguin · 1 year

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"Just because all the others never showed you love doesn't mean no one ever will." This one with the Darkling with angst to fluff? Like maybe he keeps pushing the reader away because he's new to affection and doesn't know what to do?

A/n: this request felt so spot on for our favored tortured villain <3 thank you for the message anon!!

Darkling X Reader Word Count: 1656 | Warnings: not proofread, brief mentions of battle, hints at past abuse if you squint, super angst turns to tooth-rotting fluff

Note: dorogoy is the Russian for 'sweetheart' “Leave us.”

The Black General strode in, his eyes murderous and his fists balled at his sides. Despite the warm summer night, the chill in his voice was enough to send a shiver up everyone’s spine. The two Healers rose from the sides of your cot where they’d been tending your injuries. They bowed quickly and kept their eyes glued to the ground as they scuttled out of the tent, leaving you and the Darkling alone.

When the sounds of the retreating Healers’ footsteps had been swallowed in the gentle murmur of the camp outside, his eyes finally met yours. He looked as if he were about to break apart, his body practically abuzz with barely contained rage.

“Aleks, I’m fine,” you chided him, rolling your eyes at his dramatics. “It’s just a burn. I’ll survive.”

Darkness blossomed around him, swallowing the dim candlelight on the inside of your tent. His jaw was clenched so tightly you worried he’d break a tooth, the veins in his forehead pulsing as he tried to regain control of himself. You’d seen his power a thousand times, but even still it startled you. You smoothed your face into a mask of calm, refusing to show him your instinctual fear.

“You almost died, dorogy.” He sank down on the edge of your cot as the shadows receded into him like water soaks into a sponge. “You are decidedly not fine.”

You smiled at him, shifting slightly to make room for him on the cot next to you. He was watching you, his eyes drinking you in. You could hear his next question before he even asked it.

“Are the Healers treating you fairly?” The whisper of a threat hung off Aleksander’s words. You knew that his fear was that the other Grisha would shun you because of his affection for you. A fear you’d tried to quell a thousand times before. If only he knew how terrified the others were of hurting you, of disappointing you, or of otherwise mistreating you…

You reached out, running your fingertips lightly along the back of his hand. He watched you, waiting for an answer.

“They’re treating me perfectly,” you assured him emphatically. “I have everything I need.”

He didn’t respond immediately, transfixed by the circular patterns you wove along the back of his hand. His eyes glazed over, his shoulders dropping slightly as he let the facade of the Black General relax in your presence. You watched him carefully, wondering how he managed to maintain such composure and control in the midst of battle. You’d seen him out there, on the battlefield: an avenging angel, all rage and cruelty, his black kefta fluttering like a flag, cutting down wave after wave of Fjerdan. He’d barely flinched, barely shown any sign of his powers draining him. It filled you with a strange combination of sorrow, pride, and lust.

“Aleks?” Your voice, though quiet and gentle, snapped the moment like a dry twig. He looked up at you expectantly. “Are you alright?”

You could tell as soon as the words left your lips that you’d said something wrong. He recoiled away from you as if he were the one that had been burned. His eyes widened in a mixture of shock and horror, followed immediately by self-loathing. You reached out, but not quick enough. He rose from the cot, stepping away from you.

“How can you ask that of me? After what you saw today? After what I put you through? You want to know if I am alright?” His composure was unraveling, his dark eyes turning into bottomless pits of fury with nowhere to go but inward. He’d once told you that the most unexpected part of living so long was the extent to which he had come to loathe himself. You hadn’t understood it then, but now you caught a glimpse of just how deep Aleksander’s malice towards himself actually went.

The shadows sprung from his fingers with ease, devouring the tent’s light and swarming around you like bees. The air around you crackled with their presence, although they didn’t touch you. Across the tent, consumed by a darkness so complete he almost vanished entirely, Aleksander shook with the explosive force of his power. His chin was tipped back and his mouth open as if screaming, although the only thing pouring out of his throat was more darkness. His eyes lost their whites, now just two blackened sockets, lifeless and unholy-looking.

Terror seized you. Your heart jolted as adrenaline ricocheted through your veins. You knew Aleksander would never hurt you, although you weren’t sure how much of the man you loved was still with you in that tent.

You called out to him, but somehow your voice vanished in the space between you two. As if you’d been plunged underwater, your scream sounded distorted and dull. Aleksander didn’t even flinch.

Wincing through the pain, you flung your legs over the edge of the cot. The shadows made way for you like a river parts around rocks. The hairs on the back of your arms and neck stood up straight, your instincts screaming at you to run! Leave! Kill him! Get out!

Summoning your strength and with a sharp inhale, you forced your legs to hold your weight as you stood. The burns that climbed up the left side of your body from your kneecap to your jaw felt white hot, but you grit your teeth against the urge to pass out and took a shaky step forward. Again, the shadows pouring out of Aleksander moved to allow your passage. A distant part of you idly wondered what the rest of the camp could see, if anything, of the spectacle unfolding around you.

Your feet almost slipped out from under you in the damp grass. Your reflexes dulled by exhaustion and pain, you lost your balance and pitched forward. You struck out with your arms to brace your fall, twisting your face away from the direction of impact. There was a moment of free fall before you felt strong arms catching you, artfully avoiding your burns.

Aleksander lifted you easily off your feet in a sweeping motion. You didn’t open your eyes until you felt your back settle against the cot. When you did, a familiar face hovered over you. All trace of his shadows gone, all you saw now was a man. A leader, a saint maybe, a King certainly: but a man still, exhausted and confused.

Before he had a chance to speak, you pressed a finger to his lips. Your head was spinning with pain, but you forced yourself to stay present.

“I’m not afraid of you, Aleks,” you insisted. You held his gaze defiantly, challenging him to argue with you. For once in his stubborn life, he held his tongue and let you finish. “I don’t resent you for who you are. I don’t fight because you command me as my general, or even because you ask me as my lover. I fight beside you because I love you, and I believe in what we’re doing.”

For all his wisdom, you knew that there were parts of your heart that Aleksander would never understand. You’d accepted as much a long time ago. But you’d be damned if you let him rip himself apart over it.

He swallowed thickly, as if trying to take in what you’d told him.

“I don’t… understand. How you can feel that way. About… someone like me. Someone who is what I am. There’s… sometimes-most of the time- it doesn’t seem like there’s enough left of me to love.” You let him finish, his words coming out chopped and halting. It seemed to take almost as much out of him as his powers did, and the sincerity with which he spoke made you smile gently. When he was finished, you reached up and cupped his cheek, your thumb carefully tracing the ragged volcra scar that bisected his cheek.

“Aleks. Just because all the others never showed you love doesn’t mean no one ever will.”

You watched as his memory clicked into place, recognizing the very words he’d said to you the night he’d finally gotten you to tell him about the others. The men before him. The ones who’d tried and failed to love you, and the ones who’d only wanted to hurt you. Those had been the words he’d said, and the reason you’d fallen in love with him. You hadn’t realized how long you’d been waiting to give those words back to him.

He marveled at you for a moment as if seeing you for the first time before he spoke. “I wasn’t talking about any others,” he said quietly.

You shook your head, smiling. “Of course you were,” you answered. “The other lives, the other versions of yourself. That’s all you talk about because it’s all you know. You’ve lived with yourself for so long you’ve forgotten that there’s any way to feel about yourself but hatred.”

You let your hand drop, a sudden wave of exhaustion crashing over you. He noticed, catching your hand halfway down and guiding it to the top of your sheets.

“Dorogoy,” he started, hesitating a moment on the pet name he’d given you. “Where have you been all my lives?”

You beamed at him, finally hearing a break in the tension of his voice. He smiled back - not a broad smile, but enough to touch his eyes.

“Right here, Aleks,” you replied as you let your eyes drift closed for sleep.

You didn’t let yourself fully succumb to rest until you felt his warmth lay down next to you, his arms ever so carefully snaking around your torso. He tucked you closer to him, and you buried your head in his neck, breathing in the scent and the feel of him. You felt yourself slide off into sleep just as he started singing you an old Ravkan lullaby…

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penelope97 · 1 year

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Let me carry the hatred of this world. 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. But soon...Soon 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? I will save myself.

#sab spoilers #shadow and bone spoilers #the darkling #alina starkov #shadow and bone #shadowandboneedit #darklina #darklinaedit #darklinadaily #userstream #benbarnesedit #jessiemeiliedit #ben barnes #jessie mei li #netflix #requested by anon

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editingwonderland · 6 months

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❥ 300x300 space-themed eclipse the darkling (archie) icons / requested by @totaleclipse573

please reblog if saved ☆

#eclipse the darkling #sonic #sth #sonic the hedgehog #archie sonic #eclipse the darkling icons #sth icons #sonic archie icons #sonic icons #300x300 #my edits #my icons #requests

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totaleclipse573 · 5 months

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Can I make an art request of Shadow hanging Eclipse by the leg after a failed pounce attack?

He mad >:(

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kittkattys · 9 months

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If it's okay and not too much trouble, can I make a art request of Espio and Eclipse? Maybe Eclipse was too annoying again and Espio is ready to murder him, lol

I'm betting on Espio to win, you know, just in case

#doodle request #eclipse whipple #espio chaotix #terios whipple #venice whipple #eclipse the darkling #espio the chameleon #silver the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #personality swap au #just a silly doodle #ask box

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thesecretgossipdiary · 9 months

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↳ request: enemies to lovers ft. ben barnes & leighton meester

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fandomscompilation · 11 months

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Life over death (The Darkling x Reader) Part Three

Fandom: Grishaverse

Pairing: Alexander Morozova x Reader

Warnings: implied being kidnapped and tortured, mentions of injuries, drüskelle, intimidation tactics

A/N: Another part is here! General meeting Reader. From the next parts the fic will be written in first person, because I feel more comfortable and it turns out better. Let me know what you think or if you have any tips for the continuation. Remember requests are open!

Gif is not mine!

"General." A panting Inferni ran up to the General and his Oprichnik. "There's a group of Grisha outside." The man frowned confused.

"And?" He prompted the young boy who blinked quickly. He was one of the younger Grisha and as any other he was intimidated by his General.

"They.. um, it seems they run from the drüskelle. But they don't seem to trust us, said they'll wait for someone else." He informed looking from the man to the other one.

"Did they say who?" The General asked already moving to head outside.

"No. They only said they would not move inside without her. Whoever she is." His words made him even more confused. His Grisha came back to The Little Palace and didn't trust their own. And yet they waited for some woman?

He walked out to the courtyard and immediately noticed the group. They were huddled in the center, staying close to each other. He knew some of their faces, saw them around the Palace, they were gone for weeks now. One of the young men seemed to stand in front of the others. He was the only one not to glance to the gates.

"General." He nodded when the man finally reached them. His eyes scanned them once again. From up close he noticed the injuries. He clenched his jaw before looking back to the boy.

"Why are you not heading in?" He asked with curiousity and authority.

"We refuse to walk in without one of ours." He said confidently making the General raise a brow. "She was the one to save us, we'll wait here."

"She? Just one woman saved you from captivity?" His question was met with silence from the man in front of him.

"She took on eight of them." A girl from behind said with a small smile. "She's a Saint." Her voice was full of amazement towards the unknown saviour.

"Don't be ridiculous." Another boy snapped with irritation. "Just because she's quick to kill doesn't mean we should worship her."

"Believe what you want, Pavel. But we all saw what she can do." She snapped back with a huff.

Before the General could ask further about the mysterious woman a horse could be heard. They all turned to watch a woman clad in grey ride in. She stopped just a step behind the group before dismounting the grey horse. She walked up to stand beside the young man and facing the General. His eyes were focused on her already. He took note of each detail. The jewelry she wore, only golden rings. The silver lining on her cloak. The weird feeling he got when she neared him.

"Who are you?" He asked in his commanding voice. He was showing authority, the General everyone feared and respected. But she only smiled lightly.

"You do not know me." Her voice carried over the courtyard like a melody. "I am not one of yours."

"Show me your face." The General hissed loosing his patience with each minute. He did not like the open show she was putting on. An unknown Grisha entering his grounds and already having his people dote on her.

"As you wish." She nodded reaching up to her hood. Her hair flowed over her back, even after the long journey they looked flawless. Her eyes sparkled with amusement. Her lips stretched in a light smile. "The name's Y/N."

"You saved them?" He nodded to the group beside her. Her eyes fell to the Grisha and she send them a comforting smile, one a mother would to a child.

"I simply led them home." Her soft spoken words made something stirr inside him. He didn't like the unknown feeling.

"Lead them to the Healers. Feed them and let them rest." The General said to his Oprichnik who stood behind him. "And you, follow me. We'll have a talk."

He turned walking back into the Palace. She waved at the group and followed his steps. Her feet were silent, but he could hear her cloak swish behind her.

Her eyes wandered around the walls, taking note of each door and window. She was smart enough to count all the escape routes if it came to using one. His doors were guarded by Squallers and she spared them a glance to size her situation.

"How did you avoid my testers?" Was the first question he asked when the doors closed behind them. She hummed lightly looking around his office.

"I didn't. My powers weren't there when I was of age." Her words caused a slight panic to raise within him. No one became Grisha overnight.

"What do you mean?" His voice was still cold, even though she sensed the hint of confusion.

"I mean exactly what you fear, General." Her eyes finally met his gaze. He could see the darkness inside. She was not the innocent woman she seemed to be. There was knowledge to her gaze and he started to wonder if she was like him. If she could turn out to be his most loyal ally, or if she would be his greatest enemy. Slowly he walked to stand close to her, it did not intimidate her.

"Give me your arm." His words brought a sweet chuckle from her. But before he could reach out she grabbed his hand.

He felt it. The burning in his veins, like that day. Yet it did not irritate him like before. This time around he felt power, pure and unbreakable power flowing from her hand into his very own soul. He knew that feeling, he felt it before.

"You're no ordinary amplifier, are you?" He asked while she stepped back from him. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of his office.

"Do you think I'd willingly come to you if I was?" He eyed her carefully while all she did was stand there like he could not hurt her, no matter how much he tried. "I'm much more than your Grisha. I'm more than you and your creation. I'm all you fear and dream of. I can be your salvation or death. For I'm everything here and in between."

"How is this possible?" The General asked frowning. For the first time in centuries his stomach twisted in fear.

"The world demands balance. You ruined it ages ago, Black Heretic." He straightened his back ready to threaten her for even suggesting it. "I should thank you actually. If not your doings I would not be reborn with the chance for revenge."

They stood facing each other. Him, a man that was feared by others. Someone with the power to cut the world apart. Her, a woman that came from nowhere. Someone that was ready to burn the world down, only for a moment of peace.

"Welcome to The Little Palace, Y/N." He said after few seconds and the smile she gave made him want to say it over and over again. The General felt even closer to achieving his dream with this mysterious woman filled by power.

#fanfiction #writing #fanfic #grishaverse #the darkling x reader #alexander morozova #general kirigan #life over death fanfic #requests are open

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a-reverii · 7 months

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Hi–!!! Can I request an angst-to-fluff with Aleks? As we all know our dark general is a grumpy man, so maybe he's really busy and has been neglecting her and the reader wants to spend some time with him but it ends with Aleksander losing it and just snapping at the reader. And then Aleksander felt really guilty about it and he knew he had to apologize (he tried) but the reader was so inconsolable to the point where he grovels ( I love men who grovel) and it ends with fluff. Thank you!

ooo yes, i love this idea!! hurt/comfort or angst-to-fluff fics, i must admit, i have a huge soft spot for!! (as i do with men who grovel...) anyway, you can find the fic right here!

—( reverii )

#my : requests #my : inbox #my : asks #reverii replies #the darkling x reader #aleksander kirigan x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #general kirigan x reader

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barbarianbookhoe · 1 month

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Requests are open!!!

My wonderful insomniac rascals!

The request-train is open from today, between 9am-6pm CET, and closing on April 30th at 10pm CET.

What I will write:

Fem or gender neutral reader

Og character YOU can come up with (if you want to)

Angst

Fluff

Reference to smut (but not actual smut!)

Other themes (sad, funny or filler stories, etc.)

Who I write for:

Kaz Brekker

Jesper Fahey

Nikolai Lantsov

The Darkling

Send any ideas you want to see, and I'll make sure you get to read it soon!

Happy holidays my lovely fools! <3

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kittenbradensgf · 3 months

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sooo funny how a year or so ago i was fervently defending the darkling on here who is truly the staple of a YA villain where the villain isn’t even that wrong and now? well im just a full blown tommy shelby stan. it seems that fiction truly is fiction. evil men will stay evil idk. i still love them. morality is whatever. yes i will defend tommy too wdym he killed innocents and was the worst possible husband imaginable.

#still find darkling antis soooo funny #they’d combust if they knew the problematic behaviours i was defending and babygirlifying #people need to stop watching things made for teens i think is the moral #or at least stop taking them that seriously #have fun with it. have a favourite war criminal. a favourite weirdo murderer gang leader man idk #once again requesting all crows stans watch peaky blinders your curse of being obsessed with a terrible media shall be lifted #hmm lets tag this then #the darkling #aleksander morozova #shadow and bone #six of crows #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy i hate you but i love you and i am SO glad that most of the fandom is the same and not strange and puritanical #im not sure if you can be puritanical in the PB fandom though when the source material is. Like That #pointedly ignoring the alpha male sode of it though it does make for a funny image #imagine if people made alpha male darkling edits

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hottpinkpenguin · 1 year

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kirigan one shot, where the reader(fem) treats his face wounds and he feels at ease becuz for some reason her gift releases him from his pain, he cries(sobbing)all leading up to a very sad yet soft, fluffy end. as much as I hate him, I feel like the man just desperately needs a hug from someone

A/n: he really does need a hug, and i totally volunteer. thanks for the request anon!!

Darkling X Grisha GN!Reader Word Count: 2769 Warnings: mild mentions of blood

You held your hands over the boy’s ghastly leg wound, the flesh underneath stitching itself together slowly. His broken, chesty sobs slowed as you poured your gift onto his wound. You felt the toll an entire day of healing was taking on you, but the boy on the stretcher beneath you was too young to turn away. His blue eyes softened as you heard the bone snap back into place, his ankle turning to its correct angle. You focused, your head beginning to ring and swim with exhaustion as you channeled the Small Science down to his leg. Nearby, you heard his parents begin to pray over you, his mother weeping noisily.

When the wound was completely closed up and the worst of the bruising faded, you dropped your hands and let go of the grip on your powers. You had to steady yourself on the edge of the bed to keep from falling. Your vision was dotted with white, your ears sounded like they’d been filled with cotton. You heard your cousin Donovan usher the family out of your Healer’s tent as the parents profusely thanked him, trying to offer him their money, a goat, and whatever precious items that could think of.

You sank onto the bed, dabbing at the sweat on your brow as you fought off a wave of dizziness. Your breath was ragged like you’d just run for miles. The destruction left by the group of mercenaries that had torn through the bordertown had felt never ending, but you were grateful to know the boy was the last person who’d need your services. You’d need to sleep for days to recover.

“Y/n, there’s one more.”

You could hear the apology in Donovan’s voice when he spoke. He’d poked his head in through the tent flap, dark bags under his eyes.

You shook your head, guilt-ridden. “Donovan, I can’t, I’m sorry. Please ask one of the other Healers.”

“He asked for you specifically.” Something about Donovan’s voice grabbed you. You looked at him, questions swirling in your eyes. He only tilted his head at you meaningfully before stepping aside.

A tall man clad in dark robes stepped into your tent. His eyes were so dark you couldn’t see his pupils, his hair the color of obsidian, with four ragged black scars traversing his handsome face. Something about him was so… familiar.

You tried to rise from the bed, but your legs wobbled and you felt yourself pitch forward.

The stranger reacted quickly and agilely, leaping forward to catch you before you hit the ground.

“You’re exhausted,” he observed. His voice sounded dark and heavy with a sorrow that hovered around him like a fog.

He helped you back onto the cot, its surface damp with sweat and blood from the day’s patients. The dark-eyed stranger looked around the tent, surveying the scene with intent eyes. Finally, his gaze found yours again.

“I’m sorry to have bothered you,” he announced gallantly. “I can see you’ve done enough for one day.”

He turned, his black robes whirling around him with a dramatic flourish. You caught a fleeting glance of his side profile: a straight nose, strong jaw, dark brows framing darker eyes. Proud mouth with a slight downturn at the corners.

General Kirigan.

Recognition slammed into you like a freight train. You’d only seen him once before and from afar, but you’d never forget. But he was dead, wasn’t he? Your mind went blank for a moment as you watched him move towards the open flap on your tent.

“Wait!”

He hesitated at the edge of your tent, half turning back to you.

“General?” Your voice was small and questioning.

He turned fully back to you, the lamplight illuminating those ghastly scars across his face. The flesh at the seam of the wounds was discolored, as if the marks were poisoned. You’d never seen scars like that before.

He gave you a small, bashful smile, dropping his gaze.

“Aleksander will do nicely,” he answered you. It was him.

“But… the Fold? We… I thought you were dead…” Your voice trailed off as you realized how silly you sounded. Why should General Kirigan care what an untrained Healer at the edge of Ravka thought of his fate?

But, much to your surprise, he walked back towards you with a polite smile, his courtly manners on full display.

“For a moment, so did I.” The smile turned sour on his lips, leaving behind a mangled looking grimace. You felt his heartbeat stutter in his chest, your powers attuned to him like a magnet. You tried to find something to say, your mind still reeling from the shock of finding Ravka’s most famous Grisha in your lowly tent.

Whatever momentary reverie he’d been swept up in, he surfaced quickly and regained his footing. The flash of pain you’d seen in his expression smoothed back into a mask of graciousness.

“But, as you can see, I survived. Although… these scars.” His hand came to his face, barely touching the largest, deepest gash that stretched from his right temple across his nose and down the smooth plane of his left cheek. He winced at the contact, however light. “They… pain me. I was told your powers are… up to the task.”

You blinked dumbly for a moment as his words sank in.

“You… came here for me?” The notion seemed impossible, but the Black General nodded.

“I did.” No explanation, no answer to the million questions running through your head. You wondered where to start. What to ask.

You hesitated a few moments before you realized you were talking to a patient. The famed Shadow Summoner, yes. But a patient still.

You stood quickly from the cot, adrenaline surging through your exhausted body just enough to keep you upright. You had the wherewithal to be embarrassed by the conditions of the tent. You yanked the stained sheets off the cot, balling them in your hands.

“I’m so sorry,” you spluttered, shoving the sheets into a corner of the tent. You had no new ones to add to the cot, and very little in the way of creature comforts to offer to notable guests. For his part, the General didn’t seem to mind, his eyes following you as you bustled about, straightening the pillows on the bare mattress and trying to brush down the stray hairs that had broken loose from your braids, curling at the temples from the humid summer night and your own exertion.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” he assured you kindly. You beckoned to the mattress once it was as presentable as you could make it. Aleksander sat on it without hesitation, that same genteel smile on his handsome face. “There’s often no time for the niceties when our powers are needed.”

Your curiosity was piqued by his comment, but you were too flustered to ask anything of it. He adjusted on the squeaky mattress, remaining upright with his hands clasped in his lap. You pulled a stool over from the corner of the tent and placed it next to his right leg, balancing your weight on it.

“What needs healing?” you asked, retreating to your role of Healer in order to escape your own embarrassment.

He gestured to the scars again. You swallowed thickly, examining them carefully and trying to avoid his gaze. He studied you intently, his expression calm and unreadable.

“I’ve never seen scars like this,” you admitted. “I don’t know how to heal these.”

He nodded, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. “They are from a Volcra,” he offered by way of explanation, noting the shock on your face. “I do indeed doubt that you’ve seen scars like these before. Whether your gifts work or not, I would be much obliged if you were to try.”

You nodded earnestly, wiping your hands on the front of the nurses apron you wore. Although you didn’t use the conventional tools of a doctor, you found that people trusted you when you looked more like what they expected. You’d never been trained as a Grisha for the Second Army anyways, so you had no red Kefta to wear like the Healers of Kirigan’s ranks.

You let your mind loosen its grip on the nerves as you felt yourself sink into the role of Healer. Kirigan nodded at you, sensing the change in tone as you lifted your hands to the side of his face.

You tapped into the well of your powers that sat at the center of your chest. You had to reach deep, your reserves sapped from the day. But you felt it, the warm energy of the Small Science, and grasped it. With effortful concentration, you pushed the energy up into your shoulders and down the length of your arms into your palms and fingers. Then, you launched it into the space between your fingertips and the General’s face, allowing the Small Science to do the rest. For several moments, nothing happened. The black scars stared back at you unchanged. You dug deeper, pulling all the healing energy you could find buried in you and forcing it into your hands. You were trembling by the end of it, the attempt completely draining you.

“Here. Let me help you.” You watched with confusion as Aleksander lifted his hands from his lap, until his fingertips barely touched your exposed wrists. As his skin made contact with yours, you felt a new dimension of energy open up to you. Like you’d been standing on the other side of a veil, the force of your powers tripled in a surge of warmth.

You struggled with the extra effort of channeling the new powers, your concentration narrowing to nothing but your hands and the scars. You felt the power pulse with the inhale and exhale of your own breath, and after a few surges you began to see the skin around Aleksander’s scars start to mend itself. Like wind wiping away ridges in sand, the scars slowly shrunk, one excruciating millimeter at a time.

Even with whatever added power Aleksander had gifted you by his touch, you felt your body begin to tire. Your head started to pound, your eyelids becoming heavy.

Aleksander must have noticed too, because he very gently pulled your hands away from his face after a few more moments of effort. When the distance between your hands and his face was too great for your powers to traverse, you felt your body crumple in an exhausted heap on the stool. You let your head hang heavy, your chest heaving. You closed your eyes, breathing through the dull roar in your ears.

You weren’t sure how long passed - probably only a few breaths. Your awareness came back slowly. You slowly lifted your head, your eyes coming to focus on Aleksander’s face. He hadn’t moved from his seat on the bare mattress at the center of the tent, and you noted with a swell of pride that his scars were noticeably smaller and less disfiguring.

It took you a second to realize that there were tears pooling in his dark eyes. One loosed itself and traced a slow trail down his unmarred cheek. He was looking at you with a mixture of awe and gratitude, a new smile on his lips.

“What was that?” you asked bluntly, looking at his hands. “What did you do?”

“Nothing you couldn’t do yourself,” he replied cryptically. His voice sounded lighter. “I just gave you a boost to reach the full strength of your powers.”

You couldn’t hazard a guess as to what that meant, or how to interpret what you’d just experienced. Your attention was turning elsewhere as another tear sprang free from his eyes.

“Normally people stop crying after I’ve healed them,” you observed quietly. “Have I hurt you?”

His expression turned somber and serious, the gentle smile melting from his lips.

“No, y/n. You didn’t hurt me. Quite the opposite, actually. I can’t remember the last time I felt this way. I feel almost… free.”

You weren’t sure if it was the fatigue or the weight in Aleksander’s voice, but your heart ached at his words. Acting on an instinct, you leaned forward and brushed away a teardrop with your thumb against his jawline. You pulled back hesitantly, afraid you’d crossed a line. Aleksander’s hand caught yours. You felt your powers rumbling in response to whatever magic lived in his skin, your heart skipping a beat as he held your hand to his cheek.

“I’d ask if we could stay a while. Please.”

You swallowed, uncertain for a moment. You could only imagine what Donovan and the other Healers you traveled with along the Ravkan border would think. Donovan certainly would have told everyone within earshot about who was in your tent by now, if they hadn’t seen the Black General themselves. What would they think if he lingered too long?

You watched as Aleksander’s expression turned from pleading to naked desperation and immediately made your decision. You nodded, unable to deny him a small comfort he so desperately needed.

His eyes fluttered closed as he nodded gratefully. “Thank you,” he breathed out, nuzzling his cheek against the palm of your hand. “No need to go further,” he added, following your train of thought to the questions you were too afraid to ask. “I’m not asking for your body. Just your presence.”

You felt yourself relax as the sincerity of Aleksander’s words wrapped around you. You let your thumb stroke gently back and forth along the plane of his cheek. His eyes were still closed, and you saw him continue to breathe deeply.

“What brought you here?” you asked cautiously after a few moments of quiet.

His eyes opened gently, and you were once again struck by how very dark his irises were.

“I found myself in need of a Healer with skills beyond just mending flesh. Rumor of your talents reached me. And I was…” His voice trailed off, his eyes glazing over as he became lost in thought for a moment. “I was out of options. These scars aren’t the only wounds I suffered in the Fold.”

You nodded as if you understood, although in truth you didn’t. You’d heard from some of your past patients that you were more than just a Healer, but you never knew what to make of those statements, so you’d always dismissed them as expressions of gratitude. Most of your patients were otkazat'sya - non-Grisha - so it was particularly easy to explain away their superstitions about your powers. To hear it from the Black General made your mind reel. You tried to tamp down the selfish part of you that was itching to ask more.

“I’m glad I could help,” you stammered out blandly. Aleksander sighed, leaning against your hand for one more moment before he smiled and began to rise from the cot.

“I won’t keep you, I can see how exhausted you are.” You rose along with him, trailing after him like a nervous puppy as he made to move towards the tent flap.

“Those scars aren’t completely healed,” you observed. “I could accompany you, General. If you’d like.” You were astounded by your own boldness, and you weren’t sure if you offered because of how devastatingly handsome he was or because you sensed how deeply he needed your powers.

He hesitated at the edge of your tent, turning back to face you with a pained look of regret on his face.

“A kind offer,” he replied softly. “But one I can’t accept, I’m afraid.”

You interrupted his exit again, a restless energy inside you imploring him not to leave. “Why not?”

He didn’t stop this time, although you heard his quiet answer perfectly clear. “I have a knack for ruining beautiful things, and I would not wish such a fate on you.”

General Kirigan vanished into the warm summer night like a shadow. His visit had been so fleeting and unusual that you questioned whether you’d dreamt the whole thing in some sort of exhausted fever dream. It wasn’t until the following week, when you received a fresh set of bedsheets and new nurse’s apron from a mysterious donor, that you began to believe your own memory. There was a note tucked into the sheets, written on crisp parchment paper in the darkest ink you’d ever seen:

For the healer who mends more than what can be seen

You saved the note, if only to prove to yourself that it hadn’t been a dream after all…

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hello! could you do a few headcanons on being zoya's little sister and falling in love with genya, please? like, zoya isn't happy at first, but eventually supports you? thanks anyway!

𝐙𝐨𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, half-Suli, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: thank you so much for your patience. I’m sorry this took me so long.

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🌿ESFJ 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Neutral Good 🔮Saggitarius Sun, Gemini Moon, Aries Rising

・Zoya despised Genya; she thought the red-head was pompous; that she didn’t deserve to call herself Grisha. Harsh, I know. So that’s why you were so hesitant to tell your sister about your relationship.

・You had met Genya while at the Little Palace. You were sent a year after Zoya, your older sister to whom you had a rocky relationship with.

・Trying your best to take the topic of the King out of Genya’s mind

・Getting truly upset when she tells you what happens with him. You have a rush of emotions and it takes all your will-power not to march to the King’s quarters and kill him.

・Genya only told you because she didn’t want to keep a secret from you

・Sneaking into Genya’s room (she doesn’t have any roommates.)

・Although Genya is a tad emotionally stunted...

・Genya loves kissing your neck; love bites, hickies

・Little dates amongst the grounds. You both really like nature, so you have a lot of picnics

・Making fun of the King and Queen

・Being suspicious of the Darkling since he makes Genya be so close to the King, knowing what he does

・Massaging Genya’s scalp

・And her shoulders (she gets stressed easily)

・Seeing a different side to her then others do

・Everyone accepts her a bit more when you and Zoya show her kindness

・She has so much love for you that it feels overwhelming. Her heart constantly feels full whenever she thinks of you.

・Flirty as fck with you

・You wanted Genya to know that you’d always be in her corner, so you went public with your relationship.

・Zoya ... was ... ugh... pissed.

“Her? Out of every Grisha, you chose HER?”

“Zoya please, watch your mouth,” you warned. Knowing that she would be angry, you were ready for a fight.

・Zoya gave you the silent treatment

・But Genya couldn’t love you any more than she did in that moment

・Zoya going to Genya and having a talk with her

“If you hurt my sister, you’ll wish for death after I’m done with you.”

“If I hurt Y/N, I’ll beg you to kill me anyway.”

・Genya using her tailoring powers on Zoya to sweeten her up

・She wants to gift you so many things, but doesn’t have a lot of money. You don’t want, nor expect anything. You just love her company.

・Relationship Tropes:

✧ Pure Lookin’ (but hella shady) (you) x Scary Lookin’ (but actually a softie) (genya)

✧ Awkward Friends Pining For Each Other

✧ Always Ready To Throw Down For One Another

・You love it when she uses her power on you. Genya always says you don’t need it, but you love how easy she makes a makeup look.

・It took a while but Zoya eventually came around. Her stubbornness turned into kindness.

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