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komoboko · 5 months

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𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

ft: tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, kanao tsuyuri, genya shinazugawa

no nezuko as I can only see her platonically, sorry !! :(

# tanjiro ! ☆

Somehow, TANJIRO becomes even more of a sweetheart then he already is. He’s considerate and he’s such a thoughtful person that it would be hard not to fall for his accidental charm

Tanjiro tends to linger close to you when he starts to fall for you. It takes him some time to understand why but he knows he treasures you as a person and likes your company dearly. His hands tend to gravitate towards yours but he’s always quick to retract them, it’s then when he realizes that he truly has a crush.

Zenitsu and Inosuke pester him about this heavily. Zenitsu always complains about Tanjiro being so secretive about the person he’s fallen for, as inosuke gives him horrible advice. As his first response was “I SAY CHALLENGE THEM TO A FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!” As for the best, tanjiro believes his own methods will work best.

He enjoys doing tasks for you or just helping you out in general. Whether it’s holding heavy baskets, or taking over a job you were assigned to do for the corps. Compared to others, his hugs or even small touches linger longer than others. His actions have more meaning behind them and his intentions are pure and genuine

# zenitsu ! ☆

ZENITSU is the most outgoing when he had the crush, he doesn’t try to hide his feeling either. Everybody knows he had a major crush on you, and I’m not surprised if you know as well.

He’s overly dramatic about anything and everything when he’s around you, and use even the smallest thing to cling onto you. He’ll whine if he hasn’t seen you and he’ll cling onto your arms and hold you close once he does have his sights on you. Only for him to get either scolded by Tanjiro or smacked in the back of his head by inosuke.

Not to say he isn’t over dramatic in private, but his tone is much calmer and his words are more genuine. Normally he would cling onto you with his hands, but now prefers to do it with his words. When he proclaims his love for you in public many pass it off as a joke, but in private it’s more indirect with actions and you begin to believe it’s no longer a simple joke anymore.

Zenitsu who also is the quickest to figure out his feelings for you, as it’s comes along almost immediately after he meets you for the first time. Similar to Genya is first embarrassed about how he feels, but brushes it off quickly not wanting to waste any chance that arises.

# inosuke ! ☆

Everybody knows INOSUKE had a crush on you, while they can’t point it out without him yelling at them their point still stands. It’s not like he’s trying to show the world he has a crush, he truly just doesn’t know he even has one in the first place.

It easy to point out how different he is around you compared to anybody else he surrounds himself with. He actually takes time to properly know your name, or how he’ll let you eat the food you get and then take even the smallest leftovers you have left. Most surprisingly he’ll try to somewhat improve his hygiene habits if you took the time to bug him about it enough.

In Inosuke’s mind he believes what he’s doing is normal, or at-least what he’s feeling is normal at first. In his mind your just more superior than others around you, so you’ll gain that respect from him as well. It isn’t until he finishes talking to you one day and butterflies swim in his stomach is when he thinks much differently.

He immediately visits Shinobu believing he’s sick and she’ll have to explain to him what he’s feeling. While he partially understands what she’s saying, he begins to believe it’s similar to have boars try and impress a future mate. Inosuke may even attempt to impress you with his skills as a hunter believing that will lead you into letting him out a ring on your finger, or in his mind just “keeping you by his side”.

# kanao! ☆

Nobody could really tell that KANAO truly had a crush on you. Out of anybody here, she’s able to keep to herself more compared to the others. She’s more secretive about this and her more romantic advances are much more discreet.

She’s very calm about the situation and the only small hints about her feelings come from her words and actions. Around others she is silent, she prefers to keep to herself and only truly speaks if spoken to. Around you she’s more open to emotionally express herself, she starts the conversations and her emotions are more visible as you speak.

Compared to others, Kanao is just find with spending time together. Whether you doing something together in a close proximity, or if your both doing separate things in the presence of each other she’s perfectly content.

She only really expresses her feelings to aoi, she one of the most self aware with how she feels but is unsure of how to take care of it. Only after getting help from aoi will she even attempt to pursue you, but she’ll hesitate away from even the first step and aoi will have to bug her about it constantly until she’s able to do it herself.

# genya ! ☆

GENYA is embarrassed to have a crush on you. Not that you embarrass him, but he’s embarrassed of himself for getting such heated reaction. He distanced himself from you by instinct as being somewhat near you can cause his face to go red in the beginning.

He starts off as some sort of secret admirer. He learns about you from a distance such as asking kocho for her help or opinions. With him being in the butterfly mansion often, she’s the first one to even know he has a crush and the main influence to his actions. It takes a while for him to even build up the courage to gift you something. A simple white gardenia flower placed delicately on a shelf in your room. It wasn’t anything revolutionary, but it was the thought that counts!

Through Shinobu’s encouragement, he manages to work his way up to talking with you face to face, properly. Your first conversations are shorter than he liked, as his response are quick and short, with either very few words exchanged or just him shaking his head. Overtime he’s able to open his shell, being able to grasp full length conversations, he’s able to share his thoughts and whatever on his mind he’s able to express more compared to his usual grunt of annoyance.

It doesn’t take much time for others to catch onto this either. They noticed how his tone is softer and he talks at a normal voice instead of his usual irritated yelling. His eyes are really what gives it away, how there much softer contradicting his brother, you can see the emotion he’s feeling through them. A small detail but it holds much more meaning to it. Even through his subtle ways, Genya just wants to show you how much he really cares for you.

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ghostbite0 · 1 month

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What usually triggers baby mode and what were everyone’s reactions the first time it happened? Particularly the other two babies ^^

i was planning on drawing this but i am so. so tired... so i hope this is okay!! tiny 21 trio au my beloved

Sanemi:

usually he goes Baby Mode when his emotions get carried away. 9 times out of 10 its because he's really angry and frustrated about his situation

but he will also go baby mode when he's super happy. Tengen found out he could get him to go Baby Mode via tickling him and playing with him for example

He went Baby Mode for the first time when he accidentally got himself hurt during a 'tantrum.' Sanemi accidentally hit his head, and the second Genya scrambled to make sure he was okay, he began bawling his eyes out and he dropped

Genya was worried, but once Sanemi was cheered up, he was thrilled, because it turns out Baby Sanemi is attached to him

this weirded out Giyuu and Obanai a lot-- the angry Wind Hashira was suddenly a super happy-and-go-lucky baby who drooled all over the place

they were not huge fans of Sanemi trying to play with them, though Giyuu reluctantly joined in-- only to regress into an infant mindset as well. Obanai thought he was in hell

Giyuu:

he’s having a hard time processing the attention and care he’s receiving and he just sort of drops out of nowhere

Obanai and Sanemi, being his number one haters, mock and degrade him for it via baby babble, but thats just because they struggle a LOT with the situation

they are very thrown off when Giyuu starts cooing and attempts to cuddle with them

Sanemi in particular, gets super annoyed because he keeps pawing at his face and trying to play with him

Giyuu keeps calling Obanai "baby" because he's a lot tinier. the Hashira find this hysterical

Giyuu warms up to the transition pretty fast to make things easier. he tends to go Baby Mode more voluntarily and tries to help the other two understand why its useful

Sanemi and Obanai just assume Giyuu is doing this to make himself look high and mighty, and it pisses them off. every time Giyuu goes Baby Mode around them, they spend the first minute being like "what the hell is the matter with you. jerk"

the other Hashira are grateful but a few can’t help themselves from teasing him about it. they all agree hes adorable when he regresses. Shinobu is thriving

Tanjiro and Nezuko adore Giyuu whether he's big or small, but when he's Baby Mode, he's much more willing to be held and snuggled and loved

Urokodaki cries the first time he sees Giyuu in Baby Mode. he loves his son very much

Obanai:

his first Baby Mode directly resulted from Obanai's inability to find Kaburamaru. someone (probably Tengen) makes the mistake of pulling the serpent away from the tiny baby out of fear that Kaburamaru might accidentally hurt him, and when Obanai lost sight of his familiar, he began to quietly weep

nobody noticed his cries at first, but Mitsuri quickly picked up on how curled up the baby was, and how his little body shook in distress. she quickly scooped him up and showered him in affection, not even questioning Obanai's change in mental state

as she fawned over him, the others reunited Kaburamaru with Obanai, and the two clung to each other the whole night

everyone quickly found out Obanai would involuntarily go Baby Mode for several reasons. mainly losing sight of Kaburamaru or when everyone tries to get him fed

Obanai is extremely sensitive and weepy, and the only thing that really cheers him up is words of reassurance combined with snuggles. Giyuu and Sanemi find this pretty ironic. usually Sanemi will just pat the smaller baby's head, but Giyuu will actively crawl over and hug him in an effort to help

when he has trouble eating, Sanemi and Giyuu sympathize with him, since this is a habit Big Obanai has as well. those two can actually eat fruits and mushed up baby food, but Obanai still needs to be bottle-fed (at least in the beginning). to help, the two will also drink from a bottle to show him it's okay

when they are no longer in Baby Mode, Sanemi yells that Obanai owes him. Obanai feels both insulted and shocked

he will also go Baby Mode while being taken care of Mitsuri and Rengoku. its hard not to when they're so genuine and loving

#askbites #not artbites #tiny 21 trio au #demon slayer #kny #sanemi shinazugawa fanart #iguro obanai #giyuu tomioka

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stromuprisahat · 1 month

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Beware! Potential growth's peaking out!

Siege and Storm- Chapter 11

LOL

Alina doesn't know anything the Darkling himself didn't tell her.

Forget artist!

Modern!Alina would be a member of doomsday cult!

Just... what does she built her hypotheses on? Baghra's words about Aleksander and her own fatalism?!

Frodo, halfway to Mordor:

Yeah, I shouldn't talk much about the Ring. Sam doesn't want to go to Mount Doom already. What if he turns around and bails on me? I'd have to abandon my quest alongside him...

For a person certain the world's about to end, unless she "stops" the Darkling, Alina sure lacks determination.

No, you only wanted her to inform her rapist about Darkles' plans... I'm sure that would result into heartfelt apology and her promotion from a cocksleeve to respected member of household.

Alina, repeat after me: There's nothing wrong with becoming flushed, when an attractive man touches your bare skin, especially on parts not used for casual contact. It doesn't make you a wanton whore or fallen peasant girl, and it doesn't mean you're provoking further intimacies.

Gods! I so wish to shake her or at least watch her overcome her prudish upbringing.

Thought 1- Genya might be in trouble.

Thought 2- ... and what about poor lonely Alina?!

Subtle, but I'd more appreciate spiralling due to Genya's possible fate. Alina believes the Darkling to be heartless monster and theoretically understands mechanics of offence and punishment. Yet Genya's situations is a possiblity, Alina's feelings regarding herself certainty.

Alina's sense of duty's quite something. Especially for a lowly peasant. Instead of learning, she's learning new excuses she can use to get away with bare minimum.

I don't think actually poor person with no real status (lineage AND money) would attempt such thing. She constantly treats her "betters" as nuisances, equals at best. While not perhaps actively insulting, she's hardly behaving properly. Exactly in a way that cannot be ascribed to her origin.

Perhaps Nikolai should try acting like a Royal Prince towards her sometime. Remind her of their priorities, instead of tactfully insinuating she's forgetting to be discreet about her preferences of company.

Darling, uniforms have their purpose. And it's not only to make people hate you. Sure, a lovely LITTLE pin will make it obvious, who belongs to your retinue...

I didn't want uniforms.

The uniform in itself distinguishes members of the military from civilians, but also from one another (infantry, artillery, navy, and later air force).

I've read "they" and immediately went back, because that didn't sound like Alina at all. It seems too little sleep might conjure caring heroine, yet not even that's enough for the rest of the brain to believe it.

Oh dear, how shall Tolya cope?!

Look! A place for character development! Now's the time to set up for realization the Darkling was right to require his subordinates' obedience. Yes, that incudes you, Alina...

It's shocking to see Alina act as the voice of reason. If only her perception remained at all times.

Surprisingly sound logic on Alina's part.

Sleeping under the same roof as potential assassins?!

What's the point of all these parallels or at least similar situations offering them, if Alina won't connect the dots and change her worldview?

Why should I admire Alina's courage to accept and offer protection to possible traitors without granting the same courtesy to Aleksander?

Because she's the MC? Because she's the Sun Summoner, therefore a greater target?

Yeah, and Sasha's The Black General, the most powerful Grisha alive AND a living amplifier...

She ain't completely stupid! I'm officially rooting for THIS Alina to stick around!

#Grishaverse #S&S Chapter 11 #Alina Starkov #The Darkling #Nikolai Lantsov #Malyen Oretsev #Morozova's amplifiers #Genya Safin #self centred and paranoid #grishanalyticritical #Siege and Storm #Grisha trilogy #V #books #quotes #Leigh Bardugo

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padfootagain · 10 months

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The Last Ones on Earth (I)

Chapter 1: A Mission

Hi everyone! It’s me! Mrs. No-self-control! Here I come with a new series! The concept is simple: what if the Darkling was a little less alone…

I hope you like it! Let me know what you think!

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Pairing: The Darkling x reader

Warnings for the series: mentions and depictions of violence and warfare, mentions of trauma

Warnings for the chapter: None

Summary: You and the Darkling are a team, even if no one knows it. Beyond being a team, you are the only one he trusts, and he's the only one you care about, and you're each other's true love. But if you've kept your secrets hidden for a long time, now that the Sun Summoner is fighting against you, it's time to reveal who you are, and what you are capable of...

Word Count: 5214

Masterlist for the series - The Darkling's Masterlist - Main Masterlist

It’s very dark outside, but that’s okay. You like it this way. After so many years spent by Aleksander’s side, you’re used to the shadows. You find comfort in them now.

You remember when you were a child - such a long, long time ago – you used to be afraid of the dark. You longed for daylight, moonlight, anything to pierce the black veil covering your world. You couldn’t see anything around you, the unknown was a scary place. You didn’t realize by then that the shadows were a hiding place. If you couldn’t see a thing, no one could see you either.

Besides, the dark was a place filled with stories of monsters and spells and evil creatures lurking in its midst. It was evil, against the goodness of light.

What a fool you were by then…

You’ve never gotten used to the sight of the Fold. You should have, it’s been here for such a long time now. Still, you struggle with the view of it as you stare at the darkness by the window: the sharp edges of its unpalpable wall, the shouts that struggle to get out of it, to escape.

It’s a prison, in a way. You want to make it a key towards freedom…

“Are you certain that this is a good idea?”

Aleksander’s voice is deeper than usual; low and cold but you know him enough to identify the worry that’s there too. He sounds almost afraid. You know he’s terrified, actually.

It’s a rare emotion to hear in his voice, and you turn to look at him at the sound. He’s standing in the middle of the room, gaze lost on a map splayed on the table at the centre. You know he doesn’t see any of the lines, any of the names or letters traced in black ink. The light is too low, only a torch and the fireplace, painting strange shapes in red and gold over the furniture, the walls, his tall frame…

You walk across the room, steps slow and measured, trying to be quiet, as if not to scare him away. As if he could ever walk away from you…

You don’t speak until you’re standing by his side. You lean against the table, your back against the wooden furniture, so you can stare at him. He doesn’t turn his black eyes towards you though. He’s too lost in thought, or perhaps he’s fleeing your gaze. You’re not sure. It doesn’t really matter, anyway.

“We don’t have a choice,” you speak in a soothing voice, crossing your arms before your chest. “They won’t let you go anywhere near Alina. But they don’t know who I am. We know they’ve taken Genya and David in. Probably others too. They could want to take me in too. I can try and get closer, close enough to talk with her.”

“And if you can’t convince her?”

“It doesn’t matter. It will give you time to access Keramzin undetected. And I’ll make sure she joins us, whether she likes it or not.”

“She will try to kill you.”

You notice the way his fits clench by his side, so tightly you’re pretty sure it hurts. His knuckles have gone ivory with the strength of his gesture, even if his voice didn’t falter. You reach for his hand, and he lets you slip your fingers between his.

After all this time, it still feels the same. The rush of his amplifying powers coursing through your veins. The callous pads of his fingers brushing against your knuckles and sending shivers down your spine. The warmth of his palm soothing you, making your heart skip a beat…

You know he feels the same. You see it in the way his hold on your hand is tender, in the way his shoulders drop ever so slightly, in the way his gaze shifts in your direction, without looking at you. He’s averting his gaze still. It’s alright. You’re used to it.

“I’ve survived more perilous situations.”

“Because I was here.”

“Don’t take all the merit. I’m incredible.”

He lets out a shaky breath, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. There was a time when he would have offered you a full laughter at that remark. It was a long time ago, when you were young, and too naïve for this world. When you still believed there was a peaceful way out of all this…

“I will be cautious,” you tell him, and your voice sounds like a promise, your tone makes him tighten his hold on your hand. “I will come back to you in one piece.”

“You’d better. Or you’ll have me to deal with.”

“I’m sure I should be terrified of the Darkling’s punishment, but I really am not.”

“You should be.”

You scoff at that.

“We’re alone, you know. No need to play the cold, tough guy with me. I’ve seen you cry before.”

“I’ll cut off your tongue if you tell anyone about this story.”

And his voice is icy, and firm, and serious, and anyone but you would have trembled before such a threatening tone. But not you.

You’re the only one he would never hurt in any way, and you know it. He could kill, torture, destroy, annihilate everything, the entirety of Ravka, of the world even. But not you. You could betray him, you could try to kill him, and he wouldn’t lift a finger to stop you. You’re the only one he wouldn’t punish, the only one he would forgive. You make him weak like that.

And he hates it. He hates it, but he needs this fragility, this one weakness. He must indulge it, he doesn’t have a choice. And you know it, you feel the same about him. That’s why you’re never afraid when he’s around, no matter what he does, no matter what he says. You trust him too much for that.

When he turns to you, at long last, he forces a tender smile to his lips.

“And throw it to a Volcra?” you ask, struggling not to smile too brightly.

“Or one of my nichevo’ya.”

“Of course, for a second I forgot your new minions.”

“You are not terribly fond of them…”

“I know how painful it is for you to summon them. Of course, I’m not fond of them. They’re efficient, though.”

You stare at each other for a while longer. In the hearth, the fire lets out cracking sighs. There’s an owl outside, somewhere, you hear it singing, the voice of a night at its fullest. There are voices in the corridor too, coming inside Aleksander’s room as shushed, barely there at all, only ghosts of other lives. Lives that will never be like yours, or Aleksander’s…

“I will have to tell Alina the truth, if I want to have a chance to convince her.”

Aleksander clenches his jaw.

“You shouldn’t. It’s too dangerous.”

“We’re beyond pondering about risks, I reckon.”

“Y/N…”

“I know what I’m doing. If I want to convince her, she needs to realise that this is not going to work. That none of it will ever work. We’ve tried it before, and it failed, because the world is not going to change, unless we burn it to the ground first. She needs to understand that.”

“I’ve tried to show her…”

“No, you’ve tried to lure her into trusting you too blindly to protest.”

“She’s a child. She will never understand…”

“Then we’ll get rid of her. She’s too dangerous alive if she’s not on our side.”

“On this, we agree.”

You heave a sigh, suddenly tired, as if the weight of many battles fought in the past was suddenly thrown onto your shoulders once more.

And he hates it. Aleksander hates seeing you like this, tired and almost broken. But then again, after all you’ve been through, how could you not be like this? He has lost himself too, along the way. He has lived too long to remain the same.

You’re disappointed for a second when he lets go of your hand, but it only lasts a moment. Instead of your fingers, he reaches to touch your cheek.

You’re the only one he has ever touched so gently, so slowly, so lovingly. He hates it, the power you have over him. But he has never had a choice.

It was always you. It still is. It will always be.

“I cannot lose you,” he whispers, and Aleksander wishes he could add an argument about how useful you are, to at least keep the illusion that he’s not so vulnerable, but what would be the point? After such a long time loving you, it would be of no use at all. “Please, be careful, my love.”

Your smile widens, you can’t help it. It would be dangerous for others to know who you truly are, just like no one can know who hides behind the image of the Darkling. It’s safer if the world doesn’t know about your relationship with Aleksander either.

The Darkling’s wife, that would put one hell of a target on your back. And it would make him unbearably vulnerable too.

That’s why these moments are so rare these days. The ones when he calls you sweet names, and touches you like this, and lets you get so close again. There was a time, long, long ago, when things weren’t so complicated, when you were together all the time, when all you both had to do was love each other. But that type of happiness didn’t last for long. You learnt that lesson the hard way.

You are both Grisha. You were never allowed to be happy. If you want happiness, you need to fight for it.

You lean into his touch, letting him cup your cheek, brush the pad of his thumb across your soft skin. You close your eyes for a second, enjoying the soft caress. You wish you could stay like this forever…

But when you open your eyes again, and fall into his dark eyes, you read too much fear into them to be fooled.

You are both Grisha. If you want happiness, you need to fight for it. And if it means that you must burn the entire world, until there’s no one else left, then so be it.

“I’ll come back to you. I always do. I always will,” you promise him, resting your hand against his heart, feeling its steady beat, the rhythm that matches the one under your own ribs, the rhythm that belongs to you.

He nods, and you can’t help but step into his embrace, but hold onto him as tightly as you can. It takes him a moment to reciprocate the gesture, but he does. He kisses your forehead, sweet and tender and a little desperate.

“Be careful too,” you admonish. “I’ll meet you at the Little Palace.”

“Until we’re the last ones on Earth,” he whispers into your skin, eyes closed, his voice a mantra you’ve both been repeating for years, so many years… It’s almost a prayer.

And you pray too, you pray even if you don’t believe in Saints. You know who they really were: Grisha slaughtered and brought into legends.

What an irony, to idolize the most hated people of this world…

You breathe in deeply his scent: woollen kafta, a bit of leather, something cold like a wintery night. Home.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, and that’s the safest you’ve felt in a while. When you answer him, your voice is firm, unfaltering. A promise, just like a vow.

“Until we’re the last ones on Earth.”

You leave before dawn, it’s safer that way.

You know Aleksander is watching you leave through the cracked windowpane of the room he’s taken as his own, in the deserted house where the Grisha have now taken refuge. You take one last look at the wagon that arrived the previous evening. There are still traces of blood darkening the wood.

Twelve Grisha rescued from a town nearby. Encaged. Beaten almost to death. They were to be killed without much of a trial or any type of mercy. Their crime was existing.

You are used to it by now, but you wish you weren’t. You wish it could still surprise you, that you could still be aghast by the cruelty of it. But you aren’t, not anymore, not after witnessing it again, and again, and again.

It will always happen. You’ve lost your hope for a better world made with peace and harmony a long time ago. You are not so naïve anymore. Instead, you’ve learnt how to kill.

You have a long journey ahead, at least three days of riding before reaching the last-known location of Alina and Nikolai Lantsov, along with their little group. It’s safer if you travel alone, no one will recognize you without your kefta, no one has ever paid enough attention to you for that, anyway. Besides, you’re strong enough to defend yourself. No, you are not worried about the journey that awaits you, you are worried about the negotiations that will follow.

You’ve almost guided your horse outside the lands attached to the mansion, and you can’t help but take one last look over your shoulder. Beyond the large house stands the infinite wall of the Fold. It stretches up to the heavens, loses its tip into the clouds, you wonder if it has any end. From here, it only looks like a dark void: ominous, unforgiveable. It is splayed in both directions too, from South to North, as far as the eye can see.

You can feel Aleksander’s stare upon your frame, and your eyes drift down from the Fold to its creator, to his motionless shape by the window of his room. He won’t move, won’t acknowledge your presence any other way than by staring at you as you leave. You shoot him a smile anyway.

He’s grateful for it. If he never sees you again, at least he’ll have the memory of one more of your smiles…

Ten months earlier

The Little Palace

You had not seen Aleksander in a while.

It wasn’t that surprising, with the new Sun Summoner taking up an awful lot of space and air. She enjoyed complaining too much. She also enjoyed thinking she was righteous. Maybe she was. More than you, at the very least, without a doubt.

You had not seen Aleksander in a while, and so you were surprised when he called for you, sending Ivan to look for you and bring you to his war room. You bid David a good night, leaving behind your messy desk on which you worked on some gloves to help Alina control her powers. A waste of time and energy, in your opinion, but maybe there was a tinge of jealousy that blurred your judgement when it came to her.

You followed Ivan, trying to control your heartbeat into a steady rhythm, so that the Heartrender would not notice how excited you were at the prospect of seeing the Darkling. No one in the Little Palace knew how close the two of you were, and it was better if it remained that way. It could endanger more secrets, some darker and more dangerous than a hidden love story.

Lucky for you, you had been playing this political game for a long time now. You were used to controlling your own heart. And even if Ivan was a talented Heartrender, he couldn’t sense any change in your heartbeat as you advanced towards the door of the War Room, the Darkling’s symbol of a moon in eclipse engraved on its surface.

He opened the door for you, and let you walk inside.

The Darkling was leaning above the giant map set in the middle of the room, lost in thought, considering the next movements of his own troops. He was alone, wearing his usual black kefta although you noticed that his hair was a little dishevelled after a long day. It was nighttime, after all. Dinner had passed, and with it, most Grisha in the Little Palace had gone to sleep, before a new day filled with training and work would arise. Outside, stars were shining brightly, you could guess the blurred shape of their light through the windows on the opposite side of the room.

The Darkling didn’t look up as you stepped inside, didn’t acknowledge you at all.

“Thank you, Ivan. Leave us.”

The Heartrender gave a small bow, almost a mere nod, before turning on his heels and walking outside the room without a word, closing the door behind him. You moved your hands in a quick, circular movement to lock the door.

You relaxed as soon as you were safely alone with the Darkling. Although, he was still hunched over his map as you turned to him again.

He seemed worried, his brow bearing a frown that traced lines across his forehead and at the edges of his eyes. You heaved a sigh.

“You do know that even the General of the Second Army needs to sleep every once in a while, right?” you ask, crossing your arms before your chest.

Your tone was both teasing and admonishing, and Aleksander closed his eyes at the sound.

He had missed you. Saints, he had missed you so much over the past three months. But seeing you alone was too risky for a while. Now though, with your work for Alina’s gloves, he had a perfect opportunity to require your presence, alone.

At last, he stood straighter again, looking up to catch your eyes with his black ones. He tilted his head to the side a little.

“Do I look so tired?”

“You look exhausted.”

“You don’t look so rested yourself.”

You smiled at that, and he noticed the tears that shone in your eyes. He tried not to feel happy about the sight, but he did. You had missed him too… even after all this time, you still missed him…

“Lots of things going on. Lots of things to worry about,” you answered, shrugging. “Doesn’t help that I’m working way too much because of your stupid gloves. You know how grumpy that makes me if I don’t get my beauty sleep.”

He chuckled.

“And how many years have passed since you’ve had one of those peaceful nights?”

You didn’t answer at first. Before that, you took off the leather gloves that you always wore. He was the only one who got to see you like this, with your last bit of armour, of disguise, resting on his table. You were fully yourself before him.

“Two.”

He frowned, searching through his memory. Two years…

He smiled as he figured it out.

“Our journey to Ketterdam?”

“We had a couple of days free then. It was nice.”

“We spent all of those days in bed…” he gave you a smirk, a dangerous glint in his eyes that you recognized, and that made your heart skip a beat, like it always did.

“That’s what I’m saying. Despite your unbearable snoring, I still had plenty of time to rest.”

He laughed at that. It wasn’t one of his bright ones, the ones he used to give you when you met, when you tried to have a life together. But it was a laugh all the same, and you welcomed the sound of it, tried to carve it into a memory.

But too soon, the sound vanished, failing into the air, replaced by the cracking of the fire in the hearth, the soft sound of his breathing, the regular ticking of a clock. There was no sound coming from outside the room, and no word spoken inside could escape either. You were an amazingly skilled Durast, after all. You had prepared, in secret, long ago, some materials only known to you that could absorb sounds.

No eavesdroppers. Aleksander and you could talk without fear.

He clenched his jaw, straightening his posture a little. Coming into a commanding stand.

“There is much to discuss though,” spoke the Darkling in a cold voice. “We don’t have much time…”

But you didn’t let him finish. Instead, you crossed the room, and rushed into his arms.

Aleksander’s arms…

“Y/N… we need…”

“Shut up. We’ll discuss everything you want. But give us five minutes. Just five minutes to be ourselves. Please, darling.”

You felt him tremble under your touch as you called him by this sweet name. Both of you were too used to act distant, like strangers. It was good to be reminded that you were so much more than that.

At last, he wrapped his arms around you, an embrace strong, comforting, safe. Arms that had never failed to protect you, no matter what the world had tried to destroy you both…

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered, your voice more fragile than you intended for it to be, but you couldn’t find a way to care.

You closed your eyes, breathed deeply his scent. The wool of his kefta, a tinge of leather, something cold during starless nights.

Home.

“I’ve missed you as well, my love,” he whispered in your hair, brushing his cheek against your temple, his beard tickling you in a delightful way.

The skin-on-skin contact made the rush of his amplifying abilities course through your veins, but it wasn’t what sent electricity travel across your spine. It was because of the hand he slipped to the back of your head, to press you closer to him, to keep you right there, tugged into the crook of his neck.

You remained motionless for a few minutes, basking in each other’s presence, in each other’s warmth, in the safety of an embrace you had shared thousands of times, so familiar and missed as soon as it was broken.

“Are you sleeping at all these days, darling?” he asked in a soft, tender voice that almost sounded like it wasn’t his own anymore, after banishing it for so long.

You nodded, even if it was almost a lie.

“Just not enough,” you reassured him.

“Nightmares?”

“Sometimes. I’m genuinely busy though.”

“I wish I could tell you to get more rest, but time is working against us.”

“I know. It’s okay. You look exhausted too.”

“I am, but that’s not the point. I think I’ve found the stag, Y/N.”

You looked up at him, not breaking your embrace just yet, but frowning hard.

“Are you certain?”

“Not entirely, but it seems promising. Trackers seem to have found it in Fjerda, near the border.”

“Saints…”

“I know. I doubt it is a coincidence that we finally find Morozova’s amplifier when the Sun Summoner appears out of nowhere.”

You nodded, turning to the map to let him show you where the stag was spotted. He went on for a while about that, explaining you the whole situation in details.

It wasn’t the only thing he wanted to discuss with you, though, and you knew it. You knew him to well to be fooled.

“So, what will you do about Alina?”

You noticed that he was tensing. You felt almost guilty for enjoying this sight of discomfort. But then again, he never tensed, not unintentionally, except in your presence. He could let his guard down with you, he trusted you enough for that.

“You know what I’ve been doing about Alina,” he deadpanned.

“I know. You’ve tried to seduce her.”

“And I am certain that you hate it.”

“You’re my husband. Of course, I hate,” you scoffed.

“It will not go as far as sex, if it is what worries you.”

“Have you kissed her?”

He intensely stared at you.

“Not yet.”

“You’re planning on going that far?”

“Maybe. I don’t know yet. We’ll see.”

Slowly, you nodded, and he hated that look on your face. A mix of rage, of pain, of an anger you tried to suppress because you knew why he was doing this, and you would have been ready to go that far too, without a hesitation.

Still, he understood your reaction. He would have killed the person you needed to seduce instead of letting you play that game.

But you were more rational than him, if not more patient. You wouldn’t strangle Alina in her sleep. Instead, you merely glowered at him.

“I don’t like it. It won’t work,” you mumbled.

“She’s falling for me, already.”

“How did you do it?”

“With the truth. That no one else she knows can understand her. That she will live a thousand lives and everyone else will wither and die. Except for me. I’m her only chance with eternity.”

“I see. Nicely done, I have to admit.”

“Well, thank you.”

“Do you think it will be enough to make her agree to all of this? To use the Fold against Ravka, Fjerda and Shu Han? To kill the king?”

“I don’t know yet. But I don’t see any other way to secure her power on our side. She must believe that she depends on me. Or else, why would she help us at all?”

“What if we told her the truth?”

“The truth?” he repeated, his tone mocking. “Since when are you so naïve?”

“I highly doubt Alina will agree to destroy entire villages, slaughter populations, and draw the world she knows into chaos just for your pretty eyes. Sorry for your charms, but a crush won’t be enough for that. She won’t accept to take over Ravka if she doesn’t realize that this is the only way for us to ensure that Grisha will find peace.”

“You overestimate her intelligence.”

“And you underestimate her stupidity. She is still naïve. She’s a child, Aleksander. At her age, did you believe something as terrifying as the Fold was the only way towards peace?”

He didn’t answer, he merely stared at you instead. You were right, of course. Like always. He knew it was the only way, but Alina didn’t. She had not suffered nearly enough for that. But the two of you?

You had so many years of practice with suffering…

“I have never played with pity, I will not start today,” he spoke with too much pride, and you both knew it.

“But breaking my heart by seducing a stupid girl is perfectly fine to your standards, I see…”

“Y/N…”

“I know that you’re doing this to reach our goal. I understand. It doesn’t mean I have to like it. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to rip her tongue out every time she talks about you.”

His gaze softened, and he held out his hand for you to take, palm up, inviting you into what you knew would turn into an embrace.

“My love, there was never anyone else for me,” he let out in a breath, a tender smile on his lips. “There will never be. But we need Alina Starkov, if we want to have this peaceful life we have always longed for.”

But you shook your head at that.

“You want power now. More than this quiet life we dreamed about at first.”

His hand trembled, faltered, but didn’t disappear. He kept his offering up, hoping you would take it, the way you had always taken it before.

“Maybe,” he admitted. “I’m too angry. I’ve lost too much to want more than revenge now. But beyond it, I still want this safe life with you. The one we have always dreamt about. I want all Grisha to have it too. I won’t deny I’m thirsty for power now, that I’ve left morality behind a long time ago. You know when I abandoned it. I abandoned it the day you died.”

“Almost…”

“You were dead, Y/N. No matter how you want to call it today, you died for several minutes that day. I will never forgive them for that. And I never want to have to feel this way again. If I need to do the most atrocious things to protect you, to protect us, then so be it. I am tired of depending on stupid kings, I want the throne. I want the throne so I can make my own rules and make sure that no one is stronger than me. That there is no one against whom I will not be able to protect you.”

There was also a selfish part of him that longed for power out of pure greed, you could see it in his burning gaze. But you also knew that he was earnest when he spoke such words. He was doing it for himself, but he was also doing it for you, and he was doing it for all Grisha too. There was a time when the Grisha were the most important element, then it was you, and now, maybe it was him. It didn’t really matter. The truth was that he would never act against the interest of the Grisha, and against your safety.

His soul had darkened along the years, like his shadows. But it was still him, looking out through these black irises. The same man you had always loved.

You slipped your hand in his, holding tight, and he reciprocated your gesture in a firm, certain squeeze. Steady. Infinite. A silent promise that he would do all that it would take.

“Seduce Alina, if you think it’s the best way to make her yield,” you spoke at last, holding his stare, your voice firm and decisive. “But don’t sleep with her.”

“It won’t go that far. I won’t need to.”

“Very well, then. Do what you have to.”

“Are you angry?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t be. You’ll have to leave in just a few minutes. And then, I don’t know when I’ll have a good excuse to talk to you alone again. I want to see my beloved wife smile one last time before she needs to leave…”

You snorted at that.

“I’m not Alina Starkov. I don’t fall for cheap lines like that.”

“What about the truth, then?”

He reached up with his free hand to cup your cheek, move his fingers across the soft skin, trace the outline of your jaw with his fingertips…

You could barely breathe at all, and neither could he. His gaze had grown softer, much softer. The way it used to be, a long time ago, when you were still naïve…

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, vulnerable and almost begging for safety. “I always will. There is only us. It will always be just us.”

You nodded, tears shining in your eyes, before you leaned up to kiss him, and he met you halfway. Your lips met and danced in movements you had repeated thousands of times, but they still felt the same. Passionate, reassuring, loving, dependant, desperate…

“I love you too, Aleks,” you whispered against his mouth, right before he leaned in again, deepening the kiss quickly this time.

You weren’t sure for how long you kept on kissing, safely held in his arms. None of you truly cared. All you knew was that when you pulled away at last, it was to whisper against his lips this promise you had made a long, long time ago. Vows that neither of you would ever break.

“Until we’re the last ones of Earth…”

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ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes · 9 months

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The Phoenix and the Crow

part fourteen

pairing: kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: neutral

el's thoughts: i'm picking this back up!! who's excited? i'm excited! i hope y'all like it as much as i've had fun writing it again!

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Y/N stood in front of her floor length mirror and tugged at the waistband of her skirt. The purple fabric hung heavily on her shoulders and midsection where her hoopskirt hugged her waist. She hummed to herself and walked to her double doors, pushing them open and continued down the hall to Alina’s room. She heard Genya and Zoya’s voices around the cornner. The three grisha women smiled at each other and kept walking down the hallway.

The tailor and squaller pushed the heavy doors open and paused in their steps when they saw Nikolai standing in front of Alina.

“Oh. Genya, Zoya and Y/N are my escorts.” The sun summoner said with a smile.

The soon to be king smiled with her and nodded to the three ladies as they made their way further into the room. “Well, I shall leave you to it.” He nodded to the redhead and suli before stopping before the inferni. “Thank you again for staying. I know you probably would’ve preferred going back to Ketterdam with…”

Y/N shook her head and smiled softly at the young man, “Ravka is my home just as much as it is your’s, moi tsar. Plus I can always visit my friends.”

“Of course.” He bowed his head in respect and walked out of the room, closing the doors behind him.

“Well, that one’s a mess.” Zoya spoke as her eyes trailed behind Nikolai. “But I could fix him.” Her words pulled a chuckle from the sun summoner and inferni.

Genya walked up to Alina and held her face in her hands. “You really could have asked for my help instead of whatever team Nikolai sent. I miss pulling straw from your hair after scraping with this one.”

“Uh-” Alina’s hands moved to her hair in a sudden self awareness. “We’re on the same side now.”

“I mean as much as that might be boring, I’m actually rather pleased about it.” Zoya smiled.

Y/N nodded her agreement as she sat next to the squaller on the sofa.

“And Ravka is next.” Alina held Genya’s hand, “I think the four of us can begin to fix what’s been broken.”

The tailor’ jaw fell slack, “You’re asking for our help?”

“Of course she is. We’re fantastic.” The suli smirked at Y/N.

The redhead rolled her eye and tried to hide her smile, “Where do we start?”

“I’d like you to oversee things here at the palace.” Alina told Genya. “I’d like it to be a refuge for anyone, grisha or otkazat’sya, who needs a safe haven. Like the Spinning Wheel. And you,” She turned her attention to Y/N. “I’d like for you to resume your post and continue to be in charge of grisha training. With Zoya’s help, if you don’t mind.”

The two who shared the seat smiled at each other. “I don’t mind at all.”

“I think I can whip them into shape.” Zoya stood and held out her hand for the inferni before walking over to Alina.

“As long as no actual whips are involved.” Genya fretted as she too stood to her feet.

“I make no promises.”

Alina chuckled before an idea flitted across her mind. “And I don’t want grisha to be defined by their orders. No more colored keftas.” Her hands moved as she spoke.

“That’s a lovely idea.” Y/N said.

“But I look amazing in blue.” Zoya argued.

The other three shot her a look at which she took a deep breath and gave in.

“And as for me.” Alina continued. “I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for my friends. And I think Ravka could do with some, too. I have a very important blade I have to return to Shu Han and I’m hoping to make some alliance while I’m there.” They each held each other’s hands. “We’ve been estranged long enough.”

“The four of us can do a lot of good together.” Genya said.

Y/N nodded but her mind drifted to a special group of four who still resided in Ketterdam. It had only been a few weeks since they had departed but she missed them with her whole heart. How can someone feel so attached to people who they’ve only just met… She didn’t know, but she knew that their connection was strong. Was it the life threatening and tramatizing events that took place during their time together? She had no doubt, but she wouldn’t have changed it for anything.

“You three…” Kaz’s voice rang through the room, drawing Jesper, Wylan and Nina’s attention. “An opportunity has presented itself.” The three crows shared a look. “The most lucrative job we’ve ever taken.”

Kaz leanded on the wooden rail in front of him. “There’s a new weapon about to hit the market. If it does, it could make the destruction of the Shadow Fold seem like a spring picnic. Every corner of the world would feel the effects.” Jesper’s eyes widened slightly as the raven haired man continued his speech. “It’s a drug called jurda parem. Highly addictive. And if grisha take it, their power is amplified a thousand times over.”

He turned to face the window behind him, leaning again on his cane. “The chemist who created it fled to Kerch once he realized what he’d done, but the Fjerdans caught him. He now awaits trial. If the Fjerdans weaponize this drug, the consequences would be unimaginable. Everything we’ve ever known, every strength we’ve relied upon, shattered. Any questions?”

Silence rang through the room as he turned his head to look over the others. Wylan scratched behind his ear nervously as Nina looked like her mind was running a million miles per hour and Jesper just stood silently as if waiting for something.

“At least you won't be alone.”

The three crows perked up at the echoing sound of the familiar voice.

“Yeah, thanks for leaving me to find my way in.” Y/N closed the door behind her as her leather bag bounced against her back. She tried to muffle her cough as she walked into the room, “Didn’t miss the air quality, that’s for sure.” Her smile was strained as she looked at the people she had missed so much. “I had wished we would meet again under better circumstances.”

No one said anything. Kaz looked over Y/N, allowing himself to give into a moment to indulge himself at the sight of her before driving his attention back to the crows. “Let’s get to work shall we?”

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x y/n #six of crows #six of crows x reader #six of crows imagines #fic: the phoenix and the crow #ellora.writes

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adoremexxs · 9 months

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What about Zohakuten dating someone who is the complete opposite of him? Like someone very kind, sweet and possibly shy? Reader doesn’t care about what people say about them and Zohakuten, they also carry a small medical kit with them to be Zohakutens personal nurse since he gets in a lot of fights?

Zohakuten x gn! reader

warnings: extreme fluff 😱 also cursing that’s it

Zohakuten stared at you while you scrambled to get your first aid kit. He had gotten into another fight. With Genya. You don’t understand the beef that those two had!

You take his hand gently in yours, his callouses rubbing roughly up against your soft hand. You bring his hand up to lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the bare and bleeding knuckles.

You look up at Zohakuten just in time to see his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning a deep red before looking away at you, scoffing.

“Must you do that?”

“Of course! I have to kiss it better.” You press another kiss to his knuckles, not caring if you got his blood on you.

Zohakuten watched as you started to grab the disinfectant or whatever the hell it is. He doesn’t know what it’s called. He’s more focused on your soft and gentle features.

Zohakuten still doesn’t know how he managed to pull you. You were kind and sweet. Everyone adored you even though you were shy and a bit quiet. Your sweet nature managed to win everyone though. Even him.

It pissed him off.

No one else deserves you but him.

You were his and his only and knowing that other people have HUGE crushes on you? Yeah, he isn’t going to let that slide.

“So,” Your voice was saccharine to his ears, he couldn’t get enough. “what did you and Genya fight about this time?” You look up at him through your lashes as you gently rubbed the disinfectant over his knuckles with a cotton ball.

Zohakuten couldn’t tell you it was because Genya’s bigheaded ass declared he was going to confess to you in FRONT of the entire class. And also disrespected him, saying that he was a piece of shit boyfriend and doesn’t understand how you could date him. He can’t tell you that.

Or could he?

Fuck, he doesn’t give a shit. He just won’t tell you the disrespecting him part. Zohakuten is afraid that you will agree with Genya.

“Genya said he was going to confess to you today.” He grumbles, avoiding eye contact with you as his eyes drifted to anywhere else in the room. He couldn’t look at you.

You giggle at that, wrapping the bandages around his knuckles. “That’s funny! Genya is a funny guy.”

“No! He isn’t! He wants you!” Zohakuten scowls, turning his head towards you. He couldn’t believe his ears.

“It’s funny to think that he thought I would ever want to be with him, Zohakuten. Of course, I only like you and you only.” You hum, not bothered by his small outburst. You were used to it at this point.

Zohakuten frowns deeply, letting you continue to bandage up his knuckles. He finally decided to tell you. Maybe you would actually reassure him.

“He also said…that I’m a piece of shit boyfriend…and that he couldn’t believe that you’re with me and shit, y’know? Saying I’m a hotheaded delinquent who doesn’t deserve someone as sweet as you…” You had moved onto his other injured hand so he used his bandaged, free hand to run it through your hair.

You could tell that Zohakuten was feeling a bit self conscious about himself. He has always been lonely, his only friend being Rui. Now that he has you, someone even dearer to him, he is scared that you will vanish into thin air and never return. You were silent for a moment to think about how to word this. Zohakuten could be quite sensitive at times.

“He’s wrong, Zo,” You rub your thumb over his hand and look up at him. Sure, Zohakuten had outbursts but he wasn’t rude to you or anything. He just is a little hot headed but he tries. He tries for you. Zohakuten genuinely wants to be there for you. He’s infatuated with you. He’s always asking you what he can do to improve himself for you but you assure him that he is enough.

You could see the uncertainty on his face so you place a gentle kiss on his finger tips, smiling. You didn’t care what people thought of Zohakuten. You got insane looks once you told your friends that you were dating the school’s local delinquent. He’s sweet and caring in his own way. He is just so misunderstood.

“You are enough for me. If people cannot see that we are happy together, then let them be blind. I am happy with you. You cherish me. I can tell,” Your words had him in a chokehold, he couldn’t move.

“You may struggle with expressing your feelings but I can tell through your actions, Zohakuten. Don’t let those people tell you that you are a bad boyfriend. Especially ones that are constantly picking fights with you. They are just jealous of you.” You return back to his hand to finish disinfecting it.

Zohakuten couldn’t get any words out. He’s been constantly told his entire life that he is a disappointment, a failure, a horrible person but yet you do not see him as any of those. His hand keeps running through your hair, playing with it to relax himself. He could feel the heat rising in his face. Gosh, he was so embarrassed to actually like being affirmed by you. He should be the one affirming you. He knows that you truly care about him.

You finish bandaging his hands and take his hands close to your face, placing sweet kisses against his palms. The callouses brushing against your face. Zohakuten was so embarrassed. He felt so vulnerable. He didn’t know how to react but watch you as you look up at him through your lashes. The kisses against his palms felt heavenly. He would never admit it, but he loves physcial touch. He craves it. He’s so touch starved that it hurts.

You pull away, a beaming smile on your beautiful face.

“I love you, Zohakuten. Don’t you forget that.”

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kyojurosprettygirl · 9 months

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partners in crime demon slaying.

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! reader

Genya Shinazugawa who had sent everyone a thousand steps back when they found out he could use a breathing style, let alone your breathing style. after all, he was known for his gun. for his uncolored blade. for eating demons.

Genya Shinazugawa who huffed and grumbled as he explained it wasn't truly a breathing style, more like a title. He would never allow people to agree, because you taught him the breathing style, infact, you created it and accommodated it to fit with him, and he'll be dammed if anyone agrees for its discredit and it not being a breathing style.

Genya Shinazugawa who pridefully flaunts it any chance he gets on missions where its more than just the two of you, gaining him a thumbs up from Tengen when he was paired up with you two. By association, it was only a matter of time until Sanemi caught wind of it.

Genya Shinazugawa who quickly rose up the ranks with those forms and indulged in the praises the Love and Sound Hashira gave him as he defeated stronger demons easier, showing his brother he is not weak and he be as strong as he is. He earned his spot as a powerful Demon Slayer, and ofcourse it was you who'd dragged that title to him.

Genya Shinazugawa who quickly gained a reputation different from being 'mean and angry' simply because your gorgeous mind had thought of him. He was no longer a prude to those around him, he was no longer the wind hashiras secret brother, no, he was Genya Shinazugawa, the Dual Breather.

Genya Shinazugawa who continuously rejected the idea of making his own breathing style with the forms you created. He wouldn't allow you to create a sub breathing technique that stemmed from yours because, 'it defeats the purpose of it's creation' and 'it fits perfectly under dual breathing." He wants this connection that ties him with you. plus, 'it's not an actual breathing style, just forms', he thinks. He can only use the forms you created for him; the rest stay untouched

after one attempt because he never was or will be a proper breath wielder.

Genya Shinazugawa who felt immense pride when the upper ranks gave you recognition and asked you of your breathing style. He held his head as high as ever with you around, and smiled when you had stated that you 'work better and more diligently with Genya around.' the words, 'Two is stronger than one', echoing in his mind.

Genya Shinazugawa who loses a part of his soul when you're taken from him. He reverts back to who he used to be and spurts out nothing but harsh words and gives stoic expressions. He refrains from using Dual breathing as a harsh reminder of what was a privilege and not a right.

Genya Shinazugawa who happily walks hand in hand with you to heaven, holding you tighter than ever when he realizes hes finally back home. He cries with you as you complain that 'it's too soon,' and he should 'go back'. He holds you tight as he explains his only path is to be with you.

Genya watches you as you excitedly run towards him, 'you've always been so excited' he thinks. He stiffens up when you tackle him and straddle his waist as he lets his guard down with you. Ears burning red he cocks his head away from you. Everyone thought of you as the perfect companion for missions. Your breathing style, the one you carefully crafted with the intent for it to be able to work with more than one person, was known as any Duos dream. But just like a dream, its unreachable. It was one of, if not the hardest to master, and it was only you who could perfect the technique. You mastered all the main elemental styles to create yours. 'inorder to work with everyones, you must know their technique first.' you said. He remembers you explaining it to him detail by detail. Each form held remnants of each kind of style, tied in with your yearning for teamwork and your very own partner, you had made a strong breathing style. Once you and Genya became friends, your bond was practically unbreakable. You and him had a silent understanding, you both knew every little thing about eachother, and it created a mystery around you two. Gyomei, ever so attentive, notices and believes you and Genya were brought back to eachother from a past life, and that your souls are destined to be entwined. Sanemi, who simply asked how his brother was doing tells Gyomei to 'convince him to marry her and run off the battle field, then.' "Genya!" your eyes gleam, and for a moment Genya feels like you had taken his soul with just your expression. "I made new forms in my breathing style! Youre gonna love it!." He places his hands on your hips, familiar territory hes explored and looks at you, "Did you master Hashibaras technique?" And you snort. You realize he was serious and you go wide eyed, "Oh! No no no! gosh, not unless I find a way to shift my heart to the right side of my chest." You mumble that statement and Genya lets out an airy laugh. "What are the new forms?" He's surprised you never made envy glow in his chest, not once, this would have made Genya throw you on the ground a few years ago, but not now, not you. You become shy, and you look to the side as you begin to mess with the strings on his outfit. "Well, I haven't made them official forms yet, and I need to see if I can do it, but I can't do these forms without you." He shifts to sit up and looks at you as he turns his head in confusion. "I can't use any breathing techniques, let alone yours." His tone is stoic and you become more nervous, he chases you eyes with his face and as you keep turning away he gets frustrated and holds your face. "So?" he says, and you laugh nervously. "Since we always go on missions together, I thought maybe we could become official partners. And since you can't use a breathing style, I made forms that I THINK you can do. All of the forms can be done solo or with a duo. But these ones.." You huff. "They can only be done with a partner who wields a gun.. and, it can't be done alone." You bashfully admit. before he speaks you put your hand over his mouth. "Its a Yes or a No! I'll teach you, and you'll help me perfect the forms, and we will become a strong duo!" You smile curtly and he throws his head back to chuckle quietly. He's much sweeter than when you first met. "Wow you should see how red your face is right now." You gasp and hit his head, he winces holds the spot before looking at you in an angry but playful manner. If you didn't know any better, you'd be scared of how pissed he looked. You threw yourself of his lap and screamed, running away "Yes or no Genya! Please!" You both laugh as you begin to rough house, something you've both grown to do and enjoy. He pins you by sitting on your back and smirks, "Not so strong now." you roll ur eyes and stop fighting as he lets you sit back down next to him. "I'll do it, i'll try those forms out. But be patient. Don't expect me to be able to do it." His expression and tone are serious. You push hair out of his face and smile. "As long as you TRY!" He smiles and rolls his eyes.

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ayunakatsukiwolfhashira · 9 months

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Kamaboko Squad x Popular GN!Reader Part 1

This is part 1 of a school AU where the reader (Gender Neutral) is one of the most popular teens at high school and the Kamaboko Squad are just regular teenagers.

P.S. I am still attempting to figure out how to use colors and fonts to make the post a little more fancy so I apologize for the inconvenience.

Genya

Many students had crushes on you and Genya was one of them, although he never initiated a conversation with you since he thought you couldn’t like him since you get many confessions on a daily basis. The bell had just rung so many people were rushing through the crowded hallways to go home. You were heading to the locker rooms to change for (favorite sport) practice but you weren’t paying attention because you were looking at your phone when all of a sudden someone slammed into you which caused you to fall to the ground.

Genya: Oh I’m so…

His words drifted off as soon as he realized exactly who he bumped into. You rubbed your head and let out a slight groan.

Y/n: Hey, it’s okay it was just an accident.

He didn’t know what to do at this point. I mean, the poor boy just bumped into his crush and possibly hurt them, he didn’t know if he should help them up or walk away.

Y/n: Uh are you okay? You’re just staring at me…did I do something wrong?

He snapped back to reality and realized that he indeed was staring at you, saying nothing. He frantically grabbed you by the arm and helped you up while muttering multiple apologies.

Genya: I’m so so sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to bump into you. Are you hurt?

Y/n: Oh no I’m not hurt, thank you though.

You started brushing your uniform off before looking back up to Genya who still had his hand on your arm while his face was red all over.

Y/n: Hey I’ve seen you around before…what did you say your name was?

Genya: I- am u-uhm…i-it’s Genya Shinazugawa…

You gave him a smile which only deepened his blush. Your phone then buzzed and you looked at it and saw a text from one of your friends from practice asking where were you.

Y/n: We'll have to go, I’m late for practice and I need to fit in as much practice before the game tomorrow.

Genya: Oh right, your on the (favorite sport) team right?

You nodded.

Genya: W-well, I was actually going to that game tomorrow so I wish you luck…

Y/n: Aww thank you! I’ll see you then!

With that said, you two went your separate ways with you heading to the locker rooms and Genya rushing to his not so happy brother with blood dripping from his nose.

Tanjiro

Tanjiro just transferred to your school along with Nezuko, another student was showing them around when they bumped into you.

Random Student: O-oh my gosh! We’re so sorry Y/n! P-please forgive us, we didn’t mean to bump into you!

Y/n: Heh, it’s fine, it was just an accident. Oh, I don’t recognize you two, are you guys new here?

Nezuko: Yea! I’m Nezuko Kamado and this is my onii-chan!

You turned to Tanjiro who was blushing as his eyes met yours, you waited for him to introduce himself but no words came out of his mouth. The situation was getting awkward so Nezuko nudged him

which made Tanjiro snap back to reality.

Tanjiro: H-huh? Oh I-um am T-tanjiro and y-you are?

Before you had the chance to speak, the student that was showing the Kamado around spoke for you.

Random Student: This is Y/n L/n! The most popular, athletic, and smartest student!

Y/n: Wow, I don’t know about all that but yes I am Y/n. Anyways, I have to get to class, nice to meet y’all!

Nezuko: Bye Y/n!

Tanjiro: B-bye…

Random Student: BYE Y/N!

Nezuko could easily tell something was not right with Tanjiro.

Nezuko: Uhm, onii-chan? Is something wrong?

The student looked at Tanjiro’s abnormally red face and immediately knew what was going on.

Random Student: He fell in love with Y/n, everyone falls in love with them. Not only are they the best student, they are also the most attractive student! I can’t name a single person here who doesn’t have a crush on them.

Tanjiro: W-what? I just met them, how can I be in…love?

Nezuko smirked at Tanjiro, she’s gonna be teasing him for a while…

Zenitsu

It was the first year of high school and there were lots of new faces around. Although the year just started recently, you were gaining a lot of attention and before you knew it, most of the students had fallen for your charming personality, academic excellence, and athleticism. Many of the students tried to gain your attention and affection by initiating conversations with you. You were in history class when the teacher assigned you a partner essay.

Teacher: Alright class, I am assigning you an essay about the Abolitionist Movement and I will be choosing partners for this assignment.

Students started whispering to others about how they hope to be your partner.

Random student: Oh my gosh I hope I can be with Y/n-

Another Student: No I’m gonna be with them watch…

The teacher started listing off partners which earned some groans from some of the students since they were disappointed that they were not your partner.

Teacher: And the final pairing will be Y/n and Zenitsu, should have 26 minutes left to begin.

Zenitsu: HI Y/N! I’M ZENITSU, YOUR PARTNER! HOW ARE YOU TODAY?

Y/n: Yea, I recognize your bright hair haha, but can you lower your volume a bit?

Zenitsu: Oh I’m so sorry Y/n! But you remember me?! That’s so sweet of you!

The other students were envious of Zenitsu’s luck, a couple of them either scoffed or rolled their eyes before beginning their work.

Y/n: Mhm, but we should start working on the project but since we have limited time, do you wanna come over to my house to work on it?

Zenitsu: Really?! I’d be honored to go to your house Y/n!

The bell rang and everyone started packing their things to head home for the day. Zenitsu skipped next to you with the widest grin imprinted on his face. You led him to your house and unlocked the door and the two of you went inside.

Inosuke

Your class was in P.E and the teacher was choosing the team captains for dodgeball.

Teacher: Alright guys, the team captains are Inosuke and (random student), whoever wins rock, paper, scissors will get first pick.

Inosuke: ALRIGHT WEAKLING, LETS SEE IF YOU ARE ABLE TO BEAT THE LORD INOSUKE HASHBIRA!

Random Student: Oh my god you don’t shut up do you?

The rest of the class watched in amusement as the two bickered until the teacher had enough.

Teacher: For god’s sake, JUST PLAY THE GAME AND CHOOSE YOUR TEAM!

Inosuke: FINE! LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH SO I CAN PICK THE UNDERLINGS I WANT WORKING FOR ME!

Some of the students looked at each other with confusion written all over their faces. You understand Inosukes different ways and even though they were odd, you never treated him differently from the rest. The two started doing best out of 3 and even though Inosuke didn’t entirely understand the game, he still managed to win.

Inosuke: HAHAHAHA! I TOLD YOU CAN’T BEAT THE GREAT LORD INOSUKE! I CHOOSE YOU (Mispronounced name)!

The student that lost the game glared at Inosuke because they thought it was rude of him to mispronounce your name. You got off the bench and walked towards Inosuke, and then they continued to pick their teammates and before the dodgeball match began, Inosuke gave what he thought was an inspiring speech.

Inosuke: ALRIGHT MY UNDERLINGS, IF WE LOSE THIS MATCH, THEN YOU ARE THE ONES TO BLAME! IF YOU GET OUT THEN YOU ARE USELESS AND DON’T DESERVE TO BE MY UNDERLING, UNDERSTOOD?

Most of the kids rolled their eyes or face palmed before coming towards you.

Another random student: Yea uhm, we are going to listen to Y/n instead since they are really athletic.

The other students nodded or muttered yea’s while Inosuke looked at you and stomped right over.

Inosuke: So you’re the one that everyone bows down to huh? Well then, I am the Lord Inosuke and you are?

Y/n: Uh Y/n…why?

Inosuke: You’re not a lord or god? WHY THE HELL DOES EVERYONE RESPECT YOU SO MUCH?!

Another random student: Because everyone likes them.

Before anyone could say another word, the teacher blew the whistle and the game began.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #zenitsu agatsuma #zenitsu x reader #fluff #genya shinazugawa #genya x reader #inosuke x reader #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro x reader #inosuke hashibira

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Oh Jo... Jo i have it all plotted out Jo.

Genya doesn't ever formally introduce you to Sanemi. Mostly because the first time you actually see and meet Sanemi he is yelling terrible shit in Genya's face, and threatening him to get the hell out of the demon slayer corp and it makes you see RED.

However, you probably know more about Sanemi than any of the other Hashira because Genya talks about him NONSTOP. And while you are madly in love with genya you wish he would just... give up on his brother. Give up on trying to be the strongest for him because it's clear his brother doesn't want him there.

"Siblings are supposed to take care of one another. Kamado told you that Genya."

But no matter what the conversation is, Genya always defends him so you're always at a loss.

And then the next time you formally get to have a conversation with Sanemi he's come to your home in the rain, kneels before you with a heavy heart and head to tell you that Genya is dead. And there's nothing left of him.

and you scream and shout and throw punches that feel like tickles to the wind hashira. You tell him you hate him. Tell him he should feel guilty, should feel all the pain and hurt he's feeling now. that he deserves it for ever speaking to the only family he had left in that way. and the nail in the coffin.

"I wish it had been you."

And of course Sanemi, still on his knees before you, never looking at your tortured angry grief filled expression only replies with three words.

"So do I."

and then there's a flash forward five years later where Sanemi comes back to your home to visit for the five year anniversary. And of course you've grown by then and you feel regret for the awful shit you said to him. So you allow him to stay for tea and to sit in the garden under the Wisteria tree you planted in Genya's honor.

And Sanemi learns of your love for his brother. how pure and real and deep it was for him. How lucky his brother was to experience a love like yours and so young too.

And you've always had a bleeding heart, especially when you look at Sanemi's face and into his eyes. he looks so much like him, like the only man you've ever loved. How could your heart not soften for him?

And for the first time ever, you're able to see him the way Genya always saw and spoke of him.

And slowly but surely... you find pieces of him to love as well. Not like how you loved Genya. Never. No one could ever replace him in your heart. your soul belongs to him.

But...you can't help how much... brighter the world feels when Sanemi is there helping you in the garden or fixing leaks on your roof. Because in essence... who else but Genya's brother could understand the immense pain of losing him?

And besides...two broken hearts together are better than one.

Oh my god Marq but please😭 just the thought of helping each other heal, and it’s like you know you’ll both never truly get there but it helps?

I just picture a moment where you finally think you’re okay? And you’re out shopping, something completely mundane— until you see sunflowers and the thing that used to fill you with so much joy is practically a trigger to you now. Because Genya used to buy you sunflowers— he used to say you reminded him of the sun. So you find yourself breaking down in the middle of the busy shopping street and you have no idea where to go so you just run— and for some reason you end up outside the Shinazugawa estate, and Sanemi is home.

And you don’t expect him to invite you in so easily, to sit you down at his kitchen table and wordlessly lay a warm mug of matcha in front of you. He waits for you to stop crying, doesn’t try to comfort you and doesn’t utter a word. But he offers you a piece of ohagi when you feel like you have no more tears left to cry.

“Do you ever just… miss him?” Your throat is raw from crying so hard, the top of your yukata soaked with tears.

“Every second.”

#soft sanemi #sigh

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youremyonlyhope · 1 year

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Changes in Season 2 and my Feelings

Ok I gotta just list this stuff out. I gotta get the emotions out. I'm sure I'm forgetting some changes but these are the ones that mattered most to me. These will be in categories of how each change made me feel: Unforgivable, Not happy about it but whatever, Indifferent/mixed/neutral, Okay with it, Hey that's a good change/makes sense, and Yes good thank you this is amazing.

Obviously spoilers below.

UNFORGIVABLE:

Nikolai didn't call Alina "lovely" at all not even once and that makes me so mad, I love that that's his nickname for her in the books.

Where was my little baby angel Misha? But also, if I had had to watch a little boy in the middle of all of that I'd have cried, his presence in the book was enough so maybe we're luck they cut him out.

Where was Oncat and by extension Hershaw and Stigg?

Genya's scars. Yes she heals them but the stage they're in when she first gets them is what they should have been after she heals herself. It should have initially been soo much worse.

Not letting us see the King get torn apart and humiliated. He got off way too easily. MAKE HIM SUFFER MORE.

Not happy about it but whatever:

David. This is only here because I will be in denial until I see the body. And if it is true, at least it's not as sad as the book because that actually ruined me. Otherwise it'd be in the unforgivable section.

The speedrun of the Rollins stuff. It was satisfying in the book (almost going too far) after everything they'd been through. I feel like we hadn't gotten enough to justify it at the point that it happened in the show, and now he's still sticking around and being annoying so where do we go from there?

Mal's reason for not being around Alina and not being told about the tether. In the book he's avoiding her because emotions and feelings. In the show he's literally kidnapped and physically not there. And we don't even see him while he's kidnapped? Nah. No.

I can't figure out how to articulate the feelings in my brain into words, but the whole lack of Sun Summoners at the end falls in this category. They might be planning to bring this in later in the show though.

Similar to the Sun Summoner point but cutting out the Darkling's anguish at truly being alone made me sad, I actually loved that moment in the book.

The ordinary lives full of ordinary things. Loved the direct quote. Did not love that it did not actually happen, but maybe it will later. I just love the book ending overall.

Indifferent/mixed/true North neutral:

Ummmm. The entire Shu Han plotline. I loved getting to go to Shu Han. I loved seeing Tolya and Zoya team up with the Crows. Flashbacks and hallucinations, all great. But WHY was this blade even a THING!? I thought it'd lead to like "oh, it's not a blade, that was just a past Sun Summoner using the Cut and she was an ancestor of Alina's" or something and have a point ultimately, but it was just... a special blade. I have so many questions. I now realize that this is the hint to the Lives of the Saints that Leigh mentioned. I have not gotten my hands on that book yet. I'm more ok with it now, but this doesn't feel like just a hint or shoutout since this took up way too much time and energy and plot.

The multiple Grisha who got amplified by Baghra's bone dust. I thought it was one amplifier creature per person, and that you couldn't make multiple amplifiers from one being to be used by multiple Grisha. I mean adding in all those random powerful Grisha raised the stakes, but I am so confused.

Wesper past one-night-stand. I don't think I like it. But I don't know honestly. It makes me wonder how Kuwei will factor in later on.

Baghra figuring it out for Mal. It definitely made things move along faster. But personally, I kind of loved the chunk of time when Alina was worried she'd accidentally committed incest with the Darkling.

Okay with it:

The absence of white hair. It's ok with me.

Jeordie past reveal to fellow Crows so early. This was leaning towards hate but after finishing the season it's fine I guess. There were bigger gripes.

No Sturmhond tailoring. I had a feeling they wouldn't do it so I wasn't disappointed.

Controversial choice: The weird hint of Tolya/Inej at the end of the show. I am not necessarily here for them as a ship, I personally like the idea that Tolya is ace or aro, BUT I don't mind adding it in for the drama. Especially since it would mean I get more Tolya. Update: I've made a whole post about them.

Hey that's a good change/makes sense:

Combining the Palace and Spinning Wheel events. At first I was a little confused because it all was happening so soon, but that's more because I went into this season thinking it'd just be Siege and Storm and not realizing they'd cover Ruin and Rising too. I get why they did it, and it was a little repetitive in the books.

Not doing the Ice Court and instead mixing in parts of Crooked Kingdom. Most of Six of Crows took place over like 3 days so it'd be hard to stretch it out to line up with Alina's story. It was smart to pick bits of CK instead to add to the new parts.

Bringing in Dominik rather than just having flashbacks later. That was great.

The Nikolai shadow monster. I was worried they'd leave it out completely, but they just changed the order of events. So it's ok. But I will miss the emotional devastation that reading the description of the transformation caused me.

Keeping the powers. I personally didn't mind her losing them in the book, but I know a lot of people have problems with it and if Alina's sticking around she'll need her powers. Also, we definitely did not see her use them again until that last shot right? So are they completely changing the shadow thing too? Basically, I think the power loss is going to come up later and they just changed the timeline of when.

YES GOOD THANK YOU THIS IS AMAZING:

Jesper and his mom. I simultaneously love the show for doing that and also I hate them for the emotional distress it has caused me.

The bee that landed on Zoya's shoulder. I see you. I am not ready. (I also thought this was the Lives of the Saints hint not the blade)

Cutting out 99% of the Apparat. I imagine they'll do all his stuff later on now, but I hate that man so much and I'm glad we didn't have to suffer through him yet.

Showing us more scenes in Novyi Zem. I LOVED the costume design of the Zemeni. It was great. It made me happy.

Leaning into the political marriage. YES. This is what I wanted from the books. I was worried the show wouldn't touch Nikolina at all but they are really leaning into it while leaving the Zoyalai door open. The "thinking about me instead of forgetting about him" line was used and I am so happy.

Separating Mal and Alina so they can figure out if they love each other for each other or if it was destiny. I think the show is going to end with Malina so I like that this will give more to their ship if the show gets another season and we get to see them come back together.

Alina being in the Triumvirate. I can't even let myself think about David, but I am happy these three girls get to be the Triumvirate.

The abundance of Tolya. Just. Tolya. In general. Because I love him. Love him in the books. Love him in the show. Love love love Tolya.

I think overall, I liked or at least tolerated and understood most of the changes. But the changes that I didn't like, I really did not like.

If they can just have Nikolai call Alina "lovely" even once in the next season, I'll forgive everything. Honestly that's the one thing I'm somehow angriest about. I just really was looking forward to hearing Nikolai say "lovely."

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone spoilers #sab spoilers #if you didn't like the season then you'll be disappointed in this post because most changes ended up neutral or better

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dreaminghour · 2 years

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doMAYstic 11

Prompt: that neighbor Fandom: Grishaverse. Characters: Genya/Zoya. Words: 679. Rating: G. SFW. A/N: From my modern-Ravka AU, Crown Café. The other featured couple is Nadia/Tamar.

"Hello, what have we here?"

Zoya was scratching the chin of a tough looking tabby when Genya walked in the front door of their grand foyer, the only part of the old tenement that bespoke of it's glamorous past. Zoya didn't seem to hear her however, continuing to speak to the cat in a winnowing murmur that Genya couldn't make out.

"Who's this?" Genya asked, stepping closer.

The cat opened one eye to examine her but didn't move, and after a moment he shut both eyes again. Genya could make out what Zoya said.

"Don't let her bother you, Kotofei, she isn't as troublesome as she looks. You can take her."

"Zoya!" Genya did all she could not to laugh. "Are you siccing this alley cat on me?"

"You're not an alley cat, are you, Kotofei. Little kot. Mm. Do you like sardines, Kotofei?"

"Well who does he belong to, then? We aren't allowed to have pets in the building. He needs to get out of here." Genya directed the words at the cat in a vain hope he would see himself out.

The grey streetwise cat didn't even deign to look at her. She tried again.

"You need to go home, Koshak."

"You're no koshak!" Zoya stroked the cat's ears. "This little man will show you what-for if you don't respect him."

"Zoya," Genya said sternly. "I don't want our landlord accusing us of having a cat."

"You're a good mouser, aren't you, Kotofei. Little koten'ka with long teeth and sharp claws." To make a point Zoya spread one paw out on the tile floor. "You are a good roommate. You earn your keep."

She scratched under his chin again and he stretched his neck with great satisfaction.

"Zoya, I'm not joking." Genya crossed her arms and snuffed in her best Zoya impression.

Zoya stood gracefully, brushing the wrinkles from her skirt and the cat peered up at her briefly before standing as well.

"Best run home, Kotofei, you don't want to be caught by the landlord."

The cat took his time, however, stretching his front legs before him and shaking out his back legs.

Zoya didn't look at the cat again, or Genya for that matter, turning to head up the stairs without a word.

"How was your day, Genya? Oh it was quite nice actually, Zoya, thank you for asking. The irises were blooming on the southern walk, and I think I saw Ivan fall on his face. It was too far away for me to be sure it was him."

Zoya snorted, and Genya watched as the little grey tabby raced past them up the stairs and vanished.

"Why do you want me to ask you questions you will answer anyway, unprovoked." Zoya loosely laid her hand in Genya's elbow as they continued to climb past the first floor. "I wouldn't get your hysterical impression of me that way."

Genya was torn between stomping her foot and melting.

She opted for silence and letting Zoya continue to hold her arm.

When they finally reached top penultimate floor, they were speaking again and laughing even — apparently Ivan had fallen on his face, he'd come into the café with grass in his hair. The little cat was waiting in the hallway for them across the only other flat on the floor.

"Oh," Genya said, a bit surprised, "what is he doing here?"

"He lives here." Zoya said, advancing on their own door.

"Here?" Genya stood frozen on the landing. "That woman? When you said he belonged to a neighbor, I didn't realize…"

"Really now," Zoya pouted, "I thought you were done with judging books by their covers."

Genya hesitated before moving past the other doorway, before taking Zoya's hand again, but then she leaned in to peck Zoya on the cheek.

"Some women are just mean and their cats are thugs."

"Does that make you my thug?" Zoya mused, a smile curling her lips and glittering in her eyes.

Genya shook her head and stalked past Zoya into the flat, pulling her ornery girlfriend in after her.

#domaystic2022 #domestic may #fluff #ficlet #shadow and bone #grishaverse #zoya nazyalensky #genya safin #femslash #genya x zoya #zoya x genya #dreamy does prompts #cat

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mcheang · 1 year

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Shadow and Bone S2 E6 recap

Spoiler alert

Baghra leads Mal and Alina to her father’s workshop. Alina reveals her intentions to kill the Darkling and reveals that Genya suspects he might be dying from merzost. Kind of shocked that is enough to kill an immortal considering the other immortals who have used it. Ok, Baghra is still missing her finger. Wait, then what did Genya heal? Baghra is surprised that Mal ended up at Keramzin in Alina of all places considering there were other orphanages nearer to his home. Unlike in the original story, it was Ilya who neglected Baghra rather than her mother. Kirigan attacks a camp south of Keramzin with a very large cut. Why bring the Grisha then? Oh, he wants to take Keramzin. Tolya slows his heart or something and manages to call too Wylan for help. He manages make a HOLE in the door with a BOMB. Inej snaps out of her hallucination and Wylan gives her a butterfly to eat as a possible antidote. They plan an ambush for the agile security woman who also turns out to be a durast, and not just any durast, Saint Neyar herself, youthful as any immortal. No wonder she could hold her own. When Kaz brings out the elderly Disciple, her husband, she agrees to finally give them the crystal sword as Alina is part-Shu.

Best fight scene so far. This is why Durasts should also allowed to be soldiers rather than being mocked by Corporalki and Summoners for staying in the labs

Baghra tells Mal he is the firebird, and a blood test proves it. Alina isn’t there to witness it. She was researching the papers when Kirigan visited her and attacked her. Alina, now would be a time to glow really hot. Kirigan tells her he plans to attack the orphanage. Baghra rescues her and sacrifices herself to the burning workshop. Baghra provokes the nichevo’ya to attack her, and as Kirigan rushes to hold his mother and mourn her, she cuts off his hand to break the tether. Kirigan still mourns her. His arm is not bleeding as it should... Back at camp, Genya and Alina mourn Baghra. Mal finally reveals his power to Alina, when he holds her wrist, her light turns red. Isn’t that a lower temperature than white flame!? Alina is devastated but she and Mal proceed to make love. This actually what happens in R&R but I’ll admit, when I saw this in the trailer, I thought in the S&S arc. Kind of wish this would speed up. Mal is sweet, but this still does not give me any sense of chemistry compared to the other couples in the show. Kirigan decides to fuse his mother’s bone dust to his severed wrist, along with a new metal prosthetic, which I’m betting is Grisha steel. As he absorbs Baghra’s last memories, he learns about Mal’s identity. I wonder if Baghra might have foreseen that happening and decided it did not matter…

Best scene was Neyar’s fight. Awesome. And here I just thought she was a really skilled bodyguard. I wonder if she had refused, how would Tolya and Inej react? They worship saints, would they dare to steal from one? WHO EATS LIVING BUTTERFLIES!? First it is the killing of fairytale creatures, now this show has the characters eating butterflies. The only saving grace is that the firebird will not have to go extinct too! Though does anyone else wish we could have seen what it looked like? Show Morozova was worse than book Morozova. At least the book Morozova cared more for his daughter! Slightly. I really don’t like Baghra in her last moments. Her last words were to insult her son!!!!!? Why not, something about repentence? But I will not deny she deserves to be mourned. Um, maybe because this is Mal is so OOC, but was he ever a playboy back before season 1? He was in the books. This Mal is so likeable and nice, not much chemistry there, but he is an entirely new character, just given the same roles and abilities as the book Mal. I feel like they should have just given him a new name too.

#shadow and bone spoilers #shadow and bone season 2 episode 6 #shadow and bone netflix

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aleksander morozova x wife!oc , aleksander morozova family au , aleksander morozova x original female character

summary: Alina’s arrival at the Little Palace forces Irina to realise she might care about her husband more than just enough

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of smut

part two , part three , part four , part five

masterlist

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“Anya! Eric! Come back here!” Irina called, running after her youngest children, two toddlers that were determined to avoid their bedtime and instead chose to make their mother chase them through the Little Palace.

“You have to catch us first, Mama!” The five year old girl giggled, running alongside her younger brother.

Irina was racing across the main hall, she was only five steps away from grabbing the hand of the three year old boy, when she saw something that made her stop so abruptly she almost fell. Her husband was there, giving strict orders to the guards arround them, alongside a pretty, although scraped, young girl. ‘Alina’, she thought. That must be the girl her husband had written to her about. The Sun Summoner he had recently saved from the merciless hands of the drüskelle. She looked up towards Aleksander. He was back home.

Her marriage with General Kirigan wasn’t a fairytale one. As the daughter of the King and Queen of Ravka, she had been asked to marry the leader of the Second Army as a peace offer between the citizens of Ravka and the Grisha. Aleksander hadn’t been too happy about it either, but he knew he wasn’t in the position of bearing the consequences of being unwise– or selfish. It was either marrying the pretty, dutiful girl or gaining another enemy the Grisha could not yet afford to fight. He would destroy the Ravka nobility when the time came to it.

“Moya tsarévna.” The guards chanted when she approached them, lowering their heads as a proper greeting for a member of the royalty.

Irina straightened her posture and placed her blonde hair behind her ears, acknowledging the welcoming with a kind smile and a slight head bow. She was a princess. Being the epitome of grace and exemplary manners was her job, after all.

“Princess.” Alina said, courtsing.

“Lady Irina is just fine.” She replied with a small laugh, helping the girl back up. “You must be Alina, Alina Starkov, is that correct?”

“I– I am.” Alina stuttered, admiring the woman’s gentle features.

“I gather you’re a cartographer. We have a wonderful library here, should you be interested in continuing with such a delightful craft. Ivan,” she called, looking over her husband’s shoulder, “make sure Genya attends her. She’ll help you get settled for now, and ready every morning.”

“Thank you.” Alina said, wholeheartedly.

Irina smiled back at her, but then she heard the sound of tiny footsteps dashing towards them, and so she quickly extended her hands to grab the hands of the two toddlers running between them.

“Got you!” She laughed. “Now, you must go have a bath, both of you, and after that is bedtime for you little monkeys. And no more running away, is that understood?” She said, kindly, but sternly.

“But Mama we want to play–

“Children.” Aleksander’s voice echoed through the hall, in a grave tone– but not mad. He had yet to speak angry words to his children, and he wasn’t planning on doing so anytime soon. “Do as your mother tells you and go to your room. Now.”

The kids, who barely had time to smile due to their father’s arrival before realising he was actually scolding them, finally calmed down.

“Fine, Papa.” They both chanted, not trying to escape their mother’s hold anymore.

Irina looked up to Alina’s face, smiling. “It was a pleasure meeting you, I hope we see more of each other soon.” With one last glance towards Aleksander, she left towards the dormitories, with two little heads walking by her side.

“Why doesn’t Kira have to come with us?!” Anya complained. The five year old was so much like her father, not only in looks, but in personality as well. Anya didn’t ask, she demanded.

“Because,” Irina answered, putting a strand of the girl’s brunette hair behind her ear, “your older sister has already taken her bath and is now waiting for you, in your bedroom.”

As Irina said this, the three of them entered her husband’s war room, where the only two entrances to the kids’ room and her room were. She found Kira, her seven year old peacefully reading in her bed, with her nightgown already on and her golden hair neatly tucked into a braid.

“There you are!” Kira smiled, jumping from her bed. “I just heard a guard saying that Papa is here, is that true?” She asked, looking at her mother with hopeful eyes.

“Yes he is,” she said, as her kids started to giggle with happiness, “and I’m sure he will come soon to wish you all goodnight, but first you two need to have a bath.”

“But Mama, we want to play with Papa first!” Anya protested.

“Play with Papa! Play with Papa” little Eric started to chant, following his sister’s whines.

Irina once again lost control of the two toddlers as they started to dance around the room singing about all the things they wanted to play with their father. Irina was tempted to let them get away with it and just call it a night, she was too tired after the long day she had had with them.

“No one gets to play with Papa unless they’re bathed and with their nightgowns on.” Someone said behind them. Irina turned around to see Aleksander standing against the doorframe with a small smile on his lips. The three kids jumped off their places and ran to meet their father, who seemed happy enough to see them.

Irina knew she was lucky. She might be stuck in a loveless marriage, but she knew she had got it easy: Aleksander had never done as much as raising his voice against her, he had never spoken ill of her behind her back or taken a mistress. In bed, he always asked for her consent first and afterwards he would always hold her against his chest until she peacefully drifted to sleep. He made sure other grisha respected her and severely punished anyone who disregarded her. He did everything a husband was supposed to do for his wife. Except for loving her.

His demonstrations of love were scattered and superficial: had only ever gone as far as a kiss on her temple after making love, holding her hand in a room full of people he didn’t trust, or the three ‘thank you’ he had whispered to her after giving birth to their children (which had almost felt like a promise of love. Almost.) Hardly something more than that.

But Irina had learnt to be okay with it. And so what if her life wasn’t the fairytale she had always dreamt about? She had three children she adored and a husband to share that love with. She was grateful for their mutual respect every single day. He liked her just enough, she liked (loved) him a little bit more than what she considered wise. The important point being, they liked each other enough. Saints knew most of her friends would call themselves fortunate if their marriages were anything like hers. She didn’t have one thing to complain about. And yet, sometimes, she found herself wanting to hear her husband saying he loved her more than anything else.

Irina smiled at the way Eric was sitting on his father’s shoulders, and how Kira was trying to explain to him the book she had been reading, loudly speaking as to raise her voice above her siblings’ screams. Hating to be the bearer of bad news, she yelled, hoping someone would pay attention to her , “Anya, Eric, you have played with your father enough, now please go to the bathroom.” Irina pleaded, taking the boy in her arms.

Her husband saw what a hard time his wife was having trying to get the kids to behave, knowing he was mostly the cause of the children’s distraction, and so he decided to help her:

“Tomorrow we can keep on playing but only if you do as your mother says and go have a bath.” Aleksander said sternly, which managed to get the two kids walking towards the bathroom on their own.

“Thank you.” Irina muttered, grateful for his help. She leaned towards him to help him out of his kefta. “I’ve been running after them for like an hour…you could use a bath as well, you know. To clean the journey off.” She added, partly because she knew how long he had travelled to get home, and partly because of the smell coming from his coat.

“I think I’ll get on with that.” He agreed, walking in the opposite direction, towards their shared room.

Irina bathed her kids, making sure that they were properly cleaned and washed. She let them play a bit, allowing them to splash water all over the floor, and then she tucked them in bed. She kissed all of them goodnight and as she was turning all the lights off, she heard Kira’s voice. “Mama, what about our story?”

“We went riding today, then you’ve had your lessons, we visited Grandmama… aren’t you too tired?” She chuckled.

“We’re never too tired for a story!” Anya giggled.

“Okay then,” Irina gave in, sitting at the end of Eric’s bed, “you shall get half a story today.”

“Why half a story?” Kira asked, as she and her sister jumped from their beds to go lay beside their brother.

“Because this is the story about a boy who fell in love with the moon, and then he took something from her. Something that has yet to be found”

Kira laughed warmly at that, for the girl loved stories more than anyone else has ever loved stories.

“Once upon a time, many, many years ago,” Irina started, “the moon had a voice. A beautiful voice, so serene that could make even the most stubborn children go to sleep, and yet so alluring that could convince people to declare their love for someone. At night, just before bedtime, everyone would climb to their roofs and tell the moon their biggest secrets, or to ask her for advice. Because the moon had been in the sky for such a long time, she was wiser than the sun and the stars, (who were a little silly, so it was mostly mischievous kids who talked to them, asking their advice on how to create chaos.)” Irina narrated, tickling the three of them, resulting in their giggles.

“And as many years ago, a boy named Jex fell in love with the moon. He would find the tallest building everywhere he went just so he could be the one speaking closest to her. He told her about his day, and in return the moon would tell him about all the secrets hidden in the sky. The way certain stars could help him find the path home when he was lost, how shooting stars were actually messengers bewteen suns (and that’s why they’re such show offs) , and how, if he focused hard enough, he could find particularly chatty stars who liked showing stories.

(“Are those constellations, mommy?”, “Almost, Kira. Constellations are the ones that recite poetry, easier to spot in the sky but much more difficult to understand; chatty stars merely tell stories.”)

“And then suddenly, one night, she wasn’t there. The moon hadn’t come out. Jex spent a whole night and a whole day crying, until, on the second night, he saw her again. The moon had returned. But he was so scared of losing her once more, he thought he could ask the moon for a present, something that would remind him of her even during the nights she wasn’t there. And so he talked to the moon, and the moon told him that she had nothing to offer but her voice as a gift. And so one night, following the moon’s strict instructions, he trapped her voice inside a jar his mother had made for him. And so the next day, he spent it entirely listening to the moon. It wasn’t until the next night he realised what a big mistake he had made. Because you see, the moon had only taught him how to trap her voice, not how to return it. So Jex carefully took care of the jar, so afraid to drain the moon’s voice forever that he would only listen to it when he was desperate for some advice, or desperate for some company. And then, when he was very, very old, he hid the jar in the brightest star in the sky, hoping that, someday, someone would be able to return the moon her voice back.”

“But Mama, why is it half a story?” Kira, the only one that was still awake, asked her.

“Because, legend says that if you know the right star, and you ask her to return the moon her voice, she will gladly give it away, should she find you worthy of it.”

“Mama, do you know how to talk to stars?”

“No I don’t malyshka, I don’t think anyone knows how to anymore.” Irina said, faking disappointment. “Perhaps the rivers, or the seas. But they’re difficult to talk to, they’re far too stubborn.”

“Maybe Papa knows.” Kira whispered. “Because he knows how to speak to the shadows, maybe he can ask them to speak to the stars for us.”

“Maybe.” Irina whispered back. “But, we will have to ask him tomorrow. Now go to sleep, we have a big day ahead. Learning to talk to stars is no easy job.” She kissed the girl on her temple, and left towards her room.

Irina was startled to see her husband waiting for her, under the doorframe of their room. “Saints, you scared me.” She laughed, closing the door behind her.

“I apologise,” he smiled, “I was waiting for you so we could go to bed.” He lied, not willing to admit he was listening to her story. As someone who has lived a hundred lives, there weren’t many things in the world interesting enough to intrigue him. He had heard every song, read every book, and most certainly knew every tale by heart. But somehow Irina always managed to come up with a story that lured him enough.

“So,” Irina said, taking her dressing gown off, looking forward to Aleksander telling her about last day’s events, “is it true? Is Alina truly the Sun Summoner?”

“She is.” He said, taking his place on the bed, tucking the bedcover over his bare chest.

“How was it?”

“It was splendid.” He said, his vision lost behind beaming memories. “It was the most extraordinary thing I’ve ever seen.” He looked at her with an apologetic look on his face. “One of the most extraordinary things I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, I’m happy everything turned out alright and that she got here unharmed.” Irina smiled. “By the way, why did Ivan and Feydor arrive here so much later? Are they fine?”

“I had Alina ride with me.” He explained. “I figured no one would dare attack her again with me by her side. Protecting her has to be my– our biggest concern now. She’s the answer to all of our problems.”

“Their problem or yours?” Irina said in a small voice, failing to look at him in the eyes.

Aleksander stared intensely at his wife, taken aback by her comment. It wasn’t usual for her to remark about such a matter. She usually liked to pretend he was nothing but a normal grisha, leader of the Second Army, yes, but mortal. And he was happy to play along, to spare her mind as well as his.

And so he decided to simply brush aside her comment, not only to avoid a difficult conversation, but because he had learnt the bad way how much of a toll it took on him to think about his wife’s mortality, not that he would ever confess that to anyone. He realised he also was the happiest when complying with Irina's little game.

“As a matter of fact,” he said, hastily changing the subject, “ your mother and father have asked us to meet them in the Grand Palace for a small… demonstration of her powers.” Aleksander added, with a small trace of disgust in his voice. He was probably the only person who disliked the King and Queen more than Irina herself.

“Oh, no.” She whined, covering her face with her hands. “Can’t he just take your word for it?”

“Irina, you know I’m the last person whose word the King would trust.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I was just looking forward to spending the day with the kids instead of having to get them ready for such an event. And I prefer a two week notice before having to meet my parents.”

“They don’t have to come.” He sighed. “You don’t have to come either, if you don’t feel like it.”

“I do have to go, I’m the princess and your wife. It’s my one job.” She looked at him. “You’re right, we could leave the kids here, though.” She added, biting her lip. “But I’m just… scared to leave them alone. Even more now with Alina here, knowing how many people are after her. I just feel more at peace when you’re here as well.”

Aleksander glanced at her with a sympathetic look on his face. “I’ve already told you, even when I’m not here, my guards have strict orders concerning your safety. And, as much as I hate the old bat, Baghra is here too. No one would dare touch them. I’ve made a vow to protect you and them and I don’t intend on breaking my promise.”

“Thank you, Aleksander.”

“It’s my job.”

Irina leaned over to kiss him, an action very much welcomed on his side. He might not love her, he told himself, but he wasn’t fool enough to reject a kiss from the prettiest woman he had ever laid his eyes upon. She left one last kiss on his cheek, and stroked his face with her soft hands.

After that, each turned their lights off and proceeded to try and get some sleep. Irina rolled over and rubbed a hand on his arm, which he grabbed and put over his chest. It was their routine now. One of the small love gestures Irina was very grateful about. Feeling safe, it didn’t take long for her to fall into a deep, dreamfree sleep.

• • •

Morning was a typical affair for Irina. Aleksander was no longer in bed when she woke up, as usual. She washed her face and put on comfortable clothes just in time to see Eric scuttling towards her.

“Good morning mayo solnishko .” She greeted him, with a big kiss on his cheek. “Let’s go get breakfast, shall we?” Irina lifted him over her hip and darted towards the war room, where she was surprised to find General Kirigan and his right hand in. The two abruptly stopped talking when they saw her come in. “Good morning.” She said, hesitating on whether to smile or not.

“Lady Kirigan.” Ivan saluted her. He then softened his gaze to look at the toddler in her arms. “Hello there, Eric.” Ivan was a man of few words, Irina knew as much, with a stern face, but he had always been kind to her and her children. He always offered to watch over them whenever she was busy planning an event, and for that she was very grateful.

“Hi.” The little boy answered with a tiny voice.

“Someone’s shy this morning,” Irina chuckled, “you must be sleepy still.”

“Lady Kirigan, do you want me to call for breakfast?” Ivan offered.

“No, that’s all right. I’ll go down myself, you don’t need to worry. I don’t want to interrupt your business. Please,” she said, “go on.”

Irina had barely exited the room when she heard Aleksander’s voice. “Make sure Genya arrives at Alina’s bedroom early. I want Alina to be perfect today.”

“I thought Alina wasn’t in control of her powers yet.”

“She isn’t. But she has me.” General Kirgan answered, smugly. “Make sure to tell Genya she has a black kefta made. Not for today’s demonstration of course, but I doubt this is the last one she’ll have to do.”

“But sir, no one else is allowed to wear that colour.”

“Because no one else is the Sun Summoner, Ivan.” He declared. “I want her and everyone else know that I’ve finally found an equal partner.”

Irina felt her stomach twist at her husband’s words. ‘Hunger’ she thought. That she was probably just hungry and that’s why her stomach felt so upset. Embracing Eric with a little more strength than before, she headed towards the kitchen.

• • •

After making sure all of the kids were playing under the safe care of Lilia, a healer that occasionally babysat her children, Irina went towards her room to change into a proper attire.

She was stunned to see her husband already dressed, ready to go to the Grand Palace. He was wearing his black kefta, and he looked as handsome as always.

“Oh, you’ve already changed.” She commented dryly, glancing towards the dress Genya had left on the bed for her. It was a beautiful, midnight blue gown that matched her eyes.

“I have to go make sure Alina is ready for the demonstration. I’m escorting her to the palace.” He said, while helping her get out of her clothes. Irina felt that hideous twist on her stomach again. “I’m going down now. Why, is something wrong?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, of course there’s nothing, I just… I thought Alina wasn’t able to use her powers yet. Are you sure a demonstration now is wise?”

“She can’t, that’s right, but it’s not a problem. I’ll be her amplificator.” He answered, stressing that last word in a weirdly alluring manner.

“Oh.” Irina might not be grisha, but she understood enough. And she knew what an intimate moment the amplification could be. She pursed her lips and covered her body with her undergown.

“Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” He asked her, with an intriguing look on his face. It wasn’t like his wife to be so rigid.

“Of course I’m feeling right.” Irina blurted. She turned to let Aleksander help her button the back of the dress. “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re just helping Alina.” She added, in a small voice.

She heard her husband snort a mischievous laugh, as if he had found something entertaining about her comment.

“What?” She snapped.

“Radnaya, are you jealous of Alina?” The General asked, with a cocky smile on his face, which made Irina feel her heart flutter.

Irina tried her best to put on a disbelieving look on her face. Was she? Could that upset feeling in her stomach be due to jealousy?

“Oh, please,” she lied, briskly smoothing her dress, as to try and hide the unsettling feeling growing on her chest, “you and I both know we’re way past feeling jealousy for one another.”

“Is that so?” He teased her, letting his fingers linger around her collarbones after putting a beautiful diamond necklace on her.

“Yes.” She lied again. “You can spend all the time with her attending to her, helping her, whatever. I couldn’t care less.”

He suddenly stopped caressing her skin, and backed away a few steps. Irina tried to figure his expression out, but she couldn’t put any name on it other than uncomfort. When in fact, he was trying to hide his hurting as much as she was trying to hide her caring.

“Fine.” Aleksander said, upset. What he thought to be harmless and lustful teasing between the two had turned into the first real bicker they’d had in some time. “I’ll go down and escort Alina, if you excuse me.”

“You’re excused.” She murmured.

Aleksander left with heavy steps, leaving her all alone with a heavy heart while she put on her heels. How dare he tease her about such a thing? Most importantly, how dare she break the unspoken agreement her husband and she had made all those years ago about caring just enough about the other?

She couldn’t feel jealous. Because being jealous meant that she cared. That she cared more than what she was willing to admit. All those years of convincing herself that her husband could never hurt her, because she would never care enough. But there she was, feeling like a fool for upsetting Aleksander with such emotions that –as unreasonable as she realised they were– had made her snap in a completely uncharacteristic way for her. Was it really a young girl all it took for her to realise she might care more than ‘just enough’ about her husband?

Thankfully, a knock on the door saved her from dwelling on such poisonous feelings. “Ivan?” She exclaimed.

“Lady Kirigan, sorry to disturb you. But the General has asked me to escort you to the palace, since he’s busy getting the event ready.”

“Oh yes, thank you, Ivan.” She stood up and intertwined her arm with the grisha’s. He walked her around the castle, until eventually they walked past Alina, accompanied of course by her husband. They seemed to be eagerly discussing words that she didn’t get to hear. Irina glared at her husband, but she still managed to give a kind and genuine smile to Alina. Poor girl didn’t have to suffer the consequences of her insane –and completely unfair– jealousy of her. “Good luck.” She whispered to her.

Ivan walked with her towards the Grand Palace, where they announced her arrival, followed by everyone bowing their heads to greet her. She climbed up the stairs to where the King and Queen were sitting.

“Mother, father.” She addressed them.

“Hello, Irina.” They saluted back, as she stood behind her mother. “And where is that husband of yours?” Her mother asked mockingly. “Unattending you, now that he has a new toy to play with?”

“Mother,” she sighed, “yes. He’s escorting her here. As the leader of the Second Army, it’s his job. And she’s not a toy, mother, her name is Alina. And she’s the Sun Summoner. The one that will free us all. Give her the respect she’s due.”

“Well, I guess we’ll see about that.” The Queen stated, as the main doors opened, to let Alina and General Kirigan, followed by their army of grisha, into the salon.

Aleksander proudly stuttered alongside the young girl, who was wearing a golden laced veil over her face. The grisha behind them stopped on their tracks while the two of them approached the stairs. Aleksander nodded at the girl, and Alina shoved the veil back, allowing the Queen and King to see her face.

“I thought she’d be taller.” Out of all the meaner things her father probably had to say, Irina was happy he chose such a harmless one.

“I thought she’d be shu.” Of course it would be her mother who put the poor girl on the spot like that. Irina glared towards her. “Well, I guess she’s shu enough. Tell her.. Oh, I don’t know, good morning.” The Queen added, motioning towards the translator behind her.

“I don’t actually speak shu,” Alina said, defensive “your Highness.”

“Then what are you?”

Irina could see the confusion and fear on Alina’s face, struggling to find the answer that her damn mother had made her.

“She is Alina Starkov,” General Kirigan stepped in, in an attempt to save her from the humiliation, “the Sun Summoner, moya tsaritsa.” Irina was happy he had done that, since she felt bad enough for the girl. “She will change the future. Starting now.”

He raised his hand to summon shadows, immersing the room on what it looked like the inside of a dark veil. The room was so dark, Irina could barely see what was in front of her. But she could see enough. Her husband was so close to Alina, his lips were almost brushing her ear. He whispered something to her, and then offered his hand to her.

The second he touched her, a thousand beams of light emerged from her, so bright that everyone in the room had to either squint their eyes or cover their face. The two of them were left inside a massive orb of light, so glaring that the King had to stand up to believe his eyes.

As soon as Aleksander dropped Alina’s hand, she stopped glowing and the room was filled with nothing but natural light and a soaring round of applause. “Bravo, bravo!” People were exclaiming.

“How long will she need?” The King asked eagerly.

“Destroying the Fold will be no easy feat.” The General said, walking around the girl. “She alone may not be able to do it. She will remain with me at the Little Palace to train… undisturbed.” He looked at her wife, so quickly that no one could possibly notice. But Irina did. Was he enjoying making her suffer?

Irina’s stomach twisted again at her husband's words, trying to remain indifferent in front of him. When will she be able to free herself for the monster that was growing in her?

“Then train her quickly.” The King threatened him. “Our wars have been a noble pursuit, but this chatter from the West about becoming a sovereign nation, that needs to stop. The sooner we are one country again, the better.”

“Agreed,” the General said, “moi tsar.” He proceeded to grab Alina by her hands and whisper something to her that Irina did not hear. He smiled at her, turned around and stormed towards the exit.

Irina felt her heart drop. Wasn’t he going to escort her back into the castle? She glanced around, but Ivan was nowhere to be seen. Fine. She didn’t need a prince to help her walk down some stupid steps, damn all the protocols that had made her life miserable since she was old enough to speak. She proudly lifted her dress high enough to stop it from touching the floor and headed down on her own. She kept her vision towards the front, to avoid seeing the pitiful stares directed at her from other members of the court, and gracefully left the Grand Palace.

Once inside the Little Palace, she stormed towards her shared bedroom, and not even the nanny saying the kids were down in the kitchens making a mess stopped her from facing her husband. Her blood was boiling. She could deal with jealousy. She could deal with him flirting with other women. What she was not willing to deal with was disrespect. They didn’t need to love each other, they didn’t need to do as much as liking each other, but they both would always have the decency to respect each other. They would never make the other one look like a fool in front of others. That was their pact. And he had broken it.

“You couldn’t even help me down the stairs?” She mumbled, once she entered their room. She hastily threw her heels off her feet, and walked towards him to help him out of his kafka.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I knew you were still upset at me, I didn’t want to bother you.”

“That’s no excuse and you know it.” She spatted.

“Oh I do apologise, I didn’t realise you needed help walking down a couple of steps.” He hissed.

“Saints, Aleksander, you know this isn’t about the stupid stairs. Of course I can manage a couple of steps on my own. It’s about the gesture. I’m a princess, my one and only job is to wait until someone holds my hand and escorts me down. You made me look like a fool back there. You couldn’t bother to help your wife back into the castle because you were too focused on helping Alina.”

“Alina again, what’s your problem with her? She’s the Sun Summoner Irina, of course she’ll get all the help she needs, from me or any other grisha in this palace. Why are you so bothered with that?”

“I am not bothered with that, of course I’m glad Alina is getting help, and I want nothing more than for her to feel comfortable here, I just… I…

“Oh Irina, would it just kill you to admit you’re jealous of Alina?”

“Yes! Yes it would kill me, Aleksander!” Irina gasped, her eyes covered in a gleam that could only mean tears were about to roll down her cheeks. “My whole life I’ve been nothing more than the fool princess who dreamt about a life out of a fairytale. But this is the real world, so instead I am the fool that agrees on an arranged marriage because it is my duty and I am the fool that pretends to be happy about it every single day for the sake of my children and my honour. But I refuse to be the fool that falls in love with someone who will never love her back.”

Aleksander resented the words coming out of his wife’s mouth. Out of all the things he had ever thought of calling her, the word fool had never crossed his mind. She was fierce, because from the day they were married, she had kept her unspoken bow to remain faithful to her duties. She was a loving mother and a caring wife, and the kindest person he had ever met. She was smart, and unafraid to speak her mind in favour of the ones who didn’t have a voice. She was gentle, yet witty; her words could disarm men with the same agility his shadows slaughtered them. She was uncommonly bubbly and didn’t mind laughing at herself.

He wouldn't call her perfect, but simply because shadows were the only thing he considered worthy of being described as perfection. At night, however, with her naked body against his, during those blissful seconds when the overload of emotions forced him to be truthful to his thoughts, he considered her to be a pretty good contender.

It started with an unconscious smile on his lips after one of her jokes, with the yearning to see her eyes become half moons every time she laughed, with the sour feeling of loneliness every time he travelled. It wasn’t until he found himself missing her in one of his journeys that he realised he might be falling in love with her. So he quickly made sure to step on such weakening feelings, and he grabbed the word love and locked it away, without realising he had merely hidden it behind the pretence of caring, as an unintended way to protect himself. Because caring led to disappointment, but loving… loving led to losing. And he had learnt the hard way that he didn’t like losing.

“You are so sure of that?” Aleksander said, closing the gap between them.

“Y– yes.” Irina whispered, letting the tip of her nose touch his.

“My darling, have I really been such an awful husband you can’t even phantom the thought of me having feelings for you?” He murmured against her ear. Irina closed her eyes, and he did so as well, feeling the wetness of her tears on his cheeks. “Wouldn’t you believe me if I told you that every day I get to call you ‘my wife’ I am thankful for that, and that I am grateful for the children you’ve given us and that there’s no one else I would rather come back to?”

“I do believe all of those things, Aleksander” she whispered against his lips, “because out of all the things you mentioned, you didn’t mention ‘love’”.

“Some words are more meaningful when taken for granted.” He said, brushing his lips against hers.

‘Not this,’ Irina thought, ‘I really want –no– I really need to hear you say it.’ But it was too late. She had already given in to her husband’s gentle caresses, to his intoxicating touch, as she always did. Because if her husband couldn’t say he loved her, she was happy enough pretending this was his way of showing her.

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author’s note: thank you for reading! i just finsihed watching shadow and bone and i had to write this! should it become a series? i appreciate all feedback <3

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Draw your swords, pt. 6

Summary: Losing someone can make you realize what was already there and the Darkling is about to find that out the hard way.

Warnings: angst, violence, swearing, bit of fluff

Part one // Part two // Part three // Part four // Part five

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Five days have passed and the Darkling had never stopped looking for his wife. His men never saw him rest, sleep was simply never on his agenda. He barely ate at all, merely giving time for the rest of them to gather their strength.

He was restless, constantly questioning how this could have happened. No matter how he looked at it, the Darkling felt guilt consuming him. Without his rage, he worried the guilt would have paralyzed him. Had he not went on a pointless hunt for something that’s likely a tale, she would have been right by his side, antagonizing him.

It’s been hundreds of years since he felt this way, as if his heartstrings are being pulled by someone other than himself. In this search for Y/N, he realized she is consuming. After all, she might have been right – a part of him may actually care for her. He cursed that part of himself over and over again as result.

They’ve tracked her toward Fjerdan borders. Every now and then, they would find bodies on the road, their throat cut or stabbed right through the heart. Sometimes, he found them alive still. He never refrained from calling on his shadows, trying to draw useful information to close in on their whereabouts.

Y/N never saw him use his shadows before. He couldn’t help but wonder if she’d disapprove of the means he’s using to find her. After all, she called him a demon on their wedding night. She would never accept him as he is, he had no doubt about that.

Did she want to be found by him?

The first body they found, the Darkling smiled. He didn’t question it was her hands who have taken the man’s life. There was no concrete proof, but he was certain of it. Every body found felt like her own version of breadcrumbs.

Closing his eyes, he exhaled heavily. If she managed to set herself free so many times to leave what was now five dead men behind, he couldn’t help but worry for her safety. What was the price of each crumb she left?

It wasn’t just the exposure to snow he worried about – and he did worry as she got cold too quickly and he was the one to warm her up before. Who’d warm her up now?

The darkness of the forest gave him cause to worry too – she may have tried to hide it, but he knew she was afraid of the dark. He realized it when her breathing turned shallow and fast their first night together just as she extinguished the candlelight. The next night, he left his candle to burn long into the night.

Something stirred inside him, a beast has awakened. Despite the war his heart and mind waged, he wondered if he’s his own worst enemy. Maybe it was time to let someone in. For too long, he had been alone in the shadows of his past lives.

Why is he repeating the same mistakes?

How can he be afraid when he married a woman who never blinks in the face of danger?

His heart was ice and stone until she came and now the ice has started to melt. All he’s done is hurt and destroy, but he wanted out of the loneliness that clings to him.

She was right, as hard as it is to admit it. He’s a demon, a devil that walks the earth and he cares. Because of her he hopes he might love again and he can’t let anyone take that from him – hope is the only thing stronger than fear. And when a devil falls in love and discovers hope, it’s the most hauntingly beautiful sight. They should fear him as he will go to the depths of hell to protect her.

While his eyes may have been closed, his heart jumped as a bright flash forced him to open them again.

He was never given a chance to be soft. His hands had to be bloody, to have people fear him. Only when they feared him, they wouldn’t hurt him. Now was the time to show them just why they fear him.

“Where?” He growled out, looking to Ivan and Fedyor who were looking at the sky.

“East”, Fedyor replied hastily, ready to follow Kirigan who set off in said direction without a second thought. He didn’t order anyone to follow, but they did.

Ivan and Fedyor walked two steps behind their general, alert as the flash had awakened them from a deep slumber. They weren’t the only ones shaken, unsure what they’re walking into but none showed fear as their general lead them straight to the source. Their loyalty, their belief in general Kirigan runs deep.

Except for David. He was afraid. He didn’t want to be in that forest and he didn’t want to be in danger, but he trusted Kirigan. Besides, Y/N was nice and Genya seemed to like her. So he came along too.

Kirigan walked in strides, the snow didn’t slow him down. His hands formed fists, his face twisted in anger, but his heart pounded in his chest as he had no inkling what he might find. All he knew was that he had to get there, fast.

As if made of darkness itself, the Darkling emerged on what looked like a battlefield. The trees surrounded a small clearing covered in snow that melted under the spilled blood – still warm as it poured from the dead surrounding her.

She’s on her knees, two Fjerdans chaining her up as if she’s a wild animal.

“You think you’re scary, huh?” She spat at the Fjerdan’s feet – a crimson liquid, Darkling realized. She’s bleeding.

“That’s adorable”, she chuckled maniacally as she held her fierce gaze on the Fjerdan stood before her. They pulled her left hand behind her back and her right hand in front as they tightened the chains that were secured over rope that laid just beneath.

Darkling’s blood boiled. It is fear that brings rage, that hot burning anger that seeks to harm. Once again, he was afraid, not of her but for her.

Four more Fjerdans came from behind the trees, all covered in blood. “Fucking bitch”, one of them kicked her in the ribs and he couldn’t take anymore. He could kill them easily for what they’ve done – he’s killed every one of them he ran into in the past five days without even blinking, regardless if they were involved in her disappearance or not.

“Mister, I’ve seen scary and you don’t have his handsome smile.”

Licking his lips, the Darkling nearly smiles at her remark. There’s no possible way she means anyone else but him. Looking at his Grisha, he found them nearly all in position. They would attack in a minute, swiftly and deadly.

Yet in a moment of carelessness, he missed the Fjerdans realization they’re being watched. Too quickly, more of them appeared. The pitiful human managed to land a few consecutive blows to Darkling’s face before drawing a dagger.

Angry, dark eyes showed the Fjerdan that the Darkling’s brain is in a different mode, that he has switched gears from empathy he had for his wife to cold emotional indifference. Never once has he directed this mode in Y/N’s direction, yet it emerged when he sensed a threat to her life, letting out a part of him that was full on protective.

Grunting, the Darkling’s eyes narrowed at the human who dared to sink the blade into his heart. Despite his immortality, he could still hurt. The pain of a stab wound felt just as it would if here as fragile as the human before him.

But he’s not human at all.

Connecting his hands, the Darkling lifts his head as he summons the darkness that spills from every corner of the forest. “Foolish”, he sneers, “Attacking me in the dark?” The Darkling smirked, walking past the petrified Fjerdan, allowing his shadows to administer a thousand cuts for his transgression.

As he walked toward the middle of the circle, his shadows followed, aiding his Grisha in taking the rest of the Fjerdans so quickly that Y/N gasped.

Looking around in shock, she found Kirigan kneeling beside her.

“You have a knife”, she coughed into her shoulder, “A knife in your chest.”

“I promised”, he gasped for breath as he pulled the knife from his chest. “That I would protect you and I intend to keep the damn promise.”

On the brink of tears, her lips quivered before she laughed. “I thought you’d let them kill me.” Better to laugh than cry, she thought.

Frowning, he shook his head. “That would be too easy”, he waved David over who stood at the tree line, wide eyed. “If anyone’s going to kill you, it should be me.”

Even with tears blurring her vision, she giggled at his stupid remark. She had tried so hard to free herself.

It wasn’t the first time she had been captured by enemies, she knew what to do. But there were so many of them. Each time she freed herself, they would descend upon her. She managed to run, twice, each time they dragged her back kicking and screaming.

Despite his words, Y/N didn’t believe Kirigan would come for her. She had to be her own hero and she tried. In the end, she used everything at her disposal – everything.

Feeling the chains drop, Y/N glances at David, “Thank you.” The ropes were cut as well, but she didn’t move. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure if she could stand on her own and asking for help would wound her. Rubbing her bruised wrists, she reluctantly looked at Kirigan.

“Here”, Kirigan offered his hands. Truth be told, he wanted to carry her, but he knew her pride wouldn’t allow it.

Hissing, she forced herself up despite Kirigan’s offer. “I am perfectly capable of walking on my own.”

He’d have asked her again because she trembled when the wind blew. Her hair was matted with blood, her face red and not from blushing. He could see the damage they’ve done more clearly now as she bent to take a deep breath as if the simple act of breathing hurt her.

Staring at her, he nodded despite his better judgment. Her breathing was ragged, dragging her feet as she walked. She felt his eyes on her, it unnerved her. All she could do is hope her legs don’t give out, but it felt as if they would betray her any moment now.

“Go and make camp ahead”, he ordered his Grisha to speed up as he realized her stubbornness would kill her. Stepping before her, he wrapped an arm around her waist. There would be no asking her for permission this time, he’ll not allow her to deny his help. Hoisting her up in his arm, he held his breath as she cried out in pain.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

How could he not bring any healers? How could he have been so stupid?

Groaning, she sent him a stern glare yet found no anger in his. His eyes are like the ocean - they have the potential to destroy, yet when the waves reach the shore, they dissipate, leaving soft designs in the sand as a gentle reminder of its presence.

Leaning into his embrace, Y/N let out a gentle sigh of resignation. She’s been caught in the riptide and for once, she doesn’t want to fight it.

“I really thought I’d die”, she admits reluctantly.

Feeling him stiffen as he held her in his arms, Y/N frowned. Perhaps she shouldn’t have said that, or anything at all. This isn’t what they do, they don’t bare their hearts open.

“And when I faced death”, she continued regardless. Tilting her head to look up at him, she let out a shuddered exhale. A shy smile adorned her lips as their eyes shared a gaze so tender, an outsider would believe them to be in love.

“I thought how silly it is that I don’t know your first name.”

Snorting, Kirigan raised his eyebrows, “Really?”

“Yes”, she breathes out.

Looking at her now, the Darkling couldn’t believe this is his wife. The woman who infuriates him so often seemed so small, so fragile in his arms. Her gaze held remains of the horrors she was cast into and yet he never saw her as earnest before.

“I married you and I don’t even know your name.”

Licking his lips, he stops. Truth be told, no one actually knows his name. His name was long forgotten, a piece of his soul he had left behind in the fold. He promised himself he’d never utter it while he lives. He had promised he would never be that man again.

Unfortunately for him, he seems to be breaking his promises lately.

He promised her he’d protect her and he failed, just as he promised himself he’d never care for her and yet he does.

“Aleksander”, he mutters, still unsure if it’s the right decision. He placed one of his greatest secrets in the hands of a woman who’d see his world burn. He gave her power she never should possess and yet he’s not afraid. No one could make him fear anything after the ordeal he was put through since she decided to tear down his defenses.

Smiling softly, she closed her eyes. Resting her head on his shoulder she felt satisfied. It may be small, but finding out his name felt like a victory. She was born to play this game, it was her destiny. He is her destiny.

Waking up, she found herself wrapped in several blankets inside a tent. Grunting, she struggled to sit up on her own. It seemed to be dark still, but she had a blue light lantern lit inside. She may not know who left it there, but Y/N was thankful. Despite her fear of dark, she found it odd she did not fear Aleksander’s darkness at all.

When his shadows nearly encased her in the clearing, she didn’t fret or worry. She smiled.

As contradictory as it may seem, she wished he was with her now. Her entire body ached and still, she was more bothered by the empty spot beside her. Shaking her head, she bites her lower lip. Would it be so bad if she showed a sliver of vulnerability for a single night? Would making a small concession such as this truly take away her power?

Before she has a chance to change her mind, she’s already outside of her tent. The cold chilled her to the bone, biting every inch of exposed skin. Teeth chattering, she looked to the tent next to hers as it was the only one so close – seemingly intentional.

Trying to open it in the cold seemed impossible as her fingers shook violently. Feeling faint, she wondered why she couldn’t just stay in her own tent for the night. Surely it would have been a better idea than to admit she’s scared to be alone.

A warm liquid trickled down her lip and she nearly laughed at her own idiocy. The darkness and cold and her own injuries have all been fairly good reasons for her to just sleep and try to recover and she still tried to find her husband who showed so much disdain for her in the past.

Just as she was about to give up, a familiar head of hair peaked through.

Shivering, she wipes the liquid from under her nose with the back of her hand. Looking at it, she realizes it’s blood. There’s a slightly dazed look in her eyes, the blood loss suffered over the past days leaving its mark.

Looking up at Kirigan, her lips tremble and she sways slightly as her legs threaten to give out. “I didn’t know who else to go to”, she mumbles meekly before collapsing into Kirigan’s arms.

No…Aleksander’s arms.

Pulling her inside, he wrapped her in his arms as she shivered. Covering her with blankets didn’t seem to help either, but he had confidence it would soon enough.

She closed her eyes, clinging to him and selfishly, he smiled. It brought back memories of the night she climbed atop of him to warm up, he assumed. She didn’t know he was awake then, but she did now. She trusted him enough to seek warmth and as her shivers stopped slowly. That’s when the Darkling realized he would never deny her anything she asked of him.

“Fuck”, he whispers under his breath and her eyes open.

He looked at her in a haunted way, a shadow of a bruise marred his jaw and she reached up to touch it, her chest aching when he nuzzled into her palm. They have never been quite as tender with one another, never so intimate. It felt surprisingly nice.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” She asked, feeling so emotionally raw. Physical pain and lingering fear of impending death must have weakened her for a short while. Surely, she can allow herself a few moments of humanity?

He caught her wrist and pulled her hand down to press flat over his heart. “Here.”

Drawing a shuddered breath, her eyebrows knitted in worry. That’s where the knife was, she remembered with guilt. He could have died for her. Hating him requires too much energy; one she had little to spare. For the night, he can just be her husband and she will just be his wife. What harm can it do?

“Why did you come for me? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t fight for me?” Her confidence wavered as he sighed, brushing his fingers along her cheek. Not only did he come for her, but he murdered men for her.

Blinking slow, half in a daze as a low-grade fever began to grip her too, she had no more strength to deny how beautiful he is or how disarming his charm is. He may never love her, but she could…she could love him. If she ever fell for him, she knew she’d never be able to unlove him. She wouldn’t want to and that…that felt oddly comforting. For once, she was too tired to listen to her mind that preferred to set the world on fire rather than care for him.

As her eyes closed and her face relaxed, he stayed awake. He didn’t understand it, but he embraced the warm feeling spreading in his chest as she fell asleep.

“I’d burn this world for you.”

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PART 7

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cheekygreenty · 3 years

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Hi, I just saw your prompt list for Shadow&Bone!! could you possibly do No. 2 from Angst, but like with a happy ending? Like reader n Kirigan are togeather but then Alina's comes along.. just, please let be happy at the end. I like angst, but my heart can't handle sad endings 😢😢 thank you!!! ❤❤

Future- The Darkling x Reader

(Very very angsty with a happy (?) ending. It made me cry a lil bit writing it ngl)

You trusted him, wholeheartedly. At least that's what you told yourself every day since she came to the Little Palace; the place you had always called home, where you felt safe from the prying eyes of the public.

Yet now, the place was fueled by harsh rumors of him and her. Everywhere you went you could hear a whisper, nobody tried to hide it anymore, the words were always entirely devoted to your crumbling union;

'I thought they were happy'

We were.

'How can he and Alina not be together, it's destiny.'

I'm starting to think so too.

You didn't acknowledge it. Just put on a sweet smile and a brave face. Don't let them see you're hurting. Even in your own home, you had to pretend and lie, which at the end of the day, when you laid in an empty bed, made you exhausted.

He told you she meant nothing more to him than a mere weapon. But that was when she first came and when he still managed to make it to your shared chambers and would whisper sweet nothings as you fell asleep.

It was different now, on more than one occasion you caught a glimpse of them together, him looking at her the way he always looked at you. However much he claimed to be a good actor and manipulator, there was something there and he couldn't deny it either.

You hadn't confronted him about it yet fearing that if you did, the truth would hurt and sting and make all those rumors true. In addition, you haven't seen him in days and the last time you did, he told you to stay away from the wonderful Sun-Summoner.

The truth was you knew deep down in your heart that she wasn't at fault. That she was not the root of the problem. You constantly fought with yourself to stop any hatred you felt towards her. She was lovely, kind compassionate, and innocent. She didn't deserve to feel your wrath.

But with that came the confusion of who to blame. You or Him. It made you tired and weak. The smallest of tasks made you drained and tears would well in your eyes at the thought of having to live another day like this, a day full of questioning yourself and the man you loved more than anything in the world.

No matter how much of a strong person you swore you were, this was taking a substantial toll on you. He had become your support network and he knew it, he loved it. He always said he finally felt appreciated when you came around, that he wasn't alone anymore. He had conditioned you to be this way. When times got tough, he was always your shoulder to cry on.

No doubt that shoulder was now next to Alina. Perhaps they went on a horse ride, visited the Black Heretic fountain, or were enjoying a rendezvous next to the lake.

You didn't want to know, all that mattered was that he wasn't there with you when you were falling apart. Maybe you relied on him too much.

You wondered if he noticed the whispers too, or the way you'd been missing crucial meetings, or even if he noticed you wearing your red kefta more often, ditching the black once you'd heard Genya speak of making a golden-black kefta for Alina, per the Darkling's request.

That was a punch in the gut. It hurt more than him avoiding conversation with you or even his deterrence of touching you. He had bestowed his colors to her when not even three months ago he didn't know she existed. It had taken you a long time to gain his trust and don his signature black yet all she had to do was waltz in and show up. And it hurt.

And now here you were, training the next generation of heartrenderers, as you did almost every day. You had given your life to the Little Palace and its Grisha and this is how you were being repaid. Not even Ivan, who you had shaped into an excellent soldier, had looked your way lately.

'Excuse me Ms. Y/L/N I have an urgent request from the General' You whipped your head around to the young Grisha boy with an obviously hurt look on your face which he couldn't understand.

'Of course' you choked out and took the piece of paper from his hands and watched him in sorrow as he left.

Ms.Y/L/N? what happened to moya sovereignny? You were never one to uphold the formality, but this was just another blow to your confidence. You were no longer referred to as his other half which only meant your position in the palace was quickly dwindling.

You opened the wax-sealed envelope and took out the thick sheet of paper. There was a time when he himself would deliver the news to you himself and use it as an excuse to spend extra time with you.

'I cannot make it to the meeting with the King this evening, attend and report back to me anything relevant, no horse business'

You scoffed loudly, drawing attention from the young Corporalki around you and leaned on the table in front of you. Not even a please or thank you. With the note clutched in your hand and tears of frustration in your eyes, you stormed out of the Corporalki room and towards his war room.

You peeked through the open door and seen him. He didn't look at all busy as he chatted with Zoya, Ivan, Fedyor, and some other Squaller you didn't recognize. Zoya threw her head back in laughter at something Fedyor said but Aleksander kept his stony expression. You threw the door open dramatically and everyone froze.

'Leave us' you cautioned as Aleksander's onyx eyes looked right into your own.

Nobody moved but Zoya was the first to speak ' Y/N, we're actually in a meeting if you couldn't tell' while everyone nodded along, except him.

You never had anything against anyone in that room, but in that moment you couldn't help yourself and used your small science to bring everyone to their knees in front of you, except him.

'Leave us' His voice rang out in the midst of their sharp breaths and chest-clutching. They scrambled to their feet and left one by one, Fedyor quietly muttering 'moya sovereignny' as he passed you which filled you with some courage. The door shut and the sound echoed over the walls.

You threw the note across the room and let it hit his arm. 'Did you forget your manners General? Or does it only apply to the people you claim to love?'

'Funny you should say that Y/N, you haven't attended any meetings in weeks without providing a reason. You're making me look like a fool'

'I'M MAKING YOU LOOK LIKE A FOOL?!' Your tears were now streaming down your face, falling quicker than you could wipe them away.

He stayed silent and that broke your heart even more, he could've said something, anything.

'Aleksander, I'm trying to keep myself together for everyone, I'm trying so very hard to appear normal and happy but I don't think I can do this any longer. The whispers and the rumors, watching you and her-' You slid down the door and sat on the floor, head resting on your knees. '-It's getting to me.... and it's killing me.'

You thanked the Saints you didn't see his face, for the silence spoke for itself. He didn't deny anything or reach out to comfort you. I've lost him.

'All I wanted was a happy ending.' You laughed a sad laugh that pulled at his heartstrings. With your eyes still facing away from him, you didn't see his hand go up to wipe the lone tear that fell down his face or the slight shake in his hands as he did so. He had no words that would comfort you. He knew what he'd done. He'd been avoiding you ever since he realized it. He didn't want to see you cry or see how his actions affected you.

Telling you that it means nothing to him was of no use. You had it in your mind now, forever engrained around his name, the rumors wouldn't stop and Alina was still around. He truly felt nothing of importance for her. All she meant for him was a key to a better future with you.

He approached you slowly, getting down on his knees next to you. He took your hand in his and held it up to his lips. He never prayed, but right now he silently muttered words to all the Saints. Don't let her leave.

'I'm so sorry Darling. Y/N I love you so much.'

'But you love her more' You yanked your hands away.

'NO. no. Y/N. I swear it. You are everything to me' He had grown serious now, he wanted you to look at him. He missed you.

'Then explain why you're parading her around like a Queen, letting her wear your colors, probably sleeping in her bed'

'I have never toucher her in that way. I'm yours Y/N.' Please look at me.

You lifted your head and looked at his beautiful face. He too looked tired, exhausted. His eyes were red and puffy. Saints, I've never seen him cry.

'You will have a happy ending. I promise Darling' He took your face into his hands and connected your foreheads together. 'I promise. I'm doing everything I can to make sure you will, and even if I can't, I swear you will you and our children-'

Children. Aleksander never spoke of them to the point where you had settled with the idea you'll never have them. Something about the desperation in his voice made you believe him, Aleksander was strong, he never gave up but he also never sacrificed himself for anybody. Up until now, you didn't think yourself worthy enough to be saved in exchange for him.

'-I would give up everything to see you and them safe, away from harm's way. Right now, the world doesn't deserve them, but once I do what I have to do, I'll give you children. However many you want, Just stay. Please'

You were borderline hysterical as you melted into his embrace. Weeks of frustration and hurt disappeared into thin air. Aleksander held you so tight you were having trouble breathing but you didn't care. He held you all day and all night. All meetings and tasks forgotten.

He explained everything in detail, from the stag and firebird to what happens if things don't go to plan. He kept nothing from you, not even the stress and pressure he felt. You comforted him as he always does to you. You fell asleep together and dreamed of a life with a happy ending, one where you never had to doubt his motives, you dreamed of your future.

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Hi there! I was wondering if I could request some headcannons of what it would be like to be in a relationship with sanemi, rengoku, and gyomei, separately of course ❤️ thank you I’m advance

Kny characters dating headcanons

YES YES I’ve always wanted to make one of these ^^ to make things better you added some of my favorite boys ~Kyō and Nemi ~ uhhh no offense Gyomei

Also thx for the request @ethereal-tooreal

Rengoku

🔥-He’s a sweet, loving and passionate lover

🔥- He is also a very supportive boyfriend

🔥- If you start something new he’s right behind you every step of the way and he’ll always try to find ways to help you become even better

🔥- Rengoku loves to buy you nice smelling perfumes/colognes,oils or lotions and whenever he hugs you he likes to try and guess what scent you’re wearing

🔥- “ mmmm are you wearing lavender today my love?”

🔥- “Wow Kyō, you’re getting better at guessing”

🔥- Rengoku loves to bring you cute little stuff animals when he comes back from a mission, he especially gets them if they remind him of you

🔥-“Darling look at this stuffed chicken I got you, it reminded me so much of you!”

🔥- “Umm Kyō you think I look like a chicken?”

🔥-“A very cute chicken!”

🔥- Oh so your name is y/n? Yea not anymore when dating Rengoku

🔥- He calls you every single cute name an s/o would call their lover expect your actual name

🔥- So expect him to call you darling, my love or his person favorite my little flame

🔥- If he calls you by your real name be a little bit worried

🔥- Speaking on names, before you two even started dating he always called you y/n-chan because he always admired you and found you cute 🥺

🔥- You’re going to hear me say this more than once but Rengoku is a slut for forehead kisses, because you’re shorter than him and he thinks it’s very convenient

🔥-Rengoku is almost 6’0/ 177 cm so there’s a slim chance you’re taller than him BUT if you are taller than him or the same height he’ll tip-toe to give you the forehead kiss and he never gets embarrassed to do so

🔥-He loves it when you play with his hair, and he doesn’t mind how many colorful or childish clips you put in it

🔥- He loves to take you to festivals for dates and when you two go he buys you literally anything you look at

🔥- He also loves to go restaurant hoping with you, you both decided to try every ramen shop in Japan and to determine which sells the best one

🔥- If you’re a Hasira like him, he’ll always save you a seat near him for pillar meetings

🔥- He loves going on missions with you that way he can spend more time with you and he can protect, but he doesn’t always go and he never makes a fuss about it. Kyō strongly believes in your strength and he knows you can protect yourself

🔥- If you’re not a slayer, and he’s off on missions you and would usually spend your time playing, cooking or baking with Senjurō and sometimes Mitsuri. When he comes back home he just leans on the door way looking and you two and fawning over how adorable the sight is

BONUS

🔥- Since you spend a lot of time at the Rengoku estate his father always has something negative to say about your presence but Rengoku being the amazing lover he is, always defends you and is not afraid to say something back to his father

Sanemi

☁️- He is the definition of a tsundere

☁️- Ok I know we’re all tired of hearing it but it’s TRUE

☁️- He’s so sweet and gentle with you and a literal demon to other people

☁️- He never yells or gets mad at you unlike with others

☁️- And if he does he regrets it after words and immediately apologizes

☁️- Behind close doors Sanemi is extremely clingy and he always wants to be wrapped up around you

☁️- but in public he isn’t like that because he hates PDA, so that means no kissing, hugging or anything of that sorts

☁️- Even though he doesn’t want physical affection in public he’ll still treat you way better than anyone else and is still calm and gentle with you when others are around

☁️- and because it’s Sanemi no one dares call him out on his major shift of behavior towards you

☁️- Sanemi is definitely the listener in the relationship, he much rather you talk about your day than his

☁️- but maybe he’ll rant about how stupid he thinks his Tsugukos and the other pillars are from time to time

☁️- If you’re a demon hunter he’s going on every mission with you, it doesn’t matter if you’re an extremely strong hunter or the weakest he’s still going with you because he wants to protect you

☁️- If you’re not a slayer he’d ask you to move into his estate with him, he doesn’t really care if it’s still the early parts of your relationship he’ll still ask, he asks because you’ll be close to him most of the time and with that he can easily protect you if a demon attacks plus he likes your company but he didn’t tell you that last part

☁️- He also got you a cute little puppy to keep your company while he’s away on mission because he doesn’t want you to be lonely but instead of telling you that he used the excuse it’s to “ protect” the estate from intruders

☁️- Like any normal couple you both have fights and it’s usually about him being overprotective with you, him getting jealous or when he doesn’t listen to you when you tell him to be more careful because he can be very reckless

☁️- To summarize your fights, it’s usually person A is trying to help person B, but person B is too stubborn to realize that

☁️- Sanemi loves to give you hugs from the back, that way you can’t see the smile on his face

☁️- He is the type of s/o who does everything for you but will never admit it

☁️- For example he’ll be the one to buy all the groceries or clean different rooms in the house and when you ask about it he always says you did it and you probably forgot you did

☁️- You and Genya are definitely close, he treats you like an older sibling, Sanemi acts like he hates it but deep down he’s just so happy that the two most important people in his life can get along

☁️- Speaking on Genya he actually had a small crush on you the first time he met you, but it wasn’t serious, he respects his brother and would never make a move on you , the crush was more of an innocent childhood crush

☁️- mmmm how to put this in simpler words........Sanemi is well a bit motherly towards you

☁️- but it doesn’t come off so because he’s so aggressive with it, he always makes you eat all your vegetables or something a strict mother would want their child to do for their well-being

☁️- His motherly nature always comes off as a threat

☁️-“Ok dumbass if you don’t eat all of your greens that’ll be the only thing you can eat for the week”

☁️- “Y/n if you’ve been up for too long go to bed now or I’ll beat you tf up”

☁️-but don’t worry they’re all empty threats..... I think

☁️- Sanemi does anything you ask him to do, so if you want to go to the festival he’ll go but he will mutter out a few complaints on the way

Gyomei

🪨- He’s such a gentle giant

🪨- Because of his large size, at the start of your relationship he was always too scared to hug or kiss you in fear that he may hurt you

🪨- So before any hug or kiss from him he would ask if he can do it, you told him he didn’t have to but it took him while fall out of his habit

🪨- He is very gentle with you but unlike Sanemi he doesn’t mind showing his gentleness with you around others

🪨- He loves hand holding, he really enjoys feeling you warmth against his own

🪨- Plus he has big and soft hands, so hand holding is always a delight

🪨- He strongly believes that a relationship is built on communication and trust

🪨- He is not the type to shy away from his feelings and always tells you how he really feels

🪨- During your relationship you’ll never have to worry about him being dishonest or feel like you two are pulling away from each-other

🪨- Even though he’s been blind for a while and can take care of hisself just fine, he doesn’t get mad if you help him out here or there

🪨- because he is blind he has bit of trouble recognizing who’s walking up to him but he always knows when you wak to him because he memorized the sound of you footsteps

🪨- If you are a slayer he loves helping you train and he’s constantly telling you ways you can improve your breathing style

🪨-Also he’ll rarely go on mission with you, it’s only because he doesn’t want you to depend on him too much and he wants you to become strong on your own, if he ever dies he’ll be glad to know you’re going to be just fine without him

🪨- While you are on your mission he’ll pray for you and your safe return

🪨- If you aren’t a hunter he would train you and teach you his breathing style in his dojo, and it’s not to make you be apart of the demon corps but rather to mane you have a good chance of survival if a demon ever attacks, but if you do want to become a demon hunter he would be against it at first but eventually let you join

🪨- I know this is a dating headcanon butttt once your relationship with him is more mature he’ll definitely ask you to marry him. He’s more of the traditional type so he definitely thought of marriage more than once in your relationship and was very excited to pop the question

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