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walaskart · 7 months

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Those Green Eyes

Summary: Loki reaches out from beyond the timelines.

Loki x Reader (No use of Y/N)

A/N I'm just trying to get out of my writing slump so I'm writing the first thing that comes to mind: my darkling Loki <3 Will there be a second part? Hopefully! I want to do it from Loki’s perspective. Also yes, this is cheesy because I like cheesy. Love y'all.

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He came in your dreams, disappearing the second your alarm startled you awake, reminding you of reality. Your life began to feel distant, like there was a part missing only those mischievous green eyes could fill. You rose from bed, rubbing your eyes and trying to grasp on to that laugh you heard last night as you slept. You can’t remember when it started, only how you felt the first time you felt his presence as you slept. As you make your morning coffee, you try to piece together the vague details you could still remember; long, ink black hair, long fingers, his fleeting laugh, those sparkling green eyes. His name. You knew his name it was on the tip of your tongue. L-

Later. Right now you had to focus on what's real, so you walk back to your bedroom, ignoring your unmade bed and picking out an outfit for another day at the antique bookstore you worked at. You picked a simple pink sweater and jeans, too heavy for the summer weather but perfect for the air conditioned store. Now finished with your mug of coffee, you grab your bag with everything you meed for the day and prepare to leave your apartment to start your walk to work.

As you walk down the busy streets of your tourist filled town, suddenly every person you saw reminded you of him. 'Those cheekbones look familiar' 'Those are his lips' 'That’s his hair'. Your eyes dart from person to person, trying to puzzle together the man in your dreams, almost like a collage of features. Though none of them had his eyes. Those effervescent green eyes. Tonight, you think to yourself, I'll look more closely.

Your whole shift, you're head is in the clouds as you answer questions and check out books. You've had dreams of strangers before, but why did he keep reappearing? Why is he stuck in your head? And why can't you remember? You interrogate yourself over and over until your shift ends, looking forward to crashing in bed and see his face once again.

By the time you get home and finish your dinner, you're ready for sleep, somehow feeling closer to him than usual. After your shower, you lie in bed and get as comfortable as you can and feel yourself drift into sleep. I'll see you soon, L-

Your eyes open, taking in your surroundings. Every night it's somewhere different, tonight you're in a field of grass and wild flowers. You look down to see you're wearing a green slip dress and no shoes. You feel the wind rush through your hair and everything returns to you. You remember.

"Loki!" You call, and begin running. You don't know where you're going but you know you'll find him. "Loki!!"

And suddenly there he is. Sitting under a tree in a loose green shirt and black pants, he hears your calls and looks to you with those beautiful green eyes. As he stands and smiles, Loki opens his arms for you to run into.

“My darling,” Loki chuckles as you are enter in his embrace and suddenly you remember every night you've spent with him now. Sitting together, sometimes talking, sometimes not. You remember his stories; his quest for a throne, his family, his adventures, his ending. You remember him listening to your stories of your bookstore in Salem, your search to adopt the perfect cat, your current novel you’re reading. You remember the places he’s taken you in your dreams; any place on Earth you ask for, Asgard, Yggdrasil. Every place was empty, except for the two of you. When you asked, Loki explained none of it was real, just him projecting an image into your dreams.

Tonight, there was no adventure, no stories. Just you and Loki resting in each other’s arms under the tree.

“Good morning, darling.” Loki chuckles and kisses the top of your head. You hear your alarm, quietly at first but slowly growing louder.

As Loki runs his hand through your hair, you think it’d be okay to forget every morning as long as each night you come back to this.

You look up at him and smile. “Until tomorrow night, Loki.”

As long as you come back to those beautiful green eyes.

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myhairpintrigger · 10 months

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hiiii! i just had an idea in mind while i was listening to daylight by taylor swift. haha! can i request a fic that is based on daylight? wherein aleksander plans on expanding the fold but his whole plan changed when he met the reader who happened to have expressed her enthusiasm in tearing the fold down to him; like how she wants to finally be able to live somwhere safe with her lover. and when Aleksander thought of her words, he somehow imagined himself together with the reader. basically, just him being madly in love with the reader that he's willing to change every evil plan of his for her. and can they meet while the whole seducing alina thing is going on? i know it's kinda of unclear, you can change some parts if you're willing to write it! anyway, good day!

hi oh my gosh it’s been a minute. i’m so sorry for being so inactive!!! i’m trying to be better about writing! i hope this is what you were looking for my sweet anon. if not… please let me know and i’ll be happy to rewrite it. i love u all so bad. i’m almost to 300 followers and that’s not really a huge milestone in the grand scheme of things but it makes me so happy and i appreciate every single one of you angels more than u will ever know. kisses and hugs <3

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none! mostly soft

All of You, All of Me, Intertwined (aleksander morozova x princess!reader)

“That’s the world I’d like to live in.” You finished, smiling over at the Darkling.

He stared at you, fighting the urge to let his mouth fall open in the slightest. He’d just listened to you tell him in detail for nearly fifteen minutes about how you wanted Ravka to be safer. Free of the Fold, free of the war. Free of hatred and evil. It wasn’t unbelievable to him that you’d want this, saints bless your gentle soul.

No, what became unbelievable to him is that he was actually considering your point of view.

“You look taken aback, was it something I said?” You asked and eyed the man in front of you suspiciously.

He found his voice finally and shook his head at you, “No. I just think that what you said was lovely, Princess.” He stated, more honestly than he’d like to have admitted.

You smiled contently at him and sipped your tea before turning to look out the window, a comfortable silence surrounding the two of you.

You were the Princess of Ravka, and while Aleksander had known you practically all your life, he’d never really spoken to you until the day he had returned to Os Alta with Alina. It had nearly been two months since then, and every single day, he fell a little bit more in love with you. You came around often. At first it was for Alina, then it became less for her and more for Aleksander, and then it became just for him. Your walks and chats with Alina Starkov became teas and deep conversations with Aleksander.

Looking at you now made his heart ache deliciously. The way the sun illuminated your profile and made it look as though you were emanating your own light, like his very own little star. Or his sun. Alina may have been the Sun Summoner, but she was not you. You were a breath of fresh air, a ray of sunshine, golden, like daylight.

You cleared your throat after some time had passed and you turned your head towards Aleksander, “Do you think it’s possible? With the Sun Summoner here?” You asked him with hopefulness in your bright eyes.

Aleksander clumsily nodded along to your question, “My Princess, you will get your happy ending. One way or another, I’ll ensure that.” He found his promise to be much more truthful than he’d expected it to be, and he was unsure of how to feel about it.

You, however, looked as content as you could have ever been. There was an excitement sparkling behind your eyes that made him believe that he would earnestly do whatever you asked of him. He probably would.

He rose from the table before you and he held his hand out for you to take, giving you a gentle smile.

“Let me escort you back to the Palace, yes? You have your lessons.” He offered.

“I don’t wish to go to them today.” You sighed and gently took his much larger hand. He pulled you to your feet gently and then he chuckled.

“Your parents will have my head if I keep you through another.” He stated.

You simply sighed and then nodded towards the doors, “Lead the way, Darkling.” You teased.

You seemed to have missed the little smile that danced upon said Darkling’s lips.

Aleksander stood with his hands down against his war table, his teeth grinding down against each other as he clenched his jaw impossibly tight.

He shouldn’t want this. He shouldn’t want to halt every single one of his hundred year old plans for something so silly as a little Princess’s wishes. But alas, here he was, considering just that. The conflict between him and his darker half raged on in his mind and he let out a grunt. Anger flared his nostrils and curled his hands into fists, and he was about to send everything flying off of his war table, until he heard his door open.

Your tired little voice pulled his attention elsewhere and he turned towards you, jaw still tightly clenched.

“I apologize for the intrusion, sir. I just… found myself awake, craving your company.” You explained shyly, looking anywhere but his face.

His face, seconds ago twisted with anger, softened dramatically with your words and he brushed his hand through his hair slowly, letting his jaw relax.

“You should be asleep in your bed in the Grand Palace, Princess. Your parents will boil over if they catch you here.” He said in a gravelly tone.

You didn’t seem to care about what he had to say, and instead walked forward towards him, “You seem distressed.” You noted, arriving at his side.

You grasped his arm as gently as you could with your hands and you pulled him a bit closer to your side.

Your touch seemed to bring him some form of comfort, you thought, because when you pulled him closer, his muscles relaxed and he tipped his head downwards to look into your eyes.

“War does that to men.” He answered vaguely. No need to mention that the war in question was between him and himself.

“Well, I have full faith that you’ll put a stop to this incessant conflict.” You said sweetly, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the side of his arm.

He gaped at you as you pulled away from him and leaned back against the table. Aleksander had his suspicions about you perhaps returning his affections, but never once had you been so brazen on how you displayed it. Though you’d kissed him over his thick kefta, he felt as if something warm was searing through his clothes and heating his skin like sunlight would.

You didn’t seem to mind his stare, much less his visibly racing mind.

After a moment of his pleasant bewilderment, he cleared his throat and then stepped closer to you, “You have too much faith in me, Your Grace.”

“You’re wrong.”

“There is only so much I can do about our current state.” He replied and leaned closer to you, his hand rising to find itself holding the side of your face.

“Yet I have full faith in you bringing peace to this country.” You whispered and then smiled up at him, nuzzling your cheek into his cold palm.

He didn’t say anything further, he only stared down into your eyes. He didn’t even know what he could say to you. He wanted to tell you of his plans with The Fold, how he meant to expand it. And then he wanted to tell you how he wanted to dismantle it for you.

How he would dismantle it for you, he decided. But it’s not like he could admit to all the wicked things he’d planned to do before you began to infect his every thought. He couldn’t even begin to think of what to say to you at that very moment.

So he kissed you instead.

As you slept next to Aleksander that night, he stared up at the ceiling. You laid contently with your head against his shoulder, both of your arms wrapped around one of his. Eventually, he grew bored of trying to make out patterns on the ceiling and he turned his attention to you.

Even in sleep, you were just as lively and bright as you were during the day. He wrapped both of his arms around your body and pulled you flush against this side.

You were so peaceful, so calm. His heart seemed to jump from its place in his chest and he leaned down to press a little kiss to your hairline.

The war, he could not guarantee would stop. Men will be men. They will fight and they will burn. But The Fold? He could guarantee that it would fall, he decided, staring down at your sleeping form.

He’d tear it down with ferocity, with determination. He’d give you the family you wanted. He’d be the lover you deserved, in a country safe and free of such vulgar darkness. He’d spend every waking moment fighting off every single thing that came and worked to undo the world he’d swear to build for you.

Because you were golden.

Like daylight.

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shirewalker · 7 years

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make me choose → @captainvkirk asked: nikolai or the darkling

#grishaedit #tgtedit #litedit #dailylit #the grisha trilogy #nikolai lantsov #grishaverse #grisha #ya lit #yalitedit #my beautiful perfect king <3 #i almost sneaked a kiss pic in here but hehe i'll leave that for later *wink wink*#mine:grisha #mine:mmc #nikolai :d #listen i love darkles sparkles #but nikolai is king of my heart *king_of_my_heart.mp3 starts playing*#my graphics #king of my heart

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lantsovsupremacist · 3 years

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nikolai lantsov: currents

warnings: nikolai lantsov being the best man ever wouldn’t you know 🙄☝️

spoilers: set during king of scars but no major spoilers!!!

you looked up from the paperwork strewn about the desk situated in a far corner of the war room. tucked away here, you would never be the first target. some might call it paranoia or chalk it up to the trauma of the civil war, but you simply preferred a spot to observe quietly in the shadows.

toyla and tamar followed the king inside, nodding at zoya, genya, and david surrounding you.

“oh. it’s you. it’s all of you. i...” the man, or more likely boy, who skittered into the room spoke in a squeaky tone, “an absolute honor. a dream, really.”

briefly meeting nikolai’s eyes as he turned around from shutting the door behind him, you transferred your line of sight to the figure now bowing at your feet. zoya scoffed, eyes rolling to the heavens. genya and david shared a cohesive frown.

dropping the pen from your hand, you pushed your hair over your shoulders and straightened. you listened thoughtfully as he gave an introduction to each of your fellow grisha, recounting his apparent conclusions of them. when he treaded the sparkling waters that were genya, your face began to drop into anger.

“the first tailor, who bears the marks of the darkling’s blessing.”

her flinch did not go unnoticed by you. and as the only one whose temper rivaled yours kept hers in check, you failed to. the pressure immediately began to decrease in the room and the air dry of any moisture. nikolai’s head whipped up, perhaps the one most familiar with your temperament (other than zoya in your shared youth—never happy to be on the receiving end of a soaked kefta in class).

his hands flew up, taking a step towards you, bartering with any position he could gain. your fierce protection over genya was not unknown to those close to you, a flaw in the monk’s faulty perception. you let your shoulders fall, calming any potential downpour.

if yuri noticed your show of power, he made no move to address it, “ravka’s most powerful tide maker. oh the stories of how the darkling sanctioned you with the power to drown men on land.”

you froze but not because of a lie. his words were all true. the darkling hand selected you for this special training at age eleven. you allowed the legend to transpire, protecting you much like kaz brekker, dirtyhands of ketterdam. this was not a lore you would repeat with starry eyes and dreams of an otherworldly fantasy. none of the lives you had been forced to take before jumping ship to join sturmhond during the civil war could be washed away.

for all of your hard edges and brutal words, there were chinks in your armor that could not be hidden. tamar and toyla brought a hand to their weapons in startling unison. zoya’s eyes called out for yours.

nikolai’s features immediately darkened, an eclipse shadowing the usual light in his eyes. he rose from his chair slowly, exhibiting all of the power that he had inherited.

the shameless monk managed to hold himself upright but the unchecked tremble of his fingers exposed the fear instilled by the king’s actions.

“if i ever hear of her name—any of their names—leaving your mouth again,” nikolai began, his words sharper than the edge of his sword, “for any purpose in any country,” nikolai paused to watch yuri shrink under his steady gaze, “there will be nothing left for your believers to mourn into martyrdom.”

you held your chin high, your eyes twin daggers poised to launch across the room and eagerly embed themselves in a target. the ire in your chest began to subside upon witnessing yuri’s response to your boyfriend’s threats, only to be readily replaced by a flush of desire as his hazel eyes sharpened.

breaking eye contact with the monk who could not decide where to offer his, you glanced about the room. zoya had steeled herself beside you, radiating enough anger to address each of yuri’s mislead and misspoken opinions. even david’s face appeared from behind the book in his hands, though he kept his page by leaving it open to rest on his lap.

“am i correct in my assumption that you have heard me clearly,” nikolai’s voice carried across the walls, not quite commanding any longer but instead demanding the attention of those stood inside.

“y-yes your highness,” yuri stumbled out weakly as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his wiry nose.

after finishing up matters with your friends, nikolai took off out of the room, glancing back to make sure you intended to follow. you fell in step behind him, remaining quiet until you reached the stairs leading up to his chambers.

“i could have handled him, you know,” you pressed nikolai, hands repeatedly flexing and unflexing as they brushed against the sides of your blue kefta. your tone held no anger, simply indicating a truth.

nikolai drummed his fingers against the railing, pausing before turning back to face you, “of course you could have, love, but where’s the fun in that for me?”

you appreciated his willingness to defend your honor but the playfulness in his tone felt forced. he did not even make an attempt at his trademark smile imbued by charm and confidence. you decided in that moment that you would do to see it’s safe return.

“nik,” you spoke, repeating yourself after the absence of an answer, “nik.” your hand finding its way into his own hanging limply at his side.

“do you really see yourself in that way?” his voice shook, nearly choking on his final words.

any time the topic was brought up, nikolai was reminded of your stance. you had broken down to him the night after the darkling fell at the hands of alina starkov. no matter any of your friend’s persuasion, you stood firm in your position. you deserved to pay for the harm you inflicted on so many innocent. you were a monster, one who had given in to being handcrafted by another.

the untroubled nature with which he typically carried himself had vanished. your own expression faltered. his particular kind of magic, knowing smirks and careful quips that were like incantations for smiles, vanished.

and while it was normal for nikolai to drop the facade of a charming king around you, the pain held in his eyes plummeted your heart into your stomach.

“i think i did once,” you replied airily, not wasting your breath on a lie that nikolai could surely detect before the sound waves settled, “right after the war ended.”

nikolai chewed on the inside of his cheek anxiously, “but you’ve intentionally chosen past tense to describe these feelings.”

“yes,” you nodded, drawing your lover closer to you by the lapels of his jacket, “always so observant. it’s only of the many things i admire about you.”

nikolai sighed, closing his eyes and letting his blonde curls fall upon your forehead. you brought a hand up to stroke his cheekbone, soaking in the warmth of his skin pressed up against own.

“your strength,” nikolai said after a moment, drawing a hand to your waist, “your perseverance.”

“hmm?” you hummed quietly in question, content to reside with him inside this moment only belonging to the two of you.

“qualities i admire in you, my love,” he smiled after a moment, not entirely to be described as filled with confidence but surety nonetheless.

the flush of color in your cheeks always reminded nikolai of the pink dahlias planted in his favorite corner of the garden. maybe it was because it was where he had first kissed you. he decided that was probably his reason, although he never needed one to justify the beauty of either the memory or girl in front of him now.

too caught up in the memory, nikolai’s lips dipped to yours. you could always grasp a lingering taste of saltwater no matter how far away he was from sea, how many weeks removed. it reminded you of home. it was home.

“i love that you protect me, sobachka” you whispered against his lips, down his jaw and neck.

you did not need the exaggerated tales of your terrifying capabilities to destroy to wear as armor anymore, for you had the best man you had ever known to guard you.

as his hand wove into your hair and the other spiraling lower down your back, your breath hitched in your throat when he answered, “i can do so much more than that, my sea.”

nikolai settled on a simple quip, something guaranteed to make you smile. as a boy, he dreamed of a girl who would laugh at all of his jokes. when he grew, he figured many would be forged, a fallacy to fall in good graces with the king. he had yet to detect a lie within the giggles that left your lips.

the golden haired king would do anything to see you smile. he would pour hours into chasing perfection for you. once, he had even allowed toyla to confer with him about romantic poetry. despite the recitation being quite dreadful, you had laughed the most you had in a long time that day. now, just to catch up with the smallest piece of that magic again, he brought a new poem to you each night.

“i thought that i had seen the most gorgeous sights as sturmhond,” he began, unable to help biting his lip at your smallest quirk of a smile, “the volkvolny showed me how to fall in love with the endless waves at sea.”

you sucked in a breath, immersed in the way he spoke so intentionally. he was entrancing. you loved to hear about his travels before you met him, immersed in his storytelling.

“but none of them were every as beautiful as the ones you make,” he finished with a grin.

instead of reaching up to smack him at the cliche, you ignored your first reaction and instead pulled him closer to you. with your hands tucked against the back of his neck, you allowed your thumb to ruffle his lose and unruly curls. here, he was soft and gentle, untouched by his role.

“our ship had four other tidemakers,” you voiced softly, recalling your betrayal of the darkling after sturmhond’s crew imposed a mutiny, “but you chose me to lead the crew. you told me that was because i was the most powerful, but i certainly wasn’t with the waves. my power was not as practiced with currents.”

“but they were the prettiest,” he chuckled with puppy dog eyes honoring his nickname.

you gaped at this confession, “are you telling me you picked me as a leader during a war because the waves i created were pretty?” the initial seriousness in your tone melted away with every breath.

“i remember calling them the prettiest,” he twisted your hips, swaying you with him, “didn’t help me that the girl that could make them was the most gorgeous one i had ever seen. darling, i’m a prince, so i will inform you now that i have met a lot of people.”

your laughter was more delicate now, trailing off as you found direction in his eyes, “i had not been trusted with currents in years,” your voice softened, “he wanted my power elsewhere. i hated all of it. do you know the only memory i have of my parents is my father guiding the currents with me while we fished outside of town as a child? i was so excited to create like that with my power but all i did was destroy,” fighting back any moisture building in your eyes, you continued, “you gave me that back, nikolai.”

nikolai felt his heart stir inside his chest. he caught up to one of his most favorite smiles of yours. a rarity it was, reserved for the quietest and most understated moments that you could hardly share due to the both of your occupations and temperaments.

“i love every part of you,” nikolai dictated, “every drop of saltwater in the sea could not compare.”

you repeated the phrase before stilling, “well, now you’ve gone and ruined this with another one of toyla’s fictions.”

“ah, ah,” he tsked, “i made that one up myself, love.”

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black-rose-writings · 3 years

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Reading Siege and Storm because I hate myself

To begin, I’d like to state that this is my first read-through and I only have vague idea of the plot I’ve gathered from fanfics and tumblr posts.

Long post ahead

Chapter 1

So... at first I was like - huh, this isn’t as bad as I thought, but the moment Alina gets introspective, it all goes to hell.

Like, she’s being physically made sick by not using her powers, which is making her feel useless - like, she says, pretty much verbatim: “The only thing I was ever good at was being a Sun Summoner and I’m not that anymore.”

I’m gonna beat those paragraphs over the head of anyone, who says Alina got a good ending.

I’ve also noticed just how often the like “I pushed that thought away” is used and more often than not, it’s used on thoughts that should probably not be pushed away.

Ah, yes, here he comes, my boy Darkles, being the dramatic bitch he always is. We get it, you’re the hot villain, tempting the good and pure heroine away from being good and pure.

And I’m just now realizing how many times in this chapter has Alina lamented their lack of privacy. We have to ensure the reader doesn’t hink she’s *gasp* sleeping with Mal.

Chapter 2

What?

Alina is tripping balls while being put under by a Heartrender, got it.

Darkling is being the voice of reason, but I’m getting the distinct feeling it won’t last.

Ivan gets one point, because Alina is in fact a traitor, but he’s also being a cunt, so it doesn’t really count.

Alina at Sturmhond: Do you even care about Ravka?

Me at Alina: Do you?

Chapter 3

“Mermaids are not real”. I’m pretty sure they are in the Grishaverse.

My boy Darkles is still making sense, but Alina is dedicated to being against him just for the hell of it, it seems.

Did this bitch just throw a tantrum, because he told her, what we can assume is the truth? Okay. Like, I get that she’s at best 18, but still. Not exactly the type of protagonist whose head I like being in.

And in that moment, dozens of smut fics were born.

Chapter 4

Wow, that was quick.

Aaand. What had just happened?

Chapter 5

Sturmhond is a funny bitch, I’ll give him that.

And this entire conversation, it seems like Mal’s entire purpose is to stand behind Alina threateningly and repeat what she said, lol.

I’d like to remind Alina (and LB) that a king in an absolutist monarchy (which is what Ravka appears to be) is very much a tyrant. Don’t make it sound like Ravka didn’t have a tyrant before. And at the very least, my boy Darkles seems pretty competent.

A man calling himself a Storm Dog likes dogs. No shit.

Chapter 6

I hate Mal. Dude, this is your girlfriend, maybe like... listen to her? Don’t bludgeon her with the one other guy she was kinda-sorta with, when you are a well known manwhore?

I don’t know man, I don’t like him.

Everyone: You can’t have more than one amplifier, it’s dangerous.

Alina: Haha, sparkles go brrrr

Chapter 7

In other news, pirates are funny.

Holy shit, they have a plane.

That was... a lot. And we’re crossing the Fold again, yay.

Chapter 8

You feel bad for the Volcra but not for the people you’ve left for dead in the Fold last time? Okay.

Baby Volcra. Am I supposed to say “ew” or “aww”? If I tried doing both at the same time, it would probably sound like one.

Jesus fucking Christ this book is a ride.

Did Alina really just have an “oh no, he’s hot?” moment? *sighs*

Puppy boy has a title longer than Daenerys, jesus.

Alina, my dear, you could have waited for a bit before doing that. There’s like thirty soldier with guns around you and you’ve just punched a prince.

Then again, you’ve never been smart, have you?

Chapter 9

For once, I completely agree with him. I know you two have lost your one shared braincell on that first crossing of the Fold but still, that was very dumb of you, Alina.

I’m starting to get why people were calling Nikolai “Darkling light”. Definitelly seems appropriate.

Mal, calm the fuck down, that was the least romantic proposal I’ve ever heard and you know it.

You two didn’t even let Alina get a word in for the last page. What right do you have to her, Mal, huh? Nikolai is making sense and you’re being an idiot.

What’s your deal Mal? What the fuck do you want?

And why in the hell are you the endgame love interest?

That’s an awful lot of guilt-tripping you’re doing there, Mal. No need to be pissy about it.

Chapter 10

The bones thing is definitelly yikes.

Saints, Mal, are you on your period or something? Alina doesn’t belong to you. Alina can make her own choices. Get a grip.

“You think I’m like the Darkling?” Yes. The Darkling isn’t all bad. You’re at war. No need to get your panties in a twist over a few fingers.

Oh, look, Alina has a cult now, nice.

Chapter 11

Your “dad” is a rapist, Nikolai. Quite possibly a pedo. He got exactly what he deserved.

I’d go for the second option. Especially after that stunt. Jesus, you could have asked her beforehand.

At least Darkles had the decency to make out with her in private.

Also like... why is every single person in this series so far an asshole?

Chapter 12

We meet the King again, unfortunately.

Alina gets Darkles’s old job.

This should be a total disaster, but let’s see where it goes anyway.

Chapter 13

Alina’s nuts, yay.

(I know they have a Force-bond-thingy. I also know they did it before Reylo did.)

Chapter 14

Oh boy, Alina’s not doing as bad as I thought.

For the 100th time in this book, I wish I had Nikolai’s confidence. Though it is getting a bit too much.

Puppy boy is dropping some truth bombs. Nice.

But he doesn’t realize that my boy Darkles has very good reasons to not align with Fjerdans - a) they think he’s a demon and b) they want Grisha dead.

I’m not gonna say she was, but like... the monarchy is very much corrupt.

Oh, boy, Baghra. This one’s gonna go well.

Yep, Baghra’s as pleasant as ever.

So... Baghra’s plan in book 1 really had been to just have Alina run away and hope for the best? Jesus Christ, lady. I’m not saying she deserved to have her eyes taken away, but she is definitelly a trash person and I’m not surprised her son turned out the way he did.

Also, I’m fairly certain that Baghra is literally slowly killing herself - that the reason she looks so old and frail is because she’s started to supress her power and it’s literally killing her, because, you know, she’s bonkers old.

Chapter 15

Nerd Alina > Self-pitying Alina

Also, I’m just saying, Alina comments on Zoya being attractive a whole lot - I get that she’s meant to be insecure, but I’m interpreting it as her being gay, because I need some happiness in my life, okay?

Just kill the sleazy old Rasputin-wanna-be. There’s plenty of them to go around in this series.

Chapter 16

Vasily takes after his father in creep factor.

Why not the Darkling being courted by a horny prince? Be a bit creative.

Chapter 17

Nikolai has big ADHD energy and I love him for it. Fits right in with the heavily autism-coded Fabricators.

*sighs at heteronormativity again*

*sighs at improper gendering of titles*

Date night with Mal. This is gonna be a disaster, isn’t it?

Chapter 18

Fun night of cultural appropriation, yay.

I hate cultists.

LET. ALINA. GO. FERAL. Please.

You two are going to give me a headache, I swear.

Darkles cockblocking Alina. And Malice threw a tantrum. Nice.

Chapter 19

You’re way too harsh on Genya, Alina.

Horny Alina rights.

They have a laser, now. Cool. Or, well, enormously hot.

Mal is being a drunk a-hole. Great. When does he become likable? Does he ever?

Banter between Mal and Alina? Kinda weird, always somehow comes back to either of them being insecure.

Banter between Alina and Nikolai? I’m all for it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a Darklina trash, but like... Nikolai is fun. I could see him and Alina having an arranged political marriage and ending up falling in love years into it, that’s all I’m saying.

Chapter 20

Just let this one go, Alina, please. You two are not working out. Please, end it with him. You’ll both probably be happier. (I’m saying this with the full knowledge that Malina is endgame).

Jesus Alina, get your shit together. You have every right to be mad, because you two didn’t actually break up, you didn’t kiss Nikolai and also, I don’t like Mal.

Sooo... when is Alina going to realize her manchild of a boyfriend is an amplifier?

Chapter 21

Alina has the horny sickness, lol.

Jesus Christ, girl, I don’t want to read your vaguely suicidal thoughts.

Mal, you fucking idiot.

Alina, stop defending Mal.

Chapter 22

Alina has a logical thought? Impossible.

Finally, some action.

Chapter 23

Oh, boi, this is going great.

Oh, boi, Alina’s having another martyr moment.

And, we’re done.

Finally.

That was a ride. Nothing really happens for like ten chapters and then everything happens in one and a half.

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #siege and storm #review #darklina #anti mal #I guess #reading binges like this yeet me right back into middle school

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serpenteve · 3 years

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As a fierce Zoyalai shipper, I'm loving this Darkolai/Nikolai as the Sun Summoner agenda. Really, Nikolai being the Sun Summoner fits him SO well (no pun intended) and it makes the plot and the conflict much more interesting in so many aspects. It parallels so many people through history who were well-respected, in a high social position, and contributed to society, but were ultimately punished and their rights stripped just because they belonged to a marginalized group.

As for Darkolai per se, well, everybody loves a good redemption/corruption arc. And following this plot that Ravka gives its back to Nikolai for being Grisha, Darkles also knows a lot about betrayal and turning the pain into power, which is a knowledge he could pass to someone who can relate and is willing to listen.

Redemption/corruption, mentor/mentee, much more fitting opposites attract (since Nikolai's personality is so... sparkling) (pun intended this time 😅) They fit so many masterful tropes 😍

Sorry, I didn't mean for this to turn into a rant/daydream, I got carried away 😅😅

Yes! 🙌🏽🙌🏽

It's so baffling that the duology gave Nikolai a ""flaw"" in that he is part shadow demon and has to keep that a secret because the people might turn against them if they knew their King was cursed. But wouldn't have made 10 billion times more sense if Nikolai was just a Grisha? Make him a Tidemaker or a Squaller and he'd be an even better pirate! And he could travel the high seas in search of other Grisha like Tolya and Tamar who are searching for a life outside of the Second Army and serving the monarchy!

Obviously, it would have been better for Alina to play the Charles Xavier role to the Darkling's Magneto, but considering Alina doesn't really give a shit about the Grisha and is uninterested in driving the plot for much of the trilogy, then Nikolai could have fulfilled that role and had a more """peaceful"""*** revolution.

The relationship between Nikolai and the Darkling would have an extra layer of interest if Nikolai was Grisha and had to suppress it for fear of scandal. Maybe the Darkling figures it out and gives him secret summoning lessons 👀👀👀Maybe he gently suggests Nikolai live away from the Grand Palace and all the constant gossip and watchful eyes to gather more Grisha outside Ravka? Give them a purpose and a life other than running away??? 👀

THE WASTED POTENTIAL

***And I use that word a bit begrudgingly, because who has the right to dictate how a marginalized group should demand better treatment "peacefully"? 😒

#viv answers #grisha nikolai #darkolai

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sheikah · 4 years

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Hi, guys! So last month I reached 12k followers on this blog, a milestone I genuinely never thought I’d see. After all my fandom hopping and periods of inactivity, I really do feel blessed and grateful to have made so many friends and retained some long-time mutuals and followers. I don’t deserve you guys. Truly.

As a small token of my gratitude I’ve decided to celebrate this milestone in two ways: with a birthday page and url gifset giveaways for my mutuals.

I’m launching a birthday page where I (and anyone else, because it will be linked publicly on my blog) can see the birthdays of any bloggers who send in their info. Ideally, this will lead to birthday gift edits or fanfic for everyone involved :) To be included on the birthday page:

You must be following me

Send me an ask with a 🎂 and your name + birth date

I also plan to follow the example of one of my favorite bloggers, @bartonclinton, and make personalized, surprise/gift edits for some of my mutuals! If you’d like one:

We must be mutuals

Send me an ask with a 🎁 to request one and I’ll make it based on your blog and something that reminds me of you 🖤

Please understand it will take me awhile to make them all depending on how many people request one! I’m a teacher starting a new semester and might become very busy very soon 😅 (I also work harder and stress more on edits when they are for specific people so they might take me longer than usual haha)

I’m listing my mutuals/favorite blogs below the cut. All of you regularly brighten my day and give me a reason to stay on this hellsite 🙃 A special shoutout to some of my oldest friends who have supported me tirelessly, listened to my rants and neuroses, and stuck with me through endless hyperfixations for years! @dracarysqueen, @muttpeeta, @adecila, @unburntdaenerys, @captainamericas, @dreadwollf, @yocalio. Thank you ladies for being the light of my life 🥺

P.S. My “Faves 2020” series hasn’t been abandoned. But I started it months ago, when we were all younger and a little more hopeful. 2020 has been A Lot™️ but I will get back to it soon!

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@ababyyoda @aegon @alderhans @alinas-darkling @alrightsnaps @anyachalotra @ariannenymerosmartell @arthurpendragonns @aryaestarks @athenodoras @azulabisexual @azursai @ballroomofmymindp @bartonclinton @bellarkes100 @benbarvnes @bennskywalker @bernthaltrash @bilyrusso @blacksmithgendry @blairhumphrey @b0h0bella @bookerdewitt @branstark @brienne @buckleyrobin @buffyscmmers @cactuarkitty @calkstis @celticboudicca @chanandlers @chillyravenart @chloejane @connerys @daenerys-stormborn @daenerys-targaryen @daenerys-the-unburnt @daenerys1417 @daenerysismytruequeen @daeneryskairipa @daeneryssansa @daenrystargaryen @daeyton @daminwayne @daniellewilds @darkles--sparkles @dickbaggins @doublehex @draganchitsa @dragonanddirewolf @dragonevenstar @drxgonstone @duchessofhastings @ellimomo @eivorswolfsmal @elegantfirepoetry @elizaduringdawn @enygma0710 @esteriivy @evansspotter @eyes-painted-with-kohl @feyrearcherons @fierypen37 @florencepugh @foodncomfort @fordsharrison @foretold @forevertheanimekid @frostbitepandaaaaa @frucienforever

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@maesterleia @maitsiak @margaera @masha-russia @marthajones @master-dellamorte @mazikeensmiths @miauczyslava @misshoneywheeler @moonmillie @morgana-pendragon @morganapendragonz @myrsinemezzo @mysweetvillain @niesangyu @nerdyfactsheartbroken @newtsthomas @nickblaine @nightbringer @normalisjustafairytale @notsoelephantirrelephant @nyarnamaitar @nyx4 @oadara @oberynmartell @ohbellamy @owlstorm @padfootagain @padmeamiala @pedretti @pheedraws @poefinnrey @poesreyofsunshine @punisherpage @queen-of-salt-and-fury @rainhadaenerys @robertdowneys @rogeradeakins @roguebelle @rorylgilmore @rrichardmadden @rubyredwisp @russobill

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@safifonhasstrel @saintaleksander @satvojihusana @schemingfaced @shadesoflondonxoxo @simonbaker @soulisthirsty @snowstcrm @starkjoy @starsandskies @stephensking @strickland527 @suchatinyinfinity @summoneralina @sunstarkov @susychristel @swanxlake @swedishlemoncake @sweetlyvillainous @tatraas @tayl0crow @thatbluebox @thatgirljazz @thatgirlnevershutsup @the-little-saint @the-targaryens @thedragonkween @thereddoorhouse @theons @thefairfleming @thephoenix @theredspear @thescarletgarden1990 @thiscompletemess @thomass-shelby @tidustargaryen @trixareforeveryoneaq @truegodofthearena @uglydabirights @underbetelgeuse @vakariaan @vorchagirl @waitingcantlastforever @waking-dreams-of-harmony @weibby @welovebenbarnes @werallstarstuff @winelover1989 @witchergeralt @wolflets @xxthewolvenstormxx @yendany @zach-villas

#personalish #signal boost if you wanna <3 #i love you guys #hope this doesn't completely flop lmao #but also #no pressure to participate!

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colorofmymindposts · 3 years

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As Long As He's Safe

Fandom: BBC Merlin

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Rating: Teen

Status: Complete

Word Count: 1198

Summary: "Arthur was used to the wounded. He’d been treated for many injuries since he first started training as a knight, seen his fellow brothers fall beside him in battle, some never to return to their feet. It was a rare instance, if he was wounded, that he was in mortal peril. But whenever Merlin managed to cross into the foray of the lances and spears and poisoned goblets, it was always catastrophic."

Merlin is injured in an attack, Arthur cares for him, and certain revelations are made about the bond between the king and his sorcerer.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Feelings Realization kind of, Like They Know But They Don't Know Because They're Idiots, But Nothing Like A Near-Mortal Injury To Bring You And Your Bae-To-Be Closer Together, How Do I Tag

Notes: This can also be read on ao3!

Story: Arthur was used to the wounded. He’d been treated for many injuries since he first started training as a knight, seen his fellow brothers fall beside him in battle, some never to return to their feet. It was a rare instance, if he was wounded, that he was in mortal peril.

But whenever Merlin managed to cross into the foray of the lances and spears and poisoned goblets, it was always catastrophic.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” his court sorcerer asked breathlessly.

Currently, he had his back propped up against a tree, wincing slightly as Arthur knotted his scarlet cloak around Merlin’s bloody midriff. It was not good, Arthur had enough sense to admit to himself at any rate.

Everything had happened so quickly, as attacks and wounds always did in the heat of battle. The bandits had come upon Arthur, Merlin, Gwaine, and Leon without warning in the Darkling Woods as they returned from visiting the towns further out from the citadel. They had all fought in earnest, but it had been Merlin who pinned the rogues against the trees, felled branches in convenient places, transformed their weapons into bouquets of daisies. It had been an easy fight, as most of them had been since Merlin started openly using his magic.

Arthur had just dispatched the last bandit when he turned to see a blade protruding from Merlin’s stomach, the helm held by a dying bandit half on the ground. Truthfully, he only vaguely registered Leon’s and Gwaine’s anguished cries, he had been so caught up in the horrific sight of the blood pouring out of the wound and then spilling dark red over Merlin’s lips and chin as he coughed more up. Arthur’s sword fell from his hand, and he rushed forward to catch his friend as it was clear Merlin’s legs could no longer support him. With an arm wrapped around his midriff and neck, Arthur had slowly lowered Merlin to lean against the tree, careful of the weapon still very much burrowed inside. Pulling it out would have only increased the likelihood of him bleeding out faster. Distantly, he had heard Gwaine end the bandit’s life with a string of curses.

In a panic, Arthur had sent Leon and Gwaine to retrieve Gaius at breakneck speed, trusting he could attend to Merlin and stay the bleeding in the meantime. Neither had questioned the order. Now, he was praying to any god that would listen that Merlin could be spared from death.

“Gaius will be here soon,” was his answer, because it was and always had been easier for him to avoid the truth than outright lie. “Why couldn’t you just heal yourself with magic?”

“I’ve told you, I’m not good with healing magic,” Merlin explained in a tired way. “Would’ve saved me a lot of trouble with you if I was.”

The younger man’s eyelids began to droop and flutter close, and Arthur knew what that inevitably led to. He placed his gloved hand on Merlin’s shoulder, shaking it slightly to rouse him, only getting Merlin to open his eyes, which were worriedly unfocused. In an attempt to ground him, Arthur threw off his glove and threaded his fingers through the man’s hair, and Merlin rasped a breath in surprise.

“You are not allowed to die, Merlin,” Arthur stated, attempting to sound firm but failing. “That’s an order from your king.”

“You know how well I listen to those,” he said with mirth sparkling in his eyes.

Those eyes, whether they reflected the cool waters of Avalon or the fiery light of the sun, was something Arthur was finding himself increasingly lost in nowadays.

“Then do it for me. Stay for me.”

He always struggled not to make everything sound like a command, but he hoped Merlin would hear it as it was meant to be: a plea. The court sorcerer’s gaze seemed to soften in turn.

“I would never leave you, Arthur. Not if I can help it.”

Merlin grimaced as he shifted slightly, and Arthur gripped his hip firmly with a spare hand.

“Don’t move. What do you need?”

“Water,” Merlin mumbled. “Mouth tastes funny.”

Luckily, Arthur still had a mostly full waterskin on his person. With care, he lifted it to Merlin’s lips who then drank in steady gulps. After the man was done, Arthur took the waterskin and Merlin’s neckerchief, adorned round his neck, and reverently wiped away the dried blood from his face. In the years that Merlin had used magic and Arthur had known, he as king had become used to the sorcerer’s seemingly unlimited power and assumed Merlin to be invulnerable to practically any threat. It had been a very long time since he had to look at Merlin’s prone, lithe form and feel any cause to worry.

“There. Now you look half decent,” Arthur assessed, eyes purposefully averting the sword still in Merlin’s stomach.

Even in his state, skirting close to death, Merlin was willing to play along. “Half?” He asked, mock-offended. “What would I have to do to look fully decent?”

“Get rid of that neckerchief for a start.”

“In your dreams, clotpole,” Merlin grinned.

But it was just a shadow of the smiles that warmed Arthur’s heart on even the darkest of days. A sense of desperation hit him keenly, and the reason for the depth of his worry, his fear that Merlin would not make it out of this alive made itself known in his heart—it was not the undercurrent of feeling that ran his veins when a brother in arms was felled, this was a much deeper, more complex and all-consuming force, an unspoken love that had likely controlled his heart and mind for some time now finally making itself known.

Arthur surged from where he was crouched, pressing an impassioned kiss to Merlin’s forehead, hoping to impress all of his love that he vainly hoped could sustain the other man.

“There is something I must tell you. Something you must know now,” he whispered brokenly, lips forming the words against the sorcerer’s brow.

“I thought I was the only one keeping secrets,” Merlin spoke just as quietly.

“Still?” Arthur questioned, dread starting to settle in his gut, the familiar fear of betrayal fresh even after all these years. He did not break the contact between them, though. “What more don’t I know?”

“It’s just the one secret now,” Merlin reassured softly. “I think it may be the same as yours.”

The rushed gallop of three horses sounded the approach of Leon, Gwaine, and now Gaius, the former two helping the physician off of his horse and over to where they had left Arthur and Merlin.

“Sire, Merlin, I—” Arthur finally willed himself to draw back from the court sorcerer as Gaius hovered above them with his medical supplies. “I must see to Merlin’s wounds immediately, sire, if he is to be healed.”

“Of course,” the king said as he stepped away. “Do everything you can for him.”

They would have time for these things, Arthur reasoned to himself as he watched Gaius tend to Merlin. Time to talk, to hold, and, potentially, to love without fear of it all slipping away.

#merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #bbc merlin #my writing #fanfiction #merthur fanfic #finally getting around to crossposting my bbcm fics from ages ago #merlin bbc

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musicallisto · 2 years

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Hello Clara, hermosa 🤩 for your sleepover I'd love a dusk: La Niña de La Escuela by Lola Índigo ft TINI & Belinda (i'm obsessed with it, no joke) with a woman from the HP Golden Era please?

For the comet: My ID would be for the grishaverse: I'm 19 and I am an Inferni. I was the daughter of single mother with no powers and I think I'd get along with Genya and Zoya and I never vibed with the Darkling and Vasily and hate the Tsar bc of Genya :) and vibe well enough with Nikolai. My appearance is the same and the rest I leave it to your magical mind 💛

And last but not least, spare some ✨sparkles✨?

(please let me know if I got them all right or need something more)

Noe, what is this sorcery??? I think about you every time I listen to La Niña de la Escuela even if I don't remember you specifically mentioning it before, but it just screams Noe Vibes!! have you ever posted it in your instagram story?? I don't know where I got it from but it's The Song(tm) I associate with you and you showing up my asks saying Just That!!! I'm. wow. our connection is spectacular. I need a moment to catch my breath.

🌆 dusk

so, with that song, I'm shipping you with pansy parkinson!

you two would be classmates in hogwarts and at first she wouldn't pay you much mind because you're in different houses, and she's under Draco's influence (and he's a little shit) - but you reunite by pure coincidence a few years after graduation and she's like, wow, Noe?? is that you?? and she only realizes then how much of a total catch you are. however your relationship evolves after that is up to you to decide - maybe you want to make her work for it ;)

☄️ comet

Hailing from a small Ravkan town in the country, far from the capital and its political schemes, you never expected to play a crucial role in your country’s history - little did you know you would rise to become one of the most promising recruits at the Little Palace, and later on one of the most feared and respected Inferni, known even outside the borders. Hailing from a family who had lost everything when their town was wiped out by the Fold, you were tested as a little kid and much to everybody’s surprise, the examiners revealed incredible power bubbling inside of you - one that far surpassed all the other Grisha children in the region. Leaving your mother was heartbreaking, but at least you weren’t completely alone at the Little Palace - Genya Safin was there, a little girl the same age as you with the same uncertainty and wide-eyed smile, but your first and best friend nonetheless. Zoya, too, became a trusted friend of yours, back when she wasn’t as difficult to get along with - and your trio became well-known in the Little Palace for your shenanigans and redoubtable strength. Growing together, you were inseparable, even when you were sent with Zoya on the Fjerdan border to fight and Genya remained at the Palace. You rose through the ranks of the Second Army with Zoya thanks to your remarkable prowesses in combat - “you singlehandedly created a phobia of fire in the whole of Fjerda”, Genya would say. This reconigition obviously caught the Darkling’s attention, and though you were one of the man’s most favored soldiers for your competence, you just couldn’t trust him - your intuition blared at you something was off about your commander. Which was the reason for your first falling out with Zoya, whose admiration and devotion for the man were only surpassed by her stubbornness. Your mistrust and ire grew even more when you caught wind of what happened to Genya with the King - and you couldn’t bear to keep quiet about the whole ordeal, but she begged you not to say a word, so you kept quiet and considered leaving this army that protected, in truth, nothing and no one. When Alina came around and revealed the Darkling’s true intentions, you were immediately by her side; you knew the man was evil, and your thirst for vengeance got unquenchable - he reduced your family’s hometown to ashes, he stripped your mother of all she had. From that point on, you became fixed on stopping the Darkling and assisting Alina in closing the Fold, no matter the means necessary. Even if it meant standing up to your two most beloved friends.

✨ sparkles

I think your handwriting reflects what you are, which is headstrong and confident. You know what you want, you’re bold and unafraid to take it! You speak your mind and don’t beat around the bush, so you probably don’t add many embellishments to your handwriting, while still retaining a “feminine” (read: neat) quality to it. I also don’t think it’s slanted, but rather upright!

your bio, written how I imagine your handwriting:

(link)

➤ get in, loser, we’re holding a sleepover

#noe 💋#1.2ksleepover

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allofmystudentsrunaway · 6 years

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pre-coda 14x01#1: Darkling, i listen.

@cool-fallen-angel @winsister91 @thanatosx49 @quailpower @nobodys-baby-now @notalentdouchebag @randomizationsposts @omgbubblesomg @yourspecialeyes @timelord12345 @thehoneybeecastielfollows

read my stuff on AO3 here

Darkling, i Listen

The hunt had not gone well, Cas couldn’t bring himself to look at Sam or Jack. He just stalked away to the place that hurt most, the place he could not keep away from; Deans room. He closed the door softly behind him and leaned against it. “People died today” he told the empty room, “and there was nothing I could do to stop it.” He shook his head at his stupidity, talking to an empty room. “I can’t do this.” he took a breath, his nostrils filled with the scent of the innocent blood splattering his clothes. Cas couldn’t bear the stench, he tore off his trench coat, tossed it on the floor followed by his tie. His suit jacket ripped along a seam as he wrenched it off and threw the offending garment at the wall. He stumbled about trying to undo his shirt buttons, blinded by tears of rage he gave up and pulled it apart scattering buttons across the floor. He stripped the shirt from his body and it followed the jacket hitting the wall with an unsatisfying thump.

“Well that was quite the show” Dean whispered. Cas spun round in confusion, nothing. It was nothing, just the echo of a memory. Cas sagged on to the bed, catching his own gaze reflected in Dean’s mirror. He stood back up and approached it, his hand shook as he touched his own reflection and looked at himself, it was no proud angel that stared back at him, no fierce seraph. There was blood on his face, his lip was still swollen and split where he hadn’t bothered to heal himself.

“What are you doing Cas?”Another memory whispering to him. The first time he had kissed Dean in public, both of them grinning like fools. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to banish the sobs crawling up his throat.

“Come back”

“Cas I don’t have a choice!” A sudden remembered pain, Dean staring at him in desperation and all Cas could do was watch as the man he loved said “yes” to certain death. There was a bottle of whiskey under Dean’s bed, Cas hauled it out and took a swig. It tasted of Dean and all those stolen moments, a silent sob escaped, shaking his body from head to toe. He perched, hunched up on Dean’s bed, one hand gripping the neck of the whisky bottle the other hugging his knees. He fought to keep his grief quiet. He let the tears roll down his face in silence, wanting to scream at the universe, but knowing he couldn’t let Sam and Jack find him like this. He had to keep it together, he had too keep them together, he owed it to Dean.

That thought didn’t help, it had in the beginning, now though it just made things worse. He was tired, more tired than he had ever been as a human. Weary and worn to the bone, he wished he was capable of sleep, just to forget for a few hours. Cas poured the whisky down his throat and lay down on Dean’s sheets, curling up tightly. He let the self-recrimination roll over him with it’s shaking white hot tears, until he had nothing left. “Come back” A prayer of sorts.

There was no reply, nothing but the memory of sparkling green eyes looking at him that way, for the first time, so many years ago. “Go to sleep dumbass”, pressure round his waist, breath tickling the back of his neck.

“Dean?”

“It’s going to be alright.” Cas slept.

#destiel fic #short detiel fic #angst #grieving #spn hiatus #read on ao3 #spn hiatus creations

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the-starless-one · 6 years

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🌹 RULES: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

I was tagged by @mzelie. Thanks, darling. Sorry I'm late.

AIR: i have small hands • i love the night sky • i watch small animals and birds when i pass them by • i drink herbal tea • i wake to see dawn • the smell of dust is comforting • i’m valued for being wise • i prefer books to music • i meditate • i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE: i don’t have straight hair • i like to wear ripped jeans • i play an organized sport • i love dogs • i am not afraid of adventure • i love to talk to strangers • i always try new foods • i enjoy road trips • summer is my favorite season • my radio is always playing

WATER: i wear bracelets on my wrists • i love the bustle of the city • i have more than one set of piercings • i read poetry • i love the sound of a thunderstorm • i want to travel the world • i sleep past midday most days (depends on the day) • i love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • i rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH: i wear glasses/contacts • i enjoy doing the laundry • i am a vegetarian • i have an excellent sense of time • my humor is very cheerful • i am a valued adviser to my friends • i believe in true love • i love the chill of mountain air • i’m always listening to music • i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER: i go without makeup in my daily life • i make my own artwork • i keep on track of my tasks and time • i always know true north • i see beauty in everything • i can always smell flowers • i smile at everyone i pass by • i always fear history repeating itself • i have recovered from a mental disorder • i can love unconditionally

And I tag @daschaosbringer @darkles-sparkles-fan @kale-westfall @janiedean @thorkii @rhysand-darling @overheardinravka @unearthlydust @zoyalina and anyone else that wants to do it, feel free.

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codytable · 7 years

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All beauty calls you to me, and you seem

Past twice a thousand miles of shifting sea,

To reach me. You are as the wind I breathe

Here on the ship's sun-smitten topmost deck,

With only light between the heavens and me.

I feel your spirit and I close my eyes,

Knowing the bright hair blowing in the sun,

The eager whisper and the searching eyes.

Listen, I love you. Do not turn your face

Nor touch me. Only stand and watch awhile

The blue unbroken circle of the sea.

Look far away and let me ease my heart

Of words that beat in it with broken wing.

Look far away, and if I say too much,

Forget that I am speaking. Only watch,

How like a gull that sparkling sinks to rest,

The foam-crest drifts along a happy wave

Toward the bright verge, the boundary of the world.

I am so weak a thing, praise me for this,

That in some strange way I was strong enough

To keep my love unuttered and to stand

Altho' I longed to kneel to you that night

You looked at me with ever-calling eyes.

Was I not calm? And if you guessed my love

You thought it something delicate and free,

Soft as the sound of fir-trees in the wind,

Fleeting as phosphorescent stars in foam.

Yet in my heart there was a beating storm

Bending my thoughts before it, and I strove

To say too little lest I say too much,

And from my eyes to drive love's happy shame.

Yet when I heard your name the first far time

It seemed like other names to me, and I

Was all unconscious, as a dreaming river

That nears at last its long predestined sea;

And when you spoke to me, I did not know

That to my life's high altar came its priest.

But now I know between my God and me

You stand forever, nearer God than I,

And in your hands with faith and utter joy

I would that I could lay my woman's soul.

Oh, my love

To whom I cannot come with any gift

Of body or of soul, I pass and go.

But sometimes when you hear blown back to you

My wistful, far-off singing touched with tears,

Know that I sang for you alone to hear,

And that I wondered if the wind would bring

To him who tuned my heart its distant song.

So might a woman who in loneliness

Had borne a child, dreaming of days to come,

Wonder if it would please its father's eyes.

But long before I ever heard your name,

Always the undertone's unchanging note

In all my singing had prefigured you,

Foretold you as a spark foretells a flame.

Yet I was free as an untethered cloud

In the great space between the sky and sea,

And might have blown before the wind of joy

Like a bright banner woven by the sun.

I did not know the longing in the night -

You who have waked me cannot give me sleep.

All things in all he world can rest, but I,

Even the smooth brief respite of a wave

When it gives up its broken crown of foam,

Even that little rest I cannot have.

And yet all quiet loves of friends, all joy

In all the piercing beauty of the world

I would give up - go blind forevermore,

Rather than have God blot from out my soul

Remembrance of your voice that said my name.

For us no starlight stilled the April fields,

No birds awoke in darkling trees for us,

Yet where we walked the city's street that night

Felt in our feet the singing fire of spring,

And in our path we left a trail of light

Soft as the phosphorescence of the sea

When night submerges in the vessel's wake

A heaven of unborn evanescent stars.

#duprass42

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