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aphroditelovesu · 9 months

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I'm so glad you write for shadow and bone now! can i request yandere the darkling/ Alexander Morozova with a reader who is not grisha? it can be platonic or romantic..your choice 🌷

''You are my salvation.'' - Darkling.

❝ ✟ — lady l: I just wanted to say that I am completely hungry for content from this man and I hope you guys like how I wrote this headcanon ❤️❤️.

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of death and torture, mildly suggestive, unhealthy romantic relationship.

❝✟pairing: yandere!darkling/aleksander morozova x otkazat’sya!reader.

Aleksander didn't like that at first. He didn't hate you, he hated the fact that you were mortal, an otkazat'sya, but not you, never you. Perhaps he resents the fact that you're human, but he didn't hate you. He could never hate you no matter what you did.

He met you by pure coincidence for you, but for him it was fate. Destiny, maybe the Saints, brought you to him. You were the newest cartographer in the Second Army and you were still getting used to it all, being in the army and with the grishas. You didn't hate them, but you couldn't say you loved them, you were neutral towards them.

There was nothing special about you. Just another mortal serving the military like most did. You didn't hate being a cartographer, but you couldn't say you loved it. It was your duty and that was it. Aleksander has paid attention to you since your first day, but you haven't noticed General Kirigan's curious and terrifying gazes on you.

He was content to just watch you from the shadows for a while. Learning everything he could about you that he could later use to get closer to you. You totally missed his looks, the way he seemed to devour you. He was the General and you were a simple cartographer, there would hardly be any interaction between the two of you. But there was, and he was hungry for more.

The first real interaction the two of you had was during a cold night at the military camp. You couldn't sleep and decided to take a walk, late at night and when most soldiers and grishas were asleep. Except you and him. You sat in a secluded spot and shivered in the cold. When a blanket was draped over your shoulders, you looked up to the one who gave it to you to thank them and found Aleksander's mesmerizing eyes watching you intently.

Aleksander never forgot your shy look and lowered head, as if you were too scared to speak to him. He never forgot your calm, low voice when you thanked him for the blanket, as if it was the only act of kindness you had ever received in your whole life. And he found himself wanting more, desperately wanting to hear your voice and the sweet sounds you could make. He didn't understand why he was so attracted to you, he hated the otkazat'sya, so why did he see himself wanting your attention and love?

He didn't understand his feelings for you, how desperately he wanted to protect and care for you. He's never felt this way before about anyone but himself. Aleksander just knew that he wanted you, that he needed you with him one way or another. He desperately needed you and he didn't know why, but that only you had to be his. And you would be his.

He's extremely overprotective of you, but how could he not be? You were so young, so helpless and so human. It was his duty to look after you to make sure you were well cared for and fed. Needless to say that you would get the best rooms, the best clothes and the best food. No one can even think of inflicting any harm on you, whether human or grisha, they all know you are off limits and must be protected or they will suffer the Darkling's wrath. And his wrath is not taken lightly, especially when you're involved.

Aleksander adores you, he loves you, or so he believes, but he hated your humanity. He hated that he was deeply involved with an otkazat'sya, but eventually he came to see the advantage in it. You weren't grisha, you couldn't defend yourself against him or run away if those were yours wishes, you were at his mercy and he grew to like that very much. You were in his hands as much as he was in yours, and he loved that. You belonged to him and he could do what he wanted with you, shape you any way he wanted and he wouldn't have to worry about you rebelling against him. At least that's how he thinks.

He'll manipulate you with no qualms, whispering sweet words in your ear as he worships your body and the next moment he's pouring venom into your ear, saying things like how perfect you are, how you should never leave his side. How he is the only one who loves you and who will take care of you for your whole life. How you were made for each other and no one deserves you more than him. You must always remain loyal to him and he will give you the world if you ask him to.

You became everything to him as you grew closer and closer. Aleksander will become more and more obsessive and possessive of you. He won't like it one bit if someone flirts with you, otkazat'sya or grisha, you're his and he won't let anyone steal you from him. He will show no mercy to anyone, destroying them in horrible ways, to set an example to anyone who has bad intentions towards you. You are his and he is his.

This isn't how you planned your love story with General Kirigan to go, but you're too wrapped up in his clutches, in his promises of love, to realize how wrong it is. You were so in love with him that you never noticed or cared about anything but him and the manipulations and horrors he will commit in the name of love. None of that will matter because you're together. An otkazat'sya and a grisha together forever. It would be you against the world and Aleksander will be your only company, the only one you will ever need.

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a-reverii · 7 months

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▸ ME AND MY HUSBAND⌇the darkling.

› pairing ━ ꒰ husband!aleksander morozova x fem!reader ꒱

› in which ━ ꒰ the general neglects you for long, and after an outburst on his part, comes to regret it. based off this request. ꒱

› content warning ━ ꒰ angst-to-fluff ; thoughts of cheating ; neglection ; arguments ; hurt/comfort themes ; brief but strong language ; reader is aleksander's wife ; brief nudity (nothing sexual) ; established relationship ; etc. ꒱

› word count ━ ꒰ 4 . 1k ꒱

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YOU SAT BESIDE AN EMPTY CHAIR, swirling the amber liquid in your glass idly. Your food sat in front of you, untouched. It was unusual, for you to leave your plate and glass so full. But, then again, these were strange times.

Your fellow Grisha spoke amongst themselves, their voices mixing together to form an almost static sound that resonated in the back of your mind. And yet, no matter how many people were among you, no matter how deafening their conversations, you still felt that the room was not entirely full.

You didn't partake in much of the gossip yourself. You felt that it was all so shallow, dirty, in a sense. You rolled your eyes as women and men alike shared their snippets of stories that they'd most likely conjured up only moments before, and felt yourself bothered still when everyone seemed to eat up the so blatant lies.

"Where do you think the general is at this time? Not working, I imagine?"

"I hear that he spends all his time cooped up in that war room of his, barely has time to sleep."

"Surely all he does isn't work in there? I couldn't believe it."

"Well, I heard that he spends every night of his with the Sun Summoner - "

You stopped listening.

This is pointless.

You got up to hopefully escape the clamour and the nonsense, but just as you did so, some servant boy that you were sure that you had never so much as spoken to in your life had apparently made it his life's mission to keep you at the table.

"My lady, I hope you found the food alright? You've hardly picked at it."

It was easy, perhaps too easy, to plaster on a fake smile as your voice dripped with a certain sweetness you'd perfected. You mumbled some quick excuse, and the servant nodded, not engaging you in any further conversation.

You made your way to your bedroom, and once you reached it, you slowly took off your lavish dress and all the other rather ostentatious pieces you wore. You never were quite a fan of all the glitz and glam — not like Aleksander was.

Your eyes wandered up to your mirror as you stared at your bare self.

You don't know why you felt so terribly invisible. Perhaps it was due to the fact that no one seemed to truly notice you without Aleksander at your side, that you seemed to fade into the background without his presence. Or perhaps you had always been that way, people simply didn't want to offend him by not acknowledging his wife when the two were together.

Whichever it was, it didn't truly matter. You simply wished you hadn't tolerated that gossip for so long, wished that you could say something for yourself, for Aleksander, but whenever you tried you felt the words die on your tongue and decided that it was better to simply escape the situation all together. How you wished you had Aleksander's bravery.

You didn't want to believe them. The rumors, the gossip. It was poison, the things that they said. You were smart enough to know better, you told yourself, but as the rumors grew to be more and more explicit and you found your faith in Aleksander waning, you couldn't help but feel the poison seep into your veins. Hear something enough times, and you'll come to believe it — you'd heard that saying before. You never thought that it would apply to yourself.

Before, when rumors did arise about you and your husband, he'd always be there to comfort you or to assure you that they were untrue. Better yet, his presence tended to cease such frivolities. But now, with him nowhere to be seen and doing who knows what, you were left to ponder the rumors on your own.

Maybe he really is fucking that Sun Summoner, you thought with a dry laugh. It'd make sense. She was light and he was darkness. She was the sun, and he was the moon. There was no denying it: they were the perfect match. Maybe that's why I haven't seen him in so long. He's simply too ashamed to see the wife that he pushed to the side, as if I were some plaything.

That night, you went to sleep with thoughts of the Sun Summoner and the war and Aleksander on your mind, wishing your husband was there beside you to ease your thoughts.

* * *

When you awoke, Genya stood beside you, smiling gently.

She didn't comment on your smudged mascara or the way you'd failed to situate yourself underneath the covers — something you found you adored about her. She had this way of making people feel at ease no matter the circumstance, and had you perhaps had more free time to spend with the girl, you liked to think that you could develop a close bond with her.

“I don’t believe I’d know what to do without you here, Genya,” you praised once she’d finished her work. She hummed in response.

You admired yourself in the mirror. Not a hint of the last night's weakness remained on your face. Your hair was as pristine as ever, and you could swear that it actually sparkled in the sunlight that creeped in through the curtains.

No one can deny the magic of a tailor's touch, you mused.

"You may get on with your day now. I don't want to keep you from your duties. Thank you."

The girl nodded and made her leave.

You watched as she did so, before turning back to your mirror. Your hands ghosting over your face, from your eyes to your nose to your mouth, and the little details that were uniquely yours.

Nothing seemed quite wrong with it — of course, Genya had made very sure of this. But nothing seemed quite right, either. You didn't look like yourself. It was as if you were occupying some other person's body who bore a striking resemblance to you but still wasn't quite yourself.

It was disconcerting, to say the least.

A small sigh passed through your lips as you got up to greet the day. As Aleksander was busy, you had to make the time for your daily appearances, offering the public some sort of authoritative figure to believe in and to provide reassurance. You weren't the perfect candidate, of course, but you would do.

The day's events didn't differ much from the past ones. You only really had to complete the mundane tasks of mingling with others and participating in some idle chatter — harmless things, really. But the day seemed to drag on, just as the last had and just as those before it had. Weeks felt like months and months felt like years and by the time the day had passed, you couldn't help but laugh at the dreariness of it all.

You collapsed on your bed and gazed up at the ceiling.

It was all simply so pointless, the talking, the drinking, the partying. But so went the life of nobles, you supposed. They weren't made to contribute very much, only to enjoy life as it went on, and now you found even that a difficult feat.

I should go see Aleksander.

The thought came to you before you could stop it. But you found yourself quickly growing a liking to the idea, of seeing him. Perhaps there would not be a lot of time for him to speak to you, but his presence was all that really mattered. You remembered the days when you'd read beside one another. No words were exchanged, but the silence was comforting simply because he was there.

You got up and out of bed before you could think about the subject for much longer. You knew it was impulsive. You knew it. But it was better to live with regrets of all the things you had done than all the things you didn't do.

* * *

The general didn't acknowledge you at first, as you leaned against the edge of the doorway when you reached the war room. Whether it was purposeful or he was simply that exhausted, you didn't bother dwelling on the fact. It wouldn't make much of a difference.

"Aleksander," you cooed softly, your expression gentle as the man in question stared at you. If he was startled by your appearance, he didn't show it.

After a few moments of just staring at you, his eyes flit back over to his work.

"Y/n," he greeted in reply. "What are you doing here?"

His response was not hostile, though it was not particularly inviting. What were you doing here? You hardly knew. You weren't sure what you were planning to say once you saw him. A moment went by, and then another, and then another. Say something, you urged yourself. And you did.

"I... I wanted to see you... It's been a while," you whispered, followed by a small chuckle. "We live in the same palace, and yet it's been a while."

Aleksander didn't reply. He didn't seem to want to have this conversation. You didn't particularly want to discuss the matter either, but if you didn't, then who else? You took a seat at one of the chairs that were placed against the walls and watched as Aleksander did his work.

It took many beats of silence for him to finally speak. "I can't work as efficiently with you looking at me like that."

"You never had trouble working when I was with you before."

"I had much less work or stress at that time."

You got up, slowly circling the table at which Aleksander stood as you observed his work.

"When was the last time you slept?" You asked suddenly.

"Recently."

"How recently?"

You awaited his response. It never came.

"Why don't you come to bed, Aleksander?" You said after some time. "It's been the longest time since you've slept beside me... This palace is growing lonelier by the day." A pause. "And I miss you."

Your husband bit his cheek, before staring at you pointedly. "Y/n, I'm working. I don't have the time."

"And yet you seem to have all the time in the world to spend with that Sun Summoner of yours." The retort came before you could stop it.

Aleksander inhaled sharply. "What exactly are you insinuating? The Sun Summoner is a crucial part of my plan. I could not complete it without her."

You felt yourself flinch ever so slightly at his harsh tone. Still, you walked over to him, gently brushing your fingers over his arm.

"Please, darling. You need the sleep. And I..." Your hands moved to cup his cheek tenderly. "...I need my husband. The bed is ever so cold without you, and I can see it in your eyes — please, just for tonight, if no other night."

At first, you thought you'd reached him. He seemed to turn to putty in your hands, and you smiled at this. It reminded you of better days.

But as soon as his own tenderness came, it went. His own hands came to grip yours tightly as his expression grew hostile. Your stomach sunk as he threw your arms away from himself.

"I am busy, Y/n. Being the general means I have much more work than any of the other Grisha. I have infinite loads of stress on my shoulders at the moment and I don't need your incessant voice pestering me to come to bed. I have much more important things to attend to than your childish wants. If all you're looking for is a bed warmer, then I'm sure you'll find solace in many other men."

His words hit you like a slap to the face. You took a staggering step back, your mind spinning.

Never, in all your time spent with him, had your husband ever spoken to you in such a manner. Even during arguments, he'd always remained so calm and collected. It was something you'd grown to adore him for — his unwavering composure, his ever-lasting patience. Insults to him were seen as the lowest form of wit, and aggression was never something that came easily.

But now — in his eyes, in his voice — all you could find was an immense hostility, a hatred of sorts.

"So that is what you think of me? You think me a child? Do you think of me as an inconvenience, Aleksander?"

His words seemed to dawn on him just then, but just as he moved to speak, you continued.

"If I am so inconvenient to deal with, then let me ask you: where have I been all this time that you've been away? Have I been — have I been pestering you to give me attention, whining about your absence? Because, as I remember it, the moment the Sun Summoner made her way here, I have been nothing but flexible." Aleksander tried to interject, but you were not nearly finished nor ready to hear his response.

"I allowed you to ignore our usual traditions, to focus yourself entirely on your plans and not on me because I understood what it must have been like, to be under such immense pressure that you feel it crushes your lungs. I've supported you every step of the way and not once have I complained about this issue. Not once.

"I figured that if I left you alone that you'd be able to finish this all much faster so that I may once again be able to spend my days with you. And yet, days, weeks, months go by and you have hardly spoken so much as a word to me. You do not come to dinners, you do not sleep in our bed, and I can hardly remember the last time you gave me so much as a kiss. And now, after months of this treatment I ask for you to merely sleep beside me and all of a sudden I am a child? I am insolent for asking something of you that any wife would expect from her husband? Surely you don't think that so? And what of that Sun Summoner of which you so highly speak? I've spent nights, lying awake, dreading that as I did so you were spending all of your time and affection with her."

"Alina is — "

You breathed a mirthless laugh. "So that's her name? Alina? The woman who has so easily stolen you away from me?"

"Y/n, she hasn't stolen me away — "

"Saints, Aleksander, don't deny it. This is the longest conversation we've had in months. You cannot even claim to think that she hasn't taken up nearly all of your time." You shook your head. "You may lie to yourself all you want, but don't lie to me. That is not something that I deserve."

You were barely whispering now, and it took everything in you to keep your voice from making that awful, pitiful quiver that everyone made right before they inevitably shed a tear.

You just wanted your husband back. You were in the same room as him and yet you felt as though the two of you were worlds apart. And what a terrible, terrible feeling it was — to feel so distanced from the person you loved above all else.

It was now that you realized how much of a mistake it was to allow this issue to go unaddressed for so long. All of your pent up frustration and loneliness has molded and combined to form some ugly, vile beast that seemed to now be keeping you hostage, and it was suffocating.

Saints, it was so suffocating.

You couldn't breathe.

You hadn't even realized you were crying until you felt a small, pathetic whimper leave your lips when you tried to take a breath of air. Immediately, now, you wanted to leave. This was utterly humiliating. You were usually such a stoic person, able to keep up a smile in the worst of times. However, it didn't seem as though this was the case any longer. It pained you to see how this small issue had affected you so. Perhaps you truly were as childish as he so called you.

Aleksander was quick to be at your side, kneeling down and placing an arm against your shoulder in some half-hearted attempt to solace you, put it was of no use. His once comforting touch felt foreign along your skin.

"Forgive me. I — I shouldn't have come — " You said, pushing him off of you. You felt ashamed. Aleksander had never seen you so distraught over something such as this, and you didn't intend on making this a memorable instance.

"Y/n — "

"Let me go," you snapped, brushing past him and exiting the room, trying to ignore the ache your heart made as you did so.

* * *

Aleksander didn't know what to say.

There was no denying he'd been working far into the night, but he was doing it for good reason. He was making the second army stronger, was progressing his plan more than he could have ever dreamed. At last, he was constructing a world in which he and his kind could be safe — where you and him could be safe.

And, Saints, perhaps he hadn't give you as much attention and love as you so deserved, but by the time this was all finished, he'd have nothing to give you but his undivided attention and unadulterated love.

The general let out a tired sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a seat.

He had been a fool. It was plain and simple. He'd been neglecting you for so long that it had become a habit of sorts. He hadn't wanted to have this conversation. Though he logically knew it would come up, he had still hoped that perhaps you'd forget about his behavior when all was said and done. You'd always been a rather forgiving person.

Aleksander gave you some time to cool off. He needed to think of his words carefully. He knew his little outburst had hurt you much more than your cared to admit, and it pained him to think that he was the cause of such. He was supposed to be the one to protect you from outside forces, to be there when you most needed him. Now, however, the only person you seemed to need protection from was him.

After what Aleksander considered an appropriate amount of time, he found his way to your bedroom. Of course, he still had work, but he'd attend to it later. He could not focus fully upon it until he made matters right with you.

When he entered, Aleksander wasn't surprised to see your figure laying beneath the sheets, your eyes closed. But he knew better than to think that you were asleep. Your breathing was somewhat uneven and he could notice your eyelids twitch ever so slightly as he neared you.

The general sat down beside you on the edge of the bed, his hand moving to rub your shoulder. It was a comforting gesture, something he'd done a thousand times before.

You opened your eyes after some time upon the realization that he would not leave your side until the matter was once again discussed. You sighed, sitting up against your headboard and distancing yourself from Aleksander's touch, no matter how your body yearned for it. You averted his gaze, crossing your arms in front of you to further create some sort of distance.

"Want do you want?" You asked, and although your face remained indifferent, your voice told another story. You wanted to hit yourself for sounding so weak. It was unlike you.

Aleksander's eyes softened.

"To apologize," He started, taking your hand. "I did not mean to snap at you in such a manner, Y/n. I did not mean to yell at you — to say what I did. I've simply been under so much pressure as of late... I didn't mean to neglect you, my love, but I can promise that I will not do so again once we reinforce the fold. You will have my undivided attention."

You stared at him, your brows knitting together. "What do you want from me, Aleksander?"

"What?"

"Do you — do you want me to accept your apology with open arms — to tell you that it's okay, and that I believe you?" You sigh. "I don't. I don't believe you. You tell me this war is going to end soon, but you have no way of knowing that. There's no telling what the next months, the next years will bring. Who's to say you won't be just as busy as you are now?"

"Y/n — "

"Don't." You closed your eyes. "Don't sit there and look at me like that. Don't tell me everything's going to be okay. That's what you said the first time. You said you'd have less time, but that you'd make some for me. And I believed you. I did. I didn't doubt you for a second. I never would have."

"I... I meant what I had said. Things simply got away from me and..."

You shook your head. He was making excuses, excuses that you yourself had made in some effort to try and forgive him. "You left me alone, Aleksander. Do you understand what it means to be lonely? To have people all around you and yet to feel as though no one's truly there?"

He didn't respond, but you could see that your words had affected him.

"It's the most awful feeling, you know. It eats away at your soul like no other. And I — I understand it." You nod to yourself. "You want me to trust you, to believe that everything will be okay eventually. And I did. You could have told me that left was right and that up was down and I would have believed you without question. It may have been foolish, but I would have. But do you — do you truly expect me to never doubt your word when you are never here to tell me that all those awful rumors aren't true? Do you? Because I am certain that if the roles were reversed that you would have lost your faith in me long ago."

"I am so sorry, my dear. I had no idea."

"Of course you didn't. You weren't here to find out." You snapped.

"Please, don't do this. Don't say that. I know I've made a mistake... but I will make it right by you. I promise."

You sighed. You'd been waiting for those words for so long. Too long.

"It's too late. I've given you every opportunity for you to tell me such. things. It's too late now."

"I know it's late, but, please, look at me — " Your husband grabbed ahold of your chin, his grip gentle yet firm, and titled it towards himself. "I will never make that mistake again. I assure you, my love."

"But how can you? How can you promise that this will never happen, that when the burden becomes too heavy, I will become nothing but a mantlepiece?" You bit at the inside of your cheek. "I would have made time for you, you know. I would have made time for you above all else, even if it seemed impossible. Even if it was impossible." You clenched your jaw. You could feel tears brimming in your eyes. "I would've made time for you."

Aleksander allowed his hand to slip from your chin as he leaned back ever so slightly. "Y/n, I... I'm sorry. Truly, I am. I..." He took your hand in his, squeezing it very gently. "I should have known better. But believe me. I am beyond sorry. Please, tell me what I can do to make it right."

"There is nothing to do. You... you said what you said, and I said what I said, and there is nothing we can do to change that, nothing you can do. You can't make up for lost time. That is not something that is simple to get back."

"Please, my darling. I will do anything you ask. You've been ever so faithful to me. I will do anything."

"Aleks — "

"Please," he urged, taking both of your hands in his and caressing them gently. You sighed, giving in to his touch. You were much too deprived of it to deny it now.

"Just — lay beside me. Sleep with me. Even if I'm asleep when you come into the bedroom, knowing you're there... it will help."

This issue would not be resolved quickly, and not for a long time. You were practical enough to know this. Still, after feeling your husband cup your cheek and press a delicate kiss onto your lips, you couldn't help but feel that, eventually, everything would be okay. Not now. And not for a long time. But, soon enough, this would all pass.

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lady-ashfade · 1 year

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Shadow And Bone Masterlist

Request for this fandom: closed

Rules.

Angst: Red

Fluff: Pink

Both: Orange

Comfort: purple

Yandere: Green and red.

A little bit of everything or nothing: Green

Inej Ghafa

Inside job- fem!reader. (Kaz&Inej)

Give me a moment

The pie- Male!reader. (Kaz&inej)

Not so dumb

The song behind bars. (Fem!reader)

Neko reader, collaring. (Fem reader! X yandere crows)

But he’s just so cute. (Poly!crows x male!reader)

Childlike. (Poly!crows x fem!reader)

No where to run. (Yan!Poly!Crows x Fem!reader)

Tall Idiot. (Poly!Crows x Male!reader)

Kaz Brekker

Inside job- Fem!reader. (Kaz&Inej)

The pie- Male!reader. (Kaz&inej)

Just a pawn- Fem!reader. Pt. 2

Aura reading reader. (Also Nina zenik)

Not so dumb

A blacked out night.

Little Gremlin (Jesper&kaz x fem)

The little ear. (Male!reader)

The song behind bars. (fem!reader)

Dark!Yandere!Kaz brekker HC’s (fem!reader)

Read ribbon- (platonic!kaz x child reader)

What gave me away? (Fem!reader)

I’m right here. (Fem!reader)

I don’t understand you (fem!reader)

Worthy. (Curvy!Fem!Reader)

Spaced out. (Adhd!Reader)

Vs Cunk. (Cunk!Fem!reader)

Neko reader, collaring. (Fem reader! X yandere crows)

But he’s just so cute. (Poly!crows x male!reader)

Childlike. (Poly!crows x fem!reader)

No where to run. (Yan!Poly!Crows x fem!reader)

Tall idiot. (Poly!Crows x Male!Reader)

Nina Zenik

Warmth- (Sister!reader)

Neko reader, collaring. (Fem reader! X yandere crows)

But he’s just so cute. (Poly!crows x male!reader)

Childlike. (Poly!crows x fem!reader)

No where to run. (Yan!Poly!crows x fem!reader)

Tall idiot. (Poly!Crows x male!reader)

Malyen Oretsev

Alina Starkov

The crows and pray- bunny reader

Like moths to a flame- Yandere six of crows x reader.

Aura reading reader- Nina zenik

Little grimlin (jesper&kaz x fem!)

The song behind bars. (Crows x fem!reader)

Chaos post. (Crows x reader)

Vs cunk. Pt.1, PT.2, PT.3

She’s made from the finest cloth (Yandere crows x fem!reader)

Family by chance. (Platonic! Wylan van eck x Kaz’s sister reader)

Neko reader, collaring. (Fem reader! X yandere crows)

But he’s just so cute. (Poly!crows x male!reader)

Childlike. (Poly!crows x reader)

No where to run. (Yan!Poly!crows x fem!reader)

Tall idiot. (Poly!Crow x male!reader)

#Aleksander Morozova x reader #Kaz Brekker x reader #Inej Ghafa x reader #The Darkling x reader #Alina Starkov x reader #Malyen Oretsev x reader #Kaz Brekker #Inej Ghafa #Alina Starkov #Malyen Oretsev #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone #yandere nina zenik x reader #nina zenik x reader #nina zenik #nina zenik x fem!reader

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Ok, I completely agree with Nikolai and Mal, but how on earth did you manage to characterise the Darkling as whiny lil shit? At the very least, he's gotta be a Possessive. Dude literally put a collar on Alina with his normal temperament, so as a Yandere he'd probably be one of the worst

No, dear anon, you misunderstand. He’s definitely a Possessive, but he’s going to be really, really whiny while doing it. He’s a dramatic little bitch boy and there’s very little I can do to change that. While he put a collar on Alina, he also split open and exposed his true identity to someone he knew for at most a year, just because world domination doesn’t mean shit if you don’t start it off with a dramatic reveal to the orphan you’re emotionally gaslighting. As soon as he gets moderately attached to whatever poor little Darling wanders across his path, you can bet he’ll be waxing poetic and clutching at his coat and going on about how tragic this is for you, how terrible you must feel to’ve fallen under his control. Don’t get me wrong, he’s too controlling to be empathetic, but he’s absolutely going to milk your captivity for all its worth, even if that means having to deal with it when you start to cry. High risk, high reward. On his part, at least.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompt #yandere theory #yandere darkling

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aphroditelovesu · 8 months

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can you make a love letter from yandere alexander morozova/the darkling to his beloved

My Light,

From the moment our eyes met, my soul was captured by an overwhelming passion that consumed every fiber of my being. The soft light that radiates from you illuminates my darkness in a way no sun ever could.

My every breath is like an echo of your name, echoing in the deepest darkness of my thoughts.

I watch your every step, every smile of yours, every laugh that escapes your divine lips. Every moment you share with another makes my blood boil with jealousy, and an uncontrollable thirst to protect you seizes me. The mere idea of someone taking you away from me is unbearable, my sweet precious one.

I know I can be overly protective, but that's only because my love for you transcends the boundaries of human and grisha understanding. If I could, I would wrap you in my arms forever, so that you could never escape my love.

I would do anything to ensure your happiness, even if it means removing any obstacles that stand in your way, in our way.

My beloved, there are no limits to what I am capable of doing for you. My devotion is so deep that not even death could separate us. There is no choice but to be with me forever, as I will not tolerate any other fate.

Forever yours,

Aleksander Morozova.

#yandere shadow and bone #shadow and bone #grishaverse #yandere darkling #yandere aleksander morozova #yandere darkling x reader #yandere aleksander morozova x reader #love letter #yandere love letter #yandere darkling love letter #yandere aleksander morozova love letter #dark!aleksander morozova #dark!darkling

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a-reverii · 8 months

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▸ ALEKSANDER MOROZOVA MASTERLIST

━ HEADCANNONS ⌵

this shelf is empty

━ BLURBS ⌵

this shelf is empty

━ IMAGINES ⌵

me and my husband. ⋮ ( fluff , angst , requested )

› in which, the general neglects you for long, and after an outburst on his part, comes to regret it.

━ MULTI-PART FICS ⌵

this shelf is empty

━━ ( navigation ) ( masterlist ) ( request )

#꒰꒰ 🎸⋆⭒˚⋆ ─ 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 ꒱꒱#aleksander morozova masterlist #the darkling x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #general kirigan x reader #yandere darkling x reader #darkling x reader #aleksander kirigan x reader #aleksander morozova #aleksander kirigan #the darkling #x reader #shadown and bone #six of crows #alina starkov #grishaverse #shadow and bone x reader #the darkling x you #the darkling x y/n

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a-reverii · 10 months

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▸ THE RECORD STORE.

" and her lips are like the galaxy's edge . . . "

━ BY FANDOM ⌵

› marauders.

› grishaverse.

› misc.

━ BY TYPE ⌵

› headcannons ━ ꒰ imagines in the form of bulletin points ꒱

› blurbs ━ ꒰ imagines under 1.0k words, or general concepts ꒱

› imagines ━ ꒰ also known as one-shots ꒱

› series ━ ꒰ any fics with more than one part ꒱

" . . . and her kiss the colour of constellations fallin' into place . . . "

━━ back to navigation.

#꒰꒰ 🎸⋆⭒˚⋆ ─ 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 ꒱꒱#fan fiction masterlist #masterlist #sirius black x reader #fanfic #regulus black x reader #kaz brekker x reader #the darkling x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #kaz brekker x you #general kirigan x reader #kaz brekker imagine #aleksander kirigan x reader #yandere darkling x reader #yandere kaz brekker #tom riddle x reader #yandere

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a-reverii · 6 months

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▸ IMAGINES

━ GRISHAVERSE ⌵

kaz brekker

this shelf is empty

aleksander morozova

me and my husband. ⋮ ( fluff , angst , requested )

› in which, the general neglects you for long, and after an outburst on his part, comes to regret it.

━ THE WIZARDING WORLD ⌵

sirius orion black

a faithful companion. ⋮ ( dark )

› in which, a black dog seems to keep you company wherever you go.

regulus arcturus black

written in the stars. ⋮ ( fluff )

› in which, two almost-strangers meet one another by coincidence, and find that they may have more in common than they initially thought.

to love and to lose. ⋮ ( fluff )

› in which, your lover is gone, and you have no idea what to do about it.

people help the people. ⋮ ( angst , hurt / comfort )

› in which, regulus had been avoiding you and you come to discover why.

remus lupin

this shelf is empty

cedric diggory

this shelf is empty

━ MISCELLANEOUS ⌵

dorian gray

only ones who know. ⋮ ( fluff, requested )

› in which, you spend a quiet morning with your lover, dorian gray.

━━ ( navigation ) ( masterlist ) ( request )

#꒰꒰ 🎸⋆⭒˚⋆ ─ 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 ꒱꒱#my : imagines masterlist #kaz brekker masterlist #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker imagine #yandere kaz brekker #aleksander morozova x reader #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black fic #regulus black x reader #regulus black imagine #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle fanfiction #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory headcanon #dorian gray x reader

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a-reverii · 4 months

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▸ GRISHAVERSE MASTERLIST.

› kaz brekker.

› aleksander morozova.

━━ ( navigation ) ( masterlist ) ( request )

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a-reverii · 6 months

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▸ HEADCANNONS

━ GRISHAVERSE ⌵

kaz brekker

› yandere kaz brekker. ⋮ ( general headcannons , requested )

aleksander morozova

this shelf is empty

━ THE WIZARDING WORLD ⌵

sirius black

this shelf is empty

regulus black

this shelf is empty

remus lupin

this shelf is empty

cedric diggory

this shelf is empty

━ MISCELLANEOUS ⌵

dorian gray

this shelf is empty

━━ ( navigation ) ( masterlist ) ( request )

#꒰꒰ 🎸⋆⭒˚⋆ ─ 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 ꒱꒱#kaz brekker masterlist #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker imagine #yandere kaz brekker #aleksander morozova x reader #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black fic #regulus black x reader #regulus black imagine #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle fanfiction #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory headcanon #dorian gray x reader

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lady-ashfade · 1 year

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Hi author can I ask what you're currently working on ?

OF COURSE YOU CAN ASK! I’ll tell you everything I have in the works so far and plan on doing.

These are the requests that I am most interested on working on but I might do the rest when these get done.

So requests:

Spoiled Lannister x yandere daemon

Modern aemond targaryen HC’s

Yandere team black HC’s

What if daemon found the hybrid reader?

And here are some of my ideas and story’s I’m working on:

Don’t make me do this: a angst fic of aemond. (I can’t tell you what the idea is yet, but I’m so excited about it)

A diamond of blood and obsession: A yandere house of the dragon x fem!reader. - Here is the preview.

Unnamed Aemond fic: Plot: The war has started between the blacks and the greens. The greens arranged a marriage between both of your houses, which your father couldn't be more pleased about. You gaining a royal husband to bare children with while they gain your armies. You had hoped to marry for love but you quickly began to realize it was nothing of that sort.

The sun from across the sea: A jacaerys velaryon fic. It’s a cross over of a bit of shadow and bone, and the house of the dragon. You being a daughter of a sun summoner and the darkling and being arranged to wed jace. -This is a different world so the characters that play your parents aren’t from that show…Unless you want them to be.

#yandere jacaerys velaryon #yandere house of the dragon #yandere house of the dragon x reader #yandere hotd #yandere aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #house of the dragon x reader

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waywardsummoner46 · 2 years

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You do Kaz? Sweet! I know you’re busy right now and you don’t need to rush into it, but I just want to send you an idea before I forget it. It’s a Kaz x reader where they both like each other, but the only problem is that reader has always dreamed of starting a family and she knows she can’t have that with Kaz because of trauma. Afraid she might leave him, maybe Kaz has the crows steal a baby from an orphanage and kind of shoves it in readers hands and is like “this is our baby”. He has a bit of yandere behavior but he’s still the same old Kaz.

Our Baby

Pairing: Slightly Yandere!Kaz Brekker x reader

Summary: You loved Kaz and he loved you but his phobia to physical contact became an obstacle to what you really wanted: a family. Noticing this, Kaz takes it upon himself to get you a child, securing your happiness. But what you don't know, is that you're being hunted and Kaz has ulterior motives rather than just supplying your solitude.

Word Count: 1584

Warnings: hints to violence, slight yandere behaviour, hints of being hunted and subjected to slavery and manipulation

A/N: Helloooooo! Two fics in two days? That’s a result of my illness, welp. Anyway, to the anon that requested this I am so sorry that it’s taken me so long to get to this but thank you for requesting and for giving me another series idea whilst also adding to my Darkling draft idea. Let me know what you guys think and I hope you’re all having a wonderful day :)

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It was becoming increasingly obvious to Kaz that you wanted a family.

For the past few weeks, all you had wanted to do was leave the Crow Club in exchange for exploring the richer and better kept areas of Ketterdam to watch the little children running around the streets and to watch how they interact with a multitude of things. You were practically drooling over the family dynamic you saw in various families and your desire to become a mother yourself was becoming unbearable; you tried to suppress it but Kaz is the Bastard of the Barrel for a reason… he noticed.

Initially you never stated why you wanted to leave the Barrel, claiming you wanted to explore the city and become more familiar with it which was understandable considering you were Ravka-born and raised. Yet Kaz’s observation skills were as impressive as ever and he read between your innocent little lies.

By no means would you ridicule Kaz for his trauma and inability to commence physical contact which is just one reason out of many he adored you: your patience and acceptance of him was something he’d very rarely come across. To trust someone enough with that information in the first place implied that you were a majorly important person to him.

He respected you and you respected him.

These brief interactions and silent staring from afar of the children continued until Kaz pulled you into his office one evening and confronted you about it.

With furrowed brows, you knocked on the door to Kaz’s office and after hearing the faint sound of acknowledgement, you cautiously took a step in. “Jesper said you needed me, everything alright?” You asked the figure rigidly leaning over his desk.

On further observation he didn’t actually seem to be analysing any of the papers or maps on his desk, rather caught up in his own head which was never something good. His eyes were shut and his brows mirrored your own - furrowed.

Your hands were itching to reach out for him but you knew that’d only make the situation worse given his haphephobia so you resisted, leaving them twitching slightly by your sides. Hesitantly, you opened your mouth to ask him something else but he cut you off.

“I’ve noticed how frequent your visits to the other districts are, (Y/N),” his gravelly voice cut through the suffocating silence.

You gulped. “Uh-um-uh, yeah! Yes, yes I have been going quite a lot. But that’s because I wanted to explore the city, Kaz. It’s quite big, I’ve come to realise,” you awkwardly laughed. He left the table then and fixed his jacket, grabbing his cane and slowly limping over to you.

Once he was standing directly in front of you, he lifted a violently shaking hand up to your cheek… you waited for the contact of his gloved hand but it never came. You diverted your eyes away from his hands to study his face instead. His jaw was clenched tightly and he was blinking quicker than usual as though he was debating his next move.

Brow slightly raised, you said, “Don’t force yourself, Kaz. Tell me what’s wrong.” Before you could second guess your actions, you quickly raised your own hand to place it over his. He took a brief intake of breath but didn’t move away, nor did that drowning feeling overwhelm him as it usually did.

He took an inaudible gulp before continuing. “Don’t lie to me, (Y/N).”

It was your turn to clench your jaw now and to avert your eyes. And just as your little moment started, it ended abruptly with Kaz taking a big step back and donning his scheming face. Or the hostile and terribly scary one he wears when confronting potential enemies.

You straightened your back and stared defiantly into his eyes. “Leave it, Kaz. It doesn’t matter.”

He gave you a malicious grin, “Oh my darling. It does matter. You want a family and knowing that I can’t provide you with one, you start developing an unhealthy obsession with others. Leaving the Barrel for hours at a time, not letting anyone know you’re leaving or when you’ll be back. Even taking notes on how to be a good mother and researching the orphanages stationed around the city, am I missing anything?” He listed in the same monotonous voice he uses on political challengers.

Your gaze now rested shamefully on the floor with your hands nervously fidgeting behind your back, something you knew Kaz didn’t like. “Stop acting like a child and answer me, (Y/N).”

Deciding to comply with him, you straightened to your full height and swallowed the lump in your throat. “It was never meant to be like that Kaz. If I hurt you in any way then I’m sorry but unlike you, some of us can’t suppress what we desire. Not me, not Inej with her ship, not Jesper with his gambling, not Nina wanting to avenge Matthias,” tears welled in your eyes at the pain you and your friends have experienced. “Yes, I’d like a child but I’m perfectly content with loving you only for the rest of my life, despite what you may think I do love you and our personal obstacles won’t affect that.”

His head was angled up, looking down on you. He didn’t respond, instead storming out of the room and leaving you wondering just what in Saints’ name just happened.

That evening you waited in his office for a good few hours before retiring dejectedly to your own room, heart heavy and tears flowing.

You didn’t see Kaz the next day or the day after that and you were convinced that you’d overstepped; whether with the physical contact or the verbal declaration of love you didn’t know. So who could blame you when you jumped out of your skin when he sat down right in front of you in the bar?

You’d ordered the heaviest drink you could from Jesper (who was on bar duty for a change) and was about to chug it down and wallow in your misery for the rest of the night but of course Kaz had to ruin your plans. Taking in a shaky breath you risked glancing up at him but almost died from shock when you saw a baby in his lap. You stuttered and tripped over incomprehensible words as you tried to even process the sight of Kaz Brekker with a literal baby in his hands.

He looked something akin to a child being scolded, face angled down, eyes slightly wide and legs twitching slightly. Never had you seen him so nervous. “I-uh, went to the orphanage when I left and got this for you,” he said uncharacteristically quietly, it was unnerving. Yet you couldn’t quite swallow the chuckle that came out of you at him addressing the child as “this”.

You smiled slowly at him, realising that he didn’t look like a scolded child but instead one looking for approval. “Thank you, Kaz, you have no idea what this means to me.” Reaching over the table, Kaz practically dumped the child in your arms leaving you giggling. A small smile was painted across his face, one you mistook for happiness instead of self-satisfaction, and he raised himself from the table with the promise he’d see you later and approached Jesper at the bar.

The two Crows slyly watched you, playing with the baby and making it giggle with the funny faces you were making, from the corners of their eyes before Jesper whisked Kaz’s drink up and plopped it onto the table.

“Gotta say, boss. That was a brilliant plan. I mean not only did you give the Mrs what she wanted but you secured yourself an heir! Wow,” Jesper said to Kaz. In return, he raised an unamused eyebrow, signalling that he saw past Jesper’s bullshit. Jesper raised his hands in mock surrender with a matching mocking smile on his lips.

“Alright, you got me,” he drew in closer and lowered his voice to a whisper. “How close was he this time?”

Kaz downed his drink in one and carded a hand through his hair. “There were five Heartrenders in the street beside where she usually goes. Not far behind them Zoya Nazyalensky and the King himself were spotted but Nikolai seems to still be The Darkling’s little demon. No sight of The Darkling himself yet though,” Kaz returned in an equally quiet tone.

Jesper looked at you worriedly. “What’s the next step, boss? I’ll help as much as I can.”

“I need you to send a message to my Crows; tell them that the lost Shadow Summoner has been found. (Y/N) is still a Crow as far as I’m concerned and I’m not letting The Darkling enslave her like he did Alina.”

“You got it, Kaz. As soon as I’m done with bar duty, I’ll get on that,” Jesper replied.

Kaz suddenly had a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Jesper?” a murmur of acknowledgment. “I thought you were on door duty.” Then a loud groan and a slightly annoyed expression came onto Jesper’s face but he knew better than to refuse.

“Nothing escapes you, does it?” He asked, then sauntered off, chucking the towel down on the counter.

Kaz took the liberty of pouring himself another drink and turned to look at you. Nothing would take you away from him. He’d make sure of it, even if he had to store you away from the entire world.

#Kaz Brekker #kaz brekker x reader #dark!kaz brekker #dark!Kaz Brekker x reader #shadow and bone #Grishaverse #grishaverse x reader #the darkling #the darkling x reader

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