#the darkling drabbles

[marvelmusing]

Hot Chocolate

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aleksander has been struggling to sleep recently, so you decide to give him a treat to lift his spirits.

“What’s this, my love?”

Aleksander observes the tray you’re holding carefully, studying the contents as you step into your shared bedroom. Despite his curiosity, he cannot help but admire the way your nightdress fits perfectly over your body, delicate fabric brushing against the floor as you step closer.

He is already dressed for bed, a black robe hanging loosely over his shoulders as he stands on his side of the room. He pulls the covers back for the two of you, adjusting the black pillows as he awaits your response.

“I know you haven’t been sleeping well.”

He stills for a moment at your words, avoiding your eyes as he brushes his hand over the dark bedsheet to smoothen out some nonexistent creases in the fabric.

“Have I been disturbing you?” he asks slowly, his words heavy with self-accusation at the thought of his restlessness keeping you from your sleep.

“Of course not,” you answer quickly.

He watches as you sit down on your side of the bed, placing the ornate tray down in the centre of the mattress.

“I thought a little treat before bed might take your mind off things - and help you rest easier.”

A soft smile tugs at his lips as he sits down on the bed beside you.

“That’s very thoughtful of you.”

It’s only then that he finally pays full attention to the contents of the tray. He finds two steaming cups accompanied by saucers, topped with whipped cream and a light sprinkle of cocoa power.

The sweet scent of chocolate fills his senses, his mouth watering at the thought of a taste. As you observe his reaction, you smile and pick up a cup, offering it to him.

“Careful, it’s hot,” you warn him with concern in your eyes as he lifts the cup to his lips, saucer settled in his other hand.

Aleksander takes a tentative sip, a hum of delight in his throat as he swallows his first mouthful. The cream is light and sweet as it melts on his tongue and the hot chocolate itself is the best he has ever tasted.

He blinks at the cup in surprise at how good the taste is, and you laugh softly at the look on his face. The smile twitching at the corner of his mouth widens at the sound of you laugh.

With the war going on, luxuries like this are rare, and Aleksander doesn’t typically indulge in such things for himself. Still, he’s curious to know how you pulled off such a wonderful creation.

“How?”

There’s a prideful glimmer in your eyes and he knows you had been hoping he would ask you about this.

“The Queen uses cocoa powder for her nightly face mask - a unique blend from Novyi Zem. Genya managed to get some for me.”

“And the cream?”

“The new chef at the Grand Palace is particularly fond of sweet treats - I might have offered to show her our kitchens in exchange for this.”

He leans forward, pressing an appreciative kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you, my love.”

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you sit in companionable silence, leaning against your headboard, shoulders touching, as you drink from your cups.

Once you’re both finished, Aleksander internally admits that he feels more optimistic about sleeping soundly beside you tonight.

His heart flutters as you trace your thumb over his upper lip before you circle the pad down against his lower lip.

Warmth spreads over your cheeks when you see the look on his dark eyes as you withdraw. While you attempt to explain yourself, the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk.

“You had some cream on your face.”

He nods, leaning over towards you.

“You have some too.” As you reach for a napkin, he settles his hand over yours. “Allow me.”

Aleksander cradles your face in his hands, ducking his head down for his lips to meet yours. He sucks your lower lip between his, tongue tracing over the sensitive skin there.

“All gone.”

“Are you sure?”

The corner of his mouth twists with a teasing smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Now that you mention it, I think there is a little more. Here.” He presses a hurried kiss to the corner of your mouth. “And here.” Another kiss to your cheek. “Here too.”

Soon, he’s settling a flurry of kisses over your face and you’re giggling at his antics, sliding down onto your pillow to escape him. He laughs warmly and you realise you had almost forgotten how wonderful his laugh is.

His halts his attack, his nose brushing gently against yours as he withdraws ever so slightly and you thread a hand affectionately through his hair. He looks down at you fondly, tracing his fingers over your cheek then along your jawline.

Holding your chin between his fingers, he tilts your head gently upwards, bending down to leave a soft kiss against your lips.

“Thank you for this,” he murmurs softly.

“Anything for you, Sasha.”

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[mistiell]

Dancing in the Rain

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem! Shadow Summoner! Reader

Summary: Before he was a general, before the fold, Aleksander was just a young man in love. A young man in love with you and your spontaneous, effervescent nature. Today you’ve decided to take him on a picnic, and when rain comes to ruin your day, you decide to just keep having fun anyway.

Warnings: None

A/N: I didn’t use any pronouns but reader is wearing a dress.

Edit: I just now realized that I used “Milaya” which is “sweet girl” in Ravkan. I’ve change the pairing thing now, i apologize lol.

“Y/n? I’m here!” Aleksander calls as he steps through the front door of your home. He hadn’t bothered knocking. You’ve known each other long enough now that he knows he’s welcome anytime.

“In the kitchen!” When he rounds the doorway, he finds you stood on your tiptoes reaching up towards the top shelf of your pantry. He chuckles at you and you shoot him a halfhearted glare.

“Are you going to help? Or are you just going to stand there and laugh?” You ask, trying to reach a little further for the blackberry jam. You feel him come to stand behind you, one hand set idly on your hip as he presses you between the counter and his body. He grabs the jar without issue and sets it down in front of you but doesn’t back away. Instead, the hand that’s on your hip slides across your stomach while the other does the same, holding you flush against him while he peppers kisses over your neck and shoulder.

“Missed you, milaya.” He mumbles, warmth blooming in your chest as you giggle bashfully.

“You saw me yesterday.”

“I know. It was excruciating being away from you for so long.” He turns you around by your hips and you barely have a chance to admire the coquettish smile on his face before his lips are on yours. His kisses are slow as he caresses your sides, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw while he savors the taste of you. Your fingers slip into his hair, brushing through thick, ebony strands before settling on either side of his neck. It’s getting a little long, just barely kissing his shoulders. You don’t linger on the thought for long, though, as soon enough, he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.

“Hi.” You whisper and he beams at you, nudging your nose with his.

“Hi.” His volume matches yours as he pecks your lips once more before pulling back a bit to look at you properly, hands snaking around to clasp over your lower back to keep you pressed against him, “What have you got planned for us this afternoon?”

Your eyes light up with excitement, “Oh! I was thinking we could have a picnic at our spot.”

“Sounds like fun, though it looks as if it might rain today.”

“A little rain never hurt anyone.” You grin and he chuckles.

“I suppose not.” You take his wrists and attempt to escape his grasp but he just holds you tighter, peppering kisses over your cheek and the side of your neck.

“Sasha!” You giggle, trying and failing to scrunch your shoulder up to your ear to stop him from reaching your neck, “I have to finish packing up!”

He only laughs against your skin and you can feel the smile that accompanies it. When he’s had enough of his fun, he lets you go, lingering close while he helps you load all the food into a basket.

The trek out to the hill isn’t too long, but Aleksander still insists on carrying everything for you. It’s only the basket and blanket, but you still feel rather guilty.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

“I’m alright, love. Promise.” When you huff and pout at him, he laughs.

“At least let me take the blanket.”

“If it’ll stop you from worrying your pretty little head over it, fine.” He relents, slowing to a stop to let you take the item from him before continuing on your path.

When you reach your spot, he sets the basket down and helps you lay the blanket out underneath the lone tree that sits atop the hill before spreading out the food.

“Are they good?” You ask tentatively as he takes a bite out of one of the jam tarts you had made from scratch.

His eyes close and he hums as he chews, licking a stray bit of jam off his thumb once he’s swallowed, “Delicious.”

You beam at him.

By the time you’re finished, the clouds have covered the sun and are looking a rather ominous shade of grey. The first few raindrops fall as you’re packing up your things.

“I think you may have been right about the rain.” You state, holding your palm out from under the cover of the leaves and up to the sky to watch a few drops wet your skin.

“A little rain never hurt anyone.” He repeats your statement from earlier with a smile and you narrow your eyes at him through a bright grin.

“Excuse you, that’s my line!” He laughs as he folds the blanket and sets it on top of the basket, gasping when you suddenly take his wrists and pull him out into the now steadily pouring rain.

“What are you doing?” He laughs as you let go and twirl, skirts flaring wide as you giggle along with him.

“Dance with me!” You shout, holding your hands out to him. He takes them, twirling you again and stepping back, keeping his hold on your hand so he can pull you back to him when you drift too far. You break away from him briefly and throw your arms out on either side of you, welcoming the rain and letting it soak you through. And then you’re spinning again, wisps of shadow swirling around your form. They swish in tandem with your skirts and flow from your hands as you raise them from your hips to the sky. It’s like they’re dancing along with you, and you’re laughing and giggling and in that moment he wonders if you know how utterly enchanted he is by you. How much he’d give just to keep you like this, happy and laughing and safe.

There’s this sudden overwhelming urge to touch you, hold you, and he comes closer to hook an arm around your waist and pull your body towards him until it’s flush against his. He chuckles at the sudden shriek of laughter that escapes you before pressing his lips to yours. They’re cold and taste of rainwater and tarts. You’re smiling so wide you can barely kiss him back, but still you hold his face between your hands because you’ll be damned before you ever refuse to kiss him.

“Stop smiling.” He says it knowing damn well he’s a hypocrite. He’s smiling just as wide.

“I can’t!” You giggle, resting your forehead against his and breathing in deep until your fit of laughter has finally passed. Bumping the side of his nose with yours, you brush your thumbs over his now frigid skin, “We’re soaked.”

“Are we? I hadn’t noticed.” He laughs when you swat at his chest.

You mutter a very much half hearted insult as you slip your hands down his front to lace them around his back, pulling your face away only to bury your freezing nose against the warmth of his chest. You feel him kiss your temple and squeeze you, hands smoothing over your back.

“Love you, Sasha.” Your voice is sweet and dulcet and saints, he swears that as long as you said it like that, he’d extinguish the sun if you asked.

“I love you too, Milaya.” It’s mumbled against your hair and punctuated by an affectionate squeeze of your waist. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this — to deserve you — but he swears that he’ll protect this moment and all the rest with his life. Come what may, he’ll be by your side, ready and waiting for whatever life has to throw at you next.

For now, he allows himself to relax; to hold you while the rain patters against the grass around you; to let you love him, just as he loves you.

[midwinterspringwrites]

dark was the way (still that voice inside my head)

Rated T | Darklina

She'd known he'd be able and willing to help her, when no one else was.

A triple drabble for @scrapbirdy for Fragments of Sun and Shadow.

Moodboard by me.

Read on AO3.

[the-heartlines]

darklina drabble for the darklinaprompt: jump — possessive pirate king + his pretty prisoner

[thewriterthatghostedyou]

First Christmas Oneshot!

Ok so this may be more of a Drabble, but I still hope you all enjoy it! There are no warnings (well there is cussing, but not much) just holiday fluff!

Enjoy the first of seven short stories!

Darkling x Inferni! Reader

You always loved how the Little Palace looked in the winter. If you were able to draw, you would have tried to capture the way that the snow fell onto the high roofs and the unique icicles that hang from the edge. Every year, the young tide makers and squallors would sneak their way out of their sleeping quarters in order to make ice figurines. This year you chuckled at the large sculpture of a frowning Baghra.

“I think that’s an incredible likeness.” A smooth voice said behind you.

“Don’t let Baghra hear you say that or she’ll hit you with her cane.” You snickered, leaning back into your husband's arms.

“I can take it.” He said with a smile as the two of you continued towards the dining hall.

“How are the preparations for tonight’s feast?” He asked, taking you by the hand and leading you inside the warm castle.

“Good, the goose and roasted lamb will be done in time, as will the rest of the feast.”

Aleksander nodded at that. “Good. The royals need to be impressed when they arrive.”

You grimaced at the mention of the royal family, and the nearby candles flickered aggressively.

“You are going to have to talk to them.” Aleksander said softly.

“No I won’t.” You snapped, walking towards the war room. “If the crown prince’s hands wander again, I’m burning them.”

Aleksander snorted at that. “That would certainly leave an impression; however, we only need to play nice a little longer my love.”

“I guess.” You sighed, thinking of the sun summoner in her room. “The next few months will be quite chaotic.”

“Which is exactly why I set something up for us.” Aleksander smiled as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Oh? What is it?” You asked, leaning into his embrace.

“Well it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you.” He said with a chuckle. “But I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“We aren’t heading there now?” You raised a brow at that.

“It’s not ready yet.” The two of you strode into the war room. “And besides, we have a meeting.”

You groaned at that. “Forgot about that. But you didn’t have to tell me about it so early!” You swatted his arm as you leaned on the table facing him.

He chuckled at that, wrapping both arms around your waist and looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

He may have been the fearsome Black General to others, but when it was like this, just you and him, he was your Aleksander.

“I have to give you something to look forward to, my love.” He brushed your hair out of your eyes as the door started to creak open.

“Fine. But my expectations are high.” You teased as the two of you parted.

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The meeting seemed to drag on and on, as you and your husband stared at troop movements and planned for a future trip across the fold. After that, you were immediately whisked away to oversee the decorations in the grand hall.

You were in the middle of staring at a garland of pine leaves, seeing if they looked even, when a servant came over to you. “The general has requested your presence in the kitchens.” She curtsied quickly before scurrying away.

You didn’t recognize her, so she must be from the Grand Palace and probably unused to being around Grisha.

“Feydor.” You turned to face your friend, who was currently “testing” the macarons on the table.

“Yeff?” He said, head snapping up with the sweet stuffed in his mouth.

You giggled as he struggled to chew quickly. “Could you finish this up for me? I’ve been summoned.” You picked up your kefta from a nearby chair you had thrown it on and slid into it.

“M’kay.” He nodded, the pastry still in his mouth. You quirked a brow before starting to leave.

“And please leave some desserts for the actual celebration!” You called teasingly over your shoulder.

“Ok ok, I will!” He laughed, talking clearly again.

You shook your head as you left, but when you were out of sight, slid a small pastry from your pocket and ate it quickly. You moaned as the sweet chocolate flavor melted on your tongue. The Little Palace bakers really were the best around. Perhaps you would be able to compliment their work when you were in the kitchens.

Why your husband wanted to meet you in the kitchens was beyond you, but perhaps his surprise had something to do with food. Your stomach grumbled loudly at the thought. You hadn’t been able to grab anything to eat today, as the fete preparation had been demanding your attention all day.

As you winded through the Little palace halls, you sniffed the air curiously. Your mouth watered as you smelled a familiar cinnamon scent. The kitchen staff must have made those gingerbread cookies you loved. Although they weren’t common in Ravka, you had acquired the taste for them in an undercover operation in Fjerda. Since then your husband made sure to always have the kitchens make the cookies during the winter months.

You felt yourself smile as you entered the kitchen and saw Aleksander standing behind a table full of gingerbread cookies, icing, and other candies. He wasn’t wearing his kefta, and had his long sleeves rolled up as he watched you come in with a grin on his face.

“Surprise my love.” He said with a gesture to the table.

“Sasha this is amazing!” You said, striding quickly over to kiss him.

“I figured we deserved a small break before all hell breaks loose.” Aleksander looked down at you lovingly as he cupped your jaw softly.

“Well, we still have some time left to enjoy ourselves.” You leaned in for another kiss against his warm lips. “We still have no idea where the stag is.”

“About that.” Aleksander started. “A tracker came in from the Fjerdan border, he said that he found it.” A wicked grin was on your husband's face. “Ironically, the tracker who found it is Malyen Oretsev.”

You huffed out a disbelieving laugh. “Alina’s Mal?”

Aleksander nodded. “We are to leave after the fete, and then shortly to the fold after we find it.”

“Saints! This is happening!” You shouted excitedly. “Aleksander, this is really happening!” You broke out into an even wider grin.

“I know. We are so close, my love. But let’s take one more night to ourselves. I was thinking we could make these into little houses.”

Aleksander handed you a wall piece with a shy smile. “What do you think?”

“I think,” You plucked the cookie out of his hand. “That my house will be even better than yours.” You giggled excitedly as you broke the embrace and rushed to a seat at the table.

“Highly doubtful, I’ve had centuries to practice cookie house making.” Aleksander joked, sitting next to you and grabbing more wall pieces.

“Oh please, I bet you spent those years wasting away in your war room.” You snarked back, spreading the white frosting on the cookie in front of you.

He snorted at that as he started on the base of the house. “You should really start with the foundation my love, or your house will look deflated next to mine.”

“Well if you’d stop distracting me, maybe you’ll actually get your house done.” You stuck your tongue out in concentration as you held two of the walls together.

Aleksander only shook his head as he turned his attention to his own house.

The two of you worked slowly, you added peppermint sticks around the wall creases to help the house stand as Aleksander focused on fine line details on the front of his house.

“Shit!” You hissed, as the roof started to drift apart. “No no no, you stay right there!” Aleksander laughed as you struggled to hold the roof together and lob on more frosting.

“Well it certainly looks like winter came to your house.” You groaned as you smeared more icing on the roof with a dull knife.

“Maybe I was going for a snowy look.” You sassed back, not looking at the detailed swirls that lined your husband's house.

“Ah yes, and the peppermint sticks holding up the house, is that another design element?” He smirked as the roof started to slide again.

“Nooooo stop it!” You yelled at the house falling apart in your hands.

“Darling hold the walls together.” You snapped, icing starting to coat your hands as Aleksander laughed even harder next to you.

“Does this mean I win?” He snarked, only watching you struggle.

“Oh for saints sake. Fine you win. Now help me salvage this thing.” You huffed out, concentrating on the house.

Despite the loss, you felt yourself blush as Aleksander stood behind you and held the walls together, trapping you inside his arms as he did so.

“Good.” You said, satisfied. “Now you just need to stay there until it dries.”

[kittyslvs]

ARMOR ; KAZ BREKKER

pairing: kaz brekker x fem!oc

word count: 284

summary: things aren't going well between Alinora and Kaz, it seems like someone needs to end something, but what is it?

warning: nop, probably ooc :))

mari´s note: i had this saved in notes since the second season of sab came out, so I checked and wanted to upload it ;) hope you like it.

Her relationship with Kaz was very confusing, because he always put a barrier between them. And this is valid, he still has a trauma with Jordie's death, with physical contact and trust issues.

But, she's also human, she's tired of those boundaries; Alynora was tired of Kaz Brekker's armor.

She tried to talk about it with Kaz, obviously it didn't end well; Alynora trying to remove Kaz's armor; and him, putting on a new one. It was a vicious circle, a very tiring one.

After the fights, both ignored the fact that it was unhealthy not to try to improve what they were fighting about. It was something that slowly consumed them, making their mere presence toxic to the other.

The "cheerful" or "enthusiastic" spark of the female was slowly fading away, and she couldn't permit that.

The truth is, like Kaz has his armor, Alynora has one; Ketterdam was a place fully of blood, death, and fights. Everyone tries to get an armor to protect them, for some people, their armor was violence or something else. But she's was different, her little inside kid protects her to the darkest of the city, so she couldn't lose it.

The armor that protects her in the worst moments of her childhood, a childhood who was lived in the streets of Ketterdam, with hungry and danger.

And if save her armor means let go the only love that she has, she would do it. She'll do it over and over again.

 Because her love for Kaz was no greater than her love and appreciation for the "insignificant" thing that kept her alive always.

Maybe in another situation or universe she could be with him, without armors.

[starlessmei]

True

He looks at Alina, and a low sob escapes from his throat. His Sun Summoner isn't a Sun Summoner anymore. But he finds that isn't the thing that really startles him. No, her pain, vivid on her features, the tears sliding down her cheeks, and her screams—that's the thing that breaks something inside him.

Yes, she's not his Sun Summoner anymore, but she's still his Alina. She will always be his Alina, whether she likes it or not.

Well, she got what she wanted, right? She always wanted to be normal, mortal, like everyone else. Now she is. Yet he was alone in the world again. Alone to live forever.

He sees she's grabbing the knife she used to stab Oretsev, and he smiles. He can't help himself but think his time has come. He doesn't want to live forever alone; he doesn't want to live without Alina. He had lived a long, too long life. Enough is enough. It was fitting that she was the one to end his life since she was the one to make him feel alive in many years. 

She’s crying, more hysterically, now that she’s walking toward him with the knife. She’s weak and mournful, for herself as well as for him; he’s sure of it. He could outrun her—it would be so easy. Fight her, maybe kill her, and run for his life. Hide for a few years while he thinks of a new plan. It would be so easy, but it’s not what he wants. It won’t make her stay with him. He’s at peace with dying by her hands; if someone deserves to kill him, it’s her.

The chaos of the war around them blurs in the background as she’s standing in front of him. He looks at the knife and then at her pain-filled gaze, her white hair blowing in the wind. He wants to remember every feature on her face, every wrinkle and stain, every shade of her hair and skin—he wants to carry her with him to the next world. Carry her in his old, rusty heart for eternity.

“Will you mourn me?” he asks with a smile. It’s the only thing that matters to him. 

She comes even closer to him, barely an inch separating them now. He can see every thought that passes through her mind; he can feel her hot breath on his face. Her sobbing increases, and she breaks, leaning her forehead on his chest. Her tears cause wet stains on his kefta, not that it matters. She whispers against his still-warm body, her words barely audible. 

“Every day, every second,” she promises, and his smile widens. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly. He kisses the top of her hair lovingly and hopes she could stay in his arms. She has already lost so much—she’s in so much pain and he feels it through what was once their tether but now is only his affection for her.

Her hand that holds the knife is at her side, but with the other, she hugs him back. 

“It’s okay, my love. Do what you must; I understand.” A high-pitched wail escapes from her throat and is muffled by his kefta. She pulls back just a little so that she can look at his face, and he tries to make his smile reassuring. To make it easier for her. Her eyes are puffy and red, a steady stream of tears sliding down her beautiful face. She will always be beautiful to him. 

“Is it the truth? Do you love me?” her voice is suddenly steady, her eyes hopeful even though she is about to kill him. Even though she is about to finish all chances for him to say it every day, every second, of their lives. 

He nods and wraps his arms around her, pulling her impossibly closer to him. “Of course I love you; I have loved you since you told me you’re hilarious on our first journey to the Little Palace.” 

“You’re not just saying that, so you think I’ll spare your life, right?” 

He wipes the few tears from her face with his thumb and cups her face. “I know I’m about to die; I don’t want you to spare my life. Me loving you is the greatest truth that I’ve ever told.” He leans his forehead against her, appreciating the last few moments of sharing his life with her. “I have nothing left to lose, Alina. I have already lost you. I’m ready to die.” 

“And you love me even now? Even when I’m… I’m no longer valuable?” she starts shaking and closes her eyes in pain. 

“You are more than your light, Alina. You carry it with you in your eyes, in your mind, but you’ll always be more than your light, and I love you for who you are.” A new stream of tears implodes from her eyes, and she raises her head to kiss him. It’s all-consuming and powerful, and at the same time makes him feel powerless. He would give everything to have more of her lips, more of her warmth, but if it’s the last kiss—he’ll make the most of it. 

He savors her taste, savors the drops of saltiness from her tears, savors the feeling of the beating heart that echos in his ears. But most of all—he savors her love. Savors the way she feels in his arms, and he knows that she wants it to last forever, just like he does. 

And then the pain appears, blinded by its force, making him gasp right into her mouth. She still kisses him even as she buries the knife deep in his abdomen. Even though she sobs and falls apart, she lies him gently on the ground as she kisses him, and stays on her knees beside his bleeding body. 

She breaks the kiss after long moments and moves her head to look at the dripping wound, but he doesn’t let her. He still holds her face, forcing her to look him in the eyes—to see that he doesn’t blame her, that he still loves her. 

“I love you, too,” she whispers and sobs. “I’m so sorry; I had to do it.” She puts her hand next to the wound, and Aleksander understands. She didn’t stab his heart; as she probably should have if she wanted to kill him. It’s in his lower abdomen, and it fucking hurts, but there’s a fair chance he might live. He looks at her, surprised, and suddenly she smiles—it’s the most beautiful smile he has ever seen. 

She looks worryingly around her, as though she only just now remembers where she is and leans forward to whisper in his ear. For the first time since she lost her powers, she stops crying. “I’ll send a healer I trust soon, but you need to pretend for now. Can you do that for me?” 

He blinks a few times, processing her words and ignoring the pain. He can’t believe she has done that; he doesn’t know what to feel but is glad he can still stare at her face and memorize her delicate features. “Of course, milaya,” he whispers and takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes, pretending, as she asks, and hears her giggle. 

She kisses his lips softly, and he can feel her smile against them. “I’ll come to find you, and then it will be just us. Will you wait for me?” He inhales her scent and kisses her back, just barely, just softly, so no one might notice. 

“Always.”

[kumeko]

Prompt: Dec 18 // in my chaotic heart of darkness

A/N: Why is it so hard to find good quality screenshots of the show? ☹ I love how messy these two are, the tragedy in her meeting him just too late to change his path and how he’s a warning of just what she could become if she’d experienced what he had.

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Alina’s eyes are guileless as she stands next to Kirigan. It is something that fascinates him to no end—despite all that she’s experienced, despite all of her losses, there is something utterly naïve and hopeful in the way she behaves. In the way she looks at him.

In the way she views hatred.

“There’s so much to do,” Alina murmurs as she leans forward. The strategy table is large enough to fill his study, small models scattered on the world map to indicate armies and obstacles. Her fingers brush a soldier’s token before moving toward the structure representing the Fold.

“There always is,” Kirigan replies quietly, more than content to watch her as she tries to find the end to centuries of hate. The steps she’s taking are ones he’s taken himself. It’s like watching a mirror at times, a memory of simpler times when love was enough. Time had not yet tempered her into realizing otherwise.

Part of him hopes that it never does.

The rest of him is certain she’s strong enough to handle the ugly truth of their world.

“I know, it’s just…” Alina chuckles awkwardly, gesturing at the soldiers. “I’ve seen this all firsthand but it’s something else to see it like this. The world’s so big and yet…so small.” She touches the Fold and knocks the structure over. “If only that were gone. At least then we’d be working together instead of apart.”

“If only,” he repeats. But the world isn’t that kind. More than anyone else, he knows just how cruel people can be. They were hunting Grisha long before the fold came up and they will hunt them long after it goes down. ‘The Heretic’ is just the latest face to their hatred. “But somehow, I do not think it will be that easy.”

“No, but…we have to try, right?” Alina looks up at him again, that guileless smile once more. There are no secrets in her eyes, no dark intentions behind her actions. She is transparent, her heart on her sleeve, an open book he can read at leisure.

“Yes, we have to,” Kirigan replies softly, taking her hand in his and kissing it softly. There is no need for this action, this response, but he does it anyway. There is no need for him to spill memory after memory, to dig into the depths of his past and talk about Alek the boy, and yet he’s told her about a time he had long wished to forget. 

It’s her eyes, he thinks. It’s the only explanation he has for why it takes a look, a question, a smile and he’s no longer Kirigan but Aleksander. Her light illuminates his shadows, drawing into the spotlight all the things he’d regulated to the dark. Perhaps it is her powers, but perhaps it is Alina herself. Alina and those eyes that look at him as though he is the hero he wishes he could be.

She steps closer, her other hand reaching up to cup his jaw. “Together.” Alina squeezes their still joined hands and leans forward, her lips brushing his. “You’re not alone, after all.”

Her skin is warm. If only he could see the world through her eyes. Hope stirs within him, a feeling he has not had in eons.

“I’m not,” he agrees, closing the gap between them. “Not anymore.”

[marvelmusing]

A/N: GN!Sun Summoner!Reader. (This exists because of course I had to do a rewrite of the war table scene before season two hits me.)

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When there’s a knock at the door, you curl your fingers around the nape of Aleksander’s neck, squeezing slightly as an encouragement to continue the kiss instead of answering whoever is trying to disturb you.

He hums lowly, lips curling into a smirk as he indulges you. His body presses firmly against yours, sending you swaying backwards.

His hands are firm, keeping you from falling, urging you back towards him as the two of you move against one another. A perfect dance of light and darkness, merging together as one.

The second knock is louder.

Warmth spreads over your cheeks at the notion of being caught, perched on the edge of his ear table with kiss swollen lips, your kefta unmistakably ruffled. Instead of swimming in that embarrassment, like you might have done a month ago, you seize a fistful of his kefta, silently pleading to the universe for this moment not to end.

His hands settle on your waist as he straightens, dark eyes twinkling and cheeks flushed rosily. He looks so bright and young like this. The frown that has always been so evident on his features has completely disappeared.

He kisses you again, lips lingering against yours. Both of you smile, unable to suppress the feelings that have been slowly unfurling between you.

“I should go,” he murmurs.

Despite your nod of agreement, you lean closer, pressing your lips against his. There’s that delightful hum at the back of his throat again and a thrill runs through you at the thought of being the one to cause it.

It gives you the courage to rest your forehead against his and breathe out a single word.

“Stay.”

He cradles the back of your head with one of his palms, tilting it up towards the ornate ceiling so that he can begin to trace his kisses along your jawline.

Pressing his forehead against your cheek, he groans lowly in frustration, warring with himself as he drags his teeth over your earlobe.

“It might be important,” he whispers weakly.

“It probably is,” you concede.

He breathes out a laugh.

With one final kiss to your lips he withdraws himself from your hold, his hands lingering as he slides them reluctantly from your body.

“I’ll deal with this quickly.”

He strides over to the door, which rattles with the force he uses to open it.

Watching Aleksander’s back, you see him straighten slightly, then hear him issuing swift orders. The door closes and he turns back to face you.

“What is it?” you ask, noticing the shift in him.

“A soldier has arrived from Chernast. He claims to have found the stag.”

Eyes widening, you nudge yourself down back onto your feet. Aleksander’s gaze doesn’t go unnoticed by you, as it sweeps over your face, lingering on your lips before it roams down your body as you adjust your kefta.

Then he looks down at the floor, sighing as he cards a hand through his hair, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Do you want me to leave?”

He looks up sharply and the breath stutters in your lungs as his dark eyes fix on your own. Then the corner of his mouth twitches with the hint of a smirk.

“Quite the contrary.”

When you look away with a flustered expression colouring your features he chuckles softly. He moves towards you in a few smooth strides and hooks a finger under your chin.

“But I want you to be safe,” he murmurs.

A frown creases at your brows.

“There have already been many who have lied to me in an attempt to see you. Religious fanatics. Potential assassins.”

Blood running cold at his admission, you stare up at him as his expression softens into something more reassuring. He presses a kiss to your cheek.

“I will not let anyone harm you.”

Nodding faintly, you step back and Aleksander straightens. He mirrors your nod, brows furrowing together as if he’s chastising himself for frightening you, tarnishing what had been such a beautiful moment between you.

Stepping forward, you press a kiss to his cheek, the scratch of his facial hair dragging over your lower lip.

“I’ll be waiting,” you say softly.

His frown softens, confusion touching his features as you move towards the doors which lead into his bedroom.

When you turn around to the close the doors behind you, a delightful shiver runs down your spine as his eyes lock on yours. His lips are parted, twitching lightly at the corner as a bright, burning hunger fills his gaze.

A soft smile traces over your lips as you close the door, soaking in his attention until the very last moment, relishing in the heat it gives you.

[jules-writes-stories]

Mithras x Sylvan

Court of Nightmares OC x Vanserra brother (from Just Enough Light...)

Just a little drabble of these OCs for @unanswered-stars because I love her so much

The Hewn City, Court of Nightmares

...Mithras did not know why, but he needed this pampered prince to understand. And he certainly was not going to shelter him, or soften the truth.

Jade eyes met russet. “There is no sky here. No horizon line to guide us, or constellations to lead our way. And no dawns to offer hope. Every single day, we wake to the same darkness. Do you know what that’s like?" 

Sylvan watched the Night Court male with eyes so warm, so full of empathy, Mithras wanted to rail against him. Stop making me want you. He longed to shout it through the corridors, have it echo through the catacombs and caverns.

“I was Under the Mountain for five decades.” Sylvan rushed to add, “And it’s nothing compared to a lifetime. Nothing like being a youngling here, growing up in this. But I do remember the feeling.” The red haired Fae reached up, and ran a finger along Mithras’s face, smoothing the lines between his pale eyebrows. “How it pressed down on my magic. Every day felt like waking in a tomb.” The prince pulled his hand back, and Mithras felt its loss.

He continued, "I'm sorry, darkling. We are not the same, but I can relate, feeling so very powerless when younger." The Autumn prince smirked. "For me, it was not the darkness." A shadow passed his face. "Just a father's fists and fury." He laughed, but the sound held no joy.

Sylvan arched an auburn brow. “But you are out now.” He offered a slow, lazy smile, that seemed to unfold, just for Mithras. It was meant to melt away his defenses. “And you’ve become a pretty powerful male, one who could change things around here, for the better.” 

Russet eyes moved along the darkling’s lithe, leather clad body, taking in the breadth of Mithras’s shoulders, his toned chest and tapered waist, his long legs. He felt a coiling in his lower abdomen at the dominance, the very possession, of the Autumn male’s gaze. As if he had every right to look at his body, and should he desire, Sylvan Vanserra would reach out and touch. If he was honest, Mithras wanted him to. Imagined what it might be, to have strong hands spreading him out, stroking up his thighs, taking him into the warmth of that perfect mouth. 

Sylvan’s beautiful smile widened, nostrils flared. “I think you like being told you are powerful.” Mithras snapped out of it. He huffed and sucked his teeth in annoyance. The youngest Vanserra watched him, and considered. “Or, was it calling you pretty, that made you smell like sex?” 

Mithras opened his mouth to offer a retort, then shut it. Jade eyes wide, no words came. Sylvan’s laughter rumbled and he shook his head. He reached over to tuck a strand of moonbeam hair behind the spy’s pointed ear, before he walked away. The darkling was falling, and not sure where he would land... 

[crazyyluvr]

Masterlist

hi! i’m mar, and i’m just here to write about random stuff because motivation strikes me at the weirdest times. my writing’s decent… i think… anyway, here’s my masterlist!

will write:

gn, male, or female reader (not that experienced in male tho, but i want to practice)

fluff

angst

somewhat suggestive content

platonic stuff

romantic stuff

will not write:

nsfw

incest themes

major character death (unless it’s canon)

dark content (yandere type thing)

request status: open!

Fandoms

Marauders Era

sirius black .

The World Wants to Melt my Face Off I Swear- (If the summer heat was not going to back down, you’re just going to take matter into your own hands. And Sirius is all up for it.) — drabble.

remus lupin .

Dealing with the Problem = Breaking the Problem's Nose (You punched another student because he was annoying. Not because you were defending Remus Lupin. Totally not.) — oneshot.

james potter .

A Revelation in Potions (Not Through Amortentia, That's too Generic) (one potions class with you got james questioning his sexuality.) — oneshot.

I think James Likes Beaters! (James can’t get over his new crush when he has a Quidditch game against Ravenclaw — with you as their new Beater.) — oneshot.

regulus black .

coming soon…

Percyverse

luke castellan .

coming soon…

percy jackson .

coming soon…

jason grace .

How to Anger a Demigod as a Horse 101 (one of jason's skills that he's proud of is to be able to calm you down when others try and fail to do so.) — short oneshot.

Overworked, Underappreciated (by the gods) (your urge to prove yourself can cause you to overwork yourself, so jason tries to stop you for doing so — and of course, comforting you during the possible breakdowns that could happen along the way.) — oneshot.

Stop Being Nice to Me, I'm Supposed to be Mad at You (in which Jason gets in an argument with you before a Capture the Flag game and you end up avoiding each other... until you get injured, and Jason couldn't let the previous argument stop him from checking up on you.) — short oneshot.

leo valdez .

LEO APPRECIATION >:( (Leo sometimes (always) wonders what he did to deserve you and whether he still deserved you.) — short oneshot.

Grishaverse

mal oretsev .

coming soon...

aleksander morozova / the darkling / general kirigan .

coming soon...

kaz brekker .

I am the QUEEN of Hearts, Don't Tell Me Otherwise (Having a blind Heartrender has its perks. For Kaz Brekker, having a blind Heartrender that can hear his heartbeat change around her has its disadvantages.) — oneshot.

jesper fahey .

coming soon...

inej ghafa .

coming soon...

nina zenik .

coming soon...

Unorganized

Fluff

e!1610 miles morales x reader (basketball player!miles who dedicates his points to you all the time.) — headcanons.

[unanswered-stars]

The Ending of Darkness

Mithras x Sylvan

This little drabble is brought to you courtesy of the lovely @jules-writes-stories and her wonderful OCs from Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows that I have simply fallen in love with.

Read here on ao3 or below the cut

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The plink, plink, plink, of water on stone rang loudly through the dark cavern. Stale air heavy with the stench of rot and fear coated the very walls. The smallest twinkle of jade peered from the shadows, the only spot of brightness in the small space.

Ragged breath passed through pale pink lips, the sound of hurt, loneliness, and desperation, a whisper in a windless world.

Memories danced between the spaces of nothing and darkness in the depths of the mountain.

Flashes of Auburn hair wrapped around long pale fingers. The faint scent of wood smoke, cinnamon, and pears tickled his nose. Warm arms wrapped tightly against his chest, drawing him closer to the peaceful sleeping fae beside him. Russet eyes swimming in so much love and affection he could have drowned in it.

The taste of salt on a tongue darting out to wet parched lips. A grime-covered hand swept away another tear before it joined the first, pressing against those jade eyes until stars danced behind closed lids.

The only feeling beyond his own skin was the stones of the floor below. No longer did a smile radiating joy and love warm the depths of his soul, instead the cold stones leached away any warmth and stole it away to places unknown till he was nothing more than a shivering mass of limbs.

A soft smile curving those perfect pink lips. Strong hands grasped in his own, guiding him through the Autumn woods. Gentle fingers against his jaw pushing their kiss deeper. A gentle melody floated on the winds as the prince hummed an ancient lullaby against his pointed ear long after he thought the darkling was sleeping.

Lithe fingers tangled in pale blonde hair, tearing from the root as though he could rip the memories away with his bare hands.

There was no returning from what he had done. No apology he could utter. No depth to which he could grovel would be a sufficient covering for his sins.

Should he ever be blessed by the presence of those beloved russet eyes they would hold nothing but hatred and sadness for what he had broken.

For he had broken a precious thing. A sacred thing. The only good thing that had ever happened to him in the entirety of his long life and he had broken it.

He did as he had always done. He lied.

“I do not love you. I could never love you.”

He had broken the only pure and lovely thing that willing wandered into his darkness and accepted him for what it was. Something he was undeserving and unworthy of in every way and yet he had been given it all and more only to turn and run away from the only one who had ever truly loved him.

So there he sat, alone, in the dark, broken for centuries untold. Until his body became one with the mountain once more and his soul was swept away beyond the edges of the world.

There was no moment of silence or great pause, life kept on, unchanging, as the soul raced the stars across the night sky.

But somewhere, deep in the forest of Autumn, a gentle voice filled with pain, sadness, and longing sang a lullaby long forgotten.

The winds of the world swept up the quiet song, flying alongside the soul between the stars as the rays of the sun made their way into the sky. And at last, Mithras could rest.

Characters by @jules-writes-stories

Drabble, moodboard, and all quotes within moodboard are from yours truly

[farrahda5hywrites]

Sin Nombre

Pairing: Aleksander Morozov(a) x Implied!Moon Summoner!Reader

Summary: Your life as a vagabond changes rapidly as you encounter a strong force.

Warning: None, I can think of. Can be read as a standalone drabble

Hey, so this ficlet was originally a little gift to @marvelmusing until I decided like a dingus to write a little sequel. Heads up, everything I know about Shadow and Bone is from Marvelmusing's writing and the vibes I picked up along the way. (Ben Barnes' depiction of the Darkling was very in line with one of my original characters from 2019, so I fell into this rabbit hole the gifs, my homie.)

Anyway, please enjoy this little drabble

When your kind fled, you couldn’t find fault in them. No one was left to be a voice for your people, and your people would most likely be the first to be captured and executed. So much had happened that you couldn’t tell what was rumor and what was truth. But still, you refused let fear keep you from finding a way to survive.

The guilt, however, swelled in your lungs as if you were being held underwater. You were cursed and blessed at the same time: Grisha blood, but couldn’t summon. Deep knowledge of powers, but could never manifest your own. Potential, but no outlet. You could be a great help to your people if only had something more to offer: a safe haven, food, or a warm cloak. You were a vagabond, a situation that left you cold but protected you at times.

What you could give was advice. Travel at night or at early dawn. Keep the little ones and your elderly in front of you so they don’t fall behind. When you get your powers, don’t use your powers unless absolutely necessary. Always keep your head up.

The advice wasn’t much, but it was what your mother and grandmother told you when you were young.

You got nervous when a family approached you, but something inside you immediately told you that they were Grisha. The Mother was the one who stepped forward and asked a question concerning travel.

You looked up at the sky. “It’s going to rain soon.” You said, smelling the scent in the air and examining the clouds. “Probably won’t be too bad. I’d keep going if I were you.”

With a small thank you in the form of a piece of bread, the family was off with the little ones walking quickly in front of their parents.

A few days later in the next town, a young couple approached you at night. Both of them looked ragged, and that nervousness filled you again. If the wrong people knew found you, you’d be dead. You knew down in your spirit they meant know harm, but you weren’t sure how much you could afford to risk your own safety for rest of your people.

After a brief stare down with the couple, the young man spoke to you. “We keep running into trouble, and we got separated from our group…we don’t know how to travel at night.”

You didn’t question him further on what exactly he meant. Instead, you pointed up to moon in the sky.

“If the moon is high, play it low. If it’s a Harvest, go slow. But if it’s full, then go. Everything in between will guide you. If you can’t see the moon in the sky, then you best stay put.”

The moon itself was full moon, and the couple spared a coin and quickly departed in the other direction.

The last of the winter wind was determined to toss you around like a leftover dry branch. You survived on the gifts from the various people you’ve helped and the advice you have given. Unfortunately, you never learned what do in the midst of powerful storm. The moon quickly disappeared while you were walking in the early morning way before dawn, and an impossible storm was chasing you down ready to overtake you to go about its destruction.

You make the mistake of looking down at your feet, and your body is thrown against a tree by the strong wind. The pain in your body rivaled a knife’s blade to the chest, hindering you from calling out for help from the Saints. The darkness overtook the area so quickly you almost couldn’t tell if your eyes were closed.

“What is your name?” The voice sounded so soft, yet deep that you swore you were hallucinating.

“I have no name.” It took you a moment to reply, but in the moment, you knew you were going to die.

With what ever strength you had in you, you were going to attempt to fight. You refused to be used an example to incite fear in your people.

“I heard that you’ve been helping Grisha, little one. Can you tell me when the storm will pass?”

Before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out. “This is not an ordinary storm. It will be short, but its effect will last for decades. No one will out run it.”

“I will find you again when I need you.”

Your vision returned as if the darkness and the wind hadn’t overtaken you. You stood in an empty field, moon shining directly on you. You looked around for any trace of what just occurred, but you found nothing.

You had a few hours until dawn, so you made your way back to your destination. The wind pushed by, causing you to put your hands inside your cloak. You felt a piece of loose cloth, and you pulled it out briefly and paused to take a look at it. The cloth was embroidered with a moon in eclipse: at least that was what you assumed it was. You swore you recognized the emblem, but you tucked it away and went about your journey.

It wasn’t until dawn that you realized you didn’t just meet an ordinary grisha, but one of the most important.

[sophierequests]

holiday event masterlist

Navigation

“Had she really thought the world didn't change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent.”

I know it's like *checks watch* three days after Christmas, but I still wanted to do a little something in honour of the holidays. Especially since all my prior fics haven't been even close to festive at all. These are all just drabbles, so none of these are similar to my usual fics. I just wanted to write a little something for everyone.

I hope you can forgive me for my utterly atrocious timing, and still enjoy this collection of festive drabbles. I love and appreciate all of you so much, loves <333

six of crows

hot chocolate with kaz brekker

under the mistletoe with jesper fahey

festive braids with inej ghafa

christmas baking with nina zenik

first snowfall with matthias helvar

family tradition with wylan van eck

shadow and bone

first christmas with alina starkov

gratefulness with malyen oretsev

necklace with the darkling

cold feet with nikolai lantsov

gift-giving with zoya nazyalensky

tree decorating with genya safin

the ring with david kostyk

snowball fight with tolya yul-bataar

ice skating with tamar kir-bataar

ugly sweaters with harshaw

[hiraeth-witch-11]

Masterlist

Billy Russo x Reader

Bond to Happen Series List

Into the Unknown Series List

Billy Russo's Pet Series List

Possession, Part 2

Oneshots/Drabbles/Etc. Master List

The Darkling x Reader

The Greed of Men Series List

Single Glimpse of Relief One Shot

TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Magnolia Jasmine Series List

[fueledbysano]

☥ 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐘𝐍'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 is now open

I am pleased to announce to you a momentous occasion, we have reached the milestone of 5k followers.

For this celebration, you, my darklings, shall be granted the divine gift of making a request to me, your mistress, to indulge in the most decadent and wicked of pleasures.

To celebrate this dark and glorious achievement, I have arranged two of the most macabre and sublime events, a celebration of darkness and all things that lurk beneath the surface.

𓆩 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𓆪 — rise to my haunted mansion with your favorite characters in tokrev, jjk, or bllk, then I will surprise you with a thirst/drabble from the prompts under the treat. you may come in costume too! (3/8)

ask example: trick or treat! vampire!choso is craving for candies | trick or treat! rockstar!izana demands for chocolates | or simply just your character, trick or treat! mikey is begging for candies

— chocolates (nsfw) ♱

edging

virgin

face sitting

caught

masturbating

piercings

sharing/threesome

under the table

first time raw

— candies (fluff) ♱

meet cute

courtship

sneaking

first kiss

forced proximity

pining

domestic

— mixed nuts (angst) ♱

unrequited love

breakup

sacrifice

forgotten

reminiscence

guilt

cursed

𓆩 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𓆪 — pick an item to open that has been long stored away, a.k.a my unreleased works (1/3)

˗ˏˋ the vault: roommate!taiju shiba (smut)

˗ˏˋ the chest: best man!manjiro sano

˗ˏˋ the trunk: takuma ino

˗ˏˋ the jewelry box: exhhusband!gojo (smut)

˗ˏˋ the musicbox: drinking game night blue lock edition

Make your request and I, your mistress, shall bestow upon you a dark and heavenly boon that shall forever haunt your nightmares and haunt your dreams alike.