#zoya you're one lucky woman

[winterswake]

PATRICK GIBSON as the King of Scars Nikolai Lantsov

[e-hibiscus]

sfw and nsfw hc for the dog-coded PTN women?

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Pairing: Rahu x fem!reader, Zoya x fem!reader, Cinnabar x fem!reader, Ninety-Nine x fem!reader

C.W: NSFW, Collars, muzzles, leashes, pet play(? kinda), more like talking about dog-coded women but cw none the less🫡

Author’s Note:  Woof woof 🐶poupy poupy! Your ask was really vague so i didn't know what you wanted so i just went with whatever was in my mind. (Not proof read)

Minors DNI! | NSFW! under the cut

Rahu

Rahu would reluctantly, but still, let you put all these things on her. She’s tall. She’s scary. She’s intimidating! Like an obedient guard dog she’d keep it on and follow orders. Her self restraint can only last so long, but seeing her teary eyed and desperate makes it worth it.

Rahu get so sad when you don’t let her do anything but watch as you go about and do things. Poor woman wants to help you, but you remind her to stay put and not move or even hold you 😨 she just has to sit there while you grind on her thigh or ride her cock.

Rahu gets all whiney and desperate, hands clawing at the sheets beside her while she begs and begs for you to at least let her hold you. But that’s a reward only after she makes you cum a few times. 

When she’s finally allowed to properly fuck you, Rhau will have been all pent up. Her hands dig into your hips with a bruising grip. Hips rutting into you like no tomorrow, all while muttering “i love you”, “thank you”, and  “how good you make her feel” right by your ear.

The best Rahu can do is leave her mark by painting your insides white 😔 she can’t leave bite marks; only leaving imprints of the muzzle on your back, but this way you get to hear every sound Rahu would usually snuff out when sinking her teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder. It’s okay though, you let her double her effort and let her mark you up this way.

Rahu can be dangerous, but she’s an obedient pup who listens to your orders. Advised for her to have a collar, muzzle, and lead 😔 so you can bully her frfr

Zoya

Zoya is big and strong. The scary dog gf privileges are on full display with this absolute hulk of a woman. She’s on top and in-charge. Good luck getting anything more than a muzzle or collar on this woman. If you're lucky, maybe Zoya will let you do both, but a leash is a no no because she wants to be free to do as she pleases.

Zoya places you on her lap, hands holding your waist in place as you squirm in her arms. Through the cage of the muzzle you see her smirking, amused by the small tug on her jacket. She’s entertained you enough hadn’t she? Putting on this stupid thing made her initially annoyed, but Zoya will make it work– even with it on.

With Zoya, she’s the one who lets you do this, not the other way around. If you get a little too cocky, or go too slow for her liking, Zoya will note it down and make you pay double as a reminder on who’s the one who wears the pants in the relationship.

Zoya gets a little frisky, maybe goes a little wild in pace as well, but she wouldn’t do anything that would intentionally hurt you (non-consensually). 

At most, Zoya will fuck you into oblivion, taking you until your on the brink of passing out. Her hips move in hard languid strokes so her thick cock can hit all your sweet spots with as much strength she can muster.

You put a muzzle on Zoya to help “tame” her, so she’ll show you just how feral she can get in bed. You’re not going to be able to walk for the next few days, and what’s worse is the fact Zoya took the muzzle off anyway 😔 just so she can “properly” mark you up

Cinnabar

Cinnabar, Cinnabar, Cinnabar… The poster lady of golden retriever girlfriends who could honestly do no wrong. She’s a walking green flag and does not need any restraints whatsoever. No muzzle, collar, or leash required because Cinnabar can be your fluffy puppy or your guard dog on the dime; it's all down to the given situation!

Cinnabar is always eager to please. Her top and main priority is you, after all. If you’re feeling good, then so is she 🥺 Just make sure to complement and sing your praises. Cinna would absolutely melt from your sweet words.

Call her nicknames and she’ll go beet red. It's only because its you saying these sweet words, Cinna might just explode! Carefully guide her hands away from her face and you’ll see the absolutely adorable sight of your girlfriend flustered.

Cinnapup (nick-name curated from the lovely @/sinful-lanturns’s blog) can top or bottom for you. She prefers to be a service top above all else but Cinnabar can switch between the two, just for you. 

Cinnabar as a top is careful with her ministrations. She is gentle, not wanting to hurt you in the slightest because she loves you so much. Her fingers are a little clumsy when they explore the wet cavern of your pussy. Her careful, cautious nature has Cinnabar unintentionally edging you 😰so you have to tell her to properly fuck you, but even then she goes too slow.

Ninety-Nine

Ninety-Nine is big, strong , and scary 😨 this woman is the most feral out of them. You’re gonna need everything to keep safe, and you definitely gonna get dragged or carried around by her. Ninety-Nine will be willing to wear a muzzle, collar, and lead, but you have to talk her through it. Bby trusts you not to do anything bad to her or Hella 🥺

She unironically growls. When it’s not anything serious it’s actually pretty cute 😔 Ninety-Nine often looks at you for guidance or orders, staying around because she likes your company (and you give her snacks).

My take is Ninety-Nine is like a Rottweiler? Big scary dog, but is not so secretly a great pup over all. That being said, with those Ninety-Nine considers “family” she will protect like her life depends on it. She’s using her entire body to shield you and will have no hesitation for snapping at anyone who tries to do anything to you.

Feral Ninety-Nine is a menace because even with a muzzle and collar it’s impossible to restrain her so she does what her instincts tell her. If that means shoving your head into the sheets and relentlessly rut her hips into you, then so be it 😔 her claw like hands dig into your skin; leaving little beads of blood in their wake. Your cries and whines partially register, and she lessens her grip on your sides

Ninety-Nine will go for as long as she wants. There’s just no way you’ll get out of her grip once she starts going to town on you. She’s an insatiable beast 😨 so good luck getting out of bed in the morning tomorrow cause you’re in for a long and difficult ride

[scarasun]

to love (and be loved).

fandom ; path to nowhere

pairing ; zoya x fem!reader

content ; fluff, flirting, zoya is down bad for reader, stuff gets a bit spicy at the end 👀

summary ; zoya doesn’t normally oversleep, but with the soft sunlight shining into your shared bedroom and the easy breeze circulating in your shared bedroom, how could she not spare a few minutes to cuddle with her beloved?

a/n ; ahh i finally posted my first work for zoya my wife 😭 i was short on ideas when i wrote this but please still enjoy! also please feel free to send in requests for my dear lady because i want to keep writing for her!

It wasn’t every day that Zoya got the chance to spend time with you. Usually, the both of you would go your separate ways at the start of each day, and when you returned home, you were just too tired to take anything further. Zoya didn’t mind at first (you were a busy woman), but she found herself growing more and more desperate for your affection. As it turned out, even the Legion Commander was needy sometimes. 

Eyes still sticky with sleep, Zoya rolled over, the bed creaking below her weight. You were lying on the other side of the bed, so close that if she were to stretch out her hand, she would be able to touch you. Your eyes were still blissfully shut even though the sun had risen a while ago, and under the soft morning light, you looked like an angel. Your lips were slightly parted, and she fought the urge to press a kiss to your mouth, fearing that she would wake you from your much needed slumber.

It was something she both shunned and admired about you: as the Chief of MBCC, you always seemed to work yourself to the bone, sacrificing your own basic needs to keep the organization running. She herself wasn’t one for self-preservation, but she knew lately you had been pushing your limits to the extent where she needed to step in. It didn’t take much to convince Nightingale to relieve you of your work for the day, and Zoya herself had cleared her own schedule to spend time with you.

What a hassle you are… she thought lovingly, her gaze filled with warmth towards you.

Almost as if you sensed her gaze, you began to stir. Your eyes fluttered open, squinting in the sudden light, until you met Zoya's stare.

Eyes usually sharp and glaring were now soft and serene, and for a moment, she wasn’t the Legion Commander hiding a bruised heart – she was simply your Zoya.

“Hello, there,” you said, voice still hoarse with sleep. You turned to face her fully, reaching out to caress her cheek softly with the back of your hand as she mumbled a response.

She shut her eyes, the sensation of your skin against yours making her heart tremble. Zoya wanted more – needed more – but her intensity was quickly quelled when your fingers traveled to her temples, running along her silver hair. She sighed in contentment, enjoying the simple sounds of the morning, until she heard you giggle under your breath.

Her eyes snapped open. “Why are you laughing?” Her voice came out more defensive than she expected, but you didn’t take it to heart. Your smile widened, and you leaned towards her, your weight supported by your elbows.

“You like it when I do this, hm?” You continued to play with her hair, brushing the stray locks from her eyes. She frowned up at you, but her eyes glinted playfully behind her bangs.

The next thing you knew, she had curled her fingers around your wrist, your own fingers still tangled in her hair. You released a small yelp as she pulled you down, your face landing flat onto her chest. Zoya laughed, reaching up to stroke the back of your head while the other snaked around your waist.

“Where did your confidence go all of a sudden?” You buried your face into her neck, heat rushing to your face.

“It’s not fair!” you protested. She flipped you over suddenly, making you yelp again. "You're lucky I fancy you. Even now I'm holding back quite a bit of my power…"

You pouted, your wrists trapped in her hands. You knew your lover was just messing with you; she was much stronger than you were, and yet her grasp on you was so gentle. That didn't mean horseplaying with her was easy though. Luckily, you knew of a way to make her slow her advances and melt like putty in your hands. 

You sighed, allowing your eyes to skim her body as you smiled faintly. "I love you too, Zoya."

You saw the moment her eyes softened again, and the cold metal of her gaze turned to a gentle ocean blue. Now it was her turn to pout. "So that's your secret weapon?" She released your wrists and bent down to kiss you, partially to hide the stir of emotions surfacing on her features.

Before you, the word ‘love’ was foreign to her; she only knew to fight back against the world that so desperately desired her downfall, teeth bared and fists clenched. But under your touch, her words and her deeds softened; never in her life did she think it was possible to bear her heart to someone without facing judgment. Sometimes it wasn’t easy to put into words, but Zoya knew she loved you. She would go to war for you – die for you, even – if it was the last thing she would do.

Her mouth moved to hover over the column of your throat, kissing the area where she felt your pulse beating steadily – before pulling away from you, much to your disappointment. She pulled you on top of her so that you were straddling her waist, and even though you were looking down at her, you could feel that she was still the one in control.

“You said I wasn't playing fair?" Zoya said, her voice hoarse with need. Her hand trailed from your neck to your collarbone to your sternum where the collar of your nightgown hung low, and you fought the urge to shut your eyes and lean into her touch.

“Show me what you’re capable of.”

ps: is anyone willing to send me zoya's voicelines if they have her? i don't have her (i want her so bad though) but i kinda need her voicelines for research purposes 😭

[milo-my-beloved]

things we don't say

A continuation of the some other life 'verse.

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Chapter Two: The Crows

Jesper drums his fingers against his thigh.

He's not one to talk right now, but Inej doesn't look well. She moves slower than she used to, as if the weight of the world is drowning her. The break up must have hit her harder than he thought.

She is really not going to like his plan to rescue Wylan.

"Have you ever heard of Jan Van Eck?" he asks.

Inej shakes her head, zipping up her coat. "Should I know him?"

"He's a rich business owner who lives in one of those mansions in the Financial District. Unfortunately for us, he's also Wylan's dad."

She raises an eyebrow. "You want to break into a multi-millionaire's house? Jesper, his house will be crawling with security. We'll get caught."

"Have a little faith," he replies, but she's right. He drags a hand down his face. "We've got to try anyway. Wylan needs our help."

Inej's face softens at the mention of his fiance. There's a reason she always aces her religious studies and politics course; all Inej wants to do is to protect other people. She'll change the world someday, but today, he only needs her to change Wylan's.

"Where are we going?" she asks, half-jogging to keep up with Jesper.

He slows his pace. He forgets she has little legs. "My house. I've already convinced Nina and Matthias to help us out—"

"You're stealing my friends," she mutters.

"—And we bribed Wylan's tutor to pretend Wylan is with him for an hour, so Matthias is picking him up now."

He glances over at Inej, gauging her reaction. This is not the happy-go-lucky woman he spent time with last spring, and she's probably going to punch him when they turn the next corner.

He'll take it on the chin, though. Getting her to agree to the plan is the easy part. Getting her to stay is riskier.

Continue reading under the cut // Continue reading on AO3.

"How are we getting there?" she asks. "I have a 9am lecture tomorrow, so I don't want to be walking home at midnight because you..."

She trails off as they reach the front of the library, staring at the minivan with 'free candy' spray painted on the side. Folding her arms across her chest, she stops in her tracks and glares at Jesper.

"Seriously? Jes, I want to help you, but I can't..."

The break up may have happened months ago, but the pain in her eyes is fresh. He should have called her more often. He was so consumed with his own love life that he forgot to help his friends through theirs.

He expected anger, but Inej looks defeated. Neither of them would tell him what happened; Kaz shut him down with a sharp comment and his infamous glare, and Inej gave him a wishy-washy answer that didn't explain anything. But he can't say he's surprised. Kaz hates vulnerability more than anything else in the world, and Inej would never bad mouth anyone.

"I promise I'm not trying to set you up," Jesper says. "Kaz doesn't know you're here either. But you're both my friends, and I need all the help I can get."

She frowns, unconvinced. He doesn't blame her for being reluctant. No break up with Kaz Brekker would be pleasant.

"Please," he repeats. "We're on a deadline, so you'll only have to see him a few times. I need you, Inej. We do."

She sighs, shoving her hands in her coat pockets. She looks even smaller than usual in the near-darkness of the evening light.

"Fine. But he won't be happy about this either."

"When are either of you happy about the things I do?" he says, smiling. Then, quieter, "Thank you, 'Nej."

"I would say 'any time', but if you try this again, I'll get Zoya to kill you."

Jesper crosses his heart. "I promise to never make you free my kidnapped fiance with your ex-boyfriend ever again."

There's no humour in her laugh. "Let's get this over with, then."

They approach Kaz's van, and Jesper opens the passenger door and sticks his head through. "I brought an extra person," he says, forcing nonchalance into his voice. "Is there room in the back, or is that crate still there?"

"I dropped it off. Who?"

"Don't be mad at me..."

Kaz pinches the bridge of his nose with a gloved hand. "Really?"

Jesper shrugs. "We need all the help we can get. Please don't kill me."

"Fine." He glares at him, pointing at the back of the van. "But both of you sit in the back, or I might consider driving us off a bridge out of spite."

"Thank you!" Jesper slams the door shut and hurries to the back.

"He's alright with me coming?" asks Inej.

He chuckles nervously. "Yep. Totally."

Her eyebrows shoot into her hairline. "You're a terrible liar, Jes."

"I know."

He slides the door open, gesturing for her to climb in first because he's a gentleman, goddamnit. She hesitates briefly before straightening her posture and clambering in.

Jesper shuts the door behind him and pretends not to notice the tension in the air. On any other day, he'd be pestering the two of them to tell him what happened, but right now, all he can focus on is Wylan.

His stomach is rolling, and he can't tell whether it's because he hasn't eaten since breakfast, or because he hasn't seen his fiance in over a month.

Drunk Jesper may have been the one to propose, but it was Sober Jesper who spent hours comparing every (affordable) ring in the jewellers. It was Sober Jesper who trusted Kaz to keep the ring safe until the time was right. Maybe this is a whirlwind romance and they'll be divorced in a year, but even then, Wy doesn't deserve to live with his father's cruelty any more.

Kaz glances at Inej in the rearview mirror. "Where am I going?"

"My place," Jesper says. "I'll direct you."

Inej shrinks down in her seat, and they're off. They could have walked to his house, but he doesn't want to waste any of the precious hour he gets to spend with Wylan on something as boring as walking.

They pull up outside in a matter of minutes. Jesper leaps out of the van before Kaz can put the handbrake on.

He can see Wylan through the window of the living room. Nina and Matthias are pressed together on the red loveseat, but Wylan is alone on the armchair, his back to the driveway.

Jesper bursts through the front door, hoping Kaz and Inej don't kill each other while they're alone. He throws himself through the door to the living room, and stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees Wylan.

Even with his tangled hair and red-rimmed eyes, he's exactly how Jesper remembered him.

"Jes," he says, slowly rising to his feet.

Jesper crosses the last few feet of distance, barrelling into him and hugging him tightly.

"I missed you too," Wylan says. Jesper can feel his smile against his chest.

"Of course you did." He swallows back the tears clogging up his throat. He's Jesper Fahey, he's not about to cry in front of all his friends. "I'm fabulous."

Wylan laughs. It's a relieved, choked sound, but it's music to Jesper's ears.

"You didn't take your boots off," Matthias grumbles, but he doesn't stand up to do anything about it. There's a loud thud as Nina smacks him. "What? They're tracking mud in."

Jesper reluctantly breaks away from Wylan, but clings onto his hand just as tight as his hug. They don't have long, but if this all goes to plan, they'll be spending the rest of their lives together.

He plonks himself down on the armchair, tugging Wylan into his lap.

Inej and Kaz walk into the room together, refusing to meet each other's eyes. Nina's eyes darken; she must know too. Matthias and Wylan, however, are clueless.

"How are you two! I haven't seen you in ages!" Wylan says, beaming.

Inej and Kaz both realise they're going to have to share a couch at the same time, and they lower themselves onto opposite ends of the leather, leaving as much room between them as possible.

"I'm alright," says Inej, unconvincing. It's a bold-faced lie, but neither Matthias or Wylan seems to notice. Nina, on the other hand, looks ready to throttle Kaz. "Are you doing well, all things considered?"

Wylan shrugs. "I think Jesper is insane, but that's nothing new."

"Hey!"

"If it works, I'll feel much better, thank you."

"What is your plan, exactly?" Kaz asks.

Jesper rubs his forehead. "Well... I only really had the beginnings of one—"

"Seriously?"

Matthias shakes his head. "You're all doomed."

"What do you have so far, then?" asks Inej. Her tone is encouraging, but Jesper can tell she's nearing the end of her tether.

"I talked to the university, and they said that if Wylan wants to re-enrol, he has to do it by Monday."

"That's a deadline, not a plan," Kaz says.

Jesper huffs. "I'm getting there. Wylan tells me that Jan Van Eck happens to be hosting a party at his mansion on Friday. All we have to do is sneak Wylan out of the house, elope, and move him in with us before dear old daddy notices."

"Oh, is that it?" Nina says, faking a yawn. "Sounds like a piece of cake."

Kaz steeples his gloved fingers under his chin. "What kind of party?"

Jesper looks at Inej, raising an eyebrow as if to say, see, this is why I invited him.

"All his rich friends," Wylan says. "They make business deals and parade their wealth around for a few hours, and everyone goes home happy."

"Sounds insufferable," Nina says.

"How many guests?" asks Kaz.

Wylan shrugs. "Fifty? It's not a dinner party, because they take up the entire mansion, but it's not an open invitation either."

"Entertainment, then?"

"A band, sometimes. And usually some performers doing a scene from the Komedie Brute."

Kaz stares out of the window above Jesper and Wylan's head, his eyes unfocused.

"Scheming face," Jesper whispers.

"Definitely," Wylan replies.

Even Inej is smiling.

"We split up," Kaz says, after a while. "Half of us can escort Wylan to the courthouse, and half of us make sure Van Eck doesn't realise his precious son is missing."

"How do we do that?" Matthias asks. "None of us can pretend to be Wylan, and Van Eck will notice if five uninvited teenagers show up to his party."

"That's why we go in as the entertainment." Kaz looks around the room, assessing all of them. "Does anyone have any special skills that could pass as a performance?"

"Bowling?" Jesper offers.

"Matthias can speak to fish?" Nina says.

"I can play the flute?" Wylan suggests.

"No to all of those. How are you supposed to be the distraction for your own escape?"

Wylan flushes red and buries his face in Jesper's shoulder. "I don't know," he says, his voice muffled.

"Acrobatics," Inej says, her voice barely audible.

For a moment, Jesper thinks Kaz is going to ignore her. He acknowledges the new information with a slight tilt of his head. "Nina?"

"Other than baking and flirting?"

"Flirting isn't a skill," Matthias grumbles.

She winks at him. "It worked on you, didn't it?"

Kaz shakes his head. "Then Jesper, Nina, Matthias, you're rescuing Wylan. Inej and I can keep Van Eck distracted."

Inej stiffens, but she doesn't protest.

"I'm just glad I'm not in the middle of those two," Jesper whispers into Wylan's ear.

They're running out of time. Soon, Wylan will have to leave again. His tutor will pass a message along to him on Thursday, but if everything goes wrong, this could be the last time Jesper sees him.

How had he come to rely on another person so quickly? His entire life, Jesper has caused his own problems, and so far, he's solved them all without much help.

But, since the moment his drunken fist accidentally connected with Wylan's face, he's been dragged into his fiance's orbit, and he never wants to leave.

Kaz pushes himself to his feet with his cane. "I'll have to call in a few favours. Wylan, I'll need you to draw a map of the house. I'll get in touch with the rest of you when I need you."

He makes it all the way into the hallway before stopping.

"Inej, do you need a lift back to campus?" he asks, his back turned to her.

All eyes are on her as she considers it. Eventually, she says, "If you don't mind."

Jesper waggles his eyebrows at Nina. He wasn't lying when he said that this isn't a matchmaking scheme, but he's still going to take all the credit if it ends up fixing their relationship anyway.

Nina mimes stabbing him and Inej smiles, but shakes her head. Rising gracefully to her feet, she waves goodbye to them and follows Kaz to his van.

No one speaks until they've driven off.

"Christ, that was awkward," Nina exhales.

"Was it?" asks Wylan, frowning.

"They broke up," Jesper explains. "Fuck knows why. Neither of them will say."

"I'm going to hoover," Matthias declares. "Unlike you, I want my deposit back."

Nina follows him into the kitchen, muttering something about waffles.

"We've still got fifteen minutes," Wylan says, looking up at Jesper.

The streetlight outside glows yellow through the window, bracketing his ginger curls in an artificial halo.

"There's a lot of things we can do in fifteen minutes," Jesper says, grinning. They may not have much time, but you'd better believe he's going to make the most of it.

[justice4harwin]

Light's Corruption- Chapter IV

Pairing: The DarklingxAlina

Summary:With few friends at the Little Palace, Alina must work to win the favour of her fellow grisha and their commander, who makes her feel light headed every time she sees him.

After training in Os Alta for two years, the king grows tired of waiting and demands the Sun Summoner joins a western post near the Fjerdan border along with the rest of The Second Army to test her abilities.

Something happens. Suddenly, Alina wants blood to run down the rivers and those who stand in her and The Darkling’s way will be blinded by her light and swallowed by his shadows.

It won’t be pretty

Rating: 18+

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Chapter 4: golden butterfly, black rose

Alina woke up with a new purpose: to observe and listen.

She hastily threw the blankets and sheets off of her and put on her kefta as she realized she might be late for breakfast.

Running down the stairs, hair a mess, the Sun Summoner smiled and greeted everyone on her path.

Some replied. Others just stared oddly.

She entered the hall to find that, as usual, Marie and Nadia had left a seat empty between them. Alina gingerly took it.

"Good morning!"

They gave her smiles as they reciprocated the greeting.

"You're in a good mood today." Nadia noticed, taking her spoon.

"I slept like a baby." she lied. She hadn't gotten that much sleep -Genya must've gotten even less- but she felt good that day.

Just the day before, she had been able to summon on her own for the first time, and she had to stay positive if she wanted to accomplish her new mission.

She engaged more in the chatter with the grisha women that day, venturing so far as to reply with questions of her own to get to know them better.

"I didn't know you had a brother, Nadia." she said, genuinely surprised as they made their way to Botkin's stables.

The woman nodded with a half-annoyed, half-endearing smile.

"He's grisha too. A few years younger, so he's still at school. His name's Adrik."

"Is he a Squaller too?" 

Nadia confirmed that he was, because of course, the little rat had to copy everything about his older sister.

Alina laughed at that.

"The little girl seems very happy for someone who's about to get into a fight?" were the words with which Botkin received her.

Alina fought back the need to recoil. The only time she had won so far had been against Zoya, …if one could consider that a win given what happened right after.

"Maybe I'll be lucky today." she beamed at him.

Botkin seemed almost surprised.

"Positivity is fine, little girl, but you need to focus during a fight. But first." he clapped his hands twice, immediately getting all the attention. "Run around the lake. Twice. The last one to get back here will help the stable hands for the rest of the day."

Alina really ran like never before that day.

Her side hurt, and she almost felt like she wasn't getting enough air; but after the first half, her legs didn't burn so much anymore, and she felt almost as good as she did when walking.

"Damn, Starkov." she turned her head to see that Michail, a heartrender with a hard-shaped face and kind, green eyes, was easily keeping up with her. "When did you get this fast?"

"Practice." she said, a little breathless but feeling nice with the cold air slapping against her face. "Besides, I really don't wanna end up in the stables."

He laughed at that.

"That makes two of us. I hate those animals."

Alina frowned. She just didn't wanna clean up their shit, but other than that, she could find nothing wrong with horses.

"Why?"

"Those long faces," he said, gesturing over his own. "they're scary."

"You're scared of horses?!" she asked, disbelieving. 

"Why don't you yell it a little louder?" he asked, looking around at the disperse group, but he was smirking. They weren't at the front, but they weren't slagging at the back either.

"Sorry." she leaned in. "I'll keep your secret if you help me not to be the last."

"I don't think you need my help," he laughed. "but sure."

She got knocked down on her ass by a short Inferni woman with dark blonde hair, but Alina laughed it off, hiding her embarrassment, and stretched out a hand. The Inferni rose an eyebrow and then helped her up.

"Thanks." she told her, dusting off the back of her kefta.

"For kicking your ass?"

"Hey, I think I did learn a thing or two." she winked. "Next time I'll be ready."

"Oh, so you want a rematch?" the woman asked, amused, as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

"If you're up for it." Alina shrugged.

"Deal." they shook hands. "But it'll have to wait until we're done with him." she said, nodding towards Botkin, who was busy making rounds, watching the others. "I'm Natasha, by the way."

"Alina."

"Oh, I know. Everyone knows." she smiled once more before retreating to a small group of Inferni that had reunited by a corner.

As she passed by the lake in her usual route to Baghra's hut, Alina got startled by the damage she had done to the perfectly green grass. Gardeners were still at work getting rid of the black mass she had left in her path, going so far as to dig into the earth. They saw her passing and glanced up, some frightened, others definitely not amused.

"I am so sorry." she whispered frantically, before hurrying her steps.

"Don't let the heat out!" was all the greeting she got from the ancient woman.

Alina closed the door and hurried to the chair that awaited her. She was smiling.

"I don't think that will be a problem." she said, proud of herself.

She scoffed. "So I have heard. Show me." she said, hitting her in the arm with her cane.

"Ouch!"

With a nasty frown, Alina placed her palms in front of the others and called the light that she had rejected for so long. So eager to answer, her power rushed through and out of her, and she was almost puzzled by its intensity. She focused on keeping the orb small.

"Uh. Well, it took you long enough."

"A 'Congratulations' would be nice."

She got hit again. Her light wavered and then solidified again.

"Congratulations? What? Do you want a parade thrown in your honour as well? For what? Doing what you were supposed to do your entire life? Shut up and expand the orb. Make it encompass the entire place."

With deep breaths, both to concentrate and control her anger, Alina steadily expanded her light, making it fill the hut.

"Bend it to its shape."

Carefully, she tried to do as she was told.

"You were right, about being held back." she uttered as she tried to shape her light to blend in with the walls.

"I know." the woman said, petulant. "Now call it back and repeat until there is no effort to it."

Alina tried, and tried again, but as eager as her power was to explode, her body was eager for a long, long nap. There had been so much repression, so much denial for so many years, that it was as if the light wanted to just explode out of her body and consume it all.

It scared her a little, but she focused.

The Darkling had told her she was magnificent, Alina remembered, and he had made it sound like she was capable of anything.

The way his grey eyes shone with such intensity, like he wanted to engulf her into his arms and have her all to his own, the way in which his hand felt against hers, or how just even being next to him made her want to lean into and over him like a lazy, overly clingy cat. 

She'd lay on top of him all day if she could.

Alina wondered what would've happened if Genya hadn't arrived at the moment she did. Would The Darkling had kissed her? What would his lips taste like? How would his beard feel against her skin? Just exactly how good was he with his tongue?

Alina blushed. The light flickered, as if excited at the mere idea of the man.

She had kissed a few people before, but him, there was something about him that told her that if he should kiss her only once, she'd spend the rest of her life running after the very same sensation and more.

"Dreaming about your dark prince again?"

She looked at Baghra.

"What?" looking around, she noticed that her light had expanded farther than the hut and she was glowing.

Alina snapped her hands, and everything was dark again. Her fingers tingled with power, her eyelids closed with exhaustion.

"I-I wasn't-" she blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the new environment.

"Stupid, stupid girl. You need to focus on your task."

"I'd concentrate better if I wasn't being hit every five min-OUCH!"

"Do not make excuses with me. You are lazy, easily distracted, you do not know what you are getting yourse-"

"You know, for someone who's supposed to be such a great teacher, I've still got to see some actual teaching." Alina snapped. "All you do is yell at me, hit me and belittle me; yet one conversation with The General I can finally summon." the brunette spat, each word more angrier than the previous one. "So don't try to blame me for your shortcomings."

Baghra was silent, nostrils flaring. When it looked like she might raise her cane and hit Alina right in the head with it, she opened her thin lips instead:

"Out." she uttered, almost inaudible. "Out! And do not come back!"

"Gladly!"

Alina stood up and marched for the door, her steps almost as loud as the insults the old woman was throwing after her.

"Stupid girl! Unconscious! Just another pawn of his! You never learn! Lazy! Stupid! Blind!"

 It was a good thing the old crone couldn't see the tears of frustration and shame in her eyes.

She was on her way back to the Little Palace, trying to decide if she should bathe or go to the library first.

Baghra’s words still rang in her head.

Maybe, if she was quick, really quick with her bath,...but then again, she was getting too used to such a luxury, that once in there it was quite difficult to leave unless the water turned cold.

But if she went to the library, she’d be there until the words blurred and her eyes burned.

On the other hand, there were other grisha in the library, and she couldn’t afford to walk in there smelling like-

"Alina?"

General Kirigan's smooth voice had her turning on her heels, hand still massaging the spot on her arm Baghra's cane had so harshly landed. She had managed to hold back the tears, but the woman's word still stung.

"Moi Soverennyi." She greeted but forgot to bow.

He looked at her arm.

"How was your lesson?"

"I spent months with her and nothing; five minutes with you and I can summon." She basically spat, still bitter at Baghra's harsh words. "I think that speaks for itself."

He smiled, almost.

"Give the old woman some credit. She is good at what she does."

"Terrorizing isn't teaching." she replied, and then, with her head high, added: "She didn't get me to summon."

"No." The Darkling agreed, taking a step towards her. All engulfed in his black cloak, he almost seemed to float. "You did it. It was all you." He said it with such reverence that her breath became shallow.

She didn't look away from his eyes. The storms swirling in there were magnetic. There was so much going on in there at the moment, yet it all sped up through those grey orbs so fast she couldn't make sense of it.

"Why don't you teach me?" The words slipped from her tongue before she could think better of it.

He rose an eyebrow, taking another predatory step towards her.

"I serve the King. I run an entire army. I do not have the time to train everyone personally, nor would I want anyone to think they are favoured above others." 

He was so close to her now, she had to crane her neck to look up.

"You once said there was no one else like us; who could be a better teacher?"

In truth, she also wanted to see him more often. Glimpses as he passed through the Little Palace or left Os Alta, and the occasional conversation weren't enough for her.

"You flatter me, Miss Starkov."

"I only state my opinion." she took a step, shortening the distance, like he was a magnet calling for her.

Mirth shone in his eyes. It made her smile. 

"I will be going away for a few weeks." At this, her smile fell, and his formed as he tilted her chin up with his gloved fingers.

Alina stared up into his eyes, dark with something.

"I'll miss you." She whispered, foolishly, without thought. 

"Will you?" He asked, almost perplexed for a moment.

She found herself nodding.

"I know we don't get much chance to talk, but I like talking to you." She confessed, a knot in her throat. "You understand all,...this." she flickered her fingers and a tiny orb of light formed above her hand.

His eyes followed suit, almost fascinated, like he still couldn't quite believe her power was real. And when he looked at her, it was like he couldn't believe she was real.

His hand rose and shadows swallowed her light. Alina watched them dance, entranced by his power, and noticed it taking shape.

"For you." The Darkling said, handing her a black rose, from the base of its steam to the very last petal. "To remember me by while I am gone."

Disbelieving, she reached out and gasped as she touched the shadow. There was a little bit of gold in there, her own power hidden within, shimmering weakly here and there.

"I don't have anything to give you." She said, lamenting.

He leaned down, his beard rough against her soft cheek.

"Trust me, Alina," he whispered, her name on his lips against her ear making her tremble. "I could not forget you if I tried."

There was the whisper of a kiss against her cheek that seemed to linger for the longest moment, …and then he was leaving, cloak flipping behind him as he left the sun Summoner holding onto a small piece of shadow and a piece of her heart gone with him.

Click here for chapter Five

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Rewatching GG 2.0

Now, to Halloween. It's time for episode 5.

I hate this scene omg also doing it with the door open is really dumb but in teen shows people have a very limited range of both vision and hearing

The voices in Monet's head lol

Luna, Monet and Audrey finally agreeing

I love seeing all the girls hanging out together

Again, love group scenes

Kinda hate how they isolated Max

Gossip Girl is Batman now

Kate Keller is supposed to be a morally grey character right? Because she's always oscillating between hating and loving Gossip Girl

"Unless this is about Julien..." "No I like Zoya" episode 6 says otherwise

I don't like Simon, just want to skip his scenes

3.0 speed time

If Audrey lived in Cornwall for years, when did she meet the rest of the group exactly?

Also I need more backstory

😾😾😾

"I like a challenge"

Audrey's facial expressions are always perfect lol

Bro Whitney Peak is so pretty

"Blood being thicker than Franzia, after all" the best Zoya line so far, all the reactions were perfect

"This can ruin his career" This should ruin his life

JC's golden eyeliner>>>

I hate how they can't do anything about Rafa because they would get punished too

God that woman was so fake

Kiki and Audrey's relationship is one of the best on the show, especially because neither of them are in the wrong in their fights. Kiki might be struggling but Audrey shouldn't have to be her own parent either. Also, even though it's harder to live with her mother, she chose her over her father. I just love them (even though I relate to Audrey and this slightly makes me dislike Kiki but whatever)

Kate Keller might also be kinda relatable, minus JC obsession and what not

You are GG and are okay with handing your phone to someone else? Like rookie mistake you're lucky

Is this city overview a scene from an old movie or show? The quality just completely dropped

Monet is so fake I love her

Why did one of them go as Cotillion and the other as wedding?

Did the OG have Halloween episodes? I can't recall any

Audrey spent the whole time pretending she didn't care but now she shows she's worried too

"Take off your clothes"

"I just assumed it would be behind a paywall" lmao

Zoya's "I'm Chuck Bass" will never not be perfect

Luna's realization that Monet betrayed them

Again, might be to protect his friend, but Aki does like scheming

Jordan just stop

"The timing" not even a decent excuse

Gossip Girl is vital is kind of a reach but ok

Monetbestcharacter

Nelly! Remember when she was just the girl competing with Blair for the Yale spot?

"Are you Chuck Bass?"

Obie also pretends he doesn't like scheming when he does, wonder who will be the new Nate and never send a tip (even though until now they've barely sent any and Aki and Audrey still haven't been posted about. Where's the drama, the betrayal, the constant fear of being exposed?)

Nelly Yuki showing she's a Gossip Girl expert

They really left Audrey alone

But yeah another Aki Audrey scene I love

The way Audrey was so excited to receive a call from her mom only to hear the news... :(

Is Max a year older than the rest of the group?

Finally ending it with Rafa

I love how Kate brings back Gossip Girl but kinda restart it

Group hug!!!! Best scene!!!

Also Luna and Monet seemed closer to Audrey in this ep

The way she looks back at Aki and Max and they smile back at her... ;