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The mystery of how Alex had gotten here was another problem. Last he remembered, he had been with several MI6 agents debriefing after the crash of Air Force One then he had been bundled into a car allegedly to go back home and now...he took stock of the barren interrogation room again. He doubted he was with MI6 and he had thoroughly crushed Cray and his plan which left very few options of who could have known about the operation and have the resources of stealing him out from under his handlers.

The door opened seamlessly cutting off his thoughts and of fucking course things couldn’t be easy could they? He mused taking in the tall, blonde that strode purposefully into the room then froze when he registered just who was sitting in front of him.

“Oh hey, Dad , fancy seeing you here.”

He didn’t know why he was surprised, Ian had told him his father was “in the field”. Alex hadn’t known what that meant and Ian had refused any attempt of Alex to ask with ‘It’s better for both of you not to know. If you got caught Alex…’ at first he had been offended that Ian had thought he would break so easily under torture. And then he had actually been tortured and he appreciated the small mercy.

“Alex?” It occurred to him that he had never seen his Dad look afraid before - angry, sure, but afraid? John Rider was too prideful for that. Turned out, he didn’t want to see his normally cocky and exuberant Dad scared. The fact that Alex was currently sitting tied to a chair in what was obviously an interrogation room and with his Dad as a potential interrogator probably didn’t help. Combined with the fact that his father had no idea that he was being brought here, wherever that was, and there was no way that could even be remotely considered a good sign.

“What are you doing here?” He hissed, voice tinged with anger. There was the Dad he knew and loved sometimes.

#alex rider #alex rider fanfiction #yassen gregorovich #john rider

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#so pretty #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #shadow and bone

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SHADOW AND BONE MEME: [1/3] DYNAMICS → THE CROWS

“Crows don’t just remember the faces of people who wronged them. They also remember those who were kind. They tell each other who to look after and who to watch out for.”

#my babies #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #inej ghafa #shadow and bone #six of crows

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#development

#she deserved that punch #I’m glad they parted closer to friends though #zoya #alina starkov #shadow and bone

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“People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is ‘you’re safe with me’ — that’s intimacy.” —Taylor Jenkins Reid. [insp.]

#they love each other #shadow and bone #kanej #inej ghafa #kaz brekker

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―      Jane Austen

#them #shadow and bone #kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa

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Ben: Could you be more annoying?

Alex: Easily.

#big mood #alex rider #incorrect quotes #ben daniels

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Jack is such a missed opportunity. Ian Rider is a spy, gone more often than not and he needs a nanny - does he pick someone reliable with an established background and portfolio to handle such things who he can trust to look after his kid and cook real meals for him or does he pick a Uni student with no formal training and just hope she works out? Alex would have been young enough when Jack first came that he would have latched onto anyone. Not quite to the age where “you’re not my Mom” is anything more than something said in anger to hurt instead of a declaration of war like it would be for 14 year old Alex

Young enough for Alex to trust and maybe those accents she would make them play weren’t so innocent. Maybe her obliviousness isn’t so sincere - “did you notice?” is such a fun game it makes Alex feel smart for seeing stuff that Jack missed. Maybe “What’s his deal?” Isn’t just a silly story time game they play in public trying to guess all kinds of fun facts about people by what they’re wearing and doing (Ian started this game with him but Jack makes it fun when she adds in silly little stories about their lives). Maybe her cooking skills were a joke for a reason - make Alex do it. Make him more independent, more adaptable, more easily able to slip into any role because “It’s just play pretend, Alex. Let’s see if we can convince them we’re brother and sister?”

#wow this is..... so much #alex rider #ian rider #jack starbright

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Alex Rider + Wolf Body Blocking Alex

#please I am begging to bring them back next season #give us everything Ahorz wasn’t able to #my little spy baby #alex rider #k unit #wolf #found family

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set our eyes west, chase the sunset

#these are beautiful #my little spy baby #alex rider #alex rider tv #irelise

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Yassen: If you hurt Alex, you will answer directly to me. And remember, whatever crimes I do to you will go unsolved.

Blunt: Fear is not in my vocabulary.

Yassen: No, but it’s in your eyes.

#iconic #yassen gregorovich #alan blunt #alex rider

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Alex: I would kill you if you weren’t already dead.

Yassen: You did a terrible job raising him Ian.

Ian: How is this my fault?

Yassen: You are right you did not raise him, my apologies.

#oh burn #alex rider #yassen gregorovich #incorrect quotes #ian rider

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So I was talking to @queenofthesydrianites and I was reading her some funny Alex Rider tags including “Yassen regrets everything” and she came up with ‘Yassen Gregoregrets’ and I love it 😂😂

#yassen gregoregrets #is my new favorite tag #alex rider #yassen gregorovich

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I swear to god I’ve seen it all

#my little spy baby #alex rider #fanart #alex rider tv #otto farrant

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Cthulhu is Chaotic Good

Like any big character in the fandom, Yassen Gregorovich has been taken in many directions. Each author seems to have their own “version” of him and Cthulhu has one of the best honed over years of writing fantastic multi chapter stories involving him. Her Yassen is sharp and dynamic across the many different circumstances he finds himself in under her pen. But for all that he changes, he keep his very practical and lethal edge which is a rare treat that goes far in upping the stakes and tension in her fics. 

Cthulhu is most well known for Bad Cards, a multi chapter Outsider POV look into Alex and Yassen’s relationship in the field through the lens of a failed mission. But you would be doing yourself a disservice if you stopped there. She has multiple fics that explore their relationship in new and exciting ways - The Handler takes a look at Yassen’s less than impressed views on Alex and the many handlers MI6 gives him, Under Siege gives Alex’s perspective on just how much larger the intelligence world is using painfully real details with a lovely little twist. 

All that said, one of her latest projects has captured a piece of my heart and so I wanted to share it with the rest of the fandom as well. A Dream of Retold Lives is yet another fic where saying too much would take away the delicious mystery of it as you are thrown into the same amount of confusion as Alex and really everyone in this strange new world. It’s a creative premise executed beautifully to bring a lingering sense of fear and foreboding. Much like the rest of her works, it is a masterpiece and one that deserves more attention than it has gotten but from such a strong author that can be said about much of her work. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27739957/chapters/67896766

Also check out her pseud Cthulhu has Chaotic Stories for more heart stoppingly good fics!

#Cthulhu is awesome #alex rider #alex rider fanfiction #alex rider fanfic recs #yassen gregorovitch

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Alex: I don’t even know what my father’s voice sounded like. I don’t know anything about him at all.

#oh honey #alex rider #john rider #this part makes me so sad

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On the rooftop

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Summary: The conversation between Alex and Yassen on the rooftop after Yassen has killed Herod Sayle, but from Yassen’s point of view 

A/N: The sections in italics have been taken directly from Stormbreaker I wanted to keep their conversation the same but add in Yassen’s thoughts from his point of view.

“You’re Yassen Gregorovich,” Alex said. 

Yassen nodded, but didn’t say anything.

“Why did you kill him?”

“Those were my instructions.” A lie. “He had become an embarrassment. It was better this way.” That part at least was true. 

“Not better for him.”

Yassen shrugged, but was very impressed with the fact that Alex was a) not visibly distressed by the sight of Herod Sayle being murdered before his eyes, and b) not intimidated by Yassen enough to stop his sassy comebacks. In many ways, he was just like his father and the thought made a pang of some unidentifiable emotion run through him. 

“What about me?”

He ran his eyes over Alex. “I have no instructions concerning you.” Another lie. His instructions had been explicitly clear. ‘KILL ALEX RIDER’. He remembered the words that he had read on his computer screen just a few hours ago. 

“You’re not going to shoot me too?”

No. Absolutely not. Yassen would never kill Alex, or allow him to be killed if he could stop it.

“Do I have any need to?”

There was a pause as Alex seemed to consider the question.

“You killed Ian rider. He was my uncle.”

Yassen’s expression didn’t change but he was surprised. Ian Rider was dead. That must be how the boy had been unlucky enough to end up getting involved. And Alex thought that he had been the one to pull the trigger. It wasn’t true; no amount of money would have been high enough to make him kill Ian, just like he had defied his orders to kill the youngest Rider to cross his path. 

His mind worked quickly. He didn’t know who had killed Ian Rider, but right now that didn’t matter. Right now the only thing that mattered was the fourteen year old boy standing in front of him, and preventing him from going on another mission. 

He shrugged again. “I kill a lot of people.”

It wasn’t a lie, but it was also definitely not an admission or contradiction to the assassination that he was being accused of.

“One day I’ll kill you.”

That broke his heart. The pang of emotion that he had felt earlier now rushed through him like a tidal wave, and although Yassen Gregorovich was unable to identify it specifically, he knew all of the words that could have been used to describe how he was feeling. Sadness, hurt, remorse, heartbreak, sorrow, lamentation, dejection, grief. He was feeling more emotions than he had felt in years, and it took every bit of his strength and training to keep his face neutral. 

Hunter’s son was standing here, full of, admittedly well concealed, rage and grief that was wrongly being directed at him. In another life, Yassen would have been like an uncle to Alex, but here they were, locked on opposite sides of a war that neither of them had wanted to be dragged into. There are always casualties in war, and they were just two more statistics to be added to the final count.

If he could stop Alex from being used by MI6 in the future, their paths would likely not cross again. Yassen Gregorovich decided that it was a price worth paying if it meant that Alex would be safe and out of MI6’s grasp. Alex Rider could hate him for killing his uncle, but if it meant that Alex would find the closure that Yassen was sure that he needed to stay away from MI6, then his own feelings were irrelevant.

“A lot of people have tried. Believe me, it would be better if we didn’t meet again. Go back to school. Go back to your life. And the next time they ask you, say no. Killing is for grown-ups and you’re still a child.” 

It was the same advice that John Rider had given him once. He didn’t look back as he turned and walked over to the helicopter. His face had crumpled the second that he had turned away, and climbing in and strapping himself to the seat, he took a couple of seconds to regain his composure. By the time he looked up at the controls, his face was back to being a blank, emotionless mask. He started the helicopter and then, just before he flew away, he raised a hand at Alex who was standing motionless on the rooftop staring at him. The boy raised a hand in return, and then Yassen flew away. Looking back at the rooftop one final time before flying away, he saw that Alex Rider had gone, leaving the lifeless body of Herod Sayle behind.

Scorpia would not be pleased that he had disobeyed their orders; he had left Alex Rider alive and unharmed, but he would be able to deal with them. He knew that they would be pleased that Sayle was dead - he had become an embarrassment and it was better that he was dealt with once and for all. No, they would not kill him, and Yassen would be able to work on the question that was, even now, gnawing away in his brain. Who had killed Ian Rider? It might take him a while, but it was a question that he would find out the answer to, and then, maybe, he would be able to reconcile with Alex.

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