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kolarpem · 9 months
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Morning Doodle: “Zoya’s a better leader than I expected,” admitted Adrik. “Even if I’d never tell her so.” “Can you imagine? You might as well ask her if she wants to snuggle. General Zoya Nazyalensky does not need or want our approval.” (Leigh Bardugo’s King of Scars CH 8)
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Can we talk about Jesper Fahey unintentionally being one of the most powerful Grisha in the Grishaverse? (Bear with me)
Okay, agreed, Jesper struggles with doing basically anything intentionally. Makes sense - he was never trained.
But if we consider what he can do; controlling the path of bullets. Taking tiny chunks of metal moving at ~120-370 m/s, and directing them. And not just a little bit. He literally managed to make his bullet curve 90° around a right-angle corner. This is a skill we see no other Fabrikator able to do, and you would have thought, if it was a common ability, or even ever seen before, the Darkling or the Triumvirate would have utilised it in the Second Army. They have not. The only people known to use it are Jesper and his mother.
(And let's just give an honourable mention to Aditi Hilli, who could extract poison from the bloodstream of another person. You remember how the tidemakers in the Ice Court needed to be on Parem to mess with a person's blood? But Aditi Hilli? ...I don't want to say no problem, because she did die, but she saved Leoni too, so... half-marks? I'm just saying Jesper has some serious badass genes.)
Actually, talking about the tidemakers on parem, Jesper, with no training and having all the blood in his body sucked out of him, still managed to kill them with dust. A rather dark trick, but one we've never seen David Kostyk, or Leoni Hilli, considered the two most powerful Fabrikators alive during canon, replicate.
But the real reason Jesper is so powerful has very little to do with that, so much as HOW he does it. Every grisha alive used their arms to direct their abilities. After being captured by the Darkling in S&S, Alina has her hands bound, and says something about how she can summon, but not direct light without her hands, so she's basically powerless. It's obviously a common tactic, because the Druskelle do the same thing with Nina and the other Grisha they captured, and only after they get their hands freed on the sharp edge of a broken cup can they use their abilities again.
The only people we see not using their hands for the small science, in fact, are Adrik, who has to relearn his technique after he loses an arm, and, of course, Jesper Fahey, who can direct bullets with his mind - no hand movements required.
If anything, it's probably this ability that makes him so good at directing bullets. After all, at the speed a bullet is going, you don't have time to be waving your hands around to control it. What's especially funny to me is that before Wylan pointed it out, he had no idea he was even doing it. He was using an ability no other Grisha can, and Didn't Know. Can you imagine him mentioning that to Nina... or basically any Second Army Grisha.
("You can control bullets?"
"...you can't?"
"...how?"
"I'm not sure. I mean, my mother sort of taught me, but also I didn't really realise I was doing it until my boyfriend pointed it out, you know?"
"...YOU WERE ACCIDENTLY CONTROLLING BULLETS?!!!")
This is, of course, all book canon, but somehow the show takes it even further. It hasn't been officially revealed Jesper's Grisha in the show, but there are enough clues - Jesper repairing Kaz's cane, Ivan's cut-off comment after their fight, not to mention the fight itself - that I'm taking it as canon. In this, it is accepted NO ONE can use their grisha abilities, except merzost, without first touching their hands together. Not The Darkling, not Alina, no one. Except, of course, Jesper Fahey, who can shoot his bullets and direct them to the exact same point on a kefta, after deflecting them off random objects first.
Tl;dr: Jesper Fahey is amazing and crazily powerful and should be appreciated.
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brotherconstant · 1 year
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2.01 || 2.03 
#siblings
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leah-jeffries · 7 months
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𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖊 ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 2 ʀᴇᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ #176 ↳𝟸.𝟶𝟽: 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠
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Let's gooooo!!!!!!!!
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Keep the numbers up guys if you want a renewal
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witchcraftandgeekness · 9 months
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I know I'll probably be ignored about this but I think people need to hear that...
•Genya is not her full name. Her full name would be Evgeniya (eh-v-g-EH-n-ih-ah) Safin. Soft form is 'Genechka'. And actually, in right russian Safin would be Safina, because it is feminine form of the last name.
•Nikolai's short form would be 'Kolya'.
•'Lina', 'Alya' or 'Nina' is short for Alina. If you want her nickname to sound softly it should be 'Alinochka'. Starkov is masculin form, feminine form of this last name is Starkova.
•Tolya is short for Anatoliy.
•Tamar (in russian more commonly pronounced as Tamara) can be called 'Toma' or 'Tomochka' as a form of endearment.
•Nadia is short for Nadejda (naa-DYEHZH-daa). Nadia, a girl, is Zhabina, Adrik, her brother, a boy, is Zhabin.
•Aleksander's nickname is Sasha, english fanbase already grasped this. His last name in right russian would be Morozov, while Baghra and Ulla remain with 'Morozova'.
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lilisouless · 8 months
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The men on the hospital, all of them with broken bones
Zoya: what the heck happened in your birthday party?!
Nikolai: we went to the zoo and made an animal race, i rode a tiger
Zoya: how could you do something so stupid?
Mal: before i get in trouble i want to clarify Misha was wearing a helmet and that’s why he is not hurt too
Alina: you took Misha?!
Adrik: i tried to stop them
Adrik the day before: (riding a giraffe) GET AWAY YOU BUNCH OF LOSERS!
David: is not my fault either , they tricked me
David the day before: if they die they die ,Mr Rhino
Tolya: i barely participated
He is actually telling the truth, he sat on a giant turtle while reading and called it a day so Nikolai doesn’t say he didn’t participate
Tamar: wait…how did you got hurt too then?
Wylan: Jesper what are you doing?! You have the horse going on circles! We are losing! Tolya and the freaking turtle are ahead of us!
Jesper: do you want to win or do you want to look cool and dreamy riding a horse in slowmo?
Wylan: win! I want to win!
Jesper: ugh, okay. Let’s go Destiny, let’s win and jump over that turtle
Wylan: no! Don’t jump over the turtle!
Jesper: WE ARE JUMPING OVER THE TURTLE!
Kaz: i wanted to win but my animal was less than cooperative
Kaz: come on, you stupid beast! (Hits with his cane) move your dumb fat ass
Matthias: get off my back,Brekker!
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inejs-knife · 9 months
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happy disability pride month to everyone, but especially to Kaz and Wylan and Adrik!!
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capinejghafa · 11 months
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anon request | squallers + hand gestures
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I know it's probably illogical and most likely somewhat of a trauma response from Disney's Willow betrayal but I don't think I can keep Netflix if they cancel Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows.
Netflix has already canceled so many series that were unique and important to people in terms of diversity and representation. They have been especially bad about canceling series with Lesbian representation. The erasure of Tamar and Nadia would be another example of that. SAB is also one of the few fantasy series with a WOC lead. And while the actor portraying him is not (as far as I know), Kaz is a character with a disability that is not treated as a liability or a victim. As I pointed out in my Willow posts, it's rare to see this type of inclusion in fantasy series without it seeming forced or false.
While these things alone do not necessarily make a series worthy of continuation, fans have proven time and again that there is a growing interest in this series. This is largely due to the amazing cast and their continuous support of and friendships with one another. The found family dynamic they display both on and off camera creates a richer viewing experience not just in the series but their interviews and appearances around it.
Added to all of that, the story changes mean the cliffhangers of season two would go largely unexplained even to book readers. Considering that the books' author is a producer on the series this leads me to worry about Netflix's ability to deliver complete and cohesive stories that they adapt.
To me that shows that series like Bridgerton, or even One Piece could be treated just as callously in regards to any canon divergences and completion of the story.
I genuinely hope my worries will be unnecessary and the series will continue. Shadow and Bone has not yet been canceled but it has also not been renewed and as we near the eight month mark with no news I can't help but speculate. I realize that it has not been long since the end of the WGA strike and the SAG strike is ongoing, but in that time Netflix has renewed and released updates on several other series so it is unlikely that would be the only reason for the delay.
I still look forward to the success of SAG and hope answers swiftly follow. In this time of price spikes and story erasures, I cannot continue to financially support any service that seems blatantly discriminatory. When fans are begging daily for a series to return and continuously ignored I can't see it as anything else.
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Do You Know This Disabled Character?
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This isn't specific to any media. If you know only one version, vote ‘I know them.’
Adrik Zhabin is an amputee.
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kolarpem · 9 months
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Morning Doodle: “You were just as much of a mother hen when we all came back from the Fold.” They’d both been children really. Nina had been a student at the Grisha school when they were all evacuated to the orphanage at Keramzin. But Adrik had begged to go with his sister, to fight beside the Sun Summoner. He hadn’t been there when the Darkling took Nina and the other students hostage. (Leigh Bardugo’s King of Scars CH 8)
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hiddenvioletsgrow · 3 months
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Random Person: Who’s the best Grishaverse man?
Me: Obviously Kaz Brekker or Nikolai Lantsov
Random Person: That’s such a basic bitch answer
Me: Ok you want the real answers??? The King of Scars, pessimistic, one armed squaller Adrik Zhabin. That’s my favorite Grishaverse man.
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steponmeinejghafa · 4 months
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Beautiful Girl in a Broken World (TW)
Summary: All your life you have felt powerless against Aleksander. But when he takes things too far, you finally find your voice to stand up to him. Genya attempts to belittle herself, but you don't let her.
Genya Safin x fem!morozov!reader
Word count: 4.3k
Warnings: Crying, fighting, mentions of sexual abuse, toxic parent.
Note: You're adopted, so it doesn't get weird, I swear. And I don’t remember the catacombs scene word for word, so bear with me :’) also, y/n has a certain amount of selective mutism.
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Ever since you were a child, you had been a very quiet, gentle, and agreeable person. So quiet that you could slip out of a room of three people, unnoticed. So agreeable that you would commit a crime for anyone who you held close to your heart. So gentle that you couldn't bear to even think of raising your voice at anyone who made you feel bad.
Aleksander, your father, took these abilities for granted the very moment he realised how you could benefit him.
He kept you like a secret weapon, unleashing you carefully, using your abilities to his advantage. He gifted you to the Queen as her aide and deputy lady-in-waiting. He was twisted enough to use you as bait for the King, allowing him to do as he pleased with you as long as it meant Aleksander would remain General.
You couldn't say no as his rotten lips went over your skin, you couldn't push him away, because fear for yourself froze you in place, and fear of angering your father made all reason simply vanish from your mind.
Naturally, when the King tired of you, your convoluted father gave him Genya.
Sweet Genya who talked to you every day after you both helped the Queen prepare for her evenings. Kind Genya who always made sure you weren't left alone at mealtimes or during lessons. Beautiful Genya who had all the boys after her, because of her wavy auburn hair and unique amber eyes.
You were furious to find out what he had done. Till date you can remember the white-hot fury that had coursed through your veins as Genya arrived sobbing at your room the first night the King had forced himself on her. The way your skin prickled, your body threatening to unleash unforgiving darkness upon the land as you saw the blood on her thighs and clothes.
However, you still felt guilty about how you couldn't confront Aleksander about it. Still felt angry at yourself for being powerless under his heavy, dark-eyed gaze. Still felt so hopeless because the words died in your throat that day before they could escape your lips.
"What is it now, Y/n?" He had asked as you approached him timidly the next morning.
"Father, I heard that Genya had gone to the King's rooms last night," you had said, trying not to mumble.
"Yes," he had hummed, "She is my spy, Y/n. That doesn't concern you. Your time to serve as a spy for me has passed." With a wave of his hand, he had then dismissed you from the room.
You had wanted to tear out your father's eyes, wanted to scream how could you do this to her, to me? But you couldn't.
So here you were, outside your father's chambers while he punished Genya for deserting him on the other side of the door. Tears ran down your cheeks like rivers from your eyes, as you pounded on the door with your fists, your normally quiet voice raised to a shrill shout, calling out for your father to stop, calling out to Genya to see if she was okay.
He pulled the door open sharply and caught you around the collar, dragging you inside the room.
Your heart stopped in your chest.
Genya was weeping with her head buried in her hands, kneeling on the floor, quaking with fear. Black blood seeped from between her fingers as her shaky hands tried tailoring her wounds shut. You made a move to go to her, to put your arms around her and comfort her, but Aleksander held you back.
"Keep her in the cell," he said scathingly. "Tomorrow everyone will see her face. Everyone will be reminded of the consequences if they dare to try and double-cross me."
"No!" Genya screamed. It broke your heart.
You struggled against your father's iron grip weakly. "Father, no, please don't do this, I'm begging you!"
"Silence," he said sternly, as if you were just some otkazat'sya who he couldn't bother listening to, and you did just that.
Another win for him. Typical Y/n.
"Come," he said, beckoning you to where you knew he was keeping your grandmother.
Baghra. You adored her from the moment you had met her all those years ago. She didn't show it much, but you knew she adored you back. A rare phenomenon in her case. Aleksander had imprisoned her, just to work on another amplifier so he could defeat Alina.
"Sit down," your father ordered the moment you entered the room.
"Baghra," you whispered, trying to get her to look at you. "Grandmother."
She did look at you, finally, and gave a small nod of understanding towards you.
The guards had set up a second cage beside hers, and in that, they stuffed Genya. You made a noise of protest, but it was too soft for them to hear. You made eye contact with her and your e/c irises said it all.
I'm sorry.
You hoped she wouldn't look at you with loathing, hoped she didn't hate you now. Hoped that she knew how much you loved her, and that you would try your hardest to be heard, try to be a crack of thunder in a storm instead of just a gentle breeze on an autumn evening.
She looked at you like she always had, with warmth and adoration. Her blinded eye, too, somehow held that expression. It vanished, however, the moment the Darkling looked at her.
"Put out your foot, Y/n," your father ordered. You frowned and did just that, but you didn't see the mallet coming.
Aleksander nodded at the nearby guard, who took the mallet and swung it down onto your shin, shattering the bone with a sickening 'crunch'. You felt red-hot pain sear through your body, and cried out, clutching your leg gingerly.
"Why would you do that?" You screamed, shocking everyone in the room. No one had ever heard Y/n Morozova ever raise her voice. Hell, some of them thought you were mute. "I didn't do anything!"
Aleksander gestured at a Heartrender standing at the door, ordering him to extract some of the bone shards from underneath your skin.
"Hold her down," he ordered the guards. You thrashed about as much as your pain-riddled body would allow, sobbing uncontrollably. Both with pain and betrayal.
"Aleksander, stop this madness!" Baghra exclaimed as the Heatrender readied himself to remove the shards from your leg. "She's just a child!"
"A girl of nineteen is hardly a child," said the man with as much emotion as a teabag, speaking over your cries and screams of pain, as well as Genya's pleading voice. "Her bones are as valuable as yours, since she has some Morozova blood within her, and she is thus an amplifier."
"Do I repair the rest of her leg, General Kirigan?" Asked the second Grisha who had come in with the Heartrender.
Dismissively, Aleksander nodded, and the Healer set to work. However, with the missing chunks of bone, he said, "I'm afraid she will need a cane for the time being. If the cast doesn't work and she feels pain after the next one week, it means she'll have to use the cane for the rest of her life."
"No matter," shrugged your father.
How could he?
You waited till the Healer had fixed you up as best as he could, trying your best to ignore the pain which was still very sharp in your leg.
"What in the name of the Saints do you mean 'no matter', Father?" You scowled. "Does the fact that I'm a cripple now mean nothing to you?"
"Broken things are more fragile even if you fix them," said Baghra. "You know this, Aleksander."
"Y/n," Aleksander's voice was gentle and kind. He always did this. One moment he was the best father in the world, all kind words and sweet smiles, and the next, he was a monster in a man's body, watching as a stranger shattered his daughter's legs. "Think of how powerful we would be-"
"No," you said softly.
His gaze hardened. "No?"
You shook your head, "I'm done with your games, Father. This," you nodded at your leg, "This was the last straw. I cannot walk properly anymore. You mutilated the girl I love, and put my grandmother through things far too violent to recount. I loved you, she loved you, and Genya trusted you."
He rolled his eyes. "Where are you going with this?"
You knew you couldn't attack him. It would risk unleashing the nichevoya. So you used your words instead.
"Are you so oblivious?" You whispered. "All my life I have agreed with you, done as you asked. I let a man violate me in unspeakable ways, just because I did as you asked. You have used me, you have used my Genya, and you have used Baghra. You are a disgusting man, Aleksander Morozova. A disgusting man, son, father, and general.
Did you feel nothing when I came to you with blood on my nightgown, crying about the King? Did you feel nothing, when I said I didn't want Genya playing your spy?" Your eyes brimmed with tears. "Did you feel nothing when that guard smashed my leg and broke it like a stick?"
"Sacrifices for power," he sighed. "You are too young to understand."
"Age and eternity have made you emotionless," you shook your head. "They have stripped you of your ability to love, to cherish, to feel. You sacrifice to fill that void, you sacrifice because you know that alone, with your sins, you are not enough."
You felt fear seize your body when he caught you by the collar again and threw you nearly clean across the room.
"Learn your place, girl," he seethed. "I am your father. Never speak to me that way again."
You struggled to get to your feet, leaning against the nearby wall. Anger kept within for too long bubbled up within you, heating up into white-hot fury.
"My place, Father, isn't something you can dictate. This isn't Fjerda, this isn't the medieval times. I am a woman, a girl, a daughter. I have stayed silent for too long, letting you do with me, with others, as you please," you clenched your fists, darkness cloaking the room threateningly. "So, Father, do you ever want to say you're sorry? Will you try to make amends? Try to be a better person?"
"Quite the speech," he raised a brow. "But I am powerful, and no one will stop me from getting my Summoner. Especially not you."
He took you by the arm firmly and led you out, not caring that you were limping and hopping terribly. Genya cried out for you, begging him to be gentle, but with no avail.
"Stay in your room," he seethed, shoving you inside your room none too gently. "I have business to attend to."
You waited till he closed the door, and collapsed on your bed, screaming bloody murder into the pillow as you cried.
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Night had fallen, and till then only one guard had knocked on your door to give you food.
"Cripple," he spat in Ravkan, making you nearly use the Cut on him in anger.
Your father hadn't returned yet from his twisted expedition, and you decided it was high time you broke your best friend and grandmother out of jail.
You knew that the guards deserted your corridor at exactly nine-thirty for patrol rounds. Quietly, or at least as quietly as you possibly could be, you snuck down the corridor to the room where you knew they were.
You slipped inside the room, and knelt in front of Genya's cage, breaking the lock with all your strength. It was rusty from lack of use, and came apart with the barest of snaps.
She avoided your gaze and covered her face with a hand, shrinking away from your touch. She didn't want you to see her this way. You found it odd, but shrugged it off. Naturally she wouldn't want to see you. You were the Darkling's daughter. She had no business looking at you the same.
"Please, get yourself to safety," you said quietly, moving away from her.
You felt hurt that she seemed to think you were like your father, that she seemed to fear you just as she feared him. You turned to Baghra's cage and broke the lock as well, feeling a little twinge of happiness on seeing her smile slightly.
You knelt in front of her like a knight would kneel before his King, ignoring the pain in your leg, and said, "I'm sorry for how my father has treated you. I'm willing to pay for his sins, I swear on it."
Baghra touched your shoulders gently, prompting you to rise. "Don't take accountability for Aleksander's sins, child. This was his choice, and he must pay for it. You are not defined by his actions, because you have proved time and again that you have tried your best to rebel against him."
You scoffed a laugh, helping her up. "I can hardly call cowering and giving unheard suggestions 'rebellion'."
"You'll understand what I mean with time, my dear," smiled the woman. She looked at Genya, who had laid waste to the table, save the bottle of amplifier which she now held in her hand.
You three escaped just barely, because your limp slowed them down. You apologised profusely along the way, and when they paused for a rest, you scoured for a branch which could double as a cane for you temporarily. When you did, walking became a thousand times easier. The entire journey, Genya didn't speak to you or look at you. Whenever you moved close to her, she'd scurry farther down the path, muttering to herself.
'I'm not like him,' you wanted to say. 'I'm in love with you, Genya, I'd never do anything to hurt you.'
But of course, the words didn't come.
Finally, you three came upon the hideout where everyone was. Genya was tackled in a hug by Alina, while you hung back, standing behind Baghra timidly. You knew you wouldn't be welcome there.
"Baghra," Alina said with relief, moving over to her. However, the second she did, the woman moved forwards to reveal your quietly standing figure.
Disgust painted everyone's faces and you saw people draw weapons, or, in the case of the Grisha, put their hands up defensively.
You didn't say anything.
Alina's piercing gaze was enough to make you want to shrink into the walls, and you nearly cowered with fright when she readied herself to attack.
"Alina," you were shocked as Genya spoke up. "She's harmless, don't worry."
"She's about as harmless as a viper," scowled the girl.
“Alina, trust me, she’s not like him,” said the redhead. “She’s the opposite.”
You put your hands up in surrender and shook your head, "I-I'm nothing like my father, I swear."
"I vouch for that," Baghra said with a nod.
"Fine," sighed Alina. She nodded at your leg, "How'd that happen?"
You cleared your throat and willed yourself to speak louder. "My father. He smashed my bone with a mallet to use as an amplifier."
"Saints," she scoffed, "That man is a psychopath. Tamar," she looked at the Heartrender, "Please see to it that she has a proper cane, and do help ease the pain a bit."
"T-thank you," you stammered, nervous of the girl who's eyes were no more scathingly trained on you. They were soft with concern, as she smiled slightly and nodded.
"Come on then," the Shu girl grinned, taking you by the arm gently. "Let's get you patched up better."
You nodded and followed her out, while Genya went to tend to Adrik.
Twenty minutes of excruciating pain later, your leg was mostly healed, but given the way it had been broken, they said there was close to no chance for your complete recovery.
A Fabrikator named Viktor fashioned a cane for you from the branch you were using. It was jet black, of course, with an intricate design of roses etched into the wood from the handle till the bottom which had a cap of silver on it.
You thanked him and Tamar smiled at you.
“Truly, you are unlike your father,” she said.
You blushed shyly and softly replied, “I’ve never found cruelty to be my area of expertise.”
Tamar patted your arm and helped you up, making sure you were putting your weight on the cane and not your leg.
You went to check on Genya, who, upon seeing you, fled from where she was sitting in front of Adrik, helping heal his hand.
“G-Genya?” You called out after her, your voice barely raised at all as you limped after her with as much speed as your leg would allow. “Please wait a moment, please.”
You both stopped dead in your tracks, when you ran into the Queen.
“You!” She gasped. “Guards! Guards!” She cried out, looking around frantically for them, her pale hair fluttering around her face.
She caught Genya by the wrist and seethed, “You both will pay for what you did! You monsters!”
“Please-please leave her be,” you pleaded, limping closer to the Queen, resisting the urge to beat her senseless with your new cane.
“Well,” she glared at Genya, “At least now you look like what you truly are,” she turned to you, “And you deserve to be crippled, you repulsive girl.”
“I-“ you faltered. You deserved it, didn’t you? You tried not to cry, as you gathered your thoughts, saying, “Please let her go,”
Genya yanked her arm out of the Queen’s grip, having had enough.
“Ask me how I did it,” she said, with venom in her voice. “How we did it.”
Your heart leapt. She mentioned you in passing, that was good. Perhaps she didn’t hate you after all.
“What?” The woman was baffled.
“Ask. Me.” Genya said forcefully. The queen made a nod as if to ask, and the redhead continued, “Y/n made the poison. She wanted her revenge anyway. So, I put it on my body, for weeks. So that every time he touched me, every time,” her voice lowered to a hesitant whisper, “he kissed me, he would take a little bit into himself.”
“All he had to do was stop coming to her bed,” you softly added in.
Seething, the woman replied, “He was your King,”
“He brought it on himself,” Genya spat.
“He took advantage of innocent girls, girls who couldn’t fight back, because he was our King,” you limped forward to stand beside Genya, mustering up courage to look the Queen in the eye. “It was because he was our King, we were terrified to speak. Because no one would’ve believed us. And even if they did, they couldn’t do anything about it. So do you blame us, your Highness, can you blame us, for taking matters into our own hands?”
“Oh? The Darkling’s mute little puppet girl speaks,” scoffed the queen, making you shrink back with shame. That tone stung you hard. Where they never took you seriously, where people only saw you as a pushover who had no voice. “You both are monsters, murderers.”
“Madraya,” Nikolai’s smooth voice was a saving grace in this fight.
“Nikolai! You heard them, arrest these murderers!” She said, looking at her son.
He looked horrified. “No,” he shook his head. “Not after what I heard.” He looked at her with disbelief on his features. “Both of them were under your protection.”
“They are servants,” she scoffed in disgust. “And the cripple is a puppet for the enemy!”
“And you, the Mother of Ravka,” he said. “Your subjects were to be like your children. All of them,” he placed a hand on your shoulder and brought you forward. Your eyes stayed riveted on the ground. “And Y/n? Just by being here, she has shown that she is no puppet for the Darkling.”
The Queen huffed and flounced off, skirts billowing around her as she did.
“Thank you,” you nodded and moved back, when Genya turned to leave.
“I’m sorry,” said Nikolai.
“It’s not your fault,” said Genya, as she walked away.
You limped after her, calling out her name in vain. However, you cornered her at last in her rooms.
“Saints,” you panted, your leg aching horribly. You leaned your cane against a wall and tried catching your breath. “Saints, that hurts.”
“Y/n, please leave,” she said, packing up a bag for herself.
“No!” You said, annoyed. She looked at you at last. “No, Genya, I won’t leave.”
"Why not?" She scoffed. "Look at me, Y/n."
"I always am," you said. "I am always looking at you, Genya."
"Are you, now?" She laughed drily. "Honestly, Y/n, you don't have to pity me, alright? We aren't on the same boat, if that's waht your thinking."
"I have always thought we were oceans apart, Genya. With you all confidence and kindness, while I shrank away from the slightest word spoken to me," you said, your e/c eyes shining in the dim light, making it look like they had stars in them. "But that didn't stop me from loving you."
She looked at you incredulously, "Loving me?"
"Yes," you smiled, limping over to her hesitantly. "Since the day we met, I never stopped loving you. And this day is no diffferent. Scars or no scars, you, Genya Safin, are stronger than Grisha steel, and more beautiful than anyone I have ever encountered. You are a beautiful girl in a broken world, and-and if anything, your scars make you more beautiful in my eyes. It would be my honour to say that I am yours, Genya."
She stepped closer to you, taking your hands in hers. "Can you bear waking up to a scarred old face beside yours every morning?"
"It isn't something to bear, because burdens and problems are what we bear. This is no problem. It is a trophy, a symbol of your victory and strength, my Genya," you smiled. "I understand if you wouldn't want me, though."
"Why wouldn't I want you?" She asked. You were too oblivious, in her opinion. Had you forgotten the nights you both slept together, wrapped up in each other's embrace? The times she'd kiss your forehead to make you feel better? The times she hadn't denied it when people asked her if you and her were a thing?
"I am a cripple now, Genya," you accepted it with a shake of your head. "You protect and care enough for people. I don't need you doing that for me, because it would just add on to your own personal burdens.”
Genya came closer to you, taking your hands in hers. Her seeing eye was a deep gold in the dim light—a shard of the setting sun sparkling with love.
“Have you never noticed that I am in love with you?” she asked, making your heart leap. “Do you know how many times I’ve kissed your forehead, wishing it was your lips? Wishing that we could embrace with just the sheets between our bodies?”
“Um…” you felt yourself lean on her palms slightly. “Sorry,” you nodded at her hands clasping yours a little tighter now, with the weight on them. “But why did you run from me?”
“Don’t be sorry,” she smiled sadly. “I ran because I thought that you would find me ruined now, with this.” She touched her fingers gingerly to her scars.
“Never,” you shook your head, shifting your weight to put more on your good leg, so you could hold her face in your hands. “My Genya, you should never think you aren’t the most gorgeous woman on the face of this planet, because Saints alive, I have never seen a woman so kind, loving, and caring as you. It shows on your face, and it only makes you more breathtaking.”
In the dim light, you saw her blush, just the barest dust of pink under her skin.
“That’s probably the most you’ve spoken in your whole life,” chuckled the redhead, leaning into your touch. It startled you, and in turn, made you blush a rather unsubtle red.
“I-um,” you tried pushing out the words which wanted to leave your lips so desperately, but all you could do as she stepped closer to you was exhale softly, “Genya…”
“That’s the first time you’ve said my name that way,” she smiled, looking up at you slightly as her hands rested on your waist. Her gaze skirted down to your lips and to your eyes as she asked, “May I?”
Your heart leapt, the words struggled again. You nodded wordlessly and she tilted her head up, pressing her slightly dry yet soft lips on yours. The words came again as you both stood there in the dingy underground room, just kissing.
Your heart pounded in your chest, your thumbs stroking her cheeks as you prayed to all the Saints that your palms weren’t sweating. You wanted this moment to last, this first kiss to extend into forever. The world faded around you, the panic of your father’s attack, the fear you felt in front of the Queen, all forgotten as you focused on Genya.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
The words didn’t come, they failed you again. But you didn’t mind this time.
You smiled against her lips, and kept your e/c eyes riveted on her as she pulled away, her face finally cracking into a large, bubbly grin.
You let your hands fall from her face and held her hands in yours, trying not to giggle.
“Did we just do that?” She asked.
Wordlessly, you nodded, folding your lips into your mouth as a loud, childlike giggle threatened to escape your lips.
She leaned up to kiss your cheek and whispered in your ear, “Perhaps we could work on your voice sometime?”
“Um,” you nodded your head and asked, “Would-would you help me?”
“Of course, Y/n,” she smiled.
“I-I’ll speak a hundred words a minute for-for you,” you said, out of breath suddenly. “It will just take some time…”
“We have all the time in the world, my love,” she brushed her thumb gently over your bottom lip, causing a shudder to go down your spine.
You took her hand and kissed it gently, before pressing another kiss to her cheek where her longer scar was.
“All the time in the world,” you repeated with a smile.
She nodded and took your hand, holding it while you grabbed your cane and the both of you walked out of the room, back to where the others were.
As the torchlight cast long shadows on the wall, and you sat beside her silently while the others gave strategies on their next move.
Ever so often you would glance at Genya, who wore a thoughtful look on her face. The dim torchlight fell from behind her, highlighting her profile in gold.
‘Why have you condemned her to suffer such hardships?’ You silently asked the Saints. ‘Why do you make every effort to make her suffer?’
The answer was a simple one, which you could practically hear those damned Saints reply.
Because fate isn’t kind to those who have beauty like hers.
Because she is a beautiful girl in a broken world.
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This one was so sad to write- but I hope you enjoyed it! I am accepting requests, so feel free to send over an anonymous idea or send me a dm <3
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𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖊 ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 2 ʀᴇᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ #195 ↳ 𝟸.𝟶𝟾: 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚜
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This scene is KILLING ME!
Kaz, Jesper and Wylan meeting Nikolai, Tolya, Tamar and (I'm guessing) Nadia and Adrik, her brother! SOC and S&B CROSSOVER, MY BELOVED!
Nikolai, sweetie, what happened to you (also, people posting out that he's using Kaz's crane AKDHDJHFJSGDJSH)
ALSO, JESPER PROTECTING WYLAN??? *DIES*
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