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hysteria
kinktober, day twenty-eight
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a/n: look, we already know that I'm a nerd when it comes to medical history, so this really shouldn't come as a surprise. only thing surprising about it is how fucking long it took for me to finally write this kinda fic, damn, because this fantasy is ancient.
summary: “miss, I’m afraid to inform you that you have hysteria.”
warnings: doctor!aleksander morozova x innocent!reader, smut, dubcon, historical au, medical kink, time accurate sexism, fingering, sex toys (vibrator, fuck machine), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, size kink, squirting, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation
word count: 1607
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Eyes glued to the clipboard in his hand, doctor Morozova quietly read up from the list of symptoms he had just scribbled down, “…unmarried, insomnia, increased nervousness during social interactions… miss,” he then lifted his obsidian gaze and told you gravely, “I’m afraid to inform you that you have hysteria.”
“I-I do?” 
“Yes, I’m terribly sorry,” he laid the papers down on the desk before him, “seems like your womb is not where it’s supposed to be and that can cause all sorts of problems as you can see by your symptoms.”
Fingers weaved so tightly in the fabric in your lap it nearly broke through, ruining your dress, your panic began to bubble out, “what should I do, doctor? Is there a cure?”
“There is,” he nodded, subtly raising a hand up to soothe your nerves, “the way to relieve this disorder is by causing something called a hysterical paroxysm,” he informed, abruptly redirecting his stare down upon the woodgrain of the tabletop, “now, usually, if a woman is married, the husband is to perform the treatment, but since you’re not,” his eyes flickered back up to find yours, “I’ll help rid your body of this ailment.”
“Really? Thank you,” you gasped, “what, uh, what does it entail?”
“Oh, it’s simple enough,” he waved a casual hand, “you just rid yourself of your undergarments and lay down on the exam table for me.”
“I-…” you blinked, eyes wide before you swallowed, “…alright…”
Getting up from the chair opposing his desk, you walked around the flimsy partition set up in the corner. Reaching under your dress, you timidly pulled your underwear down your legs, past your stockings and off. Folding the garment in a neat little bundle, you settled it on the small stool that stood back here before stepping back out from behind the cover. 
Now settled at the bottom of the exam table on a seat, he gestured for you to get up onto the slab before you apprehensively did so. 
“If you would please just put your feet up in these stirrups,” he adjusted the metal legs below you, “then we can get started.” 
As you then shifted, settling your feet into place, your skirts tented and began to ride up, a gust of crisp air kissing your exposed centre and causing your cheeks to heat up.  
Hearing his chair scoot closer, you then felt his touch softly ghost from your knees all the way up your thighs till his fingers were gently prying your petals apart. After taking a good look, he then briefly retracted his touch, unscrewing a nearby dark glass jar, swiping up some of the glossy contents before grazing through your folds once more, the cool temperature of the lubrication causing you to suck in a sharp breath. 
“Sorry, if it’s a bit cold,” he murmured as he continued to smear it in. 
Head faintly shaking, “it’s fine,” you tried just to focus on your breathing. 
Pushing your dress a bit more out of the way, he told you, “just try and relax for me, it will go by a lot smoother if you relax,” his touch then suddenly changed, “now, tell me,” zeroing in and pressing down on your clit in a way that made the office around you go fuzzy, “how does that feel?” 
Blinking down at him, you found that his vision was already firm on you, “I-… I don’t know… how is it supposed to feel?”
“It’s supposed to feel good,” he rubbed a bit harder, “so, does it feel good?”
“I-I guess so,” your vision fluttered back up towards the ceiling, the doctor’s dark eyes being too much to stand, “yeah.”
“Good, good,” his attentive touch then shifted, “now let me just have a feel inside. Deep breath for me,” your lungs expanded at his command, “there you go,” and his long finger pressed inside, gently curving it around against your walls as he examined, “yep, there it is… your womb, it’s in the completely wrong spot,” he swiftly worked another digit in, watching as you stretched around his fingers, “it’s good that you came in now before it got even worse,” pulling back out, he ended the contact with an unnecessary rub against your buzzing clit.
As he then scooted a bulky and mysterious machine over, you asked nervously, “w-what is that?”
“Just a little apparatus that’s gonna help cure you,” he twisted a vaguely phallic shape into place at the end of the device’s long arm. After noticing your startled expression, you felt his warm hand sprawl across your thigh, “don’t worry, love. It’s all gonna be just fine,” lining it up, “just try and lay still,” he turned a switch and the attachment slowly drove into you. 
“Oh my god!” your palm slammed down against the exam table. 
“Shh, it’s alright,” he caught your eye till your body slowly began to give in, calming under his gaze. Reaching his right hand up, he tickled your puff as the gadget slowly eased in and out of you, “you’re doing great so far, just relax for me,” you saw his free fingers sneak down to enclose around the apparatus’s knob once more, turning the speed further up.  
Feeling like you might fall off the table entirely, you panted, “doctor, I think something might be wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong, love,” he nearly chuckled, “this is how it’s supposed to feel,” smiling as you let go an uncontainable moan, knees nearly closing as you tumbled over the edge, “there it is, good, good…”
Expecting for the machine to be shut off, the doctor instead pushed your trembling knees aside and conjured a bulky ward-like device that buzzed in his tight grip, the other hand firm on your leg as he pressed the vibrator against your sensitive pearl, “ah! Doctor! What are you-”
“We’re not done yet,” he stated firmly, vision fixated on the mess he was turning you into. 
The squelching of your pussy cut through the loud buzzing of the gizmos, “but it’s too much, I can’t-”
“You wanna get better, don’t you?”
Fists tight in your dress, crumbled at your waist, you let out a shaky, “yes.”
“Then quit your whining and let me treat you,” his stare snapped up as he warned you, “if you keep that up then I’ll have no other choice but to restrain you, is that what you want?”
“N-no,” the overwhelming sensation caused you to tremble like a leaf. 
“Be a good girl and take it.”
When the second wave hit, it crashed into you so fiercely that you let out a lewd scream. 
“There you go, that’s it!” the doctor bellowed as your pussy gushed, crying out around the intense toys, “oh, fuck…” unable to peel his eyes away as he finally turned off the machines, additional juices squirting out as they withdrew. 
Limbs twitching, you hazily asked, “was that it? Are we done?”
Palming himself through his pants, his gaze stayed glued to your weeping core, “not quite yet, miss… that release of excess fluids was a very good sign, very good sign indeed, but we’re not quite done… there’s still more that needs to get out in order for your uterus to align itself again,” your eyes then flicked down to his fingers as they worked at the buttons on his slacks, swiftly freeing something much bigger than the apparatus he had just fucked you with. 
“Doctor?” your eyes grew as he stepped closer, rubbing his tip against you in a way that made your eyes flutter. 
Finally meeting your gaze, he uttered, “please, call me Aleksander,” before thrusting his hips forward, stretching you apart with his cock. Fingers digging into your thighs, he glanced back down and smirked, “I think your womb just needs a little reminder of where its home is,” before he slammed in, all the way, pushing the air out of your lungs as his balls nuzzled against you.
“Ah!”
“Just need to knock at its door a bit to call it home,” the tip of his generous length kissed your cervix with every rough thrust, borderline going too deep as you clambered around him, “that’s it, taking the treatment so well.”
Just as you had thought he had settled on a rhythm, he pulled the rug out from under you by suddenly withdrawing his girth entirely, spreading you apart so that he could watch how he made you gape, only to bury himself completely once again, repeating the cycle over and over, relishing in the way it drove you up the wall. 
“Fucking hell… I can feel it, you’re getting close, clamping around me like a desperate little whore,” he groaned, watching as after a few more breath-taking rounds, your pussy began to weep once again, “oh, there it is,” squirting out every time he retraced himself, “atta girl,” the fullness he then granted you only persuaded more to appear. 
When you were nothing more than a literal puddle in his grasp, Aleksander truly lost control, pounding into your trembling mess before he made it even more so, stuffing you full of his hot cum. 
Low groans still flowed from his lips as he retracted from you for good, the sensation of his seed trickling out of you and onto the exam table nearly going unnoticed from how exhausted the treatment had made you. 
“Was that it?” you asked weakly, “am I cured now?”
Tugging himself away as he caught his breath, he answered, “not completely,” glancing back up at you with a glint in his dark eyes, “I think you’re gonna have to come back a few more times …”
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A Steel That Went Through Hottest Fire: Chapter I - Steel Your Heart
Summary: You're a Durast in the Second Army of Ravka. You work in the Little Palace, having a quiet life. But that changes, when one day General Kirigan takes an interest in you. Your life is about to change. The question is… for better or for worse?
A/N: Happy New Year! I know, I posted I may have another fic about General KiriganxReader for Christmas. It didn't work out due to some things, but here it finally is! And still in this year (at least in my time zone). So, it's not a Christmas present from me to you, as I intended, but at least it can be a gift for a New Year. I hope it will be wonderful to you all and that we will get "Shadow and Bone" renewed for the third season. Enjoy this story! As usual, I don't own anything from "Shadow and Bone". Nor you. English still isn't my first language, so if you see some mistakes, let me know.
Chapter Summary: You're helping David with a project, when suddenly General Kirigan decides to give you another one. You give it your all, wanting to prove yourself and that the Darkling wasn't wrong to give you this task. But be careful not to lose your heart in your attempt to get to know the Black General.
Pairing: Aleksander Kirigan/Reader
Characters: Aleksander Kirigan, Reader, Fedyor Kaminsky, David Kostyk, Baghra Morozova
Word Count: 4262
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First, you hear footsteps. Then, voices. You pay them no mind, too focused on your task. You also ignore the sound of clearing of one's throat. What finally gets your attention, is someone positioning themselves in front of you. And only because they're blocking the light.
You raise your head and meet a smile of a Heartrender. Fabian? Felix? Fedyor. That's right. But he's not the one blocking the sun. The person next to him is and he could do it without positioning himself in front of the window. He could do it from the end of the room if he wanted to.
'General,' you greet him politely and you glance at Fedyor again. 'Fedyor.'
'Good afternoon, [Y/N],' the Heartrender says, still smiling. He often smiles. You like that about him.
'Where's David?' General Kirigan asks. He, on the other hand, never smiles. Actually, you don't think you ever saw him smiling. Not that you spend much time with him. You circle completely different orbits. How could you not? You're a mere Durast, while he is the Shadow Summoner and the General of the Second Army.
'In the infirmary,' you answer calmly and return to your work. You miss the frowns on General and Fedyor's faces.
'In the infirmary?' the Heartrender repeats.
'Mhm,' you hum. 'Again.'
'He often ends up there?' General asks.
'Quite,' you confirm. 'But still, he's improving. It's only his third visit today.'
Fedyor's eyes widen, while General closes his. But you don't see it, still engrossed with your work.
'He went there a while ago, though, so he should be back soon,' you say. 'If it's urgent.'
'That depends whether creating some sort of light that could help us cross the Fold without attracting Volcras is urgent in your opinion,' General says, his voice emotionless.
'Ah, that,' you say. 'That's actually why he ended up there. Again. So, don't worry, he's working on it. Well, we are.'
You look up, giving the men a pointed look. General moves to the side a bit after a moment, after understanding that's what you're working on and they're actually interrupting you.
'Sorry,' Fedyor says, sending you a sheepish smile. You shrug.
'It's fine,' you say. 'David only asked me yesterday for help. I'm still trying to understand what he's done so far. And why it's not working like it should. Or works as it shouldn't, like setting David eyebrows on fire.'
General's eyebrows shoot up. Fedyor snorts and marks it with a cough.
'Eyebrows,' Kirigan repeats.
'And eyelashes,' you add. 'For a moment we thought he lost eyes.'
You return to your work. But then someone else calls your name in a tone you know so well. You freeze and exhale slowly. You turn to the coming person with a small smile.
'Petro,' you greet the incoming Tidemaker. He sends you a charming smile. He leans on the table and looks you over.
'[Y/N],' he says. 'You look very nice today. I love your-'
'What do you want?' you interrupt him. Petro freezes, then smiles sheepishly. He pulls out his dagger from his sheath. The dagger is bended in a weird angle. Fedyor tilts his head with a frown, wondering how he managed to do that with Grisha steel. Kirigan stares at it grimly, clearly not impressed.
'Again?' you ask, raising your eyebrows.
'Yeah… could you?' Petro asks, looking at you with puppy eyes. You extend your hand in answer. The Tidemaker hands you the dagger, beaming.
'Thanks, you're the best!' he says. You look the dagger over.
'Mhm,' you hum. 'Come back for it in an hour or so. I should have it-'
'Yeah, yeah, see you then!' Petro interrupts you, still grinning. He salutes to the General, finally seeming to notice him and walks away with a spring in his step.
'I truly don't know what ladies see in him,' Fedyor says. 'He's just so… bleugh.'
You don't answer him, focused on the dagger. The men watch as you grab the blade with your hand, while the other is grabbing the handle. You hum quietly and slowly the metal twists and bends. Merely a minute passes and the dagger looks like new. You nod, satisfied, and put it on the edge of the table. You return to your work, while men give you blank stares.
'Why did you tell him to come back in an hour?' Fedyor can't help but ask.
'Because that's the third time this week, he can wait for it,' you answer. You think you hear a snicker coming from General's lips, but you're sure it's just your imagination.
'And here I thought you're a good, quiet Durast,' Fedyor chuckles.
'Oh, Fedyor,' you say, glancing up at him. 'Never underestimate the quiet people.'
The Heartrender shivers at the look in your eyes. He stares at you, a bit disturbed, but you return to your work. You don't even notice the way General gazes at you. Like you're an interesting puzzle that needs to be solved.
Just then David enters the workshop. He looks a bit ruffled, but seems fine. He has a look of deep concentration on his face, so you know everything's alright with him.
'General,' he says, surprised, stopping, once he notices who's in the room.
'Mr Kostyk, I'm glad you could join us,' General says, putting his hands behind his back. 'I hope you're alright?'
'Um… yes, I'm fine, thank you, General,' David says and walks slowly to you.
'And?' you ask. He gives you a confused look.
'What did we learn today?' you clarify.
'Oh,' David says. 'Not to lean too much over the fire we don't know how works.'
'We don't lean too much over any fire, but that kind especially, yes,' you say. That's when you turn off, completely focusing on your task, since David is here to answer all of General's questions.
The Durast tries his best to explain his progress. But he's standing in front of the fearsome Darkling, so he's nervous. His arms are all over the place. He ends up turning over things on the table. The effect? The dagger on it falls from the table… straight on General's foot. But at the last moment it stops in the air.
Fedyor and General stare at it, surprised. They look up and see David's pale face turned toward you. You, who's holding a piece of paper in one hand, reading it, and have the other one extended toward the dagger. They watch how you move your hand and the blade follows its movements, to finally land back on the table.
'David, I don't think the General fancies the journey to the infirmary,' you comment casually and put down the piece of paper.
'I… I am so sorry, General,' David apologises, flustered.
'It's alright, Mr Kostyk,' Kirigan says, his eyes focused on you. 'Miss [L/N].'
'Hm?' you hum, looking at him with an absent-mind expression.
'I know Mr Kostyk said you're valuable to his work, but I have a different task for you,' General says and you raise your eyebrows at him. 'I was thinking about creating lighter and faster skiffs. And something tells me you're the right Durast for the job.'
You frown, already calculating how would that be possible. Something sparks in your eyes.
'Yeah, I can do that,' you nod. 'No problem, General.'
'I know you won't disappoint me,' Kirigan says and looks at David. 'Neither of you.'
Your friend gulps and bows his head. He elbows you and you do the same. General glances at you one last time and leaves with Fedyor.
'Why did you give her that task out of the blue, sir?' the Heartrender asks, curious.
'That paper in her hand was completely blocking her the sight of the dagger,' General says. 'And yet she stopped it. Without even seeing it's falling. Which proves that she was right and it's better not to underestimate her.'
'How so?' Fedyor asks. General's lips twitch upward.
'Because the silent ones are the most observant ones,' he answers. 'And that also makes me believe she's the right person to be able to make our skiffs faster and lighter.'
He speeds up. Fedyor quickly follows him, lost in thought. They don't speak to each other until they reach the General's chambers.
*
Next time Kirigan sees you, is while you're already working on the skiff with other Durasts and Alkemi. He's pleased to see that the work is going well. He is, though, confused by you.
When he saw you in the workshop, focused on your work, almost alone, you were a completely different person than you are when you are surrounded by other Grisha. People ask you for help almost all the time and you help them with a smile on your face. You're the one responsible for the project, but almost every time you suggest something and someone dismisses the idea, you don't push and you seem to close in yourself.
When the work is done for the day, everyone leaves but you. Kirigan is about to go as well but something stops him. He observes you. The moment others are gone, smile disappears from your face. For the whole time General's been here, he was trying to figure out what was bothering him so much about your behaviour. Now he knows. Your eyes. Your mouth was smiling, but not your eyes. He can see it now, when your lips are turned downward.
He walks out of the shadows and walks slowly to you. You only notice him when he's right next to you. You jump, startled. Seeing it's him, you put a hand on your chest and force yet another smile.
'General,' you greet him. 'I'm sorry, you scared me.'
Kirigan stares at you. You tilt your head, confused.
'Miss [L/N], are you alright?' the man asks.
'I'm fine,' you answer after a moment, turning your face from him. You try to focus on materials in front of you.
'You don't look fine,' Kirigan insists.
'Then stop looking,' you snap. You look at him, startled. He raises his eyebrows.
'I am so sorry, General,' you apologise. The man frowns, seeing how you seem to cower, becoming smaller than you are. It doesn't seem like the girl who told David off for almost hurting him and stopped the dagger from hurting him even not looking at it.
'I think I'm just tired', you try to excuse yourself, looking away from him again. 'It's been a long day and we had some problems. I swear it won't happen-'
'Do not pretend that you are some meek, pathetic little girl, when I can see that vicious mind working behind your eyes,' Kirigan interrupts you harshly. You flinch and look at him with surprise. He stares at you coldly. He doesn't even know why he's so annoyed by your change in behaviour. It frustrates him.
'Sir?' you ask, confused. He clears his throat.
'I've watched you today,' he says and is even more surprised. 'How is it, that when I last saw you, you told a boy to wait for his dagger and today you were doing everything people asked of you at once, often stopping your own work?'
You stare at him in silence. You don't say a word, still don't act like when he saw you that day. However, something changes in your eyes. Something that he saw then and couldn't quite place it. But now he knows. He sees it every day in his eyes.
'You're full of anger,' he says. He reaches out to you and puts a loose strand of hair behind your ear. It makes you shiver.
'Why?' he asks. You don't answer. You stare at him blankly. He doesn't push. After a moment he allows his hand to drop and turns to walk away. He takes a few steps-
'I am angry because of my father,' you speak up. Kirigan stops. He smiles. There.
'I can hold a grudge like it's a hand,' you say. General turns. He raises his eyebrows.
'Your father,' he repeats. He crosses his arms. The look in his eyes tells you he waits for more. To be honest, you don't know why you told him that at all. But there's no turning back now, is there?
'He's not a good person,' you say slowly. 'I think… he hated me for not being a boy. He definitely let me felt that. I don't think I ever saw him in a good mood.'
'What about your mother?' General asks. You smile against your will.
'She was trying to always ease his anger,' you say. 'I always admired that in her. She was smiling and helping others, even when she was sad, scared or tired.'
'And you're trying to do the same thing,' Kirigan understands. You nod.
'I have my mother's joy and my father's anger in me,' you say. 'They're always at war.'
'You're angry because you believe your father didn't love you?' Aleksander asks. 'I'm sure that's not true.'
That's a lie, obviously. He's seen many parents beating their children for the smallest things. And doing other things to them. But he wants you to say more and he knows this will. The look you give him, tells him he's right.
'The moment my he realised I'm a Grisha, he grabbed me, took me to the Little Palace and demanded a really fancy price for me,' you say, your voice void of any emotions. 'He didn't even let me say goodbye to my mother.'
Kirigan stares at you in silence, not sure what to say. You smile sadly at him.
'So, I think it's safe to say I have a father, but I never had a dad,' you say and shake your head after a moment. 'I don't even know why I'm telling you all this. Sir. Or why do you care…'
You give him a curious but also a wary look. General clasps his hands behind his back. The usual 'mask' is on his face.
'It's my duty to care about Grisha under my care,' he says. 'Make sure they're well.'
You hum, your eyes not leaving his face. You tilt your head. There's something in your look… a question.
'What is it?' Kirigan asks.
'What about your father?' you blurt out. 'What was he like? The former Darkling?'
'I never knew him,' General says after a long pause slowly. 'I grew up outside the Little Palace, away from him. Safety reasons.'
'Right, yes, of course,' you say, nodding. 'And… your mother?'
He tenses. He looks away. His lips press into a thin line.
'She loves me in some way,' he answers after a moment wistfully.
'She's alive?' you ask.
'Yes,' that's all he answers.
'It must have been hard,' you say.
'Lonely, mostly,' General says before he can stop himself. You nod and look down.
'Loneliness can be the worst kind of torture,' you say quietly. Kirigan looks at you, stunned, but you don't see it. He opens his mouth but then closes them again. You look up at him and force another smile on your face.
'I should finish this up and retire to bed,' you say and bow respectfully to him. 'General.'
'Goodnight, Miss [L/N],' he says, nodding.
'Goodnight, General,' you respond. Kirigan stares at you for a moment longer, then turns and leaves. He stops behind a corner. He clenches his fists. He won't. He won't. He won't. But he does. He turns and peeks from behind the wall.
You're standing where he left you, carefully putting things away. There's that sad look on your face again. It stirs something in Kirigan. He doesn't know what. But he doesn't like it. Nor the need to find a reason for you to be happy.
*
Are you surprised the materials you figure out you need are far away from Os Alta? No. Do you insist you need to get them yourself to properly inspect them? Yes. Coincidentally, General Kirigan is heading to a town nearby, because that's where one of your regiments is stationed. So, you and few other Grisha are riding there with the Darkling himself.
You visit the regiment first. You walk around with curiosity, as you've never been this close to war. You decide you don't necessarily want to be. You're glad when you leave that town and head to the one with your supplies. You don't stay long there. You quickly find what you need, inspect it and argue about the price. Satisfied, you head home.
At some point you take a break in a forest. After a discussion you decide to stay for the night. Kirigan leaves setting up the camp to others and goes for a reconnaissance. You never know where you can meet Fjerdan or Shu-Han's spies. And sure enough, he finds one.
The Fjerdan panics at the sight of the Darlking himself and falls from the tree he was hiding on. It catches Kirigan off guard, so he has to duck, as the Fjerdan uses the moment of confusion to fire a gun at him. He cries and throws himself at General. There's a short struggle and a moment later Kirigan throws the dead body from his own. He huffs and stands up.
He hears a sound of a gun clicking behind him. He tenses. He expects the other man to fire… but instead of gunshots he hears gurgles. He frowns and turns swiftly, ready to use the Cut. He's surprised to see the man tense and… wriggling in place? A moment later he falls on the ground, unconscious, revealing you with your hands brought together.
'How did you…?' General asks after a moment, shocked. You let your hands drop.
'Durasts can do more things than just create things, you know,' you say, raising an eyebrow. 'We can manipulate anything that's solid. Like metals. And one of metals is iron. Which is an important part of blood that flows in our veins.'
'So… you manipulated the iron in his body?' Kirigan slowly says, astonished, glancing at the man at your feet. 'How did you discover you can do that?'
'Focus, girl,' Baghra's voice rings in your ears. 'Focus on every bit of metal in this house. What can you feel?'
'Steel… bronze… copper… brass…' your younger self said on that day during your lesson with the old woman, '… silver… iron… Lots and lots of iron.'
'Iron,' Baghra repeated, frowning. Which you couldn't see, because your eyes were closed.
'Focus on iron,' the woman said, curious. 'Try to call it to you.'
You nodded again and exhaled slowly. You brought your hands together and concentrated on iron. For a moment there's nothing. Then you heard Baghra's surprised gasp and groan.
'S-stop!' she barked, her voice strained. You quickly dropped your hands and opened your eyes. The woman was breathing heavily and clutching her stomach. She looked up at you, surprised… and impressed? No, can't be. Not Baghra.
'You can control iron in human's body,' she said. 'Not many Durasts can do that…'
You blush, still embarrassed that you almost caused Baghra to bleed, because you called to yourself iron in her blood cells. You clear your throat and look away.
'During one lesson with Baghra,' you answer General's question. 'I sensed iron in her house and she told me to call it to me. We had no idea I was sensing the iron in our bodies. I… may have… almost do to her what I did to that Fjerdan.'
Oh, how Kirigan would love to see that. See Baghra surprised and gasping for breath. Almost killed by a hand of a Durast still in training.
'Impressive,' General says. He wants to say more, but then other Grisha run from behind the trees, calling him. They separate you two, asking if he's alright and checking the state of the two spies. The alive one is taken as a hostage to interrogate. They dispose of the body of the other one and you all return to the camp. General doesn't see or talk to you again that night.
In fact, the next time he has a chance to talk to you is on the day you return to the Little Palace. Or rather, later at night. He's just finished a rather frustrating meeting and goes to the kitchen to grab something to eat as a late supper. Or maybe early breakfast. However, what he sees inside the kitchen, causes him to stop dead in his tracks.
'[Y/N]?' he asks, surprised. 'It's four a.m., why are you baking a cake? And what's with the party decorations and sweets?'
He stares at you, standing in front of a table and spreading a cream on the sponge cake. Like he said, there are party decorations in the room and more sweet things to eat. You lick the spoon in your hand and look at him calmly.
'I'm celebrating the death of my sleep schedule and sanity,' you answer and reach into a bowl with cookies, then offer one to him. 'Want a cookie?'
General is silent for a moment, trying to understand this bizarre situation. Finally, he sighs and sits down opposite to you.
'Might as well,' he answers and takes the offered cookie. You nod at him and return to your task. He watches you as you do that.
'It calms me down,' you explain. 'Baking. When I'm stressed or angry. Or both.'
'Is it my doing?' General asks. 'The task I asked you to complete?'
'No,' you deny, shaking your head, but then think. 'Well, yes and no. It's because I'm a perfectionist. Everything I do has to be perfect. And when it isn't, when something is not going how I want, I get frustrated. So, I bake. And today I understood that this task is exciting, but also challenging… which I love, don't worry… so I'm going to sleep less. Hence, the little party.'
Kirigan stares at you. He hums and eats his cookie.
'I see,' he says and suddenly freezes, as if remembering something. 'I didn't thank you, did I? For saving my life.'
'I'm sure you'd have been fine,' you dismiss him, shrugging.
'Nevertheless, you saved my life,' General says. 'Thank you.'
'You're welcome,' you say, looking down, embarrassed. You finish your cake in silence. When it's done, you cut both of you a piece of it and you eat in silence. Until Kirigan asks:
'Why didn't you kill him?'
'I've never killed before,' you answer after a moment of careful consideration. 'It's not something I want to do. One of the many reasons I'm glad I'm a Durast, not a Heartrender.'
General doesn't say anything to that. You continue to eat the cake in silence. Then, you stand up and slowly start cleaning up. Clearly, you're dragging out the moment of going to sleep.
'I'm starting to think you're a masochist,' Kirigan says, a bit amused.
'Look who's talking,' you say, not looking at him. He freezes.
'What do you mean?' he asks, his voice a bit hard. You carefully think about your answer.
'When you told me about your parents… I saw something in your eyes,' you say finally. 'I couldn't understand it for some time. Until I looked in the mirror and saw the haunting look I always have whenever I think of my time before I came to the Little Palace.'
You turn to look at him. He stares at you coldly. It doesn't faze you.
'Something happened to you when you were younger,' you say. 'And it haunts your soul, hurting you… maybe even destroying you.'
'I'm fine,' Kirigan says harshly after a moment. 'I don't need any… help.'
'You don't need… or you don't want it?' you ask and look away. 'Sometimes we don't want to heal, because the pain is the last link to what we've lost.'
Suddenly, you're slammed against the wall, your wrists pinned on the sides of your head. You look with surprise, and a bit of fear, at General's angry face hovering above yours.
'Don't ever try to get inside my head,' he snarls. For several beats you stay there, his grip crushing your wrists. Finally, his dark eyes soften.
'It's too dark for you,' he says and lets go of you. He turns and walks away, watched by you.
'Goodnight,' he calls over his shoulder. He's almost at the door, when you blurt out:
'Show me your thorns and I'll show you hands ready to bleed.'
He freezes. Your heart is beating fast. You have no idea why you said that. But when he turns his head to look at you with surprise, he meets your determined gaze. Because something draws you to him. Maybe because your past is similar. Maybe because you're both lonely. But you know one thing. You don't want him to be in pain.
General frowns at you. He opens his mouth, but not a word comes out. He turns and walks away briskly. You stand in place for a moment. Then, you finish cleaning up and go to sleep.
In the morning you find an envelope under your door. Curious, you pick it up. It's black and is addressed to you in a familiar writing. You take out a note and read it. It says:
Something must be done about your rest schedule. I don't want the Durast responsible for building my new skiffs falling dead from exhaustion. From now on, I expect you in my chambers at seventeen for a cup of tea. No arguing. No excuses. You're to be there.
Sincerely,
General Kirigan
You smile.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could.
This can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52696933/chapters/133293721
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euphoniumpets · 10 months
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I can't help falling in love with you slowly | Aleksander Morozova x reader
Summary: Ever since Aleksander had existed, he never thought of marrying or having the kind of love where the other one would sacrifice their love for each other, but with his duties of being the General, the council suggest of him finding a marriage and that's where you came in. You have dreamt of finding the kind of love that your parents had but it was all changed when they decided you to marry off with the General.
Requested? Yes by @nyctophilic0vitnir: Hello there 🙋🏻‍♀️! If requests are still open, I was thinking of an Aleksander Morozova x f!reader where they're in an arranged marriage; she's unyielding and cold, he's trying to make it work? Perhaps a you ger version of him? Feel free to play around with the idea as you see fit 😊.
A/N: thank you for requesting love, hope you enjoy this fic that i came up with, xo. Decided to put the reader's point of view in this one and yes, i did have some inspiration from HOTD.
Warnings: arranged marriage? Aleksander might be ooc in this one lol.
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Your parents decided to marry you off to the general. It brought grief and distraught because all you ever wanted the kind of love where they would sacrifice for each other. The kind of love where you had seen once in your life, but you knew that you were never going to experience that.
Not since when you were a first born in your heir as a Targaryen. Your parents expected great things for you since you were the only first female heir named to the next line.
You have heard of him - the general. Most people saw him as a handsome, powerful grisha for the second army, but some feared him for being a shadow summoner. You didn't blame them, knowing the unknown and powerful men.
During the marriage, you didn't spoke to him even when the two of you were alone. That all changed when your mother decided to host a ball to celebrate your marriage for the people.
You didn't like parties, you would often find yourself somewhere in the castle alone since you enjoyed your own company than rather anyone else.
So, when Aleksander saw you walking away while he was having conversations with the people he didn't enjoy, a slight concern creeped up to him. He cared for you, he would admit that since he had seen the look in your eyes for something.
The longing in your eyes and the disappointed look in your eyes when your mother had decided to marry you off to him. He followed after you where you had walked off to the balcony where he saw you staring off in the distance.
''Are you enjoying the party?'' Aleksander spoke and saw you turning around slowly. He looked at you and gave you a small smile before standing next to you.
''Technically?'' You replied with a hesitant voice as a smile formed on your lips before you shook your head. ''I'm not fond of parties,'' Aleksander heard you speak and letting out a chuckle.
''Wanna hear a secret?'' Aleksander replied and nudged your elbow slightly. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. ''Me neither,'' He admitted, making you chuckle at his teasing demanor. It was the first time the two of you that had ever spoken with each other.
''I know, that this isn't what you want,'' Aleksander began to say and looked at you. ''Our marriage,'' He replied.
''It isn't just that,'' You spoke and faced your body to him. ''It's just... I didn't knew that I was going to marry so soon,''
''I apologize that if I have upset you with my behaviour for the last couple of days,'' You began to say before he cut you off. ''No, I understand, believe me, I would do it too, but I want it to work, between me and you,''
''Are you sure?'' You asked him with a hesitant voice. Aleksander looked at you and smiled softly. For the first time in your life, maybe you could get the love you always wanted for once and for all.
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ramadiiiisme · 1 year
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I’m here (Darkling/You)
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A/N: Requested by my lovey @stardustmorozov ages ago and I never posted it so here we go!
Aleksander's hold on you is steadfast yet impossibly soft as he walks you through the Little Palace. His kefta is wrapped around you, accompanied by his arm but you're still freezing and people's looks aren't helping.
Your kidnapping had been on everybody's lips for the days since the time you were taken and while you know they're all relieved you're mostly unharmed you just want to be alone with your commander.
You've even refused a Healer, it was only scrapes and bruises anyway and although you can tell Aleksander doesn't approve he hasn't argued his point.
"We'll be outside if you need us." Fedyor says before he closes the door, leaving the two of you alone in the commander's chambers.
"Come here." Aleksander says, pulling you against him as he rocks you gently in his arms. "I didn't think I'd ever get to hold you like this again." He whispers into your hair and you can feel his body tremble against yours.
"You know you can't get rid of me that easily." You joke, even as your own vision blurs with tears. "I'm alright, love."  
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heaven4lostgirls · 11 months
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Part two to your general kirigan x grisha!fem!reader please 🙏🏼
Act like you love me
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General Kirigan x reader
a/n: hii!! This is a lot longer than I thought it would be however I’m not mad at it!! I hope you enjoy<3
General Kirigan needed to find a way to get you back, but having you understand his plan for power was near the bottom of his list as he needed to gain the trust of Alina Starkov and put his year long plan in motion. His anger was palpable as he saw you helping Alina’s tracker friend through the castle, he was jealous that even if you were just being polite that Mal was able to hear your voice whilst all you ever gave him was a firm nod.
As you passed by General Kirigan you nodded your head and watched as he clenched his jaw, some part of you felt some sick satisfaction that he hated seeing you with anyone else as much as you hated seeing him with Alina.
Talking to Mal didn’t pain you as much as you thought it would, you had both realised that you had both lived at the same orphanage that Alina and him came from only a few years older than him. You two spoke of Keramzin and how odd it was at the Little Palace since you both were never used to such royalty.
Kirigan watched as a smile spread across your face in the middle of an animated conversation with Mal as you both waited for Alina to finish changing in order for him to speak with her.
Jealousy flooded his body as he felt his eyes sharpen into a glare, almost as if you felt his stare you turned around to look at him in an almost doll like confused manner.
His eyebrows furrow as he glares at Mal and suddenly it clicks with you that he’s jealous of the tracker. You almost giggle at how comical that a thousand year old dark heretic is jealous over a mundane tracker.
You realize you could have fun with this and make your way to the ballroom where everyone is conversing and introduce Mal to the important people and make sure to mention that he is ‘important’, to you or to destroying the fold? you never explain and They don’t question you.
Kirigan is slowly losing his patience as he watches you parade Mal around as if you two are together, he resists the urge to have his shadows choke the living daylights out of Mal’s innocent expression.
You’re fighting to smirk everytime you see Kirgans shadows wrap around his clenched fists and Mal seems to notice somethings up before he has to leave to meet Alina, he glances between you and a currently glaring Kirigan and makes the cheeky move to kiss your cheek and scurry away as he watches Kirigan stomp over, abandoning his conversation with someone probably important.
“Y/N” his voice sounds as soft and gentle as the times he murmured it in your ear as he held you face.
“Kirigan” you nod at him before you make a move to walk away from him. His heart broke hearing his last name leave your mouth, it was always Aleksander with him, never Kirigan.
“Don’t- don’t do that y/n, call me Aleksander again, please. Let me be yours again please my love” his voice is calm and collected but only you could hear the underlying desperation under it.
“You chose Alina General, I cannot fault you for that but in doing so you have to know that I will never be second choice to-“
“Stop. You’re never second choose y/n, you are my first, last and everything inbetween. Alina is a means to and end please do not mistake our alliance for anything more than it is, an alliance”
You scoff as you hear the words leave his mouth.
“An alliance Kirigan? Is that what you told Zoya was happening when you would summon me to your chambers at all hours of the night, like a little lapdog waiting at your beck and call, is that what I am to you? An alliance?” You hiss at him, pure venom dripping off your tongue.
“Listen to me y/n, I will love heaven and earth for you, my heart beats for you. Don’t let this be the end of us, you know that I care for you y/n. God dammit I love you!” His voice raises the slightest bit in frustration and it’s enough to have a few guests turn around to see what’s happening but he waves them off with a cool smirk and nod before he turns his dark eyes back to you.
“Love? Kirigan I-“
“Tell me you don’t love me and I will leave you alone”
“I-“
“Tell me your heart does not beat for me as mine does for you, tell me you care not of whether I die trying to tear down the fold. Tell me now”
“I can’t” it’s whispered, soft spoken.
“I love you Aleksander” and suddenly you are being pulled by your arm to the map room where he places you on a table to press his lips to yours.
“You are the reason my blood continues to flow through my veins” he mutters as his forehead leans against yours.
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mistiell · 1 year
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Strange Love Pt.2
Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Healer! Reader
Summary: Your first day at the little palace goes relatively well. Until the General tells you that if you don’t take his offer to become an Oprichnik, you’ll be tried for treason.
Warnings: None as far as I’m aware
Word count: 2.3k
Part 1 < current > Part 3
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The sun is just barely peeking through the window of your bedroom when you wake from a fitful sleep. The room is cold, the crisp chill of the steadily approaching Ravkan winter seeping through the glass panes of your window, forcing you further into your cocoon of blankets. After a nice long shower and some much needed dinner the night before, you'd returned to your room and passed out the moment your head had come into contact with your pillow.
With a sigh, you roll yourself onto your back, an arm thrown over your eyes to block out the annoying sliver of light that just so happens to be angled directly at your face. It can’t be later than six bells in the morning, breakfast won’t be served for at least another hour. You decide you might as well spend some time exploring. Getting to know the layout of the palace should aid you in escaping.
You roam the halls until breakfast, eating quickly before scurrying out of the dining hall. As confident as you are in your abilities, you feel it would be best to avoid Zoya for as long as possible. You’re halfway around a corner when you bump into someone, knocking you off balance.
When you regain your footing and open your mouth to apologise, you see the person you’ve just run into is none other than the heartrender you had rendered unconscious. He’s got a bandage on his forehead that you assume is because of you, “Oh, um… Hi.”
You offer him a nervous smile and he returns it, though his is a lot brighter than yours, “Hi. I’m Fedyor.”
Oh, so this is Fedyor. Great.
“Oh, Saints. Sorry for, uhm,” You point weakly at your own forehead to mirror where the bandage sits on his and he chuckles.
“It’s alright. I would have done the same.” His smile is contagious, but you still can’t help but feel bad.
“I can heal it for you, if you’d like.” He shakes his head.
“Don’t worry about it. I was actually going to head to the infirmary right after I fetched you for the General.”
“General Kirigan wants to see me?” You ask, stomach twisting up in a knot.
“During lunch, yes.” He states, sensing your hesitance, “It’s nothing bad. I think.”
That does nothing to quell your nerves, but you force a smile nonetheless, “Alright. Thank you for letting me know.”
“Of course. Anyway, I’m off to the infirmary. I’ll see you later?” His words fill you with a pleasant warmth, briefly wondering if you’d made a friend.
The feeling is quickly squashed when you remember you don’t plan on staying.
“Yeah.” Your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes, “Later.”
The hours after your encounter with Fedyor fly by. Practice in the anatomy room goes relatively smoothly. It seems your abilities are almost up to par with the others despite your lack of training, which is a pleasant surprise. Before you know it, lunch has rolled around and you find yourself standing outside of the war room.
You knock on the dark wooden doors, noting the carvings that mimic the ones to the dormitories, though this one bares a moon in eclipse. Your heart is thudding rapidly against your ribs when you hear the sound of his ‘Come in!’. You push them open and step through the doorway.
As you close the door behind you, your gaze roams over the room. There’s a large circular table in the centre of the room with what looks like well thought out plans scattered about the surface. Books and maps line the walls and the desk pressed against the far wall. It’s there that you spot the General sat looking over an important looking piece of parchment.
“General Kirigan.” He turns to you with a tiny smile that has you glancing over his shoulder to avoid eye contact, “You wanted to see me, sir?”
“Yes, I did.” He states, gesturing towards a chair he’d pulled up beside his desk, “Please, sit.”
You make your way over and sit down wordlessly, picking at the grey embroidery on your kefta.
“I want to discuss your place here.”
“I thought you didn’t owe me an explanation?” You smirk and he huffs a soft laugh.
“I don’t, but I didn’t think it would be fair to leave you in the dark.” He states, gaze shifting to be a little more serious, “Do you know how I choose my oprichniki?” You shake your head, “Skill is an important factor. Ivan and Fedyor are two of the most capable heartrenders I know. They’ve trained for years, honing and perfecting their skills. What I want to know is,” He stares at you as if you were a puzzle, trying to put you together while missing half the pieces, “How did you manage to overpower him so easily?”
You’re silent for a moment. Should you tell him? What could he really do with the information if you gave it to him?
“I sped up my heart rate while he was slowing it. It wasn’t exactly easy, but I managed it.” His brows raise ever so slightly. He hums, and you think he almost looks impressed. You feel an odd sense of pride swell in your chest and can’t help the cocky little smile that creeps up on your lips. “That’s why you want to make me an oprichnik, isn’t it? I impressed you.”
He hums again, this one sounding a little more apprehensive as he narrows his eyes at you. There’s still a slight curl to the corners of his mouth that tells you you haven’t crossed a line, “Something like that. Speaking of, that brings me to my next point. The second quality I look for is loyalty, which is arguably more important than the first.” The humour slips from his face, his gaze turning intense, “Before I can place you in this position, I have to make sure you don’t have any intention of leaking any…important information, to outside sources.”
“What makes you so sure I want to be placed in this position?” He looks back down at the papers on his desk and sighs.
“If you don’t accept the position, you’ll likely be tried for treason.”
“Treason?!” You exclaim before clearing your throat in an attempt to compose yourself, “I haven’t done anything to justify being tried for treason.”
“Helping Grisha flee the country means less soldiers in the King’s army, which hurts our chance at winning the war,” When he looks at you, there’s something akin to sympathy swirling in those dark eyes, “No matter how pure your intentions were, they won’t see it that way.”
Anxiety prickles under your skin at the thought, but you furrow your brows stubbornly, “I told you. I run a clinic. Wherever they end up after they leave my home has nothing to do with me.”
He realizes that whether you’re trying to stretch the truth or not, technically, you wouldn’t be lying. You really wouldn’t know where exactly your patients end up after they leave. Still, he doubts you’d win against the king, “Would you like to take your chances?”
There’s a beat of silence, and then you huff frustratedly, “No.”
“Then I suggest you do your best to prove yourself.”
You have to stop yourself from scoffing. You’ve never been one that likes to be given orders, something he picks up on when he sees the way your jaw works and the way you glare over his shoulder for a split second, “What exactly do I need to do to achieve that, sir?”
If he picks up on the passive aggressiveness of your tone, he doesn’t say anything, “Well for one, you’ll continue your training with the other Corporalki.”
Alright, that’s doable.
“You’ll also be helping me with some of my paperwork.”
“What?” You frown, confused, “Didn’t you just say you have to make sure I won’t leak anything?”
“I did, and I will.” He states. It’s infuriatingly vague, but you don’t press him. Instead, you sigh.
“When should I start?” He smiles a little, grateful for your cooperation.
“You’ll report here after dinner every evening starting tonight. As for how long you stay, that’s entirely up to you.”
You nod, “Is that all?”
He thinks for a moment before nodding back, “That’s all.”
You leave without another word.
That evening after dinner, you find yourself outside the War Room once more. This time when you enter, the general is not sitting at his desk, nor is he standing at the war table. In fact, you’re unsure of whether or not you’ve got the time right—you swear it’s just after six bells in the evening—seeing as he doesn’t appear to be here at all.
You venture a little further into the room, hovering near his desk to skim some of the papers resting there. There’s a half finished letter sitting in the centre and you take a moment to admire the penmanship. His writing is rushed but admittedly very pretty as far as handwriting goes, the letters slender and slanted ever so slightly to the right.
There’s a distant thud to your right that sounds like a drawer closing and it’s then that you notice another door, one you hadn’t noticed when you’d been here earlier. It’s cracked open enough that when you lean forward over the desk to get a better look, you can see the corner of a bed and the edge of a dark wooden dresser. You lean a little further, placing a hand on the desk to brace yourself, and see someone standing in front of it. Someone who appears to be in the middle of getting dressed.
Your face flushes and you immediately right yourself as you realise that you’ve just seen none other than General Kirigan bare from the waist up. Granted, you only caught a glimpse of his back and shoulders, but it was enough to set your cheeks aflame and let loose a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.
You back away from his desk and glance down at the papers again, finding a couple of the letters smudged a bit. A little panicked now, you look at your hands and find several backwards letters printed on your fingertips.
“Y/n.” You practically jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice, going completely rigid as you clasp your wrist behind your back and attempt to wipe the ink off on your kefta. He’s dressed now, donning a black robe that leaves a sliver of his collarbone visible. When you catch yourself staring, your gaze slides back up to his face and you find an amused smirk hung on his lips.
“Gen-,” Your voice cracks up an octave and you clear your throat, “General Kirigan.”
“I apologise for leaving you waiting. I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” He comes closer and you back up to let him pull out his chair and sit down. There’s an awkward pause where you simply stand there rocking back and forth on your heels until he gestures to the armchair, smiling at you, “You can sit down.”
“Oh, right.” You curse yourself for being so flustered as you settle into the chair, “So, what am I helping you with?”
“You’ll be reading over and summarising some documents for me.” He sets a fair sized stack of papers to the side of his desk closest to you and hands you a large notepad and a pen. He clears off a little space next to the papers for you and looks up at you apologetically, “I hope you don’t mind sharing a desk.”
You shrug your shoulders and shake your head, taking the pen and scooting the chair closer to the desk. The documents he has you reading over don’t seem to be incredibly important, and summarising them proves to be a relatively easy task.
As you sit there writing away, the general can’t help but glance at you out of the corner of his eye. Your brows are slanted downward ever so slightly in concentration, pen scratching against the parchment fast as you scrawl letters across the surface. He shakes his head subtly, turning his attention back to his own work.
Maybe two hours later, you sit back in your chair with a subtle huff and attempt to roll the stiffness out of your wrist.
“Perhaps we should take a break.” When you look up, you find the general leaned back in his own chair.
“That might be best.”
You take a few moments to look around the room once more, gaze landing on the nearest bookshelf and as you try to make out the titles from where you sit.
“Did you grow up in Duva?” He asks suddenly and you turn to him a little confused.
“Yes, why?” You answer hesitantly, unsure of his sudden interest in your life.
“Just curious.” He pauses, gaze flitting over your face, “I’d like to get to know you better.”
You pause and he notices the apprehensive look on your face. Still, you shrug, “What do you want to know?”
“What was it like living there?”
“It was just my mother and I and she rarely ever let me accompany her into town, so there really isn’t much to tell.” You state and he frowns.
“Why wouldn’t she let you go?” He asks and you shrug again.
“She said it was something about keeping me safe. Didn’t stop me from sneaking out when I was older, though.” You huff a soft laugh and he smiles at you before his brows furrow in confusion.
“You were alone when Zoya and the others found you.” He watches you tense and immediately regrets his words. A pained look flashes across your face before you will it to remain neutral.
You glance over his shoulder and swallow, “I was.”
There’s a moment of silence before the realisation dawns on him and a pang of sad understanding blooms in his chest, “I see.”
When you nod curtly and wordlessly return to your work, he takes it as a sign to stop talking and return to what he was doing. You only stay another hour before bidding him a rushed goodnight.
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aleks-kirigan · 8 months
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Found - A.M
A/N: I have had a request to do an enemies to lovers story with my Sasha. Thank you @flostvs1508 for this idea. I am really enjoying writing this mini series. Hope you enjoy this.
"General," Fedyor called.
General Aleksander Kirigan turned around, looking straight at his soldier. "We found her, sir."
Finally, he thought. They had finally found her. Her with the powers to summon moonlight, her with the dark brown locks and even prettier eyes. Her name was Y/N Y/L/N. She was thought to be wounded and dead during battle.
But the General and his army were proved to be wrong. You were alive, living in one of the slums in Ketterdam. To be quite honest, Aleksander had always adored you. From the way you walked, to how you handled your problems with grace and ease.
Whatever Aleksander was about to do, whomever he was going to meet, would have to wait.
"Follow me," he said to Fedyor as they both rushed to his war room. "Can you pinpoint where she is on this map," he asked as he unrolled a map that was laid messily on his table.
Fedyor pointed to somewhere in Ketterdam. Aleksander leaned back as he studied the safest route there and back. He nodded to himself before relaying his plan to Fedyor. Once he had explained how he had hoped this plan would go, he asked Fedyor to gather the most powerful Grisha to help him succeed in this heist.
In his team would be Ivan, Fedyor and Zoya. He didn't need a lot of people to attract the attention of anybody else.
Finally, he found you. Now, he was going to get you back.
No matter the cost.
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marvelmusing · 2 years
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A Dance
Pairing: Aleksander Morozov x Fem!Reader
Summary: Despite your position in the First Army, your mother is eager to see you married. As a result, you’re persuaded to attend the first ball of the season. Luckily your brother Ivan is there, along with husband, Fedoyr, and the charming General Kirigan.
A/N: Ivan and the reader are portrayed as brother and sister, but there’s no physical description of the reader or mentions of a biological relationship between them so it’s as inclusive as possible
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“Vanya, please.” You beg desperately.
Ivan takes in your wide eyes and panicked breathing. He doesn’t hesitate, responding immediately. His arm loops around yours, guiding the two of you through the crowd of nobles gathered in the main hall of the Grand Palace.
Your fingers curl into the thick fabric of his kefta, and your vision swims as you attempt to figure out where he’s leading you.
As your older brother, Ivan has always sought to protect you, and vice versa. You were the first person he told when he wanted to propose to Fedoyr, and you’ve supported his every decision with unwavering loyalty.
The same can’t be said for your mother. She has always harboured a thinly veiled disdain for Grisha, particularly their General - the Darkling.
As Ravka’s lead cartographer and strategist, you have worked hard to secure your position as a Lieutenant of the First Army. Unfortunately, that does not provide you with an excuse to avoid this year’s courting season.
Ivan steers you both to the other side of the room, and you soon notice the two figures he is approaching.
You manage to smile briefly at Fedoyr, and his expression warms at the sight of you on Ivan’s arm. The two of you have always gotten along, much to Ivan’s faux exasperation.
“General,” Ivan greets the Darkling with a respectful nod. “May I present my sister.” He introduces you, and the General takes your hand carefully within his own. You drop into a short curtsy as he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss that you can feel warming it’s way through the fabric of your glove.
“Lieutenant Volkova, isn’t it?” The sound of your title, the one you earned not the one you were born with, brings a smile to your face. You’re surprised the General remembers your name, Ivan had taken Fedoyr’s last name. He was more a Kaminsky than he was ever a Volkov.
“Yes sir. It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”
“I believe you are to meet with me at the Little Palace in a few days time, Lieutenant.” Some of the tension leaves your shoulders, reassured by the reminder that you’re more than the pampered and prettied version of you thrust under the eyes of the court.
“That is correct sir.”
Ivan is in the middle of explaining that your mother had coerced you into partaking in this year’s season, when Fedoyr interrupts with a warning of,
“Incoming.” You turn your head in the direction of his gaze. Your mother is making her way towards your small group, and your heart rate picks up. She doesn’t waste time with a polite greeting.
“The Duke of Halmhend has requested your hand for the evening.”
Your stomach turns as you spot the man your mother is referring to. The Duke of Halmhend is a reasonably attractive man, and can often be somewhat charming.
It wasn’t often that you visited your family home, but during your last few visits the Duke had also miraculously dropped by for a visit. You don’t appreciate your mother’s attempts at matchmaking. Especially when the man is a Fjerdan Duke, who is also notoriously anti-Grisha and not particularly fond of Ravka - the country that you love and serve.
You find yourself lying on instinct.
“Please express my apologies to the Duke, but General Kirigan has already offered himself as my consort for the evening.” She doesn’t try to hide her displeasure.
“General Kirigan?” You smile and nod, hoping to every Saint above that she doesn’t cause any sort of scene.
“Isn’t that kind of him, madraya?”
She barely looks at the General, instead deciding to gift you with a rather frosty look before saying,
“I suppose I will be informing the Duke.” She spares Ivan a brief glance, before adding a sharp, “Good evening.”
The two of you breathe a sigh of relief, both of your shoulders slumping slightly as she disappears into the crowd.
“Saints, I can’t breathe.” You remark, fluttering your fan in attempt to cool the panicked flush from your skin. Your heart slows slightly, and your lungs feel less heavy. A small smile quirks at your lips as you spot a familiar hand movement from Ivan. “Don’t let mother catch you doing that.”
There’s a touch of sadness in your shared expression, and he squeezes your elbow between his fingers. You swallow hard, looking down at the skirt of your dress.
“I can’t marry him Vanya.” You admit, struggling through the emotion gathered in your throat. “He wants heirs. I refuse to bring children into a war torn world, and if they’re born Grisha… you know what he’ll do.”
He regards you solemnly. He knows what you mean. The unfortunate accidents that befall Grisha children from noble families who showcase their abilities too soon. Luckily Ivan’s power revealed itself when he was old enough to know he needed to hide it, until the Grisha testers arrived.
You had begged them to test you too, but you were otkazat’sya through and through. Despite the differences between you both, you would always have each other’s backs. You had lost your brother’s and your father to the war. Ivan was all you had left.
His arm curls around your waist, keeping you close, and staring down any man who considers approaching your group. Not that anyone would dare to with the Black General standing in front of you.
You had never met the General before, but Ivan had always spoke highly of him. You admired the man, who had provided your brother with a safe place to live and to achieve all he had done. The General was well known as the leader of the Second Army, and as a shadow summoner, the descendant of the Black Heretic.
Now that the man was standing in front of you, you couldn’t help but admire him for another reason. His black kefta fits his form perfectly, and the colour ensures that he stands out amongst the other keftas and bright colours worn by members of the court. His dark hair is thick, with not a strand out of place. You can’t deny the warmth that bloomed under your skin when his deep, dark eyes had met your own.
“You won’t marry him.” Ivan insists. Your brother has always been determined, a trait inherited from your father. A small, bitter smile tugs at your lips.
“There’s not much you can do Ivan. You’re practically estranged.”
“I don’t care. You’re not marrying him.” You nod in agreement.
“I’m not.”
The General steps away slightly, before turning to directly face you. The three of you all look at him curiously.
“I believe the waltz will be starting soon.” He informs you, holding his hand out towards you. Your cheeks warm, and you hurry to assure him.
“Thank you sir, but you don’t need to. I only sought to escape from the Duke.”
“And when the dancing begins and you appear to be unattended? Do you believe he will leave you in peace for the evening?” Your lips part as you attempt to refuse his offer. But he’s right. Not only that, but the thought of dancing with the General has butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
The General’s hand doesn’t drop, as he glances between your eyes and Ivan’s face.
“May I?” His voice is soft, asking for your consent as well as Ivan’s permission. Your eyes flicker to your brother, who nods.
“If it’s what you want.” He tells you quietly. You nod with a smile, before taking the General’s outstretched hand. Even through your gloves, you can feel the firm warmth of his fingers as they curl around your own. He smiles widely at you, and your heart skips for a moment. Your cheeks warm, knowing that Ivan and Fedoyr can both sense your reaction.
The crowd parts as he leads you towards the dance floor of the hall, giving you enough room to walk beside him and you can’t help but lean a little closer as you make your way through the people surrounding you.
“I’m not much of a dancer.” You warn him quietly, and the corner of his mouth quirks.
“I’m more than willing to offer instruction, Lieutenant.” His attention makes you giddy, and you can hardly stop the smile that spreads over your face.
When you reach the near centre of the dance floor, the General stops. Several couples have also gathered for the first dance of the season, an event that will either make or break a budding courtship.
You look down at your feet, ensuring that you’re in the correct position. The corner of his mouth quirks again, and the General’s arm slides perfectly around your waist. He nudges his palm against your lower back, encouraging you to take a step towards him.
“A little closer, don’t you think?” His eyes flicker down to your lips, and your own eyes are fixed on his. You can only nod, a little star stuck, as you step closer, your chest against his. His hand is warm and secure on your waist, and you have no fear of falling or making a fool of yourself.
Devoting all your time and energy into the war effort has given you scarce opportunities to dance, and never with such an alluring partner. Nerves take hold of you briefly, and you look down to ensure that you’re not about to trip over your feet.
The General’s finger hooks under your chin, guiding your eyes back up to meet his. There’s a reassuring warmth in his dark eyes.
“Just keep your eyes on me, and you’ll be fine.”
For the first time this evening, you finally feel like you can breathe.
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Darkling's Pet
A snippet of their relationship.
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The air is frigid in the catacombs below the Little Palace. Dressed in a thin shift, the General drags Nataliya through the twist & turns of the tunnels. Barefoot, the cold stones are almost painful. "Please! Please, General," trying to pry his fingers off her arm. Digging in her heels against the stones to prevent him from dragging her forward.
"You thought to leave me? I've given you everything!"
"Except my free will!"
"Do you know how many would kill to have what you have?" They turn down a corridor to where the Second Army kept their prisoners. "Maybe you need to be reminded about how fortunate you have been." The cries and wails of the tortured get louder the farther in they travel.
"I'm sorry! It was a mistake. I...I won't do it again. I promise!" She struggles to break his grip on her.
"There is nowhere for you to run or hide, that I won't find you!" the Dark General hisses. His grip tightens painfully on her arm, before shoving her into a pitch-black cell.
Nataliya cries out as she hits the ground scraping her hands & knees. She scurries to her feet as Kirigan slams the metal door shut. The noise echoes throughout the tunnels. "No! Please!" She feels the claws of the General's shadows raking down her calves. "I'm sorry! Mercy, please! I'll behave. I'll be good." Tears streak down her face, fighting the need to scream struggling to break loose. She hears his retreating bootsteps as the pain of the claws now rake down her body. Overwhelming terror tightens her chest making it difficult to draw breath into her lungs.
If only she hadn't run from him.
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"Nataliya, wake up." Gasping for air, arms flailing, trying to strike out at the dangerous shadows, Kirigan, wraps his arms around her, securing her wrists, pulling her back up against his chest. "Shhhh, Zaya (bunny), you're safe, I got you." His voice is raspy from sleep, in her ear. "I got you." Those words were not comforting words. Just the opposite.
Waking with a start, heart racing, she takes a quick inventory of her surroundings. She's not in the cells under the Little Palace. She's in the General's bed. A far more dangerous place. Forcing her body to relax & go limp, not wanting to offend him. She pulls away from Kirigan, "I'm sorry I woke you." Rolling over to face him & put some distance between them, "Thank you for waking me."
Brushing her hair back & placing a kiss on her lips, "Bad dream?" His warm dry hands rub up & down her spine thinking to soothe her. She nods. "Want to tell me about it?" Peppering kisses along her neck.
Knowing his faithful Heartrenders, Ivan & Fedyor aren't around to gage her heartrate, she risks a lie, "No, it's already starting to fade, " shaking her head, "I'm ok now." Thinking to comfort her, the General gathers her close. It only succeeds in doing the opposite. His arms & body engulfs & suffocates her, trapping her at his side.
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Shadow And Bone Masterlist!
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let me be yours
a/n: this (and so many other ideas omg) was just sparked when he said the whole let me be your monster line in s2
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“See, you may think you know what you want, but you don’t,” Aleksander explained calmly as he slowly stepped closer towards where you stood, leaning against the palace wall, “no, I know exactly what it is that you really want,” he came to a stop right in front of you and breathed, “what you truly desire…” his obsidian gaze so fierce that it sent a shiver down your spine. 
Your heart nearly beat completely out of your chest, not only by his arrogant assumption but also by the unfamiliar intimate proximity, “you want a challenge,” he continued, “you want a love that consumes you,” you sucked in a sudden breath as one of his hands unexpectedly came up to gently swipe your hair back over your shoulder, his fingertips lightly ghosting over the side of your exposed neck as he did so, “one that’s so all-consuming that it blurs the line and you confuse it with hate.”
“You, my little bird, don’t want a hero,” the room around you two seemed to dim slightly, letting you focus on him and only him as he uttered, “you desire a monster,” his tall frame towered over yours as he proposed fervently, “let me be yours.”
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A Steel That Went Through Hottest Fire: Chapter XII - Holding Out an Olive Branch
Chapter Summary: You wake up and discover Aleksander is gone. You hurry to the Fold, determined to help him, save him or die with him. Will you get there in time? And what do the results mean for you?
Pairing: Aleksander Kirigan/Reader, Ivan/Fedyor Kaminsky, Mal Oretsev/Alina Starkov, Genya Safin/David Kostyk
Characters: Aleksander Kirigan, Reader, Ivan, Fedyor Kaminsky, Alina Starkov, Mal Oretsev, Inej Ghafa, Zoya Nazyalensky, Nina Zenik, Nikolai Lantsov, Genya Safin, David Kostyk, Baghra, Tolya Yul-Bataar
Word Count: 4333
A/N: This chapter contains plot and dialogues from episode eight of season two. Also, we're get into the story from the King of Scars. Not much taken in this chapter, but later on I'm going to take some fragments from the book. Enjoy! https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089684638/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089798515/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089786937/
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When you wake up, you don't open your eyes at first. You lay in it, remembering with a smile the events of last night. You reach to the other side of the bed but you don't find Aleksander with your hand. You frown at the feeling of very cold sheets. You move your hand and suddenly feel a piece of paper.
You sit up abruptly. You grab the letter and scan it quickly with your eyes. Your face goes pale and your heart stops.
'Damn it, Aleksander!' you curse and spring out of the bed. You quickly dress yourself. For a moment you can't find your kefta. You finally notice it, but when you unfold it, you see it's not yours. You freeze for a moment. In some places, grey embroidery turns to black. In another situation, you'd be touched by it, appreciate it and maybe even cry a bit. But now you just put it on and gather your things.
You take a peek outside. In the letter Kirigan mentions that Fedyor and Ivan will look after you. You understand it as making sure you won't run. So, you look for them. You see them with their backs to you and a few feet away, talking quietly.
You quietly sneak away past them to the horses. You prepare yours and mount it. You direct him toward the Fold and urge him forward. It neighs, and galops away.
Ivan and Fedyor's head snap toward the sound. They're eyes go wide at the sight of you riding away. They sprint toward their horses.
'General will kill us!' Fedyor says, cursing under his breath, as they mount their horses.
'If he'll me merciful,' Ivan says gloomily and they ride after you.
But you're riding faster than you've ever had. Your heart beats faster, when you see the Fold is closer. Aleksander has spread it again. You bite your lip, fully believing nichevoy'a will protect you from the Volcras, and ride into the Fold.
You don't have to worry about the monsters of the Unsea long, though. Suddenly, everything is covered in blinding light. When you can see again, you're no longer surrounded with darkness. The Fold is gone. While part of you is glad, you're mostly concerned with what that means for the Darkling. You ride faster, praying to the Saints to arrive in time.
In the middle of the Unsea, Aleksander and Alina face each other. Starkov won, but Mal sacrificed himself, so she could destroy the Fold. Kirigan is wounded, but he still wants to join forces with the Sun Summoner. But when she pushes him away, nichevo attacks her, and doesn't listen to the Darkling ordering it to stop. Inej, the female thief from Ketterdam you've met, throws a sword made by Sankta Neyar at it, destroying it. It's the only thing that can do it and it's been acquired it with great difficulty.
'You can't control them, can you?' Alina asks. 'You can't control any of it.'
She's on her knees. Aleksander is already standing. He offers her his hand. She stares at it.
'I thought I could control it all… once,' he says. 'Find peace. And for a moment… I swear I did.'
He closes his eyes with a soft smile. Memories of you flash in his mind. Your smile. Your laugh. Your teas. Your kisses. The nights you've spent together.
Suddenly, he feels terrible pain in his abdomen. He coughs out blood and opens his eyes. He looks down. The sword is lodged in him, held by Alina's hands.
'Without me… know they will come for you,' he says. She stares at him angrily.
'Let them come,' she says and pulls out the sword with the grunt. Kirigan gasps and falls backward. A moment later Starkov shows up in his vision, blocking out the sun.
At that moment, you arrive. Your heart drops at the sight of General on the ground and Alina above him.
'No,' you whisper, dismounting. 'Saints, no, please!'
You run to them. Alina hears you or sees you, because she looks up. She tenses and gets ready to fight, but you ignore her and fall on your knees next to your lover. He groans as you touch him.
'Hey, hey, hey, hey. Shhh,' you say gently, as you scoop him up in your arms.
Saints, no, please, no…
'… [Y/N]… you're here?' Aleksander asks, trying to focus on you. You manage to laugh, tears in your eyes.
'Yeah. Yeah, of course I'm here,' you say. 'Now don't talk.'
There's so much blood…
'It h- it hurts,' he cries out.
'I know, darling,' you say, brushing the hair from his forehead. 'But don't talk. And don't move, either.'
No, no, no…
'H-hey, [Y/N]?' Kirigan asks. His breaths are rattling.
'Yeah?' you ask.
Stay awake…
'I-' he says and coughs. 'I love you.'
His eyes close. You freeze. You finally heard those words. But he… he's gone.
'No…' you sob. You whine, your shoulders shaking, as you press your head to his chest. You clench his kefta tight, begging him to come back to you.
You're not even aware you have an audience. Zoya and Inej are standing not far, looking at you sadly. You're only pulled back to reality after hearing a relieved laugh.
You lift your head up. You see Alina hugging Mal. The tracker is alive. A Heartrender, Nina, is next to them. Did she save him? But no, she's shocked as well. You focus on Alina… and feel it.
You feel anger. She killed Aleksander for using merzost to save Grisha. And now she's used it to save her lover? What a hypocrite…
You feel something burning inside, begging to get out. The moment you realise what it is, you calm down. You look up and meet Zoya's hesitant look calmly. Everything is gonna to be different now.
*
You don't know how you return out of the Fold. Or what used to be it. You get to an old camp at Kribirsk. You meet the rest of Alina's army there. Including Prince Nikolay. Your eyes meet, but he quickly looks away, finding something unnerving in your look.
You're taken away to a tent. On your way out, you didn't allow anyone to take you from Aleksander's body. Now you hesitate only for a moment.
You sit on a chair, your hands spread and bound. After what feels like hours, Nikolay enters the tent. You don't look at him.
'Baghra claims these bonds won't stop you,' he says after a moment and walks toward you. 'That if you want, you can break them free. You don't need to touch your hands for that.'
'And why would I do that?' you ask, your voice flat. The Prince… or maybe the King, just not crowned yet, sits on a chair opposite to you. You still don't look at him.
'To run away,' he answers. You focus your gaze on him. Once again, something in your eyes disturbs him.
'Where?' you ask.
'Anywhere you want,' he answers, shrugging. You smile bitterly.
'And what would I do?' you ask. 'I used to think I can use my powers to help others. To make this world a better place. How would I do that on the endless run?'
Tears glisten in your eyes. You hastily look away. Nikolay observes you in silence. He knows you were on Kirigan's side. But he can't imagine you approved everything he did. Others told him that as well.
'Are you going to kill me?' you ask.
'Do you want me to?' he asks. 'And that is a serious question. Do you want to die?'
'No,' you answer after a moment. 'I… I've done some things I'm not proud of. I need to atone for them. My death wouldn't do that. I'd be just running away from responsibility for my actions.'
'Did you really love him this much that you didn't hesitate to break your own rules?' Nikolay asks quietly. You look at him.
'I do,' you confirm. He almost shivers under your gaze. He looks down.
'You'll be a prisoner until…' he says but doesn't finish the thought. Until you atone? Until they decide you're not really a villain?
'You weren't with others,' he says instead and looks at you again. 'And you weren't with Kirigan in the Fold from the beginning. If you had been, you'd have stopped Alina from killing him. So, where were you? Why weren't you there?'
'Because he didn't want me to,' you answer after a beat. 'He was protecting me, since I'm not much of a fighter. He didn't want me to get hurt. And he also… didn't want me to bend my morals even more. He already believes… believed… that he had ruined me enough.'
Your look softens. You clench your fists.
'I'm not trying to minimalize what's he done,' you say. 'He committed hideous crimes. But he… he cared. There was goodness in his heart.'
Silence falls. This time you don't try to hide tears in your eyes.
'You know this is my third time in this camp?' you say. 'The first time was when I created my skiff. The second time when… we crossed the Fold that day.'
'Did you know what he's planning?' Nikolay asks.
'I figured it out,' you admit. 'I didn't approve of it, though. And I'm glad the Fold is gone. I didn't believe controlling it would make Grisha safe. Just as now I don't believe it being gone will do it.'
'It won't be easy,' the King says, easily getting back his confidence. 'But the country is united once again. We can do it.'
'The land maybe is reunited, but not its people. It won't be that easy. You lost what could unite them. Because it's easier to unite against a common enemy than under the kind ruler.'
'You think Alina made a mistake killing the Darkling.'
'You know my opinion on that matter. But yes. He could have been someone that could help you stitch this country back together.'
'If you didn't believe in neither controlling the Fold nor destroying him… what did you believe in?'
'Him.'
Silence falls again. Nikolay observes you, thinking how to break certain news to you.
'We have to burn him,' he finally says and you stiffen. 'Will you let us?'
'I know how dangerous it would be to simply bury him,' you say softly and then look at him with a hard gaze. 'But I have one condition. Or rather… request.'
'What is it?' the King asks, actually curious.
'Let me prepare him for it,' you answer and your lip trembles. 'Let me… say goodbye properly.'
Nikolay thinks about it carefully. But finally… he nods.
'I will send someone for you,' he says, standing up. 'But after you're done, your being tied again and in Os Alta you're going to be put in a cell.'
You nod in agreement. The King looks at you for a moment longer, then leaves.
You're not sure how much time pass until it's time of the ceremony. For the burning of the Darkling and the Sun Summoner, which is obviously attended by many people. Because officially, Alina Starkov has died while destroying the Fold. She chose a simple life with her Tracker. You can't really blame her. It's what you would want with Aleksander.
You glare at her. She's here, disguised, of course. But she wanted to see it. See him being burned. And herself. So, since you're present as well, you glare at her, angry that she can get to live the life you want.
You turn your head, not wanting to explode. You glance at your guards and look at his body. In the corner of your eye, you see Nikolay giving the signal. You watch as the Inferni summon the fire to ignite the stake. People around you call Alina's name. No one calls his. Because not many knew it.
'Aleksander,' you whisper. Suddenly, you feel arms around you. Zoya, your friend, who's not sure how to treat you now, puts her head on yours.
'It's over, [Y/N],' she says softly, with a dose of compassion, you think.
'No, you're wrong,' you say quietly, your eyes not leaving the pyre. 'It has just begun.'
*
Two years and a half have passed since the civil war in Ravka. Nikolay is still trying to stitch his country back together. He has help, of course. But some things only he can do. One of them isn't the new threat to Grisha. To deal with that he needs all the help he can get.
Jurda parem. The drug that modifies Grisha's power by changing their perception of the world in an opposite and unnatural direction. It is extremely addictive to them, and rapidly weakens the body of the user. Many want to use this to their advantage. Fjerda. Shu-Han. It seems only Ravka wants this drug out of the market and to save Grisha. But even though they now have the son of the creator of the drug, they're still not closer to finding an andidotum.
Nikolay sits with his Grisha Triumvirate – Genya, Zoya and David – and they have a brainstorm. The Durast is trying hard, but so far, he's getting nowhere.
'It is frustrating,' Zoya sighs, after yet another dismissed idea. 'Why did Bo Yul-Bayur have to die?'
'I'm sure he didn't just decide to die and leave us all in this mess,' Genya says grimly, but suddenly frowns. 'David? I know that look. You have an idea.'
'Well…' the Durast starts but closes his eyes. 'I'm not sure.'
'Share with us, David,' Nikolay encourages him. 'Surely it's not worse than Zoya's idea to set Fjerda and Shu-Han on fire.'
'I still think it's our best option,' Zoya says, raising her head haughtily. She is ignored.
'I have tried many things with that drug to find an antidote,' David says. 'I am skilled… but there is someone whose mind is far brighter than me… who may think of a solution.'
'There is no one smarter than you,' Genya says, squeezing the hand of her husband.
'There is one person,' Kostyk disagrees, staring Nikolay in the eyes. The King slumps in his chair. He closes his eyes and pinches his nose.
'You can't think…' Genya starts, realising what the Durast means as well. 'She won't agree.'
'She cares about Grisha,' David argues softly. 'And she's not… She helped you escape.'
'She's spent two years and a half locked in a cell,' Safin argues. 'She couldn't use her powers. Don't you think that changed her?'
'Surely,' Kostyk agrees. 'But not enough not to help.'
'Can she really find a way we haven't found?' Nikolay interrupts them.
'We've all been surprised by how powerful she really is,' Zoya speaks up. 'All but one.'
An hour later Nikolay knocks on the door to Baghra's hut. He comes in after the invitation. The old woman is sitting in her armchair. She looks at him.
'Do what do I owe the pleasure of the King himself to visit me?' she asks with sarcasm.
'I need to talk to you about our problem,' Lantsov explains, sitting on a chair.
'Jurda parem,' Baghra says and spits. 'Another abomination. Are the Durast and Alkemi any closer to finding an antidote?'
'No,' Nikolay denies and exhales. 'But David believes someone else may think of something.'
'[Y/N],' Baghra immediately guesses and nods. 'She has a unique brain. One of the reasons he was so drawn to her. Yes, if anyone can find a cure, it's her.'
'Will she do it, though?' the King asks. The old woman is silent for a moment.
'Yes,' she finally answers. 'Her heart hasn't changed. She still would do anything to keep Grisha save.'
'But what will it cost us?' Lantsov asks. Baghra smiles.
'You have to ask her about it,' she answers. 'But don't worry. Without my son, she's not your enemy.'
Another hour later, you hear footsteps coming your way. You know it's not Baghra, who's visiting you quite often, as they don't sound like hers. You look, curious, at the door to your cell and a moment later you see a guard and… Zoya.
'Have you come to kill me?' you ask.
'No,' your former friend simply denies and nods at the guard. He unlocks and opens the door to your cell. The Squaller walks inside and he closes the door behind her, but doesn't lock it. Then, he leaves. Zoya sits on a chair usually occupied by Baghra. She crosses her legs and looks at you.
You're sitting on a chair. You're thin, almost all skin and bone. Your complexion is grey. There are dark circles under your eyes. Your hair is matte. You look like a ghost.
'Then why are you here?' you ask. Nazyalensky sighs… and tells you everything about jurda parem. By the end of her story, you're frowning.
'That is… I've always known Fjerdans are bastards but what they did to those Grisha…' you say and shake your head. 'Still… I don't know why you have come to me.'
'We need to find an antidote,' Zoya explains. 'And you're the brightest person we know.'
'I'm not a Alkemi, though,' you say, frowning. 'And since Bo Yul-Bayur was one… you need another one to create an antidote for his work.'
'We don't have an Alkemi smart enough, apparently,' the Squaller says. 'And since you're a Durast-'
'It's not the same. We have completely different abilities.'
'Maybe. But you're still the smartest person I know. If you can't figure it out, no one can.'
You look away. You think about it in silence.
'Please, [Y/N],' Nazyalensky says quietly. 'David believes in you. So does Baghra. And… I do, too.'
'Trying to use my sentiment, well played,' you say.
'I'm not trying to manipulate you,' Zoya snaps. 'I'm not-'
She stops herself. She goes pale. You close your eyes.
'I still find it funny,' you say quietly. 'He manipulated everyone. I was manipulated by everyone but him.'
'I know he said with his last breath he loved you…' the Squaller says slowly, '… but he still didn't deserve you.'
'Perhaps,' you concede. Silence falls between you two again.
'Fine,' you finally say. 'I can try at least.'
'What do you want in return?' Zoya, who's relieved but also wary, asks. You look at her with a frown.
'I care about Grisha, too, you know,' you say. 'I want them to be safe as much as you all do. But since I can ask for something… there's one thing I want.'
*
A few months have passed since you've been officially pardoned and released from prison. It felt nice to return to your old room and not to have your hands bound. But other Grisha, obviously, don't trust you and look at you with disdain. You ignore them.
Together with David and other Materialki you try to find an antidote for jurda parem. It's not going well. One day, you even throw a mortar at the wall. David stares at it with wide eyes. You exhale slowly and run a hand through your hair.
'You know, I think it was simpler with the skiff,' you say.
'It is complex,' Kostyk says. 'Give yourself time. We're getting there.'
'And how much of that time I have?' you ask. 'The only reason I'm out of the cell is because you believed I can figure something out. When does Nikolay's patience runs out and I go back there?'
'It won't happen,' the Durast promises. You smile sadly at him. He decides to take your mind of this.
'Did you think what will you do after we find an antidote?' he asks. 'Will you… stay?'
'I am not welcome here,' you say after a beat. 'I… I don't know what I am going to do. They say, "follow your heart", but if your heart is in a million pieces, which piece do you follow?'
You blink away the tears. David looks at you with sorrow.
'You know… I miss him sometimes, too,' he admits and you look at him with interest. 'He… had something about him. A charisma. He drew us all in. We felt safe, needed. I believe that he actually cared and wanted to make Ravka better. Or at least better for Grisha. I don't think he was evil. He… just lived too long.'
'Sometimes I think so, too, ' you agree quietly. 'But then I think we didn't have enough time.'
'Did he… tell you he loved you?' Kostyk asks hesitantly.
'They were his last words,' you answer after a beat. 'For weeks I wondered whether he feels what I feel. And when I finally got a confirmation… I couldn't even be happy about it.'
You look down. The Durast wants to reach to you and squeeze your hand. But while you work, joke and spend time together… you're not as close as you used to be. He still wants to comfort you somehow.
'I'm sure you hear others gossiping,' he says after a moment. 'That he didn't and was just manipulating you. I don't believe it. He truly cared about you. I saw it. When he was dragging you away from workshop, so you could rest, for example. He was also more relaxed around you… more cheerful. And yes, it was friendship at first. But at some point, I noticed that he was looking at you differently than he used to.'
You smile at him, grateful for his words. But he's not done yet.
'When he was leading me to the workshop in the mansion,' he continues, 'he said you're there and you're definitely going to be happy to see me. He… he seemed so happy he can brighten your day. He always was like that with you.'
'If you won't stop, I'm really going to cry,' you chuckle, trying really not to break down. 'Thank you, though.'
David nods. You go for the mortar you've thrown and return to work. Your fellow Durast observes you.
'I think, though, that you deserve more,' he says after a moment. You look at him, curious.
'You deserve to be someone's priority,' he explains. 'And while there's no doubt Kirigan loved you… he cared more about the Fold and power.'
'Thank you, David,' you say. 'I… I think I really needed to hear all that you said. About… him… and me as well.'
Just then Tolya Yul-Bataar shows up at the door. He looks at you grimly.
'Speaking of,' you say and pack your things. 'See you in a week.'
'Until next week,' Kostyk says, nodding. You smile at him and leave with grumpy Tolya. You go outside and mount your horses. You set off immediately.
A few days later you reach your destination. You ride through an open space that used to be the Fold for so many centuries. Finally, you stop and dismount. Tolya stays with the horses and you continue on foot for a moment longer. At last, you stop and stare at the ground.
This is your price for helping with an antidote. Every two months, you're to travel here with someone, not always Tolya. To the place where Aleksander died. It's your way to deal with grief. At first, you wanted to come here every month. But since travelling there and back takes about a week, you agreed for two months. You're relieved Nikolay agreed at all.
'So, here I am again,' you start. 'Missing you the same way I did three years ago. I told you, didn't I? That I would never forget you. Three years it's probably not much for you, since you've lived hundreds of years. But I know you'd want me to move on by now. I don't think that's ever going to happen. You'd probably be frustrated by that.'
You exhale slowly. You can hear Tolya pacing behind you, but still giving you some privacy. You know he wishes to go back already.
'To be honest, I'm a bit frustrated, too,' you admit and your lip trembles. 'You were never supposed to mean this much to me. I was never supposed to fall so hard. But you know what? I did and that's the truth. That's what keeps me holding on, because it hurts like hell to let you go.'
Tears stream down your face. You don't stop them this time. You sniffle.
'It's hard without you,' you whisper. 'I feel lost. I don't know what to do. I wish you took me with you that day. Maybe then everything would be different.'
You fall silent. You think of what else to say, as you remember your last moments together. You saved him from merzost. But he died anyway. Still… at least you had that one last night. You smile at the memory.
'I don't know what will I do in the future,' you finally say. 'But I will find an antidote for jurda parem. And protect the Grisha. Because that's what you'd want. You'd want them to be safe and healthy. Mind you, you'd probably want to rip Fjerdans apart for what they're doing.'
You chuckle. Then, you kneel and press your hand to the sand. You focus on the ground beneath it for a moment, remembering how you held Kirigan in that spot three years ago. Your heart breaks, when you remember how he fought for his breath. But he still tried to hold on, wanting to at least tell you how he really feels.
'Until next time, Aleksander,' you whisper and stand up. You turn and return to Tolya. He fails to mask his relief that it's finally time to go. You almost roll your eyes, but you understand that most feel uneasy here. You don't. Not anymore.
'Done?' Tolya asks.
'Yes,' you confirm, mounting your horse. The Heartrender does the same.
'We can go back,' you say and you look at the place where the Darkling gave his last breath. 'I'm done here for today.'
A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could. Every comment makes my day!
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Hurt | Aleksander Morozova x reader
Summary: You got hurt by one of the Grisha during your training and Aleksander is not happy about it.
Requested? Yes: Hi! Could I request aleksander morozova x reader, where reader is hurt by another grisha during a training session and aleksander is super fluffy and caring towards her (possibly after being angry at the other grisha)
Warnings: violence.
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''Where is she?''
Aleksander questioned as soon he stormed into your chambers where he saw Genya healing your wounds from the fighting earlier.
Genya turned around and saw Aleksander with a furious gaze. ''She's fine, I healed the rest of her wounds,'' Genya replied, sending him a comforting smile. Aleksander nodded before he dismissed her. Genya walked out of the room as Aleksander approached you by the chair.
''I'm fine, it's just a scratch,'' You replied, giving him a look. Aleksander didn't say anything but studied your face carefully. He had seen the fight where another Grisha used her power against you during the training, almost knocking you away during the fight.
Aleksander cupped your cheek and stroke his thumb slightly. ''Next time, I will order Fedyor to train you instead,'' You heard him speak, making you look up into his eyes with amusement.
''Aleksander, it's fine, they're just jelous that's all and I can handle it,'' You remarked. ''I know that you can handle yourself but I don't like having you ending up bruised after a fight,''
''That's why I have Genya to heal me,'' You replied and walked closer to his body. ''I know, but we can't let her heal you everytime, can we?'' Aleksander argued and raised your chin up.
You pouted at him. ''Why not?'' You asked, making him roll his eyes before placing his lips onto you. You sighed into the kiss and felt him place his arms around your waist, tugging you closer to his body.
''You didn't answer my question,'' You murmured into his lips. ''And I will answer to that question later,'' He replied before placing his mouth against yours. You felt him lift you up before he placed you on top of the table and trail several kisses along your neck, making you moan.
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LMAO, this ended up with smut instead-
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Burning Desires
The Darkling x afab!reader (smut with no pronoun use, to use of y/n)
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, pining, slight possessiveness
Notes: I have had this in my drafts for literal months but I just couldn’t get more than vibes for the longest time lol! But I’ve missed writing for the Darkling so much! And I would let him do anything to me lol! Enjoy! And feel free to also follow my update blog and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates​
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“General?” you cleared your throat as you knocked at his door. 
It was late into the evening, but you knew he would still be up. He always waited up for your debrief at the end of the day, no matter how late it came at times. You had worked hard and moved up the ranks in the First Army, and you had the trust and confidence of your leader, General Kirigan. But, no one knew that you had something more as well.
You swallowed hard as your mind drifted back to a night very similar to this one not too long ago that ended in burning, passionate sex in his bed. But you pushed that thought down and hardened your expression as you swallowed hard and knocked again. As you strained for a response, you faintly heard his voice and with his permission, you opened the door and let yourself into his private quarters.
The general’s room was lavish and beautiful, and it momentarily took your breath away every time you entered. But, there was another sight in the room that made you gasp in surprise.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Kirigan smirked as he emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a fluffy black towel that hung low on his waist. The darkness of the towel contrasted with his skin as your eyes landed on the deep V that was clearly visible on his hips.
“S-sorry general,” you stuttered as you almost tripped over your own feet, “I’ll come back.”
In a flash, he crossed the room and grabbed onto your wrist, “Stay,” his voice had that tone of authority that made your heart pound in your chest, “What news do you have for me?”
Your mouth dropped open as you stayed in his tight grip. You almost forgot why you came to his room in the first place as your eyes took in his nearly naked figure. The pitch black towel was the only piece of fabric he had on, and he clearly just got out of the bath as you saw the way water droplets clung to his skin. They highlighted his toned muscles well and you swallowed hard as your gaze settled on his pecs.
When the general repeated your name, you immediately brought yourself back and forced yourself to focus again. With all the mental strength you could gather, you gave your weekly report, like you had done many times before. Although it was different this time when your general wore nothing but a towel and stood just inches from you.
General Kirigan watched you with his intense gaze as you spoke. But, as hard as he stared at you with those deep black eyes, you wondered if he even fully listened to your report or if he just wanted to watch you squirm. When he interrupted you with a question, you had your answer to your unasked one.
“How often do you think about our night together?” Kirigan’s voice was low as he stepped even closer to you and traced up your arms with his fingers.
The question caught you completely off guard as you choked on your words as you struggled to answer him, “I…” you looked up and met his gaze and you let out a deep exhale.
“I think about it every damn night,” he confessed as his fingers traced the outline of your face.
Again, his words caught you off guard but you finally formed an answer, “Me too.” You stayed still as Kirigan leaned in and ghosted his lips over yours, “General…”
“I want you to say my name,” he whispered.
You trembled under his touch and you whispered his name in a prayer, “Aleksander…”
With that, he closed the small gap between your faces and took your lips with his in a heated kiss. You tilted your head back and instantly gave him access and surrendered to him. He swallowed the soft moan you left out as his hands roamed all over your body. Aleksander groaned your name in between kisses as he tugged at your kefta.
The general broke away and looked at you with a burning passion as he slid your kefta off your shoulders. He placed one feather-light kiss on your forehead before he turned around and hung your kefta with such care. Your mouth dropped open as he ran his hand down the soft fabric before he faced you again.
Before you had the chance to say anything, you felt Aleksander’s large hands on either side of your face and his lips took yours once more. You felt the way he gripped you tightly, almost as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you reached out and rested your hands on his chest.
Aleksander broke the kiss and looked at you once he felt the pressure of your touch, “Do you need me to stop?” he asked with a sincere look in his eyes.
You hadn’t even realized your eyes fluttered shut when he kissed you until you were forced to open them and look him deep in the eyes, “Don’t you dare.”
A shadow came across his face and he launched forward at you again and kissed you with more fervor. You both moaned against each other and you clawed at the other in a sudden rush of desperation. With your permission, the general tugged at your clothing piece by piece as his hands roamed all over your body and stripped you of your top. You, in turn, ran your hands from his shoulder across his chest and down his torso.
You smirked against him when you felt a shiver from his body. As your hand traced lower on his body and you reached the top of the towel, you felt more bold. With a smirk against Aleksander’s lips, you gave the towel a gentle tug. 
Suddenly, a strong grip on your wrist stopped you and you broke away from the general and looked into his eyes. In his gaze you found a burning desire, but also a look of warning.
“Are you sure?” Aleksander’s voice was low and dripping with lust, but you knew if you said the word everything stopped then and there.
Yet you didn’t want it to, “Yes,” you whispered confidently as you yanked the towel from his body and left him completely bare for you.
It was your turn to look with a burning gaze as your eyes trailed down his toned body. Without the towel, you saw that he was already half hard for you and it lit a newfound fire within you. A whine escaped your lips before you could stop it and a gentle hand under your chin slowly forced you to look back up and into Aleksander’s eyes once more.
“I need you,” he growled before he swiftly guided you across the room to his bed.
In a whirlwind, you suddenly found yourself on your back on his larsh, luxurious bed. You didn’t even notice he stripped you completely in the movement until his eyes landed between your parted legs. For a moment, you felt embarrassed that your general saw you in such a vulnerable state, even if this wasn’t the first time. Heat rose in your body as your breath quickened, and you knew he caught the way your breasts swayed gently with your breathing.
“Beautiful,” he groaned as he climbed on top of you.
All you could do was moan and surrender yourself to him and his touches. Aleksander started at your hips as he tickled you with just his fingertips. He smirked as he watched the goosebumps rise on your skin and you shivered with anticipation. His touch became firmer as he moved up your sides and cupped your breasts. 
“Aleksander…” you moaned as he ran his thumbs across your nipples. The sensations of his touches sent shockwaves throughout your whole body and sparked a fire deep within you, “Need you…”
He rocked his cock along your folds as you spread your legs for him, “I’ve got you,” he murmured as he leaned forward and attached his lips to your neck and sucked at the sensitive spot there.
You wrapped your arms around him and held onto him as if your life depended on it as he continued to tease your pussy with his cock. A needy whimper escaped your lips as you pleaded with your eyes for more.
Just as you were about to beg for more, Aleksander pushed the tip of his cock into your pussy. Instead of words, all that you let out was a loud moan as you suddenly felt the stretch of him inch by slow inch as he pushed himself into you.
“Fuck,” Aleksander growled as he felt your warmth engulf him.
He propped himself up and grabbed onto your wrists. With one final thrust to sheathe himself completely sindie you, Aleksander lifted your arms up over your head and pinned them down onto the bed. With his weight on your arms, he slowly but harshly thrust into you over and over again.
You arched your back as you took everything the general gave you. Moans and cries escaped your lips with every thrust of his hips and you felt wonderfully helpless against him. He hit every spot inside you that drove you wild and you had never felt so filled as when he fucked you. 
He kept his steady but strong pace as he watched the way your face twisted in pleasure. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth hung open as all your beautiful sounds spilled from it. Aleksander’s eyes drifted down slightly so that he watched the way your breasts swung with every thrust of his hips. He tightened his grip on your wrists as his head swam from lust.
“So… Beautiful,” he groaned as he picked up his pace slightly.
Aleksander was calculating, even when his mind was lost to his ache for you. Aleksander made sure to satisfy you with every movement of his hips, but never enough to get you close to your climax yet. He wasn’t finished playing with you just yet, and he selfishly wanted more and more of you.
He let go of your wrists as he pushed his length completely inside you once more. The low growl he let out was drowned out by your moan as you felt him deeper inside you than ever before. Even when he let go of your wrists, your arms stayed above your head as he dragged his fingers down the length of your limbs. The feather-light touches were a stark contrast to the harsh rhythm of his hips, but you knew the softness wouldn’t last.
“I think,” Aleksander spoke in a low tone, “You would look even more beautiful,” he let out a heavy breath as your eyes opened and met his gaze, “With my hand around that pretty neck.”
Gently, he covered your throat with his large hand and put just a slight amount of pressure at the base of your jaw. Your eyes went wide as you gasped and your hands immediately grabbed onto his arm. Aleksander stayed still for several moments as your breathing and pulse quickened.
At first, you weren’t sure what to make of his bold move. But, you trusted your general with everything you were, and with a short nod you gave him silent permission to continue. You knew that was what he wanted, and the moment you agreed to his silent proposal, he tightened his grip on your neck.
A loud gasp escaped your throat before he started to pound into you again. This time, his pace was faster and harder as he increased the pressure on your throat. You let out a silent scream as you felt like you would float away from the pleasure he gave you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the sensations of his hand on your throat and his cock inside you was almost overwhelming, but in the best way possible. 
It was a sensation unlike anything you had experienced before, and the pressure from Aleksander’s hand on your throat added to the feeling of his cock inside you. Still, you felt his burning gaze on you, even if your vision clouded. You weren’t sure if it was from the lack of air or if the Darkling had let go of his inhibitions and filled the room in darkness.
Aleksander watched you with an intense gaze as he pounded into you with everything he had. The way your eyes glazed over and drool dribbled from the corners of your mouth as he pressed on your neck turned him on more than anything had before. The way you gave yourself to him fully and trusted him to keep you safe even when things teetered on the dangerous sparked something within the Darkling that had been dormant for so many years.
He growled your name through gritted teeth as he leaned forward and hovered over your face. His hips never faltered even when he shifted, and when you let out a croaked squeal, he knew he hit the perfect spot within you. Fueled by lust and his own emotions, Aleksander thrust into you over and over with wanton abandon, determined to make you cum harder than ever before.
“Show me how beautiful you are when you cum for me,” he groaned, “Give me what is mine.”
With that, he released his grip on your neck and the moment all the air rushed back into your lungs you completely lost control. You came hard as you trembled and tightened your grip on him. Tears fell from your eyes as you let out a hoarse scream.
Aleksander watched the show through his pitch black eyes, not wanting to miss a moment. He kept up his pace as long as he could until his own orgasm took over him. He leaned forward and covered your body with his as he spilled himself inside you. Aleksander bit your shoulder as he pumped himself into you over and over until he had nothing more to give.
Spent, his legs gave out and Aleksander flopped limp on top of you, his cock still buried deep inside you. Neither of you cared to move, and neither of you had the energy to even if you wanted to. You wrapped your arms and legs around him and held him close as you placed a feather light kiss on the side of his head.
Aleksander in turn squeezed you tighter. It was unspoken between the two of you, but you couldn’t deny the tension that always hung in the air when you were close. And tonight, everything bubbled over to the surface for the second time. The embers of passions erupted into a burning flame of passion, stoked by both of you.
Just as he let out a soft groan and tried to push himself up, you wrapped yourself around him and held him securely. “Stay,” you whispered in his ear.
He let out a low chuckle, “Gladly,” Aleksander purred back as he settled himself on top of you once more, “Never want to let you go.”
You gasped at his bold words, but you clung to him even tighter, “Me either,” you admitted as you dug your nails into his back. You weren’t sure where this rush of emotions came from, but you were also done fighting them.
“You’re mine,” he squeezed you tightly as he bit into your skin.
“Yours,” you whispered back in a promise. 
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heaven4lostgirls · 8 months
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heya!
can you do part 3 for that angst to fluff kirigan fic, i would love to see it! love your writing btw <3
Magnetic Forces
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general kirigan x fem!reader
warnings: angst!!!, fluff near the end, jealousy, happy ending. kind of a toxic representaion of kirigan and readers relationship
a/n: i missed writing sm, thank you for your request ml, i thought i would have taken this into a more happy direction but oh well.
word count: 1.2k
“You have to know I will not sit by idle as you parade Alina around as if she means more to you than I do.” You state matter-of-factly. You weren’t used to people fighting for you, let alone fighting to be with you. Alina may have been the sun summoner, but you couldn’t handle people acting as if she was better than the rest of them. You knew and were well accustomed to how she grew up and were even better adjusted to feeling less than your counterparts.
Kirigan’s eyes shone with hesitancy, but your unwavering stature made him realise that this was a non-negotiable, it was up to him to prove whether or not it he meant what he said. He nodded somewhat reluctantly and although you felt some guilt pooling in your stomach, willing your urge to please him to go away, you stood strong.
Mal and Alina stood behind Kirigan and seemed to be engaging in a hushed conversation, your eyes followed their movements with a calculated gaze, whatever they were talking about seemed important. Aleksander, noticing your attention was astray from your current conversation followed your eyes to the couple. His eyes somewhat hardened, you felt his posture tense and in confusion you lifted your hand to place on his kefta covered chest, his eyes moved to your figure and his lips twitched at your innocent expression.
“The tracker” he stated bluntly. “He touched you too much” he sniffed arrogantly, and you weren’t able to disguise the fondness in your gaze. “He was a means to an end” you used his words against him and even though his pride did not allow him to show his admiration for you to be able to call him on his hypocrisy his lips again twitched as he intertwined your arms as together you both made your way over to Mal and Alina.
Alina looked somewhat at your abrupt joint of their once private conversation but nonetheless looked at you both with a welcoming expression as Mal’s eyes glared at your…partner? And as did the man next to you at the tracker. You and Alina both looked exasperated at one another at their tense postures as some sort of way to show off their masculinity. What was it with them?
Aleksander then cleared his throat before he looked at Alina and Mal. “I wanted to introduce you both to my beloved, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She is an Inferni, I’m sure you two have seen each other during your training hours, she is one of the best Grisha under my wing.” Your chest puffs out in pride at his praise however Alina looks to Aleksander in confusion.
“Beloved? But you kisse- “Alina is abruptly cut off as Aleksander’s hand releases your arm to grasp onto hers, you and Alina both gasp audibly as Mal moves to protect Alina however before he can get there Kirigan just as fast, lets go as if nothing had happened. “There is no need to iscuss the past Miss Starkov.” Alina frowns at his formal address. You look between the both of them in scepticism.
“What were you going to say Alina?” you ask before Kirigan can sweep you both away to talk politics with other individuals. She gulps and looks away from Aleksanders piercing glare basically warning her from answering your questions however she shamefully whispers a sentence that alone breaks your heart into a million pieces. “We kissed, the night he summoned me to his chambers” you drop your hand from Kirigans and look at him in anxiety, praying silently for him to deny her claim.
However instead of that he ducks his head and releases a harsh breath. You shake your head as tears fill your eyes, your breath becomes laboured as you feel a hollow feeling encompass your chest as you struggle to breathe. “How- “Your distraught gaze pierces the darkness that covers Kirigan’s heart, and he can’t help but let out an involuntary whimper. “How dare you” your voice is wobbly and painful to hear, and you silently berate yourself for making a scene at an event that should have been a celebration.
Aleksander moves to grasp your hand again, yet you move away from him swiftly and make you way to the door of the hall, whilst avoiding the curious gaze of onlookers. You can hear Kirigan’s swift steps behind you as he calls your name brokenly in hope of you listening to him, you ignore him and make your way to your chambers.
You attempt to close and lock the door behind you, but Kirigan has other plans as he stops the door closing by a swift inch and as his red rimmed eyes meet yours you sink to your plush blue bed as your ears fill with static and you sob into your hands.  Kirigan drops to his knees before you as he attempts to uncover your tear stricken face and although you resist with all you might his broken pleas fill the air. “Please, please hear me out, I-it didn’t mean anything. D-don’t leave me please let me explain”.
Your attempt to let his pleas fall on deaf ears are not achieved as you lift your eyes to see his dark eyes filled with pain and you softly shake his hold on you as you quietly ask him. “I need time.” You tell him bluntly and his heart drops from his chest as his eyes widen, shaking his head as his thoughts race, you can’t mean what he thinks you mean. He surely couldn’t have lost you just before he had been able to win you over, please tell him you’re joking.
Shaking his head violently you can’t help but whimper at his anguished face as his sobs are unable to be hid. “Please don’t leave me” he cries in a broken voice and your decision is almost swayed by the pure pain in his voice “Don’t let me lose you, I-I just got you, please. I don’t think I’ll be able to live without you” he pleas and your eyes widen at his confession and your hands grasp his face suddenly. “I am noy leaving you my love, I need time to be alone, I want to work on this, but I need time.” You tell him as you watch his shaking form find relief and calm down near instantly at your reassurance and you smile down at him.
“We were not together, I do not fault you, but I know I will never forgive myself if I do not take time away from this situation.” The more you talk, the more he understands, and you can feel his slight nodding through your encapsulation of his face. “I will do better, please believe me I will do better for you” his gaze looks almost akin to a puppy begging to be praised and your lovesick heart lets you know that everything is likely to be okay.
As time passes after your conversation in your chambers Aleksander starts spending more time around you and his subtle touches are often hard to ignore. He is trying, more than he’s ever had to for someone and he finds himself filled with butterflies whenever you choose to acknowledge his presence whether it be in public or private. Life becomes somewhat quaint and simple as Aleksander and Alina plan on breaking down the fold and he often finds himself thinking of new ways to surprise you with lavish gifts or teenage date nights rather than focusing on the task he needs to be paying attention to at the current time. And slowly but surely you both make your way back to one another like magnets constantly trying to be separated however always finding their way back together.
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mistiell · 1 year
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Strange Love Pt. 3
Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem! Healer! Reader
Summary: Two months after your arrival at the little palace, you’re finally putting your escape plan into action. Unfortunately, a certain General seems to catch you in the act.
Warnings: Mentions of violence (Reader talks about her mother)
Word Count: 2.5k
Part 2 < current > Part 4
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Two months after your life had been entirely uprooted, you’re creeping through the halls of the little palace under the cover of night. You’ve got the place thoroughly memorised by now, having taken late night exhibitions nearly every night since you arrived. It’s done a number on your sleep schedule. You’ve found yourself staying later and later to help the General with his work. As of recently, you find you don’t usually return to your room any earlier than ten bells in the evening. Not to mention the hours spent roaming the halls and making mental notes as you go.
You’re halfway through rounding a corner when you spot a guard standing at his post. After nearly tripping over your own feet in your haste to backpedal, you press yourself up against the wall. The guards. That was the one thing you had failed to take into account.
You angle your head to look just around the corner, finding that the man hasn’t moved. He’s leaned against the wall, eyes fluttering shut, head lolling backwards before snapping back to attention, only to repeat the process a few seconds later. You wonder if you can keep him between sleep and wakefulness long enough to slip past unnoticed.
Pressing your palms together and focusing on him, you slow his heart rate and even out his breathing in slight increments. You concentrate a little harder on his eyes, making his lids feel a little heavier. The goal is to make it feel like it’s happening naturally. It seems to work, because in a few short seconds, his eyes close and stay that way for a short window, allowing you to slip past swiftly and silently.
You do this with the next few guards you stumble across. It takes a little extra time seeing as you have to be very careful not to alert them of your presence, but it pays off when you make it to the dome room successfully.
You’re halfway through crossing the room and patting yourself on the back when a familiar voice has you freezing midstep.
“Y/n?” You whip around to face the General, trying your very best not to look guilty.
“Moi soverenyi.” Clearing your throat, you straighten before bowing deeply. He regards you with amusement as he crosses the distance between you, the corners of his mouth curled up into a small smile.
“Escaping, are we?”
“Oh— No!” Your voice bounces off the walls and you clear your throat again, cheeks flaring with embarrassment, “I mean, no. I’m not.”
“Relax, I was only joking.” He chuckles and you find yourself smiling sheepishly, “If you’re not escaping, what are you doing out so late?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
He hums, and it feels as if he’s staring into your soul. In a way, he is. Or trying to, at least. In the months he’s known you, he’s learned very little about you. He’s made attempts at conversation during the time you’ve spent in his office helping him with his work, but you always respond with vague answers that leave very little room for questions.
“You could,” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes that makes your stomach do flips. As much as you hate to admit it, he’s devilishly handsome, “But I asked first.”
He’s got you there. You sigh through your nose and glance towards the entrance of the palace. You were so close. You turn your attention back to him, “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Neither could I. I was about to take a walk along the lake.” He seems to think for a moment, “Would you like to join me?”
Your brows raise in shock and he has to stop himself from laughing, “Oh, um… sure.”
He smiles and gestures to the doors, “Shall we?”
You nod, following him out to the courtyard. There’s a thin veil of snow dusting the ground and the now bare trees, winter just barely beginning to replace Autumn.
As you traverse down the path towards the lake, it gets increasingly dark. The lights only go so far. As you grow further from the last lamppost and descend into the darkness, you find your pace slows.
The general slows to a stop when he notices you’ve fallen behind, his cloak swishing around the left side of his legs before falling back into place when he turns to look at you, “Is something wrong?”
You swallow, forcing yourself to look away from the darkness in favour of looking at him, “It’s nothing.”
He notes the tense set of your shoulders and the way you keep glancing behind him, putting the pieces together rather quickly, “You’re afraid of the dark.”
Your cheeks burn hot in embarrassment, both because of your fear, and the fact that he read you so easily. Still, you scoff at him, “I am not.”
“I thought you weren’t one to lie?” He smirks and you find it gives him this boyish sort of charm that has an infuriating swarm of butterflies fluttering about your stomach. You huff and cross your arms, and if you didn’t seem ready to gouge his eyes out with the nearest blunt object, he would have said you look cute when you’re frustrated.
“I’m not.” You insist, holding his gaze.
“Then shall we continue?” You shoot one last glance into the dark before nodding curtly, marching purposefully ahead of him to prove your point. You hear him chuckle at you as he falls back into step beside you and huff.
“You’re quite headstrong, aren’t you.” When you turn to glare at him halfheartedly, any lingering annoyance slowly slips away when you find he’s already smiling at you.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” The corners of your mouth curl up into a puckish grin, “I like to think it’s one of my best qualities.”
“Amongst many, I’m sure.” Heat flushes your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Is he flirting with you? Or is he being sarcastic? You laugh nervously and continue walking.
When you reach the lake, you both stop, standing side by side to admire the way the moonlight reflects off the surface of the water. It’s much darker here, but you find that it’s not as frightening with him next to you. It’s colder by the water, you realise.You forwent wearing your kefta as a precaution, leaving you dressed in a cream coloured shirt and a pair of brown pants with suspenders to match. Before you have the chance to warm yourself, the General wordlessly shucks his cloak from his shoulders and wraps it around yours.
“Oh, you don’t have to—.”
“Hush. I want to.” Something about the way he says it has your heart skipping a beat. It practically engulfs you, still warm with his body heat. The fur around the collar tickles your nose when you pull it a little more snug around your body, and you find it smells like the crisp air mixed with the scent of a forest after a downpour. There’s something else mixed in there, something sweet and a little tangy. Something that’s uniquely him.
“Thanks.” Is your quiet reply. He smiles at you in response.
You stand there in silence next to each other for a moment, taking in the scenery and enjoying the fresh air.
“There’s a lake a few miles from my house that’s a lot like this,” You aren't entirely sure what‘s compelling you to speak. Perhaps it's homesickness or sleep deprivation, maybe a little bit of both. Either way, he hangs onto your every word, “Not nearly as big, of course, and there were rocks along the shore that hurt to step on before it turned into sand the deeper you went. My mother used to take me there every weekend during the summer.”
Your smile is bittersweet and nostalgic as you stare out over the water. Moonlight bathes your features in an almost ghostly light and he finds himself wanting to freeze this moment, to capture it in a bottle to preserve your beauty. He finds himself wanting to know you, mind, body and soul. To know your deepest desires and fears, to know everything that’s made you into the person who stands before him now.
“You asked about my mother once, and why I was alone when Zoya and the others came to find me.”
He regards you thoughtfully and nods, “I did.”
A frown replaces the smile that once hung on your lips, “She was killed by drüskelle. She left for the village one morning and when she hadn’t returned by nightfall I was worried. I went looking for her. Part of me regrets it now. I’ll never be able to forget,” A growing lump in your throat cuts you off and you swallow hard, trying to will away the tears that prick the corners of your eyes, “Forget the arrows that stuck out of her back. There were six of them. Six.” You shake your head and wipe at your eyes quickly, “One thing I’ve never understood is why. Why do they hunt us for our abilities as if we had any choice in the matter?”
He feels a flicker of anger spark in his chest for you. He knows the question is rhetorical, but he wishes he had an answer nonetheless. Something to offer you that could quell your frustration and your sorrow. He knows how you feel all too well. When he was young, he used to wonder the same thing. He turns his attention back to the lake and thinks carefully about how to respond.
“I’ve seen too many Grisha hunted and killed in my lifetime. Families torn apart by the loss of parents and children. Lovers stolen at the hands of people who fear what they do not understand.” There’s a simmering anger in his tone that matches what you feel right now. A byproduct of lingering grief and despair. He turns to you, gaze softening, “You shouldn’t blame yourself. There’s nothing you could have done.”
You scoff and the bitter look on your face almost startles him, “There’s plenty I could have done. I could have gone with her. I could have protected her—.”
“You could have died alongside her.” His tone is gentle but firm, “You were a child. It wasn’t your responsibility to look after her.”
Looking back at the lake, tears flow down your cheeks and your breaths shake as you try to keep them under control. There’s a pull at his chest, an urge to take you into his arms and hold you until your tears have run dry. You glance back to him after a moment and he watches a flicker of embarrassment flood your features before you’re sniffling and wiping your tears away harshly. When you speak, your tone is formal and he can practically see you building your walls back up again, “My apologies, moi soverenyi.”
“Aleksander.” When your brows furrow in confusion and your lips part with an unspoken question, he tentatively takes your hand, watching you carefully and adding softly, “Call me Aleksander.”
Your heart thuds against your ribs as you gaze up at him, skin tingling where his hand grasps yours. A mix of emotions swirl in your gut, confusion amongst the second cluster of butterflies to flutter about your stomach this evening. There’s a part of you that wonders whether this is really happening or not. Whether he might actually feel the way you think he does.
The confused and cautious look in your eyes paired with the fact that your hand has remained limp in his has him moving to pull back. Until you finally snap out of it and grip it tight without thinking, accidentally tugging him a little further into your space. Your face flushes in embarrassment but you commit to it, gazing up at him earnestly, “Thank you, Aleksander.”
The sound of his name on your lips has his own heart racing, and for a moment he feels like a boy again, pining over you but too afraid to tell you just yet. It’s a foreign feeling now, being nervous about pursuing someone he fancies. But you’re different. Flirting with no strings attached is one thing.
Falling for someone when you’re guaranteed to outlive them is another.
“Of course.” He smiles, and you find yourself missing his touch when his hand slips from yours.
A yawn creeps up your throat and you blink your eyes a few times in an attempt to wake yourself up. It seems the sleep deprivation is catching up to you.
“Perhaps we should call it a night.” He suggests, watching you fondly while your eyes are squeezed shut when you yawn again.
The walk back to the palace is a quiet one, the only sound breaking the silence between you being the occasional gust of wind. When you finally step back inside, you revel in the warmth, slipping his cloak from your shoulders and handing it back to him.
“May I walk you to your room?” He asks and you smile.
“I’d like that.” You admit sheepishly and he smiles, following you in the direction of the dormitories, “You know, when I first met you, I never thought you’d be so… gentlemanly.”
He laughs genuinely at that, his nose scrunching and his eyes being forced closed with his smile. For a moment, you swear your heart has fluttered up and lodged itself in your throat, “Gentlemanly?”
“Yes, gentlemanly.” You giggle, catching the amused sparkle in his eyes as he smiles at you.
“When did the bar drop so low? When I was young, offering to walk a lady back to her home was just proper manners.”
“I’d like to think it still is, I just thought…” you trail off. What did you think? You’d heard stories as a child, of the Black General. The Darkling. He was ruthless, powerful, maybe even malicious in some accounts.
You’d heard stories of the Darkling, but never of Aleksander.
“You thought what?” He asks carefully.
“Well, I’ve heard things.”
“And these things… Do they scare you?” You look up at him and find something guarded in his expression. There’s an underlying meaning in the question. Something that lies in the subtext of his words.
Do I scare you?
“No.” You’re a little surprised to find it’s the truth. Despite how much you disliked him when you first arrived here, he’s grown on you. Somehow, deep down, there’s something that tells you you’ll never have anything to fear as long as he’s around.
Before he has a chance to reply, you arrive at the door to your room.
“Thank you again. For…well, everything.” You huff a small laugh, turning to face him as he nods. You notice that the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks are flushed a lovely shade of pink. You wonder briefly if it’s because of you or a lingering effect of the cold.
His rapid heartbeat would suggest the former.
“Of course.” He smiles softly, “If you ever find yourself unable to sleep again, my door is always open.”
“The same goes for you.” You smile, “Goodnight, Aleksander.”
“Goodnight, Y/n.”
You enter your room and shut the door behind you.
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A/N: I haven’t started writing part 4 yet but I’m hoping to get it out soon! I hope you enjoyed!
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