#alina's closet

[professssor]

CUCCULELLI SHAHEEN

#sun summoner fashion #Alina’s closet #darklina vibes #fashion #gold dress #sun aesthetic #sunburst

[writermuses]

#ref: rhett turner #ref: rhetts closet #//that undercover aesthetic #also: #opposites: garrett hedlund #ref: alina x dorian #ref: aubrianna x rex

[chibipeachu]

Painful Petals | Aleksander. M

A/N: Its based off that one tik tok audio Warnings: softer!aleksander? Fem!Reader WC: 1485

Part two

You smiled at genya as she fiddled with your hair.

“What is it?” She questioned with a small, tired smile. “I’ll miss this with you genya…” She tilted her head to the side curious at your words.

“You’ll just be moving rooms after the fete, not like you’re going away….you’re not leaving, right..?” She questioned.

“No, but it’ll be a bit different around the palace after tonight..” You trailed off, thinking of a certain newly found couple in the little palace that included your husband.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

As genya walked out of your room and towards Alina she ran into aleksander who paced around the halls.

“Ms Saffin.” He greeted.

“General.” She nodded back. As she went to turn into alina’s room she stopped in front of the doors and turned to aleksander.

“Is lady kirigan alright?” She questioned, making aleksander raise his head and look at genya with an unreadable expression.

“Why do you ask?” 

Genya shrugged.

“Just seemed off this morning.” She said before walking into alina’s room to get her ready for the fete.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You looked at your dress with a heavy heart, it wasn’t your husband’s black, it was a dark green gown. 

Tears fell as you looked over your closet and noticed the farthest item in the back being your wedding kefta. 

You sighed before wiping away the tear and closed the closet doors before walking towards your bed and opened the nightstand.

WIth shaky hands you pulled out an old journal, you flipped through pages til you found your desired page.

“Hanahaki Disease | Death do you part.” 

Your tears fell down your face as your felt a dreadful cough crawl up your throat.

It had begun before alina had arrived to the little palace, when aleksander hid his affair with zoya from you. 

You noticed in the beginning you delt with weird petals in your coughing fits, you had panicked and ran to a healer where they claimed you as fine.

The second thing you took note of was when you had coughed up flowers buds and thorns mixed in.

When you had discovered the journal you had been tempted to hide it away, it wasn’t till you had hard time breathing properly you went back to the journal to read the rest, you had learned of your condition and kept in silent, it was already hectic with the new sun summoner around.

You had brokedown when you found out the outcome of your illness, you had grown to accept your fate, who knew possibly the saints were going to reward you for being brave by dealing with the illness by giving you a loving life in the next.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You smiled as you greeted guests who passed by you.

“That’s general kirigan’s wife, poor thing hasn’t got a clue..” Two ambassadors gave you pity looks as they noticed zoya walking by aleksander who spoke ivan and feydor.

“Saints, bless her..” They whispered as you excused yourself to walk over to aleksander.

“Gentlemen.” You greeted, making them turn to you and greet you back.

“May i steal him away for a bit?” You questioned, your arm looping aleksander’s for support.

“Of course, lady kirigan!” You smiled and walked yourself and aleksander to the nearest balcony.

“You look nice tonight, aleksander..” You smiled as him as you let yourself go from his arm and held onto the balcony railing.

“You as well.” He looked around the balcony and noticed your gaze on the dark sky.

“I still remember when you snuck us out to see the stars..” You chuckled to yourself.

“You remember that?” Alexander asked, surprised.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“I don’t we should be doing this, what if we get caught by someone, we don’t have a chaperone..” You rambled as aleksander helped you onto his horse. 

“Well, i’m their general..” He tried to argue back.

“Oh my bad, you’re the general, that changes the story now!” You both laughed as he had the horse trott through the forest.

“Where are we even going?” You questioned, looking around at the passing trees.

“You mentioned, the palace grounds were always to lit to see the stars.” He turned his head to see your embarrassed expression.

“You remembered?” You smiled as he slowled the horse down and helped you get down.

“Why are you surprised?” He chuckled as you looked at the sky with a wide grin.

You both had sat on the grass and watched the stars for a bit before your spoke up.

“No ones snuck me out of my room to show me stars, thank you aleksander..” You turned your head to him where he smiled at you.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“Had a hard time explaining why I had grass stains on my nightgown..” you both laughed at your words.

Before aleksander could say anything else, ivan came to tell aleksander of the lantsov’s.

“If you excuse me..” You grabbed aleksander’s kefta sleeve.

“Before you go, i just wanted to tell you, that you were a wonderful husband experience..” you smiled, sadly at him.

“Thank you, now i must go greet the lantsov’s.” 

You left go of his hand with a heavy sigh, you quietly stood out on the balcony, weeping at your upcoming fate.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

As you walked into the palace you watched as alina and aleksander do their demonstration.

You felt your stomach twist as you caught the way he stared at her, it was how he looked at you during your wedding.

Without anyone noticing you had ran to your new room, all of your things had been put away and set in their correct spots.

Finally being alone in your room, you broke down.

You cried over the lost of your marriage, your husband and soon your life.

You had questioned why the saints were torturing you by the thoughts of your husband with alina or zoya.

A rough cough came out of your mouth, bloody rose buds fell out of your mouth along with petals and thorns.

You gasped as it got stuffier in your lungs to breath properly.

Your eyes watered as you fell to your knees, giving up as a rose blossomed out of your throat, choking you out.

Your times with aleksander fled your mind as you laid on the floor, accepting your fate.

He was a wonderful experience.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

A scream from down the hall made alina and aleksander jump from their position on the war table.

As the pair tried to brush it off a rapid knock on the doors made aleksander sigh and moved away from alina to answer.

“Yes, what is it?” Aleksander was taken back, it was a tearful genya and sorrow looking feydor who stood in front of him.

“Lady kirigan…” genya broke down as she tried to explain it.

“We’re sorry…lady kirigan has..passed on.” Feydor explained, aleksander stood up at the news.

“Excuse me?” He questioned. 

The pair lead him to your room, where the servants had laid you in your bed, ivan watched over with a pitiful expression.

Aleksander walked over towards your bed and noticed the curtains surrounding the bed were drawn closed.

He drew back the curtain and froze at the sight of your body. 

There you laid, lifeless. A bloody rose blossomed out of your mouth, ivan had been the one to shut your eyes to let your rest.

“What happened to her?” He questioned, his hand running to your hand were is was barley warm anymore.

“A servant found her on the ground with bloody flower petals and thorns around her..” Ivan explained.

Aleksander kept his eyes on the rose. “Everyone out.” He commanded, his voice wavering a tad.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Once the door had shut, he let tears fall as he held your hand.

“I had just seen you hours before, you were fine..what happened?!” He ranted, shaking your hand, hoping for you to stir and tell him it was a cruel harsh joke.

Memories of you played in his mind as he held your hand to his cheek.

“You look nice tonight, aleksander..” You smiled as him as you let yourself go from his arm and held onto the balcony railing.

“You as well.” He looked around the balcony and noticed your gaze on the dark sky.

“I still remember when you snuck us out to see the stars..” You chuckled to yourself. It was nice to hear your laughter again.

“You remember that?” Alexander asked, surprised. It had been years since. 

“I had a hard time explaining why I had grass stains on my nightgown..” you both laughed at your words.

Before aleksander could say anything else, ivan came to tell aleksander of the lantsov’s.

“If you excuse me..” You grabbed aleksander’s kefta sleeve. 

“Before you go, i just wanted to tell you, that you were a wonderful experience..” you smiled, sadly at him.

“Thank you, now i must go greet the lantsov’s.” He rushed off, unbeknown to him, it would be the last time he left you behind.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“You were, my everything.” He whispered quietly.

#the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #aleksander morozova x you #the darkling x you #general kirigan x you #shadow and bone x reader #aleksander morozova x reader

[greynatomy]

where were you in the morning - three

alessia russo x reader

previous - next

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Your mood instantly dropped. The girl, who you knew only by her name, disappeared. You thought - no - you knew she was special. That connection you felt with her was something you couldn’t just forget.

Rubbing a hand over your face, you swing your legs over to the side of the bed, sitting up. Taking a deep breath, you look around the room. The floor that was once littered with clothes that weren’t yours are found bare - bar the clothes belonging to you.

With a groan, you get up from the bed and walk to your closet, quickly putting on some boxers and a hoodie. Walking out of the room, any traces of Alessia is nowhere to be found.

You were in over your head. Completely clueless on how you managed to scare the girl away.

“Fuck!” You yelled out in frustration, but not loud enough for the people in the rooms next to you could hear.

Opening up the living room curtains, you grab your guitar from the corner of the room. Sitting on the couch, guitar in hand, you space out a bit, trying and failing to get the girl off your mind.

Playing a bit with a melody, one stuck to you, recording it on your phone.

“I look around and you’re not there? No, no.” You scribble in the little notepad hotels give out. “I look around but I don’t see you. Yeah, that’s good. Where were you in the morning? I didn’t get your number. Left without, uh, left without a warning.”

You place your phone on the side of the couch, angling it towards you and press record. You start playing the melody and singing all the lyrics you have.

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Two hours later, you pretty much had most of the song finished and ready to go into the studio. The sound of your phone ringing breaks you out of your zone.

“Y/LN.” You answer

“Have you seen the articles?” You recognize the voice of your manager.

“What articles?” Getting off the couch, you stand by the window, looking out.

“So many speculations on who you’re dating.” Alina points out.

“Which is nothing new.”

“That’s true.” It’s silent for a bit. “Any NDA’s I need someone to sign?”

“No, no. Uh, she left before I woke up, so it’d be no use. Just wish I knew more than her name.”

“So you don’t know who she is?”

“Nope.”

“What happens when she leaks it out there that she spent the night with you?” You could hear your manager getting antsy.

“I doubt she will, but if she does, maybe I could see her again soon.”

“You want to see her again?”

“Yeah.”

“Why? You don’t even know her?” Alina exclaims, thinking you’re out of your mind.

“Well, I wanna get to know her! She’s been all I could think about since I woke up. All I could write about.”

“Then, maybe you should just keep writing. And maybe she’d already realized the snippet you posted is about her.”

“I don’t even know if she knew who I was.”

“She’d have to be living under a rock to not know who you are.”

“We talked about getting breakfast last night, get to know each other more.”

“All you can do right now is be patient and hope she reaches out.”

“Yeah, I hope she does.”

#woso x reader #woso #greynatomy #woso imagines #woso imagine #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #engwnt #engwnt x reader #woso community #arsenal wfc

[hoodharlow]

Since Last Year

AN: shout out to that picture of Jack

Requested? No but my fave wanted this instead of Drive Safe so whatever they want <3

Warnings: Jack and Miriam being unserious, smut and a surprise at the end for y'all <3

Word Count: 1.3k words

Jack watched from the DJ booth as she tossed her head back, laughing at whatever her friend was saying. She caught his attention a while ago when she was one of the few people singing along to his songs. Jack was hosting New Years and hired his friend Zack Bia to DJ. Jack greeted his friends and family when they passed him on the DJ booth. But she hadn't approached the DJ booth. All he knew of her that she was a friend of a friend.

The girl excused herself from the group and made her way to the open bar. Jack took it as his chance and went to the bar. He was closer to the bar and took a seat at the end where it wasn't as packed. The girl sat on the empty stool next to him and waved down a bartender. 

“Can I get a Dr. Pepper with a shot of vodka?” She asked the bartender. 

They nodded and turned to Jack to also get his order. 

“Can I get some apple grape sparkling cider please?” he asked. 

The bartender nodded once more and got started on their drinks.

“Feeling festive, I see,” The girl began making conversation.

“I'm always feeling festive.” He smiled at her. 

“Okay,” she agreed sarcastically. 

“I'm Jack Harlow by the way,” he extended his hand to her. 

“I'm…fuck I forgot the name.” Miriam giggled. 

Jack rolled his eyes. Their cheesy plan to pretend to not know each other and have a quickie in the hall closet at their New Year's party backfired two minutes into ‘meeting’ at the bar. 

“It was Flora after your favorite charcater from Winx Club.” He reminded her. “But I like you as Miriam.”

“You're so corny.” She giggled. 

“Isn't that why you love me?” He grinned.

“Yeah, sure…” Miriam smiled.

Jack rolled his eyes. The bartender handed them their drinks then moved on to whomever was ordering next. 

“Dance with me.” Miriam said. 

She didn't wait for him to answer. She pulled Jack to the dance floor. She brought his hands to her hips while she wrapped her arms around him. They slowly danced, swaying from side to side. For a change of pace Zack played BELLAKEO. Miriam turned around and pressed her ass to his crotch. Luckily this time around, he knew what he was doing. He gently pushed her down and kept his hand on her back as he rolled his hips into her ass. Miriam flipped her hair and looked back at him. She began bouncing her ass against him to the beat, resulting in her flashing him her brand new yellow panties. 

“I fucking hate you.” Jack whispered in her ear when the song ended. 

“Why?” She asked innocently as if she didn't feel his dick poking her ass. 

“Calling Miriam to the booth to sing her #1 hit.” Zack announced while the beginning of QLONA played. 

“I'd help you out with that but I am needed.” She said. 

She blew him a kiss and strutted to the DJ booth. She took the mic from Zack and began singing. Jack joined Zack behind the DJ booth to watch her perform. Miriam performed the song a handful of times, the most recent occasion was at Jingle Ball in New York. Her dancing had improved immensely since the beginning of the year. That was mostly thanks to the movie she directed where her character was a pop star. 

Jack's attention was brought back to Miriam as she bowed after finishing her song. She handed Zack the mic and went to where Jack was sitting. Under his chair she stored a tote with a bag of grapes, a pair of sandals, and an outfit change in case her feet got tired or she got cold. After singing, the girls of Jack's friend group called her over. She told Alina that she was going to change shoes, knowing them they would be dancing. She sat next to Jack and pulled off her nude pair of Amina Muaddi pvc heels with a starburst embellishment in the front. She tried to stuff them in her tote but they wouldn't fit. She took out the clothes to put the heels first but then her jeans wouldn't fit in the tote. 

“I'll hold them.” Jack said, holding out his hand for her heels. 

“Are you sure? I can just put them in your car or something.” Miriam said, hesitantly. 

“It's fine. Imma chill here. I'll come find you five minutes before midnight.” He said. 

“Okay. I'll see you in a bit.” she nodded. 

“Don't get drunk.” he warned her. 

“No promises.”

*

It was five minutes to midnight. Jack watched Miriam down another shot of vodka and decided to go get her. 

“Jack!” She squealed when she saw him. She ran to him and jumped in his arms. “I miss you!”

“I missed you too, but let's get you some water.” Jack said, setting her down.

She leaned in and whispered. “I'm good, I paid off the bartender to give me water instead of vodka.” 

Jack chuckled. “You fucking genius.”

“I know.” She fluffed her hair. “Can we go back, I want to get my grapes.” 

“Oh about that, I kinda ate them.” He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“Bro, those were for my twelve wishes.” She pouted. 

“That explains why you had a few. I've seen you eat half a bag like nothing.” he said. “Want me to ask the bartenders if they have any by chance?” 

“It's fine.” 

“I'm sorry. I got hungry.” 

“It's okay.” She said. 

“Let me apologize properly.” Jack said.

“You just said ‘I'm sorry.’ Plus there's two minutes till midnight.” 

Jack smirked. “I only need two.”

He took her hand and pulled her to a storage room. After locking the door, he draped his jacket on a chair and lifted Miriam on the table. He held her neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Skillfully he unfastened the small hook on the back of her dress and unzipped it, pushing it down to her hips. Jack unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. 

Miriam pushed down his pants and boxers. She reached down to stroke his cock, but Jack pushed her hand away and lined himself to her entrance. Outside they heard everyone counting down. Just as the count down reached one, Jack slid in her. 

“I haven't been inside of you since last year.” He said, resting his forehead on her shoulder. 

Miriam let out a mix of a moan and laugh. “You're so annoying.”

“And you love me for it.” He pulled her chin up to kiss her. “Happy new year.” 

“Happy new year, now fuck me because I haven't had sex since last year.” She said.

Jack chuckled and got to work. He placed one of her legs over his shoulder and slid into her. He pulled away and thrusted into her once again, earning louder sounds from her. Miriam nails dig into Jack’s biceps as he pounded into her. He took her rough and possessively. He snapped his hips, burying himself deep into her with every thrust. It didn’t take long for Miriam to come. She chanted his name and wrapped her legs tighter around him, wanting to feel all of him. Jack's orgasm followed soon after. With three shallow thrusts, he pushed himself deep inside Miriam, spilling every last drop in her. Jack pulled out of her and grabbed a roll of paper towels from a shelf. He wet them with warm water and cleaned Miriam up with one of them. Then he cleaned himself with the other. 

“Good?” He asked after helping her zip up her dress.

“Yeah,” Miriam nodded. 

Jack help open the door for her. “Ready to see what the year has in store for us Mrs. Dominguez-Harlow?”

Miriam nodded. “Yes Mr. Harlow-Dominguez.”

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[luna-writes-stuff]

As The World Falls Down, Nikolai Lantsov

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Fanfic, fem! reader

Hurt/comfort, angst with fluff ending

Word count: 2650

Tw: IS IT STURMHUND OR STURMHOND BECAUSE IT SOUNDS GERMAN SO I’VE ALWAYS SAID/WRITTEN STURMHUND BUT NOW THE TUMBLR TAGS ARE TELLING ME IT’S STURMHOND (yes I’ve read the books). Unintended infidelity, marriage, slight heartbreaking, Luna is an Alina-defender 4 life. Let me know if I missed any????

Summary: Nikolai’s proposal to Alina was strictly political. It made for a perfect alignment, even if love was lacking. Both parties agreed to this. However, Alina doesn’t know Nikolai is technically already married, though not on his birth name. He didn’t think much of the proposal, but you did. And after days of avoiding him, he finally talks with you, and you have a much-needed heart to heart.

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“There's such a sad love Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel Open and closed Within your eyes.”

Sturmhund’s wife. Those were the words echoing around in your head. Sturmhund’s wife. Not Nikolai’s; Sturmhund’s. And the reality of it came crushing down after those awful words left his mouth.

You hadn’t officially married Nikolai. No - your contract stated his pseudonym. This was to ensure no hunters would come after you, trying to sell you for ransom or power. It was a very strategic move. Legally, you were bound to Sturmhund, but it was never something you and Nikolai had any difficulty with. He was Sturmhund after all, and between the two of you, that never stood in the way. It was weird to consider, but after only a couple weeks, you realised that the contract was the only thing that stated otherwise. Truth for you still was that you were married to Nikolai, and that had never been a lie.

Well, that came to stab you in the back after only a year.

“I'll place the sky Within your eyes.”

A reasonable part of your brain told you it was logical - it was smart. Of course Nikolai would propose to Alina. Politically, it made sense. It was a genius move. But the other eighty percent of your brain stenched from the betrayal. Seething fury and pain was buried deep underneath your skin, and no matter how nice and loving Alina had been, you couldn’t escape sneaking glares her way.

You never meant to. She was sweet and kind - she didn’t deserve it. But she was going to marry your husband. And he hadn’t even discussed it with you. That might have been the most painful about the entire ordeal: he never asked you.

It was never brought up in conversation, nor had he hinted towards it. It made you begin to wonder how long he had planned this out. And if he ever was going to tell you or ask you before proposing. Years spent with Nikolai before your marriage should have told you he would never do this out of love, but it felt like rubbing salt in a wound.

You hadn’t spoken to him in three days. In truth, you hadn’t seen him in three days. It might have been pettiness, but you were frightened you might do something stupid when you saw him again. So, you tried your very best to avoid him for as long as you could.

“There’s such a fooled heart Beatin' so fast. In search of new dreams A love that will last Within your heart.

Unfortunately, Nikolai wasn’t stupid. He knew you were avoiding him. He also knew exactly why. Then, every single time he tried to find you, something came in between. It was late at night, when he finally felt enough was enough. He had laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling endlessly. Sleep hadn’t come easy to him these last few days. You weren’t even showing up in your shared room anymore. Your pillow had gotten uncomfortably cold, and the clothes in your shared closet hadn’t moved since he made his decision.

Sitting up straight, he ran a hand through his hair, casting a glance to the empty spot beside him. Then, he stood up, hastily pulling on his robe as he left the room. Everyone had gone to sleep already, and the last people in the halls were either half asleep or keeping a watchful eye. A brief nod of recognition was given his way as Nikolai walked through the chilling halls.

He had no idea where to even start looking. You wouldn’t be in the most obvious spots; he knew you better than that. Tolya and Tamar had refused to tell him anything, even though he was sure they knew something. Their attitude towards him had changed slightly after his exchange with Alina, and he was sure they didn’t agree either. He didn’t mention it. He knew they’d shout at him, and he had enough on his shoulders as it was.

“I'll place the moon Within your heart.”

At night, Tamar would visit you, sometimes going with you to get some food in the late hours of the night. It was the only moment you could be given any peace. Right now, though, you had been alone.

Sitting at the long empty table, you chewed on a sandwich, topped with your favourite condiments. It was the most enjoyment you could get out of your day, and it was best celebrated in silence.

Papers of negotiations and terms were sprawled out across the kitchen, some weapons sitting in the corner of the room, hidden from plain sight. It never surprised you. You knew everyone had to be on their toes. It made it easier for you to focus on other things.

Like this delicious sandwich. “As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you. Every thrill is gone, Wasn't too much fun at all.”

“I might have known,” You heard from the entrance of the dining room, successfully drawing your attention. An unwanted scowl climbed onto your face as you stood up, holding the sandwich in one hand and the plate in another.

“I was just leaving,” You spoke with a full mouth, placing the plate in the sink, before making your way to the doorway. Not giving him another word, you pushed past him. “Wait,” He mumbled, grabbing your shoulder, forcing you to stop. You shrugged it off, turning around to face him. He looked slightly betrayed at the gesture, but composed himself quickly. “Can we not talk?”

“About?” You asked, disinterest in your voice. “Your new wife? She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” “Darling-“ Nikolai tried, but you had already turned around. “Goodnight, your highness.”

So, maybe you wanted to run up to him, sob into his shoulder and voice all your worries. Maybe, internally, that is what you needed most. But the mere sight of him now caused your blood to boil. And you could weep around that thought. Where he had once managed to make your heart skip a beat every time he looked at you, it now caused it to sink in agony. He made an oath to love you and no other. He made a promise. And political or not, it stung.

“But I'll be there for you. As the world falls down. Falling in love.”

You weren’t surprised when his quick feet caught up with you almost immediately, then slowing down to match your pace. You hated that he did that. He always did that. Asshole.

“Listen, I should have discussed this with you,” “Should you?” You interrupted, not halting your movement. “I don’t know. It’s not as if I am your wife or anything.” “Darling, please,” Nikolai pleaded, now grabbing your upper arms and keeping you in place, turning you to face him. “I love you, and only you. You know this.”

You didn’t respond to this, your eyes casting to the floor instead. You couldn’t see the change in Nikolai’s features upon your silence. You didn’t see how his eyebrows furrowed in heartbreak as his eyes reflected the same sadness you had felt this entire time. “You know that I love you, right?” He repeated, his voice now unsure.

The silence that followed was as terrifying to you as it had been to him. He hadn’t meant to make you feel this way. When he proposed, he didn’t think much of it, expecting you wouldn’t think much of it either. But the opposite finally appeared to be true, and now being directly faced with it, Nikolai cursed himself for not seeing it earlier.

“I'll paint you mornings of gold. I'll spin you Valentine evenings though we're strangers 'til now. We're choosing the path Between the stars.”

“Hey,” He tried, his hands gently falling from your arms as one of his fingers tapped your chin, causing you to redirect your gaze from the floor to his face. “You know I love you, right?”

Your lower lip trembled lightly as you let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know anymore, Nikolai.” “Oh, darling,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around you as he forced you into his embrace. And finally, after three days, you broke, your eyes breaking its dams as tears began to stream down your face, your shoulders shaking with your sobs.

“There is no one in the world I could ever love other than you,” Nikolai assured, his head resting atop yours as his fingers began to rub soothing patterns on your back. “Please, do not think you are anything less to me than everything.” “Why wouldn’t you ask me?” You sobbed, not looking up at him, instead keeping your head buried in his chest.

“I don’t know,” He answered truthfully. “I didn’t mean much by the proposal. I didn’t think too much of it as anything other than a paper.” He continued, placing a comforting kiss on top of your head. “And because of that, I didn’t think you would make much of it either.” “You were wrong.” You countered, your hands now grasping the back of his robe. “I know that now.” Then, he moved his head, looking down at you. “And I should have asked you before. I see that error.”

“I'll leave my love Between the stars.”

“If you had asked,” You started, your voice unsure. “And I would have said no, would you have still asked her?” A beat of silence echoed, before you felt him shake his head. “I wouldn’t have.”

You raised your head at this, your teary eyes forcing contact with his, seeking his face for any hint of deception. When you couldn’t find any, you sighed heavily. “I want to understand,” you muttered. “But part of me feels so betrayed.” “I know,” Nikolai whispered, one hand making its way to your face, wiping away stray tears. “And I do not blame you for this.”

“Alina is lovely,” you continued. “She doesn’t know we’re married. She doesn’t do this to harm me. Yet, part of me envies her so much. Every time I see her, I just want to punch her in the face.” That got a tiny chuckle out of him. “She doesn’t deserve that, Nikolai.” You scolded. “No, but it’s a little funny.”

“As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you. Every thrill is gone Wasn't too much fun at all.”

When his laughter died down, he looked at you in sincerity. “I can break it off,” He decided. “Easily. It wouldn’t hurt her feelings. In truth, I do not think she feels anything for me. She is lovesick over Mal.” “Nikolai,” You interrupted him. “As someone who wishes to end this war, I see that this would be a good solution.” He shook his head. “And as my wife?”

When you thought about it for some time, Nikolai filled the silence. “The brutal truth.” He clarified. “Don’t make me feel good about myself.” You shrugged at that, your features falling slightly. “I’d ask for both your hands. Not just one.”

With those words, Nikolai’s hands intertwined with yours, squeezing them affectionately. “Then, you shall have them.” A heavy feeling settled into the pit of your stomach, the ominous truth lurking over your shoulders, almost laughing at you menacingly. “The people need an end to all of this.” “There are other ways to solve this war. Other, peaceful ways.” Nikolai countered, pulling you back into his embrace.

“But I'll be there for you. As the world falls down. As the world falls down. Falling in love.”

When he didn’t feel you copy his hold, he continued talking. “Marriage was option one. There are a hundred others.” “You could have started with these.” You mumbled, wiping the final few tears off your face. “Well, this one was the easiest,” Nikolai explained. “But I think that keeping my one true wife is worth the struggle.”

The lump in your throat began to slowly vanish at those words, anxiety still there, although less severe. As if he sensed it, Nikolai broke his hold on you. “Come morning, I’ll talk to Alina. You have my word.” Your hand shot to your arm as you rubbed it, trying to distract yourself. “I think it’s just the looming threat of the darkling.”

Cocking his head from side to side, the prince agreed with you. “It is terrifying.” “What if we cannot win this?” You questioned, doubt heavy on your mind. You knew it was on Nikolai’s too, but he had always been better at hiding it. Royal training tends to do that to you. “For the first time in years, we have a chance,” he assured. “And if not, I’ll die protecting that which I love.” You raised your eyebrows at this, already knowing what was coming, but you gave him the chance to say it out loud: “That’s you.”

Finally, a small smile climbed onto your face. “Sap.” “You married me for it.”

“As the world falls down Falling in love. As the world falls down.”

The late hour had started to dawn on you, exhaustion slipping back into your features. You were too tired to think more of the war, and make the issue bigger than it was. You spoke with Nikolai, which hadn’t been on your list of things to immediately get to. Be that as it may, it brought enough relief, and you found yourself slightly grateful for him stalking the halls late at night.

“Promise to not propose to anyone ever again?” You asked, trying to leave the matter for what it was. “Not ever after I asked you?” Nikolai retorted in a joking manner. You didn’t laugh at this. “That was a joke.” He clarified.

“It wasn’t funny.” “I know,” He quickly corrected himself, wiping the smile off his face, sincerity shown once again. “That was too soon.” You nodded at him, but leaned into his side, offering him some form of assurance.

“Makes no sense at all. Makes no sense to fall. As the world falls down Falling in love.”

“Come back to bed, my love. I haven’t slept well in days.” He muttered, an arm wrapping around your figure as he held you against him. “Neither have I.” You confessed, which caused him to look at you in slight confusion. “Truly?” When you nodded at him, he nodded his head, seemingly lost in thought. “Well, you wouldn’t say. You still look absolutely breathtaking.” You couldn’t suppress the heat rising to your face at his words, your heart skipping a beat.

When he didn’t speak after that, you took it as your queue to fill it. “I’m sorry.” You voiced. Furrowing his eyebrows, Nikolai squeezed your shoulder. “You have nothing to apologise for,” His feet began to walk through the halls, dragging you with him as he made sure to match your pace. “You were completely in the right to question my decisions and feel hurt because of it. My mistake was thinking that my reason for actions would be interpreted the same for everyone.” He cleared his throat as he thought over his own actions of the past few weeks with regret. “Clearly, that is not the case, and I know that now.”

The second smile of the night climbed upon your face as you looked up at him. “Are you apologising to me now?” “Shh,” He shushed you quickly. “Don’t tell the others.” You shook your head, nudging his side slightly. A content grin spread on Nikolai’s face as he looked down at you. “I love you, darling.” He shared. “Will you say it back?”

Giving him one fake-hesitant look, you gave him a joking nod. “I love you too.” His free hand grasped yours, bringing it up to his lips as he placed a light kiss on top of it.

“Thank you.”

“As the world falls down. Falling in love.”

#november writings 2023 #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #grishaverse #Nikolai lantsov #sturmhond #nikolai lantsov x reader #patrick gibson

[kasagia]

Can't catch me now... pt. 2

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling xgrisha! reader Summary: The Hunger Games in Ravka. 12 districts. 12 tributes. 12 mentors. 11 young people die every year. 1 winner. Aleksander was a mentor to many. But only your face will haunt him for centuries. Inspired by: The Hunger Games. I changed the world of both of them a bit. Word Count: 4,4 k Taglist: @flostvs1508 @watersquirtpewpewboomm @aoi-targaryen @summersummoner-pat @il0vebeingdelulu @chelseyyouraverageluigi @msblacklupin Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist PART 1 ~•♤♤♤•~

"You look like death. Have you even slept an hour?" You shrug at Genya's question. The woman sighs and works on your face to make you presentable. "The general was furious. He's a good man, despite everything they say about him. You have to understand that... he didn't expect this turn of events, and his stoic attitude was violated. I swear, this is the second time I've seen him lose his cool. And I've been here since I was a child."

"When was the first time?" You ask curiously, not believing her for a moment. You couldn't trust anyone here. You could only count on yourself and no one else. You missed Alina a lot.

"I will tell you this with a complete twist. Anyway, if someone asks, you didn't know it from me. 40 years ago, in the Hunger Games, the General was... asked to be a mentor. Her name was Luda. She was brave and beautiful, with a good heart and a pure soul. She was a healer in her village. She volunteered. In exchange for her younger sister."

"And what happened? He scared her with his shadows because she was a vegetarian and didn't want to eat meat to get stronger?" You mock, as she is making final amendments to your look.

"She died." An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Genya was blindly combing your hair, obviously thinking about her. You could see from the look in her eyes that she must have been especially close to this tribute. "She was... close to the general. He had been mourning her death for a very long time. And I don't want to spread rumours, but the tribute who killed her and won the Hunger Games was found hanging in the forest near his home village. His family was soon convicted of conspiring against the crown and hanged in a more… spectacular way."

"I feel like you're not telling me this just to satisfy my curiosity." You guess as she finally pulls away from you.

You don't know what's worse, when she fixes your face with her strange power or when she looks at you intently, looking for something else to improve your appearance. You weren't used to caring THAT much about yourself. Because who would want to look at an orphan?

"I just want to warn you that… our choices don't necessarily affect only us." You roll your eyes at her attempt at intimidation. Of course. He couldn't make you do anything himself, so he sent his minions to convince you. Quite pathetic, like for the terrible Darkling, who everyone feared.

"I am an orphan. There's nothing he can take from me. I... I have nothing left to lose or to care about..." You say it quietly, rubbing your wrist with your hand. You try hard not to think about Alina and Mal. Your only family... all you have left after those you lost.

"And your life?"

"We're all going to die someday, Genya." Your soft whisper seals the uncomfortable silence.

You think about your parents and siblings—everyone you lost—and the life you could have had that fate ripped from you before you learned how to fight for yourself. You lost everything as a child. There's nothing left for you. At least nothing good.

"Here. You look amazing. There is only one thing missing." She says this with a smile and takes out a long, black coat with black and white embroidery from the closet. It's a kefta. A fucking kefta.

"What the hell is that?" You ask angrily, standing up from your chair and looking at the piece of clothing in utter disgust.

"The general ordered it especially for you. You are a Grisha. You are one of us, and you should present yourself as such." She says this and puts the kefta on the chair.

You walk up to it and run your hand over the material. You expected something rough—just like the general's character—and uncomfortable to wear, since the keftas protected Grisha from every blade and bullet, but this... was nothing like armor. It was soft and cozy. Like velvet. Nothing you may have experienced in your district.

"Black? Isn't that his colour?" You ask, trying to reassure yourself of how terrible this damn thing is.

"Merzost is closely associated with the Darkling bloodline in our culture, since he used it to create the fold. Consider it a… coincidental coincidence." You snort when you hear her explanation. If anything, it was a sign of belonging. The general's new toy. Freak of nature. What a pity he'll lose you before he can use you for the good of his fucking Grisha.

"Other people won't see it like that. You know this, so stop lying to me." The redhead sighs, running a hand through her hair.

"Just put it on. People need to know that the king broke his word to Grisha to force you to participate in the Hunger Games, breaking part of the covenant between us."

"This isn't my war to fight, Genya. Besides, I'm going to die in games anyway, so what's the difference?" Your response only enraged her more.

She didn't raise her voice, and you wouldn't have recognized her emotions unless you saw her hands tremble slightly before she placed them behind her back. You wonder how many times she has had to hide her true feelings.

"You have Merzost in your veins, the most powerful force you can draw from. Do you really want to give it all up? Lose the opportunity you have in front of you? Do you know how many of us have been waiting for you?" She asks with resentment in her voice, but you really don't want to argue with her.

You know it doesn't make sense because they are all here believing in some stupid children's story, a fairy tale that made you a savior in their eyes, and now, since you have finally arrived, you are supposed to fly around and pretend to be a hero you know you are not. As if you could do anything you wanted.

"I was dead long before I was chosen for The Hunger Games. Year after year I was only prolongs the inevitable. I am sorry, but that's the truth. Don't get your hopes up."

"I see that my favourite suicide is in good shape today." Your discussion is interrupted by the appearance of the Darkling. You sigh, rolling your eyes at him. You seriously considered throwing yourself at the spear of one of those ancient armored knights that decorated the halls of the palace. At least you wouldn't have to endure his presence any longer. "Are you rested? Fed?"

"Don't you have something else to do instead of keeping an eye on me? Or send your minions to do it for you? This is getting tiring and irritating." Genya gives you an offended look. She huffs, leaving the chambers as she gets a nod from the Darkling.

"I am your mentor. It's my duty to take care of you." He says, clasping his hands behind him once you're left alone. He looks at you carefully and takes a step towards you. This time, you don't step back but stare at him defiantly.

"Then it is with great pleasure that I would like to relieve you of this obligation." Your words only make him chuckle. He straightens a piece of your hair, tucking it behind your ear. His fingertips brush against your cheek, making you shiver. However, you do nothing to let him know how much his proximity bothers you.

"Oh, you won't make it. Only a king can do this. Do you like your kefta?" He asks, changing the subject. You turn your head towards the offending fabric still hanging on the chair.

"It looks like a floor rag." You say, not hiding your disgust. He chuckles darkly again. He takes the kefta in his hands and unfolds it, pretending to look at it carefully as he walks over to you again.

"Then Karamzin must be richer than I thought, if this is what your floor rags look like. Especially the orphanage."

"Have you been rummaging through my files? What for?" You ask in shock, trying to mask your fear. If he finds out about Alina and Mal… you don't want to have any more deaths on your conscience.

"Better put it on if you don't want to find out very soon." You decide to follow your better judgement instead of your pride and turn your back on him, letting him put on the hideous kefta. Surprisingly, the material hugs you perfectly. You feel warm and soft—the complete opposite of what you know. You gasp in shock as he reaches for his belt and pulls you towards him. You bump into his chest as he tightens the belt around your waist. "Good girl. Now, put your hand in the crook of my arm and smile nicely, and everything will turn out great today. And if you keep behaving as a good girl, you'll get dessert tonight."

"I'd rather gouge out my eyes and sew my mouth shut than be an obedient little doll that you can dress however you want and show everyone."

"I'd reconsider it if I were you. The chefs baked a chocolate cake today. With chocolate-covered cherries on top. Have you ever had a chance to eat something like it?" He smiles, almost mischievously, as he stands next to you, still waiting for you to follow his instructions.

"Son of a bitch." You mutter under your breath and he laughs. He must have been drunk. He couldn't be in such a good mood. Not him.

"That's actually very ture, my little wellspring." He says and leads you to a slaughter worse than the Hunger Games... he leads you to a party for the Games. Among the nobility. You shudder just thinking about this nightmare (not because he puts his bigger hand on yours).

"You have a very beautiful dress!" You force a fake smile on your lips when a noblewoman compliments you.

"Thank you." You say, sipping your glass of wine. The only good thing that happened to you at the party was alcohol. And even then, the Darkling tried to limit you to this one pleasure, making sure that you didn't drink too much.

Your head hurt from all the nonsense conversations with all these people who were only famous for being born into rich families. Terrible. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice several tributes also struggling to maintain their composure. At least you weren't the only one.

However, after you turned out to be Grisha, the rest of the tributes tended to avoid you. You knew from the beginning that you wouldn't have any friends among them, but it would be nice to have one friendly soul in this terrible place.

"I didn't think the people of District 12 would fit into our community so well, but you, darling, look absolutely perfect." You barely stop yourself from throwing the glass you're holding at her. Instead, you tighten your grip on him and smile politely at her, gritting your teeth in anger.

"I'm glad I can surprise you."

Fortunately, you don't have to talk to her anymore. The general approaches you quickly, noticing your tenseness, and with his natural grace, he places his hand on your waist, starting a conversation with a woman who turns out to be a close friend of the queen. Oops. It's better that he came to you, because you wouldn't apologise if you accidentally allowed Merzost to break free and turn her into a volcra.

As you stand next to them, as larger crowds of women begin to gather around you, you realize a terrible truth. The Darkling was your only support here. Him and Genya.

You flinch as he suddenly tightens his grip on your waist and guides you away from the group of noblewomen, who giggle as you both walk away. You allow yourself to roll your eyes at them.

"What the hell was that?" He asks you angrily, setting your glass down on the table. You automatically reach for it again, but he grabs your hand before you can take it and keeps it away from the alcohol.

"I was just about to ask you the same fucking thing." You respond in a defiant tone, glaring daggers at him. Your stomach was starting to growl, and the bastard wouldn't let you touch anything to eat until you fulfilled your end of the bargain and behaved yourself. As you and he can see, you didn't do very well.

"Don't grimace around them as if they were pouring salt into your open wounds." He says it angrily and lets go of your hand. He reaches for something from the buffet. You freeze when he hands you a tiny plate with some fruit. You lick your lips, staring at your food for a moment before looking back at him. "It's for avoiding causing a drama. Partly. Try harder, and I'll let you eat whatever you want."

"But that's what they do! Do you have any idea what it's like to have to stand there smiling and nodding your head while these snobs from the capital talk about how your people and the city are octopus and beneath them?!" You hiss so only he can hear it, but you take the plate of food from him anyway. God knows when you'll get something again.

"I'm Grisha. I know exactly what you are going through." You would laugh at him mockingly if you didn't have a mouth full of food. He looks at you disgusted, and you quickly get the hint and eat smaller portions.

"Please. You've been doing fine since the Hunger Games. At least your people don't have to die every year to the delight of a bunch of sadistic idiots with stuffed bras and fake hair." Your comment makes him bite his lip, but he still can't help but smile a little. Few people could make him laugh and laugh at the same time. As you can see, Merzost wasn't the only special thing about you.

However, your hostile look reminds him that you are in the middle of an argument, and it is his turn to present his argument. God, how much work he had to do with you. You will kill him before he can get you safely through the Hunger Games.

"But years ago we were hunted by all of you, and somehow I don't spit on every Ravkan and kill them for it."

"Because you didn't experience it. If you were there, you would act differently." You sound confident. He shakes his head, wondering how you would react to the truth. Although now he seems to be more interested in food than in anything he has to say. He had to finally feed you. His Merzost Holder couldn't go hungry. It's enough that you experienced hunger and poverty in District 12.

"You think?" He asks, setting your empty plate on the table and offering his hand to you. You look at him for a moment, confused by the sudden… change in his attitude.

"General?"

"You can dance, can't you?" He asks, taking your hand, and without waiting for your response, he leads you to the dance floor. The rest of the mentors have no such idea, so you both are closely watched by all the participants in the ball.

"A little." You say shyly, something he's experiencing from you for the first time. He smiles fondly at you, which, of course, you don't see, too embarrassed to look at anything other than your shoes. But others see. The general's small smile does not go unnoticed by his closest soldiers.

"I guess I have to work with that." He says this and gently lifts your chin to look at him. He places a hand on your waist, and the other holds yours in an iron, steady grip. "Eyes on me. Put your hand on my shoulder and try not to fall. Keep up with me, and everything will be fine."

All you can do is trust him, which you do with surprising ease for him. Somehow, he can't take his eyes off you. You looked gorgeous in the black kefta, especially with his symbol embroidered on the back—a little thing you didn't need to know yet. And so, looking at you, Aleksander can't help but wonder what it would be like if he met you under different circumstances. Maybe if he were younger, less experienced... if his mother's words didn't ring so loudly in his head every time he started to feel something akin to tenderness towards you. Maybe if he hadn't lost so many...

Meanwhile, you try to fight the strange feeling he gives you every time his skin touches yours. You feel a strange pull, a calling, and you realise how your power, the same one you tried to ignore and forget for so many years, comes to life under his touch. You hated it. And him. For trying to break down the walls that you put up for so long and so hard. For trying to make you the Grisha you hated. For making it so easy for you to sink into the arms of the Black Heretic ancestor.

And at the same time… it was nice to feel important for a change… even if just for a moment.

So you dance with him, agreeing to this little moment of truce between you two. Deciding that you would look for answers later as to why you felt so attached to him. And why every time he touched you you felt so… powerful.

"That was awful." You groan as you finally return to your chambers, with the Darkling by your side, of course.

He hasn't left you since that dance. He was always somewhere next to you as you talked with the nobility. You have gained several sponsors and the favour of important people in Os Alta. The Darkling was pleased. And you're exhausted.

"And wonderful. You did great, much better than I expected. The servants should bring our dinner soon." He says, sitting next to you on the couch, watching as you take off your kefta and throw it in the corner of the room. He bites his lip, deciding not to comment. He already expected a lot from you today. The manners lesson could have been taught another time.

"Our?" You ask surprised, not expecting him to stay longer than necessary.

"Do you mind?"

"Yes." You answer honestly and straight away, to which he just laughs.

"I wish I cared." He replies with a mischievous smile. You roll your eyes as you take off your shoes and try to pick any pins out of your hair. Genya seemed to enjoy tormenting you. There were definitely too many of them. "So a healer? Really?" He asks, referring to your last conversation. Someone asked you what you wanted to do before you got into The Hunger Games. You decided to answer truthfully once. Of course, you were laughed off and called a sweet, naive soul willing to help. You wanted to vomit on their polished, gold-plated shoes.

"Why not?" You ask angrily. He raises his hands defensively with a smirk, seeing how fed up you are with everything that happened today.

"It's rather… a thankless profession among the common people. Healers usually come to them when they are dying. Relieve suffering. They are the harbinger of death, almost like a reaper. Usually, they are not coming to actually extend their lives."

"So you must have had similar experiences." You scoff, making him think about it. This wasn't what you expected. You were expecting a rather harsh answer. Not a pensive, almost sad look. For a moment, you think that maybe he, too, could just be human. You shake your head. No. He was just one of them. He couldn't have any... human feelings or know the real pain.

"Painful but true. They don't get excited when they see me either." His whisper should make you change the subject, but after the terrible day he put you through, all you want to do is stick a pin in him where it hurts the most.

"I wonder why..." You start, but he cuts you off before you can finish.

"Don't mock. You were behaving so nicely. I prefer you to smile than spit acid."

"I wish I cared." You repeat his words from a while ago, trying to imitate his tone of voice. He rolls his eyes at you, but somehow you both do nothing more than make snide comments to each other. Taking advantage of the relatively quiet moment between you, you decide to ask him honestly. "What do you want from me?"

"To win." He replies simply, playing with the ring on his finger. He rolls it over on his finger, resting his chin on his hand as he looks at you intently. A shiver runs through you as the dark depths of his eyes meet yours. Undeterred by his short, evasive answer, you continue, knowing that this is your only chance to get something from him.

"And then what? You won't let me go back to my district." You say, knowing perfectly well that this is not an option for you. IF you win.

"You are right. You will live here. With Grisha. The people you belong to." You frown, dissatisfied with his answer. You weren't Grisha. You will never be. No matter how much he pushes and forces you to become one of them.

"Unless I die, which is very probably since I am not going to kill anyone on the arena." You remind him. He doesn't seem to take your promise seriously. You don't convince him. He will see for himself in the arena how serious you are about your decision.

"You won't die." He says it firmly, as if it were an obvious fact.

"How can you..."

"YOU WON'T!" He yells at you, standing up. You sit stoically in the same position as before, watching as the shadows in the corner of the room gather around him. He sighs and waves them away. "I've been waiting a long time for you, Y/N. You are the one of your kind and even more precious than a Sun Summoner. I won't see your dead body. No matter how much you want it."

"Leave." You say, too tired to argue with him, to tell him that you have no intention of being an obedient tool in his hands, that you won't be a weapon that he can use.

"That's my palace." Furious at his words, you get up to face him. You look at each other with pure hatred.

You are too tired to notice that a dark mass is beginning to form around your arms. But Aleksander sees it. And he watches with fascination as you let your powers slip through. Out of curiosity, he summons his shadows behind you. Just a small black cloud. However, for some reason, under the influence of your powers, the room is plunged into complete darkness. He looks at you in shock, realising that you had unknowingly empowered him by providing him with energy from Merzost. Unbelievable.

"And my room for a while, so prove to me you can sometimes be the nobel man everyone told me you are and leave me alone." You whisper; all you can see in the dark surrounding you are its irises, analysing you with undisguised fascination and admiration.

If only you trained, if you learned to control what was inside you... Aleksander wouldn't have to take anyone into account; he could just declare himself tsar, threatening the Ravkans to expand the fold if they didn't recognise Grisha's greatness. All he needed was you.

"As you wish." He says, deciding to let you win this fight. He takes your hand and holds it tight as he calls his shadows back to him. They come back in a second. One blink, and the darkness in the room disappears. Impossible. Even his mother didn't have that much control in her glory days. He wondered if you would have this effect only on him or on other Grisha as well. But no. He won't share this secret with anyone. Not yet. For now, you were only his little wellspring of power. "Tomorrow is the first day of your training. 7 A.M. Don't be late, or I will drag you out of your bed by myself." He says, letting go of your hand and walking towards the exit, trying hard not to steal glances at you. He would have to look into his grandfather's journals and old books. You were a real mystery. And he was just waiting to see what more you could do besides complete him perfectly.

"Go to hell." You mutter under your breath, rubbing the hand that was in his iron grip a few moments ago. You felt that stupid electric thrill again. It definitely had to have something to do with your strange connection. Darkling and Merzost Holder. You had to find out more about it. Maybe you need to start being nice to Genya after all...

"Excuse me?" He asks, turning around in the doorway when he hears the insult from you.

"Sleep well." You reply with a sweet, cynical smile. He shakes his head in amusement and decides to ignore your behavior. He'll give you a hard time at training tomorrow. See how far your skills range. With a little training, who knows... maybe you'll be able to bring people back from the dead.

Involuntarily, his thoughts turn to Luda. If he had you by his side earlier… no. He couldn't think about her. He knows that history would have turned out the same way. Because even if you had revealed yourself to him earlier, he would have been too busy with you to see anyone else.

Aleksander promises himself that he will do everything to prevent you from becoming his second Luda. He had enough ghosts of his past tormenting him at night. And you can't become another one of them. If necessary, I will kill these tributes myself. He will find a way. He always did.

Unless someone dares to interfere with his plans... just like last time. That's why, immediately after leaving your chambers, he goes to the only person he knows who will be able to protect you from his greatest enemy.

"Ulla?! Sister?! I have an offer you can't refuse!" He calls from the shore of the lake in the gardens of Little Palace.

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

Prompt : 'The svechnikov fam full on pink to see the Barbie movie-'

oh fuck yes 🩷🩷🩷 barbie pink is my favorite pink! technically in the vague timeline i’ve established, none of the babies would be born to see the movie in theaters, but let’s see what outfits the fam would wear:

andrei - obviously the pink lensed raybans, a pink hoodie, and dark jeans. he fully supports the dressing up and lets the girls paint his nails pink too

reader - one of those pink puff sleeved cupcake dresses because the girls saw it in her closet and insist on it. takes a picture in pink platform heels, but changes into pink nikes for actually going to the theater. carries a big pink longchamps back for all the snacks and drinks. wears matching pink heart shaped sunglasses with the girls and gets a custom manicure for the event (little hearts, stars, the barbie logo). does her hair up in a full blowout and wears pink eyeshadow and hot pink lipstick. (if that lipstick ends up all over andrei - all over him - that’s no one else’s business)

evie - ballet pink tutu and hot pink sweater. matching heart shaped pink sunglasses and a pair of ballet slippers that aren’t actually shoes, but who are you to stifle her creativity. wants to carry your hot pink quilted sant laurent bag and packs it full of lipglosses and tiny toys

alina - bedazzled juicy tracksuit. bottoms are hot pink and top is technically lavender, but again, she picked out the outfit and you’re not going to stop her. pairs it with red cowboy boots and a sequinned headband, also adds glitter to her heart shaped sunglasses. ends up trailing glitter throughout the movie theater and car

kira - baby pink gingham dress with pink ribbons tying off her pigtails. wears a pair of plastic princess aurora shoes from the disney store, but her feet hurt after ten minutes so andrei ends up carrying her

dimitri and maks - want nothing to do with the pink or the barbie movie, so you don’t force them into coming and instead they get to stay home with elena and igor. you come home and elena has used temporary hair spray to turn their little matching faux-hawks hot pink. it’s adorable even if it does stain your bathtub

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov headcanons #andrei svechnikov x reader #anon #asked and answered

[sad-outsider]

Why I didn't like the ending of R&R. Final part

The final part of my analysis and the main reason for my indignation is that the ending of R&R destroyed the entire arc of Alina’s development as a heroine.

Where does the trilogy begin? Alina is powerless, sick, lonely, not finding a place in this world and the only close person is Mal (although this is a controversial statement). Then, according to the classics, she turns out to be the chosen one, she finds allies, enemies and a great goal. In a good story, the main character is faced with difficult choices more than once over the course of the story, and each such choice changes him; each action has consequences and, as a rule, irreparable ones.

What do we see in the ending of TGT? Alina is back where she started, alone and powerless again, while constantly remembering the brightest period of her life, when she was a Grisha, and Mal, whom she sacrificed for the sake of victory, was ✨magically resurrected✨ simply because it was necessary, because Mal her one “true love”, her ray of sunshine and she doesn’t need anyone else, ugh.

What is the message of this story? Never grow up? Live in childhood? Shift responsibility to others, because you don’t want to do something yourself? Maintain the status quo, because you don't care about other people's problems? if you are oppressed, be patient and hope for a miracle? Do not under any circumstances dare to resist oppression, otherwise you are a villain and deserve to die? Excellent moral, Leigh Bardugo… for some immature people.

This ending is tantamount to what if Harry Potter had not destroyed the Horcruxes at the end, become a Muggle, allowing some strangers to kill Voldemort, and then got a job at McDonald's to provide for the Dursleys and returned to live in the closet, nostalgic for Hogwarts, and the author would have said in all seriousness , that everything was originally planned this way and would present it as a happy ending, and not as a tragedy. Do you think many fans of the franchise would be happy with such a “happy ending”? I don't think so.

For those who say that the ending should not always be standard and predictable, I agree, but you just need to be able to write a non-standard ending, otherwise it is better to follow the well-trodden path. After all, the whole point of surprises is that they should please. If someone shits under my door, I will certainly be surprised, but will I be happy?

And for those especially gifted who believe that I have no right to judge the author, because “this is her world, she sees it that way, and if you don’t like it, don’t read it.” I wouldn't say a word if this were fan fiction. But this is a commercial product, I bought these books with money, hoping to read an exciting story with a dark romance (yes, I am one of those people who started reading and finished it mainly because of Darklina), but instead I got wasted potential and disappointment. And people usually get angry when they aren't sold what they want.

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #ruin and rising #anti leigh bardugo #alina starkov #anti mal oretsev #anti malina #darklina

[stromuprisahat]

Zlatá Malina (Golden Raspberry), pt. 6

Siege and Storm- Chapter 10

Those are certainly feelings any romantic relationship should arouse in you.

... probably sulking he's not the centre of your attention...

... enought for all THREE of us?! Nobody cares about Malyen! The reason you're dining in common room is to interact with the people as the Sun Summoner! Malware is just some guy, constantly hanging around people above his station.

Oh no, somebody dared to remind him he's in completely different league!

Very mature.

Just... how DARE he speak FOR Alina?!

This should be HER decision, not making concessions to some guy's fragile ego!

How can you be so inconsiderate towards poor Mal?!

Quick, Alina!

Check where did the bigheaded baby go!

Who pays for Malyen's drinking?

Nikolai, who IS in position to order, lets Alina choose what she wants.

Malware, whose only levarage is his presence no one but Alina cares about, TELLS her what she's gonna do.

Isn't it a power fantasy?! Instead of being courted and wooed, Alina is the one bending over backwards for a mere glance from her beloved.

Nikolai had circulated the story of how the Darkling had tried to execute Mal on the Fold, while forgetting to add he would have been executed anyway for DESERTING the very same army they're in...

Look how cute he is now!

Let's forget that the last time being your guard was a horrible offense!

Or the teeny-tiny fact that ~possible~ loyalty and "seeming alright" don't sound like the best requirements to qualify as a bodyguard.

NOW you remember?! For how long?!

conspiratorial voice: "Don't worry kids, he'll forget soon enough."

Huge fan of how Malina loves to make everything dramatic by unrealistic exaggeration:

"We live in absolute monarchy, but my reinstatement in his own army is beyond the King's competences. One (1) inconsequential tracker is the last straw that would surely end his reign. Not the poverty, mandatory draft, wide gap between social strata... it would be the guy nobody gives a shit about (since he wasn't executed or even arrested yet)..."

How romantic!

Babe, get behind me! I'm not leaving you in the same room with another guy!

Gayyyyy!!!

AU, where Mal's just a closeted gay, trying to prove his manliness by being forcefully territorial about Alina.

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 7, pt. 8

#Grishaverse #Siege and Storm #S&S Chapter 10 #grishanalyticritical #Alina Starkov #Malyen Oretsev #Zlatá Malina #Nikolai Lantsov #V #Grisha trilogy #books #quotes #meme #Leigh Bardugo #anti Malina #anti Mal

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Some Grishaverse characters rated based on my opinion of the Doc Marten’s I think they would wear

Because if you think these folks wouldn’t wear DMs then you’re just lying to yourself

Kaz Brekker: 8/10 Kaz would wear classic all black boots, it has “maybe a bit basic but you’re not wrong” vibes going for it, they match his aesthetic, and it’s a real vibe. I could see him going for the black shoes as well, but I’d like to think he’s a boots man.

The Darkling: -1/10 this bitch also goes for classic black boots but somehow, I can’t explain it, it’s in a bad way. Maybe my judgment is just clouded by my hatred for the Darkling, who knows.

Jesper Fahey: 100/10 I feel like no explanation should be necessary for this but you’re getting one anyway. Jesper would have like a full shoe closet of DMs and he’d meticulously select which ones went best with his outfit that day. I can fully see him wearing different colours on each foot, and he probably also has a full selection of different coloured laces to swap in and out.

Wylan: 9/10 Unlike his boyfriend, he only has one pair; boots, flat colour - probably black or something muted - but sometimes he adds laces with lil rainbows on

Inej: 7/10 This is tough because I so badly want Inej to be a DMs fan but we all know that she wants to walk everywhere silently and I’m not sure that even she could achieve that in DMs. That being said, she’d have a pair of boots in like a really dark purple colour with black laces or black with purple laces.

Alina: 7/10 She’s got her beloved, beaten up old brown boots that she wears on the daily, and then she’s got her cute lil floral number on a pale background that she adores but is terrified of ruining

Nina: 100/10 She also has a full cupboard of Docs; she’s got her florals, her colours, she’s got shiny boots that are like silver-blue but also have loads of colours in, like the suit that Danielle wore for press day (gorgeous), I don’t know how to describe it as a colour. If she and Jesper were the same size then they would absolutely borrow from/raid each other’s DM cupboards all the time. I’m also of the strong belief that she has those chunky heeled shoes in black

#i found this in my drafts #i don’t know what it is #enjoy i guess #grishaverse #leigh bardugo #six of crows #crooked kingdom #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #nina zenik #wylan van eck #kanej #wesper #helnik #doc martens #Darkling #aleksander morozova #alina starkov

[professssor]

CUCCULELLI SHAHEEN

#sun summoner fashion #Alina’s closet #fashion #blue dress #sun aesthetic

[writermuses]

@troublesomemix

#troublesomemix #ref: alina x nicholas #ship: confused how to get it right #ref: alinas closet #//DO NOT REBLOG

[tirkdi]

What do you think book Darkling would have thought of show Alina and what would have show Darkling thought of Book Alina?

oh I love this question!

I don't think book Darkling would have thought very differently of show Alina than he did book Alina, at the beginning – and part of that is because beyond her use to him I don't think book Darkling initially thought that much about Alina, at all. Show Alina is less trusting and naive than book Alina, and is less isolated, so he would have had to adjust his tactics, but I don't think that would have been meaningfully different or difficult for him.

Post-swallowing Novokribirsk with the Fold, though, if he were confronted with s2 Alina, I think he would be disappointed? Book Alina surprises him, and he likes being surprised; that's part of what the obsession and fascination with her is (the other part, of course, is that she's going to live as long as him and could be an actual companion). Season 2 Alina would not catch him by surprise ... unless it was through sheer absence of personality. Show Alina is not at all conflicted in her feelings about the Darkling or what those feelings say about herself; he likes the struggle in book Alina! I think it reminds him of himself when he was younger, which reassures him that he understands and thus can break her. If he were confronted with show Alina, he'd probably resign himself to just locking her in a closet until she came to her senses (as defined by him, obviously). Seems not as fun for him? He seems like someone who likes the challenge.

Show Darkling and book Alina is a little harder! I don't know if show Darkling fell so hard and fast for Alina because he was just that desperate and unable to rein in his emotions, in which case he might fall for book Alina too (he was banging Zoya, after all, it's not like a little grump or snark would have intimidated him). But it did seem like he genuinely liked show Alina, in a way that was very lucky for him, and I think he might not be emotionally ready for book Alina. Importantly, I don't know that book Alina would have been emotionally ready to be loved the way show Darkling immediately loved show Alina, either – she's never really been loved before! Book Alina would surprise him with her reactions to his affections, and not in the way show Alina did (that kiss, which, don't get me started).

#fun question - thank you! #aleksander morozova #alina starkov #darklina #grishaverse #shadow and bone #the grisha trilogy

[bi-bard]

Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Nikolai Lantsov - Nikolai Lantsov Imagine [Shadow & Bone]

Title: Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Nikolai Lantsov

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov X Reader

Word Count: 2,242 words

Warning(s): mention of violence

Author's Note: Yeah, I know the lyrics I used for "seven" were a little on the nose. Don't talk about it.

Also, he would so be a swiftie.

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seven

And I think you should come live with Me and we can be pirates Then you won't have to cry Or hide in the closet And just like a folk song Our love will be passed on

Nikolai came from two different worlds.

I was never connected to royalty in any way.

Truly, there should have been no occasion where the two of us met.

However, Nikolai always wanted to find something new and exciting. It was a trait that could be seen vividly in his childhood. He would run from his home and find something that he found exciting and interesting.

I was the same way.

That was how we found each other when we were younger and it was how we ended up sticking together through most of our lives.

Until we got older.

We still saw each other, but our normal adventures slowed down as we each took on new responsibilities. But even then, I thought that we would always have each other in some way.

And then, he decided to leave.

It was a largely private thing for him. Just like how he used to sneak around and look for adventures when we were younger. He only told me because I was his best friend and he "needed to see that I was there" before he left.

He wanted my support. He would always have it.

I had only gone to say goodbye and wish him well.

Holding my tears back as I watched him get ready to leave broke my heart. I never wanted this day to come. I never truly wanted anything around us to change. I wanted to be the stupid, curious kids that we had always been without the pressure and responsibilities. It was so unbelievably childish, yet I couldn't stop it.

He looked at me from where he stood on the deck of the ship. I forced a grin and waved to him.

I saw something shift in his head. I couldn't place it, but I saw the look on his face change.

I was only more confused when he ran back down to me.

"What are you doing-"

"Come with me," he cut me off as he grabbed my upper arms. A wide smile was stretched across his face.

"What?"

"Come with me," he repeated. "It'll be just like when we were younger, but with more action... and maybe a little scarier."

"Nikolai, I can't just run off."

"Who says?" he replied. "Last time I checked, very few people would question it if you left by my instruction."

"You're pulling the royalty play?"

"Am I?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Please," he muttered. "I think we both deserve this."

I took a deep breath. I thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Yes."

"Really?"

I nodded again. "You owe me an extra set of clothes- Saints!"

"Deal!"

I let out a loud laugh as I was dragged into a tight hug.

I already knew that this was going to be the best choice I had made in my entire life.

I Think He Knows

I think he knows When we get all alone I'll make myself at home And he'll want me to stay

I don't know when my feelings for Nikolai changed. When I went from seeing him as a friend to seeing him as something else entirely.

I would love to say that it was a sudden thing. That one day I woke up and everything just changed. But I don't believe that's what happened. I think it happened very slowly over time and by the time I noticed, it was too strong of a feeling for me to avoid.

The first time I recognized it was soon after Alina and Mal joined our crew for a short time. At that point, I didn't have time to worry about my feelings. We had bigger problems on our hands than my little crush.

I wouldn't have to even think about confronting those feelings until we got to the Spinning Wheel.

It was after everyone had enjoyed dinner. After everyone had dispersed for the night, either to go to bed or to mindlessly toss and turn in some hopeless attempt of getting some sleep.

I was in the second party.

I had given up. Instead, I walked the halls until I found Nikolai's door. I hadn't been hoping to go there. It just happened.

He was still awake, sitting in the corner of his room, staring off into space.

"Not going to bed," I asked as the door shut behind me.

"Hasn't even crossed my mind," he admitted, standing from his spot. "What about you?"

"Dreaming of stopping the villains was much more fun when the villain wasn't real," I chuckled. "It was less scary to watch you fight air."

"Won every battle back then," he grinned at me.

I looked down for a moment, closing my eyes.

"Hey," my attention was drawn back to Nikolai when he spoke up. His hand touched my arm gently. "Everything is going to be fine."

"This isn't you sneaking in and out of your family's castle," I said. "This is going to be the worst fight that we've ever faced. I... I don't want to hear that everything's going to be fine. I want to hear a plan."

"Alina will find the third amplifier and then we can tear down the Fold," he explained. "That's all we can plan until that happens, but I believe that we will get through this."

I just nodded. "I hope you're right."

"Now, that didn't sound like you believed me."

I rolled my eyes.

"(Y/n)..."

His tone was teasing as I looked away from him. How could he change my mood so easily? It simply wasn't fair.

He was just too... perfect. He was too good to me. Even if I had known that I was falling for him, I wouldn't have been able to stop it because that damn smile would have dragged me in. I was hopelessly falling for him more and more each day and it felt like it was going to drive me mad.

And he seemed entirely unaffected.

And something about that made me upset. How dare he sit there and be completely calm while I struggle to not yell how entirely my mind has been consumed by thoughts of him?

Nikolai moved so he could look me in the eye again.

"Don't you trust me," he asked with that stupid old charming smirk that drove me up a wall sometimes. And seemed to be my final straw.

“No, you don’t get to do that,” I snapped before my brain could even comprehend what I was I was saying.

“Do what,” he asked.

“You don’t get to look at me with that little smile and charm in the hopes of comforting me."

"(Y/n)-"

"Also, You don’t get to be clever and funny and charming and kind. That’s just not fair! And honestly, very distracting. You are meant to have flaws- what are you doing?”

He was standing significantly closer to me than he was before. "Listening..."

He took another step closer, and I felt heat rush over my entire body as nervousness took over. I was suddenly far too aware of every word that had spilled out of my mouth. And now that they were there, I couldn't speak another syllable. Every word got caught in my throat like someone was strangling me. He was just so close to me. It was suffocating.

"I've never seen you speechless before," he muttered. He didn't need to speak any louder. He was close enough that I could hear him perfectly fine.

"You've never stood so close to me before," I pointed out.

"I see," he nodded. "So, it's simply my presence that makes you nervous. Why is that?"

"Nikolai," I forced a scoff and looked away from him. "I came here to have a serious conversation about what we're getting ourselves into-"

"You could have run," he stopped me. "You could have run after our first trip together, you could have run when I went out looking for the sun summoner, when we hunted the Sea Whip, or before we crossed the Fold. Yet, you never did. Tell me why."

I looked back at him, ready to lie straight to his face. To tell him that I was his best friend and I cared for him. Nothing more than strictly platonic protectiveness. But then, I saw that smirk again and I knew that any lie I constructed would be nothing short of completely pointless.

"I think you already know," I said quietly, embarrassed at how easy my feelings must have been to spot.

"Yeah, but I'd quite like to hear you say it," he shrugged. "Don't want to make too many assumptions."

I closed my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "It doesn't matter, does it? You're going to be engaged. That's all that matters."

"Not to me," he replied. "Please, say it."

I paused for a moment before finally speaking up again, "I have feelings for you, Nikolai."

His smirk only seemed to grow, which I was convinced wasn't possible.

"Can I go now," I asked. "Are you done embarrassing me?"

"Am I done embarrassing you? Yes," he nodded. "Can you go? Not yet."

"Nikolai-"

My exasperated complaint was interrupted by Nikolai leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine.

I froze for a moment as he kissed me. Soon enough, my eyes fluttered shut and I found myself kissing him back. My hands reached up to cup the sides of his face. His hands touched my sides, pulling me as close to him as he could.

I pulled away first, grinning at him. He grinned back at me, leaning his forehead on mine.

"How long have you known," I asked quietly.

"I wasn't quite sure until a few moments ago. I've had my suspicions... and I've... hoped for a while."

"Oh," I mumbled.

"'Oh,'" he repeated, chuckling as he leaned in and kissed me again.

I smiled into the kiss.

It was a feeling of peace that I had never been lucky enough to experience before. And I never wanted to lose it.

King of My Heart

Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep Change my priorities The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

Tearing down the Fold didn't come without its sacrifice.

That sacrifice seemed to make everyone determined to hold on tightly to what they still had.

At least, that was what I assumed led to Nikolai waking me up in the middle of the night to try to quietly get us from my room to his.

I couldn't have escaped him that night. Not that I wanted to. His arms held onto me so tight that I was convinced he was going to crush my ribs by accident. He hid his face in the crook of my neck, refusing to even flinch after he was comfortable.

It was the first time that I had truly felt like I was the center of someone's attention. I was the most important thing in the world in that moment. Even if it was just for him.

Waking up to Nikolai the next morning only helped to solidify that feeling.

He was already grinning at me. I smiled back.

"Good morning," I muttered, rolling on my back as I stretched.

"Good morning..."

I let out a chuckle as Nikolai pulled me closer to his side.

His lips touched my cheek and my nose and my forehead... light kisses until his lips found mine. I hummed against his lips, kissing him back slowly.

Through all the loss and the injuries and the fear, this moment felt like setting a broken bone. Nothing had quite been healed or fixed, but there were intentions. A future that could be seen where that pain wasn't as strong.

"I could get used to this," I muttered as he pulled away.

He chuckled, nudging his nose with mine. "Me too."

There was a moment of silence between us. A moment where we truly enjoyed being together. Relaxing and holding each other properly for the first time. I never wanted to pull away from him.

But I knew that I would have to eventually.

"How do you plan on sneaking me out of here," I asked. "It would be a bit of a scandal if someone were to catch you spending the night with someone other than your future queen."

I meant for it to be a joke, but some kind of edge must've snuck into my voice before I could stop it. Nikolai let out a sigh as a guilty look crawled over his face. His thumb drew a circle into my skin.

"I'm sorry," he muttered to me. "About all of this."

"We could have never happened anyway," I shrugged, acting like the fact hadn't left a permanent scar in my heart. "Not officially anyway. You're doing what's best for Ravka. I understand that."

"'Official' or not, you always have and always will have all of me," he promised.

My heart swelled as I smiled at him. "And that's enough for me."

I had no interest in having a crown or an audience around to prove it.

As long as I had these moments then I would happily exist just as I was.

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[imnotasuperhero]

We will rise and shine - Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Type: Fluff.

Summary: The life as you knew it before becoming a parent, changed drastically. It was time you and Wanda had a taste of it, even if it was for a few hours.

Wordcount: 1234

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for a while mulling over if it was worthy.. I decided to bit the bullet and tiptoe on this. Baby related fics might become a thing since I’m a month away from becoming an aunt and the baby fever will be real. (:

Being a mama was easily one of the best things that have ever happened to you. Even with all the long nights and never-ending dirty diapers. Hell, even the gagging baby's vomits were nothing compared to the image you could witness in times like these.

Walking closer to the couch, your heart squeezed itself as your vision adjusted better to the bodies sleeping peacefully.

And to think Wanda still doubted herself about her capabilities.

Taking your phone from the back pocket of your jeans, you captured the image of a sound-asleep Wanda holding your baby girl in her protective arms.

And babies being babies, Alina woke up right as you were walking away from them.

Quickly returning to your sleeping wife, you took your daughter in your arms as you cooed her.

"Hello, beautiful," you kissed the baby's nose. "How about we let mommy sleep. Huh?" You informed as you walked towards the kitchen, getting yourself a steamy mug of tea before you sat beside Alina on her playing mat.

Cleaning the falling tears, Wanda tiptoed to the closet, reaching for the box in her hiding spot, only to swallow a cry as she opened said box and placed the pregnancy test inside.

To say she was a walking ball of nerves was an understatement. Nothing has prepared her for all these emotions running freely inside her chest.

You both had been trying to get her pregnant for a while now. 

Many were the failed attempts and the broken hearts. But Wanda felt it deep in her. This time will be successful.

Placing the box in the bed between you two, Wanda leaned down to your sleeping form, placing feather-like kisses on your face.

"Now, this is a good way to wake up," you smiled sleepily as Wanda giggled without stopping her ministrations.

"I have something for you." Wanda placed one last kiss on your lips before she reached for the beige box.

"What's this?" You asked curiously as you accepted the gift.

"Open it." She commanded, scrutinizing your reaction.

As you took the first item out, Wanda felt her lungs hurt from the lack of air.

"I- You-" Your eyes were glued to the small grey onesie that read 'Mama's cuddly monster' in cursive lettering. "Wands," you turned to look at her, and Wanda couldn't help the teary smile taking over. "There's more." She added at the question in your voice.

You rummaged through the wood chips until you found a small plastic stick, quickly taking it out.

"Is this yours?" You cried happily, turning your whole body to face her.

"We're pregnant, ba-"

Wanda was cut off mid-sentence. Your lips collided against hers, making her melt all over the bed.

"Thank you," you cried as your forehead met hers.

Before she could answer, you moved to her belly, rolling up her shirt. "Mommy and I will be waiting for you," you vowed, kissing her flat stomach. Wanda swore her heart grew ten times its size.

Looking at you two playing together, Wanda couldn't help the same feeling she felt all these months ago.

"You didn't wake me," she spoke calmly.

"You needed it," you smiled shyly. "The last few nights had taken a toll on you." You made sure that Ali was safe on the mat before you moved to the couch.

Leaning against you, Wanda sighed as you wrapped your arms around her. This felt so good. Just the two of you at this moment.

"She's been... something," Wanda agreed.

You both knew the first few months would be a storm at times as Alina adjusted to being in this world. But Wanda knew neither of you would change it for the world.

"Did you pump?" Your question shocked her.

"... I did?" 

Before Wanda could ask, you spoke. "Enough for a few hours?"

"Yep," Wanda broke apart as she stretched. "What are you planning?"

"I was thinking. It's been a while since we had time for ourselves, and Nat agreed to look after Ali." You explained sheepishly.

"You sure she'll be okay?" Her eyes were directed to the calm baby a few feet apart. Sometimes it amazed her how changing Ali's moods could be.

"She loves Nat." Wanda felt your lips on her neck and couldn't help but lean back against you. "Besides, it'll be just for the evening."

"You remember," Wanda looked wide-eyed at you once you reached your destination.

"Of course I do." You laughed at the memories of your first date.

"Please, tell me you've got the sweet ribs?" You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you at Wanda's shiny eyes.

"All packed and warm. Ready to eat." You kissed her forehead before walking towards the trunk of the car.

The calmness of the green fields surrounding you was a nice contrast from the chaos of life, and the soft sigh from Wanda told you she was enjoying it, too.

After the events of last night, in which Ali spent the night fussing over colics, you knew Wanda needed a moment from any baby-related stuff. And considering it's been a while since you both got to spend time together without interruptions, you decided to take her out.

"Do you remember our first date?" You broke the silence as you swallowed your food.

"Mhm," Wanda smiled, looking in the distance. 

"Don't you think something is missing?" Wanda looked puzzledly at you. 

Smiling wickedly, you took advantage of your dirty fingers and painted the corner of her mouth with the bittersweet sauce, getting a gasp in return.

Before Wanda could retort, you closed the distance and licked the spot, enjoying your wife's reactions.

Your smile only grew bigger when, this time, Wanda linked your lips together, humming at the tasty kiss.

"I don't think this was exactly how it happened," Wanda spoke after breaking the kiss for air. You could hear the laugh in her voice.

"We've come too far to even try," you shrugged.

"Thank you for this." Wanda kissed your cheek.

"Anytime, my love." 

Enjoying the last few moments of daylight, you and Wanda emptied the plates of food as you talked about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other's company.

"Is it bad I wanna extend the freedom?" Wanda asked shyly, looking at her phone.

"Not at all," you looked over at the screen. "What's the plan?"

The way she bit her lower lip was enough to make your legs tremble. You were glad you were sitting.

"Nat said Ali has just fallen asleep and that her plans got canceled, so she can stay longer," 

Kissing her, you linked your mind with hers, calming her thoughts.

"Wanna try for another baby?" You smirked softly.

"I'm afraid it'd take much more than that. But I guess we can practice."

She kissed you again, nibbling at your lower lip.

Trying to control your breath, you helped her up before you started packing everything up and drove home. The images Wanda was planting in your mind were enough to get your heart skipping a beat. Repeatedly.

As soon as you crossed the threshold of your home, Wanda's lips found yours, battling for dominance. Instinctively, your hands went to her hips, bringing her closer to you.

"I love you."

"Show me," Wanda smirked.

'Challenge accepted.' You thought to yourself as you took advantage of an empty house, knowing you could do as pleased since your daughter was safe at Natasha's.

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