#darklina fic

[crescentcampbell]

STOP GETTING PISSED THE FIC YOU ARE READING SMUT WHEN ITS CLEARLY LABELED SMUT. THE WEBSITE EVEN GIVES YOU A DAMN 18+ WARNING.

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[iamstartraveller776]

THE TRUTH IN OUR HEARTS 1/?

Written for the @darklinaserver's Secret Sankta Fic Exchange for @goldcranes. I hope you enjoy it! Ack!

Summary: Seemingly on a whim, Alina is given away in marriage to the leader of Ravka's most feared warriors. Though terrified, she's prepared to make the union one he'll regret. Only, he's much more than he seems to be with hidden truths that can either bring them closer together or tear them apart.

Genre: AU (No Powers), Arranged Marriage, Romance, Slow burn

Rating: T (may or may not change)

Also on AO3

THE TRUTH IN OUR HEARTS

Alina’s attendants are silent as they dress her. The gown isn’t the bright brocade currently in fashion at court, but black with a hint of gilded embroidery in the skirts and at the collar. A fitting omen for what she’s about to do. One of the servants yanks at the corset laces, though not tight enough to quell the stir of bile in Alina’s middle or quiet the pounding in her chest. Her lungs burn with a trapped scream, but she says nothing as they pull a dark glove over her hand and up past her elbow and then the other. She doesn’t wince as they wrench her hair into an elaborate twist or when one of the hairpins gouges her scalp. Her reflection stares listlessly back at her before a thin veil of starless lace falls over her face.

The servants exit as wordlessly as they came, leaving her alone in front of the mirror. She looks like a young woman in mourning. She supposes she is. Her life—what little was left of it—ended the moment King Pyotr made that terrible declaration.

A knock on the door interrupts her bleak musings. A man stands just outside the threshold, square-shoulders with his hands clasped behind his back. With a quavering breath, she takes in his long high-collared crimson coat with dark filigree—kefta, they call it—and the obsidian mask that obscures his features. Her eyes want to slide away from the grotesque image sculpted into the false face. Despite her time in the First Army and despite her brief apprenticeship at the Grand Palace, she’s never grown accustomed to the unsettling guise that the Grisha general and his shadows favored. She grew up with the whispered tales of what hid behind those masks, men and women more creature than human. Half-mad with battle lust.

Dark as night with snarling white teeth, the specter stands holding an onyx blade, blood dripping from its tip as an inferno rages beyond. Burning, consuming, coming for her.

She squeezes her eyes shut against the old, familiar nightmare. She can’t remember a time when she didn’t have it, when she didn’t wake with a gasping breath, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets. But the light of morning always chased the dream away. She won’t wake from the new horror that awaits her.

“Follow me, Miss Starkov,” the nameless shadow commands in a frosty monotone.

For a heartbeat, she toys with the idea of flinging a chair at the window, of climbing over the fractured glass and somehow scaling the rough granite walls to flee into the waning twilight. A brittle laugh bubbles in her throat at the futile plan, though. Trained practically from birth for speed and agility, the Grisha warrior will be on her before she can lift a stick of furniture. Even now, there’s a tension in his stance as though he suspects her wistful thoughts. No, there is no escape for her—not here.

With grim resignation, she nods for him to lead on. He scrutinizes her for a protracted moment as if he distrusts her but then he turns, his posture rigid as he heads into the empty corridor. She trails after him, quickening her pace to keep up with his determined strides. His boots bang against the stone floor, the sound echoing in the stairwell when they descend, and it reminds her of the army. Of marches for days in the perpetual chill next to creaking wagons. Of the boom of rifle and cannon fire. The shouting. The shrieks of pain and eyes like glass, unseeing as his life ebbs away, hand going slack in hers.

“Why me?” she asks too loudly, anxious to drown out the unwanted memories.

“Because he’s chosen you,” her escort says gruffly as if that ought to be answer enough.

She almost has to jog to keep up with him. “What could he possibly want with me? I’m nobody.”

Just a middling cartographer who lost the only friend—only family—she’s ever had. A soldier with battle shock whose commander sent to the Grand Palace to help update the war maps. Not out of pity. No one pities an orphan with the face of the enemy. No, she’d become a liability.

The Grisha snorts dismissively but doesn’t reply.

Maybe that’s the point—that she is a nobody. That she can be used and abused without consequence. The revelation turns her blood to ice.

When her companion pushes open a set of large, ornately carved doors and gestures for her to enter, fear climbs out of the pit of her stomach and claws up to squeeze her heart. Her legs are sluggish as she obeys, slippers dragging on the floor with every step down the aisle of the chapel. The Apparat waits behind a pale marble altar, his aged face pinched in a grimace. He’s dwarfed by statues of the thirteen Saints, glittering in the orange glow of candlelight.

She turns toward her escort to—to what? Plead for her life? Her freedom? She chokes on the half-formed appeal when it’s not the Grisha she sees through her veil, but him. The man who will steal the last crumb of peace she’s managed for herself with this unwanted union.

“Have you met our novice mapmaker, Kirigan?” King Pyotr says, clapping a meaty hand on Alina’s back. “I’m told Miss Starkov is getting on brilliantly in her apprenticeship. As talented as she is pretty.”

The compliment feels a touch disingenuous, too saccharine, but she blushes anyway. The king’s much taller companion, the infamous Darkling, gives her a passing glance through his sinister mask made to be the unholy spawn of wolf and boar.

“Indeed,” he replies indifferently, gaze already elsewhere.

She attempts to excuse herself, but the king holds her in place, thick fingers digging into her shoulder.

“How are you enjoying the festivities, young lady?” he asks with uncomfortable interest. He’s never spoken to her before this night, and she’s not entirely sure that she likes his sudden attention.

“It’s incredible,” she answers honestly. “There isn’t anything like it in Keramzin.”

The Darkling’s head swivels back to her, dark eyes searching her face. “Keramzin? Is that where your family is from?”

Heat rises to her cheeks. He, like everyone else, has probably mistaken her to be some Shu refugee. “If you count Duke Keramsov’s orphanage as family.” She swallows back a spike of grief and offers him a gaunt smile.

He wears the same black-on-black kefta from the fete, the same unnerving mask. Somehow more than his towering height and stature, he looms over her. She glances behind him at the doors swinging closed, panic building like lightning beneath her skin. If she’s fast enough, maybe—

The Darkling takes her elbow, tugs her toward the altar. She tries to yank out of his grasp, but he’s too strong.

“Wait!” She hates the desperation cracking at the edge of her voice, the burning in her eyes. “This is a mistake.”

He pauses then, lancing gaze sweeping over her. “I don’t make mistakes.” The statement is cold, sharp steel cutting away the anemic thread of fight remaining inside of her—almost.

When he pulls on her arm again, she digs in her heels. “I won’t take your name.”

“You can keep yours,” he replies as though her demand is inconsequential.

Emboldened, she makes another: “I won’t bear your children.”

At this, he releases her arm, draws so close to her that she has to crane her neck to keep her eyes on his. She remembers then that he’s no mere man. He’s killed dozens—hundreds, even—some with his bare hands, if the stories are true. He could snap her in two with hardly any effort at all. But she stands firm despite her racing pulse and the quiver in her knees.

The Apparat clears his throat.

“If that is your wish.” There’s a finality in the Darkling’s tone, as if the concession used up his short supply of goodwill.

She doesn’t resist when he ushers her the final few steps to the altar. As she sinks to her knees before it, she looks up at the stony-faced Saints and almost begs them for a miracle. But when had they ever answered her prayers? Ana Kuya used to say that it was because Alina lacked faith.

“General Kirigan,” the Apparat says, “I worry that the king will be most displeased to be excluded. Perhaps we can postpone until the royal family can attend. A week, maybe two at most. Surely a man of your standing should have a proper ceremony.”

Alina looks up, a germ of hope taking root in her chest.

“There have been festivities enough,” the Darkling bites out. “I will not delay any longer.”

“And if I would delay?” She tries to infuse the question with as much backbone as she can muster, but her trembling voice gives away the truth. She’s afraid. Angry, but terrified.

The Darkling looks at her, and she wishes he would take off that abominable mask, bare whatever savage face he’s hidden beneath so she can read his expression. “Begin,” is all he says.

The Apparat opens his mouth as if to object further, but then closes it as quickly. Alina catches movement from the corner of her eye, traces it to the man in the red kefta. He stands near where his general kneels, hand casually resting on the hilt of the long dagger at his waist in unspoken warning.

And with that, the seedling is irrevocably crushed.

She turns back to the altar, only half-hearing the Apparat as he begins the marriage rites. A pair of flower crowns lay before her. The buds are dried, the greenery yellowed. She wonders who lent their keepsakes for these rushed nuptials. Did they know that, instead of a love match, the unwitting bride has been given away as a prize for ending the decades-long conflict with Shu Han?

She very nearly had it once—love. Dreamt of it. Of a farm far away from war where they would raise sheep and goats. A beautiful picture shattered by a bullet.

“Miss Starkov?” The Apparat stares down at her. “Your vows.”

She blinks back tears and glares at her wretched groom, willing him to see through her veil the vows she wishes she could speak. Promises to hate him. To make their marriage so difficult that he’ll regret ever demanding her as his boon from the crown. Aloud, though, she spits the traditional words with gritted teeth, swears herself to him but makes it clear that she doesn’t mean any of it.

His vows are different. Not a covenant of undying love and devotion, but one of protection. The weapon in her hand, the fighter at her side. To march with her in times of war, to rest with her in times of peace. The speech has a disturbing air of authenticity to it, at odds with the impersonal act they were engaged in, and it stokes her building fury.

The Apparat picks up the crowns, chants in old Ravkan as he places them on their heads. Though light as a feather, the crude circlet might as well be an iron shackle, forever binding her to the man known as the monster of all monsters. As the last phrase echoes out into the empty chapel, she steels herself, prepared to turn away should her new husband attempt to seal their union with an unwelcome kiss.

“It’s done,” he says, rising to his feet and holding a hand out to her. When she doesn’t take it, he pulls off his crown, nodding to the other Grisha. “Bring her to the Little Palace.”

He leaves without another word to her.

“This way,” her escort says.

She drops her crown on the altar, tears off her veil as they exit through an exterior door. It’s full dark outside, the night air chill, and she hugs herself. The journey to the Little Palace—her prison—isn’t far enough to require horse or carriage. She casts furtive glances at her torchlit surroundings as they walk, fantasizing about hitching up her skirts and dashing off. But there are a few guards milling about and a handful of Grisha in black masks and colorful keftas. The latter watch her pass with tactile curiosity, and she turns away. Do they know what she is? A young deer to be sacrificed to their god? Have there been others before her?

Blessedly, they arrive at the doors. Once inside, she’s passed off to the care of a young woman hardly older than her. Alina doesn’t catch her name, doesn’t care to, and when it becomes clear that she’s not interested in making idle conversation, the girl leads her quietly to her rooms. His rooms.

She notices little of the outer areas, but the bed chamber she sees with stark clarity. It’s smaller than she expects—bigger than every place she’s called home in her short life, but terribly simple for the general of the Second Army. A bureau with a small mirror, a wardrobe, and a desk match the four poster bed that she tries not to look at, tries not to think about.

The girl undoes the laces of Alina’s dress, says something about the general having her things brought over from the Grand Palace in the morning. Nods to the night gown laid out on the back of the desk chair. It’s made of soft white fabric with delicate lace at the cuffs and neck. Trepidation coils in Alina’s stomach, makes her ill.

Too soon, her companion finishes her work and is gone. Alina pads to the door, cracks it open and sucks in a hissing breath when she finds the same Grisha in red sitting in a chair across the way. He stares back at her as if daring her to make the attempt. She slams the door shut, locks it, though she knows it won’t keep the Darkling out.

She checks the windows to no avail, then goes in search of something to defend herself. There is little in the wardrobe and bureau. Small clothes, shirts, and trousers, though surprisingly few. She finds pens, ink, and parchment in the desk. Candles and boot black and—thank the Saints—a knife. The blade is hardly longer than her thumb, but it will do.

He may have forced her into marriage, but she will not be forced into his bed.

She props the chair against the door, climbs onto it, drawing her knees to her chest. Knife clutched firmly in hand, she finally lets herself weep.

Exhaustion eventually darkens her vision and takes her to a field of long grass bowing in the wind.

TBC

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[idaoftheburningmind]

Dawn Greeting Dusk Falling

A reimagining of the events after ‘Siege and Storm’ and a coping mechanism for the SaB S2 ending we would rather not have…

She had kept a little of his shadow, he enough of her light. This is what made it possible, this meeting at the roiling edge of the Fold where Alina knew she would one day find herself.

Fifty years did he say? She knew it had been more, and still it surprised her as the seasons dragged on that love had endured — the love of so many, and the love of one above all. Even if she had to watch each one shrouded and laid in the ground. Each and every one.

What she means to do here now is neither a reckoning, nor a reconciliation. The moment is simply right. She looks into the shadows, and lifts her hand. The globe of light is muted, as though in a fog; but she knows he will not fail to see it.

“Alina.”

There is no rage in the way he says her name, not even a question. They are past that, she supposes.

One who was too young, and one who lived too long; they were here now, nearly unchanged but for her white hair worn unbound. He did not expect her to come sooner, he knew time well enough. He might have thought he knew her as well.

She did not destroy the Fold.

Thought dead after the collapse of the Chapel, legend had it that her spirit guided skiffs as they made each journey. For not a soul has been lost to the Fold since.

That was how she knew that he wasn’t lost. And the knowledge, when she realized it, caused her that day to weep with joy.

The two of them lived because they could not let the other die; when his humanity was burning away, she held on blindly to what remained and he … she could not name what he did, but in the end she knew he had kept her from falling into darkness.

He had kept — some essence, some hope? Light either way.

And a resolve not to lose her to the void.

What was left of him that day was drawn to the Fold, the only place where he could still exist.

A shadow among shadows.

“You might have left me with a fresh set of clothes. An eternity disheveled is its own unique torture.”

She startles with laughter, the unexpected joy at the even more unexpected attempt at humor freeing the tension in her shoulders. She lets herself smile at him, and his smile is genuine as he smiles back.

“Are you angry?” she asks.

“What is anger for?” is his reply.

Flame sputtering to life in sunlight has more purpose.

A silence heavy as the weight of loss they now share settles between them.

“I could not bear it if you turned from me now.”

He spoke the truth. It was the same truth she would always understand, no matter the centuries left to them, no matter their choices that will always hang in the balance.

She reaches for him with a tendril of shadow.

He holds out his hand in welcome.

————-

A/N: For my AU sister @becauseicantthinkwritings who has been putting up with my not-fun era for longer than she should 😅

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[juneisafantasyaddict]

With the news of the cancellation, I just thought I should say I really really love Aleksander Morozova and Alina Starkov. Just like the books, the show fucked up so much of their potential, not just their personal relationship, but them as characters and what that would’ve meant for the grishaverse.

I will always ALWAYS be grateful that I fell in love with these characters and this world though, and that’s 100% because of the amazing fic authors in this fandom. You have taken something small and made it so much bigger and better and brighter and I will always love y’all for that. Loving your stories led me to tumblr/twitter and I have met some of the most incredible people because of that.

Your stories have comforted me, made me cry, made me laugh, made me scream, and I wouldn’t change a thing!

I’m looking forward to all the new ways you’ll make us fall in love with these characters Ben and Jessie brought to life so wonderfully, these characters we love!

#shadow and bone #aleksander morozova #the darkling #pro darkling #darklina #alina starkov #darklina fic #darklina fic authors are my heroes #sun summoner #shadow summoner #yes i will always love them #the tv writers really pulled an lb

[mlsfrvr]

Stop! It’s Darklina Time!  Part 2

Hello guys!

Are you ready for part 2?

Let’s go. :)

Thank you to the wonderful authors of these beautiful stories. You really did a great job! I love reading your work. ❤️

I have indicated the places where there may be spoilers for you, but still read the tags of the dear authors before you open the story.

And if you see🔥you know what it means. :)

Kaleidoscope by Permanent_Reverie: alternative. Aleksander and Alina are getting married.

The CEO and the Helioseismologist by orphan_account: alternative. Aleksander is getting sick.

So Hold My Hand, I'll Walk With You, My Dear by UnderATrillionStars: Alina is visiting Aleksander. if you haven't read rule of wolves, it may contain spoilers for you.

Testament to Time by melfires: Aleksander lets Alina go. 

Start a War by nymja: alternative. fate brings Aleksander and Alina together once again. if you haven't read ruin and rising, it may contain spoilers for you.

Out of Time by destinies: another alternative that i love.

Having You by destinies: Aleksander and Alina are not disturbed in the war room. 🔥

Surrender by aleksandermorozova: alternative. Alina and Aleksander are having a daughter.

Aurora by KoreRosemarinus: alternative. Alina and Aleksander have a son.

for you I would ruin myself by fkevin073: Aleksander returns to the war room.🔥

A cold heart by Weisse_Rose: what happened from Aleksander's pov.

give you my wild, give you a child by fkevin073: alternative. Alina brings up the baby topic. 🔥

keep the light from passing through by starwarringavengers: alternative. Alina runs away and Aleksander chases her. 🔥

I Look Inside Myself (And See My Heart Is Black) by Ceris_Malfoy: alternative. Alina chooses a different path.

My Needy Little Wife Under The Table by orphan_account: alternative. 🔥

Fever by SheepOfIce: Alina is getting sick.

Give Me Love by starwarringavengers: Aleksander is ambushed. 🔥

I'll Stay With You by Nightstorm: alternative. Alina convinces Aleksander to come to bed.

I wish you would (Morozova's version) by stealing_jasons_job: alternative. 🔥

never knew I could feel that much by Stella959: Alina and Aleksander's life in the little palace develops a little differently. 🔥

fool me once, fool me twice by amplifierverse: alternative. Aleksander wants Alina to wear amplifiers. 🔥

No Minor Miracle by orangegreet: alternative. Aleksander can wait another century for Alina. if you haven't read ruin and rising, it may contain spoilers for you.

Only the Dead Have Seen the End of War by 221BB: alternative. Aleksander and Alina are fighting together. 

Conqueror by mardia: alternative. Alina destroyed the fold long ago.

Drunk on the Dying Light by ViaLethe: alternative. Aleksander is having a scar on his chest. if you haven't read ruin and rising, it may contain spoilers for you.

When evening shadows and stars appear by Anuna: alternative. Aleksander is getting sick.

Lightweight by artemisscribe: alternative. Alina is getting drunk

Alone by Anuna: alternative. Aleksander wants to get married.

Brittle Thorns by mzladybird: alternative. Aleksander hires a gardener for his garden. 🔥

Tell Yourself You Can Always Stop by nightowls28: Aleksander sees the scars on Alina. if you haven't read the ruin and rising, it may contain spoilers for you.

Scars by LiteraryFaerie: Alina sees the scars in Aleksander. if you haven't read the ruin and rising, it may contain spoilers for you.

Me and the Devil by esssteee: alternative. Aleksander is back.

Hope Springs Eternal by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks), Irony_Rocks: alternative. Alina is bringing Aleksander back.

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[vicioux]

hey i'm not sure if you still do darklina fic recs, but if you do, do you have any where alina and the darkling meet before he knows that she's grisha?

hello! if you're talking about ones where they meet and he thinks shes just a ~regular human~, here's a few i've read. love more recs tho if anyone has any cause i lowkey love reading fics w/ this type of dynamic for them 👀

TELL ME WHAT IT MEANS TO FIND GOD IN YOUR SOCK DRAWERS. TELL ME AGAIN. (WHAT IF LOVE WERE ENOUGH FOR US) by lifeitself Two months before Mal and Alina are charted for their journey across the Fold, Alina enlists the help of the Darkling when the Fold begins to shrink.

I SEE THE REAL YOU (EVEN IF YOU DON'T, I DO) by ironblue A series of questionable decisions lead Alina to meet the Black General a bit earlier. Butterfly effect ensues.

A LIGHT IN THE SHADOW by sleepydragon19 Alina is five years old when she first meets the Shadow Man. It changes everything.

A RAVEN AND A DOVE by amelia island What if the Darkling had met Alina before she awoke as the Sun Summoner? What if it wasn't Mal's life she saved on the Fold?

THE SUN ALSO RISES by corrieander Alina stuck in a time loop.

#darklina #darklina fic #alarkling #shadow and bone #darklina fic rec #fic rec #thx 4 the ask #vicioux fic rec #ficrec

[nosunwithoutshadow]

Quick fluff ficlet based on the new video with Jessie wearing the Darkling season 2 kefta 💛

Aleksander wakes with the sun, the dregs of sleep fading swiftly as his instincts register something wrong. He’s alone in the bed, the thready pink rays of dawn stretching through the window and across the covers, and it takes him another moment to realize why waking alone in his own bed feels so wrong. The past few months have yet to overwrite centuries of solitude. 

He sits up against the pillows and looks around the room, but he still doesn’t see Alina. A quick tug on the tether reassures him that she’s in no danger, even if he isn’t used to waking before her. Her warmth and scent cling to the sheets in her absence. With a sigh, he pushes himself up from the bed, the morning air cool against his skin. He has no reason to linger without her. 

He washes, then dresses quickly in his typical black shirt, tunic, and trousers, then frowns as he reaches for the kefta he hung up the night before. The fabrikators had made it recently on his request, replacing his usual silver accents with the sun summoner’s gold. He’d taken to wearing it more often than not, and he’s not sure why it isn’t waiting for him this morning. Still frowning, he shrugs on one of his older keftas. Maybe Ivan took it for some reason? He’ll have to ask when they review the day’s schedule. 

Feeling distinctly off balance, he emerges into the war room, and his scattered pieces fall into place. Alina blinks up at him from where she’s curled into one of the chairs along the wall, his new kefta wrapped around her small frame. She smiles up at him and sets the map she’d had stretched out aside. Warmth creeps out from his chest, his little sun summoner working her powers with barely an effort, and he feels a matching smile spread across his own face. She stands, stretching, and he strides across the room to meet her. 

“What are you doing up so early, little thief?” he murmurs as he brings his hand up to rest along the collar of his stolen kefta. His fingers trace their twined embroidered colors, and she leans into his touch. 

“Was thinking of something, had to check, and then I couldn’t get back to sleep,” she says. Her voice breaks on a yawn at the end. 

His other hand finds her waist, pulling her against him. She goes easily and nuzzles the hollow of his neck while her arms rest against his chest, playing with the edge of his open kefta. His throat bobs. He bends his head to brush his lips against the top of her head and the sun-warmed scent of her mixed with his own fills his senses. “You should’ve woken me. I would have helped.” 

She shivers and hums in the back of her throat. He pulls her tighter against him, his body already thrumming with interest. She has him ready with a look anytime, centuries of control worthless against one luminous woman, but the sight of her wrapped in his kefta with their colors has him far more alert than is reasonable for the early hour. 

His hand at her waist drifts lower to the curve of her hip, while the other tugs on the edge of the kefta, keeping her tight against him. “Am I ever getting this back? Or should I ask the durasts to make another?”

She smirks even as she flushes. “I thought you liked seeing me in your color?”

His lips curve. They both know how much he enjoys it. “Very much.” He leans down until his lips brush her ear. “But I like you even better out of it.”

She snorts. He can’t be bothered to regret the cliche when his hand finds the soft warmth of her skin through her nightgown underneath the kefta. “Ivan is going to blame me when you’re late again.”

Aleksander pushes the collar back from her neck to drag his mouth along her jaw. “He can wait,” he murmurs against her skin. “I can only be expected to resist so much temptation.”

“Oh?” she breathes. Her fists tighten in his clothes, keeping him in place as she arches up into him. 

He bends enough to sweep one arm under her legs while the other holds her shoulders. She squeaks and clings to him as he bundles her into his arms, kefta and all, and strides the few steps back to their room. “You wear my colors well, little saint,” he tells her as he takes her back to bed, the first golden beams of sunlight cutting across the dark room. 

“Let me show you.”

#darklina #darklina fic #darklina fanfic #darklina drabble #alarkling

[alicehattera03]

Dark!Sankta Alina/the Darkling

"Welcome home, Miss Starkov." He turns to her and kisses the back of her hand, a mirror of how he greeted her back when she first entered the Little Palace. 

"Remember what I said?" Aleksander bumps his forehead against hers and she looks at him adoringly, affection painted on her face like brilliant strokes of paint. 

"I...shall be right by your side." She smiles endearingly.

"You and I...are going to change the world." <- read here!

TW/CW: verbally abusive Mal, character death also Mal, morally grey characters, dark au, sex???, alina is kinda ooc if you count her being power hungry, blood+violence, etc etc.

#sankta alina #alina shadow and bone #alina starkov #aleksander morovoza #darklina #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfiction #darklina fic #darklina fanfic #the darkling #the black heretic #shadow and bone tv #shadow and bone au #grishaverse #sab #shadow and bone season 2 #shadow and bone trilogy #shadow and bone edit #sab moodboard #shadow and bone moodboard #sab netflix #sab season 2 #shadow and bone spoilers #sab season two #shadow and bone netflix #general kirigan #aleksander morozova #alina x aleksander #aleksander x alina #aleksander kirigan

[marysibley666]

Um gif pra uma fic especial que está prestes a surgir.

#darklina fic #shadow and bone season 2 #general kirigan #darklina modern au #darklina fanfiction #darklina #alina starkov #ben barnes #jessiemeiliedits

[weisse-rose]

gif by @benjaminbarnes

Looking for a Darklina fix before the new season starts? I got you.

A cold heart

Summary: All his life, the cold has been his constant companion. It's the price he pays for his shadows.

He comes to accept that there is nothing he can do, that he is meant to life in the dark and cold, that he will never know what it means to feel warm.

Then he meets the Sun Summoner.

Words: 19433

Status: Complete

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hypothermia, Soft The Darkling, The Darkling needs a hug, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hugging, Sharing Body Heat

The Quiet Life

Summary: Several months after the showdown on the skiff, Alina and Mal travel close to the Fold again. They stay for the night at a farm. Both are shocked when they meet one of the farmhands: A man with horrible scars on his face and no memory of his past.

Words: 33763

Status: Complete

Tags: Amnesia, Memory Loss, Soft The Darkling, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, The Darkling needs a hug, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, No Smut, No Porn, Mostly people talking about their feelings

Windows to the Soul

Summary: AU where people's emotions show as changing colors in their eyes. Aleksander's eyes have been pitch black all his life, marking him as different even among the Grisha, until the day he meets the sun summoner.

Or, how would events have unfolded differently if Alina knew for a fact how Aleksander felt about her?

Words: 3205

Status: Complete

Tags: Soft the Darkling, Fix-it, One shot

Heart of Darkness

Summary: Every night, Alina has the same dream: She wanders through a strange twilight landscape until she meets the man at the center of it. Every morning she awakes, wondering if he is real or just a figment of her imagination.

AU where Aleksander gets trapped during the creation of the Fold and never creates the Second Army.

Words: 5598

Status: Complete

Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft The Darkling, Aleksander Morozova needs a hug

Villains will burn the world for you

Summary: There is a mix-up during the winter fête. Marie gets killed in front of Aleksander. He doesn't know that it wasn't Alina.

The real Alina shows up just in time to stop him from turning Os Alta into a second Unsea.

Words: 3239

Status: Complete

Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Soft The Darkling, Cuddles, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, TW: Canon-typical graphic depiction of violence

#darklina #aleksander morozova #the darkling #ben barnes #shadow and bone #darklina fic #darklina fanfic

[ticklishraspberries]

Sparks Fly (Aleksander/Alina)

Summary: Alina goes to the Darkling when she feels unsure of her abilities. He reassures her, and along the way, proves that everyone has weaknesses, even him. (This fic is based in SHOW canon, because I have only read a bit of Shadow and Bone. I know that in the books, the Darkling does not go by his real first name, but in the show, he does, so I went with that approach. Also, I know this ship is ~controversial~ but please do not come at me angrily for writing this. I think exploring the dynamic of a toxic yet canon ship is fun, and they are simply both sexy so it is fun to write them. Anyway, enough disclaimers. Enjoy!)

A day of training had left Alina exhausted, and feeling slightly defeated. How was she to live up to the standards of being the Sun Summoner, when she could barely control her powers? She was shit at hand-to-hand combat as well, always having been a tiny scrap of a girl, back in the orphanage and into her teenage years. With the other kids, she had learned to fight dirty. Letter-openers, rocks, or words usually did the trick against petty children, but she was a woman now, and she was joining a war she felt she had no business fighting in.

Alina felt like a lost cause. She could tell that some of the other Grisha agreed. They looked at her with amusement or disdain. It actually felt worse when some looked at her with hope. It was scarier to let someone down than to never be liked at all, in her opinion.

She had retired to her room for the evening, but found herself restless and unable to sleep, despite the soreness and fatigue settling into her bones. So, she pulled on her robe and began to pace the halls of the Palace, pretending to wander despite knowing exactly where she was heading.

She came to his door, and only allowed herself to consider turning back for a second before she knocked.

“Come in,” a deep voice responded, and Alina pushed open the door and found Aleksander sitting in his study, head buried in a book. When he looked up, his expression softened.

“Are you alright?” he asked immediately.

“Yes,” she replied. “Well, other than the fact that I can’t sleep, nor can I summon light or throw a punch.”

Aleksander placed his book down with a chuckle. “You have only been training for a short while. Most of the Grisha you are surrounded by have been taught to use their powers from a young age. It may take you some time to catch up, but once you do, you will be more powerful than all of them combined.”

Alina shrugged. “If you say so,” she said. “I’m sorry to bother you so late, over something so silly.”

“I was awake anyway, and it is not silly to feel discouraged. If I can help in any way, I’d like to. Please, come sit with me.”

Alina did as he said, robe gliding across the floor as she strode towards him, sitting in a chair beside his desk. “I just feel like everyone here is so strong. Baghra, Genya, Zoya, you…It’s like you have no weakness, just power and confidence.”

“Everyone has weaknesses,” Aleksander replied. “Some are just better at hiding it.”

Alina scoffed. “Please. I have watched you slice a man into pieces with a flick of your wrist. What possible weakness could you have?”

“Well, perhaps my optimism could be seen as one,” he said. “Or my fierce protectiveness over my fellow Grisha. Some would argue that caring so much for a group of people, or even just one person, can be a weakness.” When he said ‘one person’, his eyes fixed on her face.

Flushing under his gaze, Alina sighed. “Well, those are better than a complete incapability of controlling your own power.”

“You do have control, you just need to practice.”

“And what if I practice, and practice, and nothing ever comes of it? What if everyone is wrong about me?” she asked, her voice rising with a touch of panic.

Aleksander stood and made his way towards her, one hand reaching to take her chin and tilt it up, forcing her to look at him. “I am not wrong about you. The moment you lit up that tent, I knew who you were. You are the Sun Summoner, my opposite and my equal. I have had years to master my craft. After a bit of time, you will do the same, and you will help me destroy the Fold and reunite Ravka. I have never been more sure of anything.”

His dark eyes stared into hers, and for the first time since she had arrived at the Little Palace, Alina felt a surge of confidence flow through her, warming her skin. His touch had always helped her abilities blossom, and she could practically feel the light pulsing in her veins.

“Thank you,” she said, voice soft. “There is no need to thank me,” he replied.

It had been a week since he had last pressed his lips to hers, and since, they had kept their relationship distant. There was something magnetic between them, though, and Alina found it hard to stay away. No wonder her feet had brought her right to his door that evening, desperate to see him, to touch him like she had been dreaming of.

His fingers still rested beneath her chin, and he coaxed her closer, pulling her onto her feet and leaning down to kiss her. The expression of sparks flying had always seemed silly to her, but with Aleksander, it was literal. Little flecks of golden light leapt off of her as they kissed, and she smiled against his lips.

Moments later, she found herself sat on the edge of his desk, him standing between her legs as they kissed fervently, ignoring the sound of crinkling papers and pens clattering to the floor.

One of his hands caressed her jaw while the other held her lower back, but Alina’s hands seemed to wander. Without his normal attire of the thick kefta, she could feel the heat of his skin, the muscles flexing in his arms, the heartbeat racing in his chest.

She ran her fingers through his black hair and down the side of his neck, and paused the touch curiously when he seemed to shiver, leaning away from the sensation rather than keening into it as she did with each of his movements. Alina repeated the action, and Aleksander huffed something like a stifled laugh into her mouth, making her pull back with a grin.

“Have I discovered another weakness of yours, General?” she asked, flirtatious and teasing.

His eyes narrowed, although she felt no fear when he stared at her with such intensity. “Don’t you dare,” was all he responded with.

She didn’t listen. Her fingers darted down to his sides and gave them a squeeze, and she felt the violent twitch his body gave, and heard the soft grunt he made instead of giving into laughter.

“Who would have thought you were ticklish?” Alina teased.

Aleksander gritted his teeth and grasped for her wrists. She only managed to evade him for a short while, poking erratically at his torso. A small laugh slipped out before he successfully grabbed her, pushing her back against the desk with a predatory grin on his face.

“Curiosity and persistence can be a strength, but you have just begun a dangerous game,” he practically whispered, voice low and rough. “Now, I’m much more interested in finding your physical weak spots than any other.”

With wide eyes and a smile of anticipation already curling on her lips, Alina didn’t have a response to that. She knew she was quite ticklish, from a childhood full of rough-housing with Mal, but she had spent most of her life winning those playful fights. Now, she feels helpless, but not in a bad way. Aleksander has a way of making vulnerability feel safe.

His hands were large, with calloused fingers and a strong grip, and one stayed wrapped around her wrist while the other descended to tease her stomach through her nightdress, and giggles bubbled in her throat and spilled from her lips before he had truly begun.

Her nighttime worries had vanished entirely, and she suspected she would sleep well after he had tired her out, whether from laughter or something else, although she wouldn’t be complaining either way. All she knew was that he had managed to make her feel better, and she was actually looking forward to training with Baghra in the morning.

Alina figured that not all weaknesses were inherently bad, especially when they were exploited by someone you cared for so deeply.

#darklina #darklina fic #darklina fluff #darklina fanfic #alina starkov #aleksander morozova #shadow and bone tv #shadow and bone #grishaverse #tickle fic #ticklefic #tickling #raspberry writes

[drowningin-fantasies]

did anyone have the chance to download any lrcee fics that aren't IA, IR, and I have a longing? still kicking myself for not reading the rest of her work when it was posted 🙃

#lrcee #darklina #ao3 #darklina fic #darklina fanfic #aleksander morozova #international affairs

[iamstartraveller776]

A/N: In jest, @averbaldumpingground challenged me to write all 20 prompts from this fake dating list. Well, joke’s on my friend, I accepted the challenge. I’m doing 500-word ficlets for each, using different fandoms/ships.

Another Modern/Non-Magical AU for this ship. (I know. Shocker.) To be clear, despite the gif, this is not a Punisher AU.

Trigger warning: mentions of cancer and treatment

16. “I guess we don’t have to pretend any longer.” “Maybe we can just tell the truth from now on.” —Shadow and Bone/Darklina (ao3)

THAT WHICH BLOOMS IN STILLNESS

Alina met him at the wake. She’d gone outside, needing air untainted by alcohol and laughter and tears. Grief was a vise in her throat, squeezing at the loss of her childhood friend. Squeezing, too, at thoughts of her own mortality.

“You alright?”

She looked up at the man whose features she vaguely recognized. Kirigan. She’d heard of him, the captain who headed the most decorated special forces team. Genya’s fiancé served with him, spoke about his tactical brilliance, his absolute commitment to the mission, to those under his command. Mal had mentioned him too, said he was a soulless machine that would get the job done no matter the cost. But in the moonlight, what she saw was just a man with concern written in his furrowed brow.

“I’ve had better days,” she admitted before taking a sip of the tepid beer in her hands.

He nodded solemnly, joining her at the edge of the deck. She was grateful he didn’t offer flimsy platitudes. He listened to her silence. Then listened when she broke it. Stories about Mal. Confessions of loneliness, of feeling untethered. Especially when her body had become its own enemy and the cure was beyond reach for a starving artist like her.

The next afternoon, she received a text from an unknown number. I think I can help.

An officer of the court served as a witness to their nuptials where she learned his first name. Aleksander. Marriage certificate in hand, next was a trip to base. More signatures. A camera flash, then she had a spouse ID. She moved into his townhouse that weekend; he gave her the master bedroom despite her protests.

He was gone most of those early months. Genya took her to her appointments, sat with her after work most nights. But then radiation turned to chemotherapy, and Aleksander didn’t leave anymore. Held her hair when she emptied her stomach. And when her hair came away in chunks, shaved her head and his. Made her soup. Read her books. Opened up to her in the quiet hours of twilight—about his first love, Luda, an interpreter who died in a bombing. The toxic mother he’d cut out of his life. Never knowing his father. What he sacrificed for duty. He fell asleep next to her when the words ran out.

He was her roommate. Her friend. Then, as the disease abated and he turned the spare room into a small studio for her, she realized he’d become something more. Something she wasn’t supposed to want.

Then came her final appointment. Six months of clean labs and scans. Officially cancer-free. News worth celebrating, but her stomach sank instead. It was over. All of it.

“I guess we’re done pretending now,” she said.

“Yes,” he murmured. “Let’s not pretend anymore.”

There was an ache in his unblinking gaze that made her chest tight. She kissed him before her courage could falter. His hands grasped her jaw, pulling her closer.

And she was finally home.

~FIN~

ETA: my amazing friend @vesperass-anuna wrote a companion piece to this: too in love to let it go. Please read it! It's incredible!

#sab #darklina #aleksander x alina #aleksander morozova x alina starkov #my fic #modern non magical #darklina fic #darklina fanfic

[sailor-hufflepuff]

I’m reading yet another fete!baby fic, and I think what I love about them so much (aside from the obvious) is that it forces the characters to STOP.

After the Fete, both Alina and the Darkling are so insanely driven to do everything NOW: destroy the Fold, find the Stag, take down the Monarchy, etc. Theyre in a race with each other.

But a child is something that unites the two of them. Amplifiers can wait. The Fold can wait. The monarchy -maybe not, but it’s a lower priority.

And once they slow down, once they get a chance to actually talk, without the looming threat of each other’s plans, then they can see that they’re on the same side. Alina can see that the Darkling is right about how screwed up the country it. Aleksander can remember the value of the individual life, even over the majority.

It’s just a really great way to make them come to the negotiation table.

#darklina #the darkling #aleksander morozova #shadow and bone #darklina fanfic #darklina fic

[mr-and-mr-mitchell]

Touch of Magic

Aleksander has learned a new type of small science and experiments its use on Alina, with very pleasurable results.

Rating: E!

Warnings: Non-Con

#fic #fic rec #darklina #the darkling x alina #alina starkov #aleksander morozova #the darkling #grishaverse #alina starkov fic #darklina fic #darklina smut #smut #smut fic #mine #my fic #writing #my writing #shadow and bone

[mlsfrvr]

Stop! It’s Darklina Time!

Hello guys!

While there is little time left for the second season of shadow and bone, I thought I'd take a look at my archives and prepared a list of my favorites for you.

I know that their relationship is not very healthy but, hey! this is just a fiction. So, I guess it's okay to love the bad guy. :)

Thank you to the wonderful authors of these beautiful stories. You really did a great job! I love reading your work. ❤️

I have indicated the places where there may be spoilers for you, but still read the tags of the dear authors before you open the story. 

And if you see🔥you know what it means. :)

Terrible, Beautiful, Unsaid Things by Orlissa : alternative. Alina is pregnant.

The First Star in the Black Velvet Night by Orlissa : alternative. Aleksander becomes a father.

Near successfull assassination by galadriel3562 :  Aleksander feels that Alina is being attacked.

Please Stay by nelliivii4 : alternative. Alina is a time traveler. if you haven't read the siege and storm and ruin and rising, it may contain spoilers for you.

And I Said To The Star, “Consume Me” by goblins_riddles_frocks : alternative. Alina and Aleksander make a deal. if you haven't read the siege and storm and ruin and rising, it may contain spoilers for you.

Comfort by Anonymous : after all. if you haven't read the ruin and rising, it may contain spoilers for you.

a figment by yttan : alternative. Aleksander visits Alina. if you haven't read siege and storm, it may contain spoilers for you.

But we sing it anyway by madcase : alternative. Alina and Aleksander meet. for one last time. if you haven't read rule of wolves it may contain spoilers for you.

The Other Side by darksolnishko : Alina is captured by Fjerdans.

cosmic love by Della19 : alternative. Aleksander waits and this time he does the right thing.

Reunion by cg_writes : alternative. Alina and Aleksander meet once again. if you haven't read rule of wolves, it may contain spoilers for you. 

Confess To Your Heretic by FairyRingsandWings : alternative. Alina runs away, Aleksander chases.🔥

No Star Like Thee by alinamorozova : alternative. Alina and Aleksander have been married for fifteen years.🔥

Between Midnights by vuas : alternative. Alina and Aleksander are married. if you haven't read the siege and storm and ruin and rising, it may contain spoilers for you. 🔥

make it holy by heliocentrics : no one knocks on the war room door.🔥

A Fever You Can't Sweat Out by Val_Creative : on the day of the demonstration, Alina has a headache.🔥

A Battlefield Between Them by Maleficar : if you haven't read siege and storm, it may contain spoilers for you.🔥

All We Need by Violenne :alternative. after the end of the series.

soldiers coming home like shadows turning red by pinuspinea : Aleksander's pov of what's been going on since the very beginning of the series.

One more for the Road by Rist : Alina learns the truth and stays. but until morning. 🔥

the making at the heart of a soul by hippolarium : the famous line in the series and what happened from Aleksander's pov.

the path of saints by vangeaux : alternative. Alina gets hurt and what happened next.

Found a Reason for Me by Shadow_Sky : an alternate ending for the series.

nocturne by amplifierverse : alternative. Alina lost the war. if you haven't read siege and storm, it may contain spoilers for you.🔥

It's Not My Burden to Bear (But I'll Share it With You) by JustALilBookworm : if you haven't read ruin and rising, it may contain spoilers for you. (my favourite)

The Calm Before the Thunder [The Eye of the Storm] by Ceris_Malfoy : alternative. Alina's body does not accept amplifier.

Sealed by RoseAlenko : alternative. Alina and Aleksander are married.

I can’t help but want you, I know I’d die without you... by Miss_Kath90 : alternative. Alina and Aleksander make a deal. if you haven't read the siege and storm, it may contain spoilers for you.

The Silence of Your Touch by goatsandgangsters : Alina visits Aleksander. if you haven't read the siege and storm, it may contain spoilers for you. 

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of by RoseAlenko : alternative. Alina lets Aleksander. if you haven't read the ruin and rising, it may contain spoilers for you.🔥

Virtue into Pitch by goatsandgangsters : no one bothered them in the war room, and Aleksander got what he wanted.

#darklina #the darkling #alina starkov #aleksander morovoza #aleksander kirigan #alarkling #shadow and bone #grishaverse #netflix #darklina fanfic #darklina fic #alina x darkling #alina x aleksander #shadow and bone fanfiction #seige and storm #ruin and rising #rule of wolves