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marvelmusing · 1 year
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Game of Survival
Pairing: Darklina x Star Summoner!Reader
Inspired by the Hunger Games
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“You know who we are?”
Despite the swaying of the carriage as it speeds down the Vy, you manage to remain seated as you look at the two people in front of you. Staring at the man who had spoken, you nod.
“Aleksander Morozova and Alina Starkov. The first, and only, joint victors of the Grisha Games.”
Each year, a region of Ravka is selected and its people are tested for Grisha power. A member of each of the seven Grisha orders are brought to the capital of Os Alta where they will be trained by a victor Grisha of the same order, before they are entered into the Grisha Games for the entertainment of the nation and beyond.
The Games are incredibly popular amongst the otkazat’sya, with the governments of Fjerda and Shu Han offering their own Grisha as tributes.  
As Ravka’s only shadow summoner, Aleksander had won his first Games at thirteen, the first year that had eight tributes competing instead of the traditional seven. His victory has allowed him to live in the capital as a mentor ever since, though no other shadow summoners have been discovered yet.
Considered far too young to watch the Games by your mother, you hadn’t seen Aleksander’s power on display as he emerged victorious after a vicious fight to the death with a tidemaker the same age as him.
But the year Alina had been discovered as the sun summoner, you were old enough to watch as she wielded her light ferociously against her opponents. As another unique summoner, Aleksander had been assigned as her mentor.
The year Alina had entered was an event for the history books. In a dramatic twist, the Gamemaster sent Aleksander into the arena and the audience had watched with morbid delight as he had slayed countless tributes to find a wounded Alina.
It was all the people could talk about, whether he would be able to find her in time.
When it came down to them as the final two in the arena, an announcement was made, and they became the first ever dual winners of the Grisha Games. People had been elated, celebrating in the streets, and the parties had lasted all night long.  
Some people still believe they should have fought to the death. There can only be one victor of the Games. But looking at the two of them now, their hands clasped together as they sit with their shoulders touching, you cannot imagine either one of them killing the other.    
“How long have you known that you’re Grisha?” Alina asks you.
“Since I was ten. My mother always knew I was different, so she made sure I was never tested. I don’t think she ever knew exactly how different I was.”
“You can summon at will?” Aleksander asks.
Briefly, you glance down at the silver cuffs that encircle each of your wrists, you’re allowed normal movement wearing them but they prevent you from using your power. Then you look back at Aleksander and nod.
He studies your expression for a moment, before he nods slowly in acknowledgement.
“Keep that to yourself for the moment. We’ll use it to our advantage.”
The months before Alina had entered the arena, support for her had been mixed. Some people thought her unique power of sunlight was a blessing that would carry her to instantaneous victory.
However, the footage from training sessions and interviews with her had many people convinced that she was a naive young woman with a limited grasp of her abilities.
Now, you wonder how much of that had been a manipulation technique crafted by the man in front of you, who had been subjected to the cruelty of the Games at a young age and has been dealing with the whims of the nobility ever since.
“You’ll be living with us for the next six months,” Alina informs you, though you already knew that.
“Next week, you’re to meet the King,” Aleksander adds.
Nerves bloom in your stomach at the thought of displaying your power to the Court and Aleksander seems to notice your apprehension as he settles his free hand over yours.
“We shall be right by your side.”
“Until it’s time for me to fight to the death against seven other people.”
“Until then,” he agrees. “We will do all we can to ensure that you are prepared for the Games.”
The sound of people gathered on the streets, clamouring for a look at the couple’s first ever tribute, reaches your ears and you’re tempted to cower away from the windows even though the decorative layer of lace acts as a curtain to shield you from their view.
“What do you want me to be?” you ask quietly.
They both stare questioningly at you.
In response, you nod in the direction of Aleksander and begin to explain.
“Before your Games you were small and unassuming, an intentional underdog. Afterwards you’re mysterious and aloof.”
Glancing at Alina, you observe the curious tilt of her head and the intrigued spark in her eyes.
“Before, everyone thought you were innocent and helpless, then strong and brave during the Games, and now you’re Os Alta’s darling.”
Nervously, you look down at your tattered clothing that had been torn during the struggle after your power had been revealed - when you had tried to escape.
Aleksander leans closer, hooking a finger beneath your chin so that you meet his dark eyes. His gaze flickers over your features as if he is attempting to memorise every inch.
“You are going to be undeniable in your power. You will show them that you are bright and beautiful and something remarkable.”
Alina brushes a few strands of hair from your face, smoothing it gently back into place as Aleksander traces a delicate line along your jaw to keep your eyes on the two of them as he continues to speak.
“They will all want you by their side, and not a single one of them will be deserving as your equal.”
His words have you spellbound by his casual confidence, as if he is speaking this all into existence.
“You are going to be our little star,” Alina says softly with a smile that has warmth blooming in your chest. “You’ll never have to hide yourself, ever again.”
Then the carriage jerks to a stop at the gates of the Morozova estate. A crowd has formed by the entrance, otkazat’sya commoners all eager to catch a glimpse of you.
Aleksander steps out of the carriage first, smoothing down the front of his black kefta as his dark eyes skim over the crowd.
He then extends his hand for Alina and the sound of the crowd intensifies at the sight of the sun summoner glistening in her black and gold kefta.
Inhaling shakily, you close your eyes and attempt to draw some strength from Aleksander’s words. You are going to be undeniable.
Head held high, you take Aleksander and Alina’s waiting hands as you step down onto the cobbled path. Some people in the crowd openly weep, whilst others make the symbol of the saints with their hand.
The reverent whispers of your name send a shiver down your spine and as you step through the gates Aleksander ducks his head down to murmur against your ear,
“We are going to change the world, little star.”
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aquaburst3 · 4 months
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A Darklina aesthetic moodboard made out of boredom.
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dreamlandcreations · 1 year
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The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor-ish AU
"Mummy"!Darkling x reincarnated Shu princess!Reader
The Ravkan General was an outsider in the Shu court but as the princesses manifested their powers, the late Emperor made a plan to use the Grisha to conquer the world.
Unfortunately, he couldn't live long enough to see his plan through but as his heir, you took over his work with your eternal lover by your side. Your Emperor.
Alina, your sister, detested what she was and loathed all Grisha, so she conspired against you to stop you and the Darkling.
Aleksander was looking for true immortality, only Alina didn't know it was for you. She accidentally killed you and then cursed the Darkling and his Grisha, capturing them in clay for all eternity.
Your sister thought she had done the world a favour and took her punishment of eternal life alone in solitude. She wasn't expecting anyone to be able to "resurrect" the Darkling and his followers.
As you were growing up, memories started to return from your previous life from centuries ago. By your early twenties, you remembered everything and started to look for your long-lost lover while the news of a woman who knew things no living being should know reached the ears of the recluse immortals who would join or stand against your followers in this new war.
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lordservilo · 1 year
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Moodboard - Aleksander Morozova
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mskrianna · 8 months
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀— Мы похожи, — сказал он, — как никто другой. Таких, как мы, больше нет и никогда не будет.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Меня пронзила правдивость этих слов. 'Подобное притягивает подобное'.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Внутри меня жила Тьма. Дарклинг поселил её там, и больше я не стану этого отрицать. Волькры, ничегои, все они — мои монстры. И он — тоже мой монстр.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀— Моя сила — твоя, — повторила я. Его объятия стали крепче. — А твоя — моя, — прошептала я у самых его губ.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Моя. Слово пульсировало в моём теле, в нас двоих.
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alicehattera03 · 1 year
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Dark!Sankta Alina/the Darkling
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"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.
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saintlopezlov3r · 2 years
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Aleksander Morozova🖤 & Alina Starkov🦌
Shadow and Bone
Couple mood board
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caertusvire · 2 years
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ALEXANDER MOROZOVA
the saint with no stars
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stardustmorozov · 1 year
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At The Speed Of Love || S4E10
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A/N: I have been watching too much "Drive To Survive" I am so sorry A/N: Shoutout to @becauseicantthinkwritings for enabling me enough to finish this thing
Summary: An imagining of an episode of Netflix's Drive To Survive about Noa's stuggles with Hammer Racing
Pairing: Billy Russo x Noa Barceló (OC) x Darklina
Wordcount: 2102
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Drive To Survive Season 4 Episode 10
The Last Straw
The episode opens with a series of clips with misfortunes Noa had with her car while racing for Hammer Racing.
The first clip appears, showing Noa's car going slowly by the side of the track while the commentator shockedly narrates the event in front of them.
"And what is THIS? After leading over half the race, the motor of Barceló's Hammer seems to have given up! A fantastic weekend for Hammer, has ended in disaster."
A second commentator chimes in. "This is the third time it has happend this season and we're only just half way! What has happend to the two time world champion and her team?"
Cut to a different clip. She is lining up for an overtake in the rain until suddenly the rear of her car suddenly slips from under her, catapulting the car into the gravel and the tirewall, totalling the car.
"Noa are you okay?" her engineer cekcs in with her, anxiety dripping off of his voice even through the crackling microphone.
"Yeah. I'm fine," she says dejectedly as she undoes her steer and gets out of the car, "Just... where the hell did that come from?"
"We don't know, but we are looking into it."
The clip quickly fades into another, this time with an onboard camera as Noa gives the team back in the pit some worrying news.
"Guys? The brake is gone, I can't slow down."
"Copy. Try and cool them before you turn into the next corner."
"I have no brake to cool. They're gone, my brake is gone."
"Copy that. Put it on the side of the track, or if you can make it, pull into the pit lane."
"Okay. I'll try for the pit lane."
The clip cuts to a view of her car as it pulls around the pit lane corner. The voice of the commentator almost drowning out the sound of th motors of the other cars speeding by.
"And there comes Barceló, swerving into the pitlane, trying to slow the car down as much as possible. It seems that neither Hammer drivers can catch a break in misfortunes this season. What a shame."
Hard cut to black which fades into a portrait shot of a Formula One journalist, his name fading in to his left. It reads: Andrei Morgan.
"Everyone knows Hammer has had an incredibly difficult season. When you consider that they have won two championships and one of the best, new and young talents in their car it is almost incredible how far they have fallen over the course of a single stop. Combine that with the fact that almost no one expected her to sign for another season with Hammer, given how critical she's been of them since the start of the season when she won her second world title."
Cut to the title card of the series which shows the pit stop of a blue and white car, recognised as one of the Stark drivers. The title of the series appears when the car drives away from the team.
From the title card it transitions into a post-race debrief.
"So Noa, you noticed nothing in your breaking prior to that turn?"
She shakes her head. "Nothing. And looking back, there are no other things I could attribute to the cause either."
"Okay. Elliot, you had a steering issue, any idea what could have caused it from your side of the wheel?"
Cut to the camera following Noa and Elliot from behind, outside the paddock as Elliot comments on the shitty weekend they've had while they make their way to the pop up office and the shot quick fades into a portrait shot of Andrei Morgan.
"It is no secret that, when Noa first signed with Hammer, Sergio Debiar fully intended on having her as a second driver. Which she did well. Unfortunatley for Debiar, Marcus Puckett signed with Nemostones for 2019 and Elliot Maker took his place. Debiar was fully intending on keeping the team dynamic as it was but suddenly there was this very clear shift as Noa started outperforming her teammate weekend after weekend and all but forcing Debiar to put her on the winning strategy.
In a sense things only got worse when she won her first world title because he got a team that worked like a miracle, but not in the way he wanted it and this was only amplified when she won her second world title the season after."
A black screen card appears with the title of the episode. It reads: The Last Straw. Cut to an overview shot of a city with white text overlaying the shot, defining it as Milan in Italy and immediately after cuts to a black screen card with white text reading: Friday, Training.
The view changes to an onboard camera in the car of Elliot Maker. He is performing relatively well for his abilty and the car he's been given and feeling out some of the things that changed about the car in comparison to last weekend.
"Car is performing well, understeer is a bit much though," Elliot's voice crackles over the microphone as he turns through a set of corners and chicanes.
"Understood."
The camera follows an overhead view of Noa's car, which is faster than that of her teammate, though she comments on the same issue with the understeer and a few others Elliot did not catch.
"Well done. You were fourth fastest on the track today. You did a great job."
"Thanks man."
A black screen card pops onto the screen. Saturday. Qualifying.
The camera cuts between different views of Noa's qualifying lap as the commentator remarks her times.
"And Barceló has a purple first sector! Getting off to a good start with the Hammer car this session, and she colors sector two purple as well. Can she beat the Stark of Sam Wilson? Green in sector three makes that a no, qualifying her to start on the second row tomorrow next to Peter Parker, who is coming in... fourth place! Meaning he will start on Barcelo's right. Tomorrow, here in Algarve"
Cut to a portrait shot of Andrei Morgan.
"After this season Noa Barceló will be out of a contract with Hammer. Everyone knows she is not going to stay and Sergio Debiar knows it as well. So why then, is he clinging to the hope that she will sign another contract with them?"
A hard cut to a portrait side view of Sergio Debiar as the interviewer asks him why he thinks Noa will sign on for another season or two with Hammer Racing.
"There is a strong correlation between Noa's success as a driver and Hammer's ability to produce a car that was capable of winning a world championship. Twice in a row even, so I don't see why she would leave when we have proven that we are capable of producing a car that is able to win races and most importantly, championships."
Cut back to Andrei Morgan. "Noa Barceló is an extremely accomplished driver, who not just holds titles in Formula One now, but also in Formula Three and Two. She holds a total of six titles across all three leagues, half of which she won as a rookie. Then there is the fact that when she raced for Roket Mercury Motorsports she lost both her father and godfather in the span of barely a week. Not even forty-eight hours later, she was in a race car and qualifying for the Monza Grand Prix and came dead last. On the day of the race she managed to claw her way through the grid and win the race. To lose two people so close to you and then to be able to get in a car and win a grand prix is...astounding far above a level I am able to put words to. If there is anyone who is mentally strong enough to be in Formula One, it is Noa Barceló.
Then again there is far more to racing than just having a fast car. Debiar knows this as team principal of Hammer, yet he seems to denounce it when it comes to Noa. She's driven four seasons for them so far. At some point you gotta recognise that the driver you wanted in the second position is better than you expected and let them play a fair game."
Cut to a post race interview with Noa Barceló, Zoya Nazyalensky, and Sam Wilson.
"Question for Noa. Now that you have gotten a podium again, how would you feel about signing for another season with Hammer?"
"Honestly? Everyone knows I am out of a contract after this year and I have to say, I kinda look forward to opening a new chapter in my life in terms of racing. Like, at some point or another you have to stop doing what is old and familiar and take the leap to do new things."
Cut to a back view of Noa and her best friend Alba Rivera in a car, discussing different opportunities with two teams in particular. Anvil Motorsports and Lucendi Volcra Racing. The two speak spanish among another.
"What do you think of the rookie?" Alba asks her, turning a corner in an unidentified city.
"Well... they're good. So that makes them dangerous."
"They're a rookie, what could there be for you to be afraid of them?"
Noa scoffs. "Did you really forget about Gostinni already? I thought you had a better memory than that."
"Ah. Yeah you scared me shitless when you two crashed each other in Baku."
"Precisely."
"What about the other one then? Anvil."
"I'd mostly like to know which of their drivers I would be replacing. Because, depending on that, I could end up as the second driver or not."
"Honestly, you replacing either of them would put you up for first driver immediately I think. Look, they're both good drivers in their own right, but even in a Hammer car you can overtake them on a good day."
"Provided I get close through the traffic. Heh."
Cut to Noa preparing to go scuba diving with her friend Alba. An english narration of Noa's voice plays over the footage.
"In a way... I think I have always known I would be done with Hammer sooner or later. When I signed for my second contract with them after my first world title, I already knew I would not want to renew it once 2020 would come around; and with the race results I've had thus far, it seems to have been a wise decision. I have to take a leap forward an thrust myself into the unknown," she says as the footage shows her jumping off a boat, into the water, "Staying with Hammer for this long... It has felt like I have been fighting with one arm tied behind my back. And no, I am not going to lie, I have done a more than excelent job at fighting for podiums and for the world title this year with the car I have been given, but I would also like to know what it is to fight with both my hands free.
I have the luxury of being able to choose between multiple teams, and in a way, that also makes it incredibly scary. Will I choose the right team? What if I make the wrong prediction about the team dynamic? They're all questions that are going through my head as I try to figure out what is best."
The shot shows Noa and Alba swimming back to the surface, but cuts to black before either of them can reach it. The black screen displays a small paragraph of text, reading: On the 7th of December, 2020, Noa Barceló announced to the rest of the world that she would not be renewing her contract with Hammer. The screen card fades into a studio interview with Noa in her Hammer attire as she smiles at the interviewer and it is the happiest we've seen her all season.
"Do I look at you or do I look at the camera," she says with a toothy smile as she takes a sip of water.
"At me," the voice of the interviewer sounds off screen.
"Okay."
"So please tell me your name, your profession and which team you will be joining next year."
"My name is Noa Barceló, I am a Formula One driver and I will be joining Anvil Motorsports for next season."
She smiles brightly when she finishes speaking and the screen cuts to the credits of the episode.
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jeonnivada · 10 months
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𓈒 ˙ 🧊 繊細 ּ 🌪⠀ . ࣪𓇻 ݁
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𓈒 ˙ 🕸️ ּ 繊細 🎱⠀ . ࣪🥷🏻
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marvelmusing · 1 year
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Of Sunlight & Shadow
A Fae!Darklina x Fem!Reader AU
drabble under the cut
Warnings: threat of violence, reader is chased by Fae, pollen that causes drowsiness inhaled by reader
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Initially you thought a shortcut through the trees was a good idea, all you had to do was walk in a straight line. But unfortunately, trees don’t have too many defining features, and as they all become a blur of leaves and branches you finally admit to yourself that you are lost.
When you hear the sound of laughter and conversation, your heart lifts. Maybe someone could help you. Climbing over a large tree stump, you spot a group of people and horses gathered in a nearby clearing.
It’s as you’re approaching them that you realise something is wrong. Once you’re close enough you can see that they aren’t human like you. The pointed ears, strange eyes and hair tell you that these people are Fae. When you spot the different coloured keftas you realise you have wandered into Ravka. That these people aren’t just Fae, they’re Grisha, meaning that their power exceeds that of the average Faefolk.
It means you’re in a lot of danger.
Luckily no one has spotted you. As quietly as possible, you turn and head in the opposite direction, praying to every Saint above that you survive.
Then you hear a shout.
Without thinking you bolt through the trees, branches scraping at your arms and rocks bruising your calves as you run. You can hear them running after you, and you duck as they throw rope and various other traps as a means to capture you.
Then you trip on something you thought was a shadow, and you’re sent sprawling down a small embankment, rolling through a collection of soft pink flowers with a heavy scent. Gasping and coughing, you hit the ground hard. Stumbling to your feet, a wave of dizziness crashes through you.
When you fall into a pair of arms you thrash wildly, eyes wide as you stare at the beautiful woman in front of you. Angelic features, dark eyes, pointed ears, and a mass of white hair braided away from her face. Try as you might, you can’t break free from her hold. After a few weak tugs you crumple against her chest.
She runs a hand over your hair, shushing your whimpers of fright and pain.
“It’s alright.” She soothes. “They can’t hurt you now. You’re safe with us.”
It feels so good to just close your eyes and breathe in the scent of her body as she sways you comfortingly. Her hands run down your body, trying to ease your distress.
“Poor milaya. You’re shaking.”
She walks backwards a few steps, and your feet follow her blindly. Once she sits down on a tree stump your body gives way, your arms curling around her waist as your lower half lies down on the grass.
She tilts your head up, black eyes searching your face.
“Hello, my lovely. Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” Her thumb skims over your cheek delicately as they warm under her attention. “Are you lost, little one?”
You can only nod with a dazed look in your eyes, before you want to bury your face back into her lap. Distantly, you’re aware of a man talking in an authoritative tone.
“You’re aware of the rules gentlemen, this one is mine and my wife’s.”
There’s a few sighs of protest, but then they appear to leave. Not that you can see anything, with how you’ve pressed your face into the skirts of her soft white dress.
“She fell into the somnum flowers.” She offers as an explanation to whoever is now standing in front of her.
There’s a thoughtful hum of acknowledgement before a man is crouching down beside you, hooking a finger under your chin to guide your eyes to his. He’s just as beautiful as she is. Dark hair, the same dark eyes, and a rich sprinkling of stubble that stretches down his neck.
“Hello little one.” He says softly and something inside you melts at his words.
His eyes study you, observing your unfocused gaze and how you seem to be drinking in every inch of him unabashedly. He holds your gaze as he speaks,
“She’s fighting the effects rather well. Most humans would be unconscious by now.”
“I like this one, Sasha.”
A boyish smile curls at his lips as he looks at her, and your heart flutters. Pressing your temple against her knee, you continue to watch him despite how heavy your eyelids are.
He brushes a knuckle over your cheek.
“A rather sweet little thing.”
A sleepy pout puckers at your lips when he withdraws his hand, and moves back towards the flowers you had fallen into.
He returns, and sits down in the grass beside you, one of the pretty pink flowers dangling from his nimble fingers. In the back of your mind, you’re aware that these flowers are the reason for your weakened state.
But it feels so nice to sit on the grass with the sun warming your skin, your head in her lap with her fingers smoothing over your hair as birds chirp in the trees above you. You watch as the man twirls the stem of the flower, before he offers it to you.
He cups your face with one hand, guiding you closer to the flower despite the reluctance in your movements.
“Don’t you want to smell the flower, milaya?”
You shake your head, and the two of them laugh softly.
“It would make us both very happy.” He tells you, and your heart aches. You want to make them happy. You don’t know why. But you do.
They can both see your hesitation, but they’re patient, and you’re faltering as the scent of the flower is drawn into your lungs with every breath. It already feels good to relax and let them look after you. What harm would it do to lean in a little more?
She rubs her hand gently over your shoulders, as he circles his thumb over your cheekbone.
“I told you, you’re safe with us.”
You lean closer to the flower, inhaling the scent deeply. The petals tickle your nose, and a delighted smile tugs at your lips as a pleasant haze clouds over your mind. Sighing softly, your eyes flutter heavily as the sound of their praises reach your ears.
You feel a pair of lips press against your forehead.
“Sleep, little one. We’ll look after you.”
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aquaburst3 · 5 months
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A Darklina aesthetic moodboard made, because 'tis the season.
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sabficinspo · 2 years
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While Mal, her almost brother, was conscripted into the army, Alina was deemed too weak and the army didn’t want her. She found a job in Os Alta working at a pastry shop and, one day, on her way home from work she ran into an oprichnik. No, literally, she ran into an oprichnik. He helps her get back to the place she is staying (boarding house, apartments, brothel, friend/acquaintance of Ana Kuya or Mal) and she expresses curiosity about the Grisha.
The oprichnik teaches her about Grisha history, culture, and current issues. He also begins to teach her self defense. Alina brings him pastries and helps him think out his problems- helps him remember that he’s manipulating people, not pieces on a game board.
Only, the man she thinks is an oprichnik, isn’t really an oprichnik. In fact, he couldn’t be an oprichnik if he wanted to, because oprichnik cannot be Grisha. Alina’s new friend (to absolutely nobody’s shock) is actually the Black General, Duke Pytor Kirigan, otherwise known as the Darkling.
Aleksandr wants to keep Alina, for as long as he can. He knows that her life will only be the blink of an eye to him, but he loves her and wants to spend as much time as he can with her.
Perhaps Aleksandr marries Alina. Maybe someone else finds out about the time they spend together and causes problems. Maybe Alina’s power is revealed. Maybe Alina starts a revolution. I have no idea 🤷🏻‍♀️, but this background/set up popped into my head!!
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dreamlandcreations · 7 months
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The Little Mermaid AU
Darkling x Alina x Nikolai
“The problem with wanting is that it makes us weak.”
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mskrianna · 2 years
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⠀ ⠀ ❛ — беда вожделения в том, — прошептал дарклинг, проводя губами по моему подбородку, пока не замер в миллиметре от моего рта, — что оно делает нас слабыми ❜
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uchatadara · 1 day
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Accidentally, skimming my e-book collection, found The Duchess Deal and definitely read again after I lost count how many times already. How could I forgot this book was so fun!!!
Of course, then made every scenarios for my favorite ships obviously. I know they're far from similar but damn I can't help myself.
Morozova, the monstrous Duke who sent his sister to marry an illegitimate but wealthy heir in a foreign country. It was scandalous in the ton and no one knew the truth until the sister, Lady Erso suddenly returns with amnesia and bringing a young companion as her personal healer. All secret is then revealed one by one...
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