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[readerinsertsaremyguiltypleasure]

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Could you do something with K and 13 for Darkling? I have this thought in mind he is married to the reader and they got in a fight or something or probably have been separated for a while now but are longing for each other. And somehow have been put in a situation where they are forced to share a bed. Could you make it a hea please?

Thank you very much!!!

One angsty Darkling fic with a happy ending coming right up.

K. Only one bed 13. ‘What happened to us?’

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It was only one night, you reminded yourself as you pulled your small trunk through the halls of the inn. You were in Ryevost on a job investigating a local people smuggling ring. Not usually a job for the Second Army, but the smugglers in question were rumoured to have been helping the drüskelle kidnap Grisha, and so there you were.

And so was he.

General Kirigan had taken this particular crime personally, and had decided to oversee the investigation himself, joining you, Ivan, and Fedyor.

The problem wasn’t that he had come on the trip, though it had made for an awkward coach ride. No, the problem was that the inn only had two rooms available. Obviously, Ivan and Fedyor had taken one, which left you and Kirigan to share the other. That was the problem

Not too long ago, things would have been different. In fact, you and Aleksander sharing a room would have been pre-decided. But that was when you were still married. Now the idea of sharing a personal space just felt hollow.

You had been separated for a few months now, and you had given up hope of reconciliation. You had left quietly after another night alone, leaving nothing but a note telling Aleksander that you had secured other rooms in the palace and would be taking more missions away. He had not come after you.

‘This is us,’ said Aleksander, unlocking the door at the very end of the hall. He held it open and let you enter first.

You mumbled your thanks as you passed him, but then immediately stopped short. There was only one bed. Which, of course there was only one bed… but for some reason you had expected there to be two.

‘I doubt I’ll sleep,’ said Aleksander, shutting the door behind him. ‘You have the bed.’

‘Are you sure?’ You may not have been what you once were to each other, but you still had your manners. There was no need to be rude.

Aleksander nodded, a soft smile on his lips.

That smile had no right to be there. He didn’t get to smile at you like that – like he still loved you – not after all these months alone.

So, you ignored it and decided to get unpacked. You had just placed your trunk on the bed when a cold draft hit you, making you shiver.

Great. Just what you needed.

Thankfully, this was one problem that could be fixed, and with a flick of your wrists, you sent a fireball into the fireplace, lighting the kindling.

‘Much better,’ you said to yourself.

A soft chuckle came from behind you, and you turned to see Aleksander watching you from the doorway. You hated how attractive you still found him. That smirk had always been you undoing.

‘You always did hate the cold,’ he said, nodding to the fireplace. You had lit the one in his rooms the same way many times before.

You shrugged and went back to your unpacking. ‘Some things never change, I guess.’

‘And yet some things change so suddenly,’ he said. He was no longer smiling.

He slowly walked towards you, as if he was scared you would run. ‘Milaya…’ You closed your eyes, tears threatening to spill at the sound of him calling you that. ‘What happened to us? Why did you leave?’

‘Why did you wait so long to ask?’ you shot back, anger overriding the pain. ‘And it wasn’t sudden, Aleksander. You left me long before I left you.’

Aleksander stopped his advance but did not refute your claim. He knew what you meant.

‘The war…’ he started but you cut across him.

‘I know how important the war is. I know it’s more important than I am.’ You sniffed and wiped away the solitary tear that had fallen down your cheek. ‘Just because I know it, doesn’t mean I want to be reminded of it every night when I go to bed alone. Or every morning when I wake up without the person who should be there.’

A few more tears fell, and you quickly wiped them away. This was exactly why sharing a room was a problem. It reminded you of what you had lost.

Suddenly, Aleksander’s hands were on your cheeks. You tried to move away, but he held firm. ‘I thought you didn’t love me anymore,’ he said, wiping a tear away with his thumb.

‘I don’t,’ you said, though you both knew it was a lie.

‘I thought you didn’t love me,’ he repeated. ‘That’s why I didn’t come knocking down your door the moment I found your note, begging you to give me another chance. The war is important, yes… but nothing is more important to me than you are. Certainly not my own heartbreak. So, I let you go because I thought that’s what you wanted.’

‘All I wanted was you,’ you said, openly crying now. ‘It hurt too much to keep losing you to the war.’

Aleksander leaned his head down to rest against yours and closed his eyes. ‘Give me another chance,’ he whispered. ‘I know I’m far too late, but please, milaya. Let me show you how important you are.’

You reached up stroke his bearded cheek. It was a lot more unkept than you remembered it, though still within the standards for a General. ‘Promise me you’ll make time for us,’ you said. ‘I don’t need you by my side every moment of every day, but I need something, Aleksander. I’m your wife.’

Aleksander’s eyes snapped open, alight with hope. ‘I’ll give you as much time as you want,’ he said without hesitation. ‘I’ll give anything.’

You could tell that he meant every word, which was what made you lean forward to bring your lips to his.

It started as a soft kiss, one that tested the waters after so long apart, but Aleksander soon deepened it. He kissed you like a man possessed, desperate to make the most of something he may never get again. You felt all his hope, guilt, and longing, and so you gave him all your emotions in return. All your pain, all your heartbreak.

And all your love.

You had no idea how long you stood there, lost in each other, but eventually you had to come up for air. ‘Move back in with me,’ he said, still breathless. ‘I’ve missed you so much.’

You realised you could be setting yourself up for more heartache, but you just couldn’t ignore what your heart was telling you.

You smiled softly and nodded.

‘I’ve missed you, too.’

#darkling x reader #darkling x you #the darkling x reader #darkling prompts #general kirigan x reader #aleksander morozova x reader

[fakehappy27]

If someone could suggest me a very good Ff Alexander x Zoya (no Alina, no Nikolai involved, pls), I would be forever grateful.

I don’t know why I’m so into this couple these past days 🤪

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfiction #benjamin behave #ben barnes #zoya nazyanelsky #zoya my beloved #queen zoya #ao3 fanfic #darkling prompts #alexander morozova #general kirigan #billy russo

[kriz-smthn]

Listen

I love Sun Summoner!Kaz fics just as much as the next guy over, but the fact that canonically Kaz is a language illiterate little shit is just such a funny thing to me that I HAD TO

#six of crows #six of crows duology #shadow and bone netflix #s&b fandom #soc #kaz brekker #kaz rietveld #the darkling #alexander morozova #Kaz is faking it til he makes it #The only reason nobody had notice that Kaz isn't ravkan is because he's just been ignoring any attempt at communication up until this point #Kaz has no idea of what's going on but he's rolling with it #I was prompted by a good myth is hard to kill and kaz morgningstar because I fucking love those fics oh my god #grishaverse fanart #fanfic fanart #a good myth is hard to kill

[tebriklerdelirdim]

#tebriklerdelirdim #love #music #spotify #playlist #playlist ideas #relationship #aesthetic #netflix #ben barnes #shadow and bone #the darkling #alina starkov #enemies to lovers #villain #villain playlist #villain prompt #dark romance #dark academia #book playlist #bookblr #love playlist #my post #Spotify

[mattmurdocksscars]

You said Darkling and sin so I'm here to indulge. I feel like prompts "Fuck. You feel so good." & "How are you this perfect?" would be good together don't ya think? To make up for my angsty req from last time.

Attaching a gif for both inspo and a lil personal attack <3

Oof CC, always coming in with such good requests.

Warnings: Afab!reader, use of good girl, unprotected piv, oral (f!receiving), just all around filth. 

I have no issues with Alina, but I needed her to be the antagonist here lol

Weekend of Sin event

Being the wife of the Darkling meant knowing all of his secrets, all of his dreams, all of his ambitions. It meant knowing that he needed the aide of the sun summoner but it did not mean having to like the way he chose to try to seduce her. The both of you knew that she wasn't as innocent as she seemed and that the lure of the power of Aleksander's position would help draw her in. You both knew that she would easily fall for his charm.

After all, who wouldn't?

The only difference was that you were the one who truly had Aleksander's heart. Something he reminded you of every single time the two of you were alone. Something he was reminding you of now.

He’d come into your shared room and before you could even ask how he was doing, he was pulling you against his body and kissing you like a man possessed. You pulled away almost instantly though at the taste of another on his lips. Aleksander growled at the reminder.

“That little girl kissed me, kitten. Do you know how taxing it was not to push her away?” At that, you’d frowned. You didn’t like the idea of someone else kissing your husband anymore than he had seemed to enjoy it. You knew what he needed.

“I’m here, Aleks. We know this is just to get her on our side. Now, kiss me again. Do whatever you need to remind yourself I’m yours and you’re mine.” He’d practically pounced on you again. It had been a whirlwind of clothes and limbs as he’d done whatever he could to get to your skin faster. You’d been glad you hadn’t been wearing your kefta because he likely would have torn it in his ferocity.

He’d eaten you out until you were crying from overstimulation. You weren’t even sure how many times he’d made you cum, just that he wasn’t satisfied until you were begging him for a break from his mouth. He had pulled away from you then with a smug look and kissed his way up your body, settling himself atop you easily. 

“Just my mouth, love?” His voice was positively sinful as he began to grind his hard cock against your soaked entrance. You mewled at the feel of him, back arching underneath him.

“Aleks...” You breathed out.

“Mm yes, love?”

“Is this what you need?”

“Yes.”

“Then take it.”

He slid into you with ease, the stretch bordering on painful even after your orgasms. He groaned lowly as he settled all the way inside you, holding himself there. 

“How are you this perfect?” He whispered against your lips. Before you could respond, he pulled out and thrust back in. Your words were exchanged for a moan and he smirked in triumph. He set an unwavering and relentless pace, driving both of you towards your peak. The entire time, he whispered a mixture of filth and praise to you.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl. Taking me so well. Fuck. You feel so good, kitten. This is just what I needed. Needed to bury myself in your perfect cunt, remind you how much I need and love you.”

All of this helped push you closer until finally you came with a cry of his name, Aleksander following shortly after.

Alina may have his attention for short periods but you?

You had the man himself. Body and soul. 

And nothing would ever change that.

#aleksander morozova x reader #the darkling x reader #weekend of sin #prompts

[jomiddlemarch]

I can't resist another one. Darklina + 35. Hold My Hand

“Hold my hand,” Aleksander said softly. They were waiting in the antechamber for their introduction, Alina wearing the jeweled diadem and lace veil she had unsuccessfully fought to refuse, Aleksander’s head bare but the cape that fell from his shoulders to the floor was richly embroidered with gold and silver thread, clasped at the throat with a cabochon emerald encircled with diamonds.

“I’m not scared,” Alina replied. “They’re already well-aware we’re a united front, we don’t have to do a big symbolic gesture.”

“For the first time, I have someone beside me to walk into the room where they’re all waiting—it would feel good to have your hand in mine, to know I’m not alone,” he said and smiled, a boy’s shy smile, a rare expression that she knew had not been seen for many centuries.

#darklina #prompt fill #aloveforjaneausten #romance #fluff #literally soft!darkling #holding hands #you are not alone #means he is not alone #canon au

[seventfics]

I’m late but happy birthday!! If you’re still taking malarklina prompts perhaps I could request Alina and Mal as the criminal couple and Aleksander as the detective trying everything to catch them. Aleksander has always had a spotless record in taking down the criminal but then THESE two show up and somehow always manage to slip from his grasp. Everyone knows that those two are his targets, if they show up on the radar, he’s the first one to call. He can’t help but admire them for their amazing abilities and the flawless heists they pull off. Not to mention they way they fit so well with each other, must be nice to be them, the thrill is quite fun as well…no he doesn’t have time for love, his job is his life. He ESPECIALLY can’t have love if they’re his enemies.

At first Mal and Alina are just like “this bitch” as he somehow always finds them. But it kinda turns to admiration, his persistence to hunt them down gives them a thrill. He’s super fun to rile up. He certainly is more skillful than the other detectives that they made quit their job. “He’d make a good thief” Alina tells Mal one day. It starts becoming so fun that there are times where they wait for him to show, just for the chase. It is fun but they still find him a dick because he makes their job a lot harder sometimes.

Maybe one day they decide to fuck with him a bit. One gets up close and personal while the other watches in rapt interest. “Are you sure you want this to end? You don’t enjoy it, even a little? Do you constantly chase us only to throw us behind bars, or is it for another reason?” But they see how it works too well. How he leaned in to the hand caressing his face almost instantly, squeezing his eyes shut as if hating that he did. How he seemed to yearn to be kissed right then and there, his eyes closed and he’s already leaning forward. How the handcuffs fell from his hands like nothing. If the sirens hadn’t alarmed them, they might’ve granted him his request.

“Until next time.” The other says smirking, before both pull away and it’s like a spell was broken. He shouts out to them reaching for his gun but they somehow managed to steal it from him in all that. He comes back pissed but won’t tell anyone what happened and then goes home to scream into a pillow because what the fuck just happened. Meanwhile Mal and Alina at their hideout and are still processing that and are just like “well that was interesting…”

the rest of their interactions after that is Aleksander going “you two should be addicted to shutting the fuck up” and Alina and Mal going “you want us to fuck you so bad it makes you look stupid” while also trying to convince him to quit his job and join them.

Honestly your prompt is a full written piece right there, but I'll give it a little scene ;) just based off of that first half:

"He'd make a good thief."

Mal takes his eyes off of his stealth binoculars to stare at her. "We're still talking about the same guy, aren't we? The detective with the suave hair and sad eyes?"

"So you have been paying attention to him," Alina admires.

"It's hard not to. He's always one step from catching us. The heist at Prague was our closest call yet, and even then, we only managed to slip away because you distracted him."

"I didn't distract him," Alina says, slipping her arms over his shoulders to swipe the binoculars from him. Instead of chiding her for the delay to his field mapping, Mal smiles. She loves an excuse to get close during busywork.

"So you didn't split away from our original exit route to give us both time to flee the scene?"

"Oh, I did, originally. But he anticipated my feint run, and turned our escape into a real challenge. I almost didn't make it to our rendezvous point. He's been watching us for a long time, if he knew what to expect from me."

"Really," Mal drawls, faking disinterest. She doesn't usually talk about their past jobs, unless there's a mistake in their planning that needs fixing. That was before he saw their ghost-chase detective's car roll down the street ten minutes ago.

"Are you sure you still want to hit this place?" Mal asks, because one of them needs to. "You say he anticipated your moves. That he's been studying us. It's a risk. We could get caught."

"Starting to have doubt in me, heart?"

"In you? Never," he swears. Impossible, wherever she goes, he follows. "In him, on the other hand..."

Her smile is wide and all teeth. "Wouldn't it be exciting, though? He got so close, last time. And then I put my switchblade against his throat, and he conceited. I wonder, if he doesn't find these ghost-chases and close calls exciting, too."

While she's turning over the memory in her mind, Mal takes his binoculars back. He looks through them, zooming on the figure on the far block. Back turned, suave black hair. A good thief? More like a good model.

"Let's make this one especially interesting for him, then. Can't have Mr. Morozov getting bored of us."

#malarklina #maldarklina #mal x alina x darkling #heist couple malina is always so fun #and aleks being the one on the 'good' side #reply #prompt

[yibeimolihuacha]

Slavic-folklore-inspired Zoyalai AU Prompt

AU in which Nikolai is a prince who returns home to find that his family had fallen ill with some strange disease and died, and now he is the one who should become the king, but his officials and people are not happy to give their country into the hands of a man who spent most of his life in faraway lands. So his traveling buddies and wise advisors Tolya and Tamar suggest asking for the hand of one of the noble maidens - Alina, who is also known as The Bright for her kindness and good nature, and therefore, if Nikolai marries her, then the people will accept him better. Nikolai agrees and rides out to pick up his bride. However, the lands of Alina’s father are the farthest in the kingdom, and therefore the path before him lies long and difficult.

Nikolai is a prince who can't become the king until he marries the right bride.

Alina is a noble maiden.

The Darkling - Koschey, an ancient immortal sorcerer who lives in the Underworld. Because of Baba Yaga's ancient curse, he cannot set foot on the surface until he has the one the sun loves most (Alina). He already has two brides - The Beautiful and The Wise, and now he is trying to get the third, the most important one - The Bright.

Genya (The Beautiful) is The Darkling’s first bride, she is a witch famous for her unearthly beauty. He kidnapped her when she was a child, and since then she serves him and keeps an eye on what happens in the real world for him. To get Alina, The Darkling tells Genya to gain her trust and lure her into his kingdom.

Zoya (The Wise) is his second bride, she is also a witch, but despite her name she is not famous for her wisdom, but rather for her bad temper. The Darkling named her The Wise because she came to his kingdom by her own will and wished to become his bride (of course she had her reasons), and he thought her desire for power and strength was the best manifestation of wisdom. Zoya lives in The Dark Forest, in the old hut of Baba Yaga, whom Koschey locked for her curse in the Underworld. While Genya is trying to lure Alina into the underworld, he sends Zoya to take care of Nikolai and lead the prince astray.

Both Genya and Zoya wear The Darkling's shackles - Genya has a bone necklace, Zoya has bone bracelets, he also has a bone crown waiting for Alina. The Darkling's shackles maintain the connection between him and his brides and prevent them from disobeying him, and also enhance their natural witch powers. Genya and Zoya apart from Baba Yaga are the strongest witches in the kingdom.

Bagra is Baba Yaga duh.

Mal is an archer in the service of Alina’s father, he is in love with Alina, just as she is with him.

Kaz is The Crow, a criminal who can shapeshift into a crow, he helps Nikolai once on his quest for a pay.

Maybe all of the crows could be some kind of shapeshifters, Mathias could be a wolf, Inej could be a black cat etc

here are some of Bilibin's and Vasnecov's artworks for the VIBES

#i was procrastinating #shadow and bone #shadow and bone prompt #grishaverse #grishaverse prompt #zoyalai #zoyalai au #nikolai lantsov #zoya nazyalensky #the darkling #zoyalai prompt #I am sorry

[greensaplinggrace]

thinking now about minimalism angst... how did it come to this

#anyways baghra's obsession with humility and repression and minimalism... #like i love the idea of aleksander getting free of her and indulging in things as he kind of does in canon #even though we still know he's repressed i mean lets be real #but now im thinking about him just.. not having anything not indulging in anything not allowing himself to think about anything #anyways malarklina prompt fresh in my mind where mal and alina enter his apartment for the first time and it's fucking EMPTY #and they're like girl wth #and then they slowly like brighten it up and fill it with things and give him gifts and stuff... #thinking #shadow and bone #sab #grishaverse #aleksander morozova #the darkling #myramblings

[asirensrage]

Consequences

Title: Consequences Fandom: Shadow and Bone Rating: M Pairing: Slight Aleksander x unnamed OC Word count: 3420 Warnings: dark!fic, grey!oc, threats, coersion, being offered as a sacrifice, swearing, use of a knife, attempted murder, actual murder (or would it be manslaughter?), blood consumption, violence, demon!aleksander

Summary: Based on the scary story prompts from @darkpromptsyouneveraskedfor. Prompts include: 15) "I made my sacrifice, now it's your turn." and 8) You're hired to house sit one of the heritage homes in town but realize you're not alone.

Horror prompts masterlist

Notes: This is a dark fic. Heed the warnings. There is attempted murder, friendships breaking and more. Shout out to @vixenofcourse who helped me with this. Enjoy!

“You just have to come, water the plants, hang out. It’s easy money.”

“Then why aren’t you doing it?”

“Because I have plans.” 

“Whose house is it again?”

“No one’s. It’s empty right now. The sellers are locked in some battle with buyers who want the rights to update it.”

“But isn’t it a…”

“Yeah. The fancy plaque on the wall says they’re not allowed to change a thing. That’s not stopping them from trying though. Just do me this favour. Please.”

“Ugh, fine. But you owe me.” 

“Sure, whatever you say.” 

She hangs up the phone and sighs. It’s not the best gig but at least it’ll be easy. All she needs to do is pick up the keys and check the place out. With her luck, it’ll be haunted but no one said she had to stay the night. 

🏠

Her friend isn’t around when she goes to pick up the keys but it’s fine. There’s a coded safety case that realtors use and she knows the combination. The house is eerie. She hasn’t even gone inside yet but the exterior is all Victorian trim and dark colours. It looks like it belongs to the Addams Family. The plaque next to the door declares it a historical site. She stares at it for a moment. It’s the cause of all her problems, at least right now. 

She gets the key from the box. It looks new, as though the locks have been changed but the door still looks like it belongs in the 1800s. She’s not entirely sure it’ll fit, and if she has to call her friend because someone left the wrong key, she’s going to be pissed. It’ll just add to this waste of time. 

The key fits. 

The door creaks open. An ominous warning to the dark that lies ahead. It’s a little impressive actually. They must have blocked the windows. That was creepy. Now that she thought about it, who were the original owners? Or the current ones. Jen never said. 

She walks in. She had to water plants? In this place? The only thing that was going to grow here was mold. The door closes behind her. She turns as she’s shrouded in darkness. She left it open so she could find a light. 

“Must have been the wind,” she says. “Closing…a very heavy door…” She rolls her eyes. It was just her luck acting up again. She never had much of it. It was the same reason she couldn’t hold down a proper job. Things just happened. Weird shit seemed to follow her and everything got blamed on her.

She digs out her phone and turns on the flashlight. That made it creepier. There was something about not being able to see everything around you. It made her feel like there was something behind her. She shudders. 

“Alright, let’s just look around, turn on some lights and get out of here.” 

Finding a light switch was harder than she expected. Original switches from the last time the house was renovated, before it was considered historical, look nothing like the ones she’s used to. 

She finally finds the toggle switch but it doesn’t work. At least, nothing happens. “Of course, the place can’t even work…” She turns, looking around for another, when something touches the back of her neck. She jumps. 

A quick turn, flashing the light around her, reveals…nothing. Despite the fact that something just touched her, she knows something touched her, nothing is there. She’s still in the silent, creepy house. 

“And we’re done,” she says out loud. She’ll stand watch outside if she has to, but she’s leaving. 

Wind blows past her as she leaves the room. She stops. Where did that come from? 

“Nope. No, no, no,” she tells the house before heading to the door. 

“Leaving so soon?” 

She jumps again, turning towards the voice. She pushes her back against the wall, right by the door. “Who’s there?” 

“We haven’t even introduced ourselves yet.” 

She moves the flashlight around until she finds him. The man is standing on the stairs facing her. She can’t make out his features very well, it’s too dark and he’s too far away. “You’re not supposed to be here,” she says, sounding far more confident than she feels. Cold creeps up her spine. 

“Trust me, we’re exactly where we are both meant to be.” 

She grabs the door handle, keeping herself facing the man. She’s not about to turn her back on a stranger, not in this creepy house and not when she was told no one is supposed to be here. “I’m going to go,” she says. “You look like you have this in hand.”

“I regret that you will not.” He seemed to disappear from her view and she turns, trying to find him again. 

His face appears in front of hers. She jolts back, hitting the door hard. “I made my sacrifice,” he says softly. “Now it’s your turn.” 

He leans forward, mouth parting and displaying rows of teeth that glisten in the little light there is. His eyes are black. 

“I don’t think so!” She shoves him back. To her surprise, he actually stumbles. He looks at her confused. “I’m no one’s sacrifice!” 

He stares at her for a moment, head tilted. “No,” he says softly. “I don’t believe you are.” 

Her heart pounds in her chest, feeling as though it is either about to burst or stop completely. She can see him clearly now. He looks human but there is something off about him. It’s not only the black eyes and too many teeth. There is something that sets everything in her on edge. 

He moves faster than she sees, gripping her jaw. It’s gentle and yet inescapable. Even trying to pull back slightly fails. He turns her face, examining her from all sides. “What a curious thing you are,” he says quietly. “She must not have known.” 

“Who?” She can’t help but ask. 

“The one who sent you here. She requested a boon, but they are not to be given without sacrifice. I would have escaped this prison with your death but now…” 

“Hold on, my death?” She glares at him. “You’re telling me Jen sent me here purposefully to die?” 

“Are you surprised?”

“You think?!” She scowls at the man in the dark. “Let me out. I’m going to kill her.” 

His eyes seem to gleam in the light. “Are you?” He reaches out again, touching her face softly. There are claws on his fingertips. “Perhaps we could make a deal?”

“I’m not into deals,” she tells him, unimpressed at what he’s already suggesting. 

He grins. It’s wide enough that it looks as though it will swallow his face. “Nothing like you’re thinking. Call her here. I was promised a human soul, not one like you. Bring her and I’ll tell you the truth of what you are.” 

“Do you think I’m stupid?” She asks, staring at him. “You want me to call her, get her to come over here so what? You can kill us both?”

“Do you know what the boon she asked for was?”

“Obviously not.”

He smirks, amused by her sharp edges. “She sold your life away for wealth and the love of a man named John.”

“Oh for the–” She cuts herself off. “John?! Really? That asshole?” She can’t help herself. “She’s been obsessed with him for years and he knows it! He’s played her like a fiddle. Calling her when he wants sex and dropping her as soon as she presses for more and she still goes back for more!” 

“Humans are frivolous with their affections,” he says mildly. 

“She’d kill me to win that asshole? Fuck it.” She lifts her phone, shutting off the flashlight that was eating at her battery and succumbing to the dark and the thing in it. She’s pissed off now. It was one thing to set her up, to send her on this stupid task and try to sacrifice her. Hell, the economy was hard, she could understand it really, but for John? Hell no. 

Her friend is in her recently contacted section. It goes to voicemail. Of course, it does. If she was setting her up to die, she probably didn’t want to hear her screaming. Well, two could play this game.

“Hey Jen,” she says in as light-hearted a tone as she can maintain once the voicemail beeps. “I’m trying the code you gave me but it’s not working. I can’t get into the house. Are you sure it’s the right one?”  

She hangs up. “And now we wait.” 

“Clever,” he praises. 

She ignores it and turns her flashlight back on. She isn’t ready to wait in the dark with…whatever it is. 

It takes about a minute for her so-called friend to call her back. Maybe it’s guilt? Maybe it’s a warning and she didn’t listen to the message.

She answers. “Hey.” 

“You can’t get in?” There’s a trace of panic there. She wonders if she should be insulted at how fast Jen responded to that. How fast they listened for proof of her demise. 

The thing in front of her is grinning again. She ignores it, stomach curdling in disappointment. “No, the code doesn’t work.”

“Are you sure? It’s 5935.” 

She waits for a moment before she responds. “That’s what I tried. I just did it again, and got nothing. I’m just going to go home, okay?”

“No!” Jen nearly shouts it before trying to recover. “I mean, just wait. I can stop by quickly and check it. I have the override.”

“Then why am I here? You said you were busy.” She can’t help but dig into the lie now. She wants to see what the excuse is. 

“I am. I just have a few minutes, like I said, but I can pass by. Just wait for me, okay?” 

“Fine.” She hangs up. Was this really worth it? Could she send someone to their death?

“Tell me about this John.”

She scowls at the thing wearing a man’s face. “Can you read minds?”

“I don’t have to. It’s in your expression.”

“I told you everything you need to know.” 

“Then tell me about you. Your parents, your life.”

She looks at him, at the eager twitch to his smile, and ignores the demand. She owes him nothing, even if the thing has offered to take Jen’s life instead. Anger sits in the base of her throat. A sacrifice. Things like that shouldn’t be real, they shouldn’t exist, but neither should the thing that looks like a man but has too many teeth. It’s better to be angry instead of hurt. It’s not the first time someone has tried to take something from her, or used her, but it stings every time and it has yet to get easier. Especially when she thought they were friends. Good friends. 

“I’m not telling you anything about my family.”

“Well then I’ll guess, shall I?  You’re the odd one out for no reason you can see or they can name?  They forget about you frequently and with alarming ease and seem relieved at your absence?  They meet your basic needs but take no joy in it, just performing an obligation and no effort is made to bond further?” 

She bares her teeth at him. She doesn’t agree or disagree. It’s true that her family wasn’t the warmest or most supportive, but it didn’t matter. Her luck always ran in the worst ways and the people around her sometimes got caught up in it. That often included her parents. 

He looks up, past her and towards the door. “She’s here,” he tells her. 

“That was quick.” Another nail in the coffin. Another shred of proof at how much her ex-friend wanted the boon she was willing to trade another’s life for. 

They fall quiet and she can hear her friend now, coming up the steps and calling her name. She doesn’t respond. She can’t. Not yet. She doesn’t know what to say and there is no real way to explain why she is inside. Especially after the call.  

It doesn’t matter. A key scrapes against the lock and she moves back, behind the door so that she’ll be hidden when Jen enters. The thing looks amused but does not give her away. Instead, it seems to melt back into the shadows and she turns the flashlight off on her phone. 

The lock gives way and the door opens slowly. The light from the outside illuminates the front hall and even from behind the door, she catches sight of things she missed when she entered. The way the staircase was rotting. The dust on the broken frames that were somehow still on the wall. 

Jen calls her name. 

Her heart pounds in her chest, regret and hope churning her stomach. This could be a mistake. It could…

“Did you get her?” Nevermind. Jen’s voice is dispassionate and curious. “Did she get inside? Where’s my prize?”

Her lip curls in a snarl at that. Jen moves forward and she takes the chance to close the door behind her former friend. It seems darker than before now that the light is extinguished. 

“John?” she has to ask. “Really? That manwhore?” Jen turns to the sound of her voice but neither of them can see each other. She just knows that she’s still there. “That’s what my life is worth to you?  I die in some gruesome manner so you can live happily ever after with a fuckboy who drops you on the regular?!  You are some piece of work.”

“What are you talking about?” Jen gives a forced laugh. “It was just a joke.” 

“Sure it was.” 

“You honestly thought I’d sacrifice you?” she asks, peering into the shadows by the door.

“I think the thing that was ready to eat me is more believable than you are right now.” 

“Lying does not become you, Jennifer,” the voice of the thing echoes through the dark. “You offered her life in exchange for wealth and the devotion of an unworthy man.”

“I–”

“Just admit it,” she says. 

“It’s not like anyone was going to miss you!” Jen says it quickly, in one breath.

She swallows down the hurt at that. “That doesn’t excuse it!” she snapped back. 

“You know,” the thing calls out. “I should really thank you, for all that you are unaware of the treasure you’ve placed before me.” 

“I gave you a sacrifice,” Jen snaps towards the voice. “Where’s my gift?”

“There’s no sacrifice!” She snarls. “I am not fodder for your garbage happily ever after!”

“Take her!” Jen nearly screams. “You owe me!”

“I owe nothing,” the voice responds. “You, however, owe me a life.” 

“I gave you one!” 

“You owe a human life.” 

Jen screeches at that. 

She watches as Jen turns towards her, reaching out and leaping forwards. She jumps back but there’s nowhere to go, no space to lean out of Jen’s range trying to slash at her with what looks like a kitchen knife. She slams her hand forward, knocking Jen’s shoulder as she tries to shove her back. 

“If he won’t do it, I will! I’ll get what I deserve!” Jen snarls as her fingers grab her hair and she feels a sharp bite along her side and a tug at her shirt as the knife is drawn back to strike again. 

She tries to slam her elbow into Jen’s face but the positioning is awkward. As much trouble as she draws, she’s never really been in a fight before. She’s never had someone trying to kill her. One more shove and she hears the knife clunk onto the floor and skitter away in the dark as one of them kick it in the struggle.

“Help!” She calls out. She knows the thing is watching, can practically taste their eagerness for more bloodshed in the air. She’s not sure whose but she does not intend for it to be hers. 

“Gouge her eyes,” the voice calls out. “Use your teeth!”

That wasn’t a bad idea. She turns, wincing as Jen’s grip pulls her hair harder with the motion, and bites down on her arm. 

Jen screams and lets go. 

She grabs Jen’s hair, repayment of course, only this time she does her best to slam her former friend’s head into the wall. Jen tries to shove her off, but after the first successful hit, the woman is dazed and she does it again and again. 

The anger comes out then. The betrayal and fear and desire to survive all come out as she slams Jen’s head over and over. It’s only when she actually feels blood on her hands that she comes back to herself and let’s go. Jen crumples at her feet.

“Oh my god.” 

There is slow clapping and her attention returns to the figure who moves closer. She can make him out now in the dark. It’s almost as if a light has been turned on somewhere, just enough that she can start to make things out. Maybe it’s just that her eyes have adjusted to the darkness. 

“Beautifully done,” it says. 

“I didn’t–”

“You did.” It crouches down and she can see as it touches the blood that’s pooling around the head. It puts its finger in its mouth. “She’s not dead, yet. Thank you for that.” She’s not sure where he gets the knife from but she watches as he slams it down into Jen’s chest. He twists the blade and she looks away. 

She inhales sharply. “You have your life,” she says. “We’re done.”

“Not yet,” the figure stands up. The dark eyes somehow shine as he grins at her. “We haven’t been formally introduced.” 

“I’m not interested.”

“Not even to know the truth?”

“About what? Her?” She motions to the body on the floor. “I don’t care.” And she doesn’t. Not anymore. She regrets that friendship now. She regrets letting her in.

“About what you are,” it says. “Why you didn’t meet the criteria for the deal.”

She pauses. That’s true. “And what am I?”

“Not human. Not completely.”

“I’m not interested in your games,” she snaps. “Either tell me or open the door and let me leave.” 

“No games. Not with you.” It moves closer, a claw traces down her cheek and she tries not to flinch. “We could have a lot of fun. I could show you…many delights.”

“Are you going to tell me why you spared me or not?” 

“There’s demon in you,” it says. “A rare thing.” 

“Sure there is.” She rolls her eyes. “Can I go?”

It stares at her for a moment before it moves. Suddenly, the place is illuminated. The lights are lit and she is faced with what the thing actually looks like. It looks like a human man aside from the way his clothing seems to be made of the darkness. His hair is as dark as his sharklike eyes. “We can go wherever you want, but first.  Allow me.” He bites his thumb before he reaches down and she hisses as he presses his fingers against the cut on her side. He drags them across the entire cut.

It burns, sharp and cold. She tries to pull back and he releases her, once the pain finally stops. She glares at him. “I didn’t invite you.”

“And yet I have the answers I know you want.”

She stares at it, at him, for a moment. “A demon, huh?”

“You may call me Aleksander.” 

“That’s a human name.”

“Is it? Who knew.”

She snorts at that. “He’s funny too.”

“A good demon has all the best qualities,” he says. He bends down over the body again and inhales sharply. She almost thinks she sees something move, going from one to the other, but he simply licks his lips. He stands and motions towards the door which opens without a touch. “Shall we?” 

She ignores the arm he offers and walks out. He follows and walks next to her. 

“Your anger was wondrous to watch,” he tells her. “Sharp in the best way, but dangerously slow to rise in your own defence.”

She glances at him. Now that he’s out of the house, he looks more human. It’s some sort of disguise but he grins at her as he catches her looking.

“You’ve got a little demon in you,” he says.

“Okay?” It’s still a matter of opinion.

“Would you like a little more demon in you?” 

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#horror prompts #aleksander morozova fic #demon!aleksander #aleksander morozova x oc #the darkling x oc #darkling x oc #grey!oc #dark!fic #though not that dark tbh

[readerinsertsaremyguiltypleasure]

Hiii! Congratulations on your almost 500 followers! What a milestone!

So, without any further ado, I'd want to see what your beautiful words can do with the letter P the and number 13. Maybe a good angst with a fluffy ending, some sort of punch-to the gut argument and the reason was that because the Dadd- I mean the darkling and the reader has been busy and couldn't make time for the reader, and then to make up with the days that he wasn't able to be with the reader, he promised that they'd have dinner but he stood the reader up cause he got caught up with some ‘important business.’ and

Thank you! I actually just hit 500 today 🥳

One angsty ShadowDadd- Darkling fic coming right up (with a happy ending, of course).

P. Almost breaking up. 13. 'What happen to us?'

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‘What are you doing?’

Aleksander’s voice from the bedroom door surprised you, but you didn’t turn around. You just kept on packing.

‘I’m moving back into my old rooms.’

When Aleksander didn’t respond, you finally stopped what you were doing and turned to face him.

He actually looked surprised.

You would have laughed if he hadn’t also looked so heartbroken. What did he expect when you went to bed every night alone? At least when you went to bed alone in your own rooms, it was by design.

The heartbreak and surprise soon turned to anger, however, and Aleksander’s back straightened as he narrowed his eyes at you. ‘Were you even going to tell me?’ he asked. ‘Or were you just going to let me figure it out on my own?’

‘Would you have even noticed?’ you shot back. The shocked look on his face told you it was a direct hit. He may have even taken a little step back.

‘We hardly ever see each other anyway,’ you continued. ‘You’ve always got something more important to do. I bet the only reason you’re here right now is because you need some document or book or something. I highly doubt it's because you wanted to see me. It never is anymore.’ Tears welled in your eyes so you turned around to wipe them away. He didn’t deserve to see you cry.

‘Milaya,’ he said, anger gone as if it were never there. You heard him take a careful step towards you. ‘Do you really think that?’

‘I don’t know what else to think,’ you admitted. ‘What happened to us, Aleksander?’

‘Nothing happened to us,’ he said, desperation tinging his voice. He was right behind you now, and he placed his hands on your shoulders.

You leaned into the touch despite yourself. You had missed it so much.

‘Please don’t leave,’ he whispered. ‘Let me make it up to you. A romantic dinner. Tonight. You and me, right here in our rooms.’

You turned in his arms, and when you saw the hope in his eyes, you made your decision.

‘One chance,’ you said.

Aleksander sagged in relief and leaned in to give you a brief peck on the lips.

‘You won’t regret it.’

***

You did regret it.

The servants had prepared a lovely meal of roast quail and vegetables, and you had set the table with candles and roses yourself, wanting to make it special.

Two hours later, special was far from what you felt.

You hadn’t moved from your seat in all that time, unable to look away from the one opposite you where Aleksander should have been sitting. Tears fell freely down your cheeks, but you didn’t wipe them away.

Why bother when more would replace them?

Suddenly the doors opened, and Aleksander came rushing in, look harried.

Still you did not move.

‘I know I’m late,’ he said, breathless, as if he had been running. ‘Things took longer than expected.’

‘Let me guess,’ you said, voice emotionless. ‘Something important came up.’

‘This was very important,’ he began but you cut him off with a wave of your hand. You finally rose from your seat and headed straight towards the bedroom, intent on continuing your packing from earlier.

A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you, and you spun to face Aleksander, fire in your eyes.

‘I don’t want to hear it,’ you snapped.

‘I’ve promoted Ivan.’

You blinked at the unexpected turn of conversation. ‘That was what was so important?’ you asked, your heart breaking all over again. ‘Promoting one of your underlings.’

‘No,’ said Aleksander as he gently wiped your cheek with his thumb. ‘The important part was the reason why I promoted him.’

The way his words contradicted his actions had you pausing, and he was quick to take advantage of that.

‘He now has the authority to act in my steed when I am otherwise indisposed... regardless of why that might be.’

It didn’t take you long to catch his meaning, and you couldn’t stop the hope from bubbling in your chest.

‘So, if you were to, say, be stuck in bed on a cozy morning…’

He took a step closer to you, leaving mere inches between your bodies. ‘Then Ivan could take care of whatever needed taking care of.’

A slow smile spread across your lips.

‘And if you had plans for a romantic dinner?’

‘Then nothing will keep me away ever again.’

His lips crashed to yours and you brought your free hand up to cup his cheek so you could deepen the kiss.

‘I’m sorry I missed dinner,’ he whispered once he had pulled away.

‘Miss the next one, and there won’t be another,’ you promised, but you lessened the blow with another kiss that had you both moaning.

It had been far too long since you had shared such a moment.

‘Understood,’ he said between smaller kisses that were getting more and more heated.

He started walking you backwards into the bedroom. ‘Now, I believe you mentioned something about going to bed alone. How about we fix that?’

You smiled against his lips.

‘Sounds like a plan to me.’

#the darkling x reader #darkling x reader #darkling prompts #general kirigan x reader #aleksander morozova x reader

[keira63fic]

Canonverse Darklina Prompts

Collection of the Twitter canonverse prompt-fills I've done.

#aleksander morozova #the darkling #alina starkov #darklina #darkling x alina #shadow and bone #the grisha trilogy #grisha trilogy fanfic #my fic #canon verse #prompt fills

[whump-quotes]

"I feared everything there is to fear. It made me strong."

- Shadow and Bone, Netflix

#whump #whumblr #whump prompt #whump quote #writing #visual media #Idk who to use as a source here cause idk if this is also in the books cause I only read the six of crows duo :) #So I'm just going w Netflix #Does anyone care? No #Also for the record the darkling said that. Cringe. We don't like him. Has some good quotes tho ngl

[tumbling-darkling]

Day Two is Alola Legendary and Kalos Legendary!

Can you guess which two Legendaries I combined? Probably haha

Confirmation under the cut!

The Alola Legendary is

LUNALA

And the Kalos Legendary is

XERNEUS

#art #darkling drawtober prompt #drawtober 2022 #drawing #my art #2022 #Pokémon #Pokémon fusion #xerneas #lunala #legendary #legendary Pokémon #grass #ghost #psychic #digital #digital art

[hongjoshuaz]

dark romance is so nasty how can people look at that and be like “yeah that’s what i’m going to romanticize 😍😍😍”

#this was prompted by hatred for the darkling #liking ben barnes is one thing but romanticizing the character he plays is another #i actually never finished shadow and bone but i feel like continuing it now so i think i will after i finish eft #snow.txt #btw this is just my personal opinion if you like it then whatever i guess #i was just getting annoyed because the darkling stans were showing up under a tiktok saying that he was no good

[doomfox]

Eclipse is soon going to hit Wade with I want you to be my dad and of course Shadow is my brother. But I don't want HIM as my brother

Wade had always been a creature of habit. No pun intended. He had his morning routine, a routine that had been interrupted as of late, but one that he apparently couldn't shake.

As such, he now found himself staring into the bathroom mirror, shaving cream lathered over his face and snout.

Wade laughed. "Dumbass..." he began splashing water into his face, removing the cream that he very much did not need to use any more. Soon enough his new red and black colouring showed strong, framing his glassy black eyes and white muzzle. He stared at himself. Monster.

He was never, ever going to be used to this.

Released a resigned sigh, Wade reached now for an electric device he'd bought the previous week and activated it, running it over the elongated claws extending from his fingers.

"What are you doing?"

Wade looked to find a smaller mirror of himself, crouched in the doorway, tail swishing as black and yellow eyes met his. Eclipse cocked his head, scanning between Wade and the device in his hand.

"Trimming these," Wade wiggled his fingers, displaying three long and sharp claws. He might as well have told Eclipse he was cutting off his arm with the face the Darkling made.

"But why??" the alien gasped, ducking away and wrapping his tails around his feet, "you need those! For protection!"

"Buddy, I'm not Freddy Kreuger. I don't want knives for hands." Wade replied, staring sadly at his own. "They're dangerous." He sighed. "I don't want to be dangerous."

Eclipse opened his mouth to respond but watched as Wade's tail went limp, resting against the floor and wrapping around an ankle. He noted the adult's miserable disposition and decided to make himself scarce as Wade went to work at his claws. The Darkling mooched through the house, wondering why the Earthling was so sad. He was a Dark now, a much superior species in every way. Surely that must have been preferable to being a squishy, weak human? Most individuals would never even be considered for such a gift.

Eclipse kept wondering to himself the oddities of his... guardian, reached a closed bedroom door and standing to his feet as he twisted the knob. On the other side he found two hedgehogs, the same size as himself, busy exchanging brand new Pokemon cards.

"Oh, hey Eclipse." Shadow greeted his biological brother, while Silver plain ignored him. Shadow frowned. "What's the matter?"

Eclipse sat cross-legged on the floor. "Nothing..." he said quietly, still puzzled at Wade's behaviour. He looked Shadow in the eyes. "What do you think is wrong with dad?"

...

Silver's world went upside-down. His head snapped to face Eclipse, and he glared at the Darkling, mouth flapping open. "What did you say?"

Eclipse scowled at the hedgehog. "I wasn't talking to you, Silver."

Silver felt an anger he'd never before experienced, flaring hot in his chest. Tears sprung in his eyes and he shrieked, lunging toward the Darkling and punching him square in the face.

Eclipse yelped and fell back, green blood exploding from his snout.

"HE'S NOT! YOUR!! DAD!!!" Silver screamed, voice shrill, angry tears falling from his eyes as he rained his fists down on the Darkling. Eclipse curled up defensively, all five limbs wrapping around himself as he suffered under the blows. Shadow squealed, looking on in horror as Silver beat his brother, the grey hedgehog consumed by anger at the intruder that had invaded his home.

"Stop it!!!"

"I HATE YOU!"

"Silver you're hurting him!!!"

"I WISH YOU WOULD GO AWAY! I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!!!"

The door slammed open and there was a cry of alarm, and suddenly Silver was hoisted off of his feet and held tight in his father's arms, kicking his legs and wailing incoherently. Shadow was instantly at his brother's side, while Wade was all but snarling at the grey hedgehog.

"SILVER!?!?" The adult's teeth were bared, tail whipping like an angry snake, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???"

"I HATE HIM!!!!" Silver shrieked, ember eyes filled with tears as he yelled at his father, "I DON'T WANT HIM HERE!!!"

Wade had to force his lips closed, though he was unable to stop his tail slashing about from anger. "We don't HIT people!!! After last time?? I thought I raised you better than this!!!" The adult whipped around and glared at Shadow. "Is he okay??"

Shadow was kneeled next to his brother, glaring angrily at Silver. The Darkling himself remained curled up, clutching his head and whimpering pathetically. "He just hit him! And he wouldn't stop!"

Wade hissed and turned back to Silver. "S... Silver..." the former human seemed to be having a hard time keeping his composure, not physically threatening but clearly very angry at his son's behaviour. "Go to the kitchen. Now."

Fresh tears sprang in Silver's eyes, the grey hedgehog unable to comprehend the unfairness of it all. "I hate him!" he repeated, quivering in his shoes, "he turned you into a monster and now he's taking you away from me!! You don't even like me any more, you like him more!!!"

"That is NOT true!" Wade hunched, claws biting into his palms as he stared his youngest son down, "now go to the kitchen and WAIT THERE!!!"

Silver's mouth flapped, the grey hedgehog seemingly ready to continue the argument, but the dam finally bust and Silver turned and fled, wailing with tears as he ran away.

Wade watched his son flee, feeling the urge to give chase but knowing he had a hurt child in the room with him right now. He turned to Shadow and Eclipse, lowering himself swiftly to the floor to inspect the injured Darkling. "Hey... hey, let me look..." he gently turned Eclipses' head in his hands, inspecting the Darkling's face. Tears and blood streaked the kid's face and snout, the white flesh of his muzzle completely covered. "oh jeez... let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

...

Wader physically felt like he was going to deflate. He packed Eclipse off to the boys' room, leaned his back against the door of his bedroom, and stared into space.

His composure lasted five seconds before he slumped to the floor and placed his face in his hands. He might have been a monster now, but he was still human enough to cry.

#ask #livingthewritelife things #stillafanofsonic #darkling wade #not exactly the prompt but this is what I got #Poor Wade #He can't do it any more