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b0hemian · 2 years
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"Mrs. Kostyk"
genya safin x david kostyk
fluff
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[ author's note : ] I'm not done with Rule of Wolves yet, but I felt the need to write something between Genya and David because of what... some events brought. I'm still recovering but at least I got a moment with my favorite pirate-prince and dragon queen. Also! Before you read, it does have major spoilers from the King of Scars Duology, so I advise that you read those books first before you proceed. 🤍 ( not edited )
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Genya Safin was a monster, and a beautiful monster she was.
Although it's been months now since the people of Ravka - her beloved Ravkans with their odd ways and nature, have accepted her scars, she still could see the judgement - the fear, and intimidation spread across the occasional face. Most were children and mothers, and some were men who had the tongues of vipers. Ready to pounce at every given moment to whisper a tale or two about the lady with one scarred eye.
Genya's learned to deal with such men, ignore the mumbles of mothers, and forgive the fear of younglings. Genya learned to ignore the fear, the pity, the horrible whispers told under palms. She learned to avert her focus sharply. She learned to stand her ground and pounce back with a bite of her own. After all, what was a fighter without its fight? But even so, even after what she's learned to ignore, what pained her so wasn't the insults directed to her scars or her features or even the given pity of her past, but the memories and the grief that came along with every reminder. Every flash of sadness and momentary smile of condolence given to Genya only reminded her of what she faced. She remembered the ache of her bones and the willingness to fall on her knees, to let herself buckle and dissolve on the soil with her very tears. Oh how many people Ravka's lost. How many children, mothers, fathers, siblings, aunts, uncles, grandparents, soldiers, and friends died to the fold's demolition. But most importantly, what Genya Safin herself lost before it, during it, and after.
"Love, your tea's getting cold."
David Kostyk. The man of pure science and ingenuity rather than faith. A man of silence and little appetite for talk. Little appetite for anything if it meant being able to tinker with his projects and create solutions from problems that stand solution-less. The man of her dream. A man worth her fight and the kingdom's combined. A love for him worth every lifetime and beyond.
Genya smiled with her chin rested against her palm. David, shaking his head to himself as he dropped his pen on his table. He picked up the teacup with shaky ink stained hands and drank heavily.
"Thank you."
"Please drink more often, love. I cannot stand you dehydrated." Genya, smiling beautifully as always, stood and sat herself at the arm of David's sear. Her arm rested against his shoulders as the other held his wrist. Her thumb soothing his exposed skin.
On the off times that he didn't wear his kefka, he wore clothes Genya made sure David was comfortable in, knowing his habits to stay up late at night. This time, he wore a sweater of royal blue. The sleeves tucked to his elbows.
Genya leaned down and kissed David's brow. The soft crackle of fire eminent in the silence.
"Perhaps.. I should rest. I understand the Darkling is set amok, but.."
"But you need the rest. You need it more than any of us David." You've worked harder than any soldier I've known. Both in your guilted heart and beautiful mind.
David sighed strongly and nodded. Genya knew how hard it was for him to stop. Not just because of his powerful interest in the science or the fact that all of Ravka was at the brink of possible collapse, but the guilt she knew that rang true in his heart. He created monstrous contraptions when he wanted to make wonders. He forged fear in the past in a way he was oblivious to with the Darkling as his advisor, and now that he had the chance to forge hope, he was willing to take that chance in a single heartbeat.
But even those who stayed behind the lines working, forging the keys of triumph needed the rest of those who fought in blood and bone.
"Would a little nap be fine with you?" David, with his shy voice, asked.
Genya kissed his brow again. "We could sleep for a million years and I would never mind a second if it means to rest alongside you."
David winced. He knew she meant well but any mention of a long rest wasn't truly ideal at a time like this, no? When war raged among their boarders and innocent people died, a long rest was the last thing a man would want. But even so, if Genya was the one who said such beautiful words as those, it gave him at least that sense of home. No matter where she is, in whatever bed we lay in at the end, I'll be there to lie next to her.
David stood and wrapped his hands upon Genya's. "Lets go then, Mrs. Kostyk?"
Genya beamed. Oh how much she loved the flattery. This time, David didn't need a nudge to compliment her. Saints, it wasn't even a compliment. It was a name. A name reserved for her from him.
"Remind me to give you a thousand kisses once we reached out room."
"And how will you like that reminder, love?"
Genya beamed brighter somehow and loved this playful difference. It was subtle and his voice was still factual and well.. David-like, but it was perfect. Enough. He didn't have to even act this was for Genya to love every syllable that left his beautiful lips.
As Genya giggled after her response, David pulled her in for a kiss. And for a moment, not even Grisha powers or the small science or facts and evidence could explain the way both their hearts soared from their bodies. Binding together in a beautiful whole marvel.
Geyna lost many people the day the fold had fallen. She had even lost a part of herself she can never get back. But what came from it was something she knew she would fight the fold and its creator for over and over again just to have.
Genya Safin has her friends. She had her home and damn well she was gonna fight for it. But lost importantly right now, in the greed of her heart during war, was that she had David Kostyk.
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babydarkstar · 3 months
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honestly no wonder harrow forced ianthe to lobotomize her so she could save gideon. listen…LISTEN…if i was a secret-war-crime cult nunlet princess worshipped by my entire planet and the only person that (barely) kept me in check was my childhood nemesis—a butch a year older than me, towering over me in stature and physical prowess, and so hot it made my teeth hurt from how hard my jaw clenched in her presence, who wielded a two-handed seven-foot sword and had irritatingly huge biceps and told very lewd stupid jokes and also learned how to wield an entirely new weapon and be my bodyguard with startling accuracy in three months—only to have us finally learn to trust each other because we got invited to a magic murder mystery and then before the bubble burst i spilled the worst secret about myself that i was born because my parents murdered an entire generation and tried to Kill Her along with them and she just wouldnt die, and i told her this expecting a swift death i believed i deserved, only for her to fucking cradle me in her big butch arms and kiss me on my forehead with her soft butch mouth and just. forgive me for a shameful weight ive carried my entire life and then MAKE AN ACTUAL NECRO/CAV VOW with me despite every evil thing i have done to her……to have her tell me, in the end, bleeding and broken after putting up the most beautiful and glorious fight of her life, that she understands purpose and she understands duty and she knows loyalty more fiercely than ever now, that she knows who she is to me, that there is no her without me….to have her backed into a corner and make the ultimate sacrifice…..for me…..to recite scriptural wedding vows of eternity to me in her last wisps of soul-consciousness…..if i thought there was even a snowflake’s chance in the pyre that i could save her by turning myself into her very own locked tomb, i’d be begging ianthe tridentweirdius to crack my skull open and turn me to mush too, goddamn. i understand you harrowhark girl you don’t have to explain a thing to me. god said you couldn’t undo the lyctor’s bond bc it’d kill you. you told god and his angels that not even a lyctor’s bond could outshine the power of female spite and lesbianism and they didn’t listen. they didn’t believe you. but i heard you loud and clear and i was 17 and hormonal and hopelessly romantic not too long ago unlike those fucking dinosaurs and i’m saying it’s valid it’s what i would have done and really everyone should be thanking you for not being worse and more wretched about it, all things considered
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yes & no by Natalie Wee | Trigun Ultimate Overhaul
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prodigal son.
a sort of epilogue for God of War Ragnarok, since I miss these two so much.
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CHILAIOS NATION WHERE ART THOU
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So, I heard it was Holloweane Week?
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The way I see it- their roles may have been swapped, but their dynamic? Exactly the same.
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ISAT & Dungeon Meshi swap!
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I never had any issues with the character renders for Remake but the new ones for Rebirth look so much better it's insane
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HAPPILY PHOREVERAFTER 💗
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life mission!disaster twins cuddles!! 🥰✨️ look at them! the sillies! oh they have trauma-
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i rediscovered @nicktoonsunite and @choraa ‘s art like wowie did they inspire me to dip my toes into NUverse??
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