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hqamore · 3 years

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boreal star ✵ chapter six

now, he’s pissed off. general kirigan was going to get his sun summoner and blast all of ravka to hell. he was so close to reaching his goals and no one was going to stop him.

chapter genre: action

series pairing: [past?] aleksander morozova (general kirigan) x reader

word count: 2.2k

author’s babble: surprise! so soon? i know. i cranked this chapter because i finally decided how this series would end. enjoy and tell me your thoughts!

here’s the masterlist

three days, you and mal agreed on. you procrastinated for the first two. well, not really procrastinated. you purchased some food and extra layers in balakirev the first day. the second day, you made your way to ryevost. to your misfortune, you were almost caught by aleksander and his merry band of misfits. but, his attention was stolen by teenagers? it was certainly entertaining to see the grisha get outwitted by the bunch.

you waited until you couldn’t detect them anymore. swiftly and careful to hide your face, you made your way to tsibeya on the third day. by high noon, the white forest greeted you with light snowfall. about 5km in, two huddled teens came into view. the crisp sounds of your steps alerted them, their eyes darting to you.

“[y/n]?” alina stepped in front of mal in a defensive position, light drawn at the ready. you surrendered your hands as mal lightly pushed away hers.

“alina, i told you they were coming,” he said.

with some reluctance, the sun summoner lowered her hands and eyed her. “why would baghra send you? you arrived at the palace the same time as i did.”

you smiled, ignoring her question, and strode past them, only pausing for them to follow. mal slung his sack over his shoulder and gave alina’s hand a light squeeze before jogging ahead of you. “i’ll look out for the stag. but, it’d be better for all of us if you answered her questions,” he whispered. “she’s naturally curious and very stubborn.”

you sighed and slowed your pace, matching your strides with alina’s. “baghra and i have a mutual understanding, one that precedes the importance of the second army,” you said.

alina glanced at you warily. “which is?”

“the black heretic cannot gain any more power.”

her lips pursed. “but, you arrived at the same time i did,” she quipped, “and i still can’t do much.”

you offered a dry chuckle. “i guess i picked it up that much faster.”

silence fell between you two, the crunching snow and distance chirps of birds filling the air. you took this opportunity to take in alina’s appearance. she wore ill-fitted clothing that couldn’t have been providing any warmth. her profile was worn, sunken eyes accompanied by an angry blush from the cool temperature. you shrugged your coat off, leaving you in your kefta, and draped it over her shoulders. she looked at you in surprise which made you smile softly.

with this small bridge, you spoke. “it must’ve been difficult escaping the palace without help.”

alina sheepishly smiled as she tugged the coat on, shuddering in the extra warmth. “not really. i just snuck into the trunk of a carriage and waited until it stopped.”

“you snuck into a stranger’s carriage?” you raised in an eyebrow, mirth evident in your eyes.

“not my best idea, but i’m safe now!”

you laughed at her embarrassed look, causing mal to look back. you saw as his lips quirked when his eyes met alina’s blushing face. warmth spread in your heart as you witnessed his loving gaze, almost feeling as if you were intruding on a secret conversation. you peered at alina who just returned mal’s stare with a blinding smile native only to one alina starkov. you envied their relationship, wordlessly intimate and completely trusting. sadness stirred at the bottom of your heart, memories of hushed giggles and longing gazes bubbling.

all lies, it was.

—

the sun was setting and, luckily, the three of you had already arrived where mal had last seen the stag. mal said he doubted that the stag moved on, leaving you guys to wait around.

brushing some snow off of a log, you sat and hugged your knees closer to conserve some warmth. alina and mal joined you, leaning into each other to share their body heat.

“when we find the stag, i need to be the one to kill it,” alina grimly stated.

mal looked down at her. “you’re a terrible shot. they made you a cartographer for a reason.”

you snickered as alina feigned offense and mal grinned unapologetically. “besides, i thought we weren’t killing it,” the tracker said, glancing at you. alina’s forehead scrunched in confusion when she turned to you.

a puff of fog appeared as you let out a sigh. “we’re not. unless absolutely necessary.”

“if we don’t, kiri—”

“i have a plan, alina,” you interrupted. “all we need to do is guide the stag away. with a combination of your abilities and mine, it’ll be fairly easy.”

“that won’t stop him from finding it,” alina protested.

you gently placed a hand on alina’s head. “that’s why, once we get it out of fjerdan territory, i’m taking it to the wandering isle. the distance will prevent aleksander from coming for it personally and give me more time to work out a permanent solution.”

she stayed silent for a moment, mulling over your plan, before she frowned. “aleksander.”

your head tilted questioningly when her body faced you, a serious look on her face. “how do you know his name?” she asked.

sucking in a deep breath, you realized you had relaxed too soon. her sharp eyes trained on you as you rubbed your face. mal remained confused, leaning forward to observe the two of you.

“it’s difficult not to know the name of your warden,” you replied.

“warden?”

you debated whether or not to tell alina the complete truth, but you threw caution into the wind and exhaled. “my arrival at the palace was not the first time i had been there. some time ago, i actually called that place home. but, one day, i woke up from the false reality and escaped from the place that was, retrospectively, my prison.”

too intelligent, alina connected the dots in record time. “you’re the lover the servants talked about,” she said breathily. “the person baghra thought would change him.”

a bitter smile danced on your lips. “i’m not sure if he loved me as i did him, but i would’ve hung the stars if he asked me to.”

alina clasped your hand in hers, offering a weak smile. you returned it before continuing. “i met him about four-hundred years ago, when he was hiding from the crown. i was young and enchanted. i believed in everything he wanted for grisha and became his willing accomplice.

“when he returned to the palace, i followed. when he locked me in my room, i complied. as naive as i was, i was in love,” you paused to glance at the pair in front of you, reminded of their small moments that paralleled your memories.

“i was in love...” you trailed, staring at your lap as your chest panged dully. you shook yourself out of your daze and cleared your throat. “no matter, i saw him for the crazed tyrant he was and, when i found out you had been discovered, i returned to thwart his plans.”

faint rustling drew mal’s attention away, the tracker slowly stepping towards the source. alina’s eyes followed him as did yours. after a few seconds, he turned. “that way.”

like meerkats, you and alina shot up and crept beside mal. his eyes darted around the clearing you were approaching and, there in all its glory, was the stag. the three of you stopped at a safe distance when it turned to look in your direction.

you started laying out the plan. “okay. alina, you need to—”

“wait,” alina said, stepping forward, with her eyes trained on the stag. “i— i’ve been seeing it in these visions ever since i arrived at the palace. i don’t know why, but i think it’s been trying to reach out to me.”

then, the stag walked towards alina who took several more steps. she gingerly reached her hand out and the stag met her with its snout. light erupted from them and alina let out soft laughs, basking in the warmth of the light. you softly gasped at the sight. it chose—

suddenly, an arrow shot the stag, causing it to lurch away from alina in pain. she tumbled backwards as people rushed in from all sides. mal raised his gun and shot at the bowman, knocking him down. he swiftly notched an arrow in his bow, prepared to shoot the stag, when a strong wind forced it out of his hand. you turned and was faced with a familiar-looking squaller. you loosened gravity’s hold on her and forced her to float. when you were about to fling her away, a grunt sounded behind you.

“mal!”

your focus disappeared; you pivoted to see mal embedded with an arrow, effectively dropping zoya and incapacitating her. you went to help him when an intense pressure hit your chest, your heart beating erratically. it forced you onto your knees next to mal. your heart was pounding in your ear before it stopped.

bright flashes threw off the heartrender and bowman. you greedily breathed in air as alina darted to mal. you could hear the snap of the arrow followed by mal’s agonizing scream. glancing up, your vision slightly blurred, you saw shadows gathering behind you. at the sound of a billowing cloak, you rushed to create a gravitational downforce around you, not allowing anyone to move. you slowly stood up, facing aleksander with a glare.

he let out a haughty laugh. “i should’ve known you would be with her.”

“alina, i need you to get to the stag,” you commanded.

“but, mal! he’s— he’s dying!”

you glanced behind you to see her applying pressure on his wounds. thoughts raced in your mind before settling on one solution. “i promise you he won’t so long as you follow my instructions.”

desperation evident in her eyes, alina could only nod.

“get to the stag and shield us on my count.”

you inhaled deeply. “3, 2, 1!”

alina ran for the stag and created a barrier. you dove under it before it separated you from the others. outside of it, aleksander found himself free to move. creeping closer, he called out. “you can’t save them, alina. you may have the power of light but not the power to heal.”

alina’s resolve wavered as her eyes flicker to mal. “don’t listen to him, alina! i promised you, didn’t i?” you reassured.

alina bit her lip as she kept up the barrier. you made mal float and pulled him closer to the stag. you gently set him down and reached for the stag. it groaned and flailed in protest.

“i know i’m not your chosen, but please. i must heal him and then i can heal you,” you whispered.

the stag quieted and allowed you to touch it. with one hand on the stag, you hovered the other near mal’s wound.

“i’m sorry, mal, but this is gonna hurt like hell.”

you manipulated time on his body. blood slowly returned to the wound whilst the arrow pieced itself together, ripping itself out of him afterwards. mal let out a painful howl before the wound stitches itself back together, like no arrow had been there in the first place. as he recovered, you quickly moved around to the other side of the stag.

“i see you’ve been busy,” aleksander said sharply.

rage gathered in the pit of your stomach when you shot a glare at aleksander. “and you’ve been a complete fool. after all this time, you still can’t get it through your thick skull that morozova’s amplifiers have to choose you,” you spat.

you returned your attention to the stag’s wound. you murmured an apology before you worked on it. it whined through the pain but stilled once you finished. your hands trembled as you shakily pushed yourself off the ground. the stag stirred and stood on its legs, causing alina to follow in suit. you ran your hand through its fur and whispered. “just once more, friend.”

as if it reads your mind, it knelt before alina. you looked at her, mal now standing beside her.

“you two, get on.”

alina gave you a bewildered look. you returned it with a pleading one. without protest, she and mal both mounted the stag. then, it rose, looking towards you. you leaned your forehead against its snout. “take them far from here.”

you stepped to the side and took alina’s hand. “now, i only have so much energy left to keep them here. so, ride fast.”

“what? you’re not coming with us?” alina’s jaw dropped.

you offered her a melancholic smile. “please, if i have to witness anymore of your loving gazes, i’ll become a bitter spinster,” you teased before growing serious. “alina, keep the shield up until you’ve left fjerdan territory. only make it as big as it has to be. mal, you’re going to have to make sure she doesn’t fall off.”

you let go of her hand and gave mal a nod. inching away from them, you approached the center of the field, barely covered by alina’s light. you glanced back and jerked your head, signaling them to leave. you immobilized aleksander and his men once more, allowing alina and mal to slip through and disappear into the winter night. despite your raging headache, you kept your focus until you couldn’t see the light. you collapsed, the snow cushioning your fall. your vision blurred as you heard footsteps approach you.

“we’ll find them eventually.”

you squinted at your former lover. “no, i don’t think you will, aleks.”

aleksander crouched down and whispered in your ear. “i should kill you where you lay.”

“be my guest. you are well within your rights, general kirigan,” you taunted.

he sneered. “out of respect for our past, i won’t. but, you will be my prisoner.”

“what’s new?” you asked before promptly passing out.

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author’s babble pt.2: ohoho! can you believe they did that? now, you may be wondering why [y/n] is able to manipulate time. it has to do with spacetime being 4 dimensional and the complexity that comes with the concept of gravity. a bit wibbly wobbly timey wimey (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

continue to chapter seven? yes

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jomiddlemarch · 3 years

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wherever you are is my home

When her only choice seemed to be remaining at Keramzin Academy for Young Ladies as Headmistress Kuya’s most junior and ill-paid teacher for the rest of her days, Alina Starkova took her fate in her two small hands and placed an advertisement in the paper. Governess seeking a position, educated at Keramzin Academy for Young Ladies, expert in Ravkan, Zemeni, sewing and drawing. Her Zemeni was a bit old-fashioned, acquired from Yelena in the kitchens as Alina had shelled peas and churned butter, but it seemed the finest families liked their daughters to be taught a second language and what little Shu she recalled was not likely to improve her prospects. She wrote the advertisement in secret, her feelings a maelstrom of hope, anticipation, and dread, which she concealed beneath her usual prim expression. When she received no reply after several weeks, she began to resign herself to remaining at the school, a drab little person becoming more drab and dull with every passing year, fading away so subtly that none would miss her when she was called to her final home.

And then on a Thursday just before Sankt Grigori’s Nativity, a letter arrived in the post addressed to Miss Alina Starkova, Keramzin Academy for Young Ladies, in a firm, unadorned hand, the ink richly dark against the expensive paper.

The offer was to be the governess of one young girl, a Maria Alexandrovna, the ward of General Kirigan, whose dasha was located in the wilds of Tsibeya, a place called Dark Thorn, managed by a housekeeper named Baghra Ilynichna. The compensation was reasonable and the work sounded very manageable, one girl instead of the classes of twenty that Alina was expected to teach, though perhaps Maria Alexandrovna would be a spoiled, coddled miss accustomed to getting her own way. No other opportunities were forthcoming, other than remaining in her current situation, so Alina sat down the same day, wrote a note of acceptance and waited to be sent further instructions.

They came by the next post and were simple enough. She was told which coach to take on what date, informed she would be met at the crossroads nearest Dark Thorn and taken the rest of the way by the Kirigan carriage. She told the headmistress who reacted almost not at all, packed up her carpetbag, which took little enough time, and brushed her cloak. She did her best to tidy up her best bonnet, a cast-off she’d ornamented with a little rosette of blue ribbon Yelena had once given her after she’d noticed Alina gazing at a cluster of blue irises by the kitchen door. She left without any farewell other than a nod from Headmistress Kuya and Yelena squeezing her hand; she knew she could never return.

The journey was long but uneventful. She was crammed into a corner of the public coach when it was crowded and was able to look out the small window when it emptied out; the closer they got to Tsibeya, the less there was to see other than sere fields and dense forest but she still imagined how she might render the scene with her paint-box. She was met late in the evening and barely registered the change of carriage, except that the Kirigan carriage was far more elegant and didn’t smell of garlic or spilt kvas. She was quickly bundled into a bedchamber by Madame Ilynichna and fell fast asleep in the widest, downiest bed she’d ever seen.

She woke to the clear light of a northern morning and found the room was plainly but serviceably appointed, the furniture of an older vintage but well-made, the draperies embroidered simply, a chest and wardrobe and writing table all polished and smelling of beeswax. She hung her few dresses in the wardrobe and put the rest of her things into the chests, each drawer of which held a sachet of pine needles and chamomile. She brushed and braided her hair then dressed, adding her woolen shawl around her shoulders, crossed and belted at her waist and went downstairs to meet her charge.

Maria Alexandrovna was a slight girl of eight with glossy brown ringlets carefully arranged by her Osaltan maid Genya and a linen pinafore over her blue silk dress and lace-trimmed pantalets. She was eager to make the acquaintance of her new governess and prattled on merrily about her wish for a pair of matching gold bracelets, a white kitten with a blue ribbon, a cunning pair of kid boots until Madame Ilynichna told her to hush and let Alina Starkova finish her tea in peace. Alina saw Maria’s eyes fall and coaxed the child to come closer, explaining that they would begin the morning sketching and then read a fairy story together, which so transported the girl that she sat down and ate her bowl of mannya kasha and jam without making another peep. The housekeeper nodded at Alina, who felt the beginning of something that might have been happiness.

The days tripped along, one after another, as like as the pearl beads of Maria Alexandrovna’s favorite necklace, a gift from her guardian, the absent General Kirigan. His visits to Dark Thorn were infrequent, Alina learned, and she couldn’t find it in herself to mind; the world of Dark Thorn, the staff and the housekeeper, silly little Mashka and her doting maid, was a small one, but Alina was well-treated, admired for her abilities and looked after as she never had been at Keramzin. The meals were wholesome and ample and the fires burned in the stoves keeping everyone warm. There was a woman employed to do the laundry named Tamar Bataar, an odd woman who had a loud laugh and drank airag instead of tea, but she rarely answered questions and Alina learned to keep her curiosity to herself. When the simple conversation grew too tedious, Alina took herself out for a walk, on the grounds of Dark Thorn, and then down a lane that was noted for wild roses in summer, nuts and berries in the autumn.

It was a chill winter day when she went out at three o’clock, walking until she’d tired herself a little and found a stile to linger on as the day waned. The dusk was filled suddenly with the din of a great stallion on the causeway, making Alina think of the tales she’d heard at Keramzin of Psoglav. On the horse’s back was a rider, which broke the spell, and they rode on past Alina but after a few moments, she heard an exclamation Kurva, what am I to do? and a clattering tumble which caught her attention. Man and horse were down, they had slipped on a slick patch of the road, and Alina hurried to render what aid she might offer. The traveler, a tall, dark haired man in a voluminous black cape, was struggling vigorously to free himself, so she thought him not much hurt but she asked him the question—

“Are you injured, sir?”

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korolteney · 4 years

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❛ thank you for finding me ❜

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 & 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

@korezni // accepting!!

Eyes were momentarily shifted to the direction of the young prince as if he was skeptical of whether or not he should accept his gratitude. Aleksander was overly annoyed when he was ordered by the King to retrieve his son. The boy was known to mingle himself to mischief ever since a tender age, a habit that appeared to worsen ever since he enlisted in the infantry ( a bold choice for those who possessed royal blood). Thus, his path led him to Tsibeya and the snowed forest near the permafrost, an officially anointed nanny whose mission was to fetch back this lost royal pup. How ludicrous. “ These are no safe grounds for a prince to wander alone. I trust you are aware Fjerda is not far away from where we are, ” he responded while holding the boy’s gaze as they slowly led their horses through the frozen pathways. “ You are a clever boy, Lantsov. You do not wish to be baby-sat and I was never a good baby-sitter, to begin with. ”

#korezni #➸ you called to me and I answered —— ⊰ letters ⊱

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jomiddlemarch · 3 years

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when there is nothing left to take away

Chapter 9

“Tell me a story,” Alina said. She was allowed to say things like that now, to make demands and ask questions without seeking permission. She was allowed to come to his quarters when she had trouble falling asleep and be beckoned in, to sit on the low, squashy couch in front of the gas-fireplace inset in the old ceramic tile stove and lay her head on his shoulder or even in his lap, to let him run his fingers through her hair, and look at the blue flames and listen to his low voice when he answered.

“What kind of story, Alinochka?”

“What kind of stories do you know?” she asked. Who else knew this Aleksander, who could sit quietly and watch the fire, who could be patient with silly questions and impatient about the bobby pins that she used to secure her bun, who would lift her palm to his lips for a kiss but hadn’t tried to kiss her anywhere else. He could be a dreamer, he was a dreamer who’d learned not to let anyone know and she did.

“I know some true stories and more that aren’t,” he said.

“What about when you were a little boy?” she asked.

“Saints, you make me sound ancient,” he laughed, a warm, sweet sound, a glass of sbiten’ on a very cold night.

“Compared to me, sometimes you feel ancient,” she said.

“That’s just because I wouldn’t eat that candy, those sour, sugary snakes,” he argued.

“They were worms and that’s not why,” she said. “But I’d still like to hear a story. It doesn’t have to be about when you were small.”

“Yes, it does,” he said. “Because that’s what you asked for and you hardly ever ask for anything.”

“You don’t get disappointed that way,” she said softly.

“Milaya—”

“When you were a little boy,” she interrupted.

“When I was a little boy,” he repeated, slowly enough she knew he was thinking of a specific memory, trying to bring back the scent of a room, the color of the light, the sound a door made, shutting. “When I was a little boy, we lived in the city, my mother and I, my father left when I was a baby or he died, I don’t know, but every summer we went to Tsibeya.”

“What was Tsibeya?” Alina asked.

“Tsibeya is my mother’s family home. Tsibeya was paradise, a great sprawling place up north with forests and lakes and all the sorts of nooks and crannies a little boy would love, would make a kingdom of.”

“It sounds wonderful. Perfect.”

“It was. It is. It’s only—”

“It’s only doesn’t sound like it was perfect,” Alina said.

“It depends. You see, when I was a little boy, I discovered Tsibeya was haunted.”

“Haunted? You can’t mean that,” Alina said, looking away from the fire and into his eyes where some curious emotion flickered.

“Oh, but I do,” he said. “I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. It’s Tsibeya and ghosts don’t care if you don’t believe in them.”

“And you do?”

“I believe in the ghosts of Tsibeya, anyway,” Aleksander said without any of his usual dry humor or subtle warmth. Something open had closed in him as he spoke and Alina didn’t like it, not one bit. She was allowed not to like things like that, so she reached over and touched his bearded cheek lightly, watching for the change in his eyes, a softening of his lips. When she saw what she wanted, she asked the necessary question.

“Why?”

She was startled when instead of answering her, he stood up and pulled her up with him; being startled was how she explained two people who made their living being graceful stumbling into each other so that he had to catch her around the waist to keep them both steady. He had held her closer when they danced, but it had never felt as it did now, intimate. Familiar, in a way it had no reason to be. His lips were at the crown of her head when he murmured,

“What you do to me, Alina—” and then drew back, dropping the hand at her waist to take hers. “We need something to drink if I’m going to have any chance of explaining this.”

“Vodka? I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said.

“Me neither,” he smiled. “I’m going to make a pot of tea.”

“You can never leave your cup of tea at Tsibeya,” he said as Alina took the first sip from her own. He had a tea-set of the most exquisitely painted china, vines curling around the delicate handle, tiny butterflies with wings painted gold fluttering among the blossoms. “You can never be sure it will be where you left it. Or whether there will be a single drop for you to drink.”

“But couldn’t that only be the staff? I’m guessing there were, are servants there, it sounds like there would be,” Alina said. Her knowledge of the upper classes was based exclusively on TV shows, not that she’d watched all that many, but the way Aleksander described Tsibeya, it seemed impossible that it was run without a housekeeper, cook, maid, gardener and chauffeur at the very least. Whether they wore actual uniforms was a crap-shoot.

“It’s not just that, though I’m sure Mrs. Morrow would appreciate your faith in her diligence,” he said.

“Well, what is it?” she asked. He sipped from his cup and watching him swallow was more unsettling than any talk of ghosts or haunting.

“There are reflections in the mirrors which shouldn’t be there,” he said. “There is someone singing in the east wing whenever it rains. There is something in the eyes of the staff, as if they see what you don’t. There are shadows, Alina, and they are not all terrible.”

“Not all?” she said. He’d said nothing that couldn’t be explained by the vivid imagination of a lonely child, something she knew well, but there was something in his tone that defied her. He sounded tired and worried. He thought she would leave.

“You know how people make shadow animals on the wall for children, to entertain them? Sometimes, it was like that, except they were never any animal I had a name for, but I knew they were creatures,” he said.

“You were a little boy,” she said. “Children can make something from nothing.”

“You must I’m crazy,” he said, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. “I don’t blame you, Alina. I know how this sounds but if you went there, I think you’d understand. After all, what you can do in the third act of Coppélia seems impossible until it’s done.”

“You flatter me,” she said.

“No, I’m telling the truth. About all of it,” he said.

“So, when will you take me there?” Alina asked.

“To Tsibeya? Sankta Pavlova, never,” he said.

“Not now, then,” she said, getting up from the table and taking their teacups to the draining board in his small kitchen. He followed her over, standing near enough to sweep her into an arabesque if they were in the practice studio. She’d come for a story and she’d gotten one; she’d come for Aleksander and she gotten him as well, some hidden part he had not trusted anyone with in a very long time, if he ever had.

“Never,” he repeated.

“Never is a very long time,” she said, reaching up, almost as if she were going on pointe, taking his face in her hands and kissing him gently but for long enough he could not mistake her intent. Her affection. Her desire. He tasted of the tea and the honey he’d stirred in his cup and something else, something she couldn’t name but wanted very much.

“Not many people surprise me, Alina,” he said, a little shaky. She felt a surge of power—she’d made Aleksander Kirigan tremble.

“Then this must be a pleasant change,” she replied and he laughed.

“Very pleasant. Welcome—but not owed,” he said.

“I know. You’ll tell me when, about Tsibeya. I’ll have to check with my artistic director, he can be a stickler about time off, but I’ll make sure I’m free,” she said.

“I said never.” It was the third time. Perhaps he thought they were in a fairy tale, that telling her three times would set some spell upon her.

“I know. And I know how many other stories you could have told me tonight, but you chose Tsibeya. It’s all right, it isn’t the time now,” she said. “Later. Later will be soon enough.”

#shadow and bone #darklina #ballet au #modern au #alina starkov #aleksander morozova #backstory #tsibeya #romance #a little gothic #alina x aleksander #fanfic #darklinafic #darklinadaily

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acourtofcouture · 4 years

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Grishaverse Masterlist

Characters

Aditi Hilli- 1

Alina Starkov at the Winter Fête- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Alina Starkov, the Sun Summoner- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Alina Starkov, the Sun Summoner and the Saint- 1

Baghra Morozova- 1, 2

Genya Safin, Member of the Grisha Triumvirate- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Genya Safin, the Queen’s Tailor- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Ilya Morozova- 1

Inej Ghafa, the Wraith- 1, 2, 3, 4

Jesper Fahey, Sharpshooter for the Dregs- 1, 2, 3, 4

Jesper Fahey & Wylan Van Eck // Jesper Fahey & Kuwei Yul-Bo- 1

Kaz “Dirtyhands” Brekker- 1, 2, 3, 4

Malyen Oretsev, Ravka’s Best Tracker- 1

Matthias Helvar- 1, 2

Nadia & Marie- 1, 2

Nadia Zhabin, Head Squaller Inventor of King Nikolai’s Nolniki- 1, 2

Nikolai Lantsov, King of Ravka- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Nikolai Lantsov, Prince of Ravka- 1, 2

Nina Zenik- 1, 2, 3

Sankta Alina- 1, 2, 3

Sankta Lizabeta of the Roses- 1, 2

Sturmhond, Privateer and Commander of the Volkvolny- 1, 2

Tamar Kir-Bataar, Captain of King Nikolai’s Personal Guard- 1

The Darkling- 1, 2, 3, 4

The Grisha Triumvirate: Zoya Nazyalensky and Genya Safin- 1, 2, 3, 4

The Lynx of the Menagerie- 1, 2

Wylan Van Eck, Demolition Expert for the Dregs- 1, 2

Zoya, Commander Nazyalensky- 1, 2, 3

Zoya Nazyalensky- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

The Grisha

Corporalki: the Order of the Living and the Dead- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Etherealki: the Order of Summoners- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Etherealki, the Order of Summoners: Inferni- 1

Etherealki, the Order of Summoners: Shadow Summoners-1

Etherealki, the Order of Summoners: Squallers- 1

Etherealki, the Order of Summoners: Tidemakers- 1

Materialki: the Order of Fabrikators- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

The Three Orders of Grisha- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Grishaverse Couples & Weddings

Alina Starkov + the Darkling

Alina’s Engagement Ring- 1

Alina’s Wedding Dress- 1

Alina and the Darkling’s Wedding Rings- 1

Genya Safin + David Kostyk- 1

Genya’s Engagement Ring- 1

Genya’s Wedding Dress- 1

Jesper Fahey + Wylan Van Eck- 1

Nadia Zhabin + Tamar Kir-Bataar

Nadia and Tamar’s Wedding Rings- 1

Nikolai Lantsov + Zoya Nazyalensky

Zoya’s Bridal Diadem- 1

Zoya’s Engagement Ring- 1

Zoya’s Wedding Dress- 1, 2

Zoya Nazyalensky, Queen of Ravka- 1

An Insider’s Guide to the Grishaverse

Alina & Mal’s Meadow- 1

Alina’s Childhood Home in Dva Stolba- 1

Alina’s Gold Sankta Robes- 1

Alina’s Room at the Little Palace- 1

Black Veil Island in Ketterdam- 1

Dva Stolba- 1

Geldrenner Hotel in Ketterdam- 1

Genya Safin’s Room at the Little Palace- 1

Ketterdam, the Capital of Kerch- 1

Ketterdam University- 1

Lazlayon, the Gilded Bog- 1, 2

Map of the Ice Court in Djerholm, the Capital of Fjerda- 1

Map of Ketterdam, the Capital of Kerch- 1

Map of the Six Nations of the Grishaverse- 1

Morozova’s Collar- 1

Os Alta, Capital of Ravka- 1

Prince Nikolai’s Wing of the Grand Palace- 1

Ravka’s Aurora Borealis- 1

The Bone Road- 1

The Cera Huo, “the Firefalls”- 1

The Crown Jewels of Ravka- 1, 2

The Darkling’s Rooms at the Little Palace- 1

The Istorri Sankt’ya- 1, 2

The Grand Palace- 1, 2

The Grand Palace Conservatory- 1

The Hideout of the Darklings- 1

The Hunt for the Sea Whip- 1

The Lantsov Emerald- 1

The Little Palace- 1, 2

The Monastery of Sankt Demyan of the Rime- 1

The Orphanage at Keramzin- 1

The Ruins of Dva Stolba- 1

The Ruins of Novokribirsk, the Lost City- 1

The Sankt Palace in the Shadow Fold- 1

The Shrine to Sankta Alina of the Fold in Os Alta- 1

The Shrine to Sankta Lizabeta of the Roses in Os Alta- 1

The Stadhall in the Government District of Ketterdam- 1

The Van Eck Mansion- 1

The World Famous Ketterdam Fog- 1

Tsibeya Forest, Home of Morozova’s Stag- 1

Trassel, the Wolf Companion of the Drüskelle Matthias Helvar- 1

Volkvolny, the Flagship of Sturmhond’s Fleet- 1

Winter in Os Alta- 1

Zoya Nazyalensky’s Room at the Little Palace- 1

The Grishaverse x Iconic Runway Collections

Elie Saab Fall 2017- 1

Rayane Bacha “Wishful Wanderer” S/S 2019- 1

Modern AU x the Grishaverse

Genya Safin- 1

Inej Ghafa- 1

The Darkling- 1

Zoya Nazyalensky- 1

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