Darkling/General Kirigan/Aleksander Morozova x Targaryen!Reader
Part 1
Shadow and Bone and Game of Thrones crossover
A/N: My new story is finally released y’all! Sorry if it took a while but this semester has me in a chokehold. I will be publishing it as a series so I hope you lovelies enjoy! And as always feedback and reblogs are much appreciated and let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist! Have a beautiful day!
Summary: Imagine being the youngest Targaryen and the half-sister of Daenerys. You had lived most of your life in captivity, shut off from the world after your brother Viserys married you off to an old lord at the age of 12 as means to get rid of you for being a half-breed. You used to be a bright and free-spirited child who saw nothing but the goodness in those around you, but the experiences you faced made you grow cold and distant with a lack of remorse for the wicked. Not wanting to live the life your brother had chained you to, you ran away and finally reunited with your sister and helped her win back the throne. (Season 8 never happened) Wanting to build a life of your own, you set sail across the seas with your dragons and army, traveling far and wide before venturing into foreign land in a place called Ravka where you stumble upon a kingdom with a king who you loathe, believing him undeserving of rule. During your stay there, you cross paths with a certain raven-haired general with aspirations of his own. Will you stand alongside him in his mission, or will you take the throne for your own and rule as Y/N Targaryen, the Dragon Witch Queen of Ravka?
Warnings: vulgar language, mentions of rape and abuse and suicide, mentions of abuse against a minor, mentions of incestuous themes, violence and gore, sexual themes. This series will have some dark themes so please read at your own risk.
Notes: slow burn, angst, enemies to lovers trope. Flashbacks are in italics.
Flashback takes place in Pentos 4 years before Daenerys’s marriage to Khal Drogo. Reader is 12 while Daenerys is 13.
“Something doesn’t seem right.” You muttered out in a faint voice. A frown was painted on your features as you stood by the balcony overlooking the sea that touched the coast of Pentos, watching the small waves caress the sandy shores while your fingers traced along the cracks and grooves that lined the stone handrail.
"Whatever do you mean?” Your sister Daenerys asked from behind you while she brushed through your hair.
“Why is Viserys having us dress up?”
“Well he said we’re having important guests.”
“Yes but I don’t understand what that has to do with us.”
"I don’t know. I’m sure it’s important with whatever he is doing.” Daenerys shrugged as she separated parts of your hair for a braid, running her fingers through your lengths lovingly before interlocking them with each other. She had always loved your hair growing up, believing it to be unique to the Targaryen line who were known for their silver hair. You had instead inherited your mother’s skin and her hair, which was a rich y/h/c that cascaded down your back. If one were to see you amongst your siblings, they would not have recognized you as a Targaryen if it weren’t for your eyes. Like the famous dragon riders of long before, you shared their purple orbs that had passed down generations, a proud symbol of their Valyrian heritage. While Daenerys’s eyes were a striking color of violet reminiscent of the flowers themselves, yours were the color of amethysts with flakes of gold that resembled a bit of the fire that embodied the dragons of your name. Despite being the bastard child of Aerys Targaryen, the Targaryen blood still ran through your veins, and the talk of you and your sister’s beauty had reached lands as far as the eye could see.
“Am I being sent away?”
“What? Of course not! What gave you that idea?”
“He’s mentioned it before. I know that he hates me for being a half-breed.”
“Don’t say that.” Daenerys sighed, tying off your braid before resting her hands on your shoulders. “I don’t think Viserys is going to send you away y/n.”
The sound of the door creaking from being opened echoed through the room, and as you turned towards it, you saw your older brother Viserys waltz in, a confident grin plastered on his face as he stridden over to the two of you with a bundle of dresses draped over his arms. “Ah. There the two of you are. I bring gifts from the North.”
“The north?” Dany looked at him with her brows knitted together in confusion. “From who?”
“Our new guests of course. This one is for you Dany.” He handed her a dress before turning to you. “And this…..is for you. Pretty isn’t it? Feel the fabric, fine wool from the north.”
You gave Viserys a quizzical look before eyeing the bundled up dress that was draped over his arms with much skepticism.
“Well go on. Touch it.”
You reached a hesitant hand towards the dress, twisting the dark gray fibered fabric that was trimmed with embroidery between your fingers with a distasteful look on your face. “It’s rough.”
“That’s because it’s wool. It’s meant to keep you warm against the cold.”
“But why? It’s not cold here.”
"Because dear sister.” Viserys moved a loose strand of your hair behind your ear before placing his fingers under your chin with a smugness hidden behind the fraud paternal gaze that masked it. “You are getting married.”
Your face paled in reaction, your eyes widening at his words while every inch of your skin turned cold.
“M-married?” Daenerys stuttered in disbelief, her voice small, afraid to raise her tone at him in fear he’d lash out like he had many times before to keep her amenable. The violets of her eyes which were usually bright, now grew dark and flickered with the thoughts that ran through her head. “To who?”
“A wealthy lord in the north. Well,” He rolled his eyes in disappointment. “Not wealthy enough but still. He paid quite the price for this one. Now she can finally be off my hands.” Viserys stared down at you with coldness in his gaze, his grip on your chin only getting tighter as his nails started to dig in to the skin there, causing you to wince. There was something behind the pale lilacs of his eyes that mirrored just a flicker of the past, of your father, The Mad King. You had never met your father, for he had died before you were even born. But you had heard plenty of stories through Viserys and others, and you could have sworn you saw that same madness in your brother in this very moment. But there was also something else that you couldn’t quite put a name to, something you were still too young to quite understand even though the sense of it unsettled you. It was a look that you had often seen whenever he was in the presence of Dany. Though there was that same bit of lust hidden behind them that he shared for Dany, a look that disgusted you whenever he glanced upon your sister, there was also contempt, a hatred that only filled them in your presence despite the brotherly smile he put on.
“The north? You’re sending her to the north? You-you can’t.” You heard Dany whimper beside you while you glared back at Viserys, your nails digging into the skin of your palms.
“I’ll do as I please. And this one is going to do as it is told. Aren’t you half-breed?”
“But you can’t.” Daenerys pleaded. “She’s only 12. She’s just a child.”
"And so are you. Quiet Daenerys.” Viserys snapped at her before turning back to you. “You. Undress, now. I need to make sure Lord Pythias is getting his coin’s worth.”
“But-” You quivered.
“Now. Before I do it myself.”
Your hands trembled as they fumbled with the buttons of your dress, tears forming in your eyes as you did not want to bare yourself in front of your brother. You were filled with resentment towards him, your fingers itching to claw those foul eyes out from his skull so that he could never look upon you or Dany ever again. But your fear had overcome your anger, and so you did not have the strength nor the courage to do such a thing. “Viserys please don’t make me do this.” Your lip quivered as you lowered your gaze to the floor, your hands clutching your dress over your chest once it dropped down your shoulders.
“Viserys please.” Daenerys begged, pulling on the sleeve of your brother’s tunic. "Marry me off. But not y/n.”
“Quiet Daenerys.”
“You can’t do this! She’s all that I have left. Please don’t send her away!” Your sister cried out, the sound of desperation in her voice stopping you from letting your dress fall to the floor.
“I said quiet!” Viserys hit her with the back of his hand, causing Dany to tear up as she held her reddened cheek.
You fumed at the sight of him striking out at her, your nostrils flaring and your breathing quickening. You don’t know what came over you as you bared your teeth and attacked your older brother in blind fury, it was almost as if all that abuse that you had endured, bottled up inside had finally boiled over. “Don’t touch her!”
Viserys was caught off guard of you lunging yourself at him as he watched you with wide eyes. His hands were held out in front of him as he tried to fight you off until you brought your hand down at him and scratched him across his face.
“Agh! ……….You hit me. Why you little bitch.” He stood stunned for a moment from the stinging pain on his cheek, touching his face to see blood on his fingertips.
You stepped back in a mixture of fear and disbelief, coming into realization of what you had just done. “Viserys p-please. I’m-I’m sorry.”
“How dare you! You little half-breed whore!” Viserys’s face distorted into rage as he threw you to the ground and hovered over your form, pinning you down while repeatedly hitting you across your face with the back of his hand. You cried out in pain from his violent strikes, writhing under him as the ring that he wore on one of his fingers sliced across your face in small cuts. “You’ve made a big mistake you little slut! You have woken the dragon! And now you’re going to pay for it!”
“Viserys stop! Please!” Dany cried out as she fell to her knees with tears streaming down her face as she tried to reach out for you.
“What in the name of Westeros is going on in here?” A loud booming voice was heard approaching the area.
Viserys stopped with an annoyed expression, turning towards the door to see Illyrio Mopatis appear in the room. “What?”
“Have you lost your senses? Lord Pyhtias wants her untouched, not a single mark on her. What will he think when he sees this?” Illyrio huffed once he saw you pinned beneath your brother, your skin flushed scarlet with small drops of blood trickling out from the tiny cuts that lined your face, along with a deeper cut that had formed on your lips. You squeezed your eyes shut against the tears that ran down the sides of your face and burned against your newly formed wounds while you held your arms up to shield you.
“The little bitch opened her mouth.” Viserys got off you and stood to his feet, looking down at your shivering form with pure disgust before calmly telling Illyrio. “I’ll just tell Lord Pythias the bitch fell down some steps. After all, her being a virgin is what matters to him most.”
“Heavens sake. Get her cleaned up and dressed. They should be here any moment.” Illyrios voiced, shrugging the whole thing off before walking away.
“Get her dressed and ready Dany.” Viserys ordered with a clenched jaw. “And you, half-breed, do not disappoint me, or else I’ll have Pythias and his men take their turns with you in front of the whole city to get what I want.”
Daenerys quietly watched him leave the room before rushing over to your side, her face filled with worry as she helped you up from the floor. “Shh it’s okay y/n. I have you.”
You sobbed into your sisters shoulder, tears pouring down your face as she cradled your trembling form in her arms, rocking you back and forth and softly singing you a lullaby while tears streamed down her face as well. The both of you were hurt, terrified, and neither of you wanted to let go knowing what was to happen.
The wedding had come much sooner than you had wanted as you stood in the dining hall with your sister and Viserys beside you, waiting for your future husband to arrive. Both you and Daenerys wore the dresses gifted to you, the heavy fabric of the north scratching against your skin, something that you were not at all accustomed to from being in the weather of Essos. Your face had been washed off of the blood, and though the wounds were not deep, the pain of it was still there, stinging beneath the clear ointment that your sister had applied. Your eyes were glassy, lifeless, nor was there a single thought amongst them as you stared out at the tile floor of the hall. You prayed to the gods for some miracle, anything, wanting it to be the sudden death of Lord Pythias and his men, wishing for a great storm to come and bury his ship at the bottom of the sea and drown those that sailed it. But the gods worked not in your favor, for just a few moments later, one of the servants entered to announce the arrival of the Northerners.
You blinked out of your lifeless daze, looking up from the ground from the feeling of your sister’s hand grabbing yours. And as you looked towards her profile, you saw a frown sitting on her lips. Her skin which was normally pale, was now almost as white as the hair that sat on her delicate head. You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it quickly after sensing Viserys straighten up beside you.
“Remember what I told you sweet sister.” You heard him say in your ear. “You wouldn’t want all his men having you for themselves now would you. After all, one word from me and I’m sure Lord Pythias would be more than eager to act upon it.”
“No.”
“No what?” He clenched his jaw, his hand tightly pinching the flesh of your arm and causing you to wince. “I need you to be clear.”
“I promise I’ll obey.”
“Good.” Viserys smiled with a nod in approval as he retuned his hand back to his side. “It’s a good thing you and Dany are pretty, even though you’re just a half-breed. I would sell the two of you to every man in the world and let them fuck you if it meant me getting the throne.”
“May the gods gift you a crown of fire.” You muttered under your breath.
“What was that?” Viserys hissed.
“I said, dear brother, may the gods gift you a crown of fire. A crown fit for a dragon, for fire cannot kill a dragon.”
“A crown of fire fit for a dragon.” Viserys smirked at the thought, his eyes glossed over with his own delusional ambitions, oblivious to the darker meaning you had behind it, and that you had meant it more as a prayer of vengeance that the gods might soon fulfill rather than a tribute to his honor. “I like that. I hope that you might one day see it dear sister, to see me with the crown I so rightfully deserve.”
The three of you turned at the sound of scattered footsteps echoing off the walls, the clicking of boots tapping against the floor like hooves against dirt, getting louder and louder. And as you looked towards the entrance with panic written in your eyes, you saw a group of men enter the hall led by a short older, rather stout looking individual in the front with another man walking beside him. Their clothes were dark and gray, devoid of any color and character, a stark difference to the vibrance of Essos that you were so accustomed to. The boots of the men were still caked with the mud from the North, tracking the dirt all over the floors as they went. And they carried with them their house banner, a symbol of a boar. Your fingers tightened around the cold hand of your sister, your jaw clenching as you watched the man leading them get closer and closer to where you stood with your siblings, his form swaying with each heavy step until finally stopping in front of Viserys.
“Lord Pythias.” Your brother nodded his head respectfully. “It’s an honor to have you join us.”
“The pleasure is all mine Viserys!” Lord Pythias patted your brother’s shoulder before gesturing to the man that had remained at his side since you saw them enter through the doors. “This here is my personal bodyguard and advisor Sir Bjorn Maurinus from Braavos.” Lord Pythias spoke in a voice that was throaty and wheezy, as if he were struggling with each line he spoke, the sound unpleasant to the ears and what one would describe as the snorting of a hog.
The man whom Pythias had just introduced remained unmoving, giving Viserys just the slightest nod that barely went noticed. Bjorn Maurinus was a tall man of a lean figure of age 47, and there was a certain sharpness about his stature from the hook of his nose to the deep browns of his eyes that made you curiously drawn to his character, for there was not a single sign of emotion nor change of expression in the impassiveness of his face in the time that he was there. Your eyes caught the glint of the handle that belonged to his sword that sat at his hip, and as you lowered your gaze, you noticed that his left leg had been cut off below the knee, where a wooden limb had now replaced it. Bjorn had noticed you staring at his wooden leg, and with an unpleasant twist of his thin lips and a scowl in your direction, he pulled his cloak over to cover it.
“Well well well, this must be my new bride.” You heard Pythias draw out his words, looking over to see him disgustingly leer at you with a lick of his pale and chapped lips, the way a predator would his meal. His irises were a dull gray, lacking any sign of warmth or compassion in them, reminding you of the blades of daggers and swords that were used to cut down men. And his eyes themselves were toad-like, sitting far apart from each other on his face and bulging out of their sockets.
“Indeed. Come sweet sister.” Viserys waved you over. “This is my youngest sister y/n. Your new bride-to-be. What do you think?”
“She’s pretty, really pretty.” Lord Pythias came over to grab your jaw, lifting and turning your face to each side as if he were inspecting cattle. It took everything in you to not flinch and shrivel away, even the mere smell of him made you feel ill. And now that his face was a mere inches from yours, the sight of him disgusted and horrified you. Viserys had noticed the way you recoiled and in response grabbed you with a flare of his nostrils, gripping your arm firmly between his grasp to keep you in place. From the pressure Viserys was applying around your arms, you were sure the prints of his hand would leave a bruise in its place. Lord Pythias was much older than you, a man in his 50s with thinning hair whom you thought had no business marrying a girl of your age. You could tell that he had not bathed in days, the smell of him was absolutely rancid and turned the contents of your stomach making you feel nauseous. He reeked of ale and beer and it was evident in his breath from the way he breathed so heavily on your face. And from the way the whites of his eyes and his skin tinted of yellow, it was clear that he drank often. His hands had not been washed either for there was dirt underneath his fingernails as you could feel the grime on them just by him touching you, and you were definite they would leave a trace once he removed his fleshy fingers from your face. “Her face is cut up.” Lord Pythias gave a disapproving look.
“Yes, well,” Viserys cleared his throat, “my dear sister can be quite graceless at times and fell down some steps.”
“Hmph. I wanted her pretty for the ceremony. Is she a virgin?”
“Oh of course, she hasn’t been touched by a single man, I made sure of it. I’m sure your lordship finds that agreeable.”
“Oh yes.” The man smiled at that. “And what of her figure? Has she grown into her womanly curves?”
“No, not yet, she turned twelve just a few months ago.”
“Good. Good. I’ll take her.” Lord Pythias dropped his hands from your face before turning to his bodyguard. “Bjorn, hand Viserys his gold.”
You watched with unsteady breaths, your heart pounding in your chest as if it were to burst through this very second and leave you dead in order to save itself as you fixed your gaze on the leather pouch that contained your weight in gold be handed over to your brother. Tears threatened to spill from the corner of your eyes and your knees trembled beneath the skirt of your gown. It felt as if your legs were in the process of giving out underneath you, and if it weren’t for your sister, your surely would have collapsed to the floor. You felt powerless, trapped between the walls that would soon become your life. The gold was a declaration of your imprisonment, an emblem of your dying freedom, and there was not a single thing left to save you now.
“Perfect.” Viserys smiled, weighing the pouch of gold in his palms. “Illyrios, bring in the guests will you. It’s time that my sister got married.”
The wedding ceremony had been short and forthright, not a single ounce of elaborateness or emotion in it as you were cloaked and joined at the hands for the tying of the ribbon. It all seemed like a fever dream as it passed, just a blur of the senses as you now sat at the dining table for the feast. Lord Pythias had been seated beside you, drunk from his many glasses of wine and howling with laughter as he shouted boisterously amongst his peers while Sir Bjorn Maurinus sat quietly on your right. You had not touched your food during the whole feast, your face wooden as your stared down at your plate, occasionally flinching in repulsion each time that Lord Pythias placed his meaty hands on your thighs. You found yourself staring time and time again at the knife that was placed on the table in front of you, lined up perfectly with the other silverware, the silver glinting across your eyes in a beam of light. You found yourself drawn to it, as if it were calling out your name for that sweet escape, just that quick swipe of the blade and it would be over, all of it. It had not even been more than two hours in the time that you were married, and you already dreaded it, wanting nothing more than to end it here, right now. As if suddenly overtaken by a trance, you found yourself reaching for the knife, closing your fingers around the cool metal until a voice stopped you.
“What do you think you are doing?” Sir Bjorn’s spoke from beside you, his voice thick with the accent of Braavos from the roll of his r’s.
“I’m-I was going to eat.”
“The girl lies. That’s a load of horseshit if I’ve ever heard one.” Sir Bjorn pulled the goblet to his lips, taking a sip of the dark wine. “I know that look girl.”
“I-I don’t know what you mean.” You turned towards him only for him to prevent you for doing so.
“Don’t. Keep your head forward. Now tell me. A girl turns 12 and weds a cunt old enough to be the father of her father. You had not touched your food since it was placed before you. You and I both know what your intentions are.”
“Is it so wrong then? It’s my life to take.”
“The girl wishes to die then.”
“…………Yes. I-I don’t want to live through the wedding night.”
“So. The girl wishes to die and never see her sister again, instead of fighting and living to see another day.”
“If I fight, I put my sister at risk.”
“Not if the girl dances with her enemies.”
“What do you mean?”
“If the girl is patient, she can live to see another day.”
“How?”
“One step at a time.”
You caught slight movement at the corner of your vision, shifting your eyes ever so slightly to see Sir Bjorn lower his hand to offer you a small vial.
“Take this. Keep it in the folds of your sleeves. And do not let a single soul see it. Understand?”
“What is it?” You dropped your hand to your side, making sure to keep your eyes forward as you took the small glass vial in your hand,, feeling the contents swirl inside as you stuffed it in the sleeve of your wedding dress.
“When he takes you to his chambers on his ship tonight, offer him a glass of wine and pour a drop in. It will keep him unconscious until sunrise and he will not remember a thing.”
“And then what? How long am I supposed to keep up with this act?” You questioned, but to no avail, for when you turned to look at him, he had returned to his meal and avoided your gaze, his face once again that unreadable expression as if the conversation had never happened.
The sun had started to set upon the horizon, casting the sky in brushstrokes of reds and oranges that reflected against the waters of the earth, painting the sea the color of blood as far as you could see. The scene almost looked ominous as you stood by the docks, waiting for Lord Pythias’s men to board the ship until it would eventually be your turn to step onto the wooden plank that lead to it. The cloak that Lord Pythias had gifted you was wrapped over your shoulder, the furs of the collar tickling against your cheek from the light breeze as you huddled against Daenerys, the two of you holding on to each other as if it was the last thing left of your mortality.
“I don’t want to go.” You stared out, scowling at the sight of Viserys and Lord Pythias laughing with each other, the two men that singlehandedly ruined your very existence and will to live.
“I know.” Daenerys spoke softly. She had tried so desperately to not weep in front of you, but it came to a point that she could no longer hold back the tears as they poured down her face.
“Daenerys……if I don’t make it back.”
“What are you on about?”
“I’m being serious.” You turned to her with tears in your eyes. “By the time the ship sails, I will be on my way to the North. None of us have been there, and it is far from here. Gods know what will happen to me. I might never see you again.”
“Don’t say that.” Daenerys shook her head frantically as she held you tighter. “The gods will bring us back together.”
“You don’t know that!” You snapped. “You-you don’t know that. Gods. I-I-can’t do this. I can’t get married to him.”
“Y/n!” Viserys voice rang out as he called out to you. “It’s time for you to go to your new home!”
New home. You scoffed at the thought. You were positive your new home would end up becoming the death of you. You stared into the violets of your sister’s eyes with widened eyes of your own, watching the tears roll down her pale cheeks before throwing yourself in her arms and sobbing into them. “Daenerys, I can’t do this alone. I can’t do this without you.”
“Y/n. Y/n.” Viserys’s voice became louder as he walked up to the two of you with an annoyed expression on his face. “It’s time to go. You wouldn’t want to keep your husband waiting now would you?”
“No. I don’t want to be his wife.”
“Y/n, what did I tell you.”
“Brother please.” You tried to reason with him but yelped in pain as he grabbed a fistful of your hair.
“Listen here you little half-breed cunt!” Viserys hissed as he pulled at your hair to make you look at him.
“Ow! Viserys you’re hurting me.” You clawed at his hands to free yourself from his grip.
“I don’t give a damn! That man paid good money for you. And you’re going to keep him happy by being his little whore, or I swear on my mother’s grave, I will let you rot in the North while every single man there fucks you like the little bitch that you are, and you will never see your sister again!” Viserys snarled in your ear before ripping you away from Daenerys and dragging you away to the ship by the back of your dress.
“Y/n! Viserys please!” Daenerys fell to her knees as she watched you get further and further away from her reach.
“Dany!” You craned your head back to look at your sister, your cheeks wet with your tears as your feet struggled to keep up with Viserys’s steps.
“This is your last warning half-breed.” Viserys stood you on the deck of Lord Pythias’s ship. “There is no one there to protect you now. Do I have your word?“
You stared up at your brother, seeing the coldness in his eyes. "Yes. You have my word.”
Viserys smiled at your answer, pushing a loose strand of your hair behind your ears before stroking your cheek with his finger. “Good. That is all I ever wanted sweet sister, your obedience and your loyalty. I promise, when I am king, I will bring you back home so that you, Dany and I could finally be together, where we belong.”
For a moment, you swore you saw that old part of Viserys, of what used to be your kinder, younger brother who did everything that he could to take care of Dany and you. You fluttered your eyes closed against your tears as Viserys placed a soft and lingering kiss to your forehead, your body aching with the emotions that filled you as you watched your brother step back onto the dock.
“Lady y/n.” You heard Sir Bjorn step up beside you. “Right this way please.”
You followed the man to the end of the ship, stepping onto the back deck as the ship started to set sail. It felt as if you no longer had the ability to cry, the tears that had streamed down your face just a second ago, now dried up from the air as you stared out at where your sister stood next to Viserys on the dock. Your expression matched hers as the wind blew against you, blowing back the braid that Dany had done that morning as you clutched the cloak closer to your frame. The ship started to sway beneath your feet against the waves as it began to set sail, leaving the shores of Pentos. The glass vial felt heavy in your sleeve as you stood unmoving, your eyes never leaving your sisters as she became smaller and smaller the further out you went into the sea until she became just a speck in the horizon. And when you could no longer see any remaining sign of her, of the one person you cared about, you turned away, not knowing if you would get out alive to ever see her again.
Darkling/General Kirigan/Aleksander Morozova x Targaryen!Reader
Shadow and Bone x Game of Thrones Crossover, maybe even Lord of the Rings added in there.
A/N: Hello lovelies! This is just something I plan on working on pretty soon here. Let me know if you are interested in the idea and would like to be added to the tag list!
Notes: slow burn, angst, enemies to lovers trope
Summary: Imagine being the youngest Targaryen and the half-sister of Daenerys. You had lived most of your life in captivity, shut off from the world especially after your brother Viserys married you off to an old lord at the age of 12 as means to get rid of you for being a half-breed. You used to be a bright and free-spirited child who saw nothing but the goodness in those around you, but the experiences you faced made you grow cold and distant with a lack of remorse for the wicked. Not wanting to live the life your brother had chained you to, you ran away and finally reunited with your sister, acting as her right-hand and her most trusted advisor and helping her win back the throne. (Season 8 never happened) But after all you had went through in your early years, you yearned for a life of your own; your own journey and your own path, something you could work and build towards with your own hands. So you set sail across the seas with your dragons and with soldiers of your own, traveling far and wide before venturing into foreign land in a place called Ravka where you stumble upon a kingdom with a king who you end up despising, believing him undeserving of rule. During your stay there, you cross paths with a certain raven-haired general with aspirations of his own. Will you stand alongside him in his mission, or will you take the throne for your own and rule as Y/N Targaryen, the Dragon Witch Queen of Ravka?
The pond was small, the color of sage, but reflected the sun as it shone above. Its alcove covered by heavy yields of trees; every one different. Their barks bending or white, leaves turning from green to an alluring array of autumn shades.
The cove was the color of the golden sun.
From the distance he kept, Aleksander reveled in the silhouette of you.
Summary: Your relationship with General Kirigan only exists after the sun goes down and you begin to wonder whether he loves you beyond the night calls. Before you can find out Kirigan’s true feelings, you’re tied up and thrown into the back of a van.
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: Human trafficking, forced drug use and a lot of non-consensual stuff. Please don’t read if you get triggered by anything of that nature, it gets pretty dark.
A/N: This is heavily inspired by Taken. Don’t @ me
The Darkling stumbles out of the Fold, injured (AU with no new shadow creatures). He gets captured by Fjerdans. You are a Grisha spy working for General Kirigan and have been living among the Fjerdans, sabotaging them. You happen to be with the group who captures him. You are his only chance for escape.
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* = smut
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One shots
Envy* - Kirigan gets jealous and roughly fucks you against the wall
Eyes so Bright* - Tangled AU and innocence kink. You escape your tower and Kirigan is more than happy to show you everythinglife has to offer
Kinktober - orgasm control* - While away on business, Kirigan gives you strict orders not to touch yourself. He comes home early only to catch you in the middle of disobeying him
Series
Dust till Dawn* - You’re not sure what your relationship to Kirigan is. But when you’re kidnapped, you find out just how much you mean to him
Shorter than yesterday’s, but still a good update. Comment and reblog if you can
Note: None of my work is beta read and is always typed on my phone.
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You fought to keep your hands steady as you walked over to the hut on the edge of the Lillie Palace grounds. After your shift with Aleksander, you had switched with Ivan and were given the rest of the day to yourself. Naturally, you had wracked your brain trying to figure out a way to help Alina and Baghra seemed like the best person to go too.
You took in a deep breath before knocking on the heavy wooden door and heard grumbling from inside.
“Well what are you waiting for? Come in.” You breathed out a shaky sigh of relief at hearing her voice before opening the door and sliding in quietly.
“I was wondering when you’d show up.” Baghra grumbled as she appeared behind you.
“Saints! I didn’t know you were there!” You jumped as she eyed you carefully.
“I could practically feel the merezost running through your veins, something my son is behind no doubt.” She waved her hand dismissively at the mention of Aleksander.
The information should have startled you, but part of you, a part deep and hidden, had already known that the woman in front of you was not only Aleksander’s mother, but a shadow summoner herself.
“I need your help.” You said softly.
“I can’t undo the bond.” She said, mixing together some herbs at a counter. “Only my son can release you from him although there may be a way to weaken it.” You watched as she methodically ground the leaves into a powder and tipped them into an open tea kettle.
“How?” You asked desperately as she paused to pour in the water.
“Distance my child. His power over you strengthens when you are nearby; however, if you are beyond his reach you may be able to fight his influence. But that’s not why you’re here, is it?”
You sighed at her vague answer. If that was true then there was no way that Aleksander would ever allow you to leave the Little Palace. As it is, you’re barely able to leave his sight.
“No.” You said resolutely, getting back on track. “I need you to help Alina. I don’t know what he wants with her, but I have to do something.”
Baghra slowly turned to face you and looked up and down your frame. “The sun summoner is already being prepared for the trails she’ll have to face.” The kettle began to whistle loudly and she swiped it off of the stovetop. “But the one I’m truly concerned about is you.”
The tea trickled and splashed into a metal teacup as she poured it out.
“Me?”
“You have abilities far beyond what Aleksander had told you. If you keep training the way he has you right now then you’ll only ever be his weapon.” She handed you a cup and poured out another for herself.
“You need to learn to control the power inside of you, or else my son will find a way to control it himself.”
You quietly took a sip of the warm tea, allowing her to continue. The warm liquid soothed your throat and you tasted hints of mint in it.
“We’ll have to be careful of course, but I believe with a bit of practice you would be able to reach your full potential.”
“Could I hold my own against Aleksander?” You inquired curiously. If there was a chance to beat him in combat, perhaps there was a way to make him sever the bond.
“Saints no. My son has had centuries to master his abilities and test the limits of his power, you only have a few weeks or months at best before he discovers that I’ve been helping you.” She sighed and gave you a look that seemed sad, but coming from Baghra it only came across as determined.
“Come back at the same time as you have today and do not deter from this routine unless you are told. Do this, and I can help you and the sun summoner escape the palace and be fully equipped to stay out of Aleksander’s reach.” She sipped from her cup again and sat down in a rickety chair that faced the door.
“Thank you.” You put down the cup softly.
She only nodded, deep in thought before waving to the door. “Now leave before we are caught and our lessons are over before they could even begin.”
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?’s POV
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The road from Kribirsk to Os Alta had been quieter than usual and gave the boy time to sleep.
Being stationed in Kribirsk had meant countless nights healing second army soldiers and ever changing positions, so the respite; although brief, was certainly welcomed.
Ruslan yawned as he heard the excited yelling from the walls of the Little Palace heralding their arrival and smiled at the thought of seeing y/n again.
After you took a miraculous turn for the better a few years ago, he had his suspicions on what had caused it and thoroughly believed that the general was involved. After seeing you leave with him after the discovery of the sun summoner, he knew he was onto something and deserted his station quietly. It was a good thing that he did, since he and Anya were both scheduled to cross the fold only a few days after your departure. As far as the second army was concerned, Ruslan Volkov was dead. And he intended to keep it that way.
He leaned against the wagon sides and stared at the man from Ketterdam critically. “Are you sure you can get her out?” He asked, crossing his arms.
“I can do anything depending on the right price.” The brunette responded, dressing up in the palace guard uniform that Ruslan had stolen for him.
After overhearing the conversation of three Ketterdam rouges in Kribirsk, a half baked idea began to form in his head.
“How about this much?” He threw a bag full of Ravkan coin onto the floor and it landed with a loud jingle. Before running from Kribirsk, he had snuck into the coffers there, knowing that the two of you would need the money to get as far away from Kirigan as possible.
The man smiled as he placed his crow headed cane to the side. “The deal is the deal.” He held out a gloved hand and Ruslan didn’t hesitate.
OK OK OK I AM SO SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS CHAPTER TURNED OUT!!!!!!!!! Things are really picking up now! Also, I lowkey am realizing that I accidentally wrote this reader kind of like Alina’s plot so I’m trying to make sure that I branch off from that.
Note: This is a darkish chapter, but I don’t want to add the tags to the top and spoil the chapter, so they’ll be at the bottom of this post. Also, veryyyyyy plot heavy and angsty with a capital A.
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After much pacing around your room, you had decided to meet him. You really didn’t want to, but he still was your general and according to him, you’d be a part of his guard. You’d have to be able to act civil with each other.
You’d come a long way these past few weeks, and you’d have to rely that the work you put into yourself would be enough for you to not fall into bad habits.
So around midnight, there you were. Standing in front of his war room door, hand poised to knock while the other clenched your cane tightly.
You took a deep breath, and before you could think, knocked on the massive door.
You heard a muffled “Enter.” From the other side, and you pulled the door open. As youclosed the door behind you, you saw Aleksander without his kefta, his long black shirt bunched at his elbows and he, as always, was wearing black trousers.
You said nothing, opting him to start the conversation and see why he had asked you here. He gave you a weary smile as he leaned off of his desk and stood up, before his face settled into a grim line.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“My training has picked up significantly.” You responded. “I’ve been fairly busy.”
His jaw ticked at that. “Ah yes, I suppose I should congratulate you.” He shuffled through the papers on his desk and you furrowed your brow.
“I’m sorry?” You tilted your head.
“Your friend who was just stationed in Kribirsk.” He smiled at your shocked expression. “Kozlov. I believe.” Andrei’s last name confirming what you had feared.
“What did you do?” You asked softly.
“What did I do?” His voice rose aggressively. “What did I do?” He asked incredulously. “What did you do?” He seethed. “You just stop showing up for no reason, and expect me to accept that?”
“I was focusing on my training!” You shouted. “Something you asked me to do!”
“Oh so you just forgot to even acknowledge me for two weeks?” He swiped at his desk, causing the paper there to fly off the edge of the table. “I’m sure your new friends kept you very busy.” His voice was venomous as he stormed over.
“Well maybe I just wanted to be around someone who actually cared about me.” You hissed in his face. “Maybe I cared about you enough to let chase your sun summoner. To try and let you be happy.”
He started to laugh at that. “So that’s what this is about.” He turned his back to you and walked away. “My sun summoner.” He paused and turned back to you.
“I’ve seen the way you look at her! The way you talk about her! Just now you referred to her as ‘your’ sun summoner. I truly am fine with it, Alina deserves happiness, but I just don’t want to be led on like this! I deserve to be happy too!”
“You’re right.” His voice grew eerily cold. “She is mine, but so are you.”
“I-“ You felt your voice physically catch in your throat as he lazily raised his hand. And your body seemed to lock in place.
He sighed, looking at you with mock sympathy, walking towards you with even strides. “You know, when I first felt all of your emotions, all of what the bond entailed, I despised it. Despised how human you were.” He spat the word human out and stopped in front of you. “So I tried to ignore it. Ignore you. After all, you were expendable, a pawn that I could twist to fit where I needed one. I sent you through the fold time and time again, testing your limits, never even giving you a second thought.”
You internally flinched as he gently ran the back of his hand down your cheek. You tried not to focus on your heart shattering at his callous admission.
“But that changed, a year ago, I believe. I felt something new. Something that even I couldn’t push down and ignore. And it was for him.” He growled, gripping your face tightly. “That brat who had been there, he practically never left your side. You practically had him on a leash.” Ruslan. Your mind supplied, thinking back to last year, when you were certain that he and you would be together. Remembering the feelings you had had for the man, you felt a tear roll out.
“What did you do?” You asked again, shakily as the ability to talk came back.
He gave you a cruel smile. “I made you forget. Forget how you felt, thought that’d be the end of it. But I hadn’t expected the bond to open.” He started mumbling to himself. He sighed. “Unfortunately the form of merzost I used was highly unpredictable. So the second I went into your head, the second I allowed myself in, everything changed.” He released you as if you had burned him. “All those feelings I had hated, all that human inside of you? Was just the surface.” He chuckled darkly.
“All of the things you felt, all of you came flooding in and I realized at that moment why I hated you.” He scoffed. “I hated that you could feel when I hadn’t been able to for centuries. I hated that your anger was so consuming and that your joy was so blissful.” He continued his monologue, not even noticing his slip.
“But most of all, I hated how he made you feel. How I hadn’t been able to feel like that for years. How I eventually, unknowingly had begun to feel again. About you.” He ranted, looking crazed.
“You’re the Black Heretic.” You breathed softly.
He gave you a proud smile. “You truly are as brilliant as I knew you’d be.”
“You created the fold.” Your mind started to connect all of the horrible things he’d done. “You created the volcra. You sent me through.” You screamed the last sentence and fought against whatever control he had over you, but to no avail. The tears that poured down your face now were not out of sadness, but anger.
“Not just you.” He said easily, still smiling. “Everyone in my way. Our way. Haven’t you wondered why your friend hadn’t been responding to your pathetic letters?” He ripped open his drawer and fished out a handful of paper. You felt as if ice had been poured over you.
“You son of a bitch.” You whispered.
“What? It’s not like she’d be able to read them.” He shrugged, walking over to the fireplace and throwing them in without a second thought. “I sent her through the fold the week we left. And just as I had expected, she didn’t make it halfway through. Even if she had, I’m sure that the Fjerdans would have gotten a hold of her eventually.”
You felt your soul burn in agony as the depth of his words hit you like a punch to the gut.
“No…” you whimpered, feeling less and less control over your limbs.
“I had hoped to tell you all this sometime in the far future, but I guess I have to improvise.” He flicked his fingers again and you robotically began to walk over to his room, numb with the loss of your friend.
If he was put off by your silence, he didn’t say anything about it, instead making you lay on the bed. His hands gently caressed your leg before undoing your shoes and brace.
He gave you a hungry look as he climbed in next to you and wrapped his arms around your chest. You felt a shiver run up your back as he pulled the covers over the two of you. “Get some sleep my love.” He said soothingly, running his fingers through your hair. “Tomorrow I won’t be nearly as patient as I have been.”
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Trigger warnings: mind control, angst, slight mention of non con if you squint, talk of death and murder, manipulation, possessive, jealous, and controlling darkling
Okay wow what is going on?!
So much confession from Kirigan I’m shook
Ngl I’m surprised reader figured out his true identity so quickly.
I’m pissed he got Anya killed that’s just so fucking cruel but I knew that he wouldn’t have sent her the letters :(
I never read the books but he can control people? Goddamn
Also babe, maybe put trigger warnings at the top :)
I’m really loving this storyyyy
So he can’t really control people in the books, but I just made that up as a form of merzost.
Thank you for the feedback, will move the warnings to the top. This was my first dark story and I wasn’t sure where exactly to put the tags at first. ❤️
I don’t even know what that means, merzost. I literally started watching Shadow and Bone because Ben Barnes was all tall dark and handsome in it
I think it’s cool as heck though, feeding his shadows into people so he can control them. What an amazing idea
You’re welcome! Ain’t no thang, I want your story to be top notch and you’re basically there, babe! I got your back ❤️
It’s basically when he uses his abilities to manipulate life and create things from his abilities instead of controlling what is already there. I felt like since we didn’t get much info on its limitations, that I could bend those a little.
And thank you so much!!!!! As I say in the authors notes, I always look forward to pointers and critiques about my writing. I do need to update the trigger warnings (or put those on) the master list I have for the series, I just keep forgetting to do so.
And I always love seeing your comments on my feed ❤️
OK OK OK I AM SO SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS CHAPTER TURNED OUT!!!!!!!!! Things are really picking up now! Also, I lowkey am realizing that I accidentally wrote this reader kind of like Alina’s plot so I’m trying to make sure that I branch off from that.
Note: This is a darkish chapter, but I don’t want to add the tags to the top and spoil the chapter, so they’ll be at the bottom of this post. Also, veryyyyyy plot heavy and angsty with a capital A.
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After much pacing around your room, you had decided to meet him. You really didn’t want to, but he still was your general and according to him, you’d be a part of his guard. You’d have to be able to act civil with each other.
You’d come a long way these past few weeks, and you’d have to rely that the work you put into yourself would be enough for you to not fall into bad habits.
So around midnight, there you were. Standing in front of his war room door, hand poised to knock while the other clenched your cane tightly.
You took a deep breath, and before you could think, knocked on the massive door.
You heard a muffled “Enter.” From the other side, and you pulled the door open. As youclosed the door behind you, you saw Aleksander without his kefta, his long black shirt bunched at his elbows and he, as always, was wearing black trousers.
You said nothing, opting him to start the conversation and see why he had asked you here. He gave you a weary smile as he leaned off of his desk and stood up, before his face settled into a grim line.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“My training has picked up significantly.” You responded. “I’ve been fairly busy.”
His jaw ticked at that. “Ah yes, I suppose I should congratulate you.” He shuffled through the papers on his desk and you furrowed your brow.
“I’m sorry?” You tilted your head.
“Your friend who was just stationed in Kribirsk.” He smiled at your shocked expression. “Kozlov. I believe.” Andrei’s last name confirming what you had feared.
“What did you do?” You asked softly.
“What did I do?” His voice rose aggressively. “What did I do?” He asked incredulously. “What did you do?” He seethed. “You just stop showing up for no reason, and expect me to accept that?”
“I was focusing on my training!” You shouted. “Something you asked me to do!”
“Oh so you just forgot to even acknowledge me for two weeks?” He swiped at his desk, causing the paper there to fly off the edge of the table. “I’m sure your new friends kept you very busy.” His voice was venomous as he stormed over.
“Well maybe I just wanted to be around someone who actually cared about me.” You hissed in his face. “Maybe I cared about you enough to let chase your sun summoner. To try and let you be happy.”
He started to laugh at that. “So that’s what this is about.” He turned his back to you and walked away. “My sun summoner.” He paused and turned back to you.
“I’ve seen the way you look at her! The way you talk about her! Just now you referred to her as ‘your’ sun summoner. I truly am fine with it, Alina deserves happiness, but I just don’t want to be led on like this! I deserve to be happy too!”
“You’re right.” His voice grew eerily cold. “She is mine, but so are you.”
“I-“ You felt your voice physically catch in your throat as he lazily raised his hand. And your body seemed to lock in place.
He sighed, looking at you with mock sympathy, walking towards you with even strides. “You know, when I first felt all of your emotions, all of what the bond entailed, I despised it. Despised how human you were.” He spat the word human out and stopped in front of you. “So I tried to ignore it. Ignore you. After all, you were expendable, a pawn that I could twist to fit where I needed one. I sent you through the fold time and time again, testing your limits, never even giving you a second thought.”
You internally flinched as he gently ran the back of his hand down your cheek. You tried not to focus on your heart shattering at his callous admission.
“But that changed, a year ago, I believe. I felt something new. Something that even I couldn’t push down and ignore. And it was for him.” He growled, gripping your face tightly. “That brat who had been there, he practically never left your side. You practically had him on a leash.” Ruslan. Your mind supplied, thinking back to last year, when you were certain that he and you would be together. Remembering the feelings you had had for the man, you felt a tear roll out.
“What did you do?” You asked again, shakily as the ability to talk came back.
He gave you a cruel smile. “I made you forget. Forget how you felt, thought that’d be the end of it. But I hadn’t expected the bond to open.” He started mumbling to himself. He sighed. “Unfortunately the form of merzost I used was highly unpredictable. So the second I went into your head, the second I allowed myself in, everything changed.” He released you as if you had burned him. “All those feelings I had hated, all that human inside of you? Was just the surface.” He chuckled darkly.
“All of the things you felt, all of you came flooding in and I realized at that moment why I hated you.” He scoffed. “I hated that you could feel when I hadn’t been able to for centuries. I hated that your anger was so consuming and that your joy was so blissful.” He continued his monologue, not even noticing his slip.
“But most of all, I hated how he made you feel. How I hadn’t been able to feel like that for years. How I eventually, unknowingly had begun to feel again. About you.” He ranted, looking crazed.
“You’re the Black Heretic.” You breathed softly.
He gave you a proud smile. “You truly are as brilliant as I knew you’d be.”
“You created the fold.” Your mind started to connect all of the horrible things he’d done. “You created the volcra. You sent me through.” You screamed the last sentence and fought against whatever control he had over you, but to no avail. The tears that poured down your face now were not out of sadness, but anger.
“Not just you.” He said easily, still smiling. “Everyone in my way. Our way. Haven’t you wondered why your friend hadn’t been responding to your pathetic letters?” He ripped open his drawer and fished out a handful of paper. You felt as if ice had been poured over you.
“You son of a bitch.” You whispered.
“What? It’s not like she’d be able to read them.” He shrugged, walking over to the fireplace and throwing them in without a second thought. “I sent her through the fold the week we left. And just as I had expected, she didn’t make it halfway through. Even if she had, I’m sure that the Fjerdans would have gotten a hold of her eventually.”
You felt your soul burn in agony as the depth of his words hit you like a punch to the gut.
“No…” you whimpered, feeling less and less control over your limbs.
“I had hoped to tell you all this sometime in the far future, but I guess I have to improvise.” He flicked his fingers again and you robotically began to walk over to his room, numb with the loss of your friend.
If he was put off by your silence, he didn’t say anything about it, instead making you lay on the bed. His hands gently caressed your leg before undoing your shoes and brace.
He gave you a hungry look as he climbed in next to you and wrapped his arms around your chest. You felt a shiver run up your back as he pulled the covers over the two of you. “Get some sleep my love.” He said soothingly, running his fingers through your hair. “Tomorrow I won’t be nearly as patient as I have been.”
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Trigger warnings: mind control, angst, slight mention of non con if you squint, talk of death and murder, manipulation, possessive, jealous, and controlling darkling
Okay wow what is going on?!
So much confession from Kirigan I’m shook
Ngl I’m surprised reader figured out his true identity so quickly.
I’m pissed he got Anya killed that’s just so fucking cruel but I knew that he wouldn’t have sent her the letters :(
I never read the books but he can control people? Goddamn
Also babe, maybe put trigger warnings at the top :)
I’m really loving this storyyyy
So he can’t really control people in the books, but I just made that up as a form of merzost.
Thank you for the feedback, will move the warnings to the top. This was my first dark story and I wasn’t sure where exactly to put the tags at first. ❤️
Another chapter? Lol after writing the last one, it completely inspired me to work more and more on this story. There’s mostly angst in this one, and Genya sees Y/n again!
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The next week passed slowly, with your training slowly progressing, you’d become more and more agitated at yourself. You had finally mastered the ability to make others lose consciousness, but now you were learning trickier things.
Of course, training still wasn’t the only thing you did. Most days, you had dinner with Aleksander and you also made a point to visit Alina frequently. A few days after your talk with Alina in the garden, you had finally gotten to see Genya again. Alina had left in a hurry, promising to talk to you later when she’d come back. Thinking nothing of it, you let her go and headed up to the palace library. Today was one of your only days off and there were some books that you had been wanting to read.
Looking around the library with its towering wooden shelves, you decided to have a seat by the window overlooking the Little Palace courtyard. It was relatively early in the morning, and since the other grisha had training, the courtyard was nearly empty. You smiled as you watched a familiar black horse being led out and saw Aleksander. He patted Midnight with a content look and you thought back to the horse statue in his war room. He certainly loved his horses more than one would guess.
Having abandoned your book, you pulled out your pencils and sketchbook. Flipping through the pages, you caught sight of the Stag that Alina had drawn and paused on that page. Everytime you looked at it, you felt like you had seen it before. Noticing Midnight’s impatient whinney, you ignored that nagging feeling and started to sketch him from afar.
It was quick and rushed compared to your other drawings, but as you finished his hair, you saw another person approach him. You blinked as you recognized the blue and yellow kefta that Alina wore and put your pencil and the book down. You watched as he stepped away from Midnight towards her and gestured to the horses with a shy smile.
Something about the look he gave her made your heart sink. And you tried not to dwell on the feeling as the two of them mounted their horses and continued chatting as they rode off into the forest.
You probably shouldn’t feel this emotional about an innocent horse ride. It’s not like Aleks was yours. Besides that one night he kissed you, he only had you over for dinners. It was like he had changed somehow. Perhaps you were overthinking it. You’d have asked Anya all of these questions, but she hadn’t responded to your first letter. Or your second one. Perhaps you’d have to ask Aleksander about her later. It was just two grisha going for a ride together. That’s all. You repeated that mantra in your head and shrugged off the thought before returning the book. You no longer had the urge to read.
“Y/N?” A familiar voice called.
When you turned around you saw a flash of red hair and instantly forgot about Aleks and Alina. “Genya!” You shouted, flinging yourself into her arms. “Oh! I’ve missed you!”
She laughed at that and hugged you back tightly. “I missed you too! Now tell me everything. How’s Anya? I heard you started training again. Are you going to stay longer?” She asked rapidly, dragging you around excitedly. You had to hop and hobble to keep up with her excitement.
“As far as I know Anya is safe,” You said, leading her to your room. “And yes I have started training. The General wants me to be in his guard.”
You didn’t notice her narrowing her eyes at the close proximity of your room to Kirigan’s, but she definitely noted that it was closer than Alina’s. You, obliviously, kept talking excitedly. “I think I may be able to stay longer! And General Kirigan said that I won’t have to pass through the Fold again!”
“That’s wonderful!” Genya said, recalling from your letters how much the Fold had left a mark on you. Physically and metaphorically.
The two of you sat on your bed and Genya spoke up. “So what have you been up to while you’ve been here?”
With a big grin, you pulled your bad leg up onto the bed and rolled up your pant’s sleeve. Genya didn’t flinch at the scar as most did, but you had shown it to her before in your last stay at the Little Palace. You looked at the brace with a smile. “Guess who made it for me?” You teased as Genya’s face went red.
“You saw him?” She asked seriously, grabbing your hands. You nodded at her with a laugh. “I can see the appeal, he’s certainly grown from that boy we saw before the king.”
She blushed even harder and swatted your arm. “Shut up!” The two of you giggled like you used to when you were kids and Genya continued. “I’ve been seeing him around more.” She said softly. “I think he actually might know who I am.”
“He’d be blind not to notice you, Gen. You just need to talk to him.” You gave her a teasing look.
“Well what about you?” She asked, changing the subject. “Any men in your life?”
You blushed and she gasped loudly. “There is, isn’t there? You have to tell me everything!” She clasped your hands excitedly.
“Well, we haven’t exactly talked about what we are.” You said sadly. “And I don’t really know where I stand with him. He kissed me, amazingly I might add, once and then it’s like he’s pretending it never happened. I said I wanted to slow down, but not this slow.” You felt comfort in venting to your friend and voicing the thoughts that had been following you around for days.
“Who is it?” She asked, her happy smile changing into a concerned line. “Please tell me Ruslan manned up and told you how he felt.” She begged.
“No, Ruslan and I are just friends.” You shrugged, concerned about her tone.
“Then who is it?” Genya asked, desperately gripping your hands.
“I-,” You paused. “It’s General Kirigan.” You finished. Genya dropped your hands and you could have sworn that her face paled. She quickly got up from the bed and began to pace the room.
“He doesn’t feel the same way.” She said, her bluntness shocking you. “Y/n, you can’t be with him.”
“Why not?” You asked gently, putting your leg back on the floor and angrily standing up. “Because of this? Because I’m not like you?”
She flinched at that, but yelled back at you. “Because you’re not her. You’re not Alina Y/n. You don’t hear the way that he talks to her, they way he talks about her!”
“That- I-” You tried to reason away the horse ride, the more absent Aleks was during your dinners, but the facts kept stacking higher and higher against you.
“He gave her a black kefta today.” Genya said softly, touching your arm. “Please listen to me Y/n, he’s only going to hurt you.”
You felt tears run down your cheeks as the implication of Aleks gifting Alina a black kefta sank in. It would be the two of them, special and together while wearing the same color.
“I saw him.” You said softly. “I saw him go riding with Alina this morning, before I ran into you. I kept trying to tell myself that it’s nothing. He said-”
“He lies Y/n.” Genya walked towards you as if she were approaching a wounded animal. “Men like that think that they can have everything whenever they want it, and I don’t want you in the crossfire.” Her eyes started to water and you remember the tear stained letters you’d receive in Kribirsk about the Tsar. “I can’t let you end up like me.”
“He hasn’t stopped. Has he?” You choked out. Genya let a single tear fall, but wiped it away before it could reach the bottom of her cheek.
She cleared her throat nervously and I heard her voice crack. “No. He hasn’t.”
You walked over as quickly as your leg would allow and gave her a tight hug. “We can find a way to stop this Gen. We can get you transferred to the second army… or- or maybe tell General Kirigan. He could try and stop this.” You begged.
“What could he do?” Genya asked dejectedly. “Even he isn’t above the king.” You felt a sharp pain in your heart at the admission, and started to cry again for your friend.
“There has to be something we can do…” You continued muttering, squeezing her tighter. “There has to be…”
“Right now all I can do is survive.” Genya pulled away from you and stared deep into your eyes. “Please. Just trust me on this.” She begged.
You nodded slowly. “Ok.” You said softly. “I do. You know I’ll always trust you Gen.”
She let out a sigh of relief and hugged you tightly. You let her embrace you and recognized her warm vanilla perfume. At that moment, you knew that you really did believe Genya.
No more dinners, no more sketching him, no more thinking about him as you trained. No more Aleksander.
Yes Genya, protect your bestieeeee
Poor Genya, though :(
Poor reader. Dashed hopes and dreams (I can relate, RIP)
Ok so I had started writing this chapter, didn’t like it, then this came into my head so sorry that it took awhile, but WOW all I have to say is that I am VERY proud of the direction this fic is going in and I hope you all enjoy!!!
Note: This is where things will start to get very dark. So here are the trigger warnings: angst, blood, injuries, attempted murder, cannon level violence, if you don’t like reading gorey things, I’d recommend not reading this, but it is very plot heavy.
“Again.” Ivan ordered and I turned all my focus back to the guard I was practicing on.
I felt sweat pour down my face as I touched my hands together and moved them the way Ivan had shown me too while focusing on stopping the blood flow to his head.
Nothing happened.
“Damn it!” I yelled and dropped my hands. “Why isn’t this working?”
“You need to focus y/l/n.” Ivan said, easily knocking out the guard.
“I am focusing! All I’m doing is focusing!” I yelled at him.
“Perhaps we should stop for the day.” He said evenly.
“It’s fine I can do this.” I protested looking at the unconscious guard. “When he wakes up.”
“Get some air Miss y/l/n. Perhaps try focusing on a strong emotion. I’ve always found anger to be a powerful motivator.” With that, he turned and left the room.
Defeated, I grabbed my cane and slowly made my way to the little palace gardens. Was I putting too much pressure on myself? Absolutely. How else would I measure up to the rest of the grisha? The fact that they actually can run and fight without worrying about their legs giving out… I’m a good healer, saints a great one, but after coming back to the Little palace and seeing all of the other grisha walk around with nothing stopping them… I’ll admit the thought of not being enough was more overwhelming then I’d care to admit.
I sat down on a concrete bench that was surrounded by beautiful purple flowers and pulled out my notebook. It was old and beat up, and it’s leather cover was worn so much that it was soft to the touch, but I still carried it everywhere I went.
The pages were filled with sketches and notes about the human body and how it functioned. Some of the notes I made in it were taken from old library books, but most of them were things that I found out myself at Kribirsk.
The paper crinkled as I opened it up to a new page and started making steady lines and curves. After a minute or so, a picture of a human heart started to take shape and I tilted my head at the drawing of the organ.
“That’s very good.” A voice said, snapping me out of my daze.
I dropped my sketchbook in surprise and Alina picked it up before sitting next to me.
“Sorry, I suppose I shouldn’t have startled you.”
“No it’s fine.” She carefully handed me the book and I took it gingerly. “I wasn’t exactly paying attention to my surroundings.”
“Is your training going that well?” She asked picking two of the flowers and deftly knitting them together before grabbing another.
“Am I that obvious?” I asked, watching her as she added more flowers to her creation.
“I’m sure that Bagra believes that I’m a lost cause.” She replied. Her flower creation started to take shape into a crown.
“Bagra believes everyone is a lost cause.” I shivered as I remembered the way she would walk around the group of training healers and hit us with her cane.
“What’s wrong with your training?” She asked, adding in another color of flower and weaving it in.
I watched as her hands deftly twisted the stems into the base of the crown.
“I’m having trouble stopping the blood flow to the head.”
“What would that do?” Alina asked, staying focused on the crown.
“It should cause the person to lose consciousness.” I flipped my sketchbook open to the picture of a heart.
“Should?”
“We’ll it does, I just can’t do it right.” My pencil scratched against the paper and I used my finger to shade the shadows of the heart in.
“How are you adjusting to the Little Palace?” I asked, changing the subject.
Alina stopped tying the flowers into the crown and gave me a quick glance before getting back to her work. I could tell she wanted to ask more about training, but thankfully she didn’t.
“It’s certainly grand for a little palace.” She held up her crown and showed it to me. The finished product had purple and pink flowers weaved together in a complicated braided pattern. “I wrote a letter to Mal to invite him to the palace. It’s being sent out today.”
“It’s pretty,” I nodded to her crown. “Letters usually take a week or so to go to the fold and back. I wrote one to my friend Anya who’s stationed at Kribirsk.”
“You mentioned her before.” Alina paused before putting the crown on my head and smiling at me.
“She’s like my sister.” I said truthfully as I grinned. The floral perfume of the flowers reminded me of Anya. “We grew up together, like you and Mal.”
“It’s hard not having him here.” Alina said dejectedly. “I’d always talk to him about my dreams.”
My pencil stopped moving and I raised my eyebrow. “Your dreams?”
Alina blushed and looked at her feet before they started to shuffle. “I’ve had these dreams for as long as I can remember.” She said honestly. “They’re always about this stag. Everytime. It’s a beautiful stag, it’s a pale white and has these complicated antlers that make this strange shape when it looks at you straight on. They’ve been happening more often since I’ve come here.” She had a faraway look in her eye.
“Hmmmmm.” I said thoughtfully. “Could you draw it?” I opened up my book to a new page and held out my book and pencil. “Sometimes I draw my nightmares when I get them. It just helps to get it out of my head.” To be honest, I could probably fill three sketchbooks with the amount of paper I’ve used to draw the fold and it’s demonic inhabitants.
“I’ve drawn him before.” Alina said looking at the book I was handing her, but not taking it. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” She shook her head.
“It’s no problem.” I said, keeping my hand holding the book outstretched. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I find it helps me.”
She gave the book one more critical look before gently taking it from me.
I assumed as she started drawing on the paper that she didn’t want to talk, so I studied the gardens we were in and thought about my move again. Deep breath, touch hands, bring them out, feel the blood rushing through the veins, slowly focus on stopping the liquid from fully reaching the head.
There was someone watching Alina and I from the balcony of another building, but I shut them out, focusing on these moves again and again, as the sun shone down brightly on my face.
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Aleksander’s POV
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The two of them were getting closer and Aleks smiled at the fact that his plan was moving just as he had expected. The Sun Summoner and the Shadow Healer. Two impressionable people that he’s waited centuries for.
Alina was drawing something in your sketchbook, while you were just sitting there, eyes closed, relaxed. It was a stark contrast to when he had first met you. Delirious in a healer’s tent with black blood drenching your kefta and the cot you were on.
He wasn’t there when you had emerged from the Fold, and when he heard the rumors, he had assumed that they were false. Laughed them off, in fact. A sole survivor didn’t happen, the volcra always took everyone, leaving only death and chaos behind. It wasn’t until one of his higher ranking Inferni had personally come to the palace that he had realized that the rumors were true and had left the next morning.
The camp was as loud and boisterous as it always was, the only difference being that the second and first army alike were talking in hushed whispers about the lone survivor. Some said that it was a male squallor who had used his powers to pull the volcra away from him. Racking his brain, Aleks did indeed recall a gifted squallor being on that trip. Henrik was always testing the limits of his powers and had stood out for his exemplary leadership from a young age. It wouldn’t have surprised him that he had made it out.
He rode his horse over to the crowd surrounding the tent and inwardly preened as the people there separated to let him through. It was good to know that his reputation still preceded him. He easily dismounted the steed and handed him to a stable boy who had run over upon seeing his entrance.
His oprichniki followed his lead, and without hesitation, he stepped into the tent. The smell of rotting flesh and blood tinged the air, as it did with the majority of healer tents. It didn’t bother him however, as he strode over to a dark haired young man tending a covered figure surrounded by hung blankets for what little privacy could be had in the sweltering tent.
“Moi soverennyi,” The young man gave him a quick bow before walking over to move the blankets for him.
Aleks was taken aback by the sight in front of him. Instead of Henrik, as he had assumed, it was a young girl. A healer. Her weak frame looked malnourished and she shivered despite the fact that the tent made him feel like he was being cooked alive. Her h/c hair was full of sweat and as his eyes trailed down her figure, he noticed a large black gash on her thigh and hip.
“Is this her?” He asked sternly looking at the healer.
“Yes moi soverennyi. Her injuries were very severe, and despite our best efforts, we are unable to stop the bleeding on her hip. It’s a miracle she survived as long as she has. We don’t think she’ll last much longer.” He heard the man’s voice waver at the last sentence.
“Are the two of you close?” He asked politely, not truly caring at the response, but studying her leg from afar.
“Yes, moi soverennyi, we both arrived here around the same time, I was supposed to accompany her on the skiff when I had gotten reassigned.” Ah, so survivor’s guilt is why this young man kept a diligent watch over you.
“What is your name?” He asked absently.
“Ruslan. Moi soverennyi.” The boy, Ruslan, answered quickly. He gave you another nervous look, as if you had taken a turn for the worse since he had spoken to him.
“Leave us Ruslan, and you can leave too.” He dismissed his guard with a wave of his hand.
Ruslan looked like he wanted to argue, but with one stern look from Ivan, he slowly shuffled out of the tent.
When the two of you were alone, Aleks stepped closer and sat at the chair where Ruslan had been. He watched your shaking frame with a critical eye, not saying anything. How a scrawny thing like you were able to survive was beyond him, and he kept trying to think of every possible outcome of this scenario. If you happened to survive, which was very doubtful, he would have to take you to the Tsar eventually. But if you were to die here… alone, he wouldn’t have to worry about your story driving the Tsar to publicly widen the search for the sun summoner. He had to keep the efforts of the search quiet to ensure that the Tsar didn’t get ahold of that power before him. After all, the Tsar was never inclined to chase the myths that Aleks knew to be facts.
With his mind made up, a shadow swirled around his outstretched fingers, and he moved towards your injury. Perhaps a little more merzost running through your veins would do the trick, while still making it look like you succumbed from your injuries. He felt the cool tendrils of his power branch off from his hand and connect to your hip. The second the shadow touched you, he saw your body stiffen drastically, and your breathing became more ragged. Without batting an eye, he had already come up with a plan to dispose of the boy when your hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.
He cursed at the surprising touch, but continued his efforts while trying to break your grip. Your hands were ice cold, but held on as if they were made of iron, not allowing him to break free. Bodies had done stranger things in an attempt to stay alive.
As his power continued to poison your body, your hand relaxed and eventually dropped to hang off of the cot. He pressed his long fingers to your neck and felt for a pulse, when there was none, the shadows evaporated and he stood from his seat. He should have felt guilt, perhaps remorse, but all he had seen you as at the time was something in the way of his plans.
He had reached the blankets that made up the small room when his blood froze. There were slight crackling noises that had definitely not been there before. He whipped around and his eyes widened at the grisly sight before him. He hadn’t noticed the corpses before, but as their arms jerkily shot up into the air, the joints between bones twisting in the way that looked unnatural, he noticed your fingers twitching.
The decaying body on your right, jerkily sat up and he could hear the bones in his neck snapping as the corpse turned to look at him. The white eyes of the soldier following the body’s movements a second too late to look normal.
You murmured softly and the man reached his rotting arm towards him, but falling into an inanimate heap on the floor as your fingers stopped twitching. Running to your bedside, he pressed his fingers to your neck and felt your pulse jump under his touch and begin to grow stronger.
He gave one more look to the body on the floor before taking a small dagger from his cloak. He gave your prone body an eerie grin as he noticed that the bleeding on your leg had stopped. With no ceremony, he dragged the blade across the palm of his hand. Now this was something he could work with.
Omg wait WHAT
He tried to fucking k word her?!
And then she re-animated a corpse? ARE U KIDDING
This story is just blowing me away
I’m so glad your enjoying the story so far. Lol I honestly had no idea that was going to happen in the story until it just did and I was all: “Hmmmmm imma keep that in.”
I’m baaaaaaaaaack! Here is the next chapter! I’ve also written the next one and am posting that as well to thank you all for being so patient! I also would like to thank everyone for all of the love this series has gotten! I started writing this right after the show came out, but am just now able to post it online and am so happy to be writing again!
Chapter warnings: mention of past non con and angst
Y/N’s POV
“Stay behind me and act natural.” You whispered to the man who had begrudgingly introduced himself as Kaz. “Ivan! Is everything ready?” You stepped in front of Kaz to distract Ivan.
“Everything is in place, Miss y/l/n. You’ve been ordered to keep to the walls tonight, more people means more threats.”
“On Kirigan, Alina, or the royals?” The two of you walked into the demonstration room and in the corner of your eye you saw Kaz meet up with a Suli girl, but you heard his heart race when he looked at her.
He let out a scoff at that. “Right on the nose, now get in position, Alina is about to enter.”
“You got it boss!” You said with your normal cheeky salute as you walked away.
As you casually made your way to the back wall of the grand room, you felt a strong hand wrap around your arm.
“You look lovely.” Aleksander said, pulling you fatter into the shadows. He had done well to not attract the attention of the rest of the guests. He always seemed to love his grand entrances.
You did look lovely. All Grisha had one pair of formal keftas, and yours was even more detailed and intricate than your regular uniform. The main difference was the white fur that lined the neck and bottom of the coat. When you had put it on and styled your hair earlier, you had marveled at the feel of the silk against your skin and how it fit in all the right places.
“I try.” You gave him a small smile. Whatever happened, he could not know that you planned to leave.
“I expect you to be on your best behavior tonight.” He brushed his hand against your cheek and looked at you with a content smile. “I may have a surprise for you.”
You raised your eyebrow at that with a smile. “You’re not going to tell me what it is aren’t you?” You quipped back with your hands on your hips and a smile.
“Come find me after the celebrations are over and I’ll show you.” After a quick glance around, he gave you a quick peck on the lips and strode away.
“I wasn’t aware he was your lover.” You heard Kaz grumble from behind the column.
“I’ll tell you all about it when you tell the Suli girl how you feel.” You snarked back, chuckling as Feydor shoved a pink macaroon into Ivan’s stoic face which slowly turned into a wide grin.
“I could still leave you here.” Kaz responded, standing next to you.
“Why help me in the first place? Something tells me you don’t pick up strays unless you get something out of it.” You hated these parties. All the rich stuffy ambassadors and nobles that always gave the grisha dirty looks and scoffed at them when Kirigan wasn’t around. At least the gossip was interesting.
“Someone paid for your passage.” He said simply as the Kaelish ambassador walked by.
“Who-“ You stopped as he splashed a glass of wine onto his uniform and feigned as if the man had bumped into him.
“Stick to the plan.” He whispered, before turning to Ivan and Feydor.
You rolled your eyes at his strange tactics, but only watched as he walked away.
You sighed as you scanned the party and watched as the crowd parted to allow Aleksander to slip back into the room. You didn’t know what to think about him, and how much of it was from you or him. Either way, you knew that he only had bad intentions towards yourself and Alina, and there was no telling what would happen if tonight fell apart.
You may have loved Aleksander at one point, but you loved being free more.
As you watched the chattering crowds, they grew suddenly silent and you let out a low gasp at what drew their attention away.
Alina stood in the entrance of the room looking like a saint come to life. In a black kefta. You pushed away the bitterness that rose in your gut at the color of the coat. Aleksander had to have been the one to put her in that. But even then, you felt your heart patter as she locked eyes with you across the room and gave you a small smile.
You blinked in surprise, but watched as Aleksander walked up to her and the two talked quietly. You couldn’t help but listen as you could make out one sentence. “You look lovely, by the way.”
With that one sentiment from Aleksander you knew. He must have told her everything he told you. Played you both for fools and seduced two idiotically girls at the same time.
As the inferni twins began their show, your eyes stayed glued to the two of them. He couldn’t fool you now.
Shaking your head, you ended up looking at Genya as she glanced a longing gaze over to David. It seemed like love was in the air tonight. But you huffed a laugh as he only looked back to her when she looked away. If only you could be like them. Have what they obviously had.
The crowd gave a long round of applause as Alina walked to the stage with Aleksander right behind her. The crowd immediately silenced as he turned to face them.
“Her name is Alina Starkov. And she will bring liberation to us all.” Aleksander spoke regally.
She would. To everyone but herself most likely.
With a dramatic clap, the darkness spread across the room and engulfed everyone in shadows.
You held your breath as Alina stepped forward and light appeared from her hands.
“Come on Starkov.” You whispered to yourself.
As the light solidified into a small ball, you released the breath you had held and smiled as she split it into two.
With a slow wave of her hands, the glass flew across the room and the whole surface was engulfed in a beautiful blue light. “Wow.” You breathed quietly. As your neck craned to take it all in.
Aleksander looked around the room, taking in everyone’s expressions, as you stared straight at Alina. And she looked back at you. She smiled confidently as her arms gracefully moved towards her chest and your eyes locked with hers.
And with one more wave of her hands, the balls split into large lights, illuminating the room and chasing off the darkness that had engulfed it.
You smiled softly at her as the crowd began to kneel and whisper the words “Sankta Alina.”
She gave you one more smile before turning her head to look at Aleksander who watched her intently.
With everyone distracted, now was your only chance to get ready. You feel sad as you take in the wide room for what would probably be your last time.
Kaz would grab Alina, while you had to find a Zenimi man dressed in a footman’s uniform.
Welcome back! This part was beautifully written and I can’t wait for the next ones ❤️
Thank you!!!!! I’m so happy to be able to write again and really missed this series!
This one is a bit long, but I don’t think there are any chapter warnings besides mention of past non con and angst.
And the interrogation scene is next. I’m very excited for that one
You had nearly made it to the stables, when you heard a gunshot echo in the far corridors of the Little Palace. ‘Please tell me that was part of your plan Kaz.’ You thought desperately to yourself as you shoved your few belongings you had stashed in your old room into a weathered pack.
As much as you had loved your fete dress, it was left behind with all of your other uniforms. You finished hastily buttoning your shirt before grabbing your old shoes from the front. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t see a grisha, just another commoner and that’s what you wanted.
You swallowed slightly as you carefully began to undo your leg brace. It had now become as much of a part of you as your injury had, but David himself had said that the metal he had used was rare. And that meant easily tracked.
As you slid the metal off of you, you cradled it in your arms and smiled at it. Perhaps it was stupid to feel so attached to something material, but this thing had given you a bit of your past back. It had stopped the pain from spreading up your thigh and had allowed you to be more mobile.
But you couldn’t dwell on that now, so you shoved the brace away and grabbed a nearby roll of bandages to keep yourself more sturdy.
After skillfully completing your wrap, you pulled up a pair of brown trousers and grabbed an old ratted coat that Ruslan had lent you before you left. It was time.
Slowly opening the door, you poked your head out and made your way to the place Kaz had shown you where the Zemini would be.
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Aleksander’s POV
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“What is it?” Aleks asked breathlessly as he opened his chamber doors. The last kiss he had shared with Alina still on his mind.
“Marie and Genya were attacked in the fitting room.” Ivan said seriously. “Alina was the target.”
Aleksander stiffened at that. He had known that people were after his sun summoner, but the thought that they were able to get into the Little palace left him uneasy.
“We have a suspect in custody.”
“Wait here.” Any annoyance at the interruption was gone. He had to make sure that there was no longer any threat. He finally had the stag within his grasp, and would be damned if Alina was killed before he could complete his plan.
Quickly shutting the door he walked to Alina and gave her his best smile.
“Is something wrong?” Her eyes were wide as she looked at him with concern.
“It’s nothing.” He brushed off easily. “I’ll leave my guards outside until I return.” He ran his hands down her small shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. He was so close. Too close for anyone to mess up what he had planned for Y/n and Alina.
“I’ll be waiting.” She said breathlessly as he caressed her cheek.
With a small nod he walked away but froze Galway to the door in favor of turning back to sneak one last kiss. She tasted like strawberries, and he couldn’t help but think of how you tasted like mint when he kissed you. As his lips pressed against Alina’s again, he forced himself to pull away. He could kiss her later, when the threat was dealt with and Ravka was theirs to rule, but he couldn’t help but feel the same pull of attraction he had felt towards Y/n. The one that made him want to stay in bed with her all day and never stop kissing her.
As he walked out of the room, he nodded to Ivan. “Take me to him.” He said sternly. “Any clue how he got in?”
“He hasn’t talked yet.” Ivan said as the two quickly made their way through the maze of halls.
“He will.” Aleksander said nonchalantly. “Bring Volkov as well. Two people sneaking into the Little Palace tonight is not a coincidence we can afford.”
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Y/n’s POV
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You shivered as you walked through the stables and leaned heavily on your cane. Your leg was much weaker now without your brace, and with each step you felt a familiar pain shoot up your thigh.
Leaving the musty rooms, you hobbled slowly towards the only carriage set up to leave.
“Can I help you, miss?” A deep voice asked from behind you. The Zemini was there when you turned around just as Kaz said he would be.
“Looks like you’re my ride, Kaz sent me.” You whispered softly.
The man’s eyes widened at the name and he whipped his head around to see if anyone had heard. “You’re y/l/n aren’t you?” He asked, putting his hands on his hips. “Saints Kaz found you fast.”
“More like I found him.” You responded with a shrug. “He had briefly mentioned that my passage out of here was bought. What does that mean?”
The man gave an exaggerated shrug. “Dunno. Kaz never tells me anything. Be glad he told me to expect you otherwise you’d have a bullet in your brain.”
“I appreciate not getting shot.” You said with an easy smile. “I’m Y/n.” You held out your hand.
“Jesper Fahey.” He shook your hand excitedly with a large grin. “What order are you?”
“Both a healer and heartrender.” You replied with a smile. “I’m a bit of a… special case.”
“Interesting.” He said thoughtfully. “Do you like it? Being grisha?”
You sighed and braced yourself against a large tree. “I love it. Healing others and doing something bigger than myself? I may not have had a choice, but it was perfect. Even after my accident.” You gestured to your knee. “I got it in the fold.” You explained before he could ask. “No one was able to fix it, but I still did my job, and did it well too.”
“So, what happened?” He asked seriously. “Why leave if it was so great?”
“Men are the same everywhere. Grisha or non grisha alike.” You thought back to the king and Aleksander. “Well men in power at least. You seem nice.”
He laughed at that. “Tell me about it. In Ketterdam we have entire houses that take advantage of young women. Have to stop myself everyday from going in there and shooting the bastards responsible for it.”
You nodded as you took in his tense expression. “I don’t think I’d have that much control.” You said honestly. “But it would be a bit obvious if a bunch of mobsters all fell down dead at the same time.”
He laughed again at that. “If you have any ideas on how to get away with it let me-“ Jesper froze and flattened the two of you against the tree. “You can’t be serious.” He whispered.
“What?” You hissed trying to look.
He released you and motioned for you to keep quiet.
Your eyes widened as you spotted Alina in plain brown clothes creeping towards your carriage.
The two of you stayed frozen as she pushed herself into the chest in the back.
Jesper let out a breathless laugh and you blinked at the scene. “Do- do all your heists go off like that?”
“Saints no. Usually there’s a part where we all face certain doom and have to cut our losses before coming out on top.” He started to laugh hysterically as he held out his hand for you.
You took it as you shook your head and he helped lead you towards the carriage. You’d be fine once you got used to not having your brace, but for now you weren’t used to being without it.
“What happened? You okay?” He asked, as Kaz and the Suli girl walked over.
The two looked disheveled and you swore you could smell the faint scent of smoke on their clothes.
“She’s real, Jesper. She made the light sing.” The girl whispered reverently.
“We lost her.” Kaz said gruffly, causing you and Jesper to look at each other with a smile.
“Did we?” He asked as you climbed into the carriage and winced at another sharp pain.
“We don’t know where she is.” The girl gave you a curt nod before climbing next to you.
“Don’t we?” You and Jesper laughed as the two men sat themselves on the seat. “Just ask.”
“Jesper-“
“Just ask.”
He gripped the reins tightly as Kaz glared at him.
“Fine. Do we have a fix on where the target is?”
With a small snort, Jesper flicked the reins and you were off.
I’m baaaaaaaaaack! Here is the next chapter! I’ve also written the next one and am posting that as well to thank you all for being so patient! I also would like to thank everyone for all of the love this series has gotten! I started writing this right after the show came out, but am just now able to post it online and am so happy to be writing again!
Chapter warnings: mention of past non con and angst
Y/N’s POV
“Stay behind me and act natural.” You whispered to the man who had begrudgingly introduced himself as Kaz. “Ivan! Is everything ready?” You stepped in front of Kaz to distract Ivan.
“Everything is in place, Miss y/l/n. You’ve been ordered to keep to the walls tonight, more people means more threats.”
“On Kirigan, Alina, or the royals?” The two of you walked into the demonstration room and in the corner of your eye you saw Kaz meet up with a Suli girl, but you heard his heart race when he looked at her.
He let out a scoff at that. “Right on the nose, now get in position, Alina is about to enter.”
“You got it boss!” You said with your normal cheeky salute as you walked away.
As you casually made your way to the back wall of the grand room, you felt a strong hand wrap around your arm.
“You look lovely.” Aleksander said, pulling you fatter into the shadows. He had done well to not attract the attention of the rest of the guests. He always seemed to love his grand entrances.
You did look lovely. All Grisha had one pair of formal keftas, and yours was even more detailed and intricate than your regular uniform. The main difference was the white fur that lined the neck and bottom of the coat. When you had put it on and styled your hair earlier, you had marveled at the feel of the silk against your skin and how it fit in all the right places.
“I try.” You gave him a small smile. Whatever happened, he could not know that you planned to leave.
“I expect you to be on your best behavior tonight.” He brushed his hand against your cheek and looked at you with a content smile. “I may have a surprise for you.”
You raised your eyebrow at that with a smile. “You’re not going to tell me what it is aren’t you?” You quipped back with your hands on your hips and a smile.
“Come find me after the celebrations are over and I’ll show you.” After a quick glance around, he gave you a quick peck on the lips and strode away.
“I wasn’t aware he was your lover.” You heard Kaz grumble from behind the column.
“I’ll tell you all about it when you tell the Suli girl how you feel.” You snarked back, chuckling as Feydor shoved a pink macaroon into Ivan’s stoic face which slowly turned into a wide grin.
“I could still leave you here.” Kaz responded, standing next to you.
“Why help me in the first place? Something tells me you don’t pick up strays unless you get something out of it.” You hated these parties. All the rich stuffy ambassadors and nobles that always gave the grisha dirty looks and scoffed at them when Kirigan wasn’t around. At least the gossip was interesting.
“Someone paid for your passage.” He said simply as the Kaelish ambassador walked by.
“Who-“ You stopped as he splashed a glass of wine onto his uniform and feigned as if the man had bumped into him.
“Stick to the plan.” He whispered, before turning to Ivan and Feydor.
You rolled your eyes at his strange tactics, but only watched as he walked away.
You sighed as you scanned the party and watched as the crowd parted to allow Aleksander to slip back into the room. You didn’t know what to think about him, and how much of it was from you or him. Either way, you knew that he only had bad intentions towards yourself and Alina, and there was no telling what would happen if tonight fell apart.
You may have loved Aleksander at one point, but you loved being free more.
As you watched the chattering crowds, they grew suddenly silent and you let out a low gasp at what drew their attention away.
Alina stood in the entrance of the room looking like a saint come to life. In a black kefta. You pushed away the bitterness that rose in your gut at the color of the coat. Aleksander had to have been the one to put her in that. But even then, you felt your heart patter as she locked eyes with you across the room and gave you a small smile.
You blinked in surprise, but watched as Aleksander walked up to her and the two talked quietly. You couldn’t help but listen as you could make out one sentence. “You look lovely, by the way.”
With that one sentiment from Aleksander you knew. He must have told her everything he told you. Played you both for fools and seduced two idiotically girls at the same time.
As the inferni twins began their show, your eyes stayed glued to the two of them. He couldn’t fool you now.
Shaking your head, you ended up looking at Genya as she glanced a longing gaze over to David. It seemed like love was in the air tonight. But you huffed a laugh as he only looked back to her when she looked away. If only you could be like them. Have what they obviously had.
The crowd gave a long round of applause as Alina walked to the stage with Aleksander right behind her. The crowd immediately silenced as he turned to face them.
“Her name is Alina Starkov. And she will bring liberation to us all.” Aleksander spoke regally.
She would. To everyone but herself most likely.
With a dramatic clap, the darkness spread across the room and engulfed everyone in shadows.
You held your breath as Alina stepped forward and light appeared from her hands.
“Come on Starkov.” You whispered to yourself.
As the light solidified into a small ball, you released the breath you had held and smiled as she split it into two.
With a slow wave of her hands, the glass flew across the room and the whole surface was engulfed in a beautiful blue light. “Wow.” You breathed quietly. As your neck craned to take it all in.
Aleksander looked around the room, taking in everyone’s expressions, as you stared straight at Alina. And she looked back at you. She smiled confidently as her arms gracefully moved towards her chest and your eyes locked with hers.
And with one more wave of her hands, the balls split into large lights, illuminating the room and chasing off the darkness that had engulfed it.
You smiled softly at her as the crowd began to kneel and whisper the words “Sankta Alina.”
She gave you one more smile before turning her head to look at Aleksander who watched her intently.
With everyone distracted, now was your only chance to get ready. You feel sad as you take in the wide room for what would probably be your last time.
Kaz would grab Alina, while you had to find a Zenimi man dressed in a footman’s uniform.
Hey guys! So I’ve decided to start a tag list so if you are interested in being on it, please comment below or message me! I hope to restart my two big series again, but they take time since I have to sit down and make sure that they line up with the plot of the show. But I am definitely getting back into the Shadows and Scars mindset so that would probably be written first. As always if you have any requests you can send them in! I also started writing for Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, and Steve Kemp. (Note: I will try to write DID as well as I can for the moon knight boys, but if you have any tips please send them in!) Now that I finished up my classes, updates should be more regular.
Recently i read a fic of darkling x reader. Reader was heartrender i think. It was a oneshot. Alina and Mal escape with the reader during the fete. The reader is of his side so she leaves hints for the darkling to find them. She also saves Mal when Baghra’s ppl atack mal. I remember it named Plan B or something along the lines but I’m not able to find it now. Please help
Oh, yeah, that’s one of mine! Thank you for tagging me, @restingbitchsblog you’re an angel
