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The Reaper's Keeper Masterlist

 Ao3 and Wattpad

Summary: Life in the lab is all you know. Raised to be your creator's perfect weapon. What will happen when a group of superheroes accidentally rescued you? What will you do with this newly found freedom you never had before? Will you actually live up to your title until the very end?

Chapter Index:

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10

‘I’m just protecting my investments’

Kaz Brekker is that you?

distracted | klaus mikaelson x reader

@kimljn​ requests: can i please make a request where klaus loves flirting/fighting/bantering with the witch that’s helping him when she’s trying to work bc he loves pissing her off and loves how flustered she gets around him and he especially loves doing it in front of other people bc he’s an asshole skdhjsdhkl

pairing: klaus mikaelson x reader 

a/n: ok i hope u like it there is plenty of banter but also fluff and yearning <3 

warnings: i mess with canon in the originals a little but it’s absolutely insignificant it’s just a few witches, and hayley only exists briefly and for elijah’s sake (aka no baby). WE ARE YEARNING TONIGHT! soft!klaus! mature language, violence and threats, and klaus gets jealous, and he gets protective. sort of a rushed ending,, sorry. 

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Okay but the Darkling using the Fold to protect his country isn’t even out of the realm possibilities and actually a pretty reasonable way to keep his borders in control. Like we haven’t seen the Chinese do EXACTLY that with the Chinese Wall and the ancient Romans do with Hadrian’s Wall. Keeping the Fold surrounded in Ravka while at the same time controlling it with his Grisha, keeps both his people safe and ends that endless war they’re fighting. He’d reunite west and east Ravka if he and Alina work together actually, prompting trade to flow back into the rest of Ravka, both feeding his people and refilling the crown’s treasury.

And I’m sure the Darkling usurping the crown is framed as a bad thing, but if you look at the big picture... He is immortal, he would hold that seat for as long as he lives and bring stability to his country. No such thing as change in government when he dies and his heir follows because it will always be him. There isn’t a power vacuum after some unpopular king dies bc it will always be him. No risk of incompetent monarchs fucking shit up both for Grisha or plunging the country in unnecessary wars bc it will always be him. We’re talking about a perpetual regime that actually can have progressive growth because it will always be him. He’s had 500 years of serving countless kings on his repertoire, you cannot tell me he doesn’t know how to effectively rule a country. To secure his throne he could actually have Sankta Alina as his queen, Nikolai saw the truth in that by proposing to her, but Alina would have the better hold and be in a better position of power to not only rein in Aleksander’s more ruthless approaches, while at the same time actually helping the geopolitical situation the country is currently in. Who else better to be a queen than someone who thought she’d been non-Grisha all her life until it turns out that she was one? Who else better to gap the divide between the Grisha and otkazat’sya than a queen who knows and sees the perspective of both sides?

Idk. to me Shadow King and Sun Queen sounded like a better outcome for the Grisha and for Ravka in the long run than whatever the heck happened in canon.

This right here is facts. Say it louder for the people in the back.

I swear, after Alina left LP she was giving me headaches(well, more like LB did). All Darkling's bad and evil characteristics/deeds were conjured from thin air. No witnesses, no proof. Her stay at LP and people reacting to him tells us otherwise. Not even Baghra painted him like that. Why are assumptions presented as facts. Why does the author thinks that's enough? And why do I feel like I'm being gaslighted??

You’re preaching to the choir, Anon. 🙌 I truly do not know. And it really does pain me, because with a few small changes all of these things could have been resolved easily.

(This got long)

There are various times throughout the book when LB writes one thing, Alina says another thing happened, and then chapters later Alina says yet another thing happened. It’s like a slow creeping game of telephone that’s gets more and more different with each recitation.

It made me feel like I was remembering things wrong, I’d go back and realize, Alina was wrong, but it’s not treated like a statement from an unreliable narrator. It’s not addressed or broken down or used later for some form of catharsis. There’s never any pushback from the narrative.

Things that would have improved the story (with little effort):

Have Alina notice things are out of place at the LP, have her develop her sleuthing skills, just enough that she discovers things to later put together. This would support Baghra’s claims.

Have her find her letters in Genya’s room.

More scenes with the Apparat (because that feels like a dropped political plot line)

Another scene with the king where he tries to sway her away from Grisha/the Darkling.

Scenes with other Grisha outside of Marie and Nadia- the only Grisha Alina ever interacts with other than Genya. She needs to talk with them, see the lives they’ve lived, the things they’ve endured, the horrible things they’ve escaped from. Have her talk to the children, maybe ones from Kerch or Fjerda.

Alina needs to see the impact of the war on Grisha- have her see Grisha recovering from captivity in Shu Han in the infirmary. Just glimpses whole her ribs are healing. Enough for her to imagine another life and another fate she might have endured.

Issues with Catharsis (the plot twist sucks):

She already doesn’t trust the Darkling which lessens the effectiveness of the reveal. LB telegraphed the Darkling reveal from Day 1, so when the hot guy all in black called the Darkling ends up being the bad guy… gasp? I mean fucking duh.

So, when Alina’s all “you betrayed me!” I’m over here like… this was entirely expected and I don’t know why you’re so surprised.

Alina is never convinced, she never buys into it, and without that investment, the reader can’t invest either.

Baghra’s claims… are just ridiculous. And the only way they make sense is if you know the ending beforehand. That is bad writing. There’s no clues littered along the way, no evidence of some master plan of manipulation on the Darkling’s part. Alina just believes Baghra based on zero evidence.

In Alina’s position, who are you going to believe: the man who’s supported you every step of the way, saved your life, and you have a budding romance with?

Or, the woman who hits you all the time, never calls you by your name, insults you, drugs you, and never gives an ounce of encouragement or approval at any of your accomplishments? Who’s now screaming that the Darkling is going to lay waste to the world and have volcra eat everyone.

LB is nuts if she thinks I’m going to believe Baghra in this scenario.

It’s presented as a zero sum game: spend a short life running, or live as a slave.

But it’s a false dichotomy. These are not Alina’s only choices.

The solution is simple: Alina needs more information. She should have stayed at the Little Palace to gather evidence. Jump into a cat and mouse game that could have been absolutely hair raising with suspense.

If she had made her own choices, taken her agency and her position of power, the story would have been much more interesting. But instead, she allows everyone else to make choices for her.

And LB only encourages that, and punishes Alina when she does claw her way into some agency. You’re right, Anon, at a certain point it feels like she’s gaslighting the reader. Making me question my own reading of the story, and carrying on with this altered version of events that never happened.

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"Sanctuary" Part II

Part I here

Billy Russo x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: oral sex, rough unprotected sex, slightly dubious consent, Billy being that asshole.

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Billy never thought he would feel like that again. 

Back when he was serving overseas with Frank and Curt, he was swift, silent, deadly. He was strong and fearless, he was damn near invincible, and he knew it, knew he was exceptional. But ever since he had woken up chained to that hospital bed, all he had felt, all that he knew anymore was pain, and shame, and that inescapable fear coloring his every waking moment. Even as he killed that asshole from the bus and Arthur, it hadn't been like before. He was just a beat-up, rabid dog lashing out. He was a revenant, a shadow of what he used to be. 

And that was what he saw, when he looked at himself in your bathroom mirror, a monster, with every bad thing he had ever done written all over his face. That was the reason he was okay with the pitying looks Dr. Dumont was always throwing his way, he thought that was the best he could expect in his new reality. But that wasn't pity in your eyes when you ran into him shirtless in your bathroom. It wasn't disgust either. 

It was desire. 

Billy used to be familiar enough with it to recognize that look, the way your breath hitched, the obvious flush to your cheeks as he held your gaze. And he might have been broken, but he wasn't blind, he could see you were beautiful, the kind of understated beauty who didn't even know the effect she had on people. After all, there was no denying the effect you had had on him when you had opened your door like that, barefooted and hair disheveled, naked legs on display in the tiniest cotton shorts he had ever seen. He had simply shoved it down, pushed it aside, another item in the long list of things he could never have again. 

Except now he was beginning to understand perhaps he could, and he was nothing if not an opportunist, if a chance presented itself, he would grab it and hold onto it with both hands. 

Far from discouraged when you stepped back as he took a step towards you, he took a second one, and then another, extending his hand to push the bathroom door closed and cage you against it. 

“Going somewhere, little girl?”

Your throat wobbled as you swallowed hard, the small movement drawing his attention to the soft collum of your neck, too tempting for his fingers not to follow his eyes. 

So much for the impulse control your dear sister was trying to instill into him.

“Are you scared?” it was a valid question, he could feel your pulse, beating fast as a hummingbird against his fingertips, but you shook your head no. He smiled, “Brave girl… I think you deserve a treat, don't you?” 

Billy didn't wait for your reply before crashing his lips to yours a little harder than he intended, but you were so soft, so pliant under his hands and your mouth tasted so sweet his self-control, feeble to begin with, didn't stand a chance. Soon as you parted your lips -for him or for air, Billy couldn't say he cared- he shoved his tongue into your mouth, chasing the sweetness, the warmth. 

“You taste so good,” he murmured against your jawline when you parted for oxygen, “wonder if you taste this good everywhere…”

“What's stopping you?” You dared, turning your head to capture his lips again, obviously eager. It made Billy's blood sing, the little reminder that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Boldened, he let his hands roam down your body, alternatively feeling and squeezing, exploring, till they finally reached the bottom of your oversized Kate Bush t-shirt and lifted it over your head. 

“Fuck!” The awed curse escaped his mouth before he could stop it when he finally got a full, unobstructed view of your breasts, making you giggle. It was so fucking endearing he almost giggled himself, giddy at the sight of your smile. “Shut up” why did his cheeks feel so hot? “Its been a while, and these are fucking glorious”

You only chuckled again, so he buried his face in your chest, licking and nibbling, effectively shutting you up. The moan that left your lips as he latched into a nipple sent sparks straight to his dick. He quickly decided it didn't even matter if you came to your senses before letting him fuck you, he would gladly jerk off for the rest of his life to the lovely little sounds you were making. So, he moved to show your other nipple the same attention, softly caressing around the other with his thumb, lest it felt neglected. It seemed to be the right move, because Billy could feel as you slowly relaxed under his hands. He took full advantage of it, trailing wet kisses lower and lower until he was on his knees in front of you. 

It was your turn to curse as his hot mouth made contact with your clothed crotch, making him smirk in satisfaction. He had planned to tease you like that for a while, but the liquid fire in your eyes as he looked up to see your face convinced him otherwise; to watch you fall apart for him was a far more tempting prospect. 

Keeping eye contact, he hooked his fingers to the waistband of your shorts, a silent request for consent, which you gave with a nod. Billy didn't waste a second after that, getting rid of both your shorts and underwear in a single move. 

The first taste of you was heavenly. You didn't taste like strawberries or pineapple, a fruit-flavored pussy didn't exist, but he could have spent his life sipping up that slightly tangy, almost cloying sweetness of yours. He didn't think you would be opposed to the idea, if your thrown back head and soft noises leaving your lips were anything to go by. He took hold of your leg, manhandling you until your thigh was over his shoulder to get better access before flattening his tongue to your slit, enjoying your surprised gasp. He switched to lightly grazing your clit with the tip of his tongue, immediately causing your hand to fly to the back of his head, trying and failing to find purchase to force him to press his face to your cunt, but he complied anyway, giving you exactly what you wanted. 

Hands around your hips to keep you steady, Billy ravished you with his tongue, as far as he could go, imitating what he wanted to do with his cock, as you whimpered and trembled above him.

“Billy… please” It was the first time Billy heard you say his name, and it did something to his insides.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” He asked while stroking your labia with his thumb, spreading the wetness to your clit just so he could start rubbing circles around it. It had the intended effect, accelerating your breathing, and making it harder for you to put words to your needs. 

"More…" You managed to choke out. Billy placed a little kiss on the inside of your thigh, an impulsive gesture, a whim he indulged in, refusing to analyze it further. 

"You want my fingers inside this pretty little pussy? Hmm? Or maybe…" He licked the spot your leg joined your torso, frustratingly close to where he knew you wanted it, "Maybe you want me to penetrate you with my tongue…"

You were nodding frantically, breathing out "yes" and "please" and incoherent, incomprensible promises Billy didn't even try to make sense of. It didn't matter, because he  wasn't planning on giving it to you anyway. 

"Sorry, sweetheart," He wasn't sorry at all, "But the first time I fuck you, it will be with my cock…" 

He felt your fingertips dig into his scalp.

"Oh, you like that? The thought of my big fat cock here between your legs? Going in and out again and again until you beg me to stop?" Ok, maybe he did want to fuck you after all and was not above manipulating you any way he could to get you to agree. Sue him. 

He stopped his thumbs movements, ignoring your cry of protest, standing to his full height, towering over your very naked form.

"Sorry, baby, but if you want me to fuck you, I'm gonna need to hear you say it"

You looked up, big doe eyes devoid of any doubts, 

"Billy Russo, please fuck me" 

That was all he needed. In two moves flat, his pants were down around his ankles and he had you turned around, grinding his cock against your bare ass, just to see it, to sear the image of his dick against your ass cheeks into his brain. He wanted to commit it all to memory, the way you bent over your bathroom counter, offering yourself up to him, the way your hot, hot center felt against his cock as he stroked the head against your slit, back and forwards, bumping your clit on purpose with every stroke, coating himself in the juices dripping out of you.

Lining himself up, the next stroke had him pushing inside, breaching your entrance, making you jump as if electrically shocked. 

"Wait! Condom!" 

Billy cursed internally. He had completely forgotten about protection, but he was already an inch deep and you felt so snug, so fucking-... so deliciously tight against his head he thought he would die if he had to part from your silky, wet warmth. 

"I'm clean. I know I'm clean. Just escaped from a hospital, remember?" 

He could see your uncertain look in the mirror, so he took the choice away from you, pushing into you with one long, unforgiving stroke. He would buy you Plan B, he would get the entire fucking farmacy for you if you asked, but he needed you, and he needed you now.

"I just wanna feel you for a minute" His tone was almost begging as he withdraw a couple of inches only to surge forward again, "Please just… let me feel you" 

But you couldn’t speak, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent "oh", so he kept thrusting, slowly building a rhythm. He had to go slow, otherwise he wasn't going to last, you felt too fucking amazing and he, well, he was touch starved, he could admit to that. 

"So good… look at that" He was mesmerized, eyes fixed on the place he was disappearing inside you, "You're taking me so fucking well…" 

And you were, even though he was obviously a little too big for you, even though there was a little resistance, you weren't complaining, you were letting him fuck you harder and deeper with every ondulation of his hips, bracing yourself on the sink, rocking your hips back. 

Greedy little thing…

But if you wanted more, he was going to give you more. He was going to fucking ruin you.

Snaking his arm around your waist, he pulled you in, forcing you to straighten up until your back was flushed with his chest. The angle wasn't completely right, he had to bend his knees to be able to keep going, but it was totally worth it when your eyes met his in the mirror. He could feel your walls clenching around his cock as you watched him fuck you, goosebumps breaking on your skin as he licked the side of your neck filthily. Your hand reached back to grab his buttock, urging him on.

"Billy…"

"Like this, pretty girl?.. like it dirty?" He taunted, hand traveling lower, fingers spreading your labia so you could see him spear you open in the mirror. 

"Fuck…" You threw your head back against his shoulder, unable to handle as he started to play with your clit again. Billy tsked.

"Oh, no, sweetheart… gotta open those pretty eyes… want you to look at me when I make you come…" 

And he prayed to every god he didn't believe in to be able to do it, to make you fall apart before he did, because he could already feel it, the tightness in his balls, the tension in the base of his spine building up. There was no stopping the noises making their way out of his throat, his rhythm slipping, sloppier. One of his hands flew to your hip bone, fingers digging in with bruising force to pull you to him as he thrusted into you, the other closing around your neck, squeezing your windpipe hard enough to cut the air flow. 

Your eyes finally met his in the mirror, wide, far too large, alarmed. Billy bared his teeth, squeezing harder, watching as you turned red, as your eyes grew impossibly bigger.

As you shivered, tight velvety walls rippling around his spasming cock, the liquid warmth of his come shooting deep inside you the last thing you felt before going limp in his arms. 

To be continued...

Hell I would’ve chosen Zoya or Genya. Nikolai was a very valid option too

alina was wrong, the Darkling and Mal are annoying af I would have choose Genya

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