‘I’m Just Protecting My Investments’

Wow just wow.

I could've finished at least some of my countless WIPs, but no, this new idea popped into my head...

Blood Is Thicker

Pairing: Vampire!Aleksander M & Vampire!Billy R & Vampire!Logan D x Fem!Reader

Summary: As Aleksander’s lover, you’re always eager to meet with the two other members of his rather unconventional coven.

Warnings [18+]: smut (everything in this fic has been discussed and consented to beforehand), the boys call each other brother but they are in no way related, biting, reader’s blood is consumed a lot, typical vampire vibes, soft dom!Aleksander, oral (fem receiving), fingering, foursome kinda, pain kink, praise kink, bondage, knife kink, hint of subspace, minor blood kink? reference to somnophilia, soft aftercare

(That is most definitely the longest warnings list I have ever made, and I’m kinda impressed by it)

A/N: this is my ‘official’ halloween fic, so happy Halloween and I hope you guys enjoy this (I’ve tagged a lot of people in this since it includes the majority of my character scope atm, please don’t feel the need to interact if the content in this isn’t for you)

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“There’s our little buffet,” Billy remarks as you enter the room, hand in hand with Aleksander. As always, Billy’s words have your stomach flipping in anticipation, and your cheeks warm as the duo lay their eyes on you.

“Hi Billy.” You say shyly, before glancing over at the figure leaning against the mantelpiece and giving him a small nod. “Logan.”

Aleksander’s mother was a particularly powerful witch, who hadn’t wanted her son to go through eternity alone. Using magic unknown to any of you, she had managed to locate her son’s doppelgängers.

Billy had been a soldier fighting in the civil war, charming every lady he came across and delighting in the violence he was allowed in the name of his cause. Logan had been her most recent find, a party-loving socialite from 1920s New York, disowned by his family for his wild nature.

Aleksander's doppelgängers both had vampire blood in them, meaning that they were originally human, but once they reached maturity - around the age of thirty Aleksander had explained to you - they grew into their vampire tendencies.

Despite their differences, the three of them are almost always of the same mind, especially when it comes to you. You had been surprised that Aleksander had shown any interest in you when you first met. The fact that his brothers were also enamored by you was even more of a surprise. Whilst their features are nearly identical, their mannerisms and appearances make it easy to tell them all apart.

They might all be the same height, but Aleksander seems the tallest. Perhaps because he’s the oldest. He’s the mature brother, solid and dependable. Serious, but he has the natural ease of someone who has lived through centuries. Aleksander has the confidence of someone who knows himself.

Billy holds himself straight, like a soldier, but his muscles are lean and poised, making him look the most agile of the three. His hair is always slicked back, not a strand out of place. Out of all of them, Billy is the one who puts the most thought into his appearance. Every cautionary tale that warns you about the seduction of vampires is proven right by Billy Russo.

Logan appears the most relaxed. Hair always ruffled, and clothing askew, he’s lively and up for absolutely anything. Whilst his cocky attitude might have some people believing the worst of him, Logan is still getting a grasp on the events of the last century or so. He’s eager for everything his new life can give him.

Aleksander narrows his eyes slightly as Logan takes a drink of whatever liquid sits in the crystal glass in his hand. By the scent alone, Aleksander will have identified whatever expensive vintage the younger vampire has brought up from the cellar. Even with his new taste for blood, it appears Logan hasn’t loss his love of alcohol.

“Pretty dress, darlin.” Billy says lowly as he stands up from the armchair next to the fireplace. The firelight flickers over his features as he buttons up the front of his suit jacket. The three of them fix their attention on you, no doubt imagining how your dress will be in tatters before long. Your thighs shift against one another and Billy smirks.

Logan hums his approval as his face dips down into the general vicinity of your throat, inhaling deeply.

“And you smell fucking delicious, sweet thing.”

Billy’s smirk darkens as he remarks teasingly,

“Hope you’ve been taking all your vitamins lately, gotta keep that sweet blood healthy and all.” Aleksander’s arm curls firmly around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

“Of course she has. Moya milaya is as good a girl as they come.”

Logan grins, taking another drink before he responds,

“Don’t we know it.”

Blood flushes to your cheeks, and the two of them shift slightly. You can see Billy’s shoulders lifting as he inhales the scent of your blush, and Logan grips tightly onto his glass. Aleksander smiles as he nuzzles his face against your cheek, and you can feel his pride at you being able to pull such a reaction from them both.

“Now if you’ll excuse us, gentlemen. We have a table to set.” Both of their eyes darken at the prospect of dinner, and you suppress the urge to bite your lip. Billy catches your gaze, and the corner of his mouth lifts,

“See you soon, darlin.”

-

Aleksander very rarely uses the dining hall. During mealtimes the two of you prefer to use whatever small table you can find in whichever room you are in at the time. There is a countless number to choose from, as Aleksander’s mansion verges into castle status in your opinion.

A crisp white tablecloth has been thrown over the length of the long narrow table, covering the dark wood beneath it. It’s only once you reach the end of the table that you let go of Aleksander’s hand and sit down on the edge of the fabric clad wood.

Aleksander steps to one side of the room, opening the drawer of a cabinet and pulling out a bundle of thick black ribbon. Once he returns to you, he stands between your parted legs, the ribbon discarded onto the table in favour of cupping your face in his hands.

“You’re certain about this?” He asks in a low voice, and you nod.

“We’ve done this before.” You remind him.

Last year had been the first time the three brothers had shared you, and you were excited to do it again despite the tingle of nerves in your stomach. He nods faintly as he brushes his nose over your cheek.

“Regardless. If you want to stop, at any point, you need only say the word. None of us wish to force you into anything.”

“I know.” You assure him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’d tell you to stop, I promise.”

At the sound of your promise, he pulls back and warmth floods down your body at the sight of him towering over you. The ribbon curls elegantly around his fingers as he surveys your reaction.

“Just like we practiced?” He prompts, and you nod eagerly.

With a gentle nudge, Aleksander guides you into lying down with your back flush against the table.

He wraps the ribbon around your calf, before bending your knee to fold your leg up. He allows a little slack as he ties it to your thigh, the dark fabric feeling both soft and firm at the same time. He loops another piece around your folded limb, tightening it, before he reaches down to the table leg and ties the end of the ribbon to the furniture.

He does the same to your other leg. With his heightened sense of smell, Aleksander is constantly aware of your blood flow, and ensures that none of his bindings restrict your circulation in any way. This wasn’t the first time you had been tied up by him, but you hadn’t been tied up the previous time you spent the night with the three vampire brothers. You had got the idea from an illustration in a book you had found in Aleksander’s study, detailing the ritual feeding of a coven.

Once both of your legs are bound, your heels planted on the tablecloth, with legs folded and spread open, you attempt to test the ribbon. Aleksander’s knots are always perfect, and you fail to do anything other than shift your hips slightly. You can't close your legs, the only movement you're allowed is to stretch them even further open.

“Comfortable?” You hum and nod. “Good girl.” He praises, pressing a kiss to your thigh which has you squirming against the hold of the ribbon. “Arms as well?”

His eyes darken at the sight of you, a pretty eager thing, half bound already, offering your wrists up to him. He can smell the blood pounding under your skin, and he leans forward to press his lips against the pulse point in each of your wrists. The scent of your arousal thickens in the air, and he growls lowly.

“So beautiful.” He whispers, wrapping more ribbon around your wrist and tying the end down to another table leg.

His eyes meet yours, and the monster howls inside him at the demure look in your eyes as you wait for him to corrupt you. Aleksander kisses you hungrily, his mouth hot and wet as he plunges his tongue between your lips. With your free hand you grasp onto a fistful of his hair, urging him closer, and relishing in the final movement you will be allowed for tonight.

His fingers curl firmly around your wrist, as his teeth graze over your lower lip in warning. You shiver as his hold tightens on you. The look you give him is so adoring he almost wonders if his control had somehow slipped, compelling you into loving him so much even with his fingers digging into your soft skin.

Aleksander presses a tender kiss to your wrist, and binds it in the same manner as the other before tying it down to another table leg.

Arms and legs spread wide, the skirt of your dress has ridden up, revealing your lack of underwear. You had picked out a pretty flowing dress of a very light pink with a short skirt that almost looked like a night dress. Not usually your style but the thought of looking so innocent while these vampires debauched you was far too appealing.

Aleksander kisses you again, deeply, and you can do nothing but accept his kiss with your entire body bound and helpless to resist him.

When he pulls away his eyes are alive with delight as he watches your chest heave in an attempt to gain back the air he had stolen from you. He steps away to pull at one of the bell strings, the one that will ring in the parlour where Billy and Logan are waiting.

Anticipation tingles over your skin, and the heat of your bare pussy burns, slick with need.

The door opens, and the two brothers pause as they enter. You can lift your head up to see them, but it puts a strain on your neck. Billy smirks darkly once he sees you, and Logan’s face breaks into a delighted grin.

“Youngest goes first.” He states eagerly and Billy turns to him with an offended frown.

“Since when?”

“Since always.”

Billy looks as if he’s about to argue, until Aleksander’s voice cuts between them both decidedly with a pointed reminder.

“We have all night.”

Aleksander pulls a chair out and sits down, resting his forearms on the table beside your head. He brushes a stray hair from your face tenderly, and your eyes flutter closed.

Billy selects a sharp, thin knife from the assortment of cutlery at the side of the room, before he sits down on your right-hand side, directly opposite Aleksander. Which leaves the head of the table for Logan, and he grins as he takes the seat that gives a perfect view of the mess between your thighs.

The three vampires exchange several looks between themselves, and you can't read any of their expressions, even as they appear to come to some sort of decision. Aleksander takes hold of your chin, his mouth meeting yours as you hear Billy and Logan moving. A pair of hands grasp at your hips as Logan leans over you, and Billy tugs on your clothed nipples. You whine into Aleksander's mouth as the onslaught of sensations threaten to consume you.

There's a tearing sound and your skin tingles with a burning warmth. Then the chill of the air meets your flushed skin, and you realise your dress has been torn completely from your body. There's a dark glint in Aleksander's eyes and the corner of his mouth quirks lightly as he releases your chin.

Cold metal brushes over your rib cage, and you turn to look at Billy with wide eyes.

Aleksander's rules had been created for your own safety, and to curb his protective nature. Only Aleksander was allowed to bite you. The other two could drink from you through less intimate means, such as sucking from shallow cuts. Aleksander was the only one allowed to kiss your lips or touch your neck. Aside from those areas, your body is theirs to enjoy.

You nod when Billy raises a questioning brow at you, and his smirk widens as he presses the knife against your skin. Pain blooms from the cut, in the form of a sharp sting that has you inhaling sharply. At that moment, Logan leans forward and licks a harsh stripe over your pussy. The edge of his tongue catches over your clit, and you cry out as Billy sucks at the blood blooming from your side. All the while, Aleksander watches you succumb to pleasure, occasionally gifting you soft kisses of encouragement.

Out of the three of them, Logan's facial hair is the longest, and it scraps against your skin as he mouths at your pussy. With Aleksander's expert binding, you can do nothing but sink into whatever pleasure he can grant you.

Billy removes his lips from your skin, allowing blood to trail from the cut. He smooths his hand over your side, and you breathe out a startled sigh at the jolt of pain. Then he's grasping at your breasts, his fingers sticky and red with your blood. You moan loudly, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as Logan curls his tongue, pushing it inside you to lap at your wetness.

Aleksander nuzzles his nose against your neck, pressing a kiss to the spot underneath your ear that has you shuddering. Your hands curl into fists, nails biting into your palms.

“I know you're close, milaya. Let go for us.” He murmurs. Tilting your head back, you hit your climax hard, spilling onto Logan's tongue with a cry. He continues to lap at the mess between your thighs, moving further away from your clit as you whine at the sensitivity.

Aleksander seizes a fistful of your hair, and you tip your head aside, bearing the length your neck to him. He mouths a series of kisses over your skin.

When Logan lifts his head up, you can see the smirk on his face, the lower half shimmering wet with your slick.

“Wanna switch?” Billy asks his brother, to which Logan shrugs with an easy grin,

“Sure.”

They swap places, and soon Billy's dark eyes are staring down at you from between your legs. Logan's lips are still sticky from your pussy as he presses a line of kisses from the cut on your side up to your breasts. Billy spends a moment tracing the handle of the knife through your soaked folds. You gasp at the sting of cold metal against your hot pussy. He spins the knife expertly in his hand, and you clench around nothing at his casual display of control.

He pushes the blade against your thigh, creating a small nick for him to drink from, before he hands the knife to Logan. Your stomach flips at the seamless way they communicate with one another - without any words.

You barely feel any pain from your thigh, and shudder at the sight of a dark red rivulet trailing its way down your skin. Billy laps it up quickly, his tongue scraping over your thigh as he pushes a finger inside you. A broken moan falls from your lips, and all three of them share an eager smile. He holds his finger still inside you, allowing you some respite as Logan slides the knife along the underside of your breast.

Aleksander takes the knife as Logan's mouth laves at the cut, ensuring that no one will accidentally get stabbed as things progress. His hand still in your hair, he presses a kiss to your forehead as Billy begins to thrust his finger inside you. It isn't long before another finger joins it, and you're crying out pleas as his fingers curl against the spot that has you staring wide eyed down at the two of them.

Logan's teeth nip lightly at your nipples, and you groan as you try to squirm against the restraints.

He's the first one of them to undo his trousers, his mouth still on you as he shoves his boxers down and fists his cock. Billy smirks against your skin, you know he's too prideful to be the first one to cave and touch himself. Logan is too hedonistic to care about such things, too busy enjoying your body to realise he has just lost some imaginary contest.

When Billy's head moves from the spot on your thigh, dropping down to lick at your swollen clit, you attempt to buck your hips with little success.

“Milaya, look at me.”

Your eyes lift from watching Billy as his tongue flicks against your clit, and you soon find Aleksander’s darkened eyes. Due to his age, Aleksander’s compulsion is the strongest out of the three of them and you can already feel your mind softening as his eyes lock onto yours.

He hums in approval, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, and your eyes flutter closed for a moment. Aleksander holds your chin between his fingers, keeping your eyes on his.

“Good girl.” He praises you as your eyes fight to remain open, the familiar tingling pleasure sweeping through you.

Aleksander’s compulsion always has the enticing pull of pure safety, inviting you to lose yourself in his eyes. Your mind grows fuzzy, focusing only on each and every sensation. The restriction of your bindings, two sets of hands and tongues on you. The only thing more deadly than his eyes is his voice.

“Such a beautiful sight.” He murmurs gently in your ear, as Logan continues to mouth at your breasts and Billy sucks hard on your clit. “Are you going to let me drink from you, milaya?”

“Yes.” You breathe out instantly and he chuckles.

“Yes? You want me to take that sweet blood of yours?” You can feel his lips move as he speaks directly against your throat. “Right here from your pretty throat? Where it’s the strongest for me, and the most painful for you?”

“Yes, oh yes please.”

You can feel Logan smirk as he sucks on your nipple, his mouth stained red with your blood, his lips still flushed pink with the warmth of your pussy. Billy breathes out a sharp laugh as he shoves his own trousers down and begins to stroke his cock.

“Looks like your girl’s brain is leaking out of her cunt, Aleks.” Billy remarks with a low groan.

Aleksander smiles darkly as he tugs on your hair. He cups the back of your neck, his thumb hooking lying under your chin, the pad of his digit pressing against your cheek to keep you facing away from him, giving him full access to your throat.

He spends a long moment breathing in your scent, listening to the pounding of your heart, your pulse thundering around your body as pleasure has you climbing higher, towards your second climax.

His nose traces over your artery and your heart skips a heart, your body's natural response to a predator. But you're not afraid of Aleksander. You know what he's waiting for, and you're more than willing to give it to him. It's the faintest of whispers, but he hears your words, a plea from the depths of your soul.

“Ruin me.”

He sinks his fangs into your neck with a growl, sharp canines tearing your skin open, ripping blood fresh from your veins, and your scream echoes through the dining hall. His hold on you remains tight, and the other two vampires hurry to place their mouths against one of the open wounds on your body, eager to taste the pleasure that is about to flood through your system.

Billy curls his fingers hard inside you, and Logan grips onto your breast tightly. Eyes squeezed shut, you groan as Aleksander drinks down mouthfuls of your blood. You can almost feel it as it slides down his throat. A part of you becoming a part of him. As if your blood was made for him to consume, as if every one of your heartbeats is for him.

The ache loosens and you let out a pleasured gasp as the cloying sweetness of Aleksander's venom numbs your pain. Under the hazy fog of pleasure, you're aware of someone groaning in the distance. But then you're tipping over edge, clenching hard around Billy's fingers, whimpering with every slippery rub of his thumb against your clit.

He allows you a few seconds to ride out your high before he pulls his fingers out to stroke your twitching pussy in distracted circles. Logan presses lazy kisses over your heaving chest, as euphoria sparkles throughout your body, and you sigh and moan with each wave of bliss.

Aleksander retracts his fangs carefully, lapping at the small puncture wounds left on your throat. With his tongue pressed against them, the wounds stop bleeding quickly, allowing him to kiss your neck and murmur praises as you relish in your high. A singular tear falls from your cheek as the pleasure sinks into your body.

“Sasha.” You whine, and Aleksander snaps his fingers. Instantly, the other two pull themselves from your body.

“It’s alright milaya. I’m here.” A soft sigh leaves your lips, and your eyes flutter closed as he strokes your face affectionately.

At the sound of a low hiss, you look down at the end of the table where Billy sits, his head thrown back as he spills over his hand. Glancing over at Logan, you see him slumped in his own chair, sweeping his sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. Based on the mess over his crumpled trousers, the groan you heard earlier must have been Logan climaxing.

Aleksander reaches for the knife and begins to cut the ribbon from your body. With each limb freed, you slump to the table in a boneless heap, your eyes closing as you sink into a blissful sleep.

-

You come to when you’re in the bath, warm water cradling your aching body, rinsing away the mess of the evening. Blood mixes with fragrant soapy water, Aleksander must have already cleaned you, and soon you’re sitting in liquid the same colour as your tattered dress which now lies on the floor of the dining hall.

Aleksander holds a teacup to your lips, and you drink eagerly from the delicate porcelain. The tea slides down your throat quickly, soothing the hoarseness borne from your screams. There’s a sharpness in the flavour, something almost unnoticeable. Three drops of Aleksander’s blood, to help your wounds heal and to prolong your blissful state. When the cup is empty Aleksander pulls it away, and you whine, your body aching for more, longing for enough of his blood to turn you right now.

Billy and Logan will be cleaning themselves up in their own rooms before the four of you reconvene in the parlour for the evening, giving the brothers a chance to catch up with one another whilst you sit peacefully in Aleksander's lap until you eventually doze off.

But in this quiet moment you’re solely Aleksander’s. The other two have taken all they are allowed of you, and as much as he enjoys sharing you with his brothers once a year, you’ll always be his. After all, once he’s sure you’re ready, Aleksander will be your sire, ridding you of your mortality and ensuring that you stay just as you are now. Young, beautiful, and happy.

He leans over, kissing your lips softly. Grasping onto the front of his shirt, you attempt to slide your hand down his chest. He breathes out a small laugh, his head tilting aside playfully.

“Now what do you think you're doing, milaya?”

“You didn't finish.”

Confusion sparks in his eyes and his brows furrow as he ponders your words. Then he realises what you're talking about. His brothers had been more than content to fuck their fists to the sight of you, Aleksander hadn't. The only way he would find release would be buried in your pussy, and he wouldn't do that with anyone watching. Besides, you were exhausted. His fingers curl gently around your wrist, and he guides your hand back into the water.

“I can wait.” He assures you. You don't seem convinced, and he leans closer to nuzzle his face against your cheek. “How does waking up tomorrow morning with my cock inside you sound?”

You blink hurriedly, eyes glazing over, words sounding small and slurred slightly as you respond,

“It sounds good, Sasha.” He presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Good girl. You've made me very proud today.” Your cheeks are already flushed from the warmth of the bath, but they prickle with additional heat at the sound of Aleksander's praise.

“Thank you, Sasha.” You say, watching the bubbles slowly dissolve into the bath water. He smiles widely and stands, fetching a soft fluffy towel for you before he holds out his hand to help you out of the tub.

“Now, let's not keep our guests waiting.”

-

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Unfaithful

Yelena belova and SirenFem Reader.

Y/N is a rare Creature that you only hear about in stories like Sirens who lead sailors to the death there only made up right....wrong so what happens when the Siren catches the attention of one black widow.

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Y/N is attending one of Tony's famous gala parties just so he can show her off much to pepper's dismay.

So She wonders to the bar for a drink after downing her 4th shot of vodka she spots a piano so she wonders over and being's to play.

"Story of my life, searching for the right But it keeps avoiding me Sorrow in my soul 'cause it seems that wrong Really loves my company"

Everyone turns to look at Y/N playing and singing as they all stop what there doing.

"She's more than a woman and this is more than love the reason that the sky is blue the clouds are rolling in because I'm gone again"

When Yelena walks in the room she wonders what everyone is looking at so she follows there gaze and she sees why her first thought is her face is full of pain.

"And to her, I just can't be true And I know that she knows I'm unfaithful And it kills her inside To know that I am happy with some other girl I can see her dying"

Yelena takes a seat her eyes never leaving this goddess playing piano she sees her features going pained as her heart goes into the next lyric.

"I don't wanna do this anymore I don't wanna be the reason why Every time I walk out the door I see her die a little more inside I don't wanna hurt her anymore I don't wanna take away her life"

Y/N eyes finds yelena's as she sings the next line staring into yelena's eyes and yelena only thought that was the sexiest thing she has ever seen.

"I don't wanna be a murderer"

Yelena takes a shot of vodka as she begins to walk towards the stage.

"I feel it in the air as I'm doin' my hair Preparing for another date A kiss upon my cheek as she reluctantly Asks if I'm gonna be out late I say I won't be long, just hanging with the girls A lie I didn't have to tell Because we both know where I'm about to go And we know it very well"

A tear falls down Y/N's cheek obviously feeling past pain of something that has happened that's still to fresh.

"Cause I know that she knows I'm unfaithful And it kills her inside To know that I am happy with some other Woman I can see her dying"

With each word Yelena's heart broke for the girl in front of her as she can know see the tears flow down her face.

"I don't wanna do this anymore I don't wanna be the reason why Every time I walk out the door I see her die a little more inside I don't wanna hurt her anymore I don't wanna take away her life I don't wanna be a murderer"

Yelena turned to Natasha seeing tears fill her sisters eyes as yelena scanned the room to see everyone with tears in there eyes.

"Our love, her trust I might as well take a gun and put it to her head Get it over with I don't wanna do this anymore Whoa, anymore And I don't wanna do this anymore I don't wanna be the reason why And every time I walk out the door I see her die a little more inside And I don't wanna hurt her anymore"

Yelena's attention turned back to the girl she seems to have taken a breath then turned into a whisper as she turned to fury with sadness and anger in her eyes as she continued.

"I don't wanna take away her life I don't wanna be a murderer A murderer No, no, no Yeah, yeah"

With that she finishes and wipes her eyes as she gets off the stage Yelena went to go and speak with her but before she could she approaches fury.

"I'm Done...im not gonna be your little puppet I can't... I had to hurt the only person who cares for me when you wanted me to seduce her for information that was a 6 month job and in those 6 months I was in national city I fell for Alex"

Y/N takes a breath feeling fresh tears but she held them back and looked at fury once more.

" It was your job Agent Y/L/N and if people get hurt so be it....its what you were born for do you really think someone could truly love a siren who in myths lead good people to there deaths by there voice and beauty you simply done what you do in books thats all or do I have to remind you who saved you from the circus"

Y/N shook her head as she slapped fury across the face tears know streaming down her face as she looked at him.

"What you made me do I would have been more merciful if you put a gun in my hand and I shot her then what you made me do.....at least when I was at the circus yes I was a abused but at least no one got hurt except me"

Y/N turned to walk away but before she did she turned to fury once more.

"You know nick you called yourself my saviour when you freed me....you couldn't have been more wrong you were the devil in a mask offering me your hand but instead of going to a better place you dragged me to hell for eternal torment....I wish you had shot me it would have been kinder.......your no hero....your the villain"

With that Y/N walked away as everyone turned to nick who stood there with no emotion on his face when yelena spoke up.

"You know it is people like you that cause these beautiful creatures to stay hidden because they know you will exploit them dipshit....oh and one more thing"

Yelena pulls out her gun on fury and points it at him as everyone is shocked and there unsure of what to do as they don't want things to escalate.

"I will not be your Black Widow I will not be an Avenger so long as your in charge so go fuck yourself"

With that yelena walks out to go and find the siren.

What if...?

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: A series of what-ifs for basically every possible (force-sensitive) pairing I could come up with from Jedi!Billy x criminal!Reader to Sith!Billy x Jedi!Reader

Join me Summary: What if Billy took over as Emperor and he asked you, a Jedi, to join him?

Off duty Summary: What if the Queen of Naboo had a favourite of her guards?

Worth it Summary: What if Billy was a thief and he wanted to steal something from you?

• original moodboard (ex-smuggler/criminal version) • • original moodboard (Emperor!Billy version) • • moodboards masterlist •

ur right I’m gonna go rob a bank now

Kaz Brekker was only 14 when he robbed a bank and 17 when he broke into the Ice Court.

What the hell are we all doing with our lives?

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.

Omg so cute ahhh I can’t get over this. This made my day and I need to keep seeing it. I think I’m in love

Yes please 😩

Okay I really need some friends that watch American horror story because all my friends are boring af😫 so like be my friend 😁✌🏻

The bi panic omg I need more

Hi! Can I please request a Darkling and reader oneshot where they're married and she always look very elegant but in reality she's a great strategist and fighter?

Maybe Alina meets her when she is presented to the king, and is amazed by her and then sees her fighting in the training grounds and Alexander can't help but make some proud remarks?

Thank you so much, and feel free to change it a bit.

ADORED

The Darkling/Aleksander Morozova x reader

warnings: Alina’s POV, canon up to a point, Zoya bashing (canon episode 3), everyone has a crush on you, milf!reader, Alina is bi deal with it, vague descriptions of reader’s body.

summary: Alina meets the most adored person in the Little Palace; General Kirigan’s beautiful wife, Y/N

word count: 2037

taglist: @tranquilitymoon @thefifthweasley @savannah-elliott @ateliefloresdaprimavera @fandomstuffff @all-art-is-quite-useless @for-bebbanburg @mrs-brekker15 @the-abyss-gazed-back @timeknightt

@buckystarlight I mentioned writing this agessss ago lol 😅

dedicated to my wife and loml @aleksanderwh0r3 

. . .

Alina walked down the staircase, noticing two guards walking side-by-side behind her. she attempted to walk out the door, but was stopped by two other guards. 

a feminine voice came from her right. “Alina! there you are!” two girls wearing blue keftas came up to her, taking her arm on either side. one was tall, with hair tied up in neat braids, while the other was shorter than Alina, with a braid down her back.

“we’ve been looking for you!“ the second girl said, guiding her away from the guards. “we weren’t properly introduced earlier. I’m Marie, this is Nadia,“ she said, pointing to herself then the girl on Alina’s right, who was smiling at her. she liked them already, it would be nice to have friends here. 

“why are the guards keeping me inside,“ she asked, noticing that the guards were behind them again, their faces stoic and eyes blank.

“you’re supposed to be in training now... are you really a mapmaker?“ asked Nadia, looking at her quizzically.

“were you really attacked by Fjerdans?“ interjected Marie

“how many Fjerdans did you kill?“

“kill? I barely got a swing off at one,“ explained Alina, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“sounds like our timing is perfect.“

“welcome to the first part of your new daily schedule,” said Nadia, just as the trio entered a large courtyard. 

“combat training,” Marie and Nadia said in sync. Grisha wearing all different colour keftas stood in the yard, some just talking, some practising hand movements, and others fighting. eyes followed them as they walked.

Nadia and Marie brought her over to where a muscular Shu man was training people in blue and red keftas. alongside him was a slightly familiar woman in a black kefta, just like General Kirigan’s. her hair was tied back neatly, and her hands were clasped together behind her back. “who’s that?” she asked no one in particular

they didn’t even need to ask who she meant, all three of them staring at the beautiful woman in black, who at that moment laughed at something Botkin said. she clapped him lightly on the shoulder and the students with them looked on enviously. “that is Y/N Kirigan, isn’t she perfect?“ Nadia sighed, making Marie roll her eyes.

“Kirigan? she seems familiar...“

“General Kirigan’s wife,“ Marie explained, poking Nadia to tell her to compose her dreamy expression. “only they wear black keftas. she participates in every aspect of Grisha training, but she’s closest to Botkin. apparently they’re old friends, though she looks younger than her age. there’s a portrait of her grandmother in the main hallway, they’re identical, that’s probably why you recognise her.“ 

"how old is she?"

"30s, I'm guessing, though it's hard to put an age on her, she’s gorgeous.” Alina agreed completely.

just as Alina was about to ask Marie another question, Botkin came walking over to the trio. Mrs. Kirigan followed behind. “Sun Summoner,” he called, “all of Ravka’s foes want to kill you before you can destroy the Fold. It’s a great honour to have so many enemies.”

“a very warm greeting,“ Alina remarked under her breath. 

“he’s always like this,“ replied Nadia.

“you must learn to defend yourself fast, do you know how to fight?“ 

“Botkin, she’s been here two minutes, let her breathe, hmm?“ a voice from behind him called. Alina blinked as Y/N walked past Botkin, lightly smacking his shoulder. her hips swayed as she walked, and Alina could swear she saw a Grisha boy’s jaw drop behind her.

“we don’t have time to dawdle,“ grunted Botkin, but his eyes were fond when he looked at her. behind them, the Grisha training weren’t trying to hide their glances either, some of awe, some of respect, some of lust, just like the boy, who had wisely closed his mouth.

“I’ve had some training,“ Alina said, not wanting to seem weak in front of the others.

“show me. pick an opponent,“ declared Botkin, and Y/N rolled her eyes at him, before shaking her head and walking to the side, back to her awaiting students.  

Alina had done a lot of stupid things in her life, but she liked to think that she had a good head on her shoulders. 

but punching Zoya right across the face, although satisfying, meant being thrown across the yard by her Squaller abilities, and then everything going black.

when she opened her eyes again she saw the two very worried faces of Nadia and Marie over her, asking if she was okay. 

“I can’t believe she did that,“ exclaimed Nadia

“she’s just jealous,“ said Marie, “can’t bear the idea of anyone else being favoured by General Kirigan.“

“favoured? but he’s married?“ Alina’s thoughts began to clear.

Marie rolled her eyes, “and she knows that, she’s his favourite student by far, but acts like she’s his wife instead of Y/N, it’s ridiculous”

“does she know? Y/N?“

“of course, though I doubt she cares. Y/N still trains Zoya, I actually think she's quite fond of Zoya, saints knows why“ 

“she’s so perfect,“ Nadia sighed dreamily

“Y/N or Zoya?“ 

“Y/N, she’s so cool... though I have a better chance with Zoya. I don’t know why she wastes her time pining over him... when she could be with me,“ Nadia said, just as Alina looked over her shoulder. Botkin was scolding Zoya, before sending her away, as she went she shot dirty looks at the three of them, before marching off, kicking dust behind her

“Alina! are you alright, darling?“ 

Alina turned to see Y/N walking briskly towards them, looking concerned.  Nadia’s eyes widened when she saw her, and she turned her head to avoid embarrassment. 

“oh, I’m fine, umm, Mrs-”

she was cut off by light laughter. “oh please darling, call me Y/N, or General if you insist on formality. but I don’t think that’s necessary. are you sure you’re alright? did you hit your head hard?”

saints, Alina could see why Nadia had such a big crush on you. you and General Kirigan were an attractive couple, a very attractive couple.

“I fell on the straw so I’m alright, I swear... Y/N“

she smiled again, and Nadia made an almost inaudible choking sound. “either way, you should get checked out. I’m sure Nadia and Marie will take you, they’re good girls”

even Marie was blushing a bit, but stayed composed. “we will, thank you General Kirigan”

“please Marie, call me Y/N, and I’ll see you later on, especially you Alina,“ with another smile she was gone, black kefta sweeping around her legs, hips swaying slightly. 

“see what I mean? perfect“ Nadia sighed, and the two girls, though they didn’t say anything, agreed completely

. . . 

dinner was held in the most beautiful room Alina had ever seen. when she told Marie this, she laughed. “if you think this is beautiful, you should see the ballroom.” she could feel eyes on her the second she entered the room, eyes that flickered over her face, eyes specifically, and her kefta. Nadia and Marie took no notice of their stares, sitting on either side of her, acting like shields to the prying gazes.

a gold plate was set in front of her, and Marie gasped excitedly. “it’s to celebrate your victory with the king!” just as Alina lifted her fork the doors swung open again.

Y/N laughed as she and Fedyor walked in arm-in-arm, as all eyes left Alina and made their way to her. her hair was loose from the tight up-do it was in earlier, and her kefta wasn’t buttoned up to the top anymore, instead revealing more of her neck, and her collarbone. Fedyor took his seat beside Ivan, and to Alina’s surprise, Y/N walked over to where they were sitting.

“how was your first day with Baghra, Alina?“

a sharp jab in the ribs from Marie shook her out of her stupor. “it was... a good start.”

“meaning she was cranky and hit you with that cane of hers?“ Y/N laughed, raising an eyebrow. Alina didn’t even reply before she started again, “don’t worry about it love, I’ve known her since I was a child, and she’s cranky with me as well. anyways, I’ll allow you to eat your dinner. I see that you’ve been given a bit of special treatment by that husband of mine.”

from anyone else the words would have been patronizing, or mocking, but the sincerity and good humour in her eyes made Alina feel at ease. “just this once, I’d rather eat what everyone else eats”

“enjoy it love, you’ve earned it“

“is it true that you eat our food too?“ Nadia blurted, looking like she instantly regretted her words. “I mean... General Kirigan doesn’t eat with us, but you do, and I was just- uhh- nevermind “

“Nadia,“ Marie hissed, but Y/N just smiled. “it’s alright Marie, and yes Nadia, I have always preferred eating what my friends and students eat. I think that dinner is the best time of the day to be together as a family, no?”

Nadia just nodded rapidly, unable to recover quickly from her name being used. Y/N straightened her back, and brushed hair out of her face, “I’ll leave you too it then, talk later girls,” and she was gone, taking an empty seat beside Fedyor, who grinned upon seeing her, and immediately involved her in some argument with Ivan. 

beside Alina, Nadia put her head in her hands and Marie sighed deeply, as the three of them watched Y/N laugh at Ivan’s stoic expression

. . .

General Kirigan had Alina meet him early the next morning. “the training yard won’t be busy this time of day, come.” he walked quickly, and Alina struggled to catch up with him. the sun had just risen and golden sunlight poured into the Little Palace, filling every crevice with light. 

he was right, upon entering the yard, only one person was there already.

Y/N grinned when she saw them, and stopped what she was doing to come over and greet them. Alina hung back, so General Kirigan could embrace his wife, but instead you pushed right past him, bringing Alina herself into a hug.

her arms were snug around Alina’s shoulders, and Alina found herself greatly enjoying the warmth. Y/N smelled like fresh linen, a flowery scent, and there was a vague scent of a masculine cologne, one she recognised from the General himself. it was Heaven.

“good morning Alina, how did you sleep? I know it’s early, but I prefer training alone, I hope that’s alright?“ Y/N spoke very fast, still holding Alina’s shoulders. Alina just nodded before Y/N turned again, back to where she was. 

“my wife, though she has abilities, enjoys physical fighting as well. most Grisha rely solely on their gifts, but Y/N thought it best to show you both ways,” General Kirigan explained, as Y/N took position, flashing them a smile before starting

though she had no opponent, and was basically fighting thin air, she moved with such elegance and precision that it was hard for Alina to take her eyes off her. Y/N was like a blur, reaching what seemed to Alina to be impossible speeds and agility. 

Kirigan watched her fondly, adoration and worship clear in his eyes. “she’s incredible,” he murmured

“everyone who meets her agrees“ Alina replied, remembering the fond glances from Ivan and Botkin, two of the most serious men that Alina had ever met.

“she’s spent years forming connections, she believes that a life without friends is a life failed. they really do adore her“

when Y/N finished the training, not a hair nor her clothes were out of place, her smile wide as he came over to them again, looping her arms around Kirigan’s waist and kissing his cheek.

“well, what do you think love? fancy some extra classes?“ she asked Alina, and Alina gulped, as she watched Y/N’s chest rise and fall quickly due to exertion.

“will Botkin mind?“

“Botkin will be happy with whatever decision I make, so?“ she looked so hopeful and Alina’s heart leaped

“I’d love to!“

Nadia was going to lose her shit

Ur writing is too good for this world

Admist the Storm with the Darkling please?

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The Darkling was pacing by beside you, he was torn between staying with you and going up on the deck to look for the creature that he was hunting for you.

He knows you are running out of time, the poison draining your power and with it your life. You were losing the very thing that was your allure to him in the first place and it scared you to think about what if you would live but couldn't be his match anymore. He has gone so far to save you but the storm seemingly followed the sea monster and the closer you've got the more dangerous it became.

"Aleksander." It was a weak attempt to gain his attention, your voice so frail and dejected it shouldn't even be audible through the crashing waves and pouring rain.

He heard you though, your dark lover, your very own monster. He snapped in your direction, abruptly stopping and that angry demeanour would have intimidated anyone else.

"No!" he scolded you harshly as he moved to sit down by your side. "Don't even think about it."

Despite his tone, he was gentle with you when he pulled you closer, practically making you sit in his lap with your back to his front and your head resting against him.

Taking your hand in his, he does what he has been doing for the last few days, acting as an amplifier for you, keeping you anchored to this world.

"The ship will not survive the storm." You've heard you already lost more than one crew member and the ship took plenty of damage.

"We will." Came the defiant answer.

With two simple words, he managed to make you give up trying to convince him. It was a statement that held so many meanings.

He wanted to let you know that he will not allow you to leave him so there is no use to argue otherwise. It was also telling you that he would sacrifice anyone on this ship before he would let anything happen to you. And even then, even if the ship crashes he will make sure you'll live.

It should have scared you. This intensity of attachment, this uncaring attitude towards anyone else, the darkness in him. And maybe it did, in the beginning, but not anymore.

"Always so stubborn." You reach up to caress his cheek and he rewards you with a faint smile that almost reaches his eyes.

Aleksander bends down at an awkward angle and rests his forehead on yours, returning the affectionate touches.

"You promised me forever." He murmurs against your lips before giving you a feather-light kiss.

He can be soft for you and you'd like to think you could change him for the better but you also have no illusions about how being with him changed you. Forever is a long time to figure out the rest of your issues, as infinite as that sound, it is also full of uncertainty but you are not afraid, not with him by your side.

SEND ME A MADE-UP FIC TITLE AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I WOULD WRITE TO GO WITH IT