THE DARKLING + Letterboxd Thirst Reviews

People are always talking about making John Green say “I love cocks” when it comes to having fun with tumblr’s ability to edit everyone’s posts but that one post where that person was saying fuckers and it got repeatedly edited to fudgers and meaners was 10000% funnier

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Vengeance & Vanity

Part 4

Pairing: The Darkling x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Aleksander have established your place on the throne, and begun your search for the Firebird. Threats still linger on the horizon, and the two of you must plan ahead.

Word Count: 2.5K

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A cloud of dust hits your face, prompting yet another coughing fit.

“You’re doing this on purpose.” You remark through your weezing. Aleksander raises a brow at you, the corner of his lips twisting into a small grin.

“These books contain centuries worth of knowledge, it’s bound to be a little dusty. There’s no need for dramatics.”

“The poor Corporalnik that will have to restart my lungs might disagree.” You grumble, opening the cover of the offending book. Aleksander’s eyes twinkle with amusement as he sits down facing you. It’s rare to see such boyish charm on his face. The last few months have been difficult for you both. You have been slowly regaining your strength after recovering from the wasting sickness. Through your frustration and tears, Aleksander has been nothing but patient. His confidence in your abilities has been unfailing, as he has been teaching you to summon with one hand. He’s certain that you will soon master summoning from pure will alone. You don’t know how he does it all.

The two of you have been ruling Ravka with varying levels of success. The Little Palace has been reestablished, the damage done in the attack was repaired almost immediately. As often as you can, you and Aleksander walk along the path that leads from the Grand Palace to the Little Palace. You can only marvel at the changes made in the last few months. The previous King had always been cautious of the Grisha, and in order to ensure their safety, Aleksander had encouraged the Grisha to work within the Little Palace. There had been limits on what the Grisha had been allowed to work on so that they could not be seen as a threat to the monarchy. Now that the King was gone, the Fabrikators’ workshops had a colossal influx of ongoing projects, and collaboration between the orders. After years of hardship, the Grisha were finally beginning to thrive.

Despite the good you have both managed to implement, there are still several matters that continue to both trouble and vex you. The Apparat has been drawing more followers into joining the leagues of the Sun Cult. You are certain that the Apparat has ensured that Alina remains hidden. He is now reliant on the faith of her followers, with her in his custody, he can gather enough soldiers to pose a threat to you and Aleksander. Unfortunately, your raids have only uncovered crazed fanatics - no Sun Summoner or Apparat.

The other matter is the reason why you and Aleksander are tucked away in the library of the Grand Palace, breathing in dust and decay. When he first became the General of the Second Army, Aleksander safeguarded a number of Morozova’s journals and other books documenting the existence of his amplifiers. Whilst a number of them were stolen after your first attempt at removing the monarchy, Aleksander had the foresight to conceal a number of the books in one of the passages under the Little Palace. The two of you have been reading these books to the point of obsession, in an attempt to locate the Firebird.

Several years after the creation of the amplifiers, a Squaller explorer known only as the Bone Hunter sought to find Morozova’s creatures. The Bone Hunter’s journal documented their search, and is one of Aleksander’s most valued pieces. Not only is it the first documented mention of Morozova’s amplifiers, but the Bone Hunter is the only known person to have ever seen the Firebird. You and Aleksander have been scouring the library for the past few hours, attempting to decipher the words of the journal.

It’s written in Old Ravkan, so Aleksander has no trouble reading it. You had learnt how to read Old Ravkan, but you sometimes took the translations too literally, much to Aleksander’s amusement. The landscape and borders of Ravka have changed over the centuries, and the Bone Hunter was not the best at recounting geography. They often described significant trees, which was of no help to you or Aleksander. Trees lasted centuries, but these journals’ age exceeded the majority of Ravka’s forestry. At any point in which the journals mentioned rock formations or rivers, you and Aleksander would scour map after map, looking for any place in Ravka that the journals could be referring to.

You had both agreed that the two of you would search for the Firebird together. Leaving the capital without either of you to defend it had seemed like a poor decision to you, at first. Aleksander had reasoned that the Grisha and nichevo'ya were more than capable of defending Os Alta, and that it might take both of you to take down the Firebird. The first few entries that describe the Firebird detail its ferocity, how it had torn men apart and seized them with its talons before soaring up into the air, dropping the hunters to their deaths. After reading over these entries, you begin to agree with Aleksander. The thought of facing the Firebird alone is terrifying, but the two of you can do anything together.

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Evenings are always reserved for you and Aleksander to spend time alone. During the day, neither of you stray too far from the other, after all, you rule side by side. The Tsar and his Tsaritsa. Aleksander nearly always has a hand on your back as you walk through the corridors. Your knees brush while you are sat in council meetings. But once you are in the privacy of your own rooms, the two of you are attached at the hip. You won’t leave Aleksander’s arms all night. You bathe together, taking the time to wash one another, then curl up on the sofa by the fire. Sometimes you both bring whatever books you’ve been reading, on rare occasions you will convince Aleksander to read aloud to you. Other nights you will simply spend in each other’s arms. Aleksander will trail his fingers over your skin, his thumb circling your cheek as he cups your face in his hand.

In these quiet moments you will share your dreams with each other. You both have the same plans for Ravka, but these moments are sacred and not to be tarnished with the stressors of the day. At night, the two of you are free to talk about your life together. Aleksander wants to live somewhere in the South of Ravka, where it’s warmer. You want to become a writer - to document discoveries in the Small Science, or create commentary on the lives of Grisha, or analyse historic texts. Aleksander wants to take you horse riding, just the two of you, travelling across Ravka together. These private dreams are what keep you both going. The thoughts of Ravka at peace, of Grisha living in safety, which allow the two of you to finally live solely for yourselves.

It’s during one of these evenings that Aleksander shares an idea with you.

“Do you remember when we first met?” He asks, tilting his head to look at you. Your legs are draped over his thighs, your body pressed against his side.

“Of course.” He lifts a brow at you, encouraging you to recount it, at which you laugh softly as you remember. “I tried to pick your pocket.” He hums fondly as he casts his mind back, and you add quietly. “You know, you’re the only person who’s ever caught me.”

“Do you want to know why that is?”

“You sensed the presence of your soulmate?” You suggest with a small smirk. A smile tugs at his lips, and he laughs lightly.

“Close, but no.” You glance at him curiously, waiting for him to elaborate. “You were bending the shadows.” You frown at his explanation.

“How? I couldn’t summon for weeks after I arrived at the Little Palace.”

“I think you did it subconsciously, bending the shadows slightly, so that you would remain hidden while you rifled through my kefta.” You pause for a moment, thinking his words over.

“So I wasn’t actually a good thief, just a secret Shadow Summoner.” You comment, a small amount of dejection in your tone. Amusement twinkles in his eyes as he regards you.

“I have another theory.” You nod, and he continues, “I think you could bend the shadows further, and completely hide yourself.”

“Become invisible?” He nods,

“I didn’t see you, I sensed your shadows.” He reasons, and your brow creases as you think it over. “I discussed this with the Fabrikators, David thinks it might be possible.”

“Have you ever tried to do it?” Aleksander looks away from you at that question. Staring into the fire, his dark eyes reflecting the flicker in the hearth with startling clarity.

“No, I haven’t.”

“What’s wrong?” You ask him, your voice scarcely a whisper.

“I think that my mother’s affinity for the shadows was a result of Morozova’s experiments, which she then passed onto me.” You watch his face carefully, as you think over his words. It’s likely. Morozova was incredibly eccentric. A lot of his experiments weren’t fully articulated in his journals. Even with Aleksander’s explanations, you still don’t fully understand how Merzost works. “Whilst I have more experience, more power in the sense of using Merzost, I believe that, with the right amplification, the scope of your power will exceed my own.” Your heart hammers in your chest, as you attempt to process all this information.

“That’s why you believe the Firebird should be mine.” He nods,

“The most powerful amplifier in existence.”

“But you can summon the shadows? We’re still both the same?” He looks away from the fire for the first time, eyes searching your face. He recognises the look in your eyes, the fear of being the only one.

“Of course we are, milaya.” He reassures you, tracing his fingers delicately over your cheek. “You and I are two of a kind.” His voice is soft, and warm with the underlying affection he reserves only for you. “Though I suspect you are more of a Shadow Summoner than I am.” He remarks with a small chuckle, which you frown at. “It can’t be a coincidence, you and Alina appearing within a century of each other. You’re closer to her age than you are mine.” He reasons.

“If this is you attempting to play matchmaker, I’m afraid she’s not my type.” You remark with a smirk. “And I’m already quite taken.” Aleksander cups your face as he lifts a brow.

“Really? And who might this lucky suitor be?” You smile as you lean towards his lips, brushing your nose against his as you reply,

“Only the Tsar of Ravka.” Aleksander moves forward, capturing your lips with his own in a kiss filled with adoration. There’s a tender smile on his lips as he pulls away, pressing his forehead against your own.

“Moya Tsaritsa.” He sighs against your lips, as the two of you lean into each other’s embrace. “Moi sol ye tselai.” My sun and stars. Your own smile widens, as you whisper,

“My Aleksander. I love you more than anything.”

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Over the course of the next week, you attempt to master bending the shadows. Aleksander offers you suggestions and pointers, and you’re soon able to disappear from view. Of course, Aleksander can still sense your presence, he would recognise the tug of your shadows anywhere. Corporalki can still detect your heartbeat, something you found out when you were attempting to sneak up on Fedoyr - much to your disappointment. David was delighted when he heard that you had managed to bend the shadows. You had visited him in his workshop and he had rattled off a number of other theories he had, which you had some trouble following. Luckily Aleksander had appeared to inform you of an emergency meeting before you became too confused.

“Has something happened?” You ask Aleksander as you follow him through the halls towards the War Room. His shoulders are tense, and the shadows around you both are eager to shift as you walk by.

“One of our Tailors has returned from the North with information regarding the whereabouts of the remaining Royals.” Your eyes widen as you look at Aleksander, hardly daring to believe it. That after so long, you might be able to finish this. You had heard from some of your spies that Alina had escaped from the Apparat, if this is true then it’s likely that she will have sought out Prince Nikolai. Meaning that both the Royals and the Sun Summoner could finally be within your grasp.

The assembled Grisha bow as you and Aleksander enter the War Room, and you both take your places at the head of the table. Thankfully, the meeting opens with the report from the Tailor. He’s young, though most Grisha feel young to you now. He explains how he had joined up with a group of rogue Grisha who planned to lend their support to the Sun Summoner. Which led him to the Lanstov’s hideout. The Monastery of Sankt Demyan.

The Tailor shows promise of being a good spy. He answers all questions about the hideout. About the number of supporters gathered there, and the weapons being developed. One of the archivists produces some blueprints of the monastery, created during its renovation into an observatory a few hundred years ago. The Tailor confirms that the layout remains the same, detailing the functions of each room. This is what you’ve been waiting for, the means to coordinate a strike against the resistance and secure yours and Aleksander’s position on the throne. The Tailor also informs you that the Sun Summoner had recently arrived at the hideout. It almost seems too good to be true. Of course, it’s likely that something will go wrong, but now you have a direct course of action, and Aleksander always has a plan.

The meeting goes on for several hours, as your council contemplates a number of different strategies for your strike on the hideout. You organise the necessary resources and debate the most efficient route into the mountains. It’s late into the afternoon when you and Aleksander are finally alone.

“I would have liked you to have the Firebird’s power before facing her again.” Aleksander admits. You take his hands in your own.

“I wasn’t at my strongest the last time.” You remind him. “Our scouts have reported possible signs of the Firebird in the valleys of the Sikurzoi, which aligns with what we’ve gathered from the Bone Hunter.” He nods along with your words. “Once this has been taken care of, we can search for the Firebird ourselves.”

His fingers trace their over each of your knuckles, before his touch slides up your forearms, drawing you into his arms. You lean your head against his chest. Reassured by the familiar feeling of his kefta against your cheek, and the faint beating of his heart under it all. He traces his hand over your cheek, and you look up at him. You can see contemplation in his eyes, and you know he’s trying to make a decision. A small smile flickers across his face.

“I have something I need to ask of you.” You wrap your fingers around his wrist, squeezing lightly to convey your support.

“Anything.”

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It’s so perfect

Heros Fall

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!reader, Yelena Belova x Teen!reader

After your mom’s death, a surprise visitor comes and takes you in

Word Count: 1,356

A/N: Idk if the title fits (I might change it) but I hope you enjoy this! There are translations for the Russian at the bottom. Reader is about 15/16

Warnings: Possible Black Widow spoilers (if I forget any, please let me know)

Even over the sound of your laptop playing Moonraker, one of your mom’s favorite movies, you could hear the sound of a car pulling up outside the trailer. Since your mom died and the Avengers defeated Thanos, you couldn’t stand being in New York so you left and came here. It was where she told you could always go to feel safe, even if she wasn’t around. You hadn’t felt the same since she died so you hoped being here would do something but at times, it made you feel even emptier. 

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⚠️Warning spoilers for the shadow and bone books and the darklings name⚠️

Personally I never liked Alina or Mal.

Mal was just- he was something to say the least.

And as this lovely person said Alina just doesn’t care about anything but Mal. Ever since the very moment she found out she was grisha and could help her country, she just wanted to go back to Mal. I feel as if she never had any real interest in protecting or the wellbeing of grisha. During r&r we see Alina get extremely power hungry. She was extremely restless and rude towards Mal and everyone else because she so desperately wanted the firebird. When Nikolai proposes to her for obviously political interest she says no. Nikolai tells her that if they got married it could be good for this country seeing as she is grisha and seen as a saint by the people. She could aid the country and help unite the armies to make ravka stronger. Tbh it was in the country’s best interest but she shows no interest in helping the country whatsoever.

Throughout the entire series Aleksander was dehumanized by LB so much. I think it had something to do with the fact that she supposedly based his character off of her manipulative ex(?). At the end of r&rhe we see a side of aleksander that was more human as he died.

The one thing I can agree with M*lina shippers is the confusion over the fact a grown man like the darkling acts the way he does. He’s petty. He spends most of his time in book 2 & 3 doing evil cookie jar acts and using the force to spy on Alina. The thing is, this character is written this way. Most of the characters are annoying because they’re poorly written. The plot drives the characters not the other way around, so their growth remains stagnant. As a morally grey character, Aleks works so well. He cares for ravka and he’ll be the one to cross the line if it means the grisha are kept safe. But instead, he got retconned into a villain with no real plan, kills other grisha, forms an alliance with Fjerda, and dies. His death does nothing except make things worse. I’m so glad for Ben’s portrayal because he brought humanity to the character and the audience can sympathize with his plight. JML and Ben’s approach to darklina is also realistic compared to the book counterparts although I’m not really a shipper tbh. I prefer Luda because I feel like she is the perfect balance for Aleksander. She was clearly powerful, compassion and trustworthy

I mean, the thing with the Darkling is that the person that created him doesn't treat him like a human. So I wouldn't say that we could even call him 'a grown man', as my friend @yototothelalafell has pointed out about the book, he is incredibly dehumanised. So, in a Watsonian perspective, if he is not human and/or treated as such. Can we even expect him to act like a 'grown up man'? Is he even treated like a man at all?

Also, when LB is doing her stupid baiting in the first half of SaB, she basically describes him as every soldier's dream general: he goes around checking his troops instead of staying at court, eats with his men and overall seems like a polite person that his men keep following because he has managed to give all these people that would be burned or cut open in other places a home and position above "those dirty witches".

Then after presenting him like a perfectly reasonable person who is encouraging Alina, she just throws that 'twist' and opens the Evil Deeds Cookie Jar to never close it again. And as you said, the plot moves him because the plot needs a villain, his arc doesn't require villainy. I really can't say that I agree with m/alina shippers on anything because you don't need to ship Alina with someone to understand the characters are badly written, and even then the argument is wrong and seems to come from just dissing the Darkling. I mean, Mal doesn't act like a young man in a XIX setting either, he acts like a jerk jock from an American TV show and I can say that without shipping darklina because I don't really ship them in the books since they have little to no interactions that have enough emotional weight.

I mean, if you look at it from a character perspective, Fanon!Alina is... Basically Luda with Sun Summoner powers? Is Alina caring and warm? No. She is defensive and sarcastic to a point of being rude. Does she care about the Grisha? No, because she leaves them all to live as a rich woman in her orphanage. Does she embrace her identity as a Grisha and helps in the cause? No, because in the moment she loses her powers she says she is no Grisha anymore, even when her friends tell her the contrary.

All of this is the contrary of Luda, we see her complicit on Aleksander training the Grisha since the soldier says 'you two could train witches'. We see her being caring and warm with Aleksander and that he trusts her enough to make her aware of his immortality. Every time I see darklinas dismissing her to prop up Alina I am like: Sure, but Alina will murder him. No talk about soulmates can fix that.

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Save Your Tears | The Darkling x Reader

Hum, hi :') It's been a while... I'm sorry !! I've been so demotivated on writing and just couldn't get my mind on Tumblr. So, before you can read what I finished after years, just know that I won't be publishing first on Tumblr if I write anything, I'll prioritize Ao3 for further OS and eventual series (I'm working on one rn). So now you know !! Now enjoy :))

Pairing : The Darkling x Reader

Warnings : Angst, mention of breaking up, Aleksander is a coward

Summary : He sees you at the ball after breaking your heart, but he can’t handle seeing your tears dropping down your face.

This is a song fic based on Save Your Tears by The Weeknd.

Words : 2k

This was another ball at the Little Palace. Even though he did not want to waste his precious time on a foolish event like this one, he had to attend, to show to his people that everything was okay. Sighing, Aleksander put on the black kefta he usually used for events like these. It framed him perfectly, knowing that black was only his to wear. The embroidery on it was sophisticated, as always. He observed his reflection in the mirror, firstly satisfied with the aura he gave off. But when he looked at his face, it hit him, he was exhausted. The man had barely slept for the past few weeks. All the previous events had broken him little by little, and it was his fault. 

Sighing once again, he called Genya with a very strict tone. She arrived quickly after that, he asked her to fix his face, not wanting to look dreadful. Knowing that she would ask him to sit on a chair, he did already so he would not be hearing her soft voice, as he felt like it would overwhelm him too much. He let Genya arrange his features, making him look less tired, cheeks less deep, and his skin a bit more colored. When she finished, she let out a small "It's done General." He thanked her quietly before standing up and told her to enjoy the evening, then left the room.

The corridors were much brighter than Aleksander's liking, he usually liked more settled lighting. Walking through the Little Palace, directing himself to the reception room, he started to feel anxious. Yes, the great General, a Shadow Summoner, anxious. Because his mind drifted off, and he started thinking of you. He knew you were going to be there, you had no choice after all, this reception was so important for everyone. He anticipated this night so much, after all he did to you, after breaking your heart. He was such a fool, how dare he, making you feel worthless when you were his everything.

He got closer to the room, stopping himself right before the entrance. A few people greeted him, wishing him a good night. He sent back the same wishes too, politely. He took a big breath, quite discreetly, before entering the room. A few looks turned to him, but he did not take note of them. He looked through the whole room, then his gaze stopped. You were here.

I saw you dancing in a crowded room

You were here. And you were dancing with one of the guests. His hands and jaw clenched. Seeing you with someone else, felt like a dagger through his heart. You were so graceful, your hair was embellishing your features. Your eyes were so full of life while you were dancing, your lips looked so soft, the outfit you chose fitted you perfectly. But oh, how he wished you wore black. Just to show everyone that you were his.

You look so happy when I'm not with you

He could not lift his gaze off of you for one second. Luckily for him, anyone barely spoke to him, they were just enjoying the soirée. He took a glass of the nearest alcohol he could find and drank half of it. He needed to feel more relaxed to be able to go through this night, really. You were still dancing so beautifully in the center of the room, before the music stopped. You bowed before your dance partner, while they kissed politely the back of your hand. This was when you spotted him. 

But then you saw me, caught you by surprise

Both of your eyes met each other. It felt completely ethereal, it was as if you were meant to be in each other's arms. This moment felt like time completely stopped, like everyone in the room disappeared. Looking into your eyes, Aleksander felt his heart drop, he had not seen you for so long. He missed you, he missed drawing his hand on your cheek, he missed being close to you. Losing himself to the thoughts of you and him, he got startled when he noticed that you were crying.

A single teardrop falling from your eye

One teardrop, he didn’t know why it startled him so much, seeing you cry was the worst thing he ever saw. Seeing you cry because of him, made the man feel so guilty. Something had gotten stuck into his throat, maybe guilt, regret, love, he didn’t know. He cleared his throat while watching you cry more freely. Your dance partner was obviously worried about you, and they asked how you were feeling. They offered you their handkerchief to dry your tears, and you did use it, muttering a small thanks.

I don't know why I run away

I'll make you cry when I run away

The fact is, he was a coward. Despite the both of you being so in love with each other, he wanted to run away. It’s been so long since he last loved someone, dared to let down his mask and shield with someone. But he hated it, he felt so vulnerable, so the more you saw each other, the more he was conscious, thinking of leaving you to protect you, and him.

You could've asked me why I broke your heart

You were walking towards the General, after giving back the tissue your dance partner handed you. You tried to be as emotionless as possible after some of the guests and especially The Darkling had spotted you like that. You hated the fact that your heart was still calling him. After everything happened. You hated the fact that you still find him so handsome, that you still could fall asleep in his arms.

You could've told me that you fell apart

Despite being not able to read minds, Aleksander knew that you were fighting with dangerous thoughts in your head. But you were silent. You broke the eye contact that lasted for so long as if it was hours, while walking towards him. You took a glass of alcohol from one of the servants, smiled politely to thank them, and drank a lot of it. You were dangerously approaching him, and it made him tense up a bit.

But you walked past me like I wasn't there

And just pretended like you didn't care

You left the room, without a word. Without another look towards him. When he felt your presence leaving, he felt like falling apart. How could he get hurt so much just by having you leave like that ? He didn't know, but the overwhelming feeling of guilt has started to make him sick. He fought the urge to follow you, and try to talk to you, to apologize. But he knew, deep down in his heart, even though you loved him so much, you could not forgive him, ever.

I don't know why I run away

I'll make you cry when I run away

He was getting more and more distant everyday, thinking that you would not notice. But of course you were too smart for that, you let him know that he was worrying you. He told lies after lies to make you feel better, and to be honest, to make him feel better too. Alas, being far from you was killing him. Not being able to have you in his arms, to kiss the top of your head, your cheeks and his favorite spot, your lips, was strangling him day after day. He knew you cried a lot these times, and he regretted making you feel that way, he didn’t deserve you.

Take me back 'cause I wanna stay

He wished he could be back into your life. He wished to change everything he said to you that night. He wanted to be with you, to tell you how much he loved you. Oh, he wanted to stay with you so much. He wanted you to get him back. Instead of leaving, he wanted you to take his hand, look at him with your beautiful eyes and pull him back into your arms. But the only thing he could have from you were the tears you liberated when you saw him.

Save your tears for another

Save your tears for another day

Save your tears for another day

He hated seeing you cry. He hated the feeling that it gave him, the way you looked up at him, with your wet and sparkly eyes, he wished he could dry them up. He didn’t want you to let them roll down your cheeks because of him. He wished he could tell you to keep your tears.

So, I made you think that I would always stay

He was so scared of losing you, after many years of loneliness, finding you was a relief. The way you could make his heart and head spin just by smiling at him, the way you could make him stutter just by locking your eyes to his dark and weary gaze. He wanted to stay with you forever, and he told you so many times he would. But he lied, as much as he wanted to have you, he was terrified.

I said some things that I should never say

You looked at him in pure shock. The words that left his mouth ringing in your head made you shiver and shake.

“I hate you !” He said, looking down at his feet. He pressed his lips together before looking at you with tears in his eyes. You didn’t know that it was possible to see The Darkling crying, but today was the first and the last time you could see that. He took a step forward, approaching you with his powerful presence and body, while you got scared and got your back touching the wall.

Yeah, I broke your heart like someone did to mine

“I hate how you make me feel, I hate that you have so much power over me. I love you but I can not do this anymore. Everytime I look at you, I feel weak, when everyone thinks I'm the most powerful Grisha in this world. I feel that way because I’m constantly scared that someone is going to kill you, or take you away from me. So today I decided that I’ll be the one taking you away from me, I want you safe, but I can’t love you anymore if I want this.” 

Tears were rolling down in both of your eyes. You felt your heart shatter, how could he tell you that after all this time ? You clenched your fists, letting a heavy silence in the room, before slapping him with all of your strength. He expected you to scream at him, run away from him, but definitely not the slap. Even though he knew you were strong, the ache on his cheek was not as severe as the pain in his heart when he shared these cruel words. Not being able to say anything, he saw you leave the room hastily, without a word, he knew he couldn’t have you back, it was his biggest mistake.

And now you won't love me for a second time

He left the room, wanting to go back to his quarters, but he decided to go outside for a bit, before locking himself in his room. After leaving the tall walls of the Little Palace, he saw your shadow walking towards the near forest of the building. He imagined rushing towards you, yelling your name, trying to find the best excuses of the world to have you back, but he just couldn’t. He already broke your heart, he was sure that he would do it again if you accepted his apology. So he just looked at you going far away from him. His mask broke, tears were rolling down his pale cheeks, he closed his eyes and tried to dry them, in vain. He wished you could love him again.

I don't know why I run away, oh, girl

Said I'll make you cry when I run away

Girl, take me back 'cause I wanna stay

Save your tears for another

I realize that I'm much too late

And you deserve someone better

Hades!Aleksander Morozova x Persephone!Reader

word count: 2.3K

genres: Greek Mythology!AU, angst & fluff

summary: For most of your life, you lived in the garden that your mother, Demeter, created for you. You never left it until Aleksander, the god of the Underworld, took you away upon your request. In your absence, the crops of the human world began to fail because of your mother’s despair.

author’s note: This is technically the final chapter, but I will be making an epilogue :D

PREVIOUS. PART III . EPILOGUE COMING SOON

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The following day, as you arrived at Mount Olympus with Aleksander by your side, the pomegranate seeds sat heavily in your stomach. You were sure that if you moved too quickly, you would regurgitate them. The decision that you made with your lover was a testament to your loyalty to one another and it felt like it was at the expense of Demeter’s sanity. You were now forever connected to the god who had shown you the world.

From across the room, he and you could see your mother and Nikolai. It was like years had passed and this was the first time after a decade that you had seen her. She looked just as you had left her. You did not expect yourself to be so excited to see her, but when you saw her smile and glassy eyes, you were already prepared to make amends and move forward.

Demeter saw how Aleksander held your hand and how he slowly let it go when she started stepping toward you. You approached each other slowly, as if a small whisper would have brought both of you to dust. She looked over you to be certain that you were not being returned with a single hair split of your crown, then without any warning, she nearly crushed you with a hug. 

“Y/N,” she whispered as she patted your head while she embraced you. She said your name like the prayers she had been making for the past weeks. Her voice shook like a low earthquake and her eyes had a layer of water that was ready to topple over her water line. 

“Mother,” you said as tears were bubbling in your throat. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more than I can explain,” she cried.

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You're my sister, my sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you. To protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do.

Im so sorry this is what I was thinking about as I read this 😭😭😭

Twisted Devotion (Loki x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, DUB-CON, adopted sibling!reader, incestuous relationships, murder, violence, loss of virginity (m. and f.)

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summary: Loki was your guardian angel from the moment you were left at the palace doors. Angels fall sometimes, don’t they?

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