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Welcome to the United States of America where if you want to be safe from guns you die if you want to get a safe abortion you die if you're gay you die if you're black you die if you're a woman you die if you're disabled you die if you're a kid you die if you're a POC you die if you're trans you die and no one will do anything about it because some stupid cuntrags that are two steps away from tripping on a staircase and dying cling to some dipshit beliefs from over 6 decades ago and decide to make it everyone's problem

now thats a lot of damage

Billy Russo Masterlist🦋

Here you can find all my Billy Russo stories.

Organized from the oldest to the most recent.

guide: fluff=♡ angst= • smut= **

⚠️If you are underage do not interact with my NSFW fics⚠️

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One Shots:

Irresistible Attraction**

Billy Russo x Reader

Good Girls Turn Bad**

Demon!Billy x Reader

Because I'm Broken●♡

Billy Russo x Reader

Working With The Enemy**

Billy Russo x Enemy!Reader

You Belong To Me**♡

Billy Russo x BestFriend!Reader

Next Door **•♡

Billy Russo x Neighbor!Reader

Ruined Girl**•

Billy Russo x Reader

Forever and Ever/part1

Hades!Billy Russo x Persophone!Reader

Fic:

Favorite Crime **•♡

Billy Russo x Rawlins!Reader

Drabbles and Headcannons:

You and Billy are late for a meeting**

Billy and a Latin!Reader ●♡

Karen discovers your secret♡

The little Padfoot ♡

Billy is a sugar daddy**♡

Billy and his secretary**

Stalker!Billy**

Billy meets Anvil's rival CEO

Drunkenness hits (900-follower event) ♡

I don't want your pity (900-follower event)•

Silly Superstitions (900-followers event)♡

Forever (900-followers event)♡

Wake up with you (900-followers event)♡

This fucking dress (900-followers event)♡

Don't say no♡

Ur writing is too good for this world

Admist the Storm with the Darkling please?

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

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

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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

My Masterlist

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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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 •

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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Loki Laufeyson

Series

Mischief & Trickery

Summary: Medea Daegandottir, the Goddess of Trickery, loves spicing things up in the Asgardian palace. Adding her best friend Loki into the mix could only bring more chaos. What could possibly go wrong? The answer, many things. 

CURRENTLY UNDER RECONSTRUCTION!

Oneshots

Three Words; Fifteen Letters; One Expletive 

Summary: Where best friends may, in fact, fall for best friends. 

Into The MCU | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Summary: As an inventor, you try to create a device that allows you to shift realities. What happens when you land into the MCU?

You’re Stuck With Me Now! 

Summary: Because the compound is in chaos, you venture off to your room and find something that you weren’t meant to. Safe to say that you are now officially Loki’s problem.

Drunken Words

Summary: If there was one thing that could always get on your nerves, it would be what the press had dubbed ‘Stark Parties’. And, as residents of the Avengers Tower, it was mandatory for you and Loki to attend. So, what else could you guys do besides get plastered and reveal all your secrets?

You Tell Her, or I Will

Summary: After many years watching them both mutually pine over each other, Thor has finally had enough, and forces his dear brother Loki to confess his feelings to Y/n.

Accidental Confessions

Summary: After a mission to collect a special vile, the team unwinds on the quinjet back to the Tower. What happens when Tony decides that it was a good idea to unleash whatever was inside?

Tom Hiddleston 

Oneshots

Fanfiction

Summary: After another successful Avengers Film, the cast get together to celebrate. However, after being caught reading fanfiction about a certain actor who plays a mischievous norse god, your friends will do nothing but try and get you two together.

Almost Too Late!

Summary: Going into labour is not fun. But what makes it worse, is that Tom is out for a boys night with the rest of the Marvel cast…and you can’t reach him. What else could go wrong?

James Conrad (coming soon)

Benedict Cumberbatch (coming soon)

Doctor Strange 

Oneshots

You’ve Been Here All This Time?

Summary: Y/n hasn’t heard from her soulmate in years and eventually learned to live with the fact that sometimes soulmates aren’t meant to be. What happens when she writes one last message to hers while living at the Sanctum?

Oops…?

Summary: What problems could a problematic witch cause at the Avengers Tower? The answer is all of them. So, when you’re in dire need to do some witchy things, the Avengers ship you off to the Sanctum, in hopes that Strange can keep an eye on you. But what happens when everything still goes wrong?

Sleepy Realisations

Summary: Realising that you have a crush on the egotistical Dr. Stephen Strange was not something you were expecting to happen during the middle of your shift. So what’s the best thing to do: ignore him. And it works…well, it works until Stephen corners you.

Tony Was Wrong.

Request: I really like this make more pls maybe where Tony’s sister comes back after years and meets dr. strange and they warm up to each other and later confess 

Practice Makes Perfect

Summary: After a spell gone wrong, all the Avengers somehow end up as toddlers, and babysitting nine super-humans and two gods isn’t easy. So, you call up your boyfriend for help…after all, practice makes perfect.

BBC Sherlock Holmes (coming soon)

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 

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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

You ever just find a fanfic that you really like at like 3 am, you don’t like it because you already liked it in the past and you also forget to reblog, then the next day you’re like “huh that was a really good fanfic I wanna read it again” and now suddenly it’s impossible to find it.

Tumblr needs to get a feature when I can see blogs or posts I’ve visited.