#Yassen x Wolf

[polarnacht1]

Now that I'm thinking about them what do you think of Ben Daniels/Alex or Wolf/Yassen?

As I had to look up who Ben Daniels is and what he really did (I have only read book one, half of book four and Russian Roulette) I don't have an opinion on him - so I don't ship it because I don't know him 😂 therefore my longer answer to Wolf/Yassen (I refer to show!Wolf only here, I really dislike book!Wolf)

I Ship It, but only very low key

What made you ship it? I think mainly @fredbassett1 fic Speed Dating got me to consider the ship. I picture them also bonding over caring for Alex

What are your favorite things about the ship? I like that they would be equals from the start, both ruthless when need be, probably also a bit ruthless against each other but over time growing soft(er). My favourite thing actually would be if they confessed their love for Alex to each other and then pursued a poly relationship with him (in a closed V relationship)

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I don't think so, though probably the polyship with Alex is not everyone's cup of tea

thank you so much for the ask 💙

[strangesoulmates]

Hello! Yalex for the ship game and if you've done this already what about Wolf/Yassen (ob both if you want, obviously)

Polarnacht 💙

Already did Yalex, so it's Wolf/Yassen time!

Don’t Ship It

Why don’t you ship it?

I mean, while I am the queen of shipping things based on NOTHING, but this one suffers on two fronts. Namely, they never interact in canon, and I feel like I don't know nearly enough about Wolf. Also, it suffers in comparison to my other yassen ships. And I can't see either of them like, actually having feelings for each other. There's too much miss match in morals and no reason to work through it

2. What would have made you like it?

I mean, it isn't a notp or anything, and I won't not read a promising fic because of it, but some canon interaction would help.

3.Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

The one time it came up in a fic, I did read and enjoy the fic in question. Granted, Wolf and Yassen were undercover as a couple trying to rescue Alex, but even so.

[regalbanshee]

EDIT: THIS FIC HAS BEEN FOUND!!

Hello all you wonderful people,

I need your help.

I am trying to find a fic I read today for the ship Alex Rider x Yassen Gregorovich.

Basically, it was Alex realising his feelings for Yassen just as Yassen sacrifices himself so that they have extra time to evacuate civilians. But of course Yassen survives (I think it was him against 10 militia men). When Alex sees him, he kisses him. Yassen leaves before the MI6 cavalry appear. Oh and then Wolf questions Alex about what just happened with Yassen.

I read it on AO3.

If anyone knows the fic I am talking about I would be so very grateful if you could share it with me.

I lost it and have just spent what feels like forever trying to find it, and it's now getting to the point where I am starting to believe I just made up the whole thing.

[myulalie]

Hey 😊 Yassen please for the character game

Hii thank you ♥

Favorite romantic ship(s): Yalex all the way, I really can't get into John or Ian as romantic partners :/

Favorite platonic dynamic(s): John, especially with one-sided attraction, and with any villain he ends up killing, it's just hilarious to watch haha I also love his interactions with Jack in AUs where she threatens him x)

LGBT+ headcanon(s): hm a lot of things could be interesting, AroAce (not sex repulsed), Demisexual Gayromantic I think!

Job headcanon (in an AU/or future): Some kind of landscapping, gardening business, arms dealer, anything to do with health and hospitals (nurse, surgeon, physio)... Teaching as well (languages or science but could also end up as a yoga instructor), some kind of pilot (not an instructor in that case though).

Animal shifter headcanon: idk some kind of snake or a bird? a lynx or a tiger for a feline lmao and he would make an excellent red deer just saying, if we're going for basic a wolf.

Favorite canon thing about them: I love that he failed his first assignment to graduate Malagosto (I'm pretty sure that's canon but I haven't actually read that part yet so...) if not it's his ruthlessness afterwards!

Least favorite canon thing about them: I get frustrated with the russian roulette gimmick to determine his survival at times but it's not a big deal x)

[aggressiveglockenspiel]

i watched all of alex rider (2020) yesterday, so here are my thoughts on this adaptation of one of my fav childhood series!

oh my lord when i first pressed play me and mum were so worried that it was going to be american and not british and then it fucking starts with the roscoes and THE UTTER FEAR-

the most unbelievable thing about alex rider is that tom would be allowed to wear his beanie in school

bike safety with always wearing your helmet but also showing underage drinking?? i mean go off sure (i say this as a british teenager who normally only does one of these things - hedge your bets which one)

*likens the x-men to the lgbtq+ community*

“i know krav maga” “i know shooting people in the head”

singing over the top of heavy metal music ???? i love this boy

“so what’s for pud?”

“it’s got anchovies i hate anchovies” “they’re what you deserve”

i’m highly uncomfortable (written at the scene with fiona in the swimsuit)

just hitlers birthday being the passcode is everything i wanted in a scene and more

iVe SeEn iT aLL iVe sEEn iT aLL - my boyyyyyyyy :’((((

EVA STELLENBITCH

i love one (1) boy (+ percy jackson)

QUICK SHOT IRONING BOARD

“can you even snowboard?” “i can snowboard”

“that’s fox, snake, eagle” “did your parents all lose a bet?”

i actually love wolf so much wtf. mother hen of alex wrapping the foil blanket around him 🥺🥺🥺

THANK YOU AMAZON PRIME FOR ACTUALLY SHOWING THAT ALEX IS NOT OKAY !!!!!!!!! HES A TEENAGER !!!!!!!!! HES N O T O K A Y

“she hugged me” “she. hugged you.”

honestly FUCK THIS SHIT i can’t fucking TAKE THE TENSION fuck this SHIT godDAMN motherFUCKERS fucking CLONE ALEX

also: bonus points for letting alex swear !!!!!!!! let this salty boy SWEAR !!!!!

tom is precious and must be protected at all costs

you have 23 minutes to SORT IT ALL OUT

fucking FINALLY thank you smithers

oh you better fucking run alex

okay but THAT FADE so you can actually see yassen’s face properly hyyyngggg

in conclusion: i didn’t actually know what to think at first ???? and then i got wholly emotionally invested so i’d say it’s good :))

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

Stormbreaker Screenplay 2.0

Written to cope with my utter disappointment with the movie. 

INTRODUCTION.

Earlier that day… A smart leather briefcase makes its way down a hallway, attached to it is a man in a navy suit, he is middle-aged and unremarkable, one of those banker types, this is IAN RIDER.

The hallway is so stark and white it would not look out of place in a hospital. He walks past two people dressed in white HAZMAT suits. There is an elevator at the end of the hallway which has a both a card scanner, and a 7-digit-code. He punches in the code without even looking. As the elevator door closes, one HAZMAT SUIT turns, in one fluid, graceful motion, and watches him.

CUT TO…6:30pm in the evening, a street somewhere in CHELSEA… Two large, loutish figures swagger down the sidewalk, swearing and grunting. Wannabe thugs, teenagers in baggy clothes and too much hair jell. But in the darkness the effect is menacing, rather than ridiculous. They're drunk and bored, a volatile combination…

Something shiny catches their eye, it's a brand new racing bike parked outside a dairy. THUG #1 gives a low WOLF-WHISTLE, it's one hell of a bike, high-tech and silver, looking like something out of a Bond movie. They waste no time trying to cut the lock with their pocket knives.

A VOICE interrupts them: Um, excuse me?

The THUGS look up. This little blond kid steps out of the dairy. He's about fourteen years old and wearing a school uniform. In one hand his holds a Cornetto, in the other, a juice box. It's ALEX RIDER.

ALEX: Excuse me, but, um, that's my bike.

CUT TO…The briefcase and IAN RIDER goes through an arduous security check, involving x-rays, metal detectors and sniffer dogs. It seems that they are as concerned with who goes out as who comes in. IAN RIDER explains something to A MAN ON THE PHONE.

IAN RIDER: …Family emergency. No, nothing serious, I should be back by Monday.

CUT TO…A Cornetto lies melting on the pavement, beside it, a puddle of red, oozing from a flattened juice box. ALEX wets a napkin on his tongue and dabs ineffectually at a red stain on the front of his shirt. His tie is a little crooked, and a few strands of hair have fallen over his eyes. The prone and prostrate forms of the two THUGS can be seen lying on the ground behind him.

ALEX throws his ice-cream, juice-box and two confiscated pocket knives into a nearby rubbish bin, looking very pleased with himself. THUNDER rumbles in the distance, and suddenly it starts to rain, rather put-out by the weather ruining his cool moment, ALEX hops onto his bike and pedals home.

CUT TO…IAN RIDER climbs into a sleek, silver BMW. He is meticulous, making all manner of small adjustments before he drives. As the car speeds off we hear a phone call he makes off-screen. An odd, brusque phone call. He wastes no time on pleasantries.

IAN RIDER: This is Rider. I'll arrive back in London in three hours and thirty-seven minuets.

He hangs up, hesitates, and enters another number… but he doesn't dial, he just stares at the row of digits, his face inscrutable. A moment later and the phone is turned off and returned to it's holder.

Heavy purple clouds sit low on the horizon, the BMW files like silver arrow. Thunder rumbles in the distance, a storm is coming.

CUT TO…A warm, brightly lit kitchen, rain patters on the roof outside. A young red-headed woman, is preparing dinner to the beat of LOUD ROCK MUSIC. This is JACK STARBRIGHT, the housekeeper, she is 28 years old and American. If a hurricane could cook, it would look something like this. However, this is controlled chaos, and she is a skilled chef.

JACK: AL—EX!

ALEX'S muffled answer can be heard from downstairs, in the laundry room.

He is stripped to the waist and wearing a towel hat, scrubbing at his stained shirt with a Tide Pen. His head bobs to the beat of MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC. It is plain to see he is unusually fit and muscular for his age.

ALEX: JA—CK?

JACK: DINNER'S READY!

ALEX: COMING!

ALEX grabs some clean clothes and runs up the stairs two at a time. He emerges at the top, completely dressed in a new set of clothes, in the way movie magic. He runs through the living room, and then doubles back and runs through again, because he forgot to do a sock-slide across the hardwood floors. He barely misses a cabinet full of antiques. JACK can evidently see through walls…

JACK: Alex!

ALEX (innocently): …Jack?

JACK: I swear to god, if you break another plate, I'm putting you up for adoption…

ALEX: (He glances guiltily at a conspicuous gap on the top shelf) It was only an ugly one… If you ask me, I was doing the country a service!

JACK: Don't just stand there, set the table! And clear that junk away!

ALEX: Half of this is yours!

They dance around each other in a familiar routine, and settle down for their dinner of two. Alex puts food away like he's performing a magic trick, checks his phone, and plays with a football under the table, it's an impressive display of multitasking. He laughs at a text.

JACK: Uh-uh. If you choke to death doing that, don't come crying to me for help.

ALEX: Hey, you're on your phone too.

JACK: I'm a adult, I've earned this right. (she puts it away) So, how was your day?

ALEX: I've changed my mind, go back to your phone, you've earned it.

JACK: (She steals the football from him) Well?

ALEX: (trying to steal it back) Oh, super exciting. Let's see…A plane crashed on the field, Tom got mauled by a lion and Beyoncé performed in the cafeteria.

JACK: (laughing) Did they catch the lion?

ALEX: (steals back the ball) Well actually, Beyoncé rode off on it—

The doorbell rings.

ALEX: (He glances at the downpour outside). Man, Jehovah's witnesses…nothing puts them off.

The doorbell rings a second time.

JACK: Uh! I just sat down. Coming! Coming! Hold your horses!

JACK gets up to answer the door. Alex tries to eat, but he keeps glancing back up. Finally his curiosity gets the better of him and he jumps up.

CUT TO…JACK looks through the peep-hole. She sees something that makes her eyes widen in shock. Her hand trembles on the doorknob.

CUT TO …ALEX makes his way into the hallway.

CUT TO…. The door opens to reveal two uniformed police officers, collars turned up against the torrential rain. They take off their caps in unison and tuck them respectfully under their arms. Their postures stiff and unhappy.

OFFICER #1: Is this the residence of Mr. Ian Rider?

JACK: Yes.

OFFICER #2: Mrs. Rider?

JACK: No, I'm the housekeeper…what is it? What's happened?

CUT TO…ALEX hears their voices speaking in hushed and somber tones. Funeral voices. He catches a few stray words here and there. CAR CRASH… SLIPPERY ROADS… NOT WEARING A SEATBELT… SO SORRY…

There is a low throbbing sound in his ears that is slowly growing louder. When he is finally able to move again, it feels like he is walking underwater.

ALEX: Jack?

JACK: (in tears) Oh Alex! It's Uncle Ian… He's dead.

JACK hugs ALEX and the police come inside. The door closes. Outside the wind howls ever louder, sheets of rain lashes against the windows and LIGHTENING flashes in the distance. FADE TO BLACK. In the distance, THUNDER.

QUE MAIN TITLE: STORMBREAKER

END.

—

Notes:

I would like to thank AmberLily34567 for reviving my interest in this story.

- I'm trying to find a good balance between the high-energy, slightly over-the-top feeling of King's men, and the very dark tone of the book.

- Man, reading Alex Rider when your older vs when you're younger is such a trip… 12 yo me: WOW Alex is so cool and mature! 18 yo me: he's a BABY who the HELL thought this was a good idea. I'M CALLING CPS.

- A movie called Stormbreaker, without any storm imagery, seems like a wasted opportunity! Embrace those clichés!

SPOILERS ALERT

- The man in the HAZMAT SUIT is Yassen.

- Ian was shot somewhat close to London, and the storm covered up the gunshots. It was done by underlings, hence the sloppy job that left the car looking like Swiss cheese.

- Yassen kills Ian, but does not pull the trigger. That's how he justifies it.

- Ian had very bad luck. His actions made Yassen suspicious, but he might have survived, had he not resembled John so much…

- Ironically this resemblance is exactly what saves Alex…

- Ian entered Alex's number, in a moment of sentiment, because he knew that he might not make it out alive. In my interpretation, Ian genuinely loves Alex, and wanted to protect him, not just to make him the perfect spy. It makes their relationship far more painful and complicated.

[mini-james-bond]

Stormbreaker Screenplay 2.0

Written to cope with my utter disappointment with the movie. 

INTRODUCTION.

Earlier that day… A smart leather briefcase makes its way down a hallway, attached to it is a man in a navy suit, he is middle-aged and unremarkable, he could have been anyone, a banker, a lawyer or a businessman, but something about his brisk, purposeful movements and piercing gaze sets him apart. This is IAN RIDER.

The hallway is so stark and white it would not look out of place in a hospital. He walks past two people dressed in white HAZMAT suits. There is an elevator at the end of the hallway which has a both a card scanner, and a 7-digit-code. He punches in the code without even looking. As the elevator door closes, one HAZMAT SUIT turns, in one fluid, graceful motion, and watches him.

CUT TO…6:30pm in the evening, a street somewhere in CHELSEA… Two large, loutish figures swagger down the sidewalk, swearing and grunting. Wannabe thugs, teenagers in baggy clothes and too much hair jell. But in the darkness the effect is menacing, rather than ridiculous. They’re drunk and bored, a volatile combination…

Something shiny catches their eye, it’s a brand new racing bike parked outside a dairy. THUG #1 gives a low WOLF-WHISTLE, it’s one hell of a bike, high-tech and silver, looking like something out of a Bond movie. They waste no time trying to cut the lock with their pocket knives.

A VOICE interrupts them: Um, excuse me?

The THUGS look up. This little blond kid steps out of the dairy. He’s about fourteen years old and wearing a school uniform. In one hand his holds a Cornetto, in the other, a juice box. It’s ALEX RIDER.

ALEX: Excuse me, but, um, that’s my bike.

CUT TO…The briefcase and IAN RIDER goes through an arduous security check, involving x-rays, metal detectors and sniffer dogs. It seems that they are as concerned with who goes out as who comes in. IAN RIDER explains something to A MAN ON THE PHONE.

IAN RIDER: …Family emergency. No, nothing serious, I should be back by Monday.

CUT TO…A Cornetto lies melting on the pavement, beside it, a puddle of red, oozing from a flattened juice box. ALEX wets a napkin on his tongue and dabs ineffectually at a red stain on the front of his shirt. His tie is a little crooked, and a few strands of hair have fallen over his eyes. The prone and prostrate forms of the two THUGS can be seen lying on the ground behind him.

ALEX throws his ice-cream, juice-box and two confiscated pocket knives into a nearby rubbish bin, looking very pleased with himself. THUNDER rumbles in the distance, and suddenly it starts to rain, rather put-out by the weather ruining his cool moment, ALEX hops onto his bike and pedals home.

CUT TO…IAN RIDER climbs into a sleek, silver BMW. He is meticulous, making all manner of small adjustments before he drives. As the car speeds off we hear a phone call he makes off-screen. An odd, brusque phone call. He wastes no time on pleasantries.

IAN RIDER: This is Rider. I’ll arrive back in London in three hours and thirty-seven minuets.

He hangs up, hesitates, and enters another number… but he doesn’t dial, he just stares at the row of digits, his face inscrutable. A moment later and the phone is turned off and returned to it’s holder.

Heavy purple clouds sit low on the horizon, the BMW files like silver arrow. Thunder rumbles in the distance, a storm is coming.

CUT TO…A warm, brightly lit kitchen, rain patters on the roof outside. A young red-headed woman, is preparing dinner to the beat of LOUD ROCK MUSIC. This is JACK STARBRIGHT, the housekeeper, she is 28 years old and American. If a hurricane could cook, it would look something like this. However, this is controlled chaos, and she is a skilled chef.

JACK: AL—EX!

ALEX’S muffled answer can be heard from downstairs, in the laundry room.

He is stripped to the waist and wearing a towel hat, scrubbing at his stained shirt with a Tide Pen. His head bobs to the beat of MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC. It is plain to see he is unusually fit and muscular for his age.

ALEX: JA—CK?

JACK: DINNER’S READY!

ALEX: COMING!

ALEX grabs some clean clothes and runs up the stairs two at a time. He emerges at the top, completely dressed in a new set of clothes, in the way movie magic. He runs through the living room, and then doubles back and runs through again, because he forgot to do a sock-slide across the hardwood floors. He barely misses a cabinet full of antiques. JACK can evidently see through walls…

JACK: Alex!

ALEX (innocently): …Jack?

JACK: I swear to god, if you break another plate, I’m putting you up for adoption…

ALEX: (He glances guiltily at a conspicuous gap on the top shelf) It was only an ugly one… If you ask me, I was doing the country a service!

JACK: Don’t just stand there, set the table! And clear that junk away!

ALEX: Half of this is yours!

They dance around each other in a familiar routine, and settle down for their dinner of two. Alex puts food away like he��s performing a magic trick, checks his phone, and plays with a football under the table, it’s an impressive display of multitasking. He laughs at a text.

JACK: Uh-uh. If you choke to death doing that, don’t come crying to me for help.

ALEX: Hey, you’re on your phone too.

JACK: I’m a adult, I’ve earned this right. (she puts it away) So, how was your day?

ALEX: I’ve changed my mind, go back to your phone, you’ve earned it.

JACK: (She steals the football from him) Well?

ALEX: (trying to steal it back) Oh, super exciting. Let’s see…A plane crashed on the field, Tom got mauled by a lion and Beyoncé performed in the cafeteria.

JACK: (laughing) Did they catch the lion?

ALEX: (steals back the ball) Well actually, Beyoncé rode off on it—

The doorbell rings.

ALEX: (He glances at the downpour outside). Man, Jehovah’s witnesses…nothing puts them off.

The doorbell rings a second time.

JACK: Uh! I just sat down. Coming! Coming! Hold your horses!

JACK gets up to answer the door. Alex tries to eat, but he keeps glancing back up. Finally his curiosity gets the better of him and he jumps up.

CUT TO…JACK looks through the peep-hole. She sees something that makes her eyes widen in shock. Her hand trembles on the doorknob.

CUT TO …ALEX makes his way into the hallway.

CUT TO…. The door opens to reveal two uniformed police officers, collars turned up against the torrential rain. They take off their caps in unison and tuck them respectfully under their arms. Their postures stiff and unhappy.

OFFICER #1: Is this the residence of Mr. Ian Rider?

JACK: Yes.

OFFICER #2: Mrs. Rider?

JACK: No, I’m the housekeeper…what is it? What’s happened?

CUT TO…ALEX hears their voices speaking in hushed and somber tones. Funeral voices. He catches a few stray words here and there. CAR CRASH… SLIPPERY ROADS… NOT WEARING A SEATBELT… SO SORRY…

There is a low throbbing sound in his ears that is slowly growing louder. When he is finally able to move again, it feels like he is walking underwater.

ALEX: Jack?

JACK: (in tears) Oh Alex! It’s Uncle Ian… He’s dead.

JACK hugs ALEX and the police come inside. The door closes. Outside the wind howls ever louder, sheets of rain lashes against the windows and LIGHTENING flashes in the distance. FADE TO BLACK. In the distance, THUNDER.

QUE MAIN TITLE: STORMBREAKER

END.

—

Notes:

I would like to thank AmberLily34567 for reviving my interest in this story.

- I’m trying to find a good balance between the high-energy, slightly over-the-top feeling of King’s men, and the very dark tone of the book.

- Man, reading Alex Rider when your older vs when you’re younger is such a trip… 12 yo me: WOW Alex is so cool and mature! 18 yo me: he’s a BABY who the HELL thought this was a good idea. I’M CALLING CPS.

- A movie called Stormbreaker, without any storm imagery, seems like a wasted opportunity! Embrace those clichés!

SPOILERS ALERT

- The man in the HAZMAT SUIT is Yassen.

- Ian was shot somewhat close to London, and the storm covered up the gunshots. It was done by underlings, hence the sloppy job that left the car looking like Swiss cheese.

- Yassen kills Ian, but does not pull the trigger. That’s how he justifies it.

- Ian had very bad luck. His actions made Yassen suspicious, but he might have survived, had he not resembled John so much…

- Ironically this resemblance is exactly what saves Alex…

- Ian entered Alex’s number, in a moment of sentiment, because he knew that he might not make it out alive. In my interpretation, Ian genuinely loves Alex, and wanted to protect him, not just to make him the perfect spy. It makes their relationship far more painful and complicated.