#darkmalina

[greensaplinggrace]

Summary:  

It had become a certainty in Aleksander's mind - that the concept of Alina always had a Mal attached to it. They were soulmates in every sense of the word. A realization that should have allowed him to come to terms with his feelings for her, but had instead - in an act of complete betrayal - provided him with unexpected new fantasies of them both.

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 6580

Relationships: The Darkling/Mal Oretsev/Alina Starkov

Additional Tags:

Cabin Fic, Snowed In, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Caretaking, Sickfic, Soft Alina Starkov, Soft The Darkling, Soft Mal Oretsev, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting & Modern, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff & Angst, Baghra’s A+ Parenting, Kissing, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending

[genrebender]

More Malarklina mood boards!

[dinathalawriter]

So I had to reaaaaally guide her/him through. also lol three children but one child per dad??

The general Aleksander Morozova also called the Darkling, the head of the grisha, is in love with both Mal (who thinks he hates him) and Alina, her enemy and ally, the second more powerful creature in the world. But there's no need to choose because they also love each other. Please add Alina bearing children for both men (several children)!

Aleksander Morozova, the Darkling, stood at the edge of the cliff, looking out at the vast expanse of the Fold. His mind was occupied with thoughts of Alina and Mal, the two people he loved more than anything in the world.

Alina was the second most powerful creature in the world, the Sun Summoner, and his enemy and ally. Mal was a tracker who had once been Alina's love interest, and now, despite his own feelings of hatred towards the Darkling, Aleksander found himself inexplicably drawn to him.

He had kept his feelings for both of them hidden for years, afraid of what their reactions might be. But now, as he stood on the cliff, watching the sunrise over the Fold, he knew he couldn't keep his feelings bottled up any longer.

That night, he met with Alina and Mal in the abandoned castle, where they had all once trained together. He told them how he felt, expecting them to be repulsed or angry. But to his surprise, they both listened to him with open hearts.

As they talked, Aleksander felt a weight lift off his shoulders. For the first time in his life, he felt truly understood and accepted. And as the night wore on, their relationship grew closer and deeper.

A few months later, Alina announced that she was pregnant with their child. Aleksander was overjoyed, but he knew that Mal had played a part in it as well, for Alina had borne a child for both of them. They were ecstatic to learn that they were expecting not one, but several children.

The birth was difficult, but in the end, they were blessed with three healthy, beautiful children. They named them Yuri, Nadia, and Alexei, after their parents and their shared love for the country of Ravka.

Despite the challenges they faced, they were happy. They had found a way to make their love work, and they were grateful for every moment they shared together. And as they looked at their children, they knew that they had created something special, something that would endure for generations to come.

[thefudge]

I FOUND THIS ON INSTAGRAM FJDJSJSJDKAKAKKSKD

lmaooo ok but since he doesn't specify the gender and uses the plural, im gonna assume that aleks is thirsting for both mal and alina and what he really wants is to make this a throuple

[blushnik]

The second most voted Patreon prompt from last month – Darkling's Pet Mal with a sprinkle of darklina on top of it ^^  I don't even know what the ship name for Darkles and Mal is but if you can find the uncensored version on my Patreon for just 1€ – link in the bio! 💙

[seventfics]

they all has hands

[daisylincs]

(If you like malina and darklina have you considered: malarklina? 👀)

It's super cool to see someone both in the AoS and SaB fandom! Glad you're enjoying the show :)

Oh my gosh, hiii, and what a freaking awesome ask to get!! 😍😍😍😍 It's fab to be in both of those fandoms, honestly - they both just gladden my heart so very much, it's the actual best and I am SO happy to be here!!

Now onto your question: Malarklina (though, come on, Malarklina, surely we can do better than that? What about Darkmalina? Or even Malinaleksander?) ANYWAY. Yes, that - wow, gosh, I'd be an utter liar if I said I hadn't considered it, lollz 🤣 Kirigan just has so much chemistry, with, like, everyone. Our SAB gc calls him "General Tall Dark and Handsome" and "Chemistry in a Cloak" 🤣🤣🤣😍

But like, seriously, he and Mal could totally have had this furious, hot hate-sex type of thing going in that first confrontation! Just... saying ;)

It'd have to be a pretty heavy AU, though, because I'm afraid that Kirigan's far less than moral actions with Alina and the collar rather put me off shipping them in any form whatsoever :/ I mean, I saw him being evil coming from a mile away, but it turned out to be even worse than I'd expected, and now my brain is just like #nope. He be a villain, and not the good, funny, lovable type like the Crows.

So yeah, that's a yes in "I definitely thought about it and it'd be way hot" but a "no in anything past that bc my bbys deserve better than dark, evil and admittedly attractive arseholes who violate their autonomy" from me.

:D and thank you so much for the ask, Ri! Ilyyyyysm for indulging my new truest love, this fantastic show 🥰🤗

[averydistinctivestyle]

So... I wrote a thing. 

I know I’m followed by like, five real people and a hundred bots, but if any of the real people following me like Shadow and Bone, polyamory, magic systems that go a little eldritch, and aren’t too afraid of OCs, maybe check it out?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31476674

[dinathalawriter]

why not both!

How I pick up my OTP

I can say that I like to challenge myself (or torture myself to be exact)

[rhaenyratargeryn]

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you - Shadow and Bone for this ask game ❤️

OOOOOOO!!

Favorite character: Alina Starkov tbh. I love her entire arc, her embracing her gifts. That whole line, "I wasn't ready before" when coaxing out her light. I wish her story ended differently, but still I very much am loving show Alina especially.

Least Favorite character: ....you know who I am gonna say by virtue of who my favorite character is alone and my saying I hate her ending. IT IS MAL. IT'S MAL. IT'S THE COMIC SANS FONT JOCK CHILDHOOD FRIEND WHO IS SO UTTERLY BORING TO ME BOOK!MAL. Show!Mal is lightyears better.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Darklina, Kanej, Darkmalina (the duality of man here. oT3 it and suddenly it is good again), Helnik.... I don't have a fifth honestly.

Character I find most attractive: In the books? Kaz. In the show, the Darkling.

Character I would marry: ...my favs are all probably really bad to marry but fuck it, Darkling. Rip to Alina but I'm ready to rule the world.

Character I would be best friends with: Nina and Inej, I adore them both <3

a random thought: I live in fear of what Leigh Bardugo will do to Kaz in any soc follow ups because in interviews she has implied she feels he is too "far gone" and done too many bad things to have a happy ending.

An unpopular opinion: Alina shoulda kept her powers at the end of the series, even if they were diminished somewhat.

My Canon OTP: Kanej

My Non-canon OTP: Darklina-- I mean, it was kinda canon? But then it became very much We Are Never Ever Ever Getting Back Together.

Most Badass Character: Inej ofc

Most Epic Villain: Hmm... villain wise, I think Pekka Rollins is more compelling than anything from the other series.

Pairing I am not a fan of: Malina, like YA ALREADY KNOW BY NOW...

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Eh, in the show I feel they missed the mark on Kaz a bit, but Jesper is so flawless I'm willing to overlook it.

Favourite Friendship: Jesper and Everyone to be honest. His dynamic with Inej and Kaz and Wylan (romantic too) and Nina...he's the heart of them so much and I love it.

Character I most identify with: Probably Nina. I too love waffles, crushing the hearts of my enemies and being delightful.

Character I wish I could be: Oh I wish I had half the coolness of Inej. I mean, it is the Truama(TM) but like-- she's so cool and her KNIVES and her resolve. Inej is goals.

[greensaplinggrace]

mal saying that without alina he would have been afraid of the dark when aleksander was afraid of the dark as a child. there is some crazy shit going on in my malarklina salad

[genrebender]

Malarklina moodboards for the few of us who ship this 😉😜

[dinathalawriter]

Among the Grisha, you better be bi. Men take a wife AND a 'boy' for when they are apart... The darkling chooses Malina because they get along well and there shouldn't be jealousy. Jealousy ensues.

[sapphiics]

love having no clue whatsoever what this whole grisha darkmalina wizard crows dregs universe thing is

[greensaplinggrace]

.........anyways, talk to me about how after 500 years, mal and darkling still can't say 'i love you' without making it a) sound like a joke, b) sound like a threat OR c) one of them being 'this' close to dying

I love how you send me this ask and then have the gall to ask me if I'm okay in the tags of my (admittedly very chaotic) Malarklina post! Like wtf this is so angsty! I mean it's also some great insight into their characters and their relationships with the word love, specifically in regards to each other. But now you've given me Emotions (tm) about these two idiots and I can't stop thinking about this.

Anyways, Mal says it first.

For weeks he's planned it: the perfect moment, the perfect words. He'll take Aleksander out to a field of blue irises and lay a quilt atop the grass. Then he'll lay Aleksander upon it.

It will be intimate and tender. Like Mal's done with Alina hundreds of times before and Aleksander has done the same in turn, the both of them speaking softly into her ear, bodies pressed so tightly together.

Except this time, the words won't be for Alina.

This time, Mal will take the other man into his arms as they always do at night. He will press kisses into Aleksander's skin, tell him that he's beautiful, that he's special, that he's wicked and kind and tastes of chocolate. And then Mal will tell him - he will. In that perfect, beautiful moment, he'll tell Aleksander he loves him.

The trip is planned for tomorrow afternoon, supplies packed and horses readied. Mal is nervous, palms sweating. Even after hundreds of years his heart still races like a lovestruck teenager when he thinks of them. It is an emotion he'd thought he'd lose as he grew older. One that has instead grown stronger, fiercer, more debilitating than ever.

His mouth tastes of sand and his mind flashes to their long, drawn out history. All of the ups and downs and violent, deadly strikes at each other's weaknesses. He thinks of Aleksander's scars and Alina's hair and the mark of an arrow just a hairs breadth away from his own soft heart - things he should be over by now. But he's not, and Aleksander's not. And they are all, probably, not.

So Mal is nervous and excited and maybe a little bit in love. He wipes his sweaty palms on his pants and reminds his racing heart of the way Aleksander had brushed his hair from his forehead the other night, fingertips feather light against Mal's skin and expression softened by adoration. He reminds himself of the way Aleksander had tucked his face into Alina's neck and curled around her under the covers, Mal's hand pulled over his side and held tightly to his chest.

Mal doesn't have to remind himself that he loves Aleksander. That one comes like breathing.

All he has to do is say it.

Aleksander is himself, of course, the night before. Not at all nervous. Instead watchful and sharp, slate grey eyes following Mal around the house in dedicated vigil. He's trying Mal's patience, ready to pounce on any piece of information Mal might let slip about his plans - observing and waiting under the likely impression that he appears the predator - but Mal has known this man for centuries and finds himself only amused by the evidence that Aleksander is dreadfully curious.

Mal raises a brow at the other man's impenetrable gaze and reveals nothing. Aleksander goes to bed frustrated that night, and Mal can't say that either he or Alina are unhappy with the development.

The next day, they ride out on a bright, sunny morning. The wind ruffles Aleksander's hair and puts a blush on his cheeks. Mal imagines that he looks much the same, grinning widely over at the other man, heart pounding, as they ride all the way to the meadow.

Then he spreads out the quilt, lays Aleksander upon it, and presses kisses into his skin.

And that is all he can do with his mouth, for the entire afternoon, words dead on his tongue.

He does not say it.

He cannot say it.

They return home later that night pleased and sated, quiet, with the words, as always, left unspoken between them.

---

Afterward, the months pass in a blank, formless blur. Mal tries to focus on other things, like patching the roof of their small cottage and tending to the garden and dedicating inordinate amounts of time to making both Alina and Aleksander flush. He tries very hard not to think about that day, and the night before, and how certain he'd been of his bravery.

He feels like a coward.

And then the riders come, with swords and guns and fire, burning their life to ground in an instant, and suddenly Mal doesn't have the time to feel much of anything anymore. He runs from the house, pulled along by Alina and pulling her in turn, barely dodging the whistle of a bullet, and thanks every Saint he can remember for the sight of Aleksander's dark figure at the treeline.

Zhenya is a beauty of a horse, strong and lean with a coat of pure silken white. Aleksander tugs at her reigns to calm her, seated upon Ilya at her side, and wastes no time in turning them both in the only direction they can flee as Mal pulls himself and Alina onto Zhenya's saddle.

Alina turns with a whip of her hands, brilliant light blinding their pursuers, and Mal follows the blackened trail of shadows that coalesce all around them.

Hoofbeats chase them for miles, the sound of pursuit relentless and daunting. Mal doesn't have his bow; he doesn't have his gun. Alina shivers against him in the cool night air wearing nothing but a thin shift, and Aleksander looms ahead of them dark and dangerous but ever so weary, haunted by weeks of insomnia and nights spent awake.

They are going to die. His partners. The people he loves.

They are not ready for this.

And they aren't ready for the cliff, either - the end of the forest and the sudden break in the earth. Aleksander shouts, Ilya rearing, and Mal only has a moment to even think to pull on Zhenya's reigns before she's bucking, whinnying in terror, and Mal is sent flying through the air.

He hits the ground with a curse, tumbling forward and scrambling desperately at the loose dirt for anything to halt his progress. There's nothing - nothing - and everything goes white.

"Alina," he gasps, mind blank except for the sheer, mind numbing terror that she could already be gone. And when he finally reaches the cliffside and the floor falls out from underneath him, all he can do is feel his heart plummet to his stomach.

He chokes out a yell and clenches his eyes shut, still reaching for anything that could keep him here by Alina's side - by Aleksander's side. Then a hand closes around his wrist, grip hot and hard and painful, and Mal is met quite suddenly with the solid ground again as his face meets the cliffside.

He swings for a second in the air, attempting to find purchase along the rocks with his feet, and looks up to see Aleksander above him. The man is wide-eyed, lips parted, staring down at him as if his entire world is coming to an end, fingers white with the strength of his hold on Mal, and Mal thinks for one bright, clarifying second that oh, this is what true fear looks like.

He wonders blankly if Alina would have seen it on himself not two seconds ago when he'd believed her dead.

"Don't let go," Aleksander tells him - demands of him, the controlling bastard.

He's looking for a promise, Mal realizes. But his voice is shaking, arms unsteady, cheek painted in red. Blood drips down his chin from a wound on his forehead, face pressed against the cool earth and eyelashes fluttering. His grip on the edge of the cliff is weak at best, and Alina's shouting voice is too far away to share some of the weight.

We're going to fall.

"We're going to fall."

Aleksander blinks at him for a second, bleary eyed. Then he swallows, breaths coming out shorter, heavier. Mal's known him long enough to realize when panic is setting in. "What?"

"I'm sorry," Mal tells him, because he is. Because he wants nothing more than to be with these people forever.

Alina, he thinks again, and wishes fervently that she were here.

Aleksander is shaking his head, swallowing roughly, lips forming a pained, desperate "no." But no sound slips out. His grasp slips, fingers loosening, and Mal can see him straining to keep them both in place.

"I love you," Mal breathes out, overcome with the sudden desire to say it again and again every day for the rest of their lives. "I love you. I'm sorry. I love you."

"No!" Aleksander roars furiously, eyes wide and expression stricken, thunder cracking in a blackened sky.

Mal lets go.

Aleksander exhales sharply, face going white as his grip slackens, fingers grasping at nothing but air. "N-no."

And Mal falls.

[genrebender]

Alina and her amplifiers