#malkolai fanfic

[daensan]

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence Category: Multi Fandom: Shadow and Bone (TV) Relationship: Nikolai Lantsov/Mal Oretsev/Alina Starkov Characters: Alina Starkov, Mal Oretsev, Nikolai Lantsov, General Kirigan (Shadow and Bone TV), Ivan (The Grisha Trilogy), Fedyor Kaminsky Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Criminals, Alternate Universe - Road Trip, Polyamory, Blood and Violence, Mentions of sexual abuse, Hurt/Comfort Chapters: 1/1 Words: 6,882

Alina never thought she would be able to let someone else into her life.

Mal always had one destination; now, he had two.

Nikolai was starting to realize that the ones who saved him would also be his ruin.

Alternatively: Alina and Mal are running away from their past when they find a battered and almost lifeless Nikolai on the streets. After saving his life, they convince him to join their escape plans, their hunt for revenge and, maybe, their bed too.

Notes:

Some considerations:

This fic was inspired by the song "From Eden" by Hozier. Feel free to listen to it during your reading.

If you have any kind of sympathy for Kirigan/Darkling, this fic probably isn't for you. Be warned.

Although there isn't graphic depictions of sexual abuse, it comes very close and it's widly mentioned through the fic. Read at your own discretion.

This is supposed to happen in a modern day version of Leigh Bardugo's universe, but it's not explored at lenght, so just have in mind it's in a modern setting.

This is only my second work in English, since it's not my first language, so please be kind.

[bones-for-sure]

Firebird's Affect on Mal

Mal with bird-like traits/animalistic behaviour.

OKAY, so Mal is the Firebird, right? And I know that the Firebird was never actually a bird, but, and hear me out here. WHAT IF, Mal had bird-like tendencies or even just more animalistic traits. Just picture Mal preening and puffing out his chest when someone compliments him, or specifically his tracking. (subtly, but noticeable if you're looking at him). Alina gets sick once when they were kids, and Mal spends a whole day running back and forth from her room gathering blankets and pillows and food and water until Alina stops him (buried in a mound of the aforementioned blankets and pillows). Or Mal in the military being oddly aggressive and territorial because of the trauma from being bullied in the orphanage, and becoming weirdly testy and hostile towards people who approach his "area".

And of course, because I am, as always, ridden with a severe case of Malkolai brainrot, so: Mal wearing bits of colour and spending ages in front of a mirror "preening" his appearance (essentially dressing up pretty and dolling himself up) before going to meet Nikolai. Mal constantly seeking Nikolai's attention by hovering (or, as Zoya and Alina dubbed it, "fluttering") about the golden King. Mal making a cooing/trilling noise when he's content, discovered when he and Nikolai were laying in bed and Nikolai started running and hand through his hair at the base of his head, which led to a very shocked silence, embarrassed blushing, frantic denials, and a fair amount of teasing (and yes, Nikolai does take full advantage of this discovery and now his hand is almost always on the back of his pet tracker's neck, much to the pleasure embarrassment of Mal). Mal extending his territorial and protective behaviour to Nikolai almost as soon as he met him, much to both parties' confusion and Alina's delight.

[geiszleib]

something something malkolai au where mal is a grisha who is sent to the palace to form an alliance with nikolai, whom he's only heard about through stories, and they have this immediate attraction that's shoved to the side by the overbearing fact that mal is a grisha and nikolai is a royal. forbidden love, sneaking kisses in the halls between dinners, hiding under the garden trees and touching like there is no one there to judge them except the saints, making soft promises into pillowcases and bedsheets and into each other's skin. all they want is each other, but it's so hard when duty calls and mal is ripped away to the front lines and nikolai is forced to sit with his family and watch the war ravage the land. each and every day he hopes for a letter, either one from mal or a letter from the second army proclaiming his death. he begs the saints to protect his lover, his partner, his true north.

[mel-street]

i think i accidentally became a malkolai shipper???

[duncan-rohanne]

Dream anon

I find your blog after too many anti malina or anti mal blog, yours was the first I saw with no hate and you recommend Hand in Hand in unlovable Hand and I read it in like 1 day, it's the first fanfic in shadow and Bone that got me really hooked so that's why you had the honor of my dream 😉

Do you have other recommandation of fanfic in this fandom ? It's really hard top find good one 🥲

ah, anti mal/anti malina sentiment is proper introduction to this fandom, i've been there last year. fun times :/

uhhhh, honestly? i haven't read that many fics, a) i'm picky and b) the anti mal agenda is so annoying, but definitely the malkolina tag on ao3 is growing, well, as much as ot3 tag can grow, and most those of fics are pretty good. it's just 17 of them right now, i think you can check it out yourself and go through it.

i wish i could you recs some malarklina but we all know that tag is a mess, full of mistagging and ooc characterizations if you actually manage to find actual ot3 fic. no shade, but i'm just not into that.

but i will recommend 'the sun and the sea' which is absolutely stellar malkolai fic, 30k, zoya is the goat, which is hitting all my buttons, because on this blog we love miss nazyalansky. honestly, if you are just a little bit interested in mal/nikolai dynamic, this fic is must read.

[bones-for-sure]

MALKOLAI FIC!!

Malkolai fic!! just a short, cute, sweet moment of the two aboard the volkvolny, hidden and tucked away from the world. my sweet, silly little guys!

this is just something short to get my writing muscles for this fandom back up and running, i've been hyperfixating on other ones recently and neglecting my babies here😔.

content: fluff, malkolai, volkvolny, no dialogue, just a cute moment of the two cuddling, they're both sleeping, heavy on the descriptions [this was basically just me sitting down and going crazy with a picture in my head for five minutes, and the result was this heap of sugar] word count: 510

hope you guys enjoy!

Aboard the Volkvolny - malkolai fluff

Sunlight streamed in through the small porthole in the captain's quarters, a soft beam falling across the teal and cream bed sheets, casting the mahogany into a rich umber. The gentle glow painted gold, the occupants of the bed.

One with a head of feathery, curling spun gold, shimmering ever brighter under the light as though storing the glittering brilliance and glowing with the blessings of the stars.

The other, tanned skin, bronzed and glowing as warm as the hair of the first, with light freckles splashed across cheekbones, as though marks left from gentle affections and kissed by the sun, glowed with a warm strength from within.

The ship they lay in was a stunning, sleek schooner, with at least three masts and a fantail stern.

Sunlight made the golden gildings of the ship shine like it was enchanted, and rich wood, painted teal and rendered permanent by materialki craftsmen, proudly framed a gleaming deck of burnt umber. Above, the light cream sails flared, filling with natural winds, the day so pleasant for sailing that a squaller’s aid was deemed unnecessary.

The Volkvolny was a thing of beauty, that much was certain.

She rocked gently, bobbing in the calm waves as the first crew hands to rise hauled up her anchor. Outside on the deck, hushed noises of movement could be heard as early risers amongst the crew began to go through the motions of their daily routines.

The pair slumbered on, neither accustomed to lazy mornings, neither prone to good sleep, yet sleep they did, and never better than in each other's arms.

The calm sounds of the crew milling about on deck served as a soft lullaby of familiarity, drifting to the captain’s quarters as they cycled through mundane tasks, bumbling about, functioning off muscle memory as their sleep-addled minds sluggishly struggled to wakefulness.

The tranquil morning was tinged with nostalgia and mirth as the sun playfully caressed all it could reach, greeting them gently.

Nearby, a flock of gulls soared past, some dipping gracefully into the foam of the otherwise unbroken blue, and emerging with a bounty of fish before rejoining their group with a few strong beats of their wings. The sun glinted off their gleaming white back, making the droplets of water clinging to their grey-dabbled back glitter like jewels. Above, the blue sky stretched on, limitless, fluffy white clouds scattered across like cotton pulled sparse like paint lightly applied with a dry brush.

It was like a scene captured by strokes of an artist’s loving, tender brush, immortalised in a painting to be cherished for distant ages.

Yet the two figures most adored by the sun slumbered on into the late morning, oblivious to the world within each other’s tender embrace. The pair slept on, stealing a moment of peace as they slept well into the noon, undisturbed by their crew in a rare show of soft indulgence. When they woke they would be subject to merciless teasing aplenty, but for now they lay content in the safe solace of their love’s arms.

word count: 510

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I hope you guys enjoyed!!

I might turn this into a series, i was thinking something like a collection of malkolai's stolen moments of private affection, or maybe one of those 5 + 1 things? let me know if that would be something you guys would be interested in ig🤷

[bones-for-sure]

woah

i have not posted here in a HOT minute, sorry guys

i'll be (hopefully) getting more active on this blog, and I've decided to open my asks so all you lovely folks can request fics!

I will write anything about: malkolai, genyalina, zoyalina, wesper, kanej, genyadavid, helnik, or just general mayhem with platonic stuff