#oc: queen alina

[forthedancingandthethriving]

A prince slowly paces back and forth, inside the castle. Outside, the coronation area was being set up.

He wore a black suit, with a purple dress shirt underneath. Black dress pants and shoes finished off his look, complimenting his dark blue fur. He wasn't exactly a Russian Blue cat like his predecessor, but it didn't matter. He just had to be careful about how he walked in the light, he didn't want any yellow or orange appearing.

He adjustes his outfit before turning his head, seeing his 'father's' former attendant approaching. She had been more than happy to come back now that the 'son' was here.

"Your Highness, everything is nearly complete," she says, her tail flicking gently. "We haven't gotten word back from the other royals, though."

He puts on a sad yet understanding smile. "I don't blame them. After all my father has done, they are no doubt going to be suspicious of me." He sighs softly. "We must simply let them come to their own conclusions."

She nods, a warm smile on her face. Their new king would be far better than the old one.

○●○

"I still find it hard to imagine he managed to find someone to have a child with.."

Prince Damien hums softly as he approaches the royals of Haromnia. His eyes flick over all of them and the others they brought. They all seem surprised, yet pleased.

"Well, would ya look at that." Queen Alina places a paw on her hip, her formal dress suspiciously close to that of a pirate's. "The lad is real!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Damien." Queen Melody smiles. "Apologies for none of us being here sooner.."

"Ah, it's fine." Damien shakes his head, holding up a paw. "Considering all my father has done, it's not exactly hard to believe that you all wouldn't really trust the letter."

King Magnus chuckles. "Well, we see you now. Hopefully, you'll do big things, Damien."

The soon-to-be king smiles. "I hope so too."

As the group began to talk and discuss, Damien spun the story he'd spun so many times before. His father had him with a commoner, his mother. Yet she grew sick and pleaded with Umbra to take Damien, and the king reluctantly agreed. However, Umbra was ashamed of having a child out of wedlock and hid Damien, and the prince preferred to stay hidden because of his father's behavior and actions. Only the court knew of his existence, but even then he was limited in his interactions with them.

"I remember always listening to Tonio's music.." Damien smiles wistfully. "I hope that maybe he'll return and I can apologize for what my father had done.."

"What had he done?"

"It's.. not my place to say." He didn't want to admit that he didn't know. It was the one thing he couldn't figure out as he integrated himself into this world.

As they continue to talk, getting to know one another, a black cat walks past. He wears nothing blue, a black tunic, brown pants, and brown shoes, but all the monarchs and the Songbird present have their ears flick toward him. Damien has to force his ear to flick.

Unus. He thinks, watching the Muse head over to find a seat.

This would be interesting.

As he nods and parts ways, heading over to the stage to make sure the final preparations, when a ginger tabby clad in black steps in front of him.

"Pardon me, your highness."

Damien narrows his eyes before his ears perk upwards, and he puts on an elated face. "Tonio! I never expected you to come back!"

Tonio chuckles, though his tail is up, as if on alert. He supposes it makes sense. "Well, with Umbra finally out of commission, I believed a homecoming was due, no?"

The prince smiles somberly. "I feel a bit down knowing that only now you've felt safe to return." As he walks away, he turns his head a bit. "Hopefully I'll do well enough for you to feel safe to visit."

As the prince walks off, Tonio merely narrows his eyes a bit.

○●○

It went off without a hitch. Damien was crowned king of Devos, and he was pretty sure that he went deaf from all the cheering. All the monarchs and those they brought were more than happy to congratulate him, all clearly happy to have a competent ruler now.

Just how much did they hate Umbra? Damien thinks, flicking an ear as he shakes King Bolero's paw.

As he pulls away with a smile, he stiffens as something speaks in his mind.

I have high hopes for you, Prince Damien.

A black cat walks past, and Alina grins. "Ah, that's probably Unus. He loves to be all cryptic like that."

King Damien chuckles. "I figured."

His tail flicks. Unus seems to be important. He shouldn't forget that.

As more come to congratulate him, his eyes catch the light, and turn to a dark yellow rather than a crystal blue.

Everything was perfect. Now for the first step of his plan.. figuring out where the dead was kept here. Then maybe, finally, he could get rid of that accursed ClearAll his sister seemed to care about so much.

Life would be better off without death anyway.

[starogeorgina]

Children of the dragon

Warnings: Incest

Pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen × Targ oc

1.08

“I’ve simply come as a messenger. Aegon will bend the knee to his rightful queen.”

“A trick!” Daemons hisses while pointing the tip of his sword, dark sister, to your throat. “My brother was slain, and now your usurper cunt of a king has sent you here in some ploy. Why else would you come?”

The moment Dallax landed on the beach at Dragonstone, you were surrounded by knights. In truth, you thought it was a miracle your dragon didn’t live up to this reputation as a man eater and bathe all of those who threatened you in fire before devouring them. It was most likely the presence of Meleys that kept your own dragon in check. The knights escorted you and your two daughters, who clung to you tightly inside the castle, to be brought to your furious uncle.

“To show where our loyalties lie.” Still holding Alina’s hand, you push her behind you protectively while Alyssa buries her face into your side, scared. Daemon watches these actions carefully. He slowly lowers his weapon, his eyes fixated on your young girls. You clear your throat, relieved that he had no intentions of hurting them. “We put our support behind the rightful heir to the throne, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.”

“I assume you have your own reasons for abandoning the greens.” He eyes you suspiciously, obviously not believing you came for genuine reasons. He looks you up and down once more and asks, “Where is Prince Aeron?”

A pain aches in your chest at the mention of your son, remembering how you sobbed uncontrollably in the dragon pit as Aegon straps your daughters in. It was only with his persuasion that you agreed to leave without him, knowing that you had no other choice. Before you could answer, Princess Rhaenys appeared with a hint of smugness on her face. “Yes, the young prince did look rather ill when I saw him during your brother's coronation.”

With your heart hammering on your chest, your eyes well with tears. “Aeron was there?”

The older woman nods and says, “I must admit I was surprised. When Meleys burst through the dragonpit, interrupting the wrongful coronation of your brother, your husband only sought to protect himself, while Aegon snatched your son from his grandmother's arms and screamed at Ser Criston to take him somewhere safe. The young prince is very lucky to have an uncle who is so protective of him.”

Daemon raises his brows at the comment. You both knew what she was alluding to. The fear you felt before was quickly turning to anger, and Dallax sensed it as well. Letting out a loud screech before breathing fire into the air, causing Daemon to raise his sword once more.

“You had the opportunity to kill half our knights when you landed, weakening our army. Why didn’t you take it?” Daemon snaps.

“I’ve already told you, I’m here to put mine and Aegon’s support behind the rightful queen.” You hold his glare. “I’d like to speak to my sister; I will explain everything to her directly.”

“My wife is unviable at the moment.”

“I’ll wait.”

Rhaenys gives the prince a knowing look, then continues for him. “The stress of your father's death and the crown being stolen from her has sent Rhaenyra into labor.”

Oh. You didn’t know what to say. Rhaenyra's baby wouldn’t possibly be able to survive being born so early. Your silence seems to offend the prince more. He storms towards a number of his knights and hisses at them before disappearing into the castle's archway. The knights, in turn, snatch your daughters from you, causing you to kick and scream, trying your best to fight them off. “Daemon! Daemon! Please, no, not my babies! Please don’t!”

Alyssa and Alina’s cries fill your ears until you’re pulled far enough in the opposite direction that you no longer hear them.

—

Pacing back and forth inside a small room with no window, you hold the sleeves of your dress to your face, breathing heavily while trying to compose yourself. Princess Rhaenys told you through the door that no harm would come to your daughters, but her words did little to calm any fears you had for their safety.

You had been branded a traitor, which terrified you. Your sister could have you beheaded or burned alive, meaning she’d take the life of your unborn baby. Although you didn’t believe Rhaenyra to be a kinslayer, the grief of losing a child could drive her to madness.

There would be no turning back for you if you were in her position.

Suddenly feeling breathless, you sit down on the small bed. Your baby was kicking up a storm, causing sharp pains in your bladder. Taking a deep breath, you try to focus on happy memories.

You were enjoying a variety of different fruits for breakfast in the garden when Aeron tugged on the bottom of your gown, gaining your attention. “Uncle promised to teach me how to hold a sword properly,” your son informed you. “Then he’s going to take me riding on Sunfyre!”

“Did he now?” You ask, beaming at Aegon, who just shrugs, clearly amused by Aeron’s excitement.

It warmed your heart to see how much effort Aegon made with your children, and it eased the guilt you felt about having an affair. Aemond believed Aeron was his son and never once offered to take him riding on Vhagar. At this point, you’d probably refuse if he did want to take him. You smile brightly as the wet nurse appears, holding both of your daughters in her arms. You stand immediately to help take the weight off by taking Alina into your arms.

“Hi, sleepy girl,” you coo gently, kissing the top of her head. “Did they feed well?”

The wet nurse nods and says, “They both took plenty of milk, princess.”

She seems slightly taken aback when Aegon approaches her with his arms outstretched, indicating he wants to take the baby from her arms. She hands him Alyssa, whose small face has scrunched up in anger from being woken by the movements.

“Thank you. See to it that the cook gives you a good, clear wine to drink along with a hot meal.”

The wet nurse agrees, then excuses herself, addressing yourself, your brother, and your mother, whose facial expression had been sour the entire time. Since the rumors of the relationship between you and your brother began to resurface, she has been watching you like a hawk. Of course she knew the truth; your mother was no fool and probably knew it would happen before it did. That was why she tried to keep you and Aegon apart.

Your mother lets out a huff, saying, “I’ll hold her so you can finish eating.”

“We won’t be going anywhere unless you finish all your breakfast; dragon riders can’t fly on an empty stomach; otherwise, it makes them sick,” Aegon says in a more authoritative tone.

Aeron starts to finish his breakfast, and your mother smiles at Alina softly before shaking her head. Despite your mother's judgements, you enjoyed moments like this, watching your mother stares lovingly at her granddaughter while Aegon fusses over his daughter and son.

Fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you think of your family, silently praying you'll get to see them again.

—

It was nightfall before Prince Daemon arrived to talk to you, bringing food and water with him. He sits them down on a small table next to the bed before scoffing, “You’ll be happy to know your children are fine.”

Thank the gods. Your eyes well up with relief. You desperately wanted to ask to see them, but you knew he would refuse. You hold the cup of water in your hand but hesitate to drink it when you notice your uncle watching you so intensely.

He rolls his eyes and says, “If I wanted to kill you, I'd just do it. I wouldn’t go through the effort of poisoning you; I’d just slit your throat or feed you to Caraxes.”

“Good to know,” you say before gulping a mouthful down. “How is Rhaenyra?”

His face falls, silently answering the question you were too afraid to ask. The baby hadn’t survived.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s your usurper cunt of a king and venomous mother's fault that we lost our daughter. I intend to make them burn for what they have done.”

Before you can choke down your words, you snap in your lover’s defense, “You know nothing of what transpired since my father's death. Aegon has no desire to sit on the throne, but he couldn’t refuse-” Daemon lets out a chuckle before pretending to inspect his nails, obviously uninterested in what you have to say, which only fuels the fire building inside you. Enraged, you stormed towards him, only stopping when he was close enough to feel your breath on his face. “My children would have been slaughtered like pigs if he had not followed our mother's orders.”

Daemon’s glare causes you to take a step back; his fingers grip tightly to the hilt of his sword, dark sister. His jaw clenches. “What?”

“My mother got to Aeron before I did; she was planning on locking me up as well; she knew Aegon would leave with me. We had always said that when the time came, we would fly to Dragonstone and bend the knee to Rhaenyra. We’ve always known what our mothers and grandsire’s intentions were but tried to deny them, refusing to accept the fates we have chosen for ourselves.”

The demon’s hand falls to his side. “If we accept you into our home, how do we know you won’t switch sides? Scurry back off to the keep and tell the greens everything you’ve learned.”

The simple question makes you feel as if the air has been knocked from your lungs. You sit back down as your hand rubs at your bump, feeling the baby's feet kick as you do. “My own mother took my firstborn, Aeron, my only son, as a hostage to keep my brother from leaving.” Your eyes sting as tears spill down your face. “Aeron, Alina, and Alyssa have all been fathered by Aegon. She knows this, and she knows what will happen when Aemond finds out. Aegon sitting on the throne was the only way she wouldn’t say anything.”

“So the plan was to come here with the hopes we’d help you? A dangerous gamble to take.”

“Yes, so I’m begging for your help, uncle, yours and Rhaenyras.” It irritates you to see a slight smugness on your uncle's face. He was hurting greatly on the inside, but it wasn’t an excuse to take pleasure in how desperate you were. “When it comes to it, both Dallax and Sunfyre will fight for the blacks.”

His eyes twitched with curiosity. “Why would we need to fight if Aegon bends the knee?”

“Do you seriously think my mother, grandsire, and all those lords who don’t want a woman on the throne will just accept Aegon bending the knee to Rhaenyra? They want a male heir on the throne.”

He looks down at the ground, confused for a moment, before his eyes suddenly shoot back up with a look of realization on his face. “They will want Aemond to wear a crown.”

When your tears stop, you let out a dark chuckle. “On my wedding night, my mother said to me, ‘You poor clueless girl. Aemond would continue to fight for his family with you by his side, but Aegon? He would give it all up if he thought that’s what you wanted.’ She always knew this was a possibility, but still she pushed for my brother to be a usurper.”

“How long does the pretender intend to wear my wife’s crown?”

You ignore his insult and answer his question, “Soon as my son’s fever is down and Aegon is able to get him alone. He will send me a raven beforehand to let me know if he’s coming directly here or elsewhere first.”

“Why wouldn’t he come right here and bend the knee?”

“The moment they leave the keep, Aemond will likely figure it out. He is unpredictable. Aemond might chase after him, and Sunfyre is no match against a war-hardened dragon.”

Without saying anything else, Daemon turns to leave, keeping the door open. “I suppose you’ll want to see your girls, unless you’d rather stay here.”

Rolling your eyes, you get to your feet.

Before you leave the room, Daemon stops you with his arm and says, “You best hope Aegon writes to you soon.”

—

The next day, Aegon sent you a raven from an unknown location; he had fled during the night on the back of Sunfyre.

Ser Criston was tasked with spying on him, and he was pretty sure he saw him entering the dragon pit carrying Aeron, but the knight knew better than to go among the dragons if he wanted to live. No doubt he immediately reported this to your mother, who would have informed Aemond, but what version she gave him was anyone’s guess.

All of this meant that the blacks would need to act fast; if a vengeful Aemond sat on the throne, it would be an all-out war.

[raparopa]

Omgg could you write about nikolai lanstov and how he has known reader his whole life and they are together but not oficially and then alina comes and yk what happens and reader thought that they could handle it because it's a political marriage but then they end things and then nikolai one night can't take it anymore and so he goes to her room and begs her, quite literally on his knees to get back together, and maybe end it with some smut or fluff however you feel like doing but I just need him begging 😭

a/n: Crap! I really liked the idea of your request, so I thought about it and decided to make some changes. First, I thought about it and decided that I would most likely make a mini-series (big story) of several parts. Secondly, I realized that it is easier for me to fulfill your request with an !Original Character! not marked "reader" or "Y/N" And thirdly, of course, I had to change some details of the canon in order to somehow structurally introduce the hero into the story. Hope you enjoy what I do! let me know if you like it?(!)

warnings: Language, Squaller!OC (idk)

pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x OC!Dasha Romanov

summary: There is clearly an understatement between Nikolai and his childhood friend. But who knew that things could get even worse when the sun shines on the horizon?

gold and silver

prologue.

I knew Nikolai, without exaggeration, all my conscious life. We met when we were just children, when I was brought to serve in the palace (sensible squaller are needed everywhere, especially when the queen wants the sun on a cloudy day). He was the most restless boy I have ever seen in my whole life: he caused trouble for his whole family, nannies and tutors, but he was a fun guy, with an adventurous spirit and a good heart. Therefore, the fact that we found a common language did not take long. We would run away from classes together, I would show him tricks with the wind and clouds, and he would teach me how to shoot and even show me a couple of tricks so that I could protect myself with more than just my abilities.

And then the service began. His and mine. Nikolai and Dominic signed up for the First Army, while I was accepted into the Second Army, where my hard and fun life began. At first, Nikolai and I kept in touch, tried to keep in touch, but time passed, everything changed, we grew up and over the course of our destinies we changed a lot. Our communication slowly faded away. Of course, I heard rumors about what happened to the prince, and I'm sure he also heard rumors about me. I have long lost the habit of having Lantsov around, but still my heart ached every time I heard the news about him.

But in one moment everything changed. More time passed when Nikolai himself found me. True, now he was no longer Nikolai, but asked everyone to call himself Sturmhond. He was a privateer, with his own ship and crew, and kindly invited me to join the crew of the "Hummingbird".

How long did I think? Yes. It would be strange to immediately agree to such an adventurous proposal from someone whom I had not seen for several years. But Saints!

No matter how many years, centuries, centuries have passed; no matter what happens to me, I will always continue to adore Nikolai.

He still managed to convince me to join his crew. And I climbed the "Hummingbird", starting a new page in my life, but again next to Nikolai.

[cal-the-imp-artist]

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In your AU have you included lore of the Divine Warriors? If so, could we get some info on it? I love hearing about the different interpretations. From the Guards' Tales it seems like Kul'zack and Menphia were a thing? Could we get details?

Of course! Here are a few snippets of lore!

Irene and Enki were siblings, with Irene being ten years older. They were from the Gal’ruk region, and were both witches descended from one of the original ten, Vaiya (this basically meant they could speak to Wyverns and use magic). Menphia was the daughter of another one of the original ten witches, Gaia. This also makes her the sister of all the Wyverns we meet in the original series!

Shad was the original king of Ru’aun. He was enamored with Irene from the moment he met her. They had one child together, Alina.

The Divine Warriors consisted of King Shad, Irene who had not yet actually married into the role of queen, her brother Enki who followed her everywhere, three of Shad’s guards, and one retainer. Esmund, Menphia, and Kul’zak were those guards. The retainer is an oc, Philomena. She makes up the last of the Divine Warriors.

Menphia and Kul’zak were actually not together. Something that’s very critical to the AU is that the Divine Relics corrupted absolutely. That’s why the Wyverns were hesitant to trust Irene with the knowledge of how to create them. The only thing that could help them resist this corruption was a relic known as a Heart. Kul’zak was one of the first to discard his heart to gain more power. His relic twisted him into a possessive man who felt like he deserved to own Menphia. That’s why he created her that sword— it was a display of his power over her. Kul’zak is unfortunately still alive in the modern era as he’s the infamous king of Tu’la.

Though, he certainly wasn’t corrupted the worst. Enki and Irene bore the brunt of the corruption, becoming the Demon Warlock and Shadow Lord respectively. Shad also got corrupted into the Demon King, but he was killed relatively quickly. Philomena, my OC warrior, is corrupted into the Ice Queen. She’s killed around 300 years prior to Aphmau’s time by Vylad’s paternal grandfather.

Menphia and Esmund were the only Divine Warriors who weren’t corrupted by their relics. Esmund passed his relic down to his son, and infused his Heart into Ru’aun itself (which is why loyal guards cannot be affected by corruption). Menphia noticed that she was close to being corrupted (and she hated her life controlled by Kul’zak) so she discarded her relic and her heart and absconded.

During the AU, Aphmau meets every single one of the Divine Warriors: besides Philomena, Esmund, and Shad. This is because those three are all dead by this point in the story.

These are just some of the extensive lore I’ve written. Stay tuned for more to be revealed!

[vangbelsing]

I was tagged by @nicolajpg to make my dragon age OCs in this lovely picrew right here!! Mwah mwah thank yew for the tag 🫶✨

🌿 Daneryn Mahariel - She's pragmatic, somewhat cold and quick to give sass, but underneath she's a very kindhearted person. She's easily irritated and acts prickly almost constantly. She lacks social graces and is very inept at handling her own emotions... So practically a tsundere 😭 After Tamlen died, she tried to close herself off completely.... But she fell for Alistairs silly boy swag anyway 💀 She thinks Anora is a great queen and sees no reason to rock the boat by giving up her bf... Alistair sees she's far more gentle than she lets on, and he gets her to come more out of her shell by always making her laugh. Duncan practically had to drag her to Ostagar, but she came to accept the leaving her clan was for the best.

🌿 Issala Adaar - She's a mage qunari, so obviously she didn't fit in anywhere growing up, but she's incredibly optimistic despite it all and has a great distaste for authority. She's also a raging lesbian, so all of these factored in together made her immediately fall head over heels for Sera, the goofiest wife in the history of Thedas. She never wanted to be the Inquisitor and she certainly didn't believe she was Andrastes herald. To the surprise of no one, her best friends are Dorian and Solas. Cole is her favorite little guy and her closeness with him annoys Sera, but that doesn't dissuade her even remotely 🤭

🌿 Alina de Riva - She has a dispassionate demeanor that belies her inner fire. She tends not to speak often and rarely ever raises her voice, but when she does, she surprises everyone with just how shrill her yelling is 😭 She's incredibly starved for contact and is unused to people being genuine or gentle with her, so when Emmrich is immediately nothing but kind and patient, her first instinct is to write him off. But she pretty quickly develops feelings for him and becomes the biggest dilf chaser in Thedas 💀 She teaches him about the hobbies she picked up from her mother's profession and he teaches her about literally everything she doesn't specifically stop him from talking about. (she never interrupts him, she literally lives off of his lectures)

Not adding Hawke bc I just use default Marian Hawke bc she's perfect and I can't possibly change it 😔

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[sodaabaa]

his shadow chapter two; inessa

nikolai lantsov x OC inessa, the darkling's daughter and a childhood friend of ravka's golden prince, joins nikolai and alina in their plan to fight against the darkling.

tw: mentions of sexual assault

masterlist

disclaimer: some parts of this chapter are taken from the book in order to stay within the timeline of the actual grishaverse. i do not take credit for leigh bardugo’s work.

A week had passed since Inessa and the rest of the crew finally made it back to Os Alta. Nikolai, of course, was given a warm welcome by the King and Queen. Tonight was the first night of three banquets thrown in honor of their favored son’s return.

Inessa looked at the black kefta laying on her bed. It looked nearly identical to his. Black plush velvet with silver detailing. He was the only one permitted to wear the color black, the only one of his kind - to the public at least. Genya had delivered it today, hoping she’d wear it to the banquet, revealing Inessa’s lineage to the world for the first time. She claimed Nikolai had ordered it be made; To make a statement to the Darkling and to Ravka, reveal his secret weapon - a Shadow Summoner, hidden away from prying eyes for all these years. 

Her fingers brushed the soft fabric, tracing the silver swirls. How could he expect her to wear this? Brand her in the same color of the man who neglected her for years. Her introduction would be a spectacle no doubt, the secret offspring of the Black Heretic, who somehow had sided against her father. Leave it to Nikolai to create some kind of grand debut for her. 

Inessa glanced over at the grandfather clock in the corner of her room. Nearly time for the banquet, she took a deep breath and decided to don the kefta. She left her hair in a simple braid down her back and attached her sheath and sword to the belt on the kefta. 

As Inessa made her way to the ballroom, she passed by countless servants, guests, and grisha alike. Some gasped, some cursed, others gaped at her, utterly shocked at the girl walking through the Grand Palace like it was nothing. 

A Darkling. Shadow Summoner. Demon. Heretic. Inessa let the comments roll off her, never deigning to give the speakers of such comments so much as a glare. She was here to save Ravka, not destroy it.

She stood before the entrance to the ballroom, she could hear the buzzing of chatter, the soft lull of the violins. She gestured to the guards, who stared at her in disbelief but opened the door.

So Nikolai gave them a heads up? 

Inessa held her chin high and made her way inside, walking directly through the ballroom. As she walked, chatter became shocked whispers and music faded to a halt. Stopping before the four thrones arranged at the head of the room, Inessa bowed her head. The King and Queen sat at the center, Nikolai and Vasily flanking them on either side.

The three royals who weren’t acquainted with Inessa stared at her, slack jawed. Inessa glanced through her eyelashes at Nikolai. He clearly enjoyed this debacle, his arrogant smirk said it all. Nikolai allowed his family to digest Inessa’s presence before clearing his throat. 

“Mother, father, allow me to introduce you to Inessa.” He stood, reaching for her hand. She folded her hand into Nikolai’s, letting him bring her front and center.

“Nikolai. What is the meaning of this? How did you find her?” The King asked, furious.

“Father, Inessa is a Shadow Summoner. My-” he paused, “Ravka’s winning strike against the Darkling.” He corrected. 

“She will lead Ravka to victory, Inessa was trained by the Darkling himself.” He continued.

The King did not look convinced. This time, it was Vasily who spoke up.

“You cannot expect her to go against a fellow Shadow Summoner, can you? Nikolai this is preposterous! What if she’s related to him?” 

“I am his daughter, Moi Tsarevich.” Inessa spoke, voice as cool as glass.

The three royals seemed ready to burst.

“Daughter! Guards, have this heretic taken away at once! My son has gone mad!” Spat the King. “Perhaps the witch has seduced him.” Vasily retorted, his lip quirking into a vicious smile.

Nikolai placed himself in between Inessa and the approaching guards. 

“You will do no such thing, father. I’ve known Inessa since childhood, she is no threat to Ravka.” His voice boomed and his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Since childhood, Nikolai? You never told us this.” The Queen spoke softly.

“Inessa was raised in the Little Palace, I met her there as a child.” His voice was firm, refraining from giving any more detail than necessary.

“I assure you, Moya Tsaritsa, I pose no threat to Ravka. I, too, suffered at the hand of my father and my only wish is to free this country of his poison.” Inessa added.

The Queen looked warily at Inessa, as if she were a bomb about to go off. Inessa and Nikolai stood in wait for the King and Queen to banish them from Ravka or arrest them for high treason. 

To their shock, the King waved his hand, “very well.”

Inessa let out a relieved breath. She bowed to the monarchs and stepped away from the center. The string quartet in the corner of the room began playing a cheerful tune and the chatter of the gentry resumed, some even beginning to pair up and dance across the room.

Before Inessa could make it away from the center of the commotion, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

Turning around, she was met with warm blue eyes and a devious smirk. Nikolai was slightly bent at the waist, one hand behind his back and one held before him in an invitation to dance. 

Inessa rolled her eyes, “Your father almost had me arrested and your brother already accused me of seducing you, I highly doubt dancing with you will ease their worries.”

He did not relent. 

“Oh quite the contrary, my darling Inessa. I believe presenting a united front is what this country needs right now. Humans and grisha working together to defeat a common enemy.”

She took his hand, placing one on his shoulder. He pulled Inessa to his chest, snaking an arm around her waist. Despite the layers of clothing between them, she could feel the heat radiating off his body. Pressed into him this way, Inessa could smell the sea mist and citrus that reminded her of bright summer days spent chasing Nikolai through daisy fields. 

Inessa looked up at the prince, “why not dance with Alina? I’m sure dancing with her all night would make your intentions of marriage clear.” 

As they twirled, Nikolai bent down just enough for his lips to brush the tip of Inessa’s ear.

“I’ll be stuck dancing with the daughters of Kerch businessmen, Shu princesses, and Fjerdan nobles all night. I should be free to enjoy at least one dance.”

Inessa swallowed. She could smell the scotch in his breath, tickling her ear. Heat rose to her cheeks. She scolded herself, now was not the time to turn into a giggling school girl.

 The saints must have heard her prayers for Adrik came to ask Inessa for a dance. 

Sankt Juris, Sankta Lizabeta, Sankt Ilya, and whoever else; thank you.

Adrik took Inessa from Nikolai, relieved at the sudden shift in temperature. She felt feverish.

“You looked like you needed saving.” Adrik joked.

Later that evening after the festivities had died down and everyone returned to their rooms, there was an urgent knock at Inessa’s door. She walked over, worry rising through her. She was met with a furious Zoya.

“What happened?” 

“Sergei let her real name slip.”

Genya. 

Inessa let out a frustrated sigh, Genya had played a key role in the Darkling’s plot to depose the King. The small crew of grisha had made an unspoken promise to keep her identity a secret from Nikolai and keep her away from the King when they returned to Os Alta. 

Inessa followed Zoya to the King’s study where a group of grisha and the royal family were already gathered. Genya was standing behind Alina, her glare unwavering. 

Inessa forced herself to bow, hoping some of the diplomacy she’d learned from Nikolai might serve her. “Moi tsar.”

Genya took a small step forward. Her hands shook as she lowered her shawl. 

The silence in the room was the quiet after a cannon blast. Inessa saw realization strike Nikolai. He glanced at her, his jaw set. She hadn’t exactly lied to him, but she might as well have.

The King scowled. “She is a traitor to the crown. I want her head.”

Genya said to Nikolai, “I will take my punishment if he takes his. If he cannot be tried for his failures as a king, let him be tried for his failures as a man.”

“You ungrateful whore,” sneered the King.

“That’s enough,” Nikolai snapped. “Both of you.”

“I am Ravka’s King. I will not—”

“You are a King without a throne,” said Nikolai quietly. “And I respectfully ask that you hold your tongue.”

The King shut his mouth, a vein pulsing at his temple.

Nikolai tucked his hands behind his back. “Genya Safin, you are accused of treason and attempted murder.”

“If she wanted him dead, he’d be dead.” Inessa said.

Nikolai gave her a warning look.

“I didn’t try to kill him,” Genya said.

“But you did something to the King, something from which the court doctors said he’d never recover. What was it?”

“Poison.”

“Surely it could have been traced.”

“Not this. I designed it myself. If given in small enough doses over a long enough time, the symptoms are mild.”

“A vegetable alkaloid?” asked David.

She nodded. “Once it builds up in the victim’s system, a threshold is reached, the organs begin to fail, and the degeneration is irreversible. It’s not a killer. It’s a thief. It steals years. And he will never get them back.”

The Queen was shaking her head. “Small amounts over time? She didn’t have that kind of access to our meals—”

“I poisoned my skin,” Genya said harshly, “my lips. So that every time he touched me—” She shuddered slightly and glanced at David. “Every time he kissed me, he took sickness into his body.” She clenched her fists. “He brought this on himself.”

“But the poison would have affected you too,” Nikolai said.

“I had to purge it from my skin, then heal the burns the lye would leave. Every single time.” Her fists clenched. “It was well worth it.”

Nikolai rubbed a hand over his mouth. “Did he force you?”

Genya nodded once. A muscle in Nikolai’s jaw ticked.

“Father?” he asked. “Did you?”

“She is a servant, Nikolai. I didn’t have to force her.”

After a long moment, Nikolai said, “Genya Safin, when this war is over, you will stand trial for high treason against this kingdom and for colluding with the Darkling against the crown.”

The King broke into a smug grin. But Nikolai wasn’t done.

“Father, you are ill. You have served the crown and the people of Ravka, and now it is time for you to take the rest you deserve. Tonight, you will write out a letter of abdication.”

The King blinked in confusion, eyelids stuttering as if he couldn’t quite comprehend what he was hearing. “I will do no such—”

“You will write the letter, and tomorrow you will leave on the Kingfisher. It will take you to Os Kervo, where you’ll be seen safely aboard the Volkvolny and across the True Sea. You can go someplace warm, maybe the Southern Colonies.”

“The Colonies?” the Queen gasped.

“You will have every luxury. You will be far from the fighting and the reach of the Darkling. You will be safe.”

“I am the King of Ravka! This … this traitor, this—”

“If you remain, I will see you tried for rape.”

The room fell silent.

“Nikolai, you cannot mean to do this.” 

“She was under your protection, Mother.”

“She is a servant!”

“And you are a queen. Your subjects are your children. All of them.”

The King advanced on Nikolai. “You would send me from my own country on so slight a charge—”

At this Inessa broke her silence. “Slight? Would it be slight if she had been born noble?”

Mal crossed his arms. “If she’d been born noble, he never would have dared.”

“This is the best solution,” said Nikolai.

“It is not a solution at all!” barked the King. “It is cowardice!”

“I cannot put this crime aside.”

“You have no right, no authority. Who are you to sit in judgment on your King?”

Nikolai stood up straighter. “These are Ravka’s laws, not mine. They should not bow to rank or status.” He tempered his tone. “You know this is for the best. Your health is failing. You need rest, and you’re too weak to lead our forces against the Darkling.”

“Watch me!” the King roared.

“Father,” Nikolai said gently, “the men will not follow you.”

The King’s eyes narrowed. “Vasily was twice the man you are. You are a weakling and a fool, full of common sentiment and common blood.”

Nikolai flinched. “Maybe so,” he said. “But you will write that letter, and you will board the Kingfisher without protest. You will leave this place, or you will face trial, and if you are found guilty, then I will see you hang.”

The Queen let out a small sob.

“It is my word against hers,” the King said, waving his finger at Genya. “I am a King—”

“And I am a Saint. Shall we see whose word carries more weight?” Alina spoke. 

“You shut your mouth, you grotesque little witch. I should have had you killed when I had the chance.”

“You’d have to go through me.” Inessa spat, shadows lingering on the edge of the room.

“That is enough,” Nikolai snapped, his patience fraying. He gestured to the guards at the door. “Escort my father and mother to their rooms. Keep them under watch and ensure that they speak to no one. I will have your abdication by morning, Father, or I will have you in irons.”

The King looked from Nikolai to the guards who now flanked him. The Queen clutched at his arm, her blue eyes panicked.

“You are no Lantsov,” snarled the King.

Nikolai merely bowed. “I find I can live with that fact.”

He signaled the guards. They took hold of the King, but he pulled free of their grip. He walked to the door, bristling with rage, trying to summon the scraps of his dignity.

As they left the room, Nikolai turned to the little group of Grisha. 

“Do not think to rest easy, Genya Safin.” His voice was cold and deeply weary. “When this war is over, you will face charges, and I will decide whether or not you are to be pardoned.”

Genya bowed gracefully. “I don’t fear your justice, moi tsar.”

“I’m not the King yet.”

“Moi tsarevich,” she amended.

“Go,” he said, waving everyone away, “All of you.”

Inessa walked with the others to the door but hesitated, looking back on the torn prince slumping at his desk. She took a step towards him.

“You lied to me.” His voice was grave.

“I withheld information.”

“Same thing.” “Perhaps. But what was I supposed to tell you? Hello, Your Highness. Did I mention the girl who poisoned your father is part of our little team?”

“I would have been better prepared for this situation! I had to learn that my father was a rapist just now and decide all at once what I would do with the two of them. You should have been the one to warn me of Genya’s situation, you knew.”

“I’m sorry, Nik, I really am. We all wanted to tell you, we just didn’t know how.”

Nikolai was silent. 

“Despite everything that’s happened between us, I honestly thought you were still my closest friend, my most trusted confidant.”

Inessa’s heart dropped.

“Nik-”

He rubbed at his temples. “Leave, just leave.” 

Without another word, Inessa shuffled towards the door and left without looking back.

Making her way back to the Little Palace, Inessa lost herself in thought.

My closest friend, my most trusted confidant. 

She walked to the back gardens of the Little Palace, looking for her grandmother’s hut. Maybe Baghra could impart some ancient wisdom that would help her make it up to Nikolai.

Inessa. 

Inessa. 

Inessa. 

A rasp drew her attention away from the garden, shadows that weren’t hers writhing around her. 

“No, no, no this can’t be happening. Not here.”

Inessa tried to escape the grasp of the thick shadows surrounding her. The smoke closed in on her, clouding her vision and making it hard to breathe. Within seconds, she lost consciousness, the black smoke taking over.

[in-my-feels-probably]

MASTERLIST (2)

i’ve ran out of link space on my original masterlist, so i’ve had to start another one! if you want to find any of my previous work, it’s on my first masterlist, which you can find here!

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GRISHAVERSE

writing for kaz, jesper, nina, inej, zoya, alina, genya, and nikolai (requests open)

INEJ GHAFA

imagines

rest and relaxation - you take care of inej after a long day.

KAZ BREKKER

books

EMPYREAN (INEFFABLE SEQUEL) - ONGOING

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chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

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NIKOLAI LANTSOV

imagines

enchanted - it’s a long story of how you were enchanted to meet nikolai, but in a way you didn’t expect. it involves a certain privateer.

holding onto a mirrorball - a fic inspired by a shadow summoner and taylor swift’s songs the archer and mirrorball.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

writing for rhaenyra, aemond, alicent, and aegon (requests open)

AEMOND TARGARYEN

books

WE’RE BURNED FOR BETTER - ONGOING

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen

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RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

imagines

snow angels - only a stark could warm a hardened queen’s heart

THE BEAR

writing for carmy, sydney, and richie (requests open)

CARMY BERZATTO

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crash and burn

BRIDGERTON

writing for benedict, anthony, and daphne (requests open)

BENEDICT BRIDGERTON

home - best friends to lovers, except your best friend is daphne, who has been plotting for a new sister

HARRY POTTER

writing for sirius, james, remus, and regulus, harry, hermione, theo, mattheo, and enzo (requests open)

SIRIUS BLACK

paper rings - you hate accidents, except when you went from friends to this. and you like shiny things, but you’d marry sirius with paper rings.

cardigan - inspired by the lyric “you drew stars around my scars, but now i’m bleeding” except with a twist, because you both deserve a happy ending.

ivy - inspired by taylor swift’s song ivy.

right where you left me - sirius comes home to you after escaping from azkaban

timeless - domesticity and a diner on the corner

REGULUS BLACK

how the slytherin boys react to spending a rainy morning with you

slytherin boys as dads

THEODORE NOTT

how the slytherin boys react to spending a rainy morning with you

slytherin boys as dads

how the slytherin boys react to you dressing up as them for halloween

MATTHEO RIDDLE

how the slytherin boys react to spending a rainy morning with you

slytherin boys as dads

how the slytherin boys react to you dressing up as them for halloween

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

how the slytherin boys react to spending a rainy morning with you

slytherin boys as dads

how the slytherin boys react to you dressing up as them for halloween

THE WALKING DEAD

writing for rick grimes, daryl dixon, maggie rhee, glenn rhee, lydia, and alden (requests open)

OC

books

SCOTT STREET - ONGOING

prologue - the road to atlanta

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CHALLENGERS

writing for art, patrick, and tashi (requests open)

ART DONALDSON

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i feel so high school (every time i look at you) - after his divorce, 30 something art meets 20 something reader at an event in stanford

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[naushtheaspiringauthor]

~Child Of The Storm~

Nikolai Lantsov x OC

Image by - @brokendreamtale2

Warnings- none

A/N- After an excruciating month, I'm finally updating this fic as I'm finally done with finals😼 lemme know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist!

Taglist- @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @sirisuorionblack @nadeleine123n @marauders-wife @evelyndane

Ch-47 ~The Plan~

 “Strike them down! They’re trying to kill our Saint! They’re trying to kill us all!” the Apparat shouted at his Priestguards. 

“A man so obsessed with holy fire should pay more attention to the smoke.” Alina grinned at the priest

 The light slammed through the girl and burst over the room in a blinding cascade that illuminated the expression of utter shock on the Apparat’s face. 

The Priestguards threw up their hands, eyes squeezed shut against the glare. The Apparat recovered quickly. “Save her! Save her from the traitors!” he bellowed. 

 Some of the guards looked confused, some frightened, but two jumped forward to do his bidding, sabers raised to attack  Anaya and the Squallers. 

A guard slashed his saber towards Anaya, but she hastily formed a blade, crashing her weapon with his as she spun around. She thrashed her blade towards him with much force, sending him backwards as she kicked him in the ribs.

Mal had gotten hold of a sword, and his blade flashed as he cut through one guard, then the other. Two more advanced, but Tolya and Tamar were there to stop them.

 David ran to Genya’s side. Nadia and Zoya flipped another guard in the air. The Priestguards on the periphery raised their rifles to open fire. 

But before they could take further action, Alina’s cut hurled in a fiery arc.

 It crashed through a long table and tore into the earth before the Priestguards, opening a dark, yawning trench in the kitchen floor. 

Terror splayed across the Apparat’s face. The guards fell to their knees, and a moment later, the priest followed. Some wept, chanting prayers. Beyond the kitchen doors, Anaya could hear fists pounding, voices wailing, “Sankta! Sankta!” 

Alina dropped her hands, letting the light recede. She drew a little light and kept it burning in a warm halo around her.

She walked forward and stood before one of the kneeling guards. He was younger than the others, his beard just coming in and his gaze was fastened on the ground as he mumbled prayers.

Alina touched her hand to his shoulder, and his eyes slid shut, tears rolling down his cheeks. 

“Forgive me, forgive me.” he spoke

 “Look at me,” she said gently.

 He forced himself to look up. 

Alina cupped his face in her hand

“What’s your name?” she asked

 “Vladim… Vladim Ozwal.” the boy responded, his voice trembling

“It’s good to doubt Saints, Vladim. And men.” 

He gave a shaky nod as another tear spilled over. 

“My soldiers bear my mark,” Alina spoke, referring to the tattoos borne by the Soldat Sol. “Until this day you have put yourself apart from them, buried yourself in books and prayer instead of hearing the people. Will you wear my mark now?”

“Yes,” he said, fervently. 

“Will you swear loyalty to me and only me?” 

“Gladly! Sol Koroleva!” he cried. Sun Queen.

“Open your shirt,” she commanded. 

Anaya was utterly confused as to what the girl was about to do. But the boy didn’t hesitate. 

His fingers fumbled with his buttons and he pulled the fabric apart, baring the skin of his chest.

Alina pressed her palm to the smooth skin over his heart and let the power pulse. Vladim flinched when it connected, scorching his flesh, but did not show any signs of paint. When she pulled her hand back, her palm print remained, the brand throbbed red on his chest. 

“It is done.” she spoke

 Vladim looked down at his chest, and his face broke into a beatific grin. 

“Thank you, Sol Koroleva.” 

“Rise” she commanded. 

He stood, beaming down at her, tears still running from his eyes. 

The Apparat moved as if to stand. 

“Stay where you are,” Alina snapped

 “Sankta Alina, I only wanted for you to be safe, for you to be whole and well again,” he spoke shakily. 

“Then consider your prayers answered. Priest, you will offer sanctuary to all those who seek it, not just those who worship the Sun Saint.” 

He shook his head. “The security of the White Cathedral-” 

“If not here, then elsewhere. Figure it out.” she cut him off

 He took a breath. “Of course.”

 “And there will be no more child soldiers.”

 “If the faithful wish to fight-”

 “You are on your knees, we are not negotiating.”

His lips thinned, but after a moment, he dipped his chin in assent. 

“You are all witness to these decrees.” Alina spoke, looking around. She then turned to one of the guards. “Give me your gun.” 

He handed it over without a second’s pause. She passed the weapon to Genya, then demanded a saber for David, though he wouldn’t be much good with it. Zoya, Nadia and Anaya stood ready to summon, and Mal and the twins were already well armed.

 “Up,” Alina said to the Apparat. “Let us have peace. We have seen miracles this day.” 

He rose, and as she embraced him. She then whispered something in his ear that made him shudder and nod begrudgingly.

 “See to your dead,” Alina said to one of the Priestguards. “We’ll bear them with us. Do they, do they have family?”

 “We are their family,” Vladim spoke.

 She addressed the others. “Gather the faithful from all over the White Cathedral and bring them to the main cavern. I will speak to them in one hour’s time. Vladim, once we’re out of the Kettle, free the other Grisha and get them to my quarters.” 

He touched the brand at his chest in a kind of salute. “Sankta Alina.”

 Alina glanced at Mal’s bruised face. “Genya, clean him up. Nadia-”

 “I’ve got it,” Tamar said, already dabbing the blood on Nadia’s lip with a towel she’d dunked into a cookpot full of hot water. 

“Sorry about that,” she said to her. 

Nadia smiled. “Had to make it look good. Besides, I’ll get you back.” 

“We’ll see,” Tamar replied with an amused grin.

Alina then looked over the other Grisha in their bedraggled kefta. 

“Tolya, Tamar, Mal, you’ll walk beside me with the Apparat.” She lowered her voice. “Try to look confident and, regal.” 

“I have a question-” Zoya began.

 “I have about a hundred, but they’ll have to wait. I don’t want the crowd out there turning into a mob.” She responded.

Zoya glanced at Anaya before deciding to follow her

“I want everyone else interspersed with the Priestguards. This is a show of alliance.” Alina spoke

They arranged themselves in front of the doors. 

The Apparat and Alina took the lead, the Priestguards and Grisha arrayed behind them, the corpses of the fallen borne aloft by their brothers.

 “Vladim, open the doors.” she commanded

The doors flew upon. Alina threw out her hands and let light blast into the passageway. A cry went up from the people lining the tunnel. Those who weren’t already kneeling fell to their knees, and a chorus of prayer washed over them. “Speak,” Alina muttered to the Apparat. “And make it good.” 

“We have faced a great trial this day,” he declared hurriedly. “Our Saint has emerged from it stronger than before. Darkness came to this hallowed place-”

 “I saw it! Shadows climbed the walls-”cried one of the Priestguards. 

Even though they’d seen quite a lot of seemingly improbable things, Anaya too, had been quite curious as to where they’d come from.

 “But they were vanquished, as they will always be vanquished. By faith!”  continued the Apparat, 

“And by power.” Alina said, stepping forward. 

She let light sweep through the passage in a blinding cascade. 

The cries of “Sankta! Sankta!” continued as she led the Apparat and the Priestguards through the White Cathedral. 

She escorted the Apparat to his quarters herself with Mal and Tolya trailing them.

                     ......………………………………………...... 

None of them looked too badly off. Nadia’s lip was swollen, and Maxim, a healer back from the Little Palace was tending to a cut over Stigg’s eye.

 It was the first time they'd been allowed to gather underground. 

“What the hell is going on?” Sergei asked as soon as Alina had dismissed Vladim. “One minute I’m in the infirmary with Maxim, the next I’m in a cell.” He paced back and forth. 

“Calm down, you’re not behind bars now.” Tamar spoke

 “I might as well be. We’re all trapped down here. And that bastard is just looking for a chance to get rid of us.”

 “If you want out of the caves, then this is your opportunity,” Alina said. “We’re leaving. Tonight.”

 “How?” Stigg asked

 As an answer, she let sunlight flare for a brief moment in her palm, as proof that her power had come back to her. 

The room erupted into whistles and cheers. 

“Yes, yes, the Sun Summoner can summon. And all it took was a few deaths and a minor explosion.” Zoya spoke in a disinterested tone

 “You blew something up?” said Harshaw plaintively. “Without me?”

 He was wedged up against the wall next to Stigg. 

Both inferni were utterly opposite in appearance. Stigg was short and stocky with nearly white blond hair. He had the solid, stubby appearance of a prayer candle. Harshaw was tall and rangy, his hair redder than Genya’s, nearly the color of blood.

 A scrawny orange tabby had somehow made her way down to the bowels of the White Cathedral and taken a liking to him. She followed him everywhere, slinking between his legs or clinging to his shoulder. 

“Where did those blasting powders come from?” Alina asked as she sat next to Nadia and Adrik on the edge of her bed.

 “I made them when I was supposed to be making salve,” David spoke. “Just like the Apparat said.” 

“Right under the noses of the Priestguards?” she asked

 “It’s not as if they know anything about the Small Science.” 

“Well, somebody must. You got caught.”

 “Not exactly,” said Mal. He’d stationed himself by the doorway with Tamar, each of them keeping an eye on the passage beyond.

 “David knew we were meeting in the Kettle, and he guessed about the master flue.” Genya said

 David frowned. “I don’t guess.” 

“But there was no way to get the powders out of the archives, not with the guards searching everything. So we had the Apparat deliver it.” Tamar grinned. 

“You meant to get caught?”  Alina stared at them in disbelief. 

 “Turns out the easiest way to schedule a meeting is to get arrested,” Zoya said

“Do you know how risky that was?” she said in exasperation

“Blame Oretsev,” Zoya replied with a sniff. “It was his idea of a brilliant plan.”

 “It did work,” Genya said.

 Mal lifted a shoulder. “Like Sergei said, the Apparat was waiting for an opportunity to take us out of action. I figured we’d give him one.” 

“We were just never sure when you’d be in the Kettle,” Anaya spoke. “When you left the archives today, David claimed he’d forgotten something in his quarters and came by the training rooms to give us the signal”

“We knew the Apparat would be more likely to trust Tolya and Tamar, so they roughed us up a little-” Nadia added

“A lot,” put in Mal. “Then they claimed to have discovered a devious plot involving a few wicked Grisha and one very gullible tracker.” he gave a mock salute. 

“I was afraid he’d insist on putting everyone in the cells, so we claimed you were in immediate danger and that we had to get to the Kettle right away.” Tamar said

“And then we just hoped the whole kitchen wouldn’t fall in on us.” Nadia spoke with a smile

 David’s frown deepened. “It was a controlled blast. The odds that the cave’s structure would hold were well above average.”

 “Ah. Above average,” said Genya. “Why didn’t you say so?” 

“I just did.”

 “What about those shadows on the wall? Who pulled that off?” Zoya asked

 “I did it, we rigged it as a distraction.” Mal responded

Anaya noticed how tense Alina had suddenly gotten, but chose not to point it out. Sergei paced back and forth, cracking his knuckles. “You should have told us about the plan. We deserved a warning.”

 “You could have at least let me blow something up,” added Harshaw. 

Zoya gave an elaborate shrug. “I’m so sorry you felt excluded. Never mind how closely we’ve been watched and that it was a miracle we weren’t found out. We definitely should have jeopardized the whole operation to spare your feelings.”

Alina cleared her throat. “In less than an hour, I’ll be leading services with the Apparat. We’ll leave directly after that, and I need to know who’s going with me.”

“Any chance you’re going to tell us where the third amplifier is?” Zoya asked. 

Anaya had known about the firebird, but not exactly where Alina had hoped to find it. 

“The less you know, the safer we’ll be.” Mal shook his head.

 “So you’re not even telling us where we’re going?” Sergei spoke sulkily. 

“Not quite. We’re going to attempt to make contact with Nikolai Lantsov.” Alina responded

Nikolai

Anaya wondered if he'd survived. Though she did believe that given the boy's enthusiasm, he'd even have managed to carve a ship out of a rock. 

 “I think we should try Ryevost,” Tamar said. 

“Go to the river cities? Why?” Alina asked 

“Sturmhond had smuggling lines throughout Ravka. It’s possible Nikolai is using them to get arms into the country. If the rumors are true and he’s based somewhere in the north, then there’s a good chance the drop point near Ryevost is active.” she responded

 “That’s a lot of maybe and not much more,” Harshaw spoke

 Mal nodded. “True. But it’s our best lead.” 

“And if it’s a dead end?” Sergei asked.

 “We split up, we find a safe house where you can lie low, and I take a team to find the firebird.” Mal said

 “You’re welcome to remain here,” Alina said to the rest of them. “I know the pilgrims aren’t friendly to Grisha, and after tonight, I’m not sure how sentiment will change. But if we’re captured aboveground-”

 “The Darkling doesn’t deal kindly with traitors,” finished Genya quietly. 

Everyone shifted uncomfortably. Anaya glanced at Genya’s somber expression.

“No. He doesn’t.” Alina responded

 “He’s had his shot at me, I’m going.” A bold look washed over Genya

Zoya smoothed the cuff of her coat. “We’d move faster without you.” 

“I’ll keep up,” she countered. 

“See that you do, we’ll be entering an area crawling with militias, not to mention the Darkling’s oprichniki. You’re recognizable,” Mal said to Genya. 

“So is Tolya, for that matter.” Tamar’s lips twitched.

 “Would you like to be the one to tell him he can’t come?” Mal asked. “Maybe we can disguise him as a really big tree.”

“I’m coming along". Anaya’s words made everyone’s attention turn to her.

“I’ve had quite some experience with keeping a low profile. Besides, I would go berserk if I remain here any longer” she shrugged

 “See you in an hour,” Adrik shot to his feet as he declared. 

“Well, I’m going then. Someone has to make sure that Nasrazeen doesn’t get lost somewhere in these dank caves” Zoya said with a rather smug expression.

“Oh really Nazyalensky? Just accept that the humidity here is murdering all that hair of yours” Anaya rolled her eyes

“You're not wrong” Zoya shrugged

 Harshaw rose and pushed off from the wall. “I’d prefer to stay, but Oncat says we go.” He hefted the tabby onto his shoulder with one hand.

 “Are you ever going to name that thing?” Zoya asked.

 “She has a name.”

 “Oncat is not a name. It’s just Kaelish for cat.” 

“Suits her, doesn’t it?”

Zoya rolled her eyes and flounced out the door, followed by Anaya, Harshaw and then Stigg, who gave a polite bow and said, “I’ll be ready.”

[bhaalbaaby]

OC Questionaire

I got tagged by @razrogue ♥♥ tagging: @tallymonster @fayeriess @trippybanana27 @bardic-constipation @astarioff @starryslove and whoever else wants to do thissss

NAME: Penelope [Last Name Redacted] NICKNAME: 'Nelope, Penny, Pen, Penpen, Nelly (only for Queen Rhol) GENDER: Female (she/her) STAR SIGN: Faerûn's equivalent of Leo HEIGHT: 5ft ORIENTATION: Bisexual NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Mephistopheles Tiefling, but her dad is a Lolth Sworn Drow FAVORITE FRUIT: Lychee FAVORITE SEASON: Spring FAVORITE FLOWER: Black Oleander FAVORITE SCENT: Lavender, roses, sea mist, aloe, wood burning COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot chocolate AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6-7 hours pre-tadpole. On the road, 4-5 because she doesn't like sleeping on a bedroll lol DOGS OR CATS: Cats DREAM TRIP: Tashalar. She had a client who said they always visited and gave her some of the best wine she's ever tasted. She wants to do a wine-tasting tour there one day. NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Two, but she's okay with one if it's heavily weighted. RANDOM FACT: She can play the flute, harp, and lute and her singing voice claim is Alina Baraz

[gil-galadhwen]

WIP Title Game

Rules: list the names/titles of docs in your WIP folder + open your inbox to ask about them!

Thank you for the tag @thrillofhope 😘

Well, this was a wild ride into the depths of my google drive! I've kept it to fandom wips only cause OG stuff is on another level! 😅

BALDUR'S GATE 3

Shadowheart X F!Tav - The Night Orchid

BBC MERLIN

Merlin X Arthur - The Disir

DRAGON AGE

Anders X F!Hawke - I'm Not Calling You A Liar

GRISHAVERSE

Darkling X Alina - Shadow Queen

FIRE EMBLEM THREE HOUSES

Dimitri X F!Byleth - A Dish Best Served Coldly

THE RINGS OF POWER

Gil-galad X Reader - I Met The Devil & He Gave Me A Choice 

Elrond X Reader - The Desperate Will Always Find Faith 

Elrond X OC - The Lore Master 

Galadriel X Sauron - I'm Someone Else When I'm With You

THE WITCHER

Yennefer X Triss - Mea Culpa

Eskel X F!OC - Lady of the Marred Moon

Tagging: I feel like everyone I talk to has been tagged, so if you see this and want to join, consider yourself tagged by me! ❤️

[faerune]

C A T for the initials meme! 💕

Cecilia Villemont is a non-protagonist Dragon Age OC of mine! Cecilia is a bard and companion to the Inquisitor! She grew up poor in the farmlands of Orlais with her mother and sister. She shed her old self at the age of sixteen and went to Val Royeaux to take a name for herself, abandoning her family. Cecilia took up The Game and has had multiple patrons - varying in her services she provides them from spying, entertainment, friendship, and on occasion romance. Her upbringing is a closely guarded secret and she claims she's from a lost noble house. Villemont isn't even her true last name! She offers the Inquisitor her services if they become her new patron! Cecilia and Blackwall become enraptured with each other and are quite a reflection of each other - each running from a past they lie about.

Alina Kadrai is my Pathfinder: Kingmaker protagonist! She's from a magocratic city state in the River Kingdoms and was born as heir to the Kadrai family. From a young age, Alina was trained as a wizard and politician by her strict, oppressive family. Instead of taking up the mantle of her family, Alina runs away to the Stolen Lands to make her own name! There, she establishes a kingdom with the help of her companions that focuses on intellectual and cultural discovery as well as agriculture. She romances Regongar and Octavia who become her King and Queen Consort!

Tiriel is one of my Lord of the Rings OCs. Tiriel is the handmaiden of Galadriel and a healer of Lothlorien. Much to her shame, she is the granddaughter of Celebrimbor and strives to atone for the sins of her forebear. Tiriel is gentle, kind and soft-spoken. She joins the Fellowship in their quest through which she meets her future husband Eomer.

[troveofcmuses]

 Hello, welcome to Troveofcmuses!!!

My name is Feyre (she/her, 30+, pst). A selective independent multimuse that contains muses from A Song of Ice and Fire, House of the Dragon, A Court of Thorns and Roses, Throne of Glass, Bridgerton, Grishaverse, TVD, The Originals, Sanditon, Twilight, Zodiac Academy, Into the Badlands, & Greek Mythology/Touch of Darkness. I also have two OCs from Harry Potter & ASOIAF/HOTD. Side note: I do not support JK Rowling!

Activity: Blog activity is low, but I am here working on stuff when I am able.

I am still working on my carrd (slow due to working on three). So in the meantime, my muses are listed below. If you have any questions, just reach out and ask--I would be happy to answer anything. For now, the only rules that need to be followed are: reblog from the source, no harassing for replies, and messages need to be on Discord. I will block people who break these rules...

places to find me: @brideofcdragons || @reclusiveduke

Sadly, I don't have a carrd yet, and most likely won't. This is a list of my muses, with some background.

ASOIAF: Jon Snow (book only; bisexual. fc: Timothee Chalamet) || Jorah Mormont ( book & show | Fc: Iain Glen; younger version Sam Heughan) || Missandei (books & show) || Robb Stark (show and book; bisexual) ||

HOTD: Rhaenyra Targaryen (book and show; bisexual) || Shiera Seastar (fc: Diane Kruger) ||

Bridgerton: Daphne Bridgerton (book & show) || Eloise Bridgerton (book & show; bisexual) || Kate Sharma/ Sheffield (book & show) || Lady Danbury (book & show) || Violet Bridgerton (book & show) || King George III (book & show) || Queen Charlotte (book & show) || Gareth St. Clair (book; fc: Henry Golding) ||

Grishaverse: Alina Starkov (book & show) || Inej Ghafa (book & show) ||Tolya Yul-Bataar (book & show) || (note: I have not read all of Shadow & Bone--I am on book 2. I also just started Six of Crows--a lot of background will be from the show and my own creation).

TVD: Stefan Salvatore (book & show) || Katherine Pierce (book & show; bisexual) || Bonnie Bennett (book & show)

The Originals: Elijah Mikaelson || Rebekah Mikaelson (bisexual) ||

Twilight: Alice Cullen (book & movie; bisexual) || Edward Cullen (book & movie; fc: Robert Pattinson or Douglas Booth depending on preference, regency era: Corey Mylchreest) || Bella Swan ( book & movie; fc: Abigail Cowen) ||Carlisle Cullen ( book & movie; fc: Matt Lanter) || Esme Cullen (book & movie; fc: Rachel Brosnahan) ||

ACOTAR: Nesta Archeron (fc: Imogen Poots) || Feyre Archeron (fc: Danielle Rose Russell) || Rhysand (fc: Toni Mahfud) || Cassian (fc Can Yaman) ||

Throne of Glass: Manon Blackbeak (fc: Nyane Lebajoa; bisexual) || Dorian Havilliard (Evans Nikopoulos) ||

Sanditon: Charlotte Heywood (book & show) || Alexander Colbourne (show) || Sidney Parker (book & show)

Greek Mythology/Touch of Darkness series: Persephone Rosi (fc: Holliday Grainger) || Hecate (fc: Olivia Cheng; bisexual) ||

The Witcher: Yennefer of Vengerberg (book, show, & videogame; bisexual) || Cirilla of Cintra/ Ciri (book, show, & videogame; bisexual) ||

Fourth Wing: Violet Sorrengail (fc: Kaya Scodelario) || Xaden Riorson (fc: Thomas Doherty) ||

Harry Potter/Hogwarts Legacy: Narcissa Black Malfoy (book & show; fc: Young Narcissa—Emilia Schule. Older Narcissa —Helen McCrory. ||

Wednesday: Wednesday Addams (bisexual)

Original Characters: Leyton Mormont (asoiaf/got; fc: Leo Suter. Background: Son of Jorah Mormont & Lynesse Hightower; sellsword). ||

Message me if you want more details about certain muses.

Drafts: ✨asks: ✨

[totally-not-your-babe]

OC funfacts

Hel (Too Much Love Will Kill You - The Bad Batch):

kaff addict

broke Crosshair's nose the first time he called her something offensive (as she should)

Wrecker let's her sleep with Lula when she has nightmares

sometimes hates to be half-zeltron because of the unwanted attention from men thanks to her pheromons

likes listening to Tech rambling about anything and everything

helps with Echo's prosthetics

Hel is not her full name

shooting competitions with Crosshair

constantly trying to sneak up on Hunter (constantly failling)

hated Krell with passion even before she met him

secretly always wanted to be a mum but was scared she wouldn't be good enough

wants a lightsaber

her favourite bed-mate is Tech because he doesn't move around too much in his sleep

plays with Hunter's hair when they are bunked together (and it actually helps him fall asleep faster)

was caught playing with the little clones on Kamino more than once

Tech teaching her Mando'a

eating competitions with Wrecker

can sing Vode'an (sings it to Omega as a lullaby)

builts her own blasters

Alina (Master of Puppets - Stranger Things):

can talk but can't read or write in russian

loves and I mean she LOVES junkfood

always cold

her favourite band is Queen

can't understand a lot of things but still nodding along because she doesn't want people to think she is slow/stupid

Dmitri (accidentally) thought her how to curse in russian, Steve and Dustin (not so accidentally) thought her in English

confused about why people say it's wrong that Robin likes Vickie

likes tea warm but for some reason she only likes coffee cold

acts pissed but actually likes Hopper's "insulting" nicknames for her

when she is angry her british accent get's mixed with a russian one, making a diseasterous accent-cocktail

likes to spend time with Dustin and the others because it reminds her the time with her "siblings"

once unconsciously started to play with Steve's hair and he just let her

loves listenning/watching Erica giving an earful to people

wants to learn how to play guitar

left-handed

talks with russian accent just to mess with people

ruffling Gareth's hair every chance she gets

mumbling in russian when she is nervous

LOVES reading

Dmitri built her a bookshelf and then another because she kept buying books (and Dmitri kept buying her sooo much too, but he denies it)

If you would like to do it with your OC's:

Tags: @techs-stitches ; @wenalena ; @staycalmandhugaclone ; @milknhonies ; @magnoliabutters

aaand anyone who would like to do it

[dynastymuses]

now you're just a page torn from the story I'm building  

selective, mutuals only indie rp blog. i am over 25, so anyone under 21, i prefer not to interact with 

all I gave you is gone tumbled like it was stone

canon divergant pirate based colin bridgerton @pirtecolin edits blog @dynastymusesedits resources such as gifhunts, psds, and templates blog: @dynastymusesresources II rules II what i do II

thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake

as such all muses are over 18 (some have been aged up) 

thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made

i am very open to crossovers, as well as oc’s, but plotting must be done.  if i am not following you, please do not send me in character memes. i am mutual only! 

thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up  

fandoms include: bridgerton, various period drama, star wars, lord of the rings/rings of power, wheel of time, shadow&bone/gisha verse. 

It all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down 

all of my characters as of now (🍊 is high muse) (🌊muses i want plots for) (🧁new muses) starter calls open starters

Bridgerton Verse

anthony bridgerton 🍊

benedict bridgerton 🌊

colin bridgerton🍊

daphne bridgerton🌊

francesca bridgerton🌊

gregory bridgerton🍊

penelope featherington🍊🌊

philip crane🍊🌊

michael stirling🍊

brimsley🌊🧁

sophie baek🌊

kate sharma🍊

gareth st.clair🍊

prince freidrich hohenzollern🍊🌊

king george freidrick 🍊

lady agatha danbury🌊🧁

queen charlotte of mecklenburg-strelitz 🍊🌊🧁

felicity featherington🌊🧁

posy reiling🌊🧁

lucy abernathy 🧁

viloet bridgerton-ledger

shadow&bone/grishaverse

alina starkov 🍊🌊

kaz brekker🍊🌊

inej ghafa🌊

nina zenik🌊

wylan van eck🌊

genya safin🌊🧁

nikolai lanstov🌊

tolya yul bataar🌊🧁

matthais helvar🌊

lord of the rings/rings of power

galadriel🍊

elrond🌊🧁

bronwyn🌊🧁

aragorn🌊🧁

samwise gamgee🌊🧁

wheel of time

rand al’thor🍊🌊

lan mandragoran🍊🌊

siuan sanche🍊

egwene al'vere🍊

elayne trakand🍊

Star Wars

luke skywalker🍊🌊

qui gon jinn🌊

obi wan kenobi🍊🌊

padme amidala🍊🌊

finn🌊

poe dameron🌊🧁

han solo🌊

Rey of Jakku 🌊🧁

osha 🧁

mae

master sol🧁

the musketeers

d’artagnan 🍊

athos

aramis

queen anne of austria🌊

Sanditon

charlotte heywood (sanditon)🌊

lord babington (sanditon)🌊

young stringer (sandtiton)🌊

Marvel

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Tandy bowen

Karolina Dean 🍊

Marcos Diaz 🍊

Esme Frost 🍊

John Proudstar🌊

Hank McCoy 🌊🧁

Chase Stein 🍊

Scott Summers 🍊

Charles Xavier🌊

Jennifer Walters

Sersi 🍊

wade wilson

DCEU

Barry Allen 🍊

Beth Chapel🌊

Barbara Gordon 🍊

Dick Grayson🍊

Mary Hamliton 🍊

Virgil Hawkins 🍊

Pamela "Poisin Ivy" Isley 🍊

Kate Kane🌊

Clark Kent (dceu) 🍊

clark kent (smallville based) 🍊

jenny kord🌊🧁

Selina Kyle 🍊

Dinah Lance 🍊

Gar Logan🍊

M'gann M'orroz 🍊

Tommy Merlyn🌊

Sophie Moore🌊

Yolanda Montez

James Olsen 🍊

Anissa Pierce🌊

milagro reyes🌊🧁

Donna Troy 🍊🧁

Bruce Wayne🍊

Courtney whitmore  🌊

Jinx🌊

Komand'r🌊

hank hall/hawk 🧁

dawn granger/dove 🧁

oliver queen(non arrowverse)

ollie queen (smallville)

garth (titans/dceu)

TVD Verse

Marcel Gerald 🍊

Elena Gilbert 🍊

Jeremy Gilbert🌊

Tyler Lockwood🌊

Elijah Mikealson 🍊

Hope Mikealson🌊

Lizzie Saltzman 🍊🌊

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane ���🌊

Clary Fray 🍊🌊

Simon Lewis🌊🧁

Alec Lightwood🌊

Fate:The Winx Saga

Terra Harvey🌊

Bloom Peters 🍊🌊

Beatrix 🌊🧁

Flora🌊

Musa🌊

Riven🌊

Sky🌊

Stella🌊

Narnia

Edmund Pevensie 🍊🌊

Lucy Pevensie🍊🌊

Peter Pevensie🌊🧁

Jill Pole🌊

Eustance Clarence Scrubb🌊

the umbrella acaddemy

Deigo Hargreeves🌊

Five Hargreeves 🍊🌊

Klaus Hargreeves 🌊

Sloane Hargreeves 🍊🌊

Lila Pitts🌊

one tree hill

Julian Baker

Jake Jagelski

Nathan Scott 🍊

Clay Evans

Degrassi

Sav Bhandari 🌊

Fiona Coyne🌊

Clare Edwards 🍊🌊

Jake Martin🌊

Drew Torres🌊

Wednesday/Addams Family

Wednesday Addams🌊

Enid Sinclair

what we do in the shadows

colin robinson 🌊🧁

Guillermo de la Cruz🌊🧁

nadja of antipaxos🌊🧁

laszlo cravensworth 🌊🧁

nandor the relentless 🌊 🧁

the boys/gen v

hughie campbell🌊🧁

annie january / starlight 🌊🧁

billy butcher🌊🧁

kimiko miyashiro🌊🧁

queen maeve🌊🧁

other period drama muses

francis valois (reign with some historical influences) 🍊

Sebastian de poitiers (reign)

tom jones (tom jones 2023)🌊

henry tudor (7th) (the white queen/the white princess/the spainsh princess with some historical influences) 🍊

richard plantagent  (the white queen with some historical influences)🍊

elizabeth woodville (the white queen/the white princess with some historical influences)

elizabeth of yorke (the white queen/the white princess with some historical influences)

anne shirley cuthbert (anne with an e) 

marie antoinette( marie antoinette (itv/pbs 2023) with some historical influences) 🍊

(king) louis bourbon (16th) ( marie antoinette (itv/pbs 2023) with some historical influences) 🍊

captain henry ossroy  (mr malcom’s list)🌊

selina dalton  (mr malcom’s list)🌊

dido elizabeth belle (belle 2013)🌊🧁

john Davinier (belle 2013)

camlia dunne (daisy jones&the six) 🌊🧁

tim laughlin (fellow travelers) 🌊🧁

jane bennet (pride and prejudice) 🧁

elizabeth bennet (pride and prejudice) 🧁

emma woodhouse (emma) 🧁

nan st.george (the buccaneers)

Other Scifi/Fantasy

lucy carlyle-lockwood&Co🌊

Anthony Lockwood-Lockwood&Co🌊

Wendy Darling-Peter Pan/Disney 🍊🌊

Elinor Fairmont-First Kill🌊🧁

Juliette Fairmont-First Kill🌊

Kat Harvey-Casper🌊

Harvey Kinkle-Sabrina The Teenage Witch/Archie comics🌊

Wyatt Logan-Timeless🌊

Arthur Pendragon-Merlin🌊

Scott mccall-teen wolf 🌊

marnie piper (halloweentown)

percy jackson (percy jackson & the Olympians)

Luna briggs (wolf pack)

Blake navarro (wolf pack)

prince eric (the little mermaid)

fiyero tigelaar (wicked)

OUAT/Fairytales

david nolan/prince charming-once upon a time 🌊🧁

graham humbert/the huntsman-once upon a time 🌊🧁

mary margret blanchard/snow white-once upon a time 🌊🧁

Rapunzel (various media)🌊🧁

other medias

Alexander Clearmond Diaz-red, white, & royal🌊

Lacey Porter-Twisted🌊

Henry Stuart Fox -red, white, & royal🌊

Glimmer-She Ra🌊

comedy

Haley Dunphy (modern family)🌊🧁

Alex Dunphy (modern family) 🌊🧁

Janine Teagues-Abbott Elementary🌊

Clare Devlin-Derry Girls🌊

Gregory Eddie-Abbott Elementary🌊

Jim Halpert-The Office🌊

Ben Wyatt-Parks and Recreation 🌊

chidi anagonye (the good place)🌊🧁

eleanor shellstrop (the good place)🌊🧁

janet (the good place)🌊🧁

original characters

elisabeth barlowe 🍊🌊🧁

jacquetta covington 🍊🌊🧁

maxwell danbury 🍊🌊🧁

dylan lyons 🍊🌊🧁

[duncan-rohanne]

Darkling & Katia (OC) || Moya Tsaritsa

200 after Luda and 200 years before Alina, there was Katia.

Katia is a young Tailor when Darkling saves her from being sold as a slave. Much like with Genya, in return he asks her to spy for him at the Court. He sends her ahead to finish his military campaign and when he comes back, the crown prince introduces Darkling his future wife - Katia. She played her own game while he was away and climbed all the way to the top, all the while keeping her word and acting as his spy. Darkling is both upset and pleased. Having a Grisha queen, he can puppet is excellent for his plans, but he also likes Katia and Konstantin Lantsov is a volatile and dangerous man. Still, it's too late. The wedding goes as planned, Konstantin is crowned king and Darkling and Katia start an affair. But day by day, Konstantin grows more and more suspicious and jealous of his wife. Katia still spies for Darkling but she has too many secrets, the noose is tightening and if anyone finds out she is Grisha, spy or adulterer, it’s over.  Eventually, it's too much and Katia wants out. She makes an attempt to escape but she is caught, and in fit of rage, Konstantin kills her. Aleksander is alone again.