#santka alina

[grishavrse]

doodled alina starkov because she's so pretty and i love her and i am her number one defender ❤️🩷💗🫶💞💕

[thegrectwar]

“ look me in the eyes and say that again. ” from @sankta-alina-s​

Mal stares at his feet, not even sure how they’d gotten there. How did they manage to get to the point where they barely recognized each other. But after he’d left to sail the seas and find whoever he’s supposed to be-- though he’s not sure that he’d actually found anything. He’s returned now, only to find a shell of Alina that he’d known. “You’ve changed, Alina. And if you’re too stubborn to see that-- well, I don’t know if I’ll be able to help you. And I want to help you.”

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

shadow & bone s1 canon au — arranged marriage au

upon her discovery as the sun summoner, alina starkov finds herself presented to king pytor and queen tatiana, and they inform her that she must wed. refusing at first, alina nearly escapes the little palace in the back-cart of a merchant's pony. but soon after, alina meets her the one to be her intended, her husband, as well as her off-and-on mentor: general kirigan. and he is as irresistible to her heart as alina is to his.

((happy secret santka 2023 on the @darklinaserver to my giftee @bee-prescott))

[ticklishraspberries]

Hand in Unlovable Hand (Inej/Kaz)

Summary: Kaz learns that holding hands without his gloves is surprisingly nice. It also leads to another surprise. (Prompt from an anon but I had also started writing it like an HOUR before getting the prompt, LMFAO. Great minds think alike. Please enjoy my humble offering of Kanej fluff. Warnings for vague references to both Kaz and Inej’s canon trauma.)

Shaking slightly, Kaz tugs the glove off of his right hand, pulling the leather slowly until his hand is bare, and places the glove down on his desk. He repeats the action with the other one, and Inej is frozen as she watches him remove his armor for her.

All the rumors about the Bastard of the Barrel — hands permanently stained by the blood of his enemies, or murderous claws like some sort of demjin…Although Inej had never believed it, she can’t lie and say her curiosity had not been piqued. But Kaz’s hands are just that: Hands.

His skin is pale, much paler than the rest of him, since it’s always guarded from the sun. His nails are short, fingertips calloused. His knuckles are still bruised from a fight with the Dime Lions a few days prior.

Inej isn’t disappointed that the outlandish rumors are far from the truth. In fact, it fills her with a sense of warmth that Kaz trusts her enough to show her the facts beneath the fanfare. That at the end of the day, Kaz Brekker is just a boy, and she is just a girl, and they are half-terrified, half-excited at the idea of interlacing their fingers, skin on skin, for the first time.

The tension in the room is thick enough for Inej to slice it with Santka Alina, but she’s left all of her knives down in her bedroom, leaving her own armor behind to even the playing field.

Her heart skips as Kaz reaches out. His pinky links with hers, and he lets out a breath she hadn’t realized he was holding.

“Alright, Kaz?” she asks.

He clears his throat. “Alright. You?”

She nods, and dares to push her hand farther into his, and he doesn’t recoil, although she sees the idea flicker across his face. 

After the first time, it gets a little easier. There are still days where the water creeps up the shore, freezing Kaz in terror, bile climbing his throat, and affection is off the table until the waves recede. Inej has those days, too, where she can’t tell a loving touch from that of a client, indulging in a torturous transaction.

Hands are easier to get used to than lips, or anything beneath their clothes. They both hope they can build up to that, someday, but for now, they are content to intertwine fingers and knock their trouser-clad knees together beneath tables in the Crow Club, a little secret touch for them to share.

After a busy night, Kaz finds himself sitting at his desk, bad leg stretched out before him, the top buttons on his shirt undone and his gloves off to the side, while Inej perches on his desktop, braid loose and smiling.

He has never been good at verbalizing his desires, a fact that is stunningly shown by how long it took him to voice his affection for her. But even Barrel bosses get worn down, and Kaz has only ever turned to booze and violence to cope with that burnt-out feeling.

Maybe now, he’s found a more healthy alternative, in the way that her touch simultaneously soothes and excites him.

He lets out a little huff and extends his hand in her direction, ungloved palm facing the ceiling.

Inej raises a brow at him. “Is this your way of asking me to hold your hand?” she asks.

Kaz feels the tips of his ears burn. He can’t remember blushing more in his life than he has in her presence, and he can only hope that she doesn’t always notice. Deep down, he knows she does.

“Perhaps,” he replies.

When Inej just stares at him, awaiting a real answer, he sighs. “Inej, darling, will you please take my hand?”

Her face splits into a smile. “Of course I will.”

Rather than lacing their fingers together, Inej places her hand beneath his — her hand is so much smaller, her fingers can’t quite wrap around — and trails the tip of her thumb along the curved line on his palm, stretching from the heel of his hand to beneath his pointer finger.

A shudder rolls through Kaz, and his hand clenches in her grasp.

“Are you alright?” she asks, grip loosening.

“I’m fine,” he replies. “It just…I guess I’m not used to people touching me there. It was just…Different.”

Inej watches him carefully, like she’s trying to be sure he’s telling the truth. She must be convinced, because she gives his hand a gentle squeeze before resuming the action of tracing the little lines on his palm. His fingers give the occasional twitch, but Inej gives him the benefit of the doubt, that if he were truly growing upset with the sensation, he would pull away; she had made him promise on multiple occasions that he would not suffer in silence to try and appease her. She wants him without armor, yes, but she doesn’t expect it to all fall away at once.

When her touch strays lower again, towards his wrist, Kaz makes a soft noise in his throat that makes her look up again. “Seriously, Kaz, is there something wrong?”

Kaz averts his gaze from her face, flushed from the collar of his shirt to his ears, a dusty pink that sticks out on his pale skin, even in the dim light. “It tickles, alright?” he says, and his gravelly voice somehow sounds softer, younger.

Inej’s dark eyes widen in surprise before her face settles into the most fond, loving smile. When Kaz dares to look back at her, his heart nearly melts at the sight. He has spent so long convinced that he is unlovable, unwanted. He still hasn’t quite wrapped his head around the idea that Inej wants him, the same way he wants her. But when she looks at him like that, like he’s…Like he’s beautiful, he feels like he just might deserve her.

“Kaz Brekker, you never fail to amaze me,” she says, her tone light and teasing. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a person who was ticklish on their hands.”

He brings the hand that isn’t still clutched in her grasp up to his face, a lousy attempt to hide his flustered expression. “Shut up,” he says, but there’s not an ounce of venom behind it.

Inej laughs, his favorite sound, and uses the advantage of his covered eyes to scribble her nails against the center of his palm, making a surprised chuckle fall from his lips.

He finally pulls his hand back, rubbing away the tingly sensation on the leg of his pants.

“Too far?” she asks.

He shakes his head. “My ego is wounded, but otherwise, I’m alright.”

“Oh, please. Everyone is ticklish, Kaz.”

“Even you?” he asks, the hint of a smile tugging on his lips.

She’s gone in a flash, silently descending from the desk and out the window, an answer enough to his question. He chuckles again, to himself, and for once, the prospect of revenge is so utterly innocent, it makes some hidden, childish urge in him spring to life.

Back in her room, that same bit of childlike glee has grasped at Inej, causing an excited flutter in her stomach. Because at the end of the day, she is just a girl who remembers her father talking about the boy who would one day sweep her off her feet, and Kaz is just a boy, a lovable boy with a shy smile who has done just that.

[marvelmusing]

Total Eclipse

Pairing: Darklina x Fem!Reader

My Masterlist

Over one hundred years ago, the Fold was destroyed by Alina Starkov, martyring herself and Ravka’s current Darkling in the process.

Santka Alina was established as a figure for the prayer books, as was the Starless Saint though many chose to ignore his sainthood, keeping his altar out of sight in a shadowed nook.

In the present day, Lord Morozova manages the Ravkan army as their General, winning the centuries long war against Fjerda and Shu Han.

Growing up in Keramzin, you and your friends had often snuck into the General’s summer house on the outskirts of your town. He rarely ever used it, save for a month or so in the height of summer.

As you had grown up, the only way you could afford to follow your passion for painting was to work for the local churches, creating murals and retouching the decorative features.

Working for the church is difficult for many reasons. It put you at odds with your non-believer childhood friends, Mikhael and Dubrov. As a follower of both Sankta Alina and the Starless One, you will never quite fit in amongst either the Ravkan Church or the Cult of the Starless Saint.

There is nowhere you truly belong.

That is until Lord Morozova arrives at his estate earlier in the year than expected, accompanied by his new wife, and they both take a particular interest in you.

[lilisouless]

Inej: alright, there is just room for one on the carriage, the rest of you will have to wait until we come back with more

Kaz: You have to take me, it´s a matter of time before Genya Safin notices i stole Santka Alina´s portra-you already decided not to pick me, right?

Inej: yes

Kaz: Fair

Jesper: Inej, i am skinny and Wylan is small, you can take us both

Inej: Who is after you?

Wylan: It was Jesper´s fault! We were talking to the queen and she said "i like to be on top of things" and then Jesper (after i begged not to do it) pointed at the king and said "Except on him"-

Jesper: Then she frowned which made Wylan freak out and drop a smoke curtain, except if was actually a painting bomb and it ruined King Nikolai´s new suit. Beat that guys

Nina: I surely will, Inej you have to take me; i ate the biscuits of a basquet thinking they were free samples and turns out those were a gift Leoni did for Adrik

Jesper: How is that worse than our thing?

Nina: Because Wylan and you may die gunned down by the king or eaten by a dragon, but me? Adrik is going to scold me until i die out of boredom, thats thousands way worse

Hanne: Also there is the thing that she singed me to create a distraction and i panicked and trew out the king´s birthday cake to give Nina time to run , but i can wait

Kuwei: just take anyone , but get out of my closet! (you better pay me for not ratting all of you out)

Matthias: Well, if we are going for who screwed it up the most, it was probably me for thinking i could go to the bathroom for three minutes with no consequences of letting you unsupervised

[part-timewonders]

the dark side of my heart https://archiveofourown.org/works/49602889 for @darklina-week day 5 - free day

Fandom: Shadow and Bone (TV) Rating: M Relationship: Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov Tags: Future Fic, Canon Divergence, Dark Queen Alina, Hound Aleksander Summary:

Only Alina’s status as Santka has allowed her to hold onto her crown for this long after her husband’s passing, she can already tell that much. Any other queen would have been overthrown by now and replaced by someone else. But she will hold Ravka together, even if it means rooting out every traitor whispering against her rule.

Tsaritsa Alina Starkov rules alone with an iron fist. Her hound has returned from his latest assignment.

Author’s Notes: You can also follow me on my Twitter or on Bluesky!

[malkaleh]

🌹🌹 please?

There is no absolution I will ever allow Tommy to give you. Mihrimah says it to her as calmly as anything she has ever said. I will not allow you to give him any more pain I would never, Mary wants to say but it is as though Mihrimah can see her soul You did not want to cause his mother pain, did you not? And yet she is dead by your hands. What faith would any have in your love?

From Crown of Ashes @herawell

Half of Ketterdam, and most of the dregs thought it an hysterically funny joke, bought on by too much carousing that the King of Ravka was seen quietly drinking with Kaz Brekker and his other key Crows. The idea that Santka Alina was doing the same was too ridiculous to contemplate.

A Shadow & Bone WIP (I’ve redacted bits for spoilers)

[irresistiibles]

"i just walked over to say hello." inej said honestly, not including the fact that she had been trailing him for about four blocks before coming to the decision to approach. she was self aware enough to know that was creepy. "is santka alina with you?" she asked, curious and a little worried about them potentially being separated.

malyen oretsev & inej ghafa @irresistiibles

"jesus-" mal nearly jumped out of his skin when suddenly seeing inej next to him. "where the hell did you come from?"

[fairyxicons]

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[thegrectwar]

@sankta-alina-s​

Alina smiled, feeling her chest tighten with an emotion she could only describe as joy.

"Oh, are you so certain?  There's nothing else to experience?"  She tipped up onto the tips of her toes to briefly press her lips to his.  "I guess I'll have to increase my efforts."

.

Mal had already decided that there was nothing more blissful than being by the side of his best friend. And with the seal of her kiss, that only solidifies everything already beating within his chest. His heart sealed, only to be unlocked by The Living Saint’ as some might call her. He simply wished to call her his. “That will still only count for the happiness that you’ve brought me,” he reminds her. And of all his memories, those that are happy anyways, Alina has been in nearly all of them.

Mal smiles down at Alina. “And that is just about all of it, now that I think about it,” he states, placing a simple kiss on her lips in return. 

[thejustgranger]

Nikolai Lantsov | Sobachka

La tarde era lluviosa, Frida miraba como las gotas de agua decoraban los grandes ventanales del palacio, deseaba tanto salir afuera a pasear mientras llovía, pero Zoya le había prohibido salir, era una de las mejores agitamareas y no podía poner en riesgo su vida por cualquier tontería, como decía la pelinegra. Pero Zoya había salido a buscar a unos cuantos Grisha de doce años, los cuales se habían escondido de la General. 

Frida por otra parte, ya estaba poniéndose su Kefta para salir fuera, evitando a toda costa encontrarse con alguno de los mellizos pues estos se daban cuenta de todo. La muchacha a punto de poder cruzar unas puertas sin ningún tipo de vigilancia, una voz la hizo detenerse.

-¿A dónde va tan bella dama con esta llovizna?- Reconocería aquella voz en cualquier parte, Nikolai, su Nikolai. Giró con una sonrisa nerviosa, el rubio había estado presente cuando Zoya prohibió a la muchacha ir fuera con aquel tiempo. La sonreía con burla pero con pena a su vez, no habían vuelto a hablar desde el incidente en Balakirev, concretamente, en el campanario de la iglesia. Aquella noche Nikolai había escapado de su habitación, Frida había conseguido llegar a lo alto del campanario antes que Zoya, y si no hubiera sido por ella y por los mellizos, probablemente habría sido la cena del monstruo creado por El Oscuro, tan solo había dejado unas terroríficas marcas en su espalda, las cuales ni Genya podía tapar. Claro que no culpaba a Nikolai, solo era culpa de alguien, y ese alguien ya no se encontraba entre ellos, el rey por supuesto se había disculpado con la chica, pero Frida había desarrollado un temor a que aquello vuelva a suceder.

-Sabes perfectamente que es lo que haré.- contestó con nerviosismo.- y confío en ti, en que Zoya no lo sepa.- dijo colocándose su kefta, dispuesta a marcharse sin mirar a su rey, pero cuando abrió la puerta para irse pensó en el chico detrás suya. Ambos morían por pasar tiempo juntos, pero ella recordaba las marcas que le había dejado y su cuerpo se estremecía, pero ese no era Nikolai, eso era algo oscuro que no merecía estar dentro del rubio.- ¿Vienes?- preguntó llamando la atención de Nikolai. Este dudó.- Sobachka, me enfadaré como no aceptes mi propuesta.

-Seré un idiota si la rechazo.- Frida se acercó a Nikolai y lo tomó de las manos vestidas con sus guantes, lo condujo al exterior del gran palacio, por el camino de mármol lleno de estatuas. Frida salió corriendo hacía la enorme fuente decorada por un gran águila representando a la familia Lantsov. La castaña paró en seco y se tumbó en el suelo mojado, disfrutando de las gotas caer sobre ella. Sintió como Nikolai se tumbaba a su lado, observándola.

-Sabes Nikolai, todos los días solía rezar a Santka Maradi.- le contó a la vez que sus ojos brillaban mientras lo miraba.- Nuestro amor es tan imposible como que yo deje de quererte.

-No quiero hacerte daño Frida.- susurró quitando un mechón de pelo que tapaba el rostro de ella.- Lo que te hice en Balakirev...

-Me lo habría hecho en cualquier otra guerra.

-Pero te lo hice yo, y no me voy a perdonar.- La muchacha se incorporó, acercó su cuerpo al del rey.- Me duele tener esto dentro de mí, pero más me duele saber que no voy a poder protegerte si el que quiere hacerte daño soy yo.

-Vas a tener que poner muchas más cosas en tu contra para alejarme de ti, Sobachka.- Bajó la cabeza hasta el rostro del rubio, acunó sus mejillas entre sus manos y besos sus suaves labios, los había extrañado tanto que había asumido que se había vuelto adicta a ellos. Frida había temido al monstruo, y probablemente lo seguía haciendo, pero su amor por el inocente chico de cabellos de oro la haría olvidar cualquier miedo. Excepto la furia que emanaba Zoya mientras se acercaba a la pareja, viendo que la joven agitamareas la había vuelto a desobedecer.

[mirrcr]

he's been alone his entire life. why should marriage be any different?

he's never been lonely, not truly. far too entertained by his own wandering thoughts, the creations he spins into existence, and the worlds he found in his library. in the latter, he found solace when the castle seemed uninterested in the existence of the small blonde spare; there was never any judgement, any expectations from those carefully bound worlds. it became a second life for him. a place for him to go when his own seemed lacking. to learn the skills he would one day need to restructure the world around him in his own image.

when the world didn't accept him, he found another one. just like he'd found her in a distant shore. a place he should never have been in, perhaps. a dangerous continent, filled with petty thievery between what were supposed to be noble houses, and right in the middle, concealed by his own expertise, was one of the princes of ravka, playing pirates with his wildling lady.

just like the worlds in those books, she beckoned him. the memories of their adventures curling around him when the castle grew cold, reminding him that happiness was not something which just existed in storybooks. it was real, palpable and fit into the palm of his hand.

❛⠀ that is santka alina, for you. ⠀ ❜ ⠀ reproach is mild, quiet, lacking his usual humor. alina's rejection cutting him deeper than he'd ever admit. if she was his queen, it would be simple. he would have the security elisabeta's family promised his reign, with the love he felt for rhea. a perfect storybook queen: warrior princess, saint, and most importantly, lovely.

of course she wasn't his. never belonged to him, even when she wore his ring on her finger. no. she was far away, in a countryside cottage with her tracker, where loneliness or unhappiness would never touch her again.

hazel eyes lift to meet hers, bare of any mask in her hands.

❛⠀ you haven't called me that since you arrived. you are so careful, you know? i thought i'd never hear you say it again. ⠀ ❜ ⠀ nikolai muses, leaning into her touch, stirred by her plea, but still determined to go through it.

there was no other option. after all, she could touch him now, hid from the world, but rhea might as well be in that happy cottage he pictured so often. she wasn't his to keep.

❛⠀ am i yours? at this moment, tell me. do i belong to you? ⠀ ❜

❛ and utterly, miserably lonely. ❜

there it was, wasn't it ? peel off the hard shells of the armour she has had to build in the face of her lord husband's anger, the injustice of a marriage unfulfilled by a royal family who could not care any less, that was the truth of the matter, wasn't it ? most of the things in her life had a chance of moving on, of finding its places, of intermingling with time. runestone prospered, the seven kingdoms unrelentingly age, and even its king, at the wake of his wife's death, finds himself a second wife.

rhea seems to have always stuck in the same damned place. aye, she keeps herself busy. she ascended her father's seat. she tend to matters of her townsfolk day after day, a hard work she relishes and thrives in, though it still would not erase the quiet of her chamber, hauntingly empty of a spouse, sometimes feeling as though she was reliving the very first night when he had ought to grace their marriage bed, but he did not. she had still waited. and waited. and, in some ways, is still waiting.

though she would imagine klaus — nikolai, some part of her corrects, always the proper type, though another part chides : had it mattered ? whatever name he might bore, is it not the same warmth that he carries ? is it not the same companionship she'd been slowly seeking out, quite greedily, since she has arrived here ? — would not as cruel. surely he would not leave his attended so alone. surely, any lady in his presence would not bear such neglect, would not dare to inflict upon him misery.

not all marriages are funerals, not all marriages are like hers. he is a good man. perhaps he will find happiness in this. he is an inventor. maybe even joy is not out of the realm of his crafting possibility. and yet —

❛ alina starkov was a fool, ❜ she protests, voice hard and protective despite the affection she knows he holds for her, but she could not help it. rhea noses into his hair, an intimate act she, still by all means married, should not have divulged — but for once, she heeds tradition no mind. in ravka, at least, she has no need to uphold some family's legacy or reputation. she falls for the brush of his lips against the skin of her neck; she freely shivers. and then, in an abrupt act of reckless, she takes his face. she holds it between her two pale hands. ❛ please. please, klaus. ❜

her voice breaks; her lips wobble.

❛ you are king, you— please. i've only just gotten you back. properly. must the world have you again so soon ? ❜

stay with me. stay. @mirrcr

[solzyvatel]

i’m sorry it took me so long to see you, alina. but i see you now.

[mxacegrey]

Away | Gone part 2

Pairing: The Darkling x GN! Reader & Nikolai Lanstov x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: The Darkling, threats of violence, hints of past emotional manipulation, victim blaming and gaslighting

Summary: After your 'disappearance', the Darkling shows up at your door. Only returning is the last thing on your mind. | Part 2 to this

@watersquirtpewpewboomm @stickyfictioninwriting

A/N: It’s been over a month and over a lot of thought, I finally have a part 2 to Gone! Enjoy!

“Aleksander?” You asked, as you opened the door.

“Y/N.” Came the swift reply from the man himself. “Can I come in?”

Without waiting for your reply, he stepped inside, glancing at the room you were in. His eyes caught sight of books over all surfaces, your dual swords being sharpened on the table before you.

“What is someone like you doing here?” The Darkling asked.

“I beg your pardon?” You asked, turning your head at him offended.

“I simply meant that your presence is needed in the Little Palace. Your role there is highly important.” The Darkling looked at you, trying to appeal to your better nature.

“How exactly, General?” You scoffed, turning your back to him as you walked away. “You have more than enough heartrenders in the Little Palace and more than enough guards in the Oprichniki.”

“My love. You don’t need to be in this... slum.“ The Darkling explained, his voice taking a pleading tone.

“You know... Despite being away from Ravka, we hear whispers. Whispers of the fold expansion, Santka Alina... and you.” Your voice took a lighter tone, your hand moving towards the hilt of the sword hidden on your hip.

“Me?” The Darkling laughed, stopping as your sword touched his neck and his mouth twisted into a smirk.

“Rule 1: Don’t underestimate your opponent. Even friend can turn foe.” Your voice turned cold, your hand not wavering.

“Darling? What are you doing? You know me.” The Darkling asked, his voice taking a slightly scolding tone.

“The Black Heretic.” You stated, causing his smirk to drop and your own to grow. “You know... After years of being under your thumb and trapped in Ravka, I’m free.”

“You are Grisha. You are here as part of the Second Army. I control you.” The Darkling snarled, taking a step forward causing you to push your sword against his neck even harder.

“Expect... There is no second army stationed here.” You chuckled. “They all disappeared.“

“What?” He whispered. The door behind you opened and a golden blond figure walked in.

“Y/N/N. What is - going on?” The figure asked before taking the scene before him in.

“Nikolai, look what appeared on my doorstep.” You smiled as the second prince of Ravka moved to stand next to you. His hand touched your shoulder as he leaned into you chuckling.

“My dear....” The Darkling tried to speak, looking at you with feigned softness. 

“Does he know?” Nikolai asked, his smirk growing as his hazel eyes darkened at the sight of the Darkling at your mercy.

“Which bit?” You asked, despite knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“The part where you are holding his mind hostage...” Nikolai explained, causing the Darkling to look at you in alarm.

“Y/N. Sweetheart. The rule was you were never to use your abilities against me...” The Darkling smiled fakely as your laughter rang through the air.

“Vive la résistance.” You and Nikolai stated in unison before your free hand twisted. The Darkling dropped to the floor in agony and you kneeled next to his pained body. “You will leave here and forget everything about me. I no longer exist. Your priority is the Santka Alina and retrieving the amplifiers.“

As you spoke, your hand twisted towards his mind before his eyes went a faded green and his body unwillingly left through the front door. You and Nikolai watched with sick pleasure as the Darkling’s body shook with pain before he stood and walked away like nothing had happened.

“It’s our resistance.”

[lilisouless]

Kaz : Inej Ghafa... How do I begin to explain Inej Ghafa? Nina: Inej Ghafa is flawless. Matthias: She has two fabrikator made shoes and a big ship Zoya: I hear her hair's insured for $10,000. Nikolai: I hear she does slave hunting... in Fjerda Wylan: Her favorite song is "Here comes Queen of Mourning" Jesper: One time she meet Santka Alina Starkov Alina: and i told her she was pretty Dunyasha: One time she pushed me to my death.It was awesome