#vatra the inferni

[lilisouless]

Fruzsi: No puede creerlo, ya usamos todo nuestro repertorio y ni siquiera los hemos...¿que...traes...puesto?

Nisho con unas sandalias con la cara de Alina: ¿No le gustan mis sandalias? son aerodinamicas

Fruzsi: Tenemos unas horas para aniquilar a esos huerfanos, o el plan que Kirigan lleva ideando por quinientos años se esfuma. Y ...tu...estas usando...SU...¡MERCANCÍA!

Vatra bebiendo de un vaso con la cara de Mal:...jeje...¿quiere?

Fruzsi: ¡¡AAAAAHH!!

[capinejghafa]

anon request | inferni + hand gestures

[inahandful-of-dust]

Grisha Powers

ETHEREALKI or The Order of Summoners

Squallers

Inferni

Tidemaker

[stromuprisahat]

Can we just stop here at the moment and properly “appreciate” the fact they really named an Inferni VATRA?!

As in (proto)Slavic word for bonfire?

[marvelmusing]

Keep Your Judgement

Chapter Eleven

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s the night before the engagement party at the Spinning Wheel, before the plan you and Aleksander have orchestrated comes into fruition. Sleep eludes you, but Aleksander is able to offer a solution for your nerves.

Warnings [18+]: smut, unprotected sex, mentions of Grisha contraception methods, fingering, Aleksander’s sweet talking is a warning in itself.

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There’s a muffled thud in the hallway and your unsuccessful attempts at sleep are enough motivation for you to throw your covers back and move to investigate. It’s only once you reach your door, fingers curling around the handle, that you hear the whispered laughter.

There’s a small creak as you open your door, and the whispers lower themselves as you peer out into the darkness. Soon your eyes land on your next-door room neighbour.

“Fruzsi?”

She grins a little sheepishly as she turns further towards you, allowing the low level of moonlight to fall onto the person beside her.

“Hi Vatra,” you say quietly with a smile.

She smiles back widely.

“Hi.”

People often say that inferni and tidemakers don’t get along well, but despite their opposite powers Fruzsi and Vatra have always had the same determined spark in their eyes.

“Don’t stay up too late,” you warn them teasingly. Then you add, more seriously, “We have a big day tomorrow.”

They both nod, subtly drawing themselves closer together. Their eyes meet momentarily, a conversation without words being exchanged between the two of them. Then Fruzsi looks back at you with a smirk.

“The General’s light is still on,” she remarks pointedly.

Rolling your eyes, you can’t fight the smile tugging at your lips as Vatra turns the handle of Fruzsi’s door and the two of them disappear inside.

In the sudden silence of the hallway, you consider the doorway at the end of the corridor where a thin strip of light can be seen at the bottom of the door there. Aleksander’s door.

Without much prior thought, you slip back into your room and pick up your robe. Shrugging it on over your shoulders, you re-enter the hallway, closing your door behind you before you head towards Aleksander’s room.

There’s no hesitation as you reach his door, pushing it open to reveal the man himself as he sits frowning at some papers on his desk like he usually does.

Once he sees you, Aleksander stands immediately. He says your name softly, his expression mirroring the softness in his voice as he looks at you.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks.

Shaking your head, you step closer, stopping at the edge of the rug which lies in front of his fireplace. He rounds his desk smoothly, stopping beside the fireplace.

“Not really.”

With a small sigh, he sits down in the armchair beside the crackling fire, running a hand thoroughly over his face. His dark eyes scour over your figure as his fingers trace absentmindedly over the scar on his chin.

“You look tense,” he remarks quietly.

He’s right. There’s been a tension in your body all day, your muscles aching in anticipation of tomorrow - the attack on the Spinning Wheel that you’ve been planning over the last week.

“Come sit here,” he says in a low voice, gesturing towards the spot on his lap - the same space where you have often dreamt of curling up.

As you move forwards, preparing yourself to shift into your fox form, Aleksander shakes his head.

“Not the fox, I want you.”

Halting in your step, you frown when you realise he recognises how you look when you’re about to change form - and that in this moment he just wants you.

Slowly, you tread your way over the worn-out rug beneath your feet and stand directly in front of him. As he looks up at you, he settles his hands on either side of your waist, turning you around and guiding you into sitting with your back against his chest.

As you get comfortable, he settles his chin on your shoulder and turns his face towards the crook of your neck to nuzzle his nose there. The breath halts in your chest as you attempt to process the affection he’s offering you.

Turning your head to look at him, you meet his gaze and the two of you stare at one another for a long moment. A thrill runs through you when he glances down at your lips and your stomach flips as he leans closer.

Heat prickles over your cheeks, the sensitive skin there burning at the intensity in his eyes. His forehead grazes lightly over yours and you breathe out a small sigh as your eyes flutter closed.

When the tip of his nose catches against yours unintentionally, longing claws desperately at you, prompting you into whispering,

“Aleksander?” He hums softly in acknowledgement, his eyes remaining locked steadily on yours. “Promise me this isn’t just a before-battle tumble for you.”

His brows lift slightly, and a tension enters his jaw as he traces his knuckles gently over your cheek.

“Has that happened to you before?”

The corner of your mouth twitches wryly as you look down at his lips and admit,

“Durasts stay at the Little Palace, we’re a last piece of familiarity for anyone heading out into the field.”

Aleksander leans closer, his nose brushing delicately against yours in reassurance.

“I’m far too old for meaningless tumbles,” he murmurs with a small smile.

Breathing out a soft laugh, you seize the courage to lean forwards, capturing his lips with yours. There’s a pleased little sound of surprise in the back of his throat and you smile into the kiss.

Aleksander’s hand cups the side of your face, keeping you close as he moves his mouth against yours leisurely. When he pulls away you’re breathless, gasping in air as you lean against him.

He lowers his mouth, sucking at your lower lip before he takes it lightly between his teeth. The fox buries himself down into your instincts, leaving your mind quiet while your body begs for Aleksander.

The urge to sink your teeth into his throat seizes you, making you long to worry the skin there and leave a blossoming mark, claiming him as your own.

“Aleksander,” you breathe out in a whimpering sigh. He moans lowly, bringing you back for yet another kiss.

He squeezes the top of your shoulders with both of his hands, running each of his thumbs over your collarbones.

“But why don’t we get rid of some of that awful tension, hm?” The corner of his mouth quirks and your stomach flips at the suggestive sweetness cloying his tone like honey.

“Aleksander?” you whisper, and he hums in encouragement. Embarrassment burns over your cheeks. “I haven’t… touched myself since claiming the fox. At least not properly.”

He stills slightly, tilting his head at you.

“May I ask why?”

Lowering your gaze, you look down at the creases in his dark shirt. He must have discarded his kefta somewhere before you arrived.

“The night I merged with the fox, when I returned I was just scattered pieces of a person that you managed to put back together.”

As you lift your eyes to watch his reaction to your words, his expression softens considerably under your gaze as you find the confidence to continue with your explanation.

“Every time I try to touch myself, it’s like I’ve forgotten what it’s supposed to feel like. Whenever I get close, I can’t do it, I just want you.”

“Me?”

Faintly, you nod.

There’s an unspoken agreement between yourself and the fox, and during your attempts at self-pleasure he has always left your thoughts alone. But even without his meddling your mind always drifts to Aleksander, something inside you protesting against finding your peak without him.

“Please Aleksander, I need you.”

He watches you intently, with far too much distance between the two of you for your liking.

“You’re sure?”

Nodding, you grasp the front of his shirt to urge him closer, and that is all the encouragement he needs to lean forwards and kiss you once again. Both of you sigh into the kiss, gripping tightly onto one another.

Aleksander’s hands push up the skirt of your nightdress, pushing it up to reveal your bare thighs. His fingers are cold as they trace over your flushed skin, and you shudder when he begins to play with the edge of your panties. Knuckles brushing delicately over your skin, Aleksander hums lightly in approval as you suppress the urge to squirm over his thigh.

Despite trapping your lower lip between your teeth, a keening whine escapes from your throat as he rubs firmly over the front of your panties. The sound makes you burn with embarrassment, pressing your palm to your mouth.

Aleksander curls his fingers around your wrist, guiding your hand away from your mouth.

“I want to hear you,” he murmurs against your ear, pressing a delicate kiss to your neck.

Hooking a finger into your panties, he pulls the fabric aside, pinning it to your thigh with his large hand whilst slipping another finger over the length of your dripping entrance. The barest hint of friction and you’re already moaning loudly.

Aleksander leans against you, pressing his forehead to your shoulder as he breathes out heavily.

His finger traces your cunt in a firm circle, collecting your slick as he increases the size of the circle with each rotation. Each time he gets closer and closer to your clit, a dizzying burst of pleasure warming your abdomen as he nears the small bundle of nerves.

A startled cry escapes you as he finally touches that sensitive spot, his slick-covered fingertip pressing firmly against the swollen nub.

“I know, darling. I know,” he coos, and a shiver runs down your spine at his words. “It’s a lot, isn’t it?”

His voice is soft and encouraging, not unlike the doting manner he uses when you're in fox form.

“But it’s alright, sweet girl. I’m here.”

Slumping against his body, you surrender yourself to his touch, allowing his other hand to wander over your body as the other rubs delightfully against your weeping cunt.

He tugs down the top of your nightdress, your robe already pooled by your waist. The air of Aleksander's room is cool and your skin prickles with shivers as his warm mouth presses a line of kisses along your shoulder.

Toes curling, you tighten your grip on Aleksander, unsure whether you want to scream or cry at the sensations. He mouths at your neck, murmuring praises and encouragements against your skin, accompanied by his own heavy breathing as he begins to lose himself amongst your pleasure.

“You’re safe. I’ll keep you safe, I promise,” he whispers and something inside you cries out in relief as you climax. His next words are faint over the roaring in your ears as pleasure floods through your body. “There we go, my sweet girl.”

Gasping for air, tears gather in your eyes and all you can do is cling to Aleksander. Bliss threads it’s way under your skin, lingering in your muscles and buzzing in your lungs as you catch your breath. He strokes your cheek gently and without thinking you nuzzle your face into his open palm.

His smile is fond when your eyes flutter open and you smile back. Slowly, he traces the tip of his finger over your lower lip, admiring the kiss-swollen flesh. He chuckles softly when you take his finger between your teeth in an affectionate nip before you tug playfully at his digit.

“Would you like to take this further?” he asks in a low voice.

Nodding with a small smile, you watch his expression intently.

“Would you like that?” you ask.  

Instead of answering, he takes your hand, lowering it to press your palm against the sizable bulge in his trousers.

“Oh,” you breathe out with widened eyes.

His smile widens and he leans towards your lips.

“Oh indeed.”

He kisses you hungrily, hands grasping at your body as if you might slip away from him at any moment. Aleksander stands and the two of you stumble backwards towards his bed without separating from each other.

Somewhere along the way you tug down Aleksander’s shirt and he tosses your nightdress aside. Fabric hits the floor and soon his trousers and underwear have been discarded too.

When you collapse against his bed, naked body jolting with the impact, Aleksander follows you with his mouth, kissing his way up towards your lips. His teeth graze lightly over your breasts, and you whine as you writhe beneath him before he settles between your thighs.

There’s little time for you to admire his body as he hooks his hands underneath your knees and spreads you open for him.

His eyes remain locked on your face, watching for any sign of discomfort as he eases his way into your cunt. He moans as you gasp out his name, whispering it over and over as he presses his cock deeper inside you.

He entwines your fingers with his, locking your hands together as he rocks his hips forwards experimentally, pressing your body further into the mattress.

When he hears you moan after the motion he repeats it, settling into a steady rhythm that has you digging your nails into the space between each of his knuckles.

The old rickety headboard of his bed creaks, occasionally thudding against the wall to the beat of Aleksander’s thrusts, but neither of you care enough to restrain your vigour.

With your hands pinned under his, all you can do is keep your legs spread widely, hooking one of them over his waist as he changes his angle to take you deeper.  

Dropping his forehead down against yours, Aleksander groans quietly, a tension in his jaw as he hits a spot inside you that has your toes curling with pleasure.

Aleksander grits his teeth.

“I would usually last much longer than this,” he admits, his breathing ragged and for a moment you remember that this is the man who has been taking tonics daily to maintain his health. “But with the merzost… and Saints… you feel incredible.”

Rocking your hips against his, you clench hard around his cock and begin to kiss along his throat and chest.

“It’s okay,” you whisper hoarsely. “I’m close too.”

“Where would you like me to finish?”

As your eyes flutter closed, you admit quietly,

“I know where Vladim keeps the contraceptive tonics.”

The rhythm of his hips jolts shakily and he slows as if to gain better control of himself.

“Inside?” he rasps. There’s a sharp glimmer of desire in his eyes.

“Please.”

He groans lowly. Releasing one of your hands, he splays his palm over your stomach, rolling his hips determinedly against yours.

“Here? You want me to spill inside your warm little cunt?”

Inhaling sharply, you nod before begging shakily,

“Please Aleksander.”

He reaches down towards your clit, rubbing the little nub as he continues to thrust inside you. Overwhelmed by sensation, you grasp onto his bicep with your free hand, digging your nails into his flesh before dragging them down his arm.

Aleksander gasps, squeezing his eyes shut as he reaches his peak and mere seconds later you climax. Through your own whimpered cries, you hear Aleksander groaning at the sensation of your cunt clenching rapidly around his leaking cock.

He slumps over you, a comforting weight against your body as your chests heave simultaneously in a desperate symphony.

Aleksander kisses you a few times, mouth moving lazily against yours as the two of you soak up your highs.

Once he slides his cock out, he rolls onto his side before collapsing at your side with his back against the mattress.

As you turn to look at him, you see his eyes fluttering closed. There’s a looseness to his limbs that you haven’t seen before, and although he still looks as tired as he always does satisfaction curls at the corner of his lips.

Gently, you thread your hand through his hair, playing with the dark strands, and he makes a small hum of pleasure as he smiles. His eyes remain closed and you’re almost totally certain that he could fall asleep like this.

But there’s a stickiness between your thighs that is becoming unpleasant, and you know he would be uncomfortable waking up with the dried remains of the mess currently on his thighs and stomach.

With that in mind, you stand on shaking legs and move towards the bathroom. Aleksander’s eyes snap open the moment you begin to step away from him. The weight of his gaze on your naked form is heavy as you fill a jug of water and retrieve a cloth from the bathroom cabinet.

When you return to his side you smile softly and begin to clean the two of you up. Aleksander’s attempts to help only earn him a gentle swat on the hand as you scoldingly insist on taking care of him.

There’s an intimate symmetry between this moment and the night you merged with the fox. That night, Aleksander had wiped the blood from your hands and face, bringing you back to yourself with patience and a gentle touch. He knows and understands you better than anyone else ever has.

Settling down at Aleksander’s side, you contemplate something as he drapes his arm over your waist and tucks the covers over you both.

“If I tell you something crazy, do you promise you won’t ask me to leave?”

Curiosity enters his eyes, and he tilts his head aside as he murmurs softly,

“I promise.”

Silence lingers for a moment. Then you speak.

“The fox thinks we’re mates. You and me.”

Aleksander brushes his knuckles gently over your cheek, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead before he tucks you against his chest. He rests his chin on the top of your head as he whispers,

“I don’t think that’s crazy.”

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[patovpran]

Love that the inferni girl is called "Vatra" which literally means "fire" in croatian, bosnian and serbian

[glitter50000]

SaB season 2 spoilers (in the tags as well)

Kirigan’s grisha army watching him kill a whole camp with one sweep of the Cut in ep.6

(Vatra, the inferni, straight up saying “it’s like the earth ate them up” after that like damn girl)

[babaroqa]

i'm adding the inferni called vatra to my collection of horrible slavic names made up by people who do not understand slavic languages

[lilisouless]

Okay, a little register on the shadow and bone deseased characters

character not listed is because the show hasn't gotten to the events their death develops

Spoilers from both the books and the show

Died in the same (or a similar) way than in the books

-Liliyanna and Lada Garin (implied, we never see them on the show) , killed indirectly by Aleksander Morozova

-Mikhael and Dubrov (implied, we never see them die on the books) killed by fjerdan soldiers

-Vasily Lantsov, killed by a Nichevo´ya (therefore, Aleksander Morozova ,indirectly)

-Aditi Hilli (died saving Leoni Hilli´s life on the books. the show version has yet to have Leoni appearing and comfirming it was her)

-Jordie Rietveld (killed by the plague on both the show and book version)

-The morozova stag (killed by Aleksander Morozova)

-Rulsaye (killed by Alina Starkov)

-Ilya Morozova (not shown but told, killed by angry villagers)

Dies diferently than in the books

-Alexei (killed by the volkras, therefore indirectly by Aleksander Morozova on the books. Killed a little latter by Dreesen on the show)

-Marie (killed by a Nichevo´ya ,therefore indirectly by Aleksander Morozova on the books. Killed earlier on the show by Arken)

-Dominik (killed by a random soldier on the books , killed way much later on the show by Fruzsi)

-Baghra Morozova (killed by herself on the books, on she show: killed accidentally either by a nychevo´ya , therefore indirectly by Aleksander Morozova or by an accident caused by herself)

Died on the show, still alive on the books

-Tantee Helen (killed by Pekka Rollins on the show)

-Pavel (killed by Inej Ghafa, the books never mention Pavel´s demise among the grisha army)

-Alexxander Lantsov: (killed by a Nichevo´ya, therefore indirectly by Aleksander Morozova, never said to die on the books; when it happens the credit goes to Genya Safin)

Died on the books , still alive on the show

-Sankta Neyar (possibly died of natural causes)

Not book characters

-Arken (killed by Aleksander Morozova, on a non book existent storyline)

-Polina (killed by Inej Ghafa, imposible in the book since Inej wasn't present by that time on the books, aslo Pavel is not mentioned to have a sister)

-Vatra (killed by Wylan Van eck, while tecnically Vatra could have existed on the books as a random grisha inferni, the killed would be someone else given that wylan was absent from those events and not even created by then)

-Nisho (killed by Tamar Kir Bataar, tecnically possible on the book since he could be as well be a random squaller and Tamar was present fo the battle)

-Fruzsi (killed by Nikolai Lantsov. Unlikely on the books since there is no register on a tidemaker that close to the darkling and Nikolai was undispossed on the final battle)

-Ahlgren (not mentioned to exist on the books, killed on the show by Pekka Rollins, while there is the possibility of a guy on prision named Ahlgre, the killer is impossible since Pekka Rollins is not a prissioner by that point or at all)

-Mogens (killed by Inej Ghafa, not mentioned on the books or implied to exist)

Implied to be dead

Mr Rietveld: (killed on a farm accident on the books, the show doesn't mention him but his absence implies he dies there as well)

Implied to be alive due to absence

Ana Kuya (killed by Aleksander Morozova on the books, implied to be alive on the show since the book events never got to her and she is shown to exist)

Status or existense unknown

Harshaw: (dead on the book, killed on the final battle. Unknown on the show due to absence, could be alive or unexistent)

Pekka Rollin´s fake son: (dead on the book, killed by Kaz Brekker. Unknown on the show since he doesn't appear, could be dead or unexistent)

Paja: (killed on the books on an accident provoked by Aleksander Morozova, never shows up on the show therefore she is never comfirmed to be alive, dead or non existent)

Sergei Beznikov (Killed on the books by Aleksander Morozova. the show status has two alternatives since there is a character with his first name (but not last name mentioned)

The character is supposed to be him , so he is still alive on the show

The character only has the same name. therefore Sergei Beznikov´s fate is left to be unknown if alive,dead or non existent. If dead, then a diferent dead than in the book)

Milo ( implied to be killed on the books by Kaz Brekker. The dregs that attack Kaz Brekker remain unnamed on the show and none of them are shown to have died, therefore Milo´s fate on the show remains either Alive or non existent.. Unlike Sergei, the character on the show with his name is not supposed to be him)

Unkown fate on the show, implied to be dead , on a diferent way than on the book

-Ivan (dead on the book,killed by Tolya Yul Bataar) (uncomfirmed yet on the show, if dead, killed by Jesper Fahey , indirectly, also killed earlier than the book events)

-Fedyor Kaminsky (dead on the book,killed by an accident caused by Aleksander Morozova. Unknown on the show but wasn't around to die like on the book events)

-David Kostyk (dead on the books, by the fjerdan army , therefore indirectly killed by Jarl Brum; but chronologically alive by the show events. If dead, killed much early and by a nichevo´ya)

-Botkin Yul Erdene (dead on the books, killed by Aleksander Morozova. Show version is never told to be dead, but like Fedyor he doesn't appear along with the surviving grisha and is not mentioned at all)

Brought back to life

-Malyen Oretsev (both show and book gets revived, killed by Alina starkov on both but book version gets revived by Tolya and Tamar, show version gets revived by Alina herself)

-Aleksander Morozova (gets killed and revived on the books, show version has yet to revive him. Both version gets killed by Alina Starkov. Book version gets revived by Sankta Lizaveta, show version implies the same thing will happen)

-Baghra´s sister (killed by Baghra Morozova and revived by Ilya Morozova in both versions. Her resurection doesn't stick since she is told to by killed again by angry villagers)

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[doyouknowthis-grishaverse]

Vatra is an Inferni who sided with The Darkling against the Second Army and Alina's forces, her name translates to "fire" or "bonfire" so I can only assume that it's a nickname...