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Vengeance & Vanity

Part 4

Pairing: The Darkling x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Aleksander have established your place on the throne, and begun your search for the Firebird. Threats still linger on the horizon, and the two of you must plan ahead.

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A cloud of dust hits your face, prompting yet another coughing fit.

“You’re doing this on purpose.” You remark through your weezing. Aleksander raises a brow at you, the corner of his lips twisting into a small grin.

“These books contain centuries worth of knowledge, it’s bound to be a little dusty. There’s no need for dramatics.”

“The poor Corporalnik that will have to restart my lungs might disagree.” You grumble, opening the cover of the offending book. Aleksander’s eyes twinkle with amusement as he sits down facing you. It’s rare to see such boyish charm on his face. The last few months have been difficult for you both. You have been slowly regaining your strength after recovering from the wasting sickness. Through your frustration and tears, Aleksander has been nothing but patient. His confidence in your abilities has been unfailing, as he has been teaching you to summon with one hand. He’s certain that you will soon master summoning from pure will alone. You don’t know how he does it all.

The two of you have been ruling Ravka with varying levels of success. The Little Palace has been reestablished, the damage done in the attack was repaired almost immediately. As often as you can, you and Aleksander walk along the path that leads from the Grand Palace to the Little Palace. You can only marvel at the changes made in the last few months. The previous King had always been cautious of the Grisha, and in order to ensure their safety, Aleksander had encouraged the Grisha to work within the Little Palace. There had been limits on what the Grisha had been allowed to work on so that they could not be seen as a threat to the monarchy. Now that the King was gone, the Fabrikators’ workshops had a colossal influx of ongoing projects, and collaboration between the orders. After years of hardship, the Grisha were finally beginning to thrive.

Despite the good you have both managed to implement, there are still several matters that continue to both trouble and vex you. The Apparat has been drawing more followers into joining the leagues of the Sun Cult. You are certain that the Apparat has ensured that Alina remains hidden. He is now reliant on the faith of her followers, with her in his custody, he can gather enough soldiers to pose a threat to you and Aleksander. Unfortunately, your raids have only uncovered crazed fanatics - no Sun Summoner or Apparat.

The other matter is the reason why you and Aleksander are tucked away in the library of the Grand Palace, breathing in dust and decay. When he first became the General of the Second Army, Aleksander safeguarded a number of Morozova’s journals and other books documenting the existence of his amplifiers. Whilst a number of them were stolen after your first attempt at removing the monarchy, Aleksander had the foresight to conceal a number of the books in one of the passages under the Little Palace. The two of you have been reading these books to the point of obsession, in an attempt to locate the Firebird.

Several years after the creation of the amplifiers, a Squaller explorer known only as the Bone Hunter sought to find Morozova’s creatures. The Bone Hunter’s journal documented their search, and is one of Aleksander’s most valued pieces. Not only is it the first documented mention of Morozova’s amplifiers, but the Bone Hunter is the only known person to have ever seen the Firebird. You and Aleksander have been scouring the library for the past few hours, attempting to decipher the words of the journal.

It’s written in Old Ravkan, so Aleksander has no trouble reading it. You had learnt how to read Old Ravkan, but you sometimes took the translations too literally, much to Aleksander’s amusement. The landscape and borders of Ravka have changed over the centuries, and the Bone Hunter was not the best at recounting geography. They often described significant trees, which was of no help to you or Aleksander. Trees lasted centuries, but these journals’ age exceeded the majority of Ravka’s forestry. At any point in which the journals mentioned rock formations or rivers, you and Aleksander would scour map after map, looking for any place in Ravka that the journals could be referring to.

You had both agreed that the two of you would search for the Firebird together. Leaving the capital without either of you to defend it had seemed like a poor decision to you, at first. Aleksander had reasoned that the Grisha and nichevo'ya were more than capable of defending Os Alta, and that it might take both of you to take down the Firebird. The first few entries that describe the Firebird detail its ferocity, how it had torn men apart and seized them with its talons before soaring up into the air, dropping the hunters to their deaths. After reading over these entries, you begin to agree with Aleksander. The thought of facing the Firebird alone is terrifying, but the two of you can do anything together.

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Evenings are always reserved for you and Aleksander to spend time alone. During the day, neither of you stray too far from the other, after all, you rule side by side. The Tsar and his Tsaritsa. Aleksander nearly always has a hand on your back as you walk through the corridors. Your knees brush while you are sat in council meetings. But once you are in the privacy of your own rooms, the two of you are attached at the hip. You won’t leave Aleksander’s arms all night. You bathe together, taking the time to wash one another, then curl up on the sofa by the fire. Sometimes you both bring whatever books you’ve been reading, on rare occasions you will convince Aleksander to read aloud to you. Other nights you will simply spend in each other’s arms. Aleksander will trail his fingers over your skin, his thumb circling your cheek as he cups your face in his hand.

In these quiet moments you will share your dreams with each other. You both have the same plans for Ravka, but these moments are sacred and not to be tarnished with the stressors of the day. At night, the two of you are free to talk about your life together. Aleksander wants to live somewhere in the South of Ravka, where it’s warmer. You want to become a writer - to document discoveries in the Small Science, or create commentary on the lives of Grisha, or analyse historic texts. Aleksander wants to take you horse riding, just the two of you, travelling across Ravka together. These private dreams are what keep you both going. The thoughts of Ravka at peace, of Grisha living in safety, which allow the two of you to finally live solely for yourselves.

It’s during one of these evenings that Aleksander shares an idea with you.

“Do you remember when we first met?” He asks, tilting his head to look at you. Your legs are draped over his thighs, your body pressed against his side.

“Of course.” He lifts a brow at you, encouraging you to recount it, at which you laugh softly as you remember. “I tried to pick your pocket.” He hums fondly as he casts his mind back, and you add quietly. “You know, you’re the only person who’s ever caught me.”

“Do you want to know why that is?”

“You sensed the presence of your soulmate?” You suggest with a small smirk. A smile tugs at his lips, and he laughs lightly.

“Close, but no.” You glance at him curiously, waiting for him to elaborate. “You were bending the shadows.” You frown at his explanation.

“How? I couldn’t summon for weeks after I arrived at the Little Palace.”

“I think you did it subconsciously, bending the shadows slightly, so that you would remain hidden while you rifled through my kefta.” You pause for a moment, thinking his words over.

“So I wasn’t actually a good thief, just a secret Shadow Summoner.” You comment, a small amount of dejection in your tone. Amusement twinkles in his eyes as he regards you.

“I have another theory.” You nod, and he continues, “I think you could bend the shadows further, and completely hide yourself.”

“Become invisible?” He nods,

“I didn’t see you, I sensed your shadows.” He reasons, and your brow creases as you think it over. “I discussed this with the Fabrikators, David thinks it might be possible.”

“Have you ever tried to do it?” Aleksander looks away from you at that question. Staring into the fire, his dark eyes reflecting the flicker in the hearth with startling clarity.

“No, I haven’t.”

“What’s wrong?” You ask him, your voice scarcely a whisper.

“I think that my mother’s affinity for the shadows was a result of Morozova’s experiments, which she then passed onto me.” You watch his face carefully, as you think over his words. It’s likely. Morozova was incredibly eccentric. A lot of his experiments weren’t fully articulated in his journals. Even with Aleksander’s explanations, you still don’t fully understand how Merzost works. “Whilst I have more experience, more power in the sense of using Merzost, I believe that, with the right amplification, the scope of your power will exceed my own.” Your heart hammers in your chest, as you attempt to process all this information.

“That’s why you believe the Firebird should be mine.” He nods,

“The most powerful amplifier in existence.”

“But you can summon the shadows? We’re still both the same?” He looks away from the fire for the first time, eyes searching your face. He recognises the look in your eyes, the fear of being the only one.

“Of course we are, milaya.” He reassures you, tracing his fingers delicately over your cheek. “You and I are two of a kind.” His voice is soft, and warm with the underlying affection he reserves only for you. “Though I suspect you are more of a Shadow Summoner than I am.” He remarks with a small chuckle, which you frown at. “It can’t be a coincidence, you and Alina appearing within a century of each other. You’re closer to her age than you are mine.” He reasons.

“If this is you attempting to play matchmaker, I’m afraid she’s not my type.” You remark with a smirk. “And I’m already quite taken.” Aleksander cups your face as he lifts a brow.

“Really? And who might this lucky suitor be?” You smile as you lean towards his lips, brushing your nose against his as you reply,

“Only the Tsar of Ravka.” Aleksander moves forward, capturing your lips with his own in a kiss filled with adoration. There’s a tender smile on his lips as he pulls away, pressing his forehead against your own.

“Moya Tsaritsa.” He sighs against your lips, as the two of you lean into each other’s embrace. “Moi sol ye tselai.” My sun and stars. Your own smile widens, as you whisper,

“My Aleksander. I love you more than anything.”

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Over the course of the next week, you attempt to master bending the shadows. Aleksander offers you suggestions and pointers, and you’re soon able to disappear from view. Of course, Aleksander can still sense your presence, he would recognise the tug of your shadows anywhere. Corporalki can still detect your heartbeat, something you found out when you were attempting to sneak up on Fedoyr - much to your disappointment. David was delighted when he heard that you had managed to bend the shadows. You had visited him in his workshop and he had rattled off a number of other theories he had, which you had some trouble following. Luckily Aleksander had appeared to inform you of an emergency meeting before you became too confused.

“Has something happened?” You ask Aleksander as you follow him through the halls towards the War Room. His shoulders are tense, and the shadows around you both are eager to shift as you walk by.

“One of our Tailors has returned from the North with information regarding the whereabouts of the remaining Royals.” Your eyes widen as you look at Aleksander, hardly daring to believe it. That after so long, you might be able to finish this. You had heard from some of your spies that Alina had escaped from the Apparat, if this is true then it’s likely that she will have sought out Prince Nikolai. Meaning that both the Royals and the Sun Summoner could finally be within your grasp.

The assembled Grisha bow as you and Aleksander enter the War Room, and you both take your places at the head of the table. Thankfully, the meeting opens with the report from the Tailor. He’s young, though most Grisha feel young to you now. He explains how he had joined up with a group of rogue Grisha who planned to lend their support to the Sun Summoner. Which led him to the Lanstov’s hideout. The Monastery of Sankt Demyan.

The Tailor shows promise of being a good spy. He answers all questions about the hideout. About the number of supporters gathered there, and the weapons being developed. One of the archivists produces some blueprints of the monastery, created during its renovation into an observatory a few hundred years ago. The Tailor confirms that the layout remains the same, detailing the functions of each room. This is what you’ve been waiting for, the means to coordinate a strike against the resistance and secure yours and Aleksander’s position on the throne. The Tailor also informs you that the Sun Summoner had recently arrived at the hideout. It almost seems too good to be true. Of course, it’s likely that something will go wrong, but now you have a direct course of action, and Aleksander always has a plan.

The meeting goes on for several hours, as your council contemplates a number of different strategies for your strike on the hideout. You organise the necessary resources and debate the most efficient route into the mountains. It’s late into the afternoon when you and Aleksander are finally alone.

“I would have liked you to have the Firebird’s power before facing her again.” Aleksander admits. You take his hands in your own.

“I wasn’t at my strongest the last time.” You remind him. “Our scouts have reported possible signs of the Firebird in the valleys of the Sikurzoi, which aligns with what we’ve gathered from the Bone Hunter.” He nods along with your words. “Once this has been taken care of, we can search for the Firebird ourselves.”

His fingers trace their over each of your knuckles, before his touch slides up your forearms, drawing you into his arms. You lean your head against his chest. Reassured by the familiar feeling of his kefta against your cheek, and the faint beating of his heart under it all. He traces his hand over your cheek, and you look up at him. You can see contemplation in his eyes, and you know he’s trying to make a decision. A small smile flickers across his face.

“I have something I need to ask of you.” You wrap your fingers around his wrist, squeezing lightly to convey your support.

“Anything.”

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V & V Tag List: @hummelmi @james-bucky-barnes-bitch @scarlettels @visd3stele

Teddy Graham

Summary: You and Wanda had been...well, something since highschool. You considered Wanda a friend, but friends don't do the things you did with Wanda. You never really got the chance to figure out what Wanda was to you before she graduated and left you behind. Fortunately, she makes it clear as day when you meet again in college.

Warnings: Drug usage (just weed), pet names, smut, corruption kink(?), fingering, strap ons, possessive behaviors, drug usage during sex, please tell me if I've missed anything! There are no gendered terms but R does have a vagina.

You and Wanda had an odd relationship, to say the least. The two of you met at a party during your Sophomore year of highschool. Though she was a junior and you'd only got to see each other in the hallways or briefly during lunch, you two go along well. The next year was a bit more complicated. You had two classes together and were able to talk a lot more. You were overjoyed to see her everyday, but your friends were heavily against it. They'd just barely tolerated her present during your Sophomore year and by the time your junior year started , they couldn't stand her and were happy to see her leave.

Where you saw a pretty girl with a soft heart, they saw nothing but a scumbag with a weed dependency. Wanda wouldn't deny it either. She was no good for you. You were innocent. You trusted too easily and saw the good in even the worst people, she understood why your friends were so keen on keeping you away from anything they deemed dangerous. Too bad that only made Wanda want you more.

It wasn't always a sexual want. When you two first met she just assumed it was just one of those things where upperclassmen "adopted" their underclassmen. She didn't remember exactly what it was that made her crave you in that way. Maybe it was watching you struggle to straddle during a game of truth or dare. It could've been those few short kisses you two shared during seven minutes in heaven that one time. It didn't really matter. What did matter was that Wanda made a promise to herself. If she couldn't have you to herself, she'd make sure to ruin you for anyone else.

Yet again, your innocence got the best of you. You were so excited to hang out with Wanda you didn't question a thing. It didn't bother you that no one was home. You didn't think twice when she'd locked her bedroom door. You were eager to sit in her lap when she offered. You didn't bat an eye when her hands began to roam under your shirt. Your only complaint was when Wanda finally snapped and pinned you down to the bed. Even then, your only concern was that you didn't know how to kiss someone. So, she taught you. Her sweet little bear was so happy to learn. She would've taken you right then and there had you not gotten so overwhelmed.

Unfortunately, things had quickly gone south your senior year. Distance plus packed schedules made it nearly impossible to keep talking. Not only that, the tension between Wanda and your friends had finally boiled over. They never stopped you from speaking to her, but they successfully shamed you out of even texting her in private. Wanda eventually let go. She assumed it'd just be some highschool fling she'd get over later in life.

Yet, there you were, standing in the corner of a frat house while everyone around partied their hearts out.

She did a double take the first time she laid eyes on you. Your locs had gotten longer and you'd dyed your hair, but it was still you. Even after a year and a half, you still greeted her with that same overenthusiastic wave like you did in highschool.

"Hey, sweet bear, long time no see?" Wanda had expected you to be a bit distant at first. Maybe she'd get a side hug and generic smile. She was not expecting you to flash her the brightest smile and nearly tackle her into a full blown hug. She cracked a smile and gently rubbed your shoulders. "Yeah, I missed you too."

You couldn't control the smile on your face. "I'm sorry, it's just that- wow this is crazy! I haven't seen you in forever and I didn't even know you went here, it's just, ah!" You pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. "Oh right," You let go and motioned towards the boy standing next to you. "This is Scott, he was the senior I got grouped up with during disorientation!"

Wanda couldn't help but pull you closer. "I wish you would've told me you were coming, I wouldn't have let you roam around campus by yourself." Her arms wrapped around your lower waist. "I think you and I have a lot to catch up on, don't you think?"

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It didn't take long for Wanda's obsession to resurface. She couldn't help it, really. You'd just fallen right back into her arms and the two of you had quickly gone back to your old ways. It was much better the second time. No one could take you away from her anymore. All she had to do was claim you. Of course, with no competition around, she found herself taking her sweet time with it. There was no harm in teasing you a bit.

When Wanda invited you over for dinner that night, it was just so she had an excuse to take care of you. Really, she just wanted you to have a nice home cooked meal and cuddle up after an exam. She couldn't help but toy with you when she saw you toy with her rolling tray.

"What, you've never seen weed before?" Wanda sat down on the couch across from you. She watched as you naturally scooted closer. Her arms snaked around your waist.

You shook your head and rested your head on her shoulder. "You were the only one I knew that smoked and I never went to parties after you left." The second Wanda didn't reprimand you for your nosiness, you began to open the little baggie. A quick sniff was all it took to send you into a coughing fit. You handed back the bag and covered your nose. "I don't like how it smells."

Wanda took the bag from you and patted her lap. "Come on, I'll show you how to roll." Her legs spread and let you get comfortable for a bit. She bit the inside of cheek to stop herself from commenting on your obedience. "I know it seems hard, but my sweet bear will make me proud." She leaned forward to grab the grinder, making sure to press her breast against your back.

You let out a sharp exhale through your nostrils, but kept quiet. You ran your fingers over the bear engraved on the top. "So, did you buy this because of me or have you always had a thing with bears?" A giggle escaped your lips despite the pinch Wanda gave you. You let the older woman place a few nuggets in the grinder. "So I just push down and twist?"

Wanda's hands interlocked with yours and guided you to the proper motions. "Don't push, it'll break apart weird and won't grind right." She whispered her instructions right into your ears, letting her accent slip just enough to get squirm. After a bit of twisting Wanda opened the bottom of the grinder. "Awe look at that, you did amazing." She nuzzled into the side of your neck. "Can you open up that cigar for me?"

You slowly picked up the cigar and the razor blade. Thankfully, Wanda could sense your nervousness and guided you through the process of cutting it open. Your eyes wide when Wanda pushed the empty paper towards your mouth. You hesitantly ran your tongue across the paper. For a moment, you watched Wanda. Let her fill the wrap and reroll it with ease. All you had to do was bend down and lick again.

Wanda leaned forward and grabbed the lighter. She ran the flame down the side a few times before she turned the top towards you. "Wanna hit?" She chuckled darkly, feeling you tense up in her lap. "Don't worry, I won't pressure you." She gently tapped your thigh signalling for you to move. "I'm sure the food is done by now, just relax for now."

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Wanda was in your head. She had you right where she wanted you. You were desperate for her touch. She hoped the first time was a little more romantic. Ideally, it would've been after a nice date. When you were all giddy and relaxed, she'd pull you close and have you the way she wanted. She couldn't tell if that was the weed or the romanticism talking.

"Do you remember the last time I had you in my room like this," She asked softly. Wanda took the blunt from between your lips and took a puff from it. She let the smoke out rush over your face and watched you squirm hopelessly. "I taught you how to kiss, you were so cute."

You had gotten a lot cuter. It was as if everything she loved had increased tenfold. "Have you gotten any better?"

A familiar burn worked its way across your face. It was embarrassing when anyone asked about your sex life. "I mean…I never really got a chance to try after that." The gentle warmth of Wanda's hand on your arm eased your nerves but did nothing to the hot pit in your stomach. Wanda never failed to make you feel that way. You thought it was wrong at first. Wanda was just a friend. People don't think about their friends the way you thought about Wanda.

Before you could get lost in your head, she kissed you.

The way you two kissed was so natural. Your lips move in sync with Wanda's. You opened your mouth just the way she liked when she bit your lip. Your legs wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer, just how she taught you. She overwhelmed you, but you enjoyed it. Wanda knew your body like the palm of her own hand. She groped you in all the right places and dominated you with such ease. You couldn't help but melt underneath her.

"Awe, you're so good for me. You haven't forgotten a thing." It was hard to go slow with you. The urge to grind against you so you'd feel the strap she hid under her sweatpants just so she could see you stutter and beg was too strong. Her thumbs rubbed small circles on your hips. "I've waited so long to have you like this." She tugged down your shorts and immediately zeroed in on the dark circle on your underwear.

You nervously closed your legs. Wanda gently pushed open your legs and situated herself between them. "I'm sorry, it's just…I'm a little nervous." A shiver went down your spine when you caught Wanda's hungry stare. You'd seen it a few times. It was only ever brief glimpses. Maybe you'd been a little too antsy in her lap or too friendly with some boy she'd never met. It was a little scary, but you liked it.

Wanda ran her hands up and down the side of your thigh. "Don't be shy, sweet bear. I promise I won't tell anyone about this, it can be our little secret." Her thumb immediately found your clit and began rubbing circles around it. She let her fingers go lower and press against your entrance over the fabric. "You're gonna take me so well."

You watched nervously as Wanda removed your underwear. "Can you take something off too, this is really embarrassing." Your eyes followed Wanda's hands as they moved from your hips to the hem of her shirt. Your hand reached out slowly only for you to quickly bring it back to your side.

"No, it's okay, you can touch." Wanda grabbed your hand and placed it on breast and squeezed. A moan escaped her lips when you rolled her nipple just the way she liked. She leaned forward and began grinding against your core. One of her fingers eased itself inside of you with nearly no resistance. "Oh, you're gonna take me so well,"She said with a husky voice.

You shuddered and rushed to cover your mouth. You'd touched yourself before, but Wanda's fingers were much longer than yours. They reached deep inside and made quick work of you. The coil in your stomach grew tighter as Wanda spoiled you with another one of her fingers. She spread them apart before pistoning them inside you at a steady pace. "Please, please, please," You begged when Wanda began to pull her fingers out of you.

"Shh, I'll give you whatever you want but you have to be patient." Wanda pulled down her pants and let the dildo spring out. She ran the tip up and down your slit just to watch you squirm. She collected more of your slick on her fingers and used it to coat the length between her legs. Her hands moved to the backs of your thighs and pushed them forward. "Now, be a good bear and keep your legs wide open for me, okay?"

You nodded obediently and held the back of your knees. It was an uncomfortable position. Your body had never stretched in such a way. The only solace you received was a few kisses and the soft promise that Wanda would help once she filled you up. "O-oh wow, that's big," You forced out through gritted teeth. You were thankful for the few moments Wanda gave you to adjust to the new form of intrusion.

Wanda stiffly leaned over and put the blunt in your lips. "Just take a puff, it'll help you relax." She stroked your hair and placed a gentle on your lip as you took a puff. She placed the blunt back on the nightstand and held your thighs again. The first thrust was dreadfully slow and shallow. Wanda continued at that pace until you began whimpering. "Oh, you're such a needy thing."

"Can't help it," You whispered softly. You whimpered again as Wanda finally bottomed out. The sensation of being stretched out was orgasmic in itself. Your hips rocked forward in a desperate attempt to meet her thrusts. Wanda had gone a little deeper, but her pace was still slow. "Fuck, Wanda, that feels so good."

Wanda's thumb slowly rubbed circles against your clit. "I'm gonna be the only one to see you like this, understand?" The possessiveness inside her only grew the more you begged for her touch. She finally got you. You were her needy little sweet bear and she could do whatever she wanted to you. "I've waited for so long to have you and now you're mine forever."

Your heart swelled. It probably wasn't normal to be turned on by such words. Maybe it was the weed, but you couldn't deny how hot it was. To finally understand what all those dark stares meant. It was arousing. "Hnng, fuck, Wanda I'm yours. I'm all yours I promise!"

Wanda struggled to keep herself calm. She wanted to ravage you. Mark you up and slut you out like no tomorrow. She knew you wouldn't be able to handle it just yet. "I'm gonna make you my slutty little teddy bear and you're gonna love every second of it, aren't you?" One calculated thrust into your gspot and you've tumbled over the edge into an orgasm.

A moan ripped through your throat. The quiet whimpers were replaced with yelps and other noises you'd never made before. Your eyes clamped shut. as your orgasms racked over your body. Wave after wave of endless pleasure as Wanda continued to guide you through your first orgasm.

Wanda took note of the way your eyebrows knitted together and pulled out. "Shh, we're done now sweet thing. Just relax." She lowered your legs and messaged them a bit. Finishing up with only one orgasm hadn't satisfied her in the slightest, but she needed to go step by step. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

You stretched your arms out and wrapped them around Wanda's neck. You let her guide you to the bathroom and sit you down on the toilet as she prepped your bath. A fuzziness had formed around your head and clouded your thoughts. You were in no capacity to speak, let alone think for yourself.

"Who would've thought, my sweet bear's a light weight."

Headcanons for being Yelena’s sibling and dating Kate Bishop

Kate Bishop x Belova!reader

warnings: minor hawkeye spoilers

a/n: so i mean i did some age math and it was just easier to make it so reader is more of yelena’s adoptive sibling than apart of the ohio household

prompt: anonymous: “Hey could I request headccannos for kate dating yelna and natasha sibling?”

you met her on your revenge mission with yelena, doing anything for your sister

but you weren’t expecting to meet anyone, especially not her

“hi, kate bishop! you’re cute” -you

“business first, y/n” -yelena

“should i be flattered or afraid?” -kate

“see, y/n? you are confusing her” -yelena

kate was very intimidated by your staring

but you were just super happy to look at her

and when she started asking questions about why you and your sister were there, you had something to say

“barton killed a fellow widow. and that widow happens to be my sister’s sister, and technically that makes her my sister, too. we don’t take kindly to that” -you

“y/n is right, we are not happy with barton and now we are going to kill him” -yelena like :)

you slipped kate a burner phone and whispered

“call me” -you, doing this hand sign 🤙

yelena thought your crush on her was cute

and you had no shame in it at all

she thought kate was a “nice little girl” for you, but the mission cane first

“you ever hear the phrase ‘conflict of interest?’” -yelena

“dont worry, i’m a professional” -you

when yelena went after clint, you kept kate busy and shamelessly flirted

“after this, we should definitely go get coffee…or drinks” -you

“could you stop your sister…” *swing* “from…” *kick* “trying to kill…” *knife* “my mentor?” -kate

“darling, you can’t stop a widow” -you, winking

checking if she was okay when the TSM pulled up and hit her

teaming up to take them down

where she actually finally admitted she liked you back

“that doesn’t change the fact that you’re terrifying” -kate

“i have that affect on people” -you

being very open while you are ruthlessly beating up guys in tracksuits

“i’d really like to kiss you, honestly” -you

“are you into fighting or something?” -kate

“it’s quite possible” -you

settling your mark in NYC and deciding to extend your “sabbatical” to spend some time with your “new friend”

which yelena approved of, but said that if kate wants to get on her good side she should be her new york tour guide

(you got a tour too it was a bonding moment for you all)

“i will check in on you, believe me, but go on, go have your fun” -yelena

you and kate actually got to hang out without engaging in hand to hand combat!

“this is…this is great” -kate

“what is?” -you

“us being together without an impending sense of doom” -kate

you thought she was very funny

offering to help her fix up her apartment

“well, we’ll need a place to stay!” -you

“you sure move fast” -kate, a bit delighted (she needed the company)

“i am speed” -you

doing target practice with her

she taught you archery (standing behind you and holding your arms)

you lied and told her you did not know archery but it’s okay she loved it

“if you make the bullseye, i’ll give you a kiss” -kate

“incentives? oh, that’s cute!” -you, moments before landing an arrow in the center of the target “i guess i’m a natural”

going to thrift stores and trying out new furniture

“i like this one! do you like it?” -you, bouncing up and down on a couch

“i love it! i can see it now, watching a movie, eating ice cream…cuddling” -kate

“yes! let’s do that tonight” -you

gossiping about all the foes you’ve gone up against

and telling her about your time in the red room

kate knew that was bad but she still found you to be a super cool super spy

and you liked that she stopped being scared of you

she was grateful to have you and your company after her hard times, losing the last bit of her family and all

and you were grateful to find more family!

but u totally missed yelena and she missed you back a ton

“hi, yelenaaaa!” -you on the phone

“hi, y/nnnnn!” -yelena putting you on speaker while she looks through the scope of a sniper

“whatcha doing?” -you

“oh, not much. doing some sightseeing” -yelena

*gunshot*

“oh, i wonder what she’s looking at!” -you

“a dead body?” -kate

“y/n, i have to go but i love youuuuu” -yelena

cant forget about clint tho

it took some time but he came around

you reminded him of natasha

“has y/n tried to kill you at all recently?” -clint

“only in—” *elbowed by kate* “i mean, no! i would never! i have never!” -you

clint invites u to family dinners

the kids were obsessed with you

“can you teach me some fighting moves?” -lila

“me too!” -nathaniel

“ask your parents for permission first and if they say ‘no’ i will definitely do it” -you

when you start working again, kate misses you tons, but you make an effort to surprise her

you send postcards, facetime when you can, bring home gifts, shower her with affection, tell stories, send goofy pictures, make lists of what you’ll do together when you come back

you make the effort

she always throws mini surprise parties when you come home

which are no longer surprising but you play the part well

“oh my gosh, i had no idea you were throwing a welcome home party for me! i am so surprised!” -you

“shush and give me a kiss, please” -kate

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Hell Bent: 7 Princes of Hell Masterlist

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One Shots Masterlist | Full Masterlist

|| A series of correlated one shots within the same AU and with the same Reader. ||

Summary: Only two things are known of the head of the most notorious and oldest Mafia clan. One, they grant favors to any soul brave and desperate enough for a price that was not known. Two, they are known only as Hades. What is your deepest desire? Are you ready to make a deal with the devil?

Fandoms: cross over madness

Warnings: 18+ ONLY SMUT CONTENT. (more to follow)

!!READ THE WARNINGS ON EACH

7 Princes of Hell:

Introduction to the Lore

Lucifer (Pride) - Andy Barber x Reader

Beelzebub (Gluttony) - Dean Winchester x Reader

Asmodeus (Lust) - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Leviathan (Envy) - Spencer Reid x Reader

Belphegor (Sloth) - Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Mammon (Greed) - Billy Russo x Reader

Satan (Wrath) - Steve Rogers x Reader

Drabbles and Shorts:

Sneak Peek at the first Prince

The bi panic omg I need more

Hi! Can I please request a Darkling and reader oneshot where they're married and she always look very elegant but in reality she's a great strategist and fighter?

Maybe Alina meets her when she is presented to the king, and is amazed by her and then sees her fighting in the training grounds and Alexander can't help but make some proud remarks?

Thank you so much, and feel free to change it a bit.

ADORED

The Darkling/Aleksander Morozova x reader

warnings: Alina’s POV, canon up to a point, Zoya bashing (canon episode 3), everyone has a crush on you, milf!reader, Alina is bi deal with it, vague descriptions of reader’s body.

summary: Alina meets the most adored person in the Little Palace; General Kirigan’s beautiful wife, Y/N

word count: 2037

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@buckystarlight I mentioned writing this agessss ago lol 😅

dedicated to my wife and loml @aleksanderwh0r3 

. . .

Alina walked down the staircase, noticing two guards walking side-by-side behind her. she attempted to walk out the door, but was stopped by two other guards. 

a feminine voice came from her right. “Alina! there you are!” two girls wearing blue keftas came up to her, taking her arm on either side. one was tall, with hair tied up in neat braids, while the other was shorter than Alina, with a braid down her back.

“we’ve been looking for you!“ the second girl said, guiding her away from the guards. “we weren’t properly introduced earlier. I’m Marie, this is Nadia,“ she said, pointing to herself then the girl on Alina’s right, who was smiling at her. she liked them already, it would be nice to have friends here. 

“why are the guards keeping me inside,“ she asked, noticing that the guards were behind them again, their faces stoic and eyes blank.

“you’re supposed to be in training now... are you really a mapmaker?“ asked Nadia, looking at her quizzically.

“were you really attacked by Fjerdans?“ interjected Marie

“how many Fjerdans did you kill?“

“kill? I barely got a swing off at one,“ explained Alina, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“sounds like our timing is perfect.“

“welcome to the first part of your new daily schedule,” said Nadia, just as the trio entered a large courtyard. 

“combat training,” Marie and Nadia said in sync. Grisha wearing all different colour keftas stood in the yard, some just talking, some practising hand movements, and others fighting. eyes followed them as they walked.

Nadia and Marie brought her over to where a muscular Shu man was training people in blue and red keftas. alongside him was a slightly familiar woman in a black kefta, just like General Kirigan’s. her hair was tied back neatly, and her hands were clasped together behind her back. “who’s that?” she asked no one in particular

they didn’t even need to ask who she meant, all three of them staring at the beautiful woman in black, who at that moment laughed at something Botkin said. she clapped him lightly on the shoulder and the students with them looked on enviously. “that is Y/N Kirigan, isn’t she perfect?“ Nadia sighed, making Marie roll her eyes.

“Kirigan? she seems familiar...“

“General Kirigan’s wife,“ Marie explained, poking Nadia to tell her to compose her dreamy expression. “only they wear black keftas. she participates in every aspect of Grisha training, but she’s closest to Botkin. apparently they’re old friends, though she looks younger than her age. there’s a portrait of her grandmother in the main hallway, they’re identical, that’s probably why you recognise her.“ 

"how old is she?"

"30s, I'm guessing, though it's hard to put an age on her, she’s gorgeous.” Alina agreed completely.

just as Alina was about to ask Marie another question, Botkin came walking over to the trio. Mrs. Kirigan followed behind. “Sun Summoner,” he called, “all of Ravka’s foes want to kill you before you can destroy the Fold. It’s a great honour to have so many enemies.”

“a very warm greeting,“ Alina remarked under her breath. 

“he’s always like this,“ replied Nadia.

“you must learn to defend yourself fast, do you know how to fight?“ 

“Botkin, she’s been here two minutes, let her breathe, hmm?“ a voice from behind him called. Alina blinked as Y/N walked past Botkin, lightly smacking his shoulder. her hips swayed as she walked, and Alina could swear she saw a Grisha boy’s jaw drop behind her.

“we don’t have time to dawdle,“ grunted Botkin, but his eyes were fond when he looked at her. behind them, the Grisha training weren’t trying to hide their glances either, some of awe, some of respect, some of lust, just like the boy, who had wisely closed his mouth.

“I’ve had some training,“ Alina said, not wanting to seem weak in front of the others.

“show me. pick an opponent,“ declared Botkin, and Y/N rolled her eyes at him, before shaking her head and walking to the side, back to her awaiting students.  

Alina had done a lot of stupid things in her life, but she liked to think that she had a good head on her shoulders. 

but punching Zoya right across the face, although satisfying, meant being thrown across the yard by her Squaller abilities, and then everything going black.

when she opened her eyes again she saw the two very worried faces of Nadia and Marie over her, asking if she was okay. 

“I can’t believe she did that,“ exclaimed Nadia

“she’s just jealous,“ said Marie, “can’t bear the idea of anyone else being favoured by General Kirigan.“

“favoured? but he’s married?“ Alina’s thoughts began to clear.

Marie rolled her eyes, “and she knows that, she’s his favourite student by far, but acts like she’s his wife instead of Y/N, it’s ridiculous”

“does she know? Y/N?“

“of course, though I doubt she cares. Y/N still trains Zoya, I actually think she's quite fond of Zoya, saints knows why“ 

“she’s so perfect,“ Nadia sighed dreamily

“Y/N or Zoya?“ 

“Y/N, she’s so cool... though I have a better chance with Zoya. I don’t know why she wastes her time pining over him... when she could be with me,“ Nadia said, just as Alina looked over her shoulder. Botkin was scolding Zoya, before sending her away, as she went she shot dirty looks at the three of them, before marching off, kicking dust behind her

“Alina! are you alright, darling?“ 

Alina turned to see Y/N walking briskly towards them, looking concerned.  Nadia’s eyes widened when she saw her, and she turned her head to avoid embarrassment. 

“oh, I’m fine, umm, Mrs-”

she was cut off by light laughter. “oh please darling, call me Y/N, or General if you insist on formality. but I don’t think that’s necessary. are you sure you’re alright? did you hit your head hard?”

saints, Alina could see why Nadia had such a big crush on you. you and General Kirigan were an attractive couple, a very attractive couple.

“I fell on the straw so I’m alright, I swear... Y/N“

she smiled again, and Nadia made an almost inaudible choking sound. “either way, you should get checked out. I’m sure Nadia and Marie will take you, they’re good girls”

even Marie was blushing a bit, but stayed composed. “we will, thank you General Kirigan”

“please Marie, call me Y/N, and I’ll see you later on, especially you Alina,“ with another smile she was gone, black kefta sweeping around her legs, hips swaying slightly. 

“see what I mean? perfect“ Nadia sighed, and the two girls, though they didn’t say anything, agreed completely

. . . 

dinner was held in the most beautiful room Alina had ever seen. when she told Marie this, she laughed. “if you think this is beautiful, you should see the ballroom.” she could feel eyes on her the second she entered the room, eyes that flickered over her face, eyes specifically, and her kefta. Nadia and Marie took no notice of their stares, sitting on either side of her, acting like shields to the prying gazes.

a gold plate was set in front of her, and Marie gasped excitedly. “it’s to celebrate your victory with the king!” just as Alina lifted her fork the doors swung open again.

Y/N laughed as she and Fedyor walked in arm-in-arm, as all eyes left Alina and made their way to her. her hair was loose from the tight up-do it was in earlier, and her kefta wasn’t buttoned up to the top anymore, instead revealing more of her neck, and her collarbone. Fedyor took his seat beside Ivan, and to Alina’s surprise, Y/N walked over to where they were sitting.

“how was your first day with Baghra, Alina?“

a sharp jab in the ribs from Marie shook her out of her stupor. “it was... a good start.”

“meaning she was cranky and hit you with that cane of hers?“ Y/N laughed, raising an eyebrow. Alina didn’t even reply before she started again, “don’t worry about it love, I’ve known her since I was a child, and she’s cranky with me as well. anyways, I’ll allow you to eat your dinner. I see that you’ve been given a bit of special treatment by that husband of mine.”

from anyone else the words would have been patronizing, or mocking, but the sincerity and good humour in her eyes made Alina feel at ease. “just this once, I’d rather eat what everyone else eats”

“enjoy it love, you’ve earned it“

“is it true that you eat our food too?“ Nadia blurted, looking like she instantly regretted her words. “I mean... General Kirigan doesn’t eat with us, but you do, and I was just- uhh- nevermind “

“Nadia,“ Marie hissed, but Y/N just smiled. “it’s alright Marie, and yes Nadia, I have always preferred eating what my friends and students eat. I think that dinner is the best time of the day to be together as a family, no?”

Nadia just nodded rapidly, unable to recover quickly from her name being used. Y/N straightened her back, and brushed hair out of her face, “I’ll leave you too it then, talk later girls,” and she was gone, taking an empty seat beside Fedyor, who grinned upon seeing her, and immediately involved her in some argument with Ivan. 

beside Alina, Nadia put her head in her hands and Marie sighed deeply, as the three of them watched Y/N laugh at Ivan’s stoic expression

. . .

General Kirigan had Alina meet him early the next morning. “the training yard won’t be busy this time of day, come.” he walked quickly, and Alina struggled to catch up with him. the sun had just risen and golden sunlight poured into the Little Palace, filling every crevice with light. 

he was right, upon entering the yard, only one person was there already.

Y/N grinned when she saw them, and stopped what she was doing to come over and greet them. Alina hung back, so General Kirigan could embrace his wife, but instead you pushed right past him, bringing Alina herself into a hug.

her arms were snug around Alina’s shoulders, and Alina found herself greatly enjoying the warmth. Y/N smelled like fresh linen, a flowery scent, and there was a vague scent of a masculine cologne, one she recognised from the General himself. it was Heaven.

“good morning Alina, how did you sleep? I know it’s early, but I prefer training alone, I hope that’s alright?“ Y/N spoke very fast, still holding Alina’s shoulders. Alina just nodded before Y/N turned again, back to where she was. 

“my wife, though she has abilities, enjoys physical fighting as well. most Grisha rely solely on their gifts, but Y/N thought it best to show you both ways,” General Kirigan explained, as Y/N took position, flashing them a smile before starting

though she had no opponent, and was basically fighting thin air, she moved with such elegance and precision that it was hard for Alina to take her eyes off her. Y/N was like a blur, reaching what seemed to Alina to be impossible speeds and agility. 

Kirigan watched her fondly, adoration and worship clear in his eyes. “she’s incredible,” he murmured

“everyone who meets her agrees“ Alina replied, remembering the fond glances from Ivan and Botkin, two of the most serious men that Alina had ever met.

“she’s spent years forming connections, she believes that a life without friends is a life failed. they really do adore her“

when Y/N finished the training, not a hair nor her clothes were out of place, her smile wide as he came over to them again, looping her arms around Kirigan’s waist and kissing his cheek.

“well, what do you think love? fancy some extra classes?“ she asked Alina, and Alina gulped, as she watched Y/N’s chest rise and fall quickly due to exertion.

“will Botkin mind?“

“Botkin will be happy with whatever decision I make, so?“ she looked so hopeful and Alina’s heart leaped

“I’d love to!“

Nadia was going to lose her shit

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Admist the Storm with the Darkling please?

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The Darkling was pacing by beside you, he was torn between staying with you and going up on the deck to look for the creature that he was hunting for you.

He knows you are running out of time, the poison draining your power and with it your life. You were losing the very thing that was your allure to him in the first place and it scared you to think about what if you would live but couldn't be his match anymore. He has gone so far to save you but the storm seemingly followed the sea monster and the closer you've got the more dangerous it became.

"Aleksander." It was a weak attempt to gain his attention, your voice so frail and dejected it shouldn't even be audible through the crashing waves and pouring rain.

He heard you though, your dark lover, your very own monster. He snapped in your direction, abruptly stopping and that angry demeanour would have intimidated anyone else.

"No!" he scolded you harshly as he moved to sit down by your side. "Don't even think about it."

Despite his tone, he was gentle with you when he pulled you closer, practically making you sit in his lap with your back to his front and your head resting against him.

Taking your hand in his, he does what he has been doing for the last few days, acting as an amplifier for you, keeping you anchored to this world.

"The ship will not survive the storm." You've heard you already lost more than one crew member and the ship took plenty of damage.

"We will." Came the defiant answer.

With two simple words, he managed to make you give up trying to convince him. It was a statement that held so many meanings.

He wanted to let you know that he will not allow you to leave him so there is no use to argue otherwise. It was also telling you that he would sacrifice anyone on this ship before he would let anything happen to you. And even then, even if the ship crashes he will make sure you'll live.

It should have scared you. This intensity of attachment, this uncaring attitude towards anyone else, the darkness in him. And maybe it did, in the beginning, but not anymore.

"Always so stubborn." You reach up to caress his cheek and he rewards you with a faint smile that almost reaches his eyes.

Aleksander bends down at an awkward angle and rests his forehead on yours, returning the affectionate touches.

"You promised me forever." He murmurs against your lips before giving you a feather-light kiss.

He can be soft for you and you'd like to think you could change him for the better but you also have no illusions about how being with him changed you. Forever is a long time to figure out the rest of your issues, as infinite as that sound, it is also full of uncertainty but you are not afraid, not with him by your side.

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Kaz: tried changing my password to “Inej” but it said it was too short

Inej: *short girl fury*

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