⎯ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆
❝ The world will burn
and I with it ❞
𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 a runaway princess hides
in ketterdam longing for a new home
or
𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 graciela lantsov meets
kaz brekker and join...
trigger warning: attempted sexual assault but he doesn't actually do anything.
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The Art of Uncontrollable Flames
❝ Her flaming dance of power had now turned into one of danger. ❞
Graciela hated being tasked to do things.
In Ravka she was used to having her maids do everything needed, she had never even touched a broom. When she first ran away she knew not to expect any good treatment from anyone and she learned how to fend for herself. But the one thing Graciela still hated was having people tell her what to do.
So when Kaz told her to go out and buy some supplies hours before their trip she refused.
No one ever refuses Kaz Brekker.
But of course with a bit of threatening and a reminder that she's currently wanted she gave in.
When Graciela finally came back with all the supplies needed tucked away in her bag she did not expect to see dead bodies nearby and she certainly did not expect for their boat explode.
"Head to berth twenty-two!" Kaz shouted just as members from several rival gangs had come out of their hiding spots. They were severely outnumbered.
Graciela went off in a run but as she turned she felt arms grab her. She started moving in his grasp attempting to break free but with no luck. They found a place nearby with carts to hide them from view. He shoved her into a wall, planting his legs on either side of her pinning her stuck and gazed at her as if he were starving.
He was a big guy with dark hair and an awful looking face. Graciela noticed the Black Tips tattoo resting on his shoulder.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing with a couple of crows?" He twirled a piece of her tailored hair licking his lips. Graciela felt like throwing up. She didn't answer but the man didn't care.
"You know I should kill you," he grabbed her chin lifting it up so that she looked at him and lightly brushed her cheek. "But you're just too pretty." He slid his hands down to her waist. He got down to her shirt and just as he was about to take it off Graciela spoke.
"That was your mistake to make."
Graciela kneed him, making him stumble back and giving her a chance to flee.
"You bitch!"
Her eyes flared. "Don't you dare call me names when you use women for your advantage, you foul bastard." She could feel the fire in her hand trailing down encircling the man in a pit of fire.
It twirled around dancing a dangerous dance. The flames of red and orange come from the depths of hell, giving him a taste of where he shall go.
His screams can be heard from miles away, to many it may sound of agonizing pain but Graciela knew the truth. It was a melody that the deserving hear when they feel the torture they have caused.
