Ele chegou perto, perigosamente perto, passando as próximas palavras diretamente de sua língua para a dela: "Seu destino era ser meu equilíbrio, Alina. Seja ao menos por um momento" E ela cedeu. *final alternativo para a cena em que o Darkling conta seu verdadeiro nome a Alina.* ONESHOT
When one is dying they tend to relive their biggest regrets. In this case her regrets manifest as a physical being.
Weeks after the darklings death Alina has become hopeful that he faked his death. She has left everyone she had once believed to love in search for the man she had fallen for and nothing will stop her. Not even death as it's a constant shadow trying to take hold of her with every step she takes. Alina will do anything...
They've been together for - too long, he supposes. Through royalty and revolutions and centuries. Sometimes they go apart from each other, but not for long: never for long. There's a pull between the two, and Aleksander likes to follow it. Sometimes.
He touched her shoulder as if he owned her, and Alina snapped her teeth at the Darkling, as if she was a rabid dog, and it just made him smile.
An expansion of the time Alina spent on Nikolai's ship in Siege & Storm, featuring a sexual encounter between the Darkling and Alina. Please be warned that this story features dubious consent. Alina is not very excited about what happens between them. I have an idea for a continuation of this, just another chapter, bu...
At the end of Ruin & Rising, Alina agrees to cooperate with the Darkling in order to keep her friends alive. A year has since passed. Slowly, she comes to realize her true potential, and slowly, she starts to understand him. What would happen if she were to take the throne by his side? (SMUT)
I looked into Mal's eyes-his familiar blue eyes that I knew even better than my own. Except they weren't blue. In the dying lamplight, they glimmered quartz gray. He smiled then, a cold, clever smile like none I'd ever seen on his lips. "I missed you too, Alina." Instead of responding with fear, Alina responds with an...
Alina stared at the Darkling, looking at her hands and then back at him. There was still blood underneath her nails. Alina couldn't remember when it had gotten there.
When she lights up the room, you know your downfall has started. Show canon, 2nd person POV.
The knife sank into his body, and Alina regretted it almost immediately. She tried to stop the flow of blood, but by the way it spurts out in coughs, Alina knew that she hit true. Her hands stained red, so red it seemed like they never had been another color; vaguely, she wondered if cleaning them would ever get them...
