The Allure Of Darkness | The Darkling

the allure of darkness | the darkling

The line between good and bad has blurred for her. Her every thought now is him; his gentle touch and hungry kiss, his whispered confessions in the dark. All she can think about is the both of them, stronger and more powerful than anything together.

word count: 4k

pairing: The Darkling x Sun Summoner!female reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ content, fxm unprotected sex, slight sub/dom dynamics (sub!reader), use of his real name, mentions of food and alcohol

a/n: honestly, just a couple of *lovesick* idiots getting down and dirty with a corruption arc for the reader, because what is hotter than being evil together? absolutely nothing. also, I have to say: I’m not excusing his actions, but this is *fiction* (and I do have a soft spot for the villains) so I had a bit of fun letting my mind run free with this. it’s all in good fun. p.s. this is on ao3 as a darklina fic if you’d rather read that!

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The birth of legends

Shadow & Bone Appreciation Week 🌹 Day Three: Favorite Scene

↳  01.08 NO MOURNERS

OP THOUGHTS: This moment between Inej and Alina was the cement I needed to link the two series together. It was a believer ― a girl raised on religion that held so steadfast to it, who would only go against it for her friends and was now warring with it in her mind ― that had met and given her hand for a true Saint. It was a girl ― raised as an orphan, belittled and broken down, knowing only one friend and no purpose ― that overcame her own self doubts and fears to become a legend and and a powerful ray of hope for so many. A Sun Summoner and her newest Soldier, hand in hand okay I’m emotional now. 

the vampire diaries rewatch — season one, episode one: pilot.

Dear Diary, I made it through the day. I must have said “I’m fine, thanks” at least 37 times. And I didn’t mean it once. But no one noticed. When someone asks “How are you?”, they really don’t want an answer.

Friendship goals.

MAL ORETSEV & ALINA STARKOV Shadow and Bone | 1.01

Fool

kaz brekker x reader - fool

summary/request: “heyyyyy!! can i request a kaz imagine with the only one bed trope? like just kaz and the reader went on a mission because they were the best suited for the job and the rest of the crew wasn’t needed and then things go wrong and they have to find a place to sleep but there’s only one bed? and they’re forced to share because the reader is injured and kaz’s leg is causing him a lot of discomfort. and like they don’t even have to be touching but the close proximity is rly intense and they kind of confess their feelings. Thank you!!!! 💐”

warnings: violence, bruises, kaz giving in to his pining ;)

word count: 2.4k

A/N: I’m a TOTAL sucker for the one bed trope so I had so much fun with this one. When I read this request I was soooo thrilled! I listened to Experience by Ludovico Einaudi so listen for the full effect. :)

“I’m sorry, but we only have one room available.” The elderly innkeeper responded, his eyes anxiously flitting between the two people before him.

Kaz was sure they looked like a wreck. Y/N and Kaz were both exhausted and beaten down, worn out from a heist that nearly failed. A raw ache spread through Kaz’s leg in waves, making him tightly clench his jaw. Y/N, standing behind, wasn’t in good shape either. She kept both hands tightly clenched around her stomach and occasionally winced with pain. They were both drenched to the bone thanks to the torrential downpour outside. A duo of drowned gutter rats.

“Feel free to look around for other options, there are other inns nearby.”

Kaz snapped in response, “Already checked. We’ll take the room.”

With a grin, the innkeeper turned away to fish a silver key out of a cluttered drawer. Kaz pulled a wad of kruge out of his pocket and handed it over. In return, the silver key was dropped in his outstretched palm. The innkeeper hastily turned away to joyfully count his new acquisition.

Kaz flipped the key over in his palm, his stomach flipping with nerves in tandem. He hadn’t shared a room with anyone, not since Jordie. The thought of being so close made him nearly keel over with nausea. As much as the idea sounded awful, it sounded somewhat tolerable when Y/N was in the picture. At least it’s her, Kaz thought.

He motioned towards the staircase with a nod and Y/N obediently followed behind him. Together they climbed the rickety staircase, each step renewing the pain in his leg. Walking down the hallway, Kaz’s eyes carefully scanned the bronze plaques outside of each room. Y/N trailed behind Kaz, pushing the strap of the bag that contained their belongings up farther onto her shoulder.

“This is not the best place.” Y/N mumbled, her eyes focusing on the cobwebs hanging from the ceiling.

“Could be worse.” Kaz sternly responded, pausing in front of the door that displayed “Nine”.

“Oh yes, we could have gone with your original idea of sleeping in a barn.”

Y/N’s voice imitated the anger it previously held when Kaz first threw out that idea. They’d been running through the streets, trying to desperately find shelter. The original plan had been to board a ship bound for Ketterdam, but that ship was now indefinitely delayed due to the storm.

Kaz smiled slightly at her tone as he slipped the key into the lock and opened the door. The dark oak door swung open, revealing a cozy little room. An empty fireplace was stationed at one wall, directly across was a small door leading to a bathroom. And there in the middle was one bed. Things just got a whole lot worse.

Unfazed with their sleeping arrangements, Y/N slipped past him and into the room, allowing their bag to fall to the wooden floor with a thud. She shrugged off her soggy woolen coat with a relieved sigh. Cautiously, Kaz stepped into the room and let the door creak closed behind him. The room suddenly felt even smaller, it was smothering.

Y/N’s every movement made Kaz want to jump out of his skin. They’d been close, closer than what friends were supposed to be. He’d viewed her as more than just a Crow for quite a long time. Every laugh and smile she’d directed at the boy had been etched into his mind. But those feelings were vehemently pushed away, back into the deepest part of Kaz’s mind. He couldn’t afford to let his feelings dictate his actions.

Kaz gulped and began to shrug off his coat as Y/N sat down in a chair, slipping out of her boots. Her damp hair fell down, beautifully framing her face. Even in her state of exhaustion and pain, Kaz still thought she looked stunning. Y/N glanced up, her eyes meeting Kaz’s, catching him red handed in the act. Diverting his gaze, Kaz cleared his throat and moved quickly to hang up both their coats on a rack.

Y/N dug through their bag and tossed a clean change of clothes to Kaz. He caught the black articles of clothing and ran his gloved fingers over the hem of the shirt. Black - their mutual unofficial dress code. The other Dregs preferred unusual colors and eye catching patterns. Y/N hadn’t ever been like that. When she joined the crew, she took right after Kaz - dressing in all black in a respectable manner.

Kaz gulped and turned towards the bathroom. The silence between them was palpable, filled with the tension of unsaid feelings.

“I’ll take the bathroom.” Kaz stated simply, stepping into the bathroom and quickly closing the door behind him.

Letting out a deep breath, he ran his eyes over his reflection in the large mirror. To put it simply, he looked terrible. Dark bags hung under his eyes, contrasting sharply against his unhealthily pale skin. Light purple bruises were scattered across his face and he was sure they only got larger and darker underneath his shirt. Carefully, he stripped out of his gloves and delicately laid them on the countertop. Even with pain flooding his body, his mind stubbornly kept wandering back to her.

Kaz’s mind raced as he replayed the moments from their heist. The intelligence he had received about the guard’s rounds had been wildly inaccurate. Faintly, Kaz could still feel the sensation of the panic that had surged through his body when they had been cornered. Lacking guns, the guards quickly resorted to brute force to punish the thieves. Kaz still wasn’t sure what had come over him in the moment, but he’d begged. Begged them to spare her and take their wrath out on him. Y/N’s shrill scream, raw with anguish, echoed through his mind. She’d been furious, wildly struggling against the guard that held her back as Kaz paid for his mistake.

As he took off his vest and unbuttoned his shirt, he realized he was terrified that she knew exactly how much he really cared. He saw it in her wide, fear-filled eyes when he was on his knees before her, taking the punches and kicks with an air of courage. An even scarier thought was that he knew how much she cared. The emotions that had flashed through her eyes were not one of a concerned friend, it was something more.

Letting his wet black shirt drop to the floor, he gripped the countertops so tightly that his knuckles turned a ghostly white. Staring into his own eyes, he dove into the dark sea of his feelings, desperately trying to work out precisely what he was feeling. Everything was so confusing, his mind trying to pull two ways. Love was foolish, but Saints, did loving her feel so good. He was so tired of fighting off his feelings, constantly pushing the girl away. She was right here with him.

“Kaz?” Y/N’s voice paired with a soft knock against the closed door.

Startled, Kaz’s heart skipped a beat as he fumbled for the words to say, “Just… give me a moment.”

Dragging his hands over his face, Kaz pulled himself back to reality. His gaze roamed the reflection of his torso in the mirror, the black and blue mottling of bruises decorated his entire chest and abdomen. Quickly, Kaz changed into the dry set of pants Y/N had handed him. With a shaky hand, Kaz opened the bathroom door and strode out, the clean shirt hanging from his hand.

Without looking at Y/N, he hurried over to where she’d dropped their bag. Rifling through its contents, he pulled out a little tin of cream. Matthias had gifted it to him - some ointment the Fjerdan drüskelle had concocted for treating bruises. He could feel Y/N’s gaze roaming his back as he crossed the room and stood in front of a little mirror hanging on the wall. In the reflection, he could see Y/N sitting cross legged on the bed in her fresh clothes, a simple cotton shirt and shorts.

Clenching his jaw, Kaz turned his gaze away and opened the silver tin. Dipping in two bare fingers, he began to slather it over his torso. His touch was feather light, just barely ghosting over the sensitive bruising.

“You didn’t need to do that.”

Y/N’s voice made Kaz’s hand jump, his heart rate spiking right along with it. His chest felt tight as he continued the process of working the cream into his bruises.

“Do what?”

The girl paused for a second, her eyes still taking in Kaz’s form, before stammering out, “Protect me.”

Kaz drew in a deep ragged breath and his ribcage felt like it might snap under the pressure. Everything felt so hazy as he slowly turned around to face the girl.

“I screwed up. I built my plans upon a foundation of faulty information. You didn’t deserve to pay for my mistakes.” Kaz clenched his jaw after he finished his statement.

Y/N stared at him, seemingly with nothing more to say. Kaz slid the lid back onto the tin. He could feel the tickling tingle of the ointment working on his bruises.

“How bad are your bruises?” Slowly, he walked over to the bed and held out the tin to her.

“Nothing like yours.” Y/N responded, her voice barely above a whisper as her gaze scanned his chest.

“That’s not what I asked.”

Tension was thick in the air as Y/N slid off the bed and raised her shirt. Bruises were spread across her side. Nothing like Kaz’s, that much was true, but still severe. Kaz’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at the girl before him. Y/N reached out and grabbed the tin from Kaz’s outstretched hand. Their skin just barely brushing, her fingertips against his palm, set Kaz’s heart ablaze. It rapidly thumped in his chest, causing breath to leave his lungs.

The girl gave him a slight smile before working on applying the salve to her own bruises. Kaz’s gaze intensely followed her fingers. It was almost shocking how easily his brain just switched off, forgetting to worry about what he was doing. He just softly stared at her, absentmindedly taking in every small detail. Kaz was certain there was no one that could ever compare.

His gaze broke when the girl dropped her shirt back down, their eyes snapping up to meet each other’s. Y/N softly tossed the tin back into their open bag. Running a hand through his damp hair, Kaz sharply turned away and pulled a pillow and blanket off the bed.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked, her voice laced with concern.

“I’m taking the floor.” Crouching down, Kaz went to work preparing his bed for the night.

“No, no. You’re injured for Saints sake Kaz.”

“I’m fine.”

“Seriously. You can hardly walk, don’t think I haven’t noticed how much worse your leg’s gotten.” Y/N marched over to Kaz and jerked the pillow out of his hands, “We’re not kids, we can share the bed.”

Kaz gulped and stiffly nodded. The thought of laying next to her sent his brain into a flurry. Shamelessly, he watched her as she pulled back the heavy bed covers and set their pillows a foot apart. As she climbed into the bed, he roughly pulled the dry black shirt on. The less chance there is of skin contact, the better, Kaz reasoned. For a second, he thought of retrieving his gloves from the bathroom, his second skin. But when he saw Y/N settle into bed, tucking herself underneath the large cozy covers, Kaz decided he needed to not need them.

Kaz’s hands lightly trembled as he slipped into bed, pulling the covers up over his chest. The blankets were warm, inviting him in from the chilly cold and rain of the outdoors. Closing his eyes, he hoped the girl couldn’t hear his heart erratically beating. Beside him, he could feel the covers shift as Y/N rolled over onto her side, now facing him. Her eyes slowly roamed his face, hovering momentarily over each little bruise. Kaz opened his eyes and tilted his head so their gazes met.

The intimacy of the moment sent a wave of lightheadedness through Kaz. She was so close. He could feel her warm breath fanning out over his face. The moonlight that crept in through the window perfectly accented the high points of her face. The soft blue glow complimented her eyes that shone so bright in the darkness. Everything about her sent Kaz’s mind reeling, as though he were a schoolboy thinking about his first crush. To put it simply, each moment, each lingering gaze shared between the two was intense.

A small smile played upon Y/N’s lips as she whispered, “What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

Kaz’s lips quirked. She always had him figured out, knew him like the back of her own hand. There was no use hiding anything from her, she was capable of luring out the truth no matter how deep he buried it.

He answered honestly, laying his heart out on the line for the first time, “I’m thinking about you.”

The girl’s breathing faltered, catching in her throat, “W-what?”

“You heard me correctly,” Kaz insisted, his eyes flickering all over her face, “You are always on my mind.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, shock taking over her features. Kaz desperately tried to regulate his breathing and heart rate. Yet the girl’s eyes flickering down to his lips made that task impossible. He simply couldn’t control himself when it came to her.

“Kaz?”

“Yes?”

“I’m in love with you.” Y/N’s voice was breathy, barely audible.

Kaz smiled softly at her and his hands slowly reached forward. He needed it, to feel her, to touch her. Softly reaching out, he trailed his fingertips down the side of her face. The feeling of her skin sent a shock through Kaz’s entire body. The feeling was disgusting yet so right.

“I’m in love with you too.”

At his words, a grin spread across Y/N’s face and Kaz couldn’t help but smile as well. If he could remember only one moment for the rest of his life, it’d be this right here - Y/N smiling up at him, her gorgeous face filled with glee.

Kaz Brekker decided right there that he was a complete and utter fool for Y/N L/N.

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Shadow and Bone 1.08 | No Mourners