Wow, You Wrote That Super Fast! And I Love That You Used Little Shop Of Horrors For The Play; Its Quite

Wow, you wrote that super fast! And I love that you used Little Shop of Horrors for the play; it’s quite literally one of my favorites, and probably my favorite musical (except maybe the SpongeBob Musical). It’s exactly what I was hoping for and I really appreciate it! I’ll probably end up sending you another request at some point (maybe even today if I think of one and you can get to it whenever you feel like it), so sorry in advance😅

Thanks again for writing that, and I’ll definitely be checking out your blog some more; have a great day :)

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P.S. do you roleplay by chance? If so, would you mind if I shot you a message? Thanks :)

I’m glad you liked it, send in as many as you want. Sadly I don’t rp, but I hope you enjoy my writings.

PSA for Moon Helios

For all those who read Moon Helios I would like to say this. Y/n is not the greatest person. She’s morally grey at best and she’s not the most merciful soul. She is a trained soldier from the moment she was eight, (There will be a flash back in the next chapter.) She is a broken person who has a strong heart. Her fury gets the better of her and she’s down right cruel to people sometimes. As the story continues u would like to note that she does some questionable things. One of the reasons Aleksander falls so madly in love with her (eventually) is because they are so alike in nature. However Y/n is not the monster she sees herself as. I just wanted it to be stated before any continues to read because their will be many trigger warnings for many of the things Y/n does. Personally I quite like a darker!reader but that is not to everyone’s taste. However I do hope you enjoy the next chapter coming out soon.

Working on requests

I’m working on everyone’s lovely requests currently. Should be out this and next week!!!

You don’t have request for the Darkling? Let me fix that (:

Someone wants to hurt Alek by kidnaping the reader so, Alek saves her and he’s mad AF

Touch her and die

a/n: I love writing over protective partners and stuff so I loved this. Also reader is a bit chaotic cause why not. Also made reader a Tidemaker.

Warning: kidnapping, language, blood, grisha hate, kinda bratty reader? Aleks goes psycho mode, injuries, drüskelle, mentions of Aleks and readers age gap

Aleksander Morozova x fem! Reader

It was an unspoken rule for all grisha, for all ravka, for everyone to not hurt his lover. It was no great secret that the Darkling, the Black general himself was absolutely smitten by his favorite Tidemaker. With her pretty e/c eyes and a pout on her rose colored lips she could get anything she wanted from her general.

His Tidemaker had grown up in a village boardering Fjerda, so grisha testers weren’t common to go there. In secret her older brother, also a Tidemaker taught her the ways of the grisha. Unfortunately a little ways after her nineteenth birthday drüskelle invaded her village and he brother died saving her life.

She ran through the thick forests of ravka with no idea where to go as they chased her when he appeared. His shadows cut through the drüskelle and not long after that the darkling infatuation with his Tidemaker became apparent.

Now his Tidemaker strut into the meeting he conducted, she was late. She walked right up to his side with a smile and adjusted some of the toy soldiers as he spoke. Then she walked right over to Zoya, who shock her head at her friend’s brazenness.

“You’re late, L/n.” Zoya muttered as she drew over the Ravkan maps. Y/n giggled softly as he began to help Zoya. Aleksander would glance back over at the pair every so offten. His Tidemaker clad in a black kefta with teal embroidery. He loved that she so proudly wore his color.

Her and Zoya began to giggle about something, probably a comment she’d made when one of the king advisors cleared his throat.

“Miss L/n have you something to add?” He asked cutting off the girls chatter. The room went quiet as she went stiff. Ivan and Fedyor shared a quick look as their generals eyes darkened. His tone was snobbish and rather rude.

He spoke as if he was better than she was, and it made her almost want to laugh as she turned. Slowly she made it back to the main table with the toy soldiers, this was a different plan than the one she’d just arranged. It was horrible and would lead to the deaths of many grisha.

Y/n would not sacrifice her soldiers when she could do better. Quickly she fixed up the arrangement with an empty look, Aleksander watched her in awe. As she finished she turned to the advisor with the same snobbish looked he’d given her.

“It seems you needed some assistance, don’t worry sir for I will always be there to fix the mistakes.” Y/n mocked as she bowed her head slightly. Aleksander chuckled slightly and moved a stray hair behind her ear. Such an open act of affection for his Tidemaker was nothing new, but for him to do it after she’d humiliated one of the king’s advisor was a risky move.

“Although Miss L/n was late she has fixed this plan to ensure the safety of all the grisha going into this battle. For that I am most grateful.” He amused as he stared at her. She smiled cheekily as she returned to Zoya’s side, a confident sway to her hips.

This was the last time Aleksander had seen her that day.

……………………

It was no secret that the darkling had a great many enemies, but as the fist collided with her face for the hundredth time, Y/n was growing tired. The kings advisor, whatever his name was had hired drüskelle of all people to kidnap her.

Of course her hands were bound apart and she was tied to the chair. She was surprised they hadn’t just killed her but she didn’t care. She was growing bored of all the punches. Her face was bruised, the right side more then the left, her lip busted, and she was sure at least one of her ribs were broken.

“It’s not to late to get me go you know.” She mumbled as she dropped her head back. Her hands quietly attempting to undo her cuffs.

“Drüsje your pleading for your life will not work.” The tallest announced. She sighed softly, he would come for her. If she was dead by the time he found her she knew all of Fjerda would pay.

“It would just be in your best interest.”

They all laughed and she joined in. Let them laugh, it’ll probably be the last time they do. She though softly.

“We will end you, and then we will break the darkling.” Y/n nodded softly at there words as they smashed their fist into her side. She groaned as she felt a rib snap.

“Then kill me, what is it you are afraid of?” Y/n taunted. They all froze, one of them brought there axe dangerously close to her neck.

“Will you not beg for your life?”

“Take it if it pleases you. It is not me who suffers when I’m gone.” They didn’t know what to say to that. They had heard the talks of the darkling whore. How she could boil the blood, pull the water from your body, freeze your nerves. But the women in front of them didn’t look the dangerous type.

“You aren’t the confident whore of the darkling we’ve heard tales of. You are just his pet he plays with from time to time.” Her face hardened at those words. She was not dressed in his color to be watered down to a simple whore. She smiled charming as she began to un click the cuffs.

“Most women aren’t as crude as you, they are modest.” Y/n giggled softly. She saw the shadows begin to move.

“Unfortunately for everyone I will keep doing whatever the fuck I want.”

Y/n snapped her cuffs and rolled her chair causing it to hut the ground. The shadows form into the cut and swore through the air above her. The shadows surrounded her till the familiar frame of her Sasha towered over her.

“Would mind untying these ropes?” Y/n uttered softly slumping against the grounds, her confident persona gone. The ropes were off and Aleksander pulled his Tidemaker to her feet. His hand clutched her face as he brought her in for a messy and passionate kiss.

She moaned softly into the kiss as he held her face. His hands slowly began to trail down and she pulled away with a wince.

“What is it?” Aleksander whispered as she clung to him.

“I think they broke a few ribs.” She whined as she lean into his frame for support. From the outside of the cabin she heard a few grunts, a scream or two and then silence. Aleksander placed his cloak around her shoulder in hopes of warming her.

“My healers will attend to you when we get back.” He placed a kiss to her head and began to pepper her hairline with kisses. The fear was evident in his eyes at her body. His eyes scanned her bruised face and body, her busted lip, the blood dripping down the side of her arm.

He hated that she’d gotten hurt so badly before he could save her. By the looks of her cuffs she was half way there in her own. With a slight waddle she made it to the door, with protest from her lover she pushed them opens, her jaw hit the ground.

Blood and carnage surround the cabin where she was kept. She limped her way through the bodies as Aleksander trailed behind her. Ivan, Fedyor, Zoya, and the twins were there.

“What happened out here?”

No one answered as Zoya hugged Y/n, attempting and failing to be cautious of her ribs. Aleksander pulled Y/n away after allowing Zoya to hug her, he didn’t want her to far.

“I thought they’d killed you… I lost my temper.” Aleksander admitted as he picked Y/n into his arms. Y/n stared at him for a moment.

“If this is what you do when you’re out of control, I’d hate to see what you do when you are.” Fedyor laughed softly as Ivan swatted at his husband. Y/n’s words were true. There wasn’t a thing in the world there general wouldn’t do for his precious Tidemaker.

Can you write a Darkling x reader fic where reader (who is his wife for thousands of years and he cannot live without) is accidentally hurt by his nichevo'ya. Angsty where Aleksander is really guilty and scared he lost the only person he loves, maybe some comfort from reader as well?

Scars

a/n : I heart angst so much, it’s angst with a happy end cause I heart that ❤️❤️❤️. Reader is a Tidemaker.

Warnings: nichevo’ya attack on reader, blood, Alina hate, guilty Aleks, mentions of reader having an abusive home life

Aleksander Morozova x fem! Reader

Aleksander stood froze staring at his wife’s blood on his hands. His darling wife, the one who’d stayed by his side through it all. Through all years, hundreds of years surviving together and he’d…. he’d hurt her. He stared at his wife’s form as she slept on there bed. He hadn’t meant to.. he thought they’d leave her alone.

Aleksander stood in his room after a coughing fit. Y/n walked in and gently grabbed his shoulder, in hopes of comforting him when the nichevo’ya appeared. They thought that his sweet wife had cause him pain. They dug its claws into her side.

“No! No! Not her!” He yelled but it was too late. They had thrown her across the room, her blood pouring into the carpets. Aleksander rushed to her, grasping her into his arms.

He cradled her as her eyes weld up with tears. He held her face as he apologized over and over. His dark irises soon flooded with tears as he called for a healer. Fruzsi ran in and gasped at all the blood surrounding the pair.

Healers rushed into the room and Aleksander brought her to there bed. He watched with worry in his eyes, he watched with fear as they healed her. His grisha had never seen such fear in his eyes, not when they were being attack by Alina, not when he was freeing other grisha, never had they seen such fear in his eyes.

The healers worked quickly to heal their Generals wife and the most powerful Tidemaker. Fruzsi watched as the healers finished with uncertain looks at each other. They whispered in her ear, words that made her shudder.

“She’s weak and has lost a lot of blood, she might not make it through the night.” The healer mumbled. Fruzsi shock her head fiercely, Y/n was strong, she’d been her mentor, her friend for years. Unfortunately for them all their General caught their curt and quiet whispers.

No, this would not take his wife- Aleksander would try to reason. His wife was stronger than she gave herself credit for. She’d survived hundreds of years by his side through endless battles. He couldn’t be the cause of his beloveds death, he couldn’t be.

“Not her, never her.” Aleksander mumbled to low for any to hear but himself. And his nichevo’ya. They were to never touch her.

Aleksander sat in his wooden chair staring down at his hands in horror. He swore to never touch her, never hurt her. It was in his vows he’d made hundreds of years ago when they were young. He swore when they married in that tiny ceremony, just them and the minster that he’d never lay a hand on her like her father, her mother.

Now she laid possible dying because he’d failed to control his own nichevo’ya. Y/n had never been fearful of his shadow monsters, they were a part of him so naturally, his sweet Y/n loves them as she loves him. A soft rustling on there bed caused Aleksander to look up, Y/n’s eyes were open, just barely.

“Darling!” He reach to grasp her hand but stopped. His hand was still covered in her blood. Weakly he watched Y/n reach for him, he wiped his hand in his kefta and gently took her hand in his. The bed dipped slightly as he sat next to her frame, Y/n hazily squeezed his hand.

With his free hand he held her face. She nuzzled in the warm he provided her, the safety. Her eyes blinked slightly as she tried to sit up.

“Sasha…?” She muttered softly as he gently pushed her down.

“Don’t, you’re still injured and still weak.” His voice cracked with pain as he spoke. Y/n grasped at his scared face and pull him down with all the might she could muster. Aleksander rest his forehead against hers as he listened to her soft breathing. “Sasha… I’m okay.” Y/n promised, Aleksander scoffed. He could practically see the lie, her lip was tight, her nose ever so scrunched. She was in pain and he knew it.

“No you’re not Y/n. You’re not okay and it’s my fault- I’m so sorry.” Y/n couldn’t remember that last time he used her name. She’d grown so accustomed to the pet names he’d use.

“It okay.. I’m okay.”

“No! No you’re not and it’s all my fault!”

“I will be okay.” Aleksander sighed softly. No matter what he did she wouldn’t care. Deep down he knew she was far too good for him. He was a monster and she… she was the ocean strong and beautiful. Still he feared one day she would realize how much better she deserved.

“Sasha? Lay down with me please.” Y/n mumbled. Aleksander shock his head.

“No absolutely not love, I’m not going to do that right now.” Y/n shot him a glare.

“I meant cuddle you dirty minded old man.” Aleksander laughed gently and kiss her forehead. He slowly laid next to her, not wanted to injure his beloved further. With an annoyed huff Y/n slowly and with a grimace moved onto his body. Aleksander instinctively wrapped his arms gently around her, bringing her closer to him.

“Sasha? Please don’t worry too much. I’ll be okay.” Y/n promised as she drifted to sleep. Aleksander laid awake for much longer as he monitored her.

“I promise, you will be.”

Hello, I was the one who sent the request about king!sirius having many concubines. I really like your writing on it, and it fits my imagination🥺🫶🏻.

If possible, I would like to ask for another request. This time it's about Matteo Riddle. Mattheo was told to remarry by his father, Tom, because his wife had not produced a son. Even though his wife never gave birth to a son, Mattheo had a daughter who was already a teenager. When told to remarry, Mattheo immediately became angry with his father, because he only loved his wife, and insisted that his daughter was his heir. Mattheo will 'eliminate' anyone who dares to 'remove' his daughter from her status and right as heir.

By the way, may I be 🩰 Anon

A Fathers Love

a/n : Hope you enjoy, but what is an anon? I’m relatively new to all this. Also I changed the daughter from a teen to like 12.

Warnings : period misogyny, almost deadly child birth and pregnancy, allusion to smut, allusions to Reader having a more fragile body, Mattheo and Reader having an arranged marriage

Anon 🩰

Royal au

Matthew Riddle x Fem! Reader

Mattheo had never thought he’d glared so fiercely before. His father, Tom Riddle, the one who usurped the throne for his great grandfather, now know as King Voldemort stared down at him with mild interest. Mattheo his only heir had one child. That child was the Princess Morgana.

Mattheo and his wife, the Lady Y/n Riddle had one child. Lady Y/n’s body wasn’t meant for such strenuous things. With how bad her pregnancy was they assumed that her child would be a boy.

After a long and difficult labor, Y/n battling for her and her child’s life, Morgana was born. Y/n’s recovery was a long and challenging journey, her healer informed her it would be against her if she bore another child. Y/n would stay up late at night with her darling daughter in her arms, fearful her father would wish her a boy.

But Mattheo doted on his daughter every chance he could. He sat with her in the darkness of her room to “protect” her from monsters. He’d duel with wooden swords with her. He loved his beautiful Y/n for gifting him with such a wonderful child.

The King Voldemort however was not pleased. The women he chose to be his sons bride was worthless. She hadn’t provided a male heir, she had failed at her one job as his son’s wife. So he found a solution.

“Are you being serious Father?” Mattheo’s voice rang through the throne room. His father’s advisors turned away, not wanting to face the princes wrath.

“Lady Daphne would make an excellent wife, she would give you sons.” Mattheo’s eyes raged with fury at his father’s words. How dare he! He had no right.

“I have no need for sons, I have my heir!” Mattheo voiced his tone bordering a scream. Voldemort rolled his snake eyes and shrugged.

“You have a daughter, a girl unfit to rule.”

“My daughter is my heir!”

The room went dead silent. It was unheard of for a father to allow his daughter to be his heir. Mattheo remembered every moment from his daughter creation to now. Mattheo didn’t make love to Y/n on the night of there marriage. He wanted her love before he force a child into her.

For months the pair grew their relationship, and then they decided they wanted a child. Mattheo was fearful, he knew his wife well enough to see her lose her breath so easily, to see her fatigue in the cold.

When both Y/n and Morgana survived, Mattheo made a vow. That for his wife’s hard labor his child would sit his throne. His daughter would be queen one day. Morgana grew to be a mommy’s girl with no doubt in his mind. Although Morgana looked and acted so similar to Mattheo, she was never far from her mothers side.

“I will not remarry, my wife is very much alive!” Mattheo roared. Voldemort stood from his throne as Matthe stepped forward.

“I’m saying divorce your wife, send Morgana away with her and give this kingdom a true heir!” Mattheo froze on the spot. Leave Y/n… leave Morgana. Mattheo didn’t allow another word and quickly left the room. He ignored his fathers shouts for him as he marched outside.

Mattheo walked outside and saw them. His darling wife and daughter played in the meadow around the castle. Y/n sat braiding flowers into a crown as Morgana chased a butterfly. Y/n’s green dress blended into the greenery around her. Morgana’s silver dress sparkled brightly as she chased the orange butterfly.

Mattheo slowly walked over to Y/n and tackled her into the ground. Y/n shrieked in surprise as Mattheo began to litter kisses all over her neck and face.

“Mattheo!”Y/ n squealed happily. Mattheo brought his wife into his lap holding gently onto her waist. Mattheo stared into Y/n’s dazzling e/c eyes. Y/n stared at her husbands face for a while, she gently cupped his cheek.

“What’s wrong my love, you’re troubled.” Mattheo leaned into her touch. Her hands were so delicate.

“I am fine darling, I promise.” Y/n nodded softly deciding not to pry. She placed the flower crown on his head with a smile.

“Papa! Mama! Look what I’ve caught!” Morgana yelled as she plopped down next to her mother. Y/n gently brought Morgana closer and placed a crown on her head.

“What is it Morgana?” Morgana’s hands slowly opened to reveal the orange butterfly in her hands. The butterfly crawled into Y/n’s outreached hand. There was a small tear in its wing.

“Can you fix him Mama?” Y/n giggled softly.

“How do you know he’s a he?”

Morgana pouted softly, her brows furring. She nuzzled into Y/n and she placed her mother’s crown on her head.

“Yes I can fix him.” Y/n’s hands began to glow softly. The butterfly began to glow, then his wing was perfectly clear. The butterfly flew away quickly and Morgana stared at it in awe. Mattheo stared at his lovely little family.

“My daughter will be queen, I will make sure of that, no one will challenge you my darling.” Mattheo thought as he stared at his daughter.