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Always

Moon Helios

a/n if children fighting isn’t your jam READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. You get a sneak peak of Aleksander in this chapter. The font bellow is Shu Han. Enjoy.

ȶɦɨֆ ʄօռȶ ɨֆ ֆɦʊ ɦǟռ Word Count: 2k plus

Series trigger warnings:Child abuse, anxiety, religious trauma, racism, manipulation, division of canon, Alina hate?, trauma, ptsd, bullying, insomnia, self-neglect, mental health issues, guilt tripping, cult theme, blood consumption, cannibalism?? Lost of murder, talks of SA in other characters, Sexual acts, future smut, predatory behavior(not from Aleks) and all other shadow and bone stuff

Act l : Where’s my epic background music

Chapter Three

Y/n stood with her arms crossed and Isla leaning into her shoulder. Niko stood a bit away with some of his friends. Ever since the burning, Niko had left the pair alone for the most part. As Aratha, another Helios master began to instruct them but Y/n payed no mind.

There was a strange humming in her ears. A soft ringing. Y/n moved her head around hoping the sound would be pounder in another direction.

“Starkov, you’re up!” Aratha called. Y/n’s head shot up in confusion. Niko’s vibrations grew closer and Y/n grippedd into Isla. 

“Go, I’ll watch her.” Niko mumbled while holding his arms for Isla. Y/n glares up at him for a moment then sighs. She undos there ribbon and gently guide Isla to Niko. Y/n reached up and grasped the collar of his shirt. 

“Hurt her and I’ll break-“

“Break my jaw? We’ve done this dance before. Go.” 

Y/n signed and squeezed Isla’s hand once more. Then she walked over to Aratha, her body felt strange. Like there was something prickling at the surface. 

“ӄɛɮɮɛռ ready!” Aratha yelled. Her opponent, Hrvatin a friend of Niko’s nodded. Y/n nodded slowly still unsure of what was happening. 

I really need to pay attention more.

“Fight!” Aratha’s voice echoed through the arena. Hrvatin charged at Y/n and she quickly ducked. Hrvatin threw punch after punch and Y/n would sway out of the way.

“What are we meant to be doing!” Y/n yelled as she tumbled away. The other trainees watched anf cheered them on. Hrvatin was being sloppy, his attacks weren’t defined or had any really action behind them.

Niko and Isla face palmed at her inability to pay attention. Isla would feel Y/n’s vibrations everywhere as she moved around.

“PUSH HIM OUT OF THE ARENA!” Niko managed to yell over the crowds. His friends froze when they realized that Niko had helped Y/n. They all shared a look and looked in Niko’s direction.

Other Helios masters began to watched from a balcony above. Egon watched with fondness in his eyes. While Hrvatin’s movements were messy, unfocused and slow Y/n remained opposite. Y/n was fluid and sensitive towards his vibrations.

Kanos glared down at Y/n as she continued. Y/n landed a hard blow on Hrvatin’s stomach. Hrvatin lurched backward and almost out of the arena. Kanos let out an annoyed groan and moved over to Egon.

“Fancy a wager Egon?” Kanos questioned and jabbed Egon’s side. Egon shot Kanos a glance and sighed. 

“If Y/n can bet three other trainees, I’ll give you the shadow armor.” Kanos offered. All the master stifled at the mention of the armor. Egon froze as he watched Y/n. The cheering had grown.

For years Egon had attempted to get the shadow armor from Kanos. No matter what he’d offer it was always no. The shadow armor was legend made real. 

Instead of the normal golden armor Helios’s wore the shadow armor was pure black with its welded steel parts being silver. The shadow armor allowed different abilities than the normal armor. 

Y/n was doing well, well enough that she could win. Egon turned to Kanos with a smile.

“And if Y/n cannot?” Egon asked. Kanos rolled his eyes in hopes Egon wouldn’t realize he hadn’t asked for anything.

“I want the holy cuff.” Kanos said. Egon’s eyes flared and then there was a thud. The masters looked over at Y/n stood victorious. She panted and left the arena. Egon watched as she walked over to Isla and Niko.

She tied the blue ribbon and grabbed Isla away from Niko. Niko remained at the girls side instead of leaving. Egon smirked, he could see the small bond forming between the group. Even if Y/n was still hostile.

“Very well, pick her opponents.” Egon said as he turned to Kanos. A few matches went by and another master spoke up.

“May I suggest you use Kheli, he’s rather strong.” Grhitha spoke up from where she stood. The other shot her confused looks. 

“What is it you think you’ll get out of throwing your child in the mix?” Kanos asked softly. Grhitha shrugged and went to the balcony.

“I want to see how well he fairs against the legendary Y/n Starkov.” She muttered. It was no secret that Egon dotted on Y/n. After all she was his linholmerre. His child. Along with Isla. Y/n and Isla were trained by Egon himself at times.

Egon was the Lord of Helios after all. His linholmerre needed to be the best. Kanos had once been considered for Lord of Helios. Egon and Kanos had trained under the old lord of Helios.

Kanos wanted the holy cuff. It could mean worn under there armor and it would merge into it. The cuff gave access the different kinds of weapons and an advantage over the enemy.

“Kheli Vemra, Zan Ostrowski, and Adam Peev please enter the arena!” Kanos yelled from above. 

Y/n furrowed her brows and looked up at Niko. Zan and Adam were his friends. Kheli was a Suli boy, strong build and tall for his  age. Kheli was still a bit faithful to the Saints instead of just the Sol Saint. 

Isla nudged Y/n’s side and pointed her hands upwards. Both Niko and Y/n looked to the direction of the balcony. Y/n’s sight kicked in and through her mind she watched Egon. 

“Y/n Starkov enter the arena!” Kanos yelled from above. Y/n froze in her spot. She’s already fought, why was she being sent in again. Y/n slowly left there side and entered the arena again. 

Kheli helped Y/n step into the arena. His hand gently grasped hers and he left power in his bones. Kheli let go of her hand end stood at one end of the arena. Zan and Adam shared a glance and stood at the other sides. 

Y/n remained in the middle of the arena, and she looked up. Egon gave her a small smile and nodded his head. Aratha furrowed her brows up at her fellow Helios but one look from Egon made her sigh. 

“ӄɛɮɮɛռ ready!” Aratha yelled. Y/n tried and asks a question but the cheers of the crowd stopped her. 

“FIGHT!” With Aratha’s words the three boys charged at Y/n. She screamed in surprise and dropped to the ground. She tumbled away and Zan attempted to hit her.

She blocked his attacks and wrapped her arm around his waist threw him to the ground. Zan ground and Adam pushed Y/n over. She yelped and rolled backwards. 

Kheli jumped into the air and prepared a punch. Y/n barely dodged and her and Kheli ended up fighting. As she fought he threw boy the Helios masters watched from above.

Grhitha smiled at Kheli, he was doing well. Even when the fight wasn’t fair Kheli fought honorably. The pair battled each other, ignoring the cheered of the crowds. When Kheli would attack Y/n would counter. 

Kheli struggled to hold himself back, anytime his skin would touch Y/n’s he would have a burst of power. Y/n punched his stomach and Kheli lurked backwards. He groaned and soaked his hands together.

Y/n panted and she could feel Zan about to charge at her. A hard fist collided with Y/n’s face and then she felt herself begin thrown in the air. Her body hit the sand of the arena roughly and her body bounced then slammed back down. 

Y/n saw stars for a moment and a loud ringing in her ears. Kheli gasped in shock at what he’d down. The world seems to buzz around her and Egon gripped the edge of the balcony. 

Looks like Kheli is a squaller 

Y/n landed on the ground as her ears rung. Memories flashed through her head as she gasped on the ground. 

Alina, Y/n, and Mal all laid in the meadow field as they hid from grisha testers

Blood covered flowers 

A white stag standing in a snow covered forest

A pair of piercings eyes so dark they looked black peering down at her

Black armor covering her as a strange light admitted from her hands

Rage bubbled under the surface of Y/n’s skin. Again and again she’d been thrown to the ground. Again, and again had they tried to cause her demise. Time and time again she’d bled for them. She’d bled for her Saint time and time again. Every time she’d see the finish line, Kanos would move it. He would challenge her, force her to the ground. Not this time.

Y/n forced herself off the ground. The smell and taste of iron invaded her senses. Blood dripped down her nose and she stood on shaky legs. Y/n coughed and spit out blood onto the sand of the arena. She whipped the blood from her nose and it splattered on the sand.

Kheli’s jaw dropped as Y/n pulled herself up. For a moment he thought his eyes had returned as his sight kicked in. Y/n stood blood drip from her nose, mouth and ears. Her hair was pulled down and flowed freely. 

Zan charged at her and Y/n grabbed his throat before he could get close. His body slammed into the ground and Y/n slammed her fist into Zan’s face over and over. 

Adam rushed over and grabbed around her waits and pushed slammed her into the ground. She threw her head up smashing Adam’s nose. Adam grabbed around Y/n’s neck and felt a surge of power. Fire admitted from his free hand and he gasped. As he was distracted Y/n kicked his crotch. He screamed in pain and doubled over. 

Y/n stood and kicked him over and over till Zan tackled her. Her body soaked against the ground for what seemed to be the hundredth time. The pair rolled over into the sand  and Zan placed his hand over Y/n’s mouth. She bite down into his flesh and ripped. Zan screamed and jumped off her. 

Y/n grabbed Zan by the back of his shirt and kicked him out of the arena. She spit out the chunk of flesh she’d bit off. Zan’s hand shook in pain as he stood from the ground. Adam slowly stood and attempted at attack again but Y/n flipped him onto his back. She kicked him out of the arena. 

Y/n turned to Kheli no defeat in sight. Kheli could only stare in awe at the sight before him. She looked like a Saint. There was a shimmer to her skin that glistened with all the blood. Her knuckles were bloody and bruised, from above them the Helios’s froze. 

As she walked towards him Kheli would swore he could see her eyes. No the cloudy white but a piercing e/c that shot shivers through him. Y/n placed a hand on his shoulder and lightly pushed him out of the arena. 

The cheers stopped for a moment as Y/n panted victorious. Egon sighed in relief as Y/n panted. He would keep the holy cuff and would gain the shadow armor. Kanos sighed in defeat and glared down at both Zan and Adam.

How could they let such a small girl over power them. In his mind he knew how she’d done it. Her rage had fueled her in ever way. Something deep within her had made it so angry. It was as though the Sol Saint had cursed her with such a fire. A fire he’d yet to extinguish. 

Y/n grew dizzy, her body began to sway. Isla felt Y/n’s vibrations begin to shift and buzz. Isla moved away from Niko and moved up the the stairs to the arena. Niko raced behind Isla and called out to her. Egon leaned over the railing as she watched Y/n go deathly pale. 

Isla dove forward as Y/n collapsed toward the ground, Niko gently grasped onto Y/n as her eyes went into the back of her skull. Egon jumped down from the balcony and quickly ran to the trio. Niko laid Y/n down while Isla shook her gently. 

Egon ran to Y/n and picked her up, Grhitha jumped down as well. Her hands clasped together and her movements became fluid. Y/n’s wounds began to heal quickly as Grhitha used her grisha healing abilities on her. 

Images flash through Y/n’s head as her body shook. Spit bubbled and poured out of Y/n’s mouth as she ceased. Her body flared around and Egon turned her on her side. 

𝓨/𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽, 𝓪 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓪. 𝓐 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓰 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓨/𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓾𝓹. 𝓑𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴.

𝓨/𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮’𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮. 𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮’𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶. 𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼

𝓗𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓨/𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓳𝓮𝓻𝓴 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼. 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓨/𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝔃𝓮. 

𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼. 𝓨/𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓷. 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻.

𝓗𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸𝔁𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓨/𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷, 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓨/𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵.

Y/n shot up in Egon’s lavish bed. She panted and clutched her hand over her heart. Grhitha rushed over to her and tried to coax her back to sleep. Grhitha muttered softly, words Y/n couldn’t hear. Egon rushed into his room and gently took Y/n’s hand. 

“Calm yourself linholmerre.” Egon whispered as he pet Y/n’s hair. Y/n’s eyes dashed all over the place as a headache manifested. Egon gently laid Y/n back down. He whispered sweet nothings in fjerdan into Y/n’s ear as she fell back asleep. 

Her eyes fluttered closed and all she could see was those dark eyes. 

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.

Once again, you wrote that request super quick! I was hoping for yandere again cause that’s kinda my forte, but I can honestly say that I did enjoy that fic and thought it was pretty good (as all your fics seem to be :) ). Your fics are really short but sweet, and I thoroughly enjoy them. Also, I have another request already, but obviously don’t feel like you need to do it or anything, and especially not right away— I’m just sending requests cause you said we could, and I keep getting ideas & whatnot; I just watched the most recent Percy Jackson episode from the show and saw young Percy asking his mom “why are you trying so hard to get rid of me? I would never do this to you,” and it made me imagine a scenario. Basically, the reader (once again, gender neutral or male, and preferably a child of Apollo, but whatever works) either tries to break up with Percy— and maybe Annabeth too if you find a way to fit her into it with the idea I have in mind— or tries to run away or fight him, just something that makes Percy feel hurt & upset— and probably angry & whatnot cause I’m imagining another yandere scenario with this— to where he says something similar to what young Percy said in the show.

It’s just a neat concept I think, and I’m really interested to see what your take would be on it; thanks again for taking the time out of your day to write my requests, and have a great day :)

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Runaway

a/n sorry this one took a me longer I finally caught up on all the episodes. Any none canon events are fic magic and enjoy.

Warnings : Yandere! Percy, stalking and stalker behaviors, possessive behaviors, blood, and gore mentions.

Anon - 🪑

All Characters are aged up to 18 plus

Percy Jackson x Gender Neutral! Reader

Percy glared at the forest ahead of him. His lovely Sunni had disappeared into the wood surrounding camp. Y/n was hysterical and was tense all over. Their eyes weld with tears as they kept on going on and on about how they couldn’t do this anymore.

As Percy ventured into the woods tracking Y/n’s footprints he thought in their words. How their words cut into his soul like a knife.

“Everything is temporary, this is me of those things.”

Y/n spoke as they held in the tears that threatened to spill. Percy tried to reason with her of course. He tried to explain that he was the only person for them. He cried telling, begging them not to leave. Y/n merely took a step back, took in a breathe and stared at him.

“You aren’t a good guy Percy, you tried to kill my friend because he gave me a hug.”

“He was staring at you with a love sick look! He was asking for me to beat him up.”

Y/n don’t say much after that, they just walked away. Now as Percy tracked them he heard their soft sniffling. His poor Sunni didn’t know what to do with themselves now that he was gone.

He stared at them from an opposite tree as they sat firmly in the ground. Their first clenched the grass and muddy under them. He slowly stalked to them, his movements silent.

He grasped into them wrapping his arms around them tightly. Before they could scream a hand was clasped against them. They thrashed in his grip but it was no use. Their nose was covered and they couldn’t breathe.

Panic set in as they tried fiercely to get away. The managed to grab a dagger and slice at Percy’s arm in a weak attempt. Percy winced as Y/n dropped the dagger and went limp.

“Don’t worry, you can’t leave me, I’m the only permanent thing for you. Just like you’re the only permanent thing for me.”