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horrifying idea: nina being able to use her powers on people’s teeth cause they’re just exposed bones
Everything he did, he did for his Grisha. It really did all come back to them.
Nina and her army of the dead be like:
Nina Zenik ❤️🩹
"What, are you?"
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summary: when your abilities show themselves during a viscous Drüskelle attack, General Kirigan has you immediately transferred to the Little Palace for protection
pairing: Aleksander Kirigan x sun summoner reader
warnings: canon level violence, mention of blood
genre: angst, fluff
words: 2683
a/n: I watched the show Shadow & Bone a few years age, and I was absolutely obsessed. recently I picked up the books, and I cannot express how upset I am that they’ve cancelled the series. It literally had so much potential :(
also, I apologise for literally falling off of the face of the earth these past two months. I was depressed at first, and when I felt a little better me and my mom went on a two week vacation to Ireland, and this week I was at a figure skating camp, so I didn’t really get to writing lol. anyhow, I’m feeling better, and I am planning on writing more fics and hopefully do a flufftober week or something :)
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The war in Ravka had been raging on for as long as you could remember. It had taken your parent’s lives, and very likely their parent’s lives as well. Now it was your turn to take your place in the army and fight in the war.
You had never possessed much physical strength. Ever since you were a child, you were weak and fragile. It had pushed the caretakers at the orphanage to give you other tasks.
They wanted you to posses as many skills as possible, to ensure you would have a future, even if you wouldn’t be able to fight in the war. As you got older, you seemed to develop a true talent in drawing. Your drawings were detailed and realistic, and so the caretakers pressed to ensure you would continue developing that talent.
When you became of age, you were send to join the first army as a mapmaker.
Currently you were stationed at a camp just next to the fold. There were several skiffs being readied to enter the fold, but after running a little detour, you found out you were not scheduled to go on any of them.
At the moment, you were sitting with a Squaller. You had met her years ago, when both of you were just little girls. A boy had been bullying you, and she had thrown him across the field. Ever since, you had been friends. When she would return to the Little Palace, you would write to her, and when you were stationed at an encampment, she would request to be sent to the same place.
As you were laughing at something Zoya had said, you heard yelling coming from a few tents away from you. You figured it was just another soldier fight, but Zoya knew better as she stood, pulling you up with her when she seemingly spotted something that frightened her.
She pushed you behind her, grabbing your hand and she made a run to the edge of the encampment, towards the forest.
You could hear shouting behind you, and the noises of a fight reached your ears. This was not a friendly soldier fight. Too many people had been involved for that. Before you could reach the forest, you could feel two arms wrapping around you from behind, pulling you away from Zoya.
She screamed, reaching out for you before someone took her out from behind.
The language the man spoke was foreign, and it didn’t take you long to realise they were Fjerdans. They must’ve dressed up as soldiers so they could infiltrate the tents and eliminate the Grisha.
You fought against the man holding you down, kicking him in the stomach and managing to punch him in the face.
He struggled, falling backwards. You didn’t hesitate to run away from him, spotting Zoya on the ground, the Drüskelle on top of her. He had a knife in his hand, undoubtedly planning on slicing Zoya’s throat.
You ran over quickly, jumping on the man’s back in order to get him off of her. Zoya struggled for a bit, surprised by your return before regaining her composure, raising her arms to blast the man backwards. She made her way over to you, grabbing you hand once more before she was pierced by an arrow. A Drüskelle stood behind her, a few feet away, holding a bow.
Zoya fell to the ground, and the Fjerdan you had managed to push to the ground was now behind you again, restraining you as the other one walked over to Zoya.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her to her knees, with her head pulled backwards. He mumbled a few words in Fjerdan, something about salvation of the witches before he pressed his knife to her throat.
You screamed, fighting against the Drüskelle holding you as they prepared to slit Zoya’s throat.
The moment the Drüskelle drew blood, you screamed. An anger releasing inside you that you didn’t know you were holding. Your view went black, a bright light shining through the blackness before you felt your body giving out. You could faintly hear screaming, and you could make out Zoya’s voice as she held you head in her lap.
After that, everything went black.
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When your vision returned, you could make out you were in a tent. You saw Zoya’s face first, looking concerned as she wiped a wet cloth over your forehead. It appeared you were burning up, yet the cool cloth felt as though it had burned you.
You groaned, moving away from her touch and shielding your eyes. The light was too bright, even though the tent was fairly dark.
“She’s awake,” you heard Zoya say to another person in the room, who hummed thoughtfully before dismissing her.
“Thank you, Zoya. You may leave,” you heard a male voice command.
You saw Zoya shaking her head, holding one hand on your arm as her head was turned to the other presence.
“Please, General. She’s confused and scared as is. Allow me stay, please,” Zoya said, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard her use the word ‘please’, let alone use it multiple times in the same sentence.
“Very well,” the male voice commanded, and you could hear large footsteps cross the tent towards where you were lying down.
You groaned, grabbing onto Zoya as you pulled yourself into a sitting position, noticing you were indeed in the tent of the Black General. You breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, and your eyes fell to two Heartrenders standing guard at the entrance of the tent.
“You’ve made quite the show, miss…?” the General trailed off, looking at you expectedly.
“y/l/n, y/n y/l/n,” you said quietly, turning your gaze to fall on Zoya, who had moved to sit next to you on the cot you were previously laying on.
Your head felt heavy, and your hands felt clammy.
“Miss y/l/n, tell me, what are you?” the General asked, leaning against a desk placed in the tent.
You looked at him confused, thinking about what he could possibly mean.
“A mapmaker, sir,” you told him, turning to look at Zoya. You couldn’t read her expression, so you turned back to the General, who looked slightly offended.
“Don’t fool me,” he started. “What are you,” he stated firmly.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you admitted honestly, not wanting to upset him.
He looked at you for a moment, determining whether you were lying before speaking again.
“Were you tested as a child?” he asked, to which you nodded.
“What was the result?”
“I wasn’t Grisha,” you said, a hint of pain in your voice. You had always wanted to be Grisha. To be in a place where you belong, amongst people who were like you. Instead, you were just normal, with no place where you belonged.
“Your little display of power this morning suggests otherwise, miss y/l/n,” the General spoke.
You looked at him confused.
“I don’t understand what you mean,” you told him honestly.
“You singhandly managed to scare all of the Drüskelle away, yet you claim to have no knowledge of what you were doing?”
“I’m sorry, sir, I truly don’t,” you replied, flinching slightly when the General pushed himself off the desk, closing the distance between you.
“Hold out your arm,” he stated.
You did as he said, extending your arm towards him while pulling up your sleeve, knowing what he wanted.
“You say you were tested as a child?” the General asked in confirmation, noting the way you nodded, almost disappointed. “Were you injured during the testing?” he asked you, seeing your face contort in confusion.
“I don’t recall… does that matter?” you asked, looking up at him as he stood before you.
“It is the whole point of the test,” he said, taking ahold of your arm and bringing his sharp ring towards it. Gently, he pressed the talon in your arm, and you gasped at the slight sting before a warm beam of light shot from your arm.
You eyes widened, and the moment he let your arm fall back you grasped it, looking at the cut in disbelief.
“You are very much Grisha, miss y/l/n,” the General said, motioning towards the Heartrenders at the entrance of the tent.
You couldn’t find any words, turning to Zoya who just looked as bewildered as you.
“I’m Grisha…” you whispered quietly, looking at Zoya.
Before she could say anything, the General had returned to your side, gently grasping your upper arm and pulling you up.
“We’ll have to work quickly. The Drüskelle are already on alert after the attack, and word of your discovery will spread fast,” the General said, handing you a red Kefta, urging you to put it on. “You’ll travel in my coach,” he spoke, before handing you to the two Heartrenders.
You looked towards Zoya, who stood and asked the General if she could accompany you.
He shook his head, insisting that she was still needed at the camp.
Before you knew it, you were being dragged outside and towards the Darkling’s coach. Two Oprichniki stand at the doors, opening them upon seeing your arrival. You didn’t resist, taking the hand one of the Oprichniki offered to help you step inside.
Once you settled into the coach, the two Heartrenders followed, sitting across from you. The doors were closed, and the two Oprichniki moved to the front, no doubt riding on horses beside the coach.
You were silent for the first part of the journey, admiring the detailed embroidery on the red Kefta adorning your body.
“It’s bulletproof,” said the man across from you suddenly. You looked up, meeting his kind smile and realising they had been watching you. “It is why the General wanted you to wear it,” he finished.
You nodded, allowing your hand to fall to your lap.
“I’m Feydor, and this is Ivan,” the Heartrender introduced himself, motioning towards his partner beside him. He carried a stern look on his face, turning to look outside instead.
You nodded in reply, turning to look outside in thought.
“Where are we going?” you asked, turning back to Feydor. He smiled.
“The Little Palace, of course,” he said.
You nodded once more, settling your gaze outside again. “Why the hurry?”
“By now, every Drüskelle and Shu assassin will have heard what happened at the camp. What you did. We need to make sure you are behind safe walls when they come for you,” Feydor explained, and you nodded once more.
“I don’t even know what I did,” you then said, earning the look of both Feydor and Ivan.
“You saved us,” Feydor started. “Your light killed two Drüskelle, and scared the rest away. The disguised themselves as First army to kill Grisha. Without you, they would have succeeded.”
You looked at him surprised, not expecting that reply to come from his mouth. You could not remember a single thing that happened at the camp, let alone the Drüskelle attack.
After the conversation died down, you turned to look outside once more. You felt your eyes drooping, exhausting settling into your bones as the world outside passed you in a blur.
Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and an Oprichniki opened the coach door.
“There’s a fallen tree on the road, we’re moving it now,” he stated, closing the door again. Ivan looked uneasy, glancing out the little window. Feydor did the same, studying the other window until there was shouting.
Immediately, Ivan and Feydor got up, both heading out the doors.
“Stay here, get down, and don’t move,” Feydor said, pushing a blade of Grisha steel into your hands before abandoning the coach.
You did as he said, crouching down onto the floor of the coach, pressing your knees against your chest. You could hear screaming outside and multiple guns firing. When it stilled for a moment, you thought it was over, until the glass of the coach broke and a smoke bomb was thrown inside.
You coughed, pushing the door of the coach open and stumbling outside, falling to your knees as you tried to catch your breath.
You heaved, clutching the Girsha steel knife in your hand when you looked up, barely registering the boots of a figure marching towards you, grabbing your hair and dragging you away.
You fought, struggling against his hold as he pressed his knife to your throat, pressing harshly. You felt a trickle of blood stream down you neck, and you grabbed the knife in you hand as tightly as you could before stabbing it backwards, hitting the person in the stomach.
His hold on you faltered enough for you to push him away, running away from him, into the forest.
You ran for as long as your feet could take you, registering the fighting still happening behind you. When you stopped for only a second to catch your breath, you were tackled to the ground, a figure laying on top of you.
His held his knife high above his head, muttering a prayer of kinds before preparing to bring it down.
You could faintly hear a horse in the background, and you closed your eyes tightly, figuring this was it. You heard a yell, but you didn’t feel the sharp pain of a knife digging into your skin. Instead, when you opened your eyes. You could see the man on top of you, slowly falling in two.
You turn your head, seeing the Darkling standing there beside a group of other Oprichniki. You realised he had cut the man on top of you in half.
When he fell, you pushed him off of you, moving away from the body, and catching your breath.
The General walked over to you, extending his arm, which you gratefully took as he helped you up. He studied the cut on your throat.
“Are you alright?” he questioned.
You nodded, moving your hand to rub the sore spot on your throat.
“You’ll ride with me,” he stated, walking over to his horse, leaving no room for argument.
You followed him, standing beside him as he mounted his horse, extending his hand to help pull you up. You allowed him, settling in the saddle as he took off in a gallop.
He held onto you firmly, ensuring you wouldn’t fall at the movement of the horse.
With you were riding multiple Oprichniki guards, and you spotted Ivan and Feydor both riding on a horse themselves. They must’ve won the fight in the woods.
After riding for nearly half a day, the group stopped at an abandoned barn. The Oprichniki secured it, while the General dismounted the horse, extending his arm to help you off as well. When the Oprichniki secured the barn, the group moved inside.
The horses were giving water and something to eat, while a small group of Oprichniki went outside to hunt for dinner.
You settled on the ground, close by the fire that Ivan had made. Once the sun had set, the temperature had dropped significantly, and you could say with certainty you were freezing.
You pulled the dirty Kefta around you a little tighter, hoping to conserve some warmth. The General seated himself beside you, reaching out a gentle hand to touch the cut on your neck. You winced slightly at the sting, and General Kirigan retreated his hand to retrieve a small, black cloth from his pocket.
Gently, he wiped the blood away from you neck and face, making sure to avoid pressing to harshly.
Once he retreated his hand, you gave him a small smile.
“Thank you,” you said in a quiet voice, and he nodded.
“Once you’re in the palace you’ll be able to clean up properly. The cut isn’t too deep, but in your weakened state it is enough to stir some worry,” he explained, tucking the small cloth back into his pocket.
You nodded once again, moving to lay down, using you arm to support your head. The palace. That is where you were headed, after all…
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ughhhh i should be at the little palace honing my heartrender skills rn this isn’t fair 😖
I HAVE NO HEART. (NI WEH SESH) -K.B
Pairings: (Kaz Brekker x heartrender!reader)
A/N: Hello beautiful people! This fiction is based off clearly the season two, episode six from the Shadow & Bone series. There are some exact quotes from the episode because for the plot of the storyline. As a reminder, I don’t own Y/N and other characters and all rights go to beautiful Leigh Bardugo… I just love the write fanfics! Anyways, this is the only way I would write touching scenes with Kaz. And I loved watching that episode, it was amazing. The way the actors played very well… And I thought why wouldn’t Y/N be in it? Hope you enjoy it! Have a nice reading!
Word Count: 4.540
Warnings: Violence, poison, and no hates to Zoya, I love her but in the story, it is a bit different.