Thunder roared in her ears as she descended the staircase, holding a ball of light in her palm to guide her way. It wasn't necessary, though; Alina knew the palace like the back of her hand, at this point. It was simply the comfort of not being stuck in darkness, alone and without knowing if someone would appear.

It started out as small things first. A prickle of pain from her nichevo'ya bite.A sensation of a cold finger caressing her face in the middle of the night. A whisper in her ear. But then Alina Starkov is faced with the realization that all of her nightmares have come true. That the Darkling was never dead at all.

"The plague of 758 was a very serious issue, made worse by the Fold, Alina. Supplies were so hard to reach to the other side of the country…" "Wipe that smile off your face before talking about a plague that was made worse by your actions, then." (modern au, sun summoner alina)

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.

Me, afraid, of you? Don't make me laugh. she said, a mocking curl on her lips. I'm not trying to. Not right now, at least. You're already a queen Zoya, I just want you to be mine. Nikolai replied, his heart in his eyes for once. This is a collection of one-shots starring our favorite golden king and his storm witch. To hopefully keep us while waiting for KoS2. Nikolai x Zoya

The weirdest thing about knowing a saint, Tamar thinks, praying and waiting for the sun to rise, is that saints rarely have needs in the stories. Not the human kind of needs, at least: only the most holy, above earthly needs ones.

Lo percibes con cada vez más intensidad. Ese cosquilleo que te eriza el vello y ese peso al fondo del estómago, rugiendo por ser liberado. Sé que tienes miedo, pero también sé que se te pasará. Porque eres como yo, siempre lo has sido.

Alina stared at the newcomer on the farm, teaching him the ins and outs of picking apples straight from the trees, offering him one of the fruits that were ready for picking.

Alina usually appeared to Aleksander every day punctually at eleven.

The Darkling had left his kefta behind.

Nikolai woke up screaming again.

"How is this supposed to work?" "It's not."

Aleksander had been alive for too long, in his opinion, staring bleakly at the Fold he created, seeing without seeing.

The Darkling, as usual, was in a terrible mood.

Nikolai put it back. The two watched the sandwich sadly deflate, and then Nikolai's eyes turned to Alina. Modern AU.

A "missing" training scene.

She looked back at the shadow of the palace in Os Alta, illuminated by the high moon, and shivered with the sudden cold, feeling the first snowflake fall. Then, turning her back to the palace, Alina went on her way.

Nikolai Lantsov would go to any length to expel the dark monster from his body. His biggest asset is Zoya Nazyalensky, the Grisha magician, whose power is constantly growing. Can Nikolai trust her? To assure himself of her support, Nikolai visits the young Grisha in the Darkling's old chambers. But before he knows, a door opens that he did not expect... [After "King of Scars"]

He swings her around, dancing with no purpose other than to torment her.

Alina walked through the streets, Nikolai by her side as they traversed through the crowded streets.

A fluffy one-shot drabble about Nadia and Tamar. How did Tamar get her name?

They've lived ten lives together. Only one has ended happily. Darkling/Alina, reincarnation fic.

Has there ever been a more demanding Grisha instructor than Zoya Nazyalensky? Hardly. However, when Nikolai Lantsov attends a Grisha practice session at the Little Palace, he learns way more than he ever expected... Timeline: Some time around King of Scars.

Mal dreamt of blood in a sunlit pasture. [tumblr prompt]

From the outpost in Kribirsk to the sumptuous halls of the Little Palace, Alina's video blog records the experiences of a newly minted Sun Summoner. ("The Lizzie Bennet Diaries" AU.)