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Omegas were a rarity nowadays. Plenty of alphas were still born, especially in the ranks of the pureblooded, but omegas were few and far between.
Hermione hadn’t known what was wrong with her when she’d suddenly come over with a burning fever, an itchy throat and a raging libido in the middle of her and Harry’s tent that first time about three months ago. Harry had been equally clueless, pressing a cold compress to her forehead, blushing red and pushing her away as she begged him to fuck her to stop the pain. In the end, he’d warded her in the tent by herself, leaving her alone until she emerged a few days later, pale and ashamed and confused.
It hadn’t taken the Death Eaters long to work out just what was wrong with her – or right with her, the way they saw it...
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29 Apr 2021
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Immortal Elixir by villainhore
Fandoms: The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone (TV)
08 Jun 2021
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Years after the battle with The Darkling, Alina Starkov lives a new life in an old place—unlike before. And while she graciously accepts this mundanity, she struggles to keep memories of the past at bay. It does not help when a familiar face reappears, invading her thoughts, haunting her nights, making her question her life. It is even worse when she does not wish him to stop.
__________________His tongue tasted her skin and his teeth nipped at her neck.
“There you are,” his voice dipped like honey into her ears.
At once, she burned, as if caught in a torrent of flames. His hands maneuvered her around in the dark, curving over her hips and dipping beneath her night dress. Yes, yes, yes, she chanted in her head as he lifted the fabric and his fingers found her core.
Her back bowed against him and she felt him everywhere; breath, body and bone. At the sound of his desperation, she turned with a shudder, groaning into his mouth. Her hands clawed at him, unhinged, fervent, desperate, and desiring so much- they curled into that black kefta, pulling him closer.
“Alina, my Alina,” he said, stoking her fire.
She kissed him— drank him in like immortal elixir.
“Take me.”
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26 Dec 2020
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I would have gone to the Little Palace and been spoiled and pampered. I would have dined off of golden plates, and I never would have struggled to use my power. It would have been like breathing, the way it always should have been. And in time, I would have forgotten Keramzin
In the conservatory at Tomikyana, Alina tells Mal what their story would have been if the Grisha Examiners had discovered her power. This is that tale, from the very beginning, to the bitter end.
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04 Jul 2020
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Alina doesn’t learn of the Darkling’s true nature until after the night of the Fête, resulting in them sleeping together. He quickly finds her after she flees, and reveals a secret. She’s pregnant. They’re having a baby.
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25 Apr 2020
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In Peace We Do Not Rest by girlwithaknifeinherboot
Fandoms: The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo
08 Apr 2020
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The cold bit into his skin and he relished the pain as a welcome delight. Pain meant being alive, in all the senses that truly mattered. With a flick of his fingers, he clothed himself in shadowy silk, the fabric dulling the burn of the chill. The smile he wore now was real, real as his body and his garments, both of which he created through will alone. He was no longer only Grisha—though, arguably, he had never been just a Grisha—now, he was Merzost.
The Darkling had perished, and something different had risen in his place. Like he’d taken back life, he’d take back his name—and all else that rightfully belonged to him.
Like calls to like.
((resurrection fic))
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18 Apr 2020