Why couldn’t Sasha go back to Os Alta after the whole skiff incident? He and Ivan are the only other ones to what happened since Alina and Mal ran away.
Couldn’t Sasha find a way to make the Tsar not mad about him expanding the fold without permission? Appeal to the Tsar’s ego/pride by mentioning how Zhaltan thought he could do whatever he wanted so Sasha showed him he couldn’t all in the name of the Tsar?
Wouldn’t it be more believable that a girl new to power betrayed them than the General who’s been fighting the war for Ravka for years?
I’m sure someone has an answer that I’m not seeing so if you do please share!
"Luminous Genya, with her alabaster skin and graceful hands. Resilient Genya who had endured countless indignities and insults, but had always held her lovely chin high. Foolish Genya, who had tried to be my friend, who had dared to show me mercy."
I have a lot of ideas, some more formed out than others, but here’s a quick list, which will be updated, when/if these things get published. Also, yes, I’m aware I have very original names. At least they’re not song lyrics.
Premise: Alina and Aleksander are born at around the same time, their antics, together and apart through the ages. Sub-plots including Aleksander’s dad and a whole lot of religious stuff, including Alina starting a cult around herself.
Book and show mix, but large portions of the story and lore are original.
This one is probably the furthest along, but also the largest.
Workname: Drowned out
Premise: Baghra’s revelations about Aleksander don’t convince Alina and as the conversation gets heated, Baghra decides it’s easier to just kill Alina and stop Aleksander from using her power that way. Alina defends herself and kills Baghra in the process. Angsty shenanigans ensue.
Mostly show-based, with some book elements.
Workname: Full eclipse
Premise: Alina doesn’t run away after the Winter Fete and joins the Darkling instead. Includes actual discussions between Darkling and Alina, moderate Baghra bashing and several boatloads of dead people.
Book-show mix, there’s dozens like it, but I still wanted to make my own.
Workname: The brightest of stars
Premise: Alina is taken to the Little Palace as a child. Including worldbuilding, Grisha children being chaotic, Alina making genuine friends, who don’t want her to be meek and submissive, a handful of dead doves around the Darkling and Zoya-Alina rivalry/friendship.
More book-based than show based, especially when it comes to Mal.
Workname: The Golden Countess
Premise: Alina is the illegitimate child of a Ravkan count, but as his only child is also his heir. She needs to navigate the political world of Ravka, which despises her for being a bastard and a half-breed and choose her loyalties, when her father rebels against the Lantsovs. Includes cute bonding between tween Alina, Genya and Nikolai, monarchy bashing, karma for the king and an arranged marriage.
Workname: The Morning Star
Premise: Alina is born on the wrong side of Sikurzoi. When their Grisha powers are discovered, she and her Inferni mother escape to Ravka and join the Second Army.
Workname: The Phoenix Saint
Premise: Alina’s powers slowly return as the new Sun Summoners die.
#the main reason i drew book alina over show alina is bc i didnt feel like being screen accurate lmaoo #drawing real ppl is hard and i dont rlly like the show keftas........ esp alina's blue one its a bit. party city. #i LOVE the show and one day i WILL draw jessie mei li. not today tho #shadow and bone #alina starkov #the grisha triology #grishaverse#leigh bargudo#art#fanart
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Summary: Jealous Kaz, that’s it. Fluffy, fluff!
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There were a lot of emotions Kaz hid on a daily basis. Like how he feels happy whenever he sees the birds chirruping in the evenings. Or how he’s elated every time the Crows seemed to have a good time. How he loves each and every one of you but never shows it.
Kaz could try and try, but the one emotion he could never really hide was jealousy.
You’ve been part of the Crows for hardly six months now. You were working as a waitress in one of the small pubs nearby and Inej had come across you on a fine Sunday night. On seeing how effortlessly you dodged arguments and punches, she knew you were a diamond in the rough. The Crows could always use skills like that and besides, you didn't even look like you were getting paid enough.
Kaz was reluctant to hire you, but Inej insisted that you would be a great help to everyone, especially her. After all, she was the one in the shadows, the one who gets information and secrets. Your skills would be great tools to assist her.
Straight after you were recruited, he knew he was done for. Even though he thought you would be intimidated to be surrounded by criminals, you easily fit into the picture as one. He hated that. He also disliked how he stared at you every once in a while, and with each day he got more and more curious.
Why would you be so warm yet cautious? How could you be everything Kaz stood for, yet be so friendly?
Not only did you do a great job in heists, you also made the business bloom in Slat. You always hung around the bar, as well as make small talk with the customers. You bought them drinks, got to know their family, and remembered their names for when they visit again.
“Y/N, hon, c’mere, stand by me! You’re good luck!” One of the men yelled from the gambling table.
Kaz, who was sitting beside you, felt a sudden surge of hate. He thought the man was insulting her, but Y/N only laughed and held up a hand.
“Be right there, Jamie! Lemme get you a glass of wine too!” You replied pleasantly.
“He looks like trouble,” Kaz said without thinking. You didn’t seem surprised by his comment.
“So do you, yet I work for you,” you rolled your eyes and took two glasses. You grabbed the most expensive wine and poured it, all the Kaz scowled.
“Besides,” you added, “much like you, he’s also a sweetheart. He would never hurt me.”
You left him baffled. As much as he felt annoyed, he also couldn't help but feel the blush spreading across his cheeks. He was glad you were already gone after Jamie, because he was sure you would have made fun of him otherwise.
That night, he didn't go up to his room. He watched Jamie’s table with interest — how you’d laugh with the drunk people, and how they'd laugh with you. The scene reminded him of sailors in sea — half-conscious, happy and nothing but care for each other.
Jamie was harmless after all. But there was something still making him itch. That second, he decided you trusted everyone way too easily and that put you in the path of danger.
He did the best and worst decision he could think of — make you Jesper’s responsibility. The two of you were to look out for each other and Kaz took comfort in knowing there was someone watching you. This plan came to bite him in the ass when he realized Jesper flirted way too much with you, and it positively annoyed him how you’d laugh and flirt back.
Things never got out of control with your temper, but one particularly day, Inej was wounded and Kaz was the reason why.
“If you would have entered through the West entrance like I asked-” you began but he cut you off.
“We don't change plans, Y/N. We’ve been through this already.” Kaz looked at Inej with a frown, the only form of concern he could publicly display.
She was being held by Jesper, her hands over her stomach, where she was stabbed by one of the guards. Nina was back in the Slat, so they needed another Healer.
“I’ll ask Kiran and see if he knows a healer or medik,” Jesper said, determined. You were suddenly grateful for his connections in the vast city.
“You sure you can trust him?” You asked quickly.
“He isn't the most likeable fellow, but we’re acquaintances,” he said, sighing. “Besides, we’re too far away from Nina.”
“I’ll be fine,” Inej said, her voice cracking.
You almost burst out crying. Seeing someone you love in pain was really unsettling. Especially since you were supposed to help her. But you couldn't dwell on that, so you took your anger out on Kaz after Jesper led her away.
“You don't change plans? Kaz, you have plans from A to Z and you’re constantly switching from one to another!”
“Yes, those are backup plans,” he started walking, and you followed begrudgingly. “Plans I make. You suggested a modification.”
“A modification you were stupid to ignore!” You retorted. “Inej is hurt because you were stubborn.”
“She will live,” he said hastily. “We get hurt, it’s part of the job. If you start worrying everytime someone gets a scratch, you won’t be able to have a clear head.”
“I make the plans L/N,” he snapped. “You were flirting with Jesper instead of helping Inej, which you were paid to do. So who’s at fault here?”
Your mouth fell open. Clenching your teeth, you walked away, not bothering to explain how you were not flirting but coming up with a backup plan in case things went south.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, exhausted.
“I’m not sure, but if I keep talking to you, I’ll lose my sanity!” You said over your shoulder.
You walked around in the unfamiliar town, half-mad at Kaz and half-mad at yourself. Cooling off after a fight was valid, but all you wanted to do was go back to the Slat and sleep. How can you do that if Kaz might have already left?
You were flirting with Jesper instead of helping Inej, which you were paid to do. So who’s at fault here?
Saints, he had a way of getting you frustrated! Your usual talks with Jesper were friendly and maybe yes, a little flirty, but that does not mean he likes you or you like him. It was mostly a distraction from how alone you felt in the Slat.
A carriage stopped in front of you, and you saw Jesper himself as the one leading the horses.
“Get in, let's go!” He said with a smile and you didn't have to be asked twice.
Glad that you weren't lost in the town, you got in and saw Inej was sleeping inside, her wounds bandaged neatly. You breathed in relief but it went just as fast when you saw Kaz was sitting opposite to her.
“Thought you would have left already,” you murmured, sitting down beside him.
“I don’t leave anyone behind,” he said curtly, his eyes fixed outside the window as the carriage started moving.
“Okay then,” you shrugged, feeling your eyelids growing heavier. It was a two hour ride back and you were already exhausted.
“I’m sorry,” Kaz whispered softly just as you were contemplating whether to sleep or not.
“What?” The shock was clearly pronounced, both on your face and in your voice.
“You heard me.”
“I did, but what?” You rose your eyebrows, looking sideways at him. “Did Kaz Brekker just apologize?”
He looked hesitant with his words. “I know I’ve been hard on you recently. It’s my fault, I’m sorry. You deserve more that that.”
“Yes, I do.” You smiled.
“No, you don’t understand.” He tore his eyes away from the window and met yours. “I was jealous of how easily you and Jesper were getting along. You deserve more than that.”
You sat up straighter. “Wait, what do you mean?”
“You deserve more than a life as a criminal,” he explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You deserve more than the Slat. You certainly deserve more than a thief pining after you.”
You laughed, and even though it was night and he could hardly see your face, he still felt the breath being knocked out of him.
You’re beautiful, he thought, no longer worried about your response. It didn't matter if you don’t reciprocate his feelings. You were like the moon, and just being near you forever was worth it, even if it means you will never like him the same way he adores you.
“You’re not just a thief, Kaz,” you said, shaking your head. “You’re kind, just and brave — all in your own way. And though you could be a jerk at times, I’m never leaving your side. You better get used to it.”
“You’re going to ignore the part where I said I like you?”
“Or maybe I just want to hear you say it again,” you tilted your head to one side, your eyes gleaming.
“You’re intolerable,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
“And you like me anyway,” you smirked.
Despite your sudden need to keep talking to him, you stifled a yawn and carefully leaned your head on his shoulder. He tensed, but didn't pull you away.
“I think you deserve more than a life where you aren’t happy,” you said softly yet clearly.
“You make me happy,” he said bluntly.
“Then I’m not going anywhere,” you sighed, feeling sleep take you. “And just for the record, I like you too.”
Jesper whistled. Apparently, the talk was louder than you thought. Even Inej had a smile on her face, as if she was listening to every word under the disguise of sleep.
Kaz felt both his face and heart burn — one with blushing, the other with love.
“An unwise decision, but I like it,” he whispered, leaning his own head against the side of yours. You had already fallen asleep, but it was okay. There were a lot more days to spend with you, and a lot of nights to talk.
Kaz was tired too, and despite his initial decision to stay up longer, he fell right into sleep — with a smile on his lips and you by his side.