darkling x alina

  • My ship: *is literal perfection and best thing ever*
  • Author: *blows holes in to ship, sails into a typhoon, unleashes the kraken*

“I know the truth in your heart. The loneliness. The growing knowledge of your own difference.” He leaned in closer. “The ache of it." 

I tried to hide the shock of recognition that went through me. "I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, but the words sounded false to my ears. 

I tried to turn away, but he reached out and took hold of my chin, forcing me to look at him. He was so close I could feel his breath. “There are no others like us, Alina,” he whispered. “And there never will be.”

no but imagine this: the grisha trilogy…. as a ballet. it’s already got the russian aspect. it’s steampunk so it’ll have incredible costumes. it supposedly takes place in the early 20th century so the orchestral composition would be stunning. not to mention, the darkling and alina have that sorrowful relationship where they contrast one another but still bear the same burden which reminds me of swan lake. okay I’ve said my piece, someone please make this happen now.


“Why won’t you leave me alone?” I whispered one night as he hovered behind me while I tried to work at my desk. Long minutes passed. I didn’t think he would answer. I even had time to hope he might have gone, until I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Then I’d be alone, too, he said, and he stayed the whole night through, till the lamps burned down to nothing.

I think Problematic OTP needs to become a thing. We could just call it PROTP.

This is much needed in all fandoms, pass it on until it becomes a cultural norm.

all this and more (Alina/Darkling)

Title: all this and more
Summary: You should have known better. / Alina&Darkling, for Alarkling Week Day Four: “Rule”

“You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star?  I’ll swallow you whole.”
~Warsan Shire

You should have known better.

Did you think it would be easy?  You have gone unchallenged for too long, gone soft.  Foolish, to hold your hand to the sun and expect not to get burned.  There wasn’t enough room for both of you in these skies, and still you wanted her, thought you could swallow her blaze and not have it damage your insides somehow.  And now here you are, with a shred of her trapped inside you, battling against its cage.  It wants to rejoin her.  Can you feel it, her pull?  Like calls to like. 

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