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Blood Is Thicker

Pairing: Vampire!Aleksander M & Vampire!Billy R & Vampire!Logan D x Fem!Reader

Summary: As Aleksander’s lover, you’re always eager to meet with the two other members of his rather unconventional coven.

Warnings [18+]: smut (everything in this fic has been discussed and consented to beforehand), the boys call each other brother but they are in no way related, biting, reader’s blood is consumed a lot, typical vampire vibes, soft dom!Aleksander, oral (fem receiving), fingering, foursome kinda, pain kink, praise kink, bondage, knife kink, hint of subspace, minor blood kink? reference to somnophilia, soft aftercare

(That is most definitely the longest warnings list I have ever made, and I’m kinda impressed by it)

A/N: this is my ‘official’ halloween fic, so happy Halloween and I hope you guys enjoy this (I’ve tagged a lot of people in this since it includes the majority of my character scope atm, please don’t feel the need to interact if the content in this isn’t for you)

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“There’s our little buffet,” Billy remarks as you enter the room, hand in hand with Aleksander. As always, Billy’s words have your stomach flipping in anticipation, and your cheeks warm as the duo lay their eyes on you.

“Hi Billy.” You say shyly, before glancing over at the figure leaning against the mantelpiece and giving him a small nod. “Logan.”

Aleksander’s mother was a particularly powerful witch, who hadn’t wanted her son to go through eternity alone. Using magic unknown to any of you, she had managed to locate her son’s doppelgängers.

Billy had been a soldier fighting in the civil war, charming every lady he came across and delighting in the violence he was allowed in the name of his cause. Logan had been her most recent find, a party-loving socialite from 1920s New York, disowned by his family for his wild nature.

Aleksander's doppelgängers both had vampire blood in them, meaning that they were originally human, but once they reached maturity - around the age of thirty Aleksander had explained to you - they grew into their vampire tendencies.

Despite their differences, the three of them are almost always of the same mind, especially when it comes to you. You had been surprised that Aleksander had shown any interest in you when you first met. The fact that his brothers were also enamored by you was even more of a surprise. Whilst their features are nearly identical, their mannerisms and appearances make it easy to tell them all apart.

They might all be the same height, but Aleksander seems the tallest. Perhaps because he’s the oldest. He’s the mature brother, solid and dependable. Serious, but he has the natural ease of someone who has lived through centuries. Aleksander has the confidence of someone who knows himself.

Billy holds himself straight, like a soldier, but his muscles are lean and poised, making him look the most agile of the three. His hair is always slicked back, not a strand out of place. Out of all of them, Billy is the one who puts the most thought into his appearance. Every cautionary tale that warns you about the seduction of vampires is proven right by Billy Russo.

Logan appears the most relaxed. Hair always ruffled, and clothing askew, he’s lively and up for absolutely anything. Whilst his cocky attitude might have some people believing the worst of him, Logan is still getting a grasp on the events of the last century or so. He’s eager for everything his new life can give him.

Aleksander narrows his eyes slightly as Logan takes a drink of whatever liquid sits in the crystal glass in his hand. By the scent alone, Aleksander will have identified whatever expensive vintage the younger vampire has brought up from the cellar. Even with his new taste for blood, it appears Logan hasn’t loss his love of alcohol.

“Pretty dress, darlin.” Billy says lowly as he stands up from the armchair next to the fireplace. The firelight flickers over his features as he buttons up the front of his suit jacket. The three of them fix their attention on you, no doubt imagining how your dress will be in tatters before long. Your thighs shift against one another and Billy smirks.

Logan hums his approval as his face dips down into the general vicinity of your throat, inhaling deeply.

“And you smell fucking delicious, sweet thing.”

Billy’s smirk darkens as he remarks teasingly,

“Hope you’ve been taking all your vitamins lately, gotta keep that sweet blood healthy and all.” Aleksander’s arm curls firmly around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

“Of course she has. Moya milaya is as good a girl as they come.”

Logan grins, taking another drink before he responds,

“Don’t we know it.”

Blood flushes to your cheeks, and the two of them shift slightly. You can see Billy’s shoulders lifting as he inhales the scent of your blush, and Logan grips tightly onto his glass. Aleksander smiles as he nuzzles his face against your cheek, and you can feel his pride at you being able to pull such a reaction from them both.

“Now if you’ll excuse us, gentlemen. We have a table to set.” Both of their eyes darken at the prospect of dinner, and you suppress the urge to bite your lip. Billy catches your gaze, and the corner of his mouth lifts,

“See you soon, darlin.”

-

Aleksander very rarely uses the dining hall. During mealtimes the two of you prefer to use whatever small table you can find in whichever room you are in at the time. There is a countless number to choose from, as Aleksander’s mansion verges into castle status in your opinion.

A crisp white tablecloth has been thrown over the length of the long narrow table, covering the dark wood beneath it. It’s only once you reach the end of the table that you let go of Aleksander’s hand and sit down on the edge of the fabric clad wood.

Aleksander steps to one side of the room, opening the drawer of a cabinet and pulling out a bundle of thick black ribbon. Once he returns to you, he stands between your parted legs, the ribbon discarded onto the table in favour of cupping your face in his hands.

“You’re certain about this?” He asks in a low voice, and you nod.

“We’ve done this before.” You remind him.

Last year had been the first time the three brothers had shared you, and you were excited to do it again despite the tingle of nerves in your stomach. He nods faintly as he brushes his nose over your cheek.

“Regardless. If you want to stop, at any point, you need only say the word. None of us wish to force you into anything.”

“I know.” You assure him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’d tell you to stop, I promise.”

At the sound of your promise, he pulls back and warmth floods down your body at the sight of him towering over you. The ribbon curls elegantly around his fingers as he surveys your reaction.

“Just like we practiced?” He prompts, and you nod eagerly.

With a gentle nudge, Aleksander guides you into lying down with your back flush against the table.

He wraps the ribbon around your calf, before bending your knee to fold your leg up. He allows a little slack as he ties it to your thigh, the dark fabric feeling both soft and firm at the same time. He loops another piece around your folded limb, tightening it, before he reaches down to the table leg and ties the end of the ribbon to the furniture.

He does the same to your other leg. With his heightened sense of smell, Aleksander is constantly aware of your blood flow, and ensures that none of his bindings restrict your circulation in any way. This wasn’t the first time you had been tied up by him, but you hadn’t been tied up the previous time you spent the night with the three vampire brothers. You had got the idea from an illustration in a book you had found in Aleksander’s study, detailing the ritual feeding of a coven.

Once both of your legs are bound, your heels planted on the tablecloth, with legs folded and spread open, you attempt to test the ribbon. Aleksander’s knots are always perfect, and you fail to do anything other than shift your hips slightly. You can't close your legs, the only movement you're allowed is to stretch them even further open.

“Comfortable?” You hum and nod. “Good girl.” He praises, pressing a kiss to your thigh which has you squirming against the hold of the ribbon. “Arms as well?”

His eyes darken at the sight of you, a pretty eager thing, half bound already, offering your wrists up to him. He can smell the blood pounding under your skin, and he leans forward to press his lips against the pulse point in each of your wrists. The scent of your arousal thickens in the air, and he growls lowly.

“So beautiful.” He whispers, wrapping more ribbon around your wrist and tying the end down to another table leg.

His eyes meet yours, and the monster howls inside him at the demure look in your eyes as you wait for him to corrupt you. Aleksander kisses you hungrily, his mouth hot and wet as he plunges his tongue between your lips. With your free hand you grasp onto a fistful of his hair, urging him closer, and relishing in the final movement you will be allowed for tonight.

His fingers curl firmly around your wrist, as his teeth graze over your lower lip in warning. You shiver as his hold tightens on you. The look you give him is so adoring he almost wonders if his control had somehow slipped, compelling you into loving him so much even with his fingers digging into your soft skin.

Aleksander presses a tender kiss to your wrist, and binds it in the same manner as the other before tying it down to another table leg.

Arms and legs spread wide, the skirt of your dress has ridden up, revealing your lack of underwear. You had picked out a pretty flowing dress of a very light pink with a short skirt that almost looked like a night dress. Not usually your style but the thought of looking so innocent while these vampires debauched you was far too appealing.

Aleksander kisses you again, deeply, and you can do nothing but accept his kiss with your entire body bound and helpless to resist him.

When he pulls away his eyes are alive with delight as he watches your chest heave in an attempt to gain back the air he had stolen from you. He steps away to pull at one of the bell strings, the one that will ring in the parlour where Billy and Logan are waiting.

Anticipation tingles over your skin, and the heat of your bare pussy burns, slick with need.

The door opens, and the two brothers pause as they enter. You can lift your head up to see them, but it puts a strain on your neck. Billy smirks darkly once he sees you, and Logan’s face breaks into a delighted grin.

“Youngest goes first.” He states eagerly and Billy turns to him with an offended frown.

“Since when?”

“Since always.”

Billy looks as if he’s about to argue, until Aleksander’s voice cuts between them both decidedly with a pointed reminder.

“We have all night.”

Aleksander pulls a chair out and sits down, resting his forearms on the table beside your head. He brushes a stray hair from your face tenderly, and your eyes flutter closed.

Billy selects a sharp, thin knife from the assortment of cutlery at the side of the room, before he sits down on your right-hand side, directly opposite Aleksander. Which leaves the head of the table for Logan, and he grins as he takes the seat that gives a perfect view of the mess between your thighs.

The three vampires exchange several looks between themselves, and you can't read any of their expressions, even as they appear to come to some sort of decision. Aleksander takes hold of your chin, his mouth meeting yours as you hear Billy and Logan moving. A pair of hands grasp at your hips as Logan leans over you, and Billy tugs on your clothed nipples. You whine into Aleksander's mouth as the onslaught of sensations threaten to consume you.

There's a tearing sound and your skin tingles with a burning warmth. Then the chill of the air meets your flushed skin, and you realise your dress has been torn completely from your body. There's a dark glint in Aleksander's eyes and the corner of his mouth quirks lightly as he releases your chin.

Cold metal brushes over your rib cage, and you turn to look at Billy with wide eyes.

Aleksander's rules had been created for your own safety, and to curb his protective nature. Only Aleksander was allowed to bite you. The other two could drink from you through less intimate means, such as sucking from shallow cuts. Aleksander was the only one allowed to kiss your lips or touch your neck. Aside from those areas, your body is theirs to enjoy.

You nod when Billy raises a questioning brow at you, and his smirk widens as he presses the knife against your skin. Pain blooms from the cut, in the form of a sharp sting that has you inhaling sharply. At that moment, Logan leans forward and licks a harsh stripe over your pussy. The edge of his tongue catches over your clit, and you cry out as Billy sucks at the blood blooming from your side. All the while, Aleksander watches you succumb to pleasure, occasionally gifting you soft kisses of encouragement.

Out of the three of them, Logan's facial hair is the longest, and it scraps against your skin as he mouths at your pussy. With Aleksander's expert binding, you can do nothing but sink into whatever pleasure he can grant you.

Billy removes his lips from your skin, allowing blood to trail from the cut. He smooths his hand over your side, and you breathe out a startled sigh at the jolt of pain. Then he's grasping at your breasts, his fingers sticky and red with your blood. You moan loudly, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as Logan curls his tongue, pushing it inside you to lap at your wetness.

Aleksander nuzzles his nose against your neck, pressing a kiss to the spot underneath your ear that has you shuddering. Your hands curl into fists, nails biting into your palms.

“I know you're close, milaya. Let go for us.” He murmurs. Tilting your head back, you hit your climax hard, spilling onto Logan's tongue with a cry. He continues to lap at the mess between your thighs, moving further away from your clit as you whine at the sensitivity.

Aleksander seizes a fistful of your hair, and you tip your head aside, bearing the length your neck to him. He mouths a series of kisses over your skin.

When Logan lifts his head up, you can see the smirk on his face, the lower half shimmering wet with your slick.

“Wanna switch?” Billy asks his brother, to which Logan shrugs with an easy grin,

“Sure.”

They swap places, and soon Billy's dark eyes are staring down at you from between your legs. Logan's lips are still sticky from your pussy as he presses a line of kisses from the cut on your side up to your breasts. Billy spends a moment tracing the handle of the knife through your soaked folds. You gasp at the sting of cold metal against your hot pussy. He spins the knife expertly in his hand, and you clench around nothing at his casual display of control.

He pushes the blade against your thigh, creating a small nick for him to drink from, before he hands the knife to Logan. Your stomach flips at the seamless way they communicate with one another - without any words.

You barely feel any pain from your thigh, and shudder at the sight of a dark red rivulet trailing its way down your skin. Billy laps it up quickly, his tongue scraping over your thigh as he pushes a finger inside you. A broken moan falls from your lips, and all three of them share an eager smile. He holds his finger still inside you, allowing you some respite as Logan slides the knife along the underside of your breast.

Aleksander takes the knife as Logan's mouth laves at the cut, ensuring that no one will accidentally get stabbed as things progress. His hand still in your hair, he presses a kiss to your forehead as Billy begins to thrust his finger inside you. It isn't long before another finger joins it, and you're crying out pleas as his fingers curl against the spot that has you staring wide eyed down at the two of them.

Logan's teeth nip lightly at your nipples, and you groan as you try to squirm against the restraints.

He's the first one of them to undo his trousers, his mouth still on you as he shoves his boxers down and fists his cock. Billy smirks against your skin, you know he's too prideful to be the first one to cave and touch himself. Logan is too hedonistic to care about such things, too busy enjoying your body to realise he has just lost some imaginary contest.

When Billy's head moves from the spot on your thigh, dropping down to lick at your swollen clit, you attempt to buck your hips with little success.

“Milaya, look at me.”

Your eyes lift from watching Billy as his tongue flicks against your clit, and you soon find Aleksander’s darkened eyes. Due to his age, Aleksander’s compulsion is the strongest out of the three of them and you can already feel your mind softening as his eyes lock onto yours.

He hums in approval, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, and your eyes flutter closed for a moment. Aleksander holds your chin between his fingers, keeping your eyes on his.

“Good girl.” He praises you as your eyes fight to remain open, the familiar tingling pleasure sweeping through you.

Aleksander’s compulsion always has the enticing pull of pure safety, inviting you to lose yourself in his eyes. Your mind grows fuzzy, focusing only on each and every sensation. The restriction of your bindings, two sets of hands and tongues on you. The only thing more deadly than his eyes is his voice.

“Such a beautiful sight.” He murmurs gently in your ear, as Logan continues to mouth at your breasts and Billy sucks hard on your clit. “Are you going to let me drink from you, milaya?”

“Yes.” You breathe out instantly and he chuckles.

“Yes? You want me to take that sweet blood of yours?” You can feel his lips move as he speaks directly against your throat. “Right here from your pretty throat? Where it’s the strongest for me, and the most painful for you?”

“Yes, oh yes please.”

You can feel Logan smirk as he sucks on your nipple, his mouth stained red with your blood, his lips still flushed pink with the warmth of your pussy. Billy breathes out a sharp laugh as he shoves his own trousers down and begins to stroke his cock.

“Looks like your girl’s brain is leaking out of her cunt, Aleks.” Billy remarks with a low groan.

Aleksander smiles darkly as he tugs on your hair. He cups the back of your neck, his thumb hooking lying under your chin, the pad of his digit pressing against your cheek to keep you facing away from him, giving him full access to your throat.

He spends a long moment breathing in your scent, listening to the pounding of your heart, your pulse thundering around your body as pleasure has you climbing higher, towards your second climax.

His nose traces over your artery and your heart skips a heart, your body's natural response to a predator. But you're not afraid of Aleksander. You know what he's waiting for, and you're more than willing to give it to him. It's the faintest of whispers, but he hears your words, a plea from the depths of your soul.

“Ruin me.”

He sinks his fangs into your neck with a growl, sharp canines tearing your skin open, ripping blood fresh from your veins, and your scream echoes through the dining hall. His hold on you remains tight, and the other two vampires hurry to place their mouths against one of the open wounds on your body, eager to taste the pleasure that is about to flood through your system.

Billy curls his fingers hard inside you, and Logan grips onto your breast tightly. Eyes squeezed shut, you groan as Aleksander drinks down mouthfuls of your blood. You can almost feel it as it slides down his throat. A part of you becoming a part of him. As if your blood was made for him to consume, as if every one of your heartbeats is for him.

The ache loosens and you let out a pleasured gasp as the cloying sweetness of Aleksander's venom numbs your pain. Under the hazy fog of pleasure, you're aware of someone groaning in the distance. But then you're tipping over edge, clenching hard around Billy's fingers, whimpering with every slippery rub of his thumb against your clit.

He allows you a few seconds to ride out your high before he pulls his fingers out to stroke your twitching pussy in distracted circles. Logan presses lazy kisses over your heaving chest, as euphoria sparkles throughout your body, and you sigh and moan with each wave of bliss.

Aleksander retracts his fangs carefully, lapping at the small puncture wounds left on your throat. With his tongue pressed against them, the wounds stop bleeding quickly, allowing him to kiss your neck and murmur praises as you relish in your high. A singular tear falls from your cheek as the pleasure sinks into your body.

“Sasha.” You whine, and Aleksander snaps his fingers. Instantly, the other two pull themselves from your body.

“It’s alright milaya. I’m here.” A soft sigh leaves your lips, and your eyes flutter closed as he strokes your face affectionately.

At the sound of a low hiss, you look down at the end of the table where Billy sits, his head thrown back as he spills over his hand. Glancing over at Logan, you see him slumped in his own chair, sweeping his sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. Based on the mess over his crumpled trousers, the groan you heard earlier must have been Logan climaxing.

Aleksander reaches for the knife and begins to cut the ribbon from your body. With each limb freed, you slump to the table in a boneless heap, your eyes closing as you sink into a blissful sleep.

-

You come to when you’re in the bath, warm water cradling your aching body, rinsing away the mess of the evening. Blood mixes with fragrant soapy water, Aleksander must have already cleaned you, and soon you’re sitting in liquid the same colour as your tattered dress which now lies on the floor of the dining hall.

Aleksander holds a teacup to your lips, and you drink eagerly from the delicate porcelain. The tea slides down your throat quickly, soothing the hoarseness borne from your screams. There’s a sharpness in the flavour, something almost unnoticeable. Three drops of Aleksander’s blood, to help your wounds heal and to prolong your blissful state. When the cup is empty Aleksander pulls it away, and you whine, your body aching for more, longing for enough of his blood to turn you right now.

Billy and Logan will be cleaning themselves up in their own rooms before the four of you reconvene in the parlour for the evening, giving the brothers a chance to catch up with one another whilst you sit peacefully in Aleksander's lap until you eventually doze off.

But in this quiet moment you’re solely Aleksander’s. The other two have taken all they are allowed of you, and as much as he enjoys sharing you with his brothers once a year, you’ll always be his. After all, once he’s sure you’re ready, Aleksander will be your sire, ridding you of your mortality and ensuring that you stay just as you are now. Young, beautiful, and happy.

He leans over, kissing your lips softly. Grasping onto the front of his shirt, you attempt to slide your hand down his chest. He breathes out a small laugh, his head tilting aside playfully.

“Now what do you think you're doing, milaya?”

“You didn't finish.”

Confusion sparks in his eyes and his brows furrow as he ponders your words. Then he realises what you're talking about. His brothers had been more than content to fuck their fists to the sight of you, Aleksander hadn't. The only way he would find release would be buried in your pussy, and he wouldn't do that with anyone watching. Besides, you were exhausted. His fingers curl gently around your wrist, and he guides your hand back into the water.

“I can wait.” He assures you. You don't seem convinced, and he leans closer to nuzzle his face against your cheek. “How does waking up tomorrow morning with my cock inside you sound?”

You blink hurriedly, eyes glazing over, words sounding small and slurred slightly as you respond,

“It sounds good, Sasha.” He presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Good girl. You've made me very proud today.” Your cheeks are already flushed from the warmth of the bath, but they prickle with additional heat at the sound of Aleksander's praise.

“Thank you, Sasha.” You say, watching the bubbles slowly dissolve into the bath water. He smiles widely and stands, fetching a soft fluffy towel for you before he holds out his hand to help you out of the tub.

“Now, let's not keep our guests waiting.”

-

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Summary: When you love someone you’d do anything to make your relationship work, but you never expected your girlfriend to suggest you have sex with someone else. Like the saying goes, it's unrealistic for one person to be everything you need.

When you meet Wanda, you soon realize that maybe the saying was right - and just maybe, you have enough love for two people. The question is, will they be ok with the other occupying your heart?

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a/n: I'm really excited about this one! It started as a dream and then morphed into what may be a long series but damn has it been fun to write. I hope you all enjoy!

Oh shit me too

hey ive been really good about recycling and using reusable water bottles instead of disposable ones so why is there still an oil fire in the middle of the ocean

You're my sister, my sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you. To protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do.

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Twisted Devotion (Loki x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, DUB-CON, adopted sibling!reader, incestuous relationships, murder, violence, loss of virginity (m. and f.)

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summary: Loki was your guardian angel from the moment you were left at the palace doors. Angels fall sometimes, don’t they?

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Admist the Storm with the Darkling please?

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The Darkling was pacing by beside you, he was torn between staying with you and going up on the deck to look for the creature that he was hunting for you.

He knows you are running out of time, the poison draining your power and with it your life. You were losing the very thing that was your allure to him in the first place and it scared you to think about what if you would live but couldn't be his match anymore. He has gone so far to save you but the storm seemingly followed the sea monster and the closer you've got the more dangerous it became.

"Aleksander." It was a weak attempt to gain his attention, your voice so frail and dejected it shouldn't even be audible through the crashing waves and pouring rain.

He heard you though, your dark lover, your very own monster. He snapped in your direction, abruptly stopping and that angry demeanour would have intimidated anyone else.

"No!" he scolded you harshly as he moved to sit down by your side. "Don't even think about it."

Despite his tone, he was gentle with you when he pulled you closer, practically making you sit in his lap with your back to his front and your head resting against him.

Taking your hand in his, he does what he has been doing for the last few days, acting as an amplifier for you, keeping you anchored to this world.

"The ship will not survive the storm." You've heard you already lost more than one crew member and the ship took plenty of damage.

"We will." Came the defiant answer.

With two simple words, he managed to make you give up trying to convince him. It was a statement that held so many meanings.

He wanted to let you know that he will not allow you to leave him so there is no use to argue otherwise. It was also telling you that he would sacrifice anyone on this ship before he would let anything happen to you. And even then, even if the ship crashes he will make sure you'll live.

It should have scared you. This intensity of attachment, this uncaring attitude towards anyone else, the darkness in him. And maybe it did, in the beginning, but not anymore.

"Always so stubborn." You reach up to caress his cheek and he rewards you with a faint smile that almost reaches his eyes.

Aleksander bends down at an awkward angle and rests his forehead on yours, returning the affectionate touches.

"You promised me forever." He murmurs against your lips before giving you a feather-light kiss.

He can be soft for you and you'd like to think you could change him for the better but you also have no illusions about how being with him changed you. Forever is a long time to figure out the rest of your issues, as infinite as that sound, it is also full of uncertainty but you are not afraid, not with him by your side.

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Welcome to the United States of America where if you want to be safe from guns you die if you want to get a safe abortion you die if you're gay you die if you're black you die if you're a woman you die if you're disabled you die if you're a kid you die if you're a POC you die if you're trans you die and no one will do anything about it because some stupid cuntrags that are two steps away from tripping on a staircase and dying cling to some dipshit beliefs from over 6 decades ago and decide to make it everyone's problem

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This

Okay but the Darkling using the Fold to protect his country isn’t even out of the realm possibilities and actually a pretty reasonable way to keep his borders in control. Like we haven’t seen the Chinese do EXACTLY that with the Chinese Wall and the ancient Romans do with Hadrian’s Wall. Keeping the Fold surrounded in Ravka while at the same time controlling it with his Grisha, keeps both his people safe and ends that endless war they’re fighting. He’d reunite west and east Ravka if he and Alina work together actually, prompting trade to flow back into the rest of Ravka, both feeding his people and refilling the crown’s treasury.

And I’m sure the Darkling usurping the crown is framed as a bad thing, but if you look at the big picture... He is immortal, he would hold that seat for as long as he lives and bring stability to his country. No such thing as change in government when he dies and his heir follows because it will always be him. There isn’t a power vacuum after some unpopular king dies bc it will always be him. No risk of incompetent monarchs fucking shit up both for Grisha or plunging the country in unnecessary wars bc it will always be him. We’re talking about a perpetual regime that actually can have progressive growth because it will always be him. He’s had 500 years of serving countless kings on his repertoire, you cannot tell me he doesn’t know how to effectively rule a country. To secure his throne he could actually have Sankta Alina as his queen, Nikolai saw the truth in that by proposing to her, but Alina would have the better hold and be in a better position of power to not only rein in Aleksander’s more ruthless approaches, while at the same time actually helping the geopolitical situation the country is currently in. Who else better to be a queen than someone who thought she’d been non-Grisha all her life until it turns out that she was one? Who else better to gap the divide between the Grisha and otkazat’sya than a queen who knows and sees the perspective of both sides?

Idk. to me Shadow King and Sun Queen sounded like a better outcome for the Grisha and for Ravka in the long run than whatever the heck happened in canon.