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Alina and Aleks Take On the Porn Industry by t0bemadeofglass
Fandom Shadow and Bone (TV), The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo
24 Aug 2022
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In this pleasant soil His far more pleasant garden by sugarshakes
Fandoms: Shadow and Bone (TV), The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo
27 Nov 2021
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“You like plants,” the Darkling had observed when he found her in the gardens.
“They like me,” she answered.
That was the day that he first showed her the greenhouse.
(It's the darklina sex pollen fic)
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all things soft and beautiful by spryzzi_xxed
Fandoms: Shadow and Bone (TV), The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo
25 Nov 2021
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“Sasha?”
Alina had her head tilted slightly, white hair spilling over her shoulder all the way down to her hips, dark eyes looking inquisitively at him. “Are you listening?”
He shifted, trying to compose himself. “I- yes, of course, solnishka.”
Her lips curled up into a playful smile. “No you aren’t. You were too busy staring at me.”
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Still Remember The First Fall Of Snow by Smyrna for BriiB
Fandoms: The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone (TV)
25 Nov 2021
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"Alina was dreaming of snowflakes floating in the sky, the beautiful lake frozen in the cold weather, and she was dreaming of him again. Everything was clear as day, except for him. No matter how hard she squinted her eyes, Alina couldn’t see his beautiful, sharp face. She tried, she tried so hard to catch a glimpse just for a moment but it was like he was far, far away even though he stood right next to her. All she could see was the shadow of his tall silhouette. Alina knew what day she was dreaming of. It was the day he kissed her for the first time under the falling snow."
or Alina has had enough of living as a powerless housewife and wants her powers and soulmate back. And there is only one way for her to get those back.
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Alina turned her face and hid it against his chest. “I wish you could have some peaceful nights. Your life can’t be measured in victories or defeats. It’s too tiring. You need respite,” she said.
He sighed, moving her with it and nudging her head back to look at her. “I have my respite in you. The strain of it alone was sometimes crushing. But I have no desire for bitterness. My mind is clearer when I look for the potential gains.”