mayfriend



Recent works

Recent series

  1. Words:
    5,967
    Works:
    3
    Bookmarks:
    3
  2. Summary

    In which Reginald Hargreeves can almost resemble a passable father figure after Allison helps him along. Who knew the apocalypse could be averted with something as simple as a proper childhood?

    Words:
    6,070
    Works:
    2
    Bookmarks:
    194
  3. Summary

    Liar! is still the first thing Harry Potter ever says to Lord Voldemort. Quirrell doesn’t know the words, had never met his master with a body and a scribbled-on wrist, but the thing on the back of his head starts, hesitates.

    Her wrist, he hisses to Quirrell, before he can stop himself, check her wrist.

    Quirrell flicks his wand at Harry’s tied up body, and her right sleeve rises. Her ribbon flutters to the ground. Even Quirrell understands, then. Master, he says, the stutter now long forgotten, Master it says… it says...

    Show me!

    Obedient, and terrified, Quirrell turns and the terrible, snake-like face looks down on Harry with those red, red eyes. She scrabbles for her sleeve, a task harder said than done when your arms are trapped at your sides, and she isn’t quick enough. Avada Kedavra, Voldemort reads in his own flawless script, and fury rises in him along with understanding.

    Words:
    87,981
    Works:
    3
    Bookmarks:
    768
  4. Words:
    97,066
    Works:
    1
    Bookmarks:
    288

Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark 12

    Tags
    Summary

    he finds alina in the pathetic back garden that’s long overgrown. her head is titled back slightly, eyes closed and the sun caressing her face. mal stops in his tracks, not wanting to disturb her. she always looks so tired, but in the golden warmth like this, it’s almost as if the sun was only made for her to bathe in its light.

    or: mal learns how to plait for alina.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    3,421
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    10
    Kudos:
    113
    Bookmarks:
    12
    Hits:
    902

    17 Oct 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    slowly, gently, he sweeps her hair back so it’s all collected in his hands. his fingers accidentally brush against her cheek as he does so and he pretends not to notice the way his heart skips a beat. alina’s always said that she hates her hair and that’s it’s too thin and flat and a weird colour brown. mal always defends her hair, saying that it’s pretty and the same colour as sankta neyar’s. to him, it’s the colour of the trees in the forest that feel more like a home than the orphanage ever does or the colour of the ink the cartographers use. it’s part of alina, and alina is part of him. 

  2. Public Bookmark 7

    Tags
    Summary

    As Alina escapes the palace, she does not climb into Jesper’s carriage, but instead runs into Mal. The two escape together, and go on the run. The story begins with slight rewrites of the events of episodes 1x04 and 1x05, then diverges from there. Slow burn, heaps of angst, mature content eventually.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    16,127
    Chapters:
    9/?
    Comments:
    24
    Kudos:
    60
    Bookmarks:
    7
    Hits:
    1454

    17 Oct 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “Do you know any other stories? Something like… a bedtime story, or a fairytale?”

    “A fairytale?”

    "No, I'm not… I'm not asking for a childhood story about princesses… That's not what I…" Alina sighed, her exhausted mind unable to express itself adequately.

    After a brief silence, Mal asked, "Do you know the story of Layla and Majnun?"

    "No," Alina said.

    Mal seemed to shift uncomfortably, and Alina moved her hand quickly, in case he rolled toward her and found her hand on his back. He settled back to his previous stillness quickly.

    "I think…the story was a poem first, and it's very old..." He trailed off, and was silent for so long this time that Alina thought he'd decided against recounting the tale for her. She knew he hadn't fallen asleep, because his breathing hadn't slowed, or deepened. His shoulders still seemed tense.

    "Mal—"

    "There was a beautiful young girl, Layla," Mal began, stopping Alina. "A boy, Qays, fell desperately in love with her, and she with him. When they were old enough, Qays asked to marry her, but her father refused, and kept them apart. Denied the woman he loved, Qays wrote poem after poem about her; for her. He never tried to hide his adoration, he never tempered his devotion. People noticed.

    "Layla's father continued to refuse to let Qays see her, and the longer they were kept apart… the deeper Qays' obsession became. Layla was miserable, and she could see what their separation was doing to Qays. She begged her father to let them be together, but her family felt that Qays was dangerous, and thought that the intensity of his love was more of a descent into madness. Layla's father promised her to another man… a more suitable match for her. A noble merchant who had power and wealth.

    "When Qays heard of the marriage, he fled into the desert, wandering for days to distract himself from the fact that the woman he…" Alina felt the bed shift slightly. "He couldn't bear the idea of Layla in the arms of another man, a man who had been arranged for her… Someone who most likely just thought of her as...useful."

    Mal's voice trailed off, and Alina frowned. "You said the story was about Layla and Majnun. Is Majnun the other man she married?"

    "'Majnun' means 'madman'…" Mal replied, turning his head to look up at the ceiling. "The nickname given to Qays as he wandered in the wilderness, pining for Layla."

    "Madman?" Alina repeated.

    "He roamed the desert, talking to himself, reciting poems of Layla's beauty and his love for her. He poured his longing and despair into his verse. When he strayed too close to the villages, people would write down what he said, and his words traveled… His poetry was made into song, and passed on scraps of paper. No matter where Layla's husband placed her, no matter how far away they traveled, Majnun's words of devotion and love always found her. Afraid of her new powerful husband, Layla kept quiet, her love silent, and secret. She knew Qays still loved her, despite her marriage to another man.

    "After years apart, Layla's husband died. Finally able to openly mourn her love for Qays, she slipped into a deep despair and under the weight of her broken heart, she died. She was buried in the wilderness, and Qays was later found dead on her grave, his final three verses of poetry, dedicated to her, carved into a nearby rock."

    Alina let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "That's not a very happy ending."

    "You didn't ask for a happy ending."

  3. Public Bookmark 12

    Tags
    Summary

    In the end, they are victorious.

    Or: The development of what should have been a tragedy.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    1,747
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    7
    Kudos:
    49
    Bookmarks:
    12
    Hits:
    614

    15 Oct 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    History is never kind, but the world weeps nevertheless.

  4. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    “Kaz Brekker…Sun Summoner...I’ve been waiting a long time for you.”
    “Hope that means you’ve built patience, then, because I anticipate you’re going to wait a fair bit more.”

    Kaz is the Sun Summoner, and boy is he pissed about it.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    34,747
    Chapters:
    17/?
    Comments:
    664
    Kudos:
    1295
    Bookmarks:
    202
    Hits:
    22452

    14 Oct 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “Do you want-”

    “A lot of people have died crossing the fold.”

    “A lot of people have died crossing the fold, yes,” Kaz repeats. It isn’t as though he has anything more productive to add to the conversation.

    “So if you have the power to stop it shouldn’t you-”

    “What purpose could it serve for someone like me? For someone like you?”

    “Saving lives should be enough,” She says, but even as she says it he can see in her eyes that she knows it won’t make much of a difference to him. She says it not to change his mind, but because she’s Inej and she has to say it and they both know that.

    Kaz scowls. He might laugh if laughter was something he could even find a way to muster. But he doesn’t. He shouldn’t be as irrationally angry about Inej’s expectations as he is, but he is. He’s angry. He’s been angry since he’s gotten here and sometimes he’s not even sure what to do with it all. He’s angry that people expect him to be some kind of hero, he’s angry that for once in his life he’s so far out of his depth he feels like he’s drowning all over again. No corpse of a loved one to keep him afloat. Not even the memory of one, haunting all his decisions and driving his determination to stay alive like it did in Ketterdam when the ghost of Jordie felt like it was everywhere.

    He’s fucking furious that people are shocked and upset and so fucking entitled about him being some kind of savior when no one-- no one -- ever considered saving him. Would never consider saving someone like him. Someone like Jordie. And these strangers, these Ravkan lives, Grisha lives, soldier lives, they’re so much more valuable than his just because they were too dumb to find a way out of a war they never wanted to fight in? People die in the fold every day, but if no one lifted a finger to save him why should he bother saving anyone else?

    If he’s so goddamn important, why was he left in a gutter to die?

    Fate, the saints, destiny, whatever you want to call it fucked him over so colossally that he’s this and can’t be the kind of person everyone wants him to be even if he somehow wanted to be it himself. But now the forces at work expect him to come and pick up the slack?

    No. There’s no reason for him to do it.

    Inej moralizing about how selfish it is to let people die if he can save them does nothing but put a feeling in his heart similar to getting a very tiny rock stuck in your shoe, and there’s nothing to be done about it unless you want to do the work of taking it all off just to shake it out. Inej isn’t worth shaking it out for.

    (Except that she is. She very very much is. )

    “When has anything ever been enough for me?” Kaz asks, more genuine and honest than he’s been with anyone in ages. But it won’t be enough for her. He knows it won’t be enough. The maximum vulnerability Kaz could ever imagine giving to anyone is nothing but a disappointment to her.

    And he can see it in her face.

  5. Public Bookmark 72

    Tags
    Summary

    Sankta Alina is a miracle like the world has never seen, but Alina is Alina.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    4,916
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    45
    Kudos:
    311
    Bookmarks:
    72
    Hits:
    2146

    14 Oct 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Sankta Alina: commander of the sun, saint of sunlight, bringer of light.

    What else?

    Mal hopes they make her the saint of orphans, of children witnessing the miracle of light for the first time, of the way sunlight streams in through the gaps in the tree canopy on a bright summer day, of meadows, of boys like him without homes to return to, of every single good and warm thing that exists in this world. The statue of Sankta Alina behind Mal makes him nervous, but if Alina asked, he’d build every single statue in Ravka with his bare hands.