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🏷 tag drop; Aleksander Morozova - The Darkling

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Aleksander Morozova; Muse Info

Full Name; Aleksander Morozova Nickname; N/A Alias(es); General Kirigan, The Black General, The Black Heretic & Starless Saint Face Claim; Ben Barnes Gender; Male Pronouns; He/Him Marital Status; Single Sexuality; Pansexual Age;  Ancient Date Of Birth; Unknown Occupation; General of the Second Army Residence; Ravka, The Little Palace Species;  Grisha  Grisha Type; Shadow Summoner Family; Baghra(Mother) Verses; None Biography;  Creation of the Shadow Fold; Many centuries ago, known then as the Black Heretic, the Darkling returned home to his partner Luda, who was also a Grisha Healer. Not long after his return, their home was surrounded by the King’s soldiers, demanding that the Darkling turn himself over. The Darkling did as instructed and gave himself up peacefully. However, the King's men had no intentions of bringing him in and shot the Darkling with arrows. Fortunately, Luda remained hidden inside, healing the Darkling as he was struck with each arrow. However, one of the soldiers managed to capture Luda and kill her. Enraged by her death, the Darkling used the Cut, killing nearly a dozen of the King’s men. The Darkling rode on horseback to the sanctuary with Luda’s body, hoping to heal her, but he was too late. The Darkling then informed his mother of the soldiers sweeping west. Baghra blamed the Darkling for making the King afraid, so now in turn he sought to make the Grisha fear him. The Darkling reminded Baghra that she taught him how to kill, meaning their blood is on her hands as much as his own. She urged him to flee west to Kerch and wait for the King to die. Then he could return under a new identity and make peace with the new King. However, the Darkling refused to run while Grisha were in trouble. He sought to train them how to fight, but with so few of them actually knowing for to fight, the Darkling decided he would make a new army as Morozova did by forging new life to amplify their power using merzost. Despite his mother’s warning, the Darkling sought out Morozova’s journals in the archives. Just outside the sanctuary stood more of the King’s men, armed with arrows. The King wanted the Darkling in custody. Surrounded by dozens of soldiers, the Darkling raised his hands. Using merzost, he turned the King’s men into his own army, unintentionally creating the Fold in the process. The Sun Summoner’s awakening; General Kirigan arrives at the campsite of the First Army to see the skiff off as they travel into the Fold to Novokribirsk to retrieve supplies. General Kirigan requests for Alina Starkov to be brought to his tent after hearing that she allegedly destroyed the volcra attacking the skiff with light. He suspects that she may be the highly prophesized Sun Summoner and asks what she is. Alina insists that she is nothing more than an ordinary map maker. However, when Zoya Nazyalensky swears that Alina emitted a searing light, General Kirigan asks where she grew up and when she was tested, but Alina claims not to remember. He then grabs her forearm and makes a small incision, causing a beam of light to shoot from her arm and through the roof of the tent, confirming the Darkling’s suspicion. General Kirigan rescues Alina on the road to the Little Palace, where her carriage is attacked by the drüskelle, one of whom manages to pull Alina from the wagon and drag her into the field. Armed with a hatchet, the drüskelle raises his hand to Alina, but before he can bring his hand down, General Kirigan arrives and slices the man in two with "the Cut." He then helps Alina up and takes her the rest of the way to the Little Palace, during which time he explains that what Alina witnessed was a signature summoner move known as the Cut. Kirigan believes that the attempt on Alina’s life proves just how much their enemies fear her existence. Her light show in the Fold must’ve alerted them. She may well be the first of her kind, but they’ve always had a name for her — someone who could harness light and use it to destroy the Fold from within, but Alina doesn’t wish to be Grisha. She views her abilities as a curse as opposed to a gift. He then asks Alina once more if she was tested as a child. Alina reveals that she and Malyen Oretsev hid during the testing, as she didn’t want to be separated from her only friend. Kirigan drops Alina off at the Little Palace and orders for her to be taken to the vezda suite. She asks if she’s a prisoner. Kirigan replies that all of Ravka is until they banish the Fold. The King’s blessing; General Kirigan escorts Alina to see the King. With his blessing, Alina will hopefully remain at the Little Palace for training. Kirigan introduces her as the Sun Summoner who will rid them of the Shadow Fold. The King and Queen, like others, are skeptical of Alina’s alleged sun summoning powers. Kirigan consumes the room in darkness before grabbing Alina’s wrist and invoking her abilities. Alina calls onto the sun and lights up the entire room. The King applauds and agrees that Alina should remain at the Little Palace with General Kirigan for training. Before parting ways, he welcomes Alina home. Seducing Alina; General Kirigan requests for Alina to join him for a horseback ride around the palace, though she chooses not to wear the black kefta he handpicked for her — black being his color. He takes Alina to a fountain and asks how she’s adjusting to life at the palace. Alina admits that she feels lonely, a sentiment the Darkling knows well enough. When he was a boy, he used to hide by the fountain once he realized he was the descendant of the Black Heretic, the creator of the Fold and the most hated Grisha in Ravka. He’d go to the fountain, throw a coin, and wish that he could be anyone else. Kirigan has devoted his life to undoing the sin of his ancestor, but he’s never seen as the solution, only the reminder of the problem. Alina is hopefully his solution, but she fears that if she fails to destroy the Fold that she will become the most hated Grisha in Ravka. Kirigan promises that he won’t allow that to happen and assures her they will change the world. General Kirigan informs Fedyor that Nina Zenik has been on a priority mission for him and that she hasn’t reported in. He fears that she’s been captured and tasks Fedyor with finding her. General Kirigan receives an unexpected visit from Alina during the late hours of the night while looking over a map of Ravka. They can only defeat their enemies if they present a united front, but there has been talk of an uprising in the west led by their First Army General. Kirigan is disgusted at the thought of their own people turning their backs on them. Shadows begin to engulf the room as Kirigan becomes overwhelmed with grief and anger. Alina grabs his hand and light fills the room. Having gained his attention, she tells him that he is not alone. Her face cupped in his hands, he says that he’s waited a long time for her. Winter fete; General Kirigan prepares for the winter fete. Alina enters his room and admits that she was nervous at first but that she’s confident in her abilities. The longer she spends at the palace, the more she realizes that she’s a part of something greater and that they can offer a brighter future for Grisha. When he expresses his feelings for her and says that she means a lot to everyone, Alina kisses him. That evening, Kirigan is joined in the ballroom by Alina, wearing a black kefta. He then guides Alina up to the stage and introduces her as their liberator. General Kirigan fills the room in darkness, allowing Alina to bring light, amazing the guests. General Kirigan meets with Mal after learning that he spotted the stag north of Chernast, twice as big as any other, all white with enormous antlers marked by a symbol. When Kirigan asks for an exact location, Mal demands to see Alina first, insisting that they’re close friends. In exchange, he will give General Kirigan the location of the stag. Despite already being aware of Mal’s relationship with Alina, Kirigan asks Mal to prove that he knows her by revealing something that only few would know about her, such as her favorite flower, which Mal reveals is blue iris. Assuming Mal is telling the truth, Kirigan promises to bring Alina to him. General Kirigan returns to his room with Alina, where the two of them proceed to kiss until they are interrupted by Ivan, who reveals that Marie and Genya were attacked in the fitting room and that Alina was the target. General Kirigan leaves but assures Alina that he will return. However, by the time he makes his way back, Alina is gone. He goes searching for her in the courtyard, where he finds his mother Baghra, instead. And she reveals that she’s disposed of Mal in order to prevent him from finding the stag. Baghra knows his true intentions — to manipulate Alina into helping him expand the Fold. He now realizes that his mother is the reason for Alina’s disappearance and threatens her should Alina have been harmed. Hunting Alina; General Kirigan interrogates the man who killed Marie while attempting to assassinate Alina. With Ivan at his side monitoring the man’s heartbeat, he detects that the prisoner is lying. Kirigan realizes that the man they have before them is actually the Conductor, Arken Visser, who has been smuggling Grisha out of the Little Palace to find refuge elsewhere. Kirigan has been surveying Visser for some time, revealing that Nina is one of his spies. The last report he had from her was that she’d be crossing the Fold with the Conductor and three rogues from Ketterdam, but they haven’t heard from Nina since. Visser insists that he had nothing to do with Nina’s disappearance, which Ivan confirms. Kirigan suspects that Visser struck a deal with the three rogues but that he had a stronger relationship with West Ravkan General, Zlatan, who has notions of ruling his own country so long as the Fold remains intact. Supposedly, Visser made another deal with him to kill Alina. Visser admits this is true and offers to kill General Zlatan, but Kirigan declines his offer before consuming Visser in darkness. Fedyor reports to General Kirigan that Nina was abducted by Fjerdans and put on a ship with other Grisha captives bound for the Ice Court, meaning someone likely gave her up. Kirigan orders Fedyor to reach the western coast, go as far north as he can, and bring back any Grisha he finds. Barring that, General Kirigan orders him to bring back a Fjerdan as well. General Kirigan requests for Zoya to join him at sundown when he leads a team in pursuit of the criminals that took Alina. Zoya questions if Alina may have left of her own free will, noting that Alina never fit in at the Palace. However, Kirigan could relate to her, as the King’s soldiers treated him the same way because they knew he was more important than any of them. Zoya recalls how Kirigan used to call on her when his table was messy but his bed was neat. She’d help him make it the other way around. She seeks to rekindle what they once had, but General Kirigan is only interested in Alina. General Kirigan and his team track the Crows down to Ryevost, where Kirigan comes face to face with Kaz Brekker. He asks where they've stashed Alina. Kaz reveals that she fled on her own and that he doesn’t know where she is. Kirigan calls on the Cut and slashes in Kaz’ direction, but Kaz dodges the attack with a smoke bomb and flees. From a few of the local soldiers, General Kirigan learns that Alina fled north into the woods. They also reveal that Mal came through looking for her as well, leading Kirigan to suspect that they’re going after the stag. Killing the stag; The Darkling and his team track down Alina and Mal and prevent them from killing the stag. Mal is gravely wounded during the scuffle, as is the stag. General Kirigan attempts to kill the creature, but Alina deflects his strike. However, Alina can either help Mal or kill the stag. Alina chooses Mal, allowing for General Kirigan to deliver the killing blow to the stag, decapitating the creature with the Cut. General Kirigan recalls that when he and Alina first met, she wished she could give her powers to someone else. Now, she’s being given the chance, Kirigan claims. He heals Mal as promised and proposes that he and Alina join forces. Together, they can end all wars and protect the Grisha. Alina asks if they are destroying the Fold. He replies they can do anything and then extends his hand to Alina. She takes his hand, and then David Kostyk crafts the stag’s antlers into a collar. The antlers infuse with Alina, with the sharp ends protruding from her shoulder blades and another piece of the antler being infused in Kirigan’s hand, thus bridging the gap between the two, allowing him to control her powers given that he killed the stag. General Kirigan takes Alina and Mal back to the First Army’s camp, where Mal is kept chained to a banister. Mal refers to him as the Black Heretic and promises to kill him the first chance he gets. Kirigan acknowledges that Mal and Alina care greatly for one another judging by the letters Kirigan read between the two. Admittedly, Alina may take years to forgive him, but as Grisha, Kirigan can wait, whereas Mal will age and one day she will forget all about him and realize that she only has one equal, that being the Darkling. So he doesn’t need to kill Mal, as time will do it for him. General Kirigan enters Alina’s tent simply to talk. However, she accuses him of being the Black Heretic and killing her friends and parents via the Fold. Karigan claims that he hasn’t lied to her, only told her half truths. As for poisoning the King and conspiring with the Apparat, Kirigan admits this is true. Continuing to serve such a King would make him a traitor to his country. Kirigan claims that everything he’s ever done was to make Ravka and Grisha safer, including forcing the collar on Alina. He begs her to join him, but she refuses. Still, they board the skiff into the Fold. Expanding the Shadow Fold; The skiff enters the Fold, and General Kirigan binds Alina’s feet to the deck of the ship. When the volcra near the skiff, General Kirigan uses Alina’s power to create a tunnel of light for safe passage. He then reveals that he has no intentions of destroying the Fold. He intends to expand it. Once they reach the other side of the Fold leading into Novokribirsk, General Kirigan expands the Fold, engulfing the city and killing many in the process. He declares that the Fold is his to control and tells the passengers to take what they’ve seen back to their home countries and spread the word, for there will be no more war with Ravka. Mal joins them on deck shooting several soldiers before being stopped by Ivan. General Kirigan turns his attention to Zoya upon realizing that she has betrayed him. However, before he can act, he is under attack by the Crows. Jesper shoots at him and Inej pierces his chest with a blade, though he pulls the knife out with little difficulty before pulling the dark in closer on the back end of the skiff, leaving Zoya and Inej susceptible to the volcra. The Darkling then extends his hand to Alina. She grabs Inej’s knife and stabs General Kirigan, removing the stag’s bone that was embedded in his hand, granting Alina full control of her abilities as she reveals that she was able to claim the stag’s power because it chose her when she decided to spare its life. She then proceeds to call on the light as Mal tackles General Kirigan overboard. Kirigan and Mal battle alongside the skiff. Mal keeps Kirigan distracted long enough for the volcra to sneak up behind and attack him. Despite being torn apart by the volcra, the Darkling emerges from the Fold, followed by his nichevo'ya.

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🏷 tag drop: A.leksander M.orozova

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Painful Petals | Aleksander. M

A/N: Its based off that one tik tok audio Warnings: softer!aleksander? Fem!Reader WC: 1485

Part two

You smiled at genya as she fiddled with your hair.

“What is it?” She questioned with a small, tired smile. “I’ll miss this with you genya…” She tilted her head to the side curious at your words.

“You’ll just be moving rooms after the fete, not like you’re going away….you’re not leaving, right..?” She questioned.

“No, but it’ll be a bit different around the palace after tonight..” You trailed off, thinking of a certain newly found couple in the little palace that included your husband.

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As genya walked out of your room and towards Alina she ran into aleksander who paced around the halls.

“Ms Saffin.” He greeted.

“General.” She nodded back. As she went to turn into alina’s room she stopped in front of the doors and turned to aleksander.

“Is lady kirigan alright?” She questioned, making aleksander raise his head and look at genya with an unreadable expression.

“Why do you ask?” 

Genya shrugged.

“Just seemed off this morning.” She said before walking into alina’s room to get her ready for the fete.

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You looked at your dress with a heavy heart, it wasn’t your husband’s black, it was a dark green gown. 

Tears fell as you looked over your closet and noticed the farthest item in the back being your wedding kefta. 

You sighed before wiping away the tear and closed the closet doors before walking towards your bed and opened the nightstand.

WIth shaky hands you pulled out an old journal, you flipped through pages til you found your desired page.

“Hanahaki Disease | Death do you part.” 

Your tears fell down your face as your felt a dreadful cough crawl up your throat.

It had begun before alina had arrived to the little palace, when aleksander hid his affair with zoya from you. 

You noticed in the beginning you delt with weird petals in your coughing fits, you had panicked and ran to a healer where they claimed you as fine.

The second thing you took note of was when you had coughed up flowers buds and thorns mixed in.

When you had discovered the journal you had been tempted to hide it away, it wasn’t till you had hard time breathing properly you went back to the journal to read the rest, you had learned of your condition and kept in silent, it was already hectic with the new sun summoner around.

You had brokedown when you found out the outcome of your illness, you had grown to accept your fate, who knew possibly the saints were going to reward you for being brave by dealing with the illness by giving you a loving life in the next.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You smiled as you greeted guests who passed by you.

“That’s general kirigan’s wife, poor thing hasn’t got a clue..” Two ambassadors gave you pity looks as they noticed zoya walking by aleksander who spoke ivan and feydor.

“Saints, bless her..” They whispered as you excused yourself to walk over to aleksander.

“Gentlemen.” You greeted, making them turn to you and greet you back.

“May i steal him away for a bit?” You questioned, your arm looping aleksander’s for support.

“Of course, lady kirigan!” You smiled and walked yourself and aleksander to the nearest balcony.

“You look nice tonight, aleksander..” You smiled as him as you let yourself go from his arm and held onto the balcony railing.

“You as well.” He looked around the balcony and noticed your gaze on the dark sky.

“I still remember when you snuck us out to see the stars..” You chuckled to yourself.

“You remember that?” Alexander asked, surprised.

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“I don’t we should be doing this, what if we get caught by someone, we don’t have a chaperone..” You rambled as aleksander helped you onto his horse. 

“Well, i’m their general..” He tried to argue back.

“Oh my bad, you’re the general, that changes the story now!” You both laughed as he had the horse trott through the forest.

“Where are we even going?” You questioned, looking around at the passing trees.

“You mentioned, the palace grounds were always to lit to see the stars.” He turned his head to see your embarrassed expression.

“You remembered?” You smiled as he slowled the horse down and helped you get down.

“Why are you surprised?” He chuckled as you looked at the sky with a wide grin.

You both had sat on the grass and watched the stars for a bit before your spoke up.

“No ones snuck me out of my room to show me stars, thank you aleksander..” You turned your head to him where he smiled at you.

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“Had a hard time explaining why I had grass stains on my nightgown..” you both laughed at your words.

Before aleksander could say anything else, ivan came to tell aleksander of the lantsov’s.

“If you excuse me..” You grabbed aleksander’s kefta sleeve.

“Before you go, i just wanted to tell you, that you were a wonderful husband experience..” you smiled, sadly at him.

“Thank you, now i must go greet the lantsov’s.” 

You left go of his hand with a heavy sigh, you quietly stood out on the balcony, weeping at your upcoming fate.

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As you walked into the palace you watched as alina and aleksander do their demonstration.

You felt your stomach twist as you caught the way he stared at her, it was how he looked at you during your wedding.

Without anyone noticing you had ran to your new room, all of your things had been put away and set in their correct spots.

Finally being alone in your room, you broke down.

You cried over the lost of your marriage, your husband and soon your life.

You had questioned why the saints were torturing you by the thoughts of your husband with alina or zoya.

A rough cough came out of your mouth, bloody rose buds fell out of your mouth along with petals and thorns.

You gasped as it got stuffier in your lungs to breath properly.

Your eyes watered as you fell to your knees, giving up as a rose blossomed out of your throat, choking you out.

Your times with aleksander fled your mind as you laid on the floor, accepting your fate.

He was a wonderful experience.

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A scream from down the hall made alina and aleksander jump from their position on the war table.

As the pair tried to brush it off a rapid knock on the doors made aleksander sigh and moved away from alina to answer.

“Yes, what is it?” Aleksander was taken back, it was a tearful genya and sorrow looking feydor who stood in front of him.

“Lady kirigan…” genya broke down as she tried to explain it.

“We’re sorry…lady kirigan has..passed on.” Feydor explained, aleksander stood up at the news.

“Excuse me?” He questioned. 

The pair lead him to your room, where the servants had laid you in your bed, ivan watched over with a pitiful expression.

Aleksander walked over towards your bed and noticed the curtains surrounding the bed were drawn closed.

He drew back the curtain and froze at the sight of your body. 

There you laid, lifeless. A bloody rose blossomed out of your mouth, ivan had been the one to shut your eyes to let your rest.

“What happened to her?” He questioned, his hand running to your hand were is was barley warm anymore.

“A servant found her on the ground with bloody flower petals and thorns around her..” Ivan explained.

Aleksander kept his eyes on the rose. “Everyone out.” He commanded, his voice wavering a tad.

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Once the door had shut, he let tears fall as he held your hand.

“I had just seen you hours before, you were fine..what happened?!” He ranted, shaking your hand, hoping for you to stir and tell him it was a cruel harsh joke.

Memories of you played in his mind as he held your hand to his cheek.

“You look nice tonight, aleksander..” You smiled as him as you let yourself go from his arm and held onto the balcony railing.

“You as well.” He looked around the balcony and noticed your gaze on the dark sky.

“I still remember when you snuck us out to see the stars..” You chuckled to yourself. It was nice to hear your laughter again.

“You remember that?” Alexander asked, surprised. It had been years since. 

“I had a hard time explaining why I had grass stains on my nightgown..” you both laughed at your words.

Before aleksander could say anything else, ivan came to tell aleksander of the lantsov’s.

“If you excuse me..” You grabbed aleksander’s kefta sleeve. 

“Before you go, i just wanted to tell you, that you were a wonderful experience..” you smiled, sadly at him.

“Thank you, now i must go greet the lantsov’s.” He rushed off, unbeknown to him, it would be the last time he left you behind.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“You were, my everything.” He whispered quietly.

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Omg I would love a Jamie Tartt x reader where the readers ex boyfriend was a footballer maybe a goalie and Jamie has to play against him in a match. I know it’s very vague but I’d love to see what you’d do! No pressure!! :))

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would hit him in a heartbeat now

You do not have a thing for footballers you swear. It just happens. You’ve been in exactly three and a half relationships, and only one of them was not a footballer.

He was a coach.

Anyway.

You would describe your type as lovable asshole, but your friends would leave out the lovable. Because of that, none of your splits have been exactly… amicable. Well, that’s not true. Your situationship had been sweet but wrong timing, and though it hurt, there were no hard feelings. 

Really, you were both in your late teens and he was scouted early on, so it was never going to work out. You always keep up with his career though, a part of you secretly cheering him on even if he plays against your boyfriend’s team. From time to time, you think about texting him to see if he has the same number, but the next day you see him splashed in a tabloid, making out with Keeley Jones, so you leave it. 

Six months later, you’re in a relationship with a West Ham goalie named Aleksander.

Seven months after that, he’s broken your heart by telling you you weren’t the right material for a footballer’s girlfriend.

Over text.

While you are at an away game.

Against AFC Richmond.

Eight minutes later you turn off the part of your brain that cares, dig out Jamie Tartt’s old number, and write, hey! not sure if this is still your number, but I’ll be at your game today and wanted to wish you luck. - the original number 9.

Your house number had been 9 when you first met Jamie. He’d write you notes addressed to 9. For example:

9 -

Meet me at our spot at 8?

10 <3

(He called himself a 10/10).

Ten hours later, you are sitting across from Jamie in a pub, laughing about growing up and whatever, all thoughts of Aleksander firmly gone from your head. 

He asks you out after flirting for eleven days.

—

You and Jamie have a certain level of comfortability that comes with knowing someone for so long. Neither of you feel like you have to pretend. You just live with each other, and it is the best. 

You’re on your fifth date, and second one at his house when, as you get up to go, he catches your hand and says, “Stay,” in a voice made gravelly by kisses.

You let him pull you back on the couch, and you do.

You end up staying a lot.

You’re together for a year, when, sitting on that same couch, Jamie says, “Playin’ West Ham next week.”

The marker in your hand slips from where you were coloring his tattoo. “What?”

“We go against West Ham next week. Wanna come?” Jamie asks, oblivious.

You trace the design on his right forearm. “I do, it’s just- Aleksander’s gonna be there. As their goalie. And I’d rather not be there to hear what he has to say to me.” You look up at Jamie. “It’s not because I don’t want to be there for you. It’s that- well, he, he always has things to say about his exes. And it’s not kind. I don’t really think I can handle it right now, you know?”

Jamie looks at you thoughtfully and nods, slipping his hand into yours. 

“D’you want to stay here while I’m gone? ’Stead of hanging around your flatmate. Might be nice to have a break.”

You smile, squeeze his hand and reply, “Sure!” grateful that he’s not pushing it.

Jamie grins back. “Good, I hate coming home to an empty house. Always hearing sounds like there’s ghosts or some shit.”

You laugh and shove his arm playfully. “And here I thought you were being completely selfless.”

—

It’s the day of the West Ham game. You’ve stolen one of Jamie’s jerseys from his closet and are on the couch with the largest bowl of popcorn known to mankind. You’re a little nervous to see Aleksander on the screen, but it’s overshadowed by your excitement to see Jamie play.

A quarter into the game, Jamie starts making his move. The team gets the ball near the goal, he shoots and-

He’s blocked by Aleksander.

Aleksander goes up to Jamie, and from your screen you see him ask a question and then make a lewd gesture.

Jamie’s face goes bright red and in an instant, Colin is holding him back from hitting Aleksander.

You see Jamie be pulled away, then watch him jog over to the coaches. Here’s what you don’t see:

“Permission to be a prick, coach,” Jamie says, still seeing red. How dare that dickhead say something so disgusting about you.

“Fuck no,” Roy says in a tone that says no arguing. 

“Coach,” Jamie says, because he’s never been one for self-preservation, “if you don’t tell me to be a prick, I’m going to be one all by meself, so I really think it’s better if you just give me permission.”

Ted, Beard, and Roy look at each other. Ted nods. “Alright Jamie, if you think that’s best then I guess, uh,” he holds up his middle finger behind his jacket. Roy and Beard follow suit, and Jamie smiles.

The game’s back on and you watch Jamie get going again. He kicks the ball and it hits Aleksander in the worst possible spot.

“Ooh!” You cover your mouth with your hands. That looks like an accident, but you know it’s not. There was a closeup of Jamie, and you can see that glint in his eye. He’s being a little prick.

He goes up to Aleksander to “check on him,” and whispers something in his ear. Aleksander, still doubled over in pain, nods. Jamie slaps him on the back a little too forcefully, then swaggers away, tongue out. 

You’re going to ask him about it when he gets home.

—

Richmond loses, and when Jamie walks into his house you’re on him in a moment. His hands are tangled in your hair and you’re tugging on his shirt and it’s not till three hours later, as you’re laying in bed playing with his hair, that he says, “I don’t regret it.”

It takes you a moment. “What?”

Jamie’s laying on top of you so he pushes himself up a bit to meet your eyes. “I don’t regret kicking that ball into that dickhead’s dick. I just wish I could have kicked him harder.”

“What happened out there, Jaim? You were mad-mad.”

He shakes his head slightly. “What do you think? That fuckin prick asked me a dirty question about you, and I lost it. Didn’t care about the game anymore. Didn’t want him to think he could fuckin get away with it.”

He looks so distraught and sincere that you can’t help it, you have to kiss that look off his face.

“I love you, Jamie Tartt,” you whisper. His face turns devilish.

“Mind showing me just how much?” he asks and you dissolve in a fit of giggles as he begins to pepper kisses along your neck.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[kasagia]

Can't catch me now... pt. 2

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling xgrisha! reader Summary: The Hunger Games in Ravka. 12 districts. 12 tributes. 12 mentors. 11 young people die every year. 1 winner. Aleksander was a mentor to many. But only your face will haunt him for centuries. Inspired by: The Hunger Games. I changed the world of both of them a bit. Word Count: 4,4 k Taglist: @flostvs1508 @watersquirtpewpewboomm @aoi-targaryen @summersummoner-pat @il0vebeingdelulu @chelseyyouraverageluigi @msblacklupin Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist PART 1 ~•♤♤♤•~

"You look like death. Have you even slept an hour?" You shrug at Genya's question. The woman sighs and works on your face to make you presentable. "The general was furious. He's a good man, despite everything they say about him. You have to understand that... he didn't expect this turn of events, and his stoic attitude was violated. I swear, this is the second time I've seen him lose his cool. And I've been here since I was a child."

"When was the first time?" You ask curiously, not believing her for a moment. You couldn't trust anyone here. You could only count on yourself and no one else. You missed Alina a lot.

"I will tell you this with a complete twist. Anyway, if someone asks, you didn't know it from me. 40 years ago, in the Hunger Games, the General was... asked to be a mentor. Her name was Luda. She was brave and beautiful, with a good heart and a pure soul. She was a healer in her village. She volunteered. In exchange for her younger sister."

"And what happened? He scared her with his shadows because she was a vegetarian and didn't want to eat meat to get stronger?" You mock, as she is making final amendments to your look.

"She died." An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Genya was blindly combing your hair, obviously thinking about her. You could see from the look in her eyes that she must have been especially close to this tribute. "She was... close to the general. He had been mourning her death for a very long time. And I don't want to spread rumours, but the tribute who killed her and won the Hunger Games was found hanging in the forest near his home village. His family was soon convicted of conspiring against the crown and hanged in a more… spectacular way."

"I feel like you're not telling me this just to satisfy my curiosity." You guess as she finally pulls away from you.

You don't know what's worse, when she fixes your face with her strange power or when she looks at you intently, looking for something else to improve your appearance. You weren't used to caring THAT much about yourself. Because who would want to look at an orphan?

"I just want to warn you that… our choices don't necessarily affect only us." You roll your eyes at her attempt at intimidation. Of course. He couldn't make you do anything himself, so he sent his minions to convince you. Quite pathetic, like for the terrible Darkling, who everyone feared.

"I am an orphan. There's nothing he can take from me. I... I have nothing left to lose or to care about..." You say it quietly, rubbing your wrist with your hand. You try hard not to think about Alina and Mal. Your only family... all you have left after those you lost.

"And your life?"

"We're all going to die someday, Genya." Your soft whisper seals the uncomfortable silence.

You think about your parents and siblings—everyone you lost—and the life you could have had that fate ripped from you before you learned how to fight for yourself. You lost everything as a child. There's nothing left for you. At least nothing good.

"Here. You look amazing. There is only one thing missing." She says this with a smile and takes out a long, black coat with black and white embroidery from the closet. It's a kefta. A fucking kefta.

"What the hell is that?" You ask angrily, standing up from your chair and looking at the piece of clothing in utter disgust.

"The general ordered it especially for you. You are a Grisha. You are one of us, and you should present yourself as such." She says this and puts the kefta on the chair.

You walk up to it and run your hand over the material. You expected something rough—just like the general's character—and uncomfortable to wear, since the keftas protected Grisha from every blade and bullet, but this... was nothing like armor. It was soft and cozy. Like velvet. Nothing you may have experienced in your district.

"Black? Isn't that his colour?" You ask, trying to reassure yourself of how terrible this damn thing is.

"Merzost is closely associated with the Darkling bloodline in our culture, since he used it to create the fold. Consider it a… coincidental coincidence." You snort when you hear her explanation. If anything, it was a sign of belonging. The general's new toy. Freak of nature. What a pity he'll lose you before he can use you for the good of his fucking Grisha.

"Other people won't see it like that. You know this, so stop lying to me." The redhead sighs, running a hand through her hair.

"Just put it on. People need to know that the king broke his word to Grisha to force you to participate in the Hunger Games, breaking part of the covenant between us."

"This isn't my war to fight, Genya. Besides, I'm going to die in games anyway, so what's the difference?" Your response only enraged her more.

She didn't raise her voice, and you wouldn't have recognized her emotions unless you saw her hands tremble slightly before she placed them behind her back. You wonder how many times she has had to hide her true feelings.

"You have Merzost in your veins, the most powerful force you can draw from. Do you really want to give it all up? Lose the opportunity you have in front of you? Do you know how many of us have been waiting for you?" She asks with resentment in her voice, but you really don't want to argue with her.

You know it doesn't make sense because they are all here believing in some stupid children's story, a fairy tale that made you a savior in their eyes, and now, since you have finally arrived, you are supposed to fly around and pretend to be a hero you know you are not. As if you could do anything you wanted.

"I was dead long before I was chosen for The Hunger Games. Year after year I was only prolongs the inevitable. I am sorry, but that's the truth. Don't get your hopes up."

"I see that my favourite suicide is in good shape today." Your discussion is interrupted by the appearance of the Darkling. You sigh, rolling your eyes at him. You seriously considered throwing yourself at the spear of one of those ancient armored knights that decorated the halls of the palace. At least you wouldn't have to endure his presence any longer. "Are you rested? Fed?"

"Don't you have something else to do instead of keeping an eye on me? Or send your minions to do it for you? This is getting tiring and irritating." Genya gives you an offended look. She huffs, leaving the chambers as she gets a nod from the Darkling.

"I am your mentor. It's my duty to take care of you." He says, clasping his hands behind him once you're left alone. He looks at you carefully and takes a step towards you. This time, you don't step back but stare at him defiantly.

"Then it is with great pleasure that I would like to relieve you of this obligation." Your words only make him chuckle. He straightens a piece of your hair, tucking it behind your ear. His fingertips brush against your cheek, making you shiver. However, you do nothing to let him know how much his proximity bothers you.

"Oh, you won't make it. Only a king can do this. Do you like your kefta?" He asks, changing the subject. You turn your head towards the offending fabric still hanging on the chair.

"It looks like a floor rag." You say, not hiding your disgust. He chuckles darkly again. He takes the kefta in his hands and unfolds it, pretending to look at it carefully as he walks over to you again.

"Then Karamzin must be richer than I thought, if this is what your floor rags look like. Especially the orphanage."

"Have you been rummaging through my files? What for?" You ask in shock, trying to mask your fear. If he finds out about Alina and Mal… you don't want to have any more deaths on your conscience.

"Better put it on if you don't want to find out very soon." You decide to follow your better judgement instead of your pride and turn your back on him, letting him put on the hideous kefta. Surprisingly, the material hugs you perfectly. You feel warm and soft—the complete opposite of what you know. You gasp in shock as he reaches for his belt and pulls you towards him. You bump into his chest as he tightens the belt around your waist. "Good girl. Now, put your hand in the crook of my arm and smile nicely, and everything will turn out great today. And if you keep behaving as a good girl, you'll get dessert tonight."

"I'd rather gouge out my eyes and sew my mouth shut than be an obedient little doll that you can dress however you want and show everyone."

"I'd reconsider it if I were you. The chefs baked a chocolate cake today. With chocolate-covered cherries on top. Have you ever had a chance to eat something like it?" He smiles, almost mischievously, as he stands next to you, still waiting for you to follow his instructions.

"Son of a bitch." You mutter under your breath and he laughs. He must have been drunk. He couldn't be in such a good mood. Not him.

"That's actually very ture, my little wellspring." He says and leads you to a slaughter worse than the Hunger Games... he leads you to a party for the Games. Among the nobility. You shudder just thinking about this nightmare (not because he puts his bigger hand on yours).

"You have a very beautiful dress!" You force a fake smile on your lips when a noblewoman compliments you.

"Thank you." You say, sipping your glass of wine. The only good thing that happened to you at the party was alcohol. And even then, the Darkling tried to limit you to this one pleasure, making sure that you didn't drink too much.

Your head hurt from all the nonsense conversations with all these people who were only famous for being born into rich families. Terrible. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice several tributes also struggling to maintain their composure. At least you weren't the only one.

However, after you turned out to be Grisha, the rest of the tributes tended to avoid you. You knew from the beginning that you wouldn't have any friends among them, but it would be nice to have one friendly soul in this terrible place.

"I didn't think the people of District 12 would fit into our community so well, but you, darling, look absolutely perfect." You barely stop yourself from throwing the glass you're holding at her. Instead, you tighten your grip on him and smile politely at her, gritting your teeth in anger.

"I'm glad I can surprise you."

Fortunately, you don't have to talk to her anymore. The general approaches you quickly, noticing your tenseness, and with his natural grace, he places his hand on your waist, starting a conversation with a woman who turns out to be a close friend of the queen. Oops. It's better that he came to you, because you wouldn't apologise if you accidentally allowed Merzost to break free and turn her into a volcra.

As you stand next to them, as larger crowds of women begin to gather around you, you realize a terrible truth. The Darkling was your only support here. Him and Genya.

You flinch as he suddenly tightens his grip on your waist and guides you away from the group of noblewomen, who giggle as you both walk away. You allow yourself to roll your eyes at them.

"What the hell was that?" He asks you angrily, setting your glass down on the table. You automatically reach for it again, but he grabs your hand before you can take it and keeps it away from the alcohol.

"I was just about to ask you the same fucking thing." You respond in a defiant tone, glaring daggers at him. Your stomach was starting to growl, and the bastard wouldn't let you touch anything to eat until you fulfilled your end of the bargain and behaved yourself. As you and he can see, you didn't do very well.

"Don't grimace around them as if they were pouring salt into your open wounds." He says it angrily and lets go of your hand. He reaches for something from the buffet. You freeze when he hands you a tiny plate with some fruit. You lick your lips, staring at your food for a moment before looking back at him. "It's for avoiding causing a drama. Partly. Try harder, and I'll let you eat whatever you want."

"But that's what they do! Do you have any idea what it's like to have to stand there smiling and nodding your head while these snobs from the capital talk about how your people and the city are octopus and beneath them?!" You hiss so only he can hear it, but you take the plate of food from him anyway. God knows when you'll get something again.

"I'm Grisha. I know exactly what you are going through." You would laugh at him mockingly if you didn't have a mouth full of food. He looks at you disgusted, and you quickly get the hint and eat smaller portions.

"Please. You've been doing fine since the Hunger Games. At least your people don't have to die every year to the delight of a bunch of sadistic idiots with stuffed bras and fake hair." Your comment makes him bite his lip, but he still can't help but smile a little. Few people could make him laugh and laugh at the same time. As you can see, Merzost wasn't the only special thing about you.

However, your hostile look reminds him that you are in the middle of an argument, and it is his turn to present his argument. God, how much work he had to do with you. You will kill him before he can get you safely through the Hunger Games.

"But years ago we were hunted by all of you, and somehow I don't spit on every Ravkan and kill them for it."

"Because you didn't experience it. If you were there, you would act differently." You sound confident. He shakes his head, wondering how you would react to the truth. Although now he seems to be more interested in food than in anything he has to say. He had to finally feed you. His Merzost Holder couldn't go hungry. It's enough that you experienced hunger and poverty in District 12.

"You think?" He asks, setting your empty plate on the table and offering his hand to you. You look at him for a moment, confused by the sudden… change in his attitude.

"General?"

"You can dance, can't you?" He asks, taking your hand, and without waiting for your response, he leads you to the dance floor. The rest of the mentors have no such idea, so you both are closely watched by all the participants in the ball.

"A little." You say shyly, something he's experiencing from you for the first time. He smiles fondly at you, which, of course, you don't see, too embarrassed to look at anything other than your shoes. But others see. The general's small smile does not go unnoticed by his closest soldiers.

"I guess I have to work with that." He says this and gently lifts your chin to look at him. He places a hand on your waist, and the other holds yours in an iron, steady grip. "Eyes on me. Put your hand on my shoulder and try not to fall. Keep up with me, and everything will be fine."

All you can do is trust him, which you do with surprising ease for him. Somehow, he can't take his eyes off you. You looked gorgeous in the black kefta, especially with his symbol embroidered on the back—a little thing you didn't need to know yet. And so, looking at you, Aleksander can't help but wonder what it would be like if he met you under different circumstances. Maybe if he were younger, less experienced... if his mother's words didn't ring so loudly in his head every time he started to feel something akin to tenderness towards you. Maybe if he hadn't lost so many...

Meanwhile, you try to fight the strange feeling he gives you every time his skin touches yours. You feel a strange pull, a calling, and you realise how your power, the same one you tried to ignore and forget for so many years, comes to life under his touch. You hated it. And him. For trying to break down the walls that you put up for so long and so hard. For trying to make you the Grisha you hated. For making it so easy for you to sink into the arms of the Black Heretic ancestor.

And at the same time… it was nice to feel important for a change… even if just for a moment.

So you dance with him, agreeing to this little moment of truce between you two. Deciding that you would look for answers later as to why you felt so attached to him. And why every time he touched you you felt so… powerful.

"That was awful." You groan as you finally return to your chambers, with the Darkling by your side, of course.

He hasn't left you since that dance. He was always somewhere next to you as you talked with the nobility. You have gained several sponsors and the favour of important people in Os Alta. The Darkling was pleased. And you're exhausted.

"And wonderful. You did great, much better than I expected. The servants should bring our dinner soon." He says, sitting next to you on the couch, watching as you take off your kefta and throw it in the corner of the room. He bites his lip, deciding not to comment. He already expected a lot from you today. The manners lesson could have been taught another time.

"Our?" You ask surprised, not expecting him to stay longer than necessary.

"Do you mind?"

"Yes." You answer honestly and straight away, to which he just laughs.

"I wish I cared." He replies with a mischievous smile. You roll your eyes as you take off your shoes and try to pick any pins out of your hair. Genya seemed to enjoy tormenting you. There were definitely too many of them. "So a healer? Really?" He asks, referring to your last conversation. Someone asked you what you wanted to do before you got into The Hunger Games. You decided to answer truthfully once. Of course, you were laughed off and called a sweet, naive soul willing to help. You wanted to vomit on their polished, gold-plated shoes.

"Why not?" You ask angrily. He raises his hands defensively with a smirk, seeing how fed up you are with everything that happened today.

"It's rather… a thankless profession among the common people. Healers usually come to them when they are dying. Relieve suffering. They are the harbinger of death, almost like a reaper. Usually, they are not coming to actually extend their lives."

"So you must have had similar experiences." You scoff, making him think about it. This wasn't what you expected. You were expecting a rather harsh answer. Not a pensive, almost sad look. For a moment, you think that maybe he, too, could just be human. You shake your head. No. He was just one of them. He couldn't have any... human feelings or know the real pain.

"Painful but true. They don't get excited when they see me either." His whisper should make you change the subject, but after the terrible day he put you through, all you want to do is stick a pin in him where it hurts the most.

"I wonder why..." You start, but he cuts you off before you can finish.

"Don't mock. You were behaving so nicely. I prefer you to smile than spit acid."

"I wish I cared." You repeat his words from a while ago, trying to imitate his tone of voice. He rolls his eyes at you, but somehow you both do nothing more than make snide comments to each other. Taking advantage of the relatively quiet moment between you, you decide to ask him honestly. "What do you want from me?"

"To win." He replies simply, playing with the ring on his finger. He rolls it over on his finger, resting his chin on his hand as he looks at you intently. A shiver runs through you as the dark depths of his eyes meet yours. Undeterred by his short, evasive answer, you continue, knowing that this is your only chance to get something from him.

"And then what? You won't let me go back to my district." You say, knowing perfectly well that this is not an option for you. IF you win.

"You are right. You will live here. With Grisha. The people you belong to." You frown, dissatisfied with his answer. You weren't Grisha. You will never be. No matter how much he pushes and forces you to become one of them.

"Unless I die, which is very probably since I am not going to kill anyone on the arena." You remind him. He doesn't seem to take your promise seriously. You don't convince him. He will see for himself in the arena how serious you are about your decision.

"You won't die." He says it firmly, as if it were an obvious fact.

"How can you..."

"YOU WON'T!" He yells at you, standing up. You sit stoically in the same position as before, watching as the shadows in the corner of the room gather around him. He sighs and waves them away. "I've been waiting a long time for you, Y/N. You are the one of your kind and even more precious than a Sun Summoner. I won't see your dead body. No matter how much you want it."

"Leave." You say, too tired to argue with him, to tell him that you have no intention of being an obedient tool in his hands, that you won't be a weapon that he can use.

"That's my palace." Furious at his words, you get up to face him. You look at each other with pure hatred.

You are too tired to notice that a dark mass is beginning to form around your arms. But Aleksander sees it. And he watches with fascination as you let your powers slip through. Out of curiosity, he summons his shadows behind you. Just a small black cloud. However, for some reason, under the influence of your powers, the room is plunged into complete darkness. He looks at you in shock, realising that you had unknowingly empowered him by providing him with energy from Merzost. Unbelievable.

"And my room for a while, so prove to me you can sometimes be the nobel man everyone told me you are and leave me alone." You whisper; all you can see in the dark surrounding you are its irises, analysing you with undisguised fascination and admiration.

If only you trained, if you learned to control what was inside you... Aleksander wouldn't have to take anyone into account; he could just declare himself tsar, threatening the Ravkans to expand the fold if they didn't recognise Grisha's greatness. All he needed was you.

"As you wish." He says, deciding to let you win this fight. He takes your hand and holds it tight as he calls his shadows back to him. They come back in a second. One blink, and the darkness in the room disappears. Impossible. Even his mother didn't have that much control in her glory days. He wondered if you would have this effect only on him or on other Grisha as well. But no. He won't share this secret with anyone. Not yet. For now, you were only his little wellspring of power. "Tomorrow is the first day of your training. 7 A.M. Don't be late, or I will drag you out of your bed by myself." He says, letting go of your hand and walking towards the exit, trying hard not to steal glances at you. He would have to look into his grandfather's journals and old books. You were a real mystery. And he was just waiting to see what more you could do besides complete him perfectly.

"Go to hell." You mutter under your breath, rubbing the hand that was in his iron grip a few moments ago. You felt that stupid electric thrill again. It definitely had to have something to do with your strange connection. Darkling and Merzost Holder. You had to find out more about it. Maybe you need to start being nice to Genya after all...

"Excuse me?" He asks, turning around in the doorway when he hears the insult from you.

"Sleep well." You reply with a sweet, cynical smile. He shakes his head in amusement and decides to ignore your behavior. He'll give you a hard time at training tomorrow. See how far your skills range. With a little training, who knows... maybe you'll be able to bring people back from the dead.

Involuntarily, his thoughts turn to Luda. If he had you by his side earlier… no. He couldn't think about her. He knows that history would have turned out the same way. Because even if you had revealed yourself to him earlier, he would have been too busy with you to see anyone else.

Aleksander promises himself that he will do everything to prevent you from becoming his second Luda. He had enough ghosts of his past tormenting him at night. And you can't become another one of them. If necessary, I will kill these tributes myself. He will find a way. He always did.

Unless someone dares to interfere with his plans... just like last time. That's why, immediately after leaving your chambers, he goes to the only person he knows who will be able to protect you from his greatest enemy.

"Ulla?! Sister?! I have an offer you can't refuse!" He calls from the shore of the lake in the gardens of Little Palace.

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[marvelmusing]

When You’re Ready

Part of the Tender Loving Care AU

Pairing: Vampire!Aleksander Morozova x Vampire!Fem!Reader

Summary: Aleksander brings you to his apartment to stake his claim on you, and the bonding process begins.

Warnings: typical vampire themes, biting, blood consumption, casual soft dom vibes from Aleksander as usual

My Masterlist

Aleksander’s apartment is wonderful.

It’s clean and simple, but certainly doesn’t lack character. The style is what you would describe as timeless; furniture with enough detail to separate itself from the current minimalistic trend popular with the sort of human that would own an apartment like his, but nothing looks outdated.

He shows you the kitchen, letting you know that you can eat anything you’d like and that he, of course, would help you with anything you would like. You’ve learnt that Aleksander is a rather talented cook.

The two of you walk through the cosy living room, the small dining room, and you peer into the main bathroom. Then he leads you down a short hallway and into his bedroom. You know it’s his bedroom instantly from the scent.

His bed is large and comfortable looking, with thick pillows and a plush duvet. You have no idea how he manages to get out of there in the morning.

You wonder if the pillows smell like him - an intoxicating mixture of his own scent and the shampoo he uses, maybe some of his cologne has lingered on the fabric. Aleksander seems to notice where your attention has been caught.

“Would you like to try it out?” he asks.

Pulling your eyes away from the aforementioned furniture, you blink at him.

“What?”

He nods towards his bed.

“Get comfortable, accustom yourself to the scent so that you don’t get overwhelmed later.” You open your mouth to protest, but he’s already stepping away. “I’ll go get your bags while you get settled.”

It’s only once Aleksander’s footsteps have reached the end of the hallway, and the front door closes behind him, that you find yourself able to consider the bed in front of you.

It looks so soft and comfortable, and you know the sheets will smell like Aleksander. There’s no way of him knowing if you quickly slide into bed, testing it out before he returns.

Aleksander had placed your coat and shoes in the closet by the front door, so you don’t feel bad about slipping under the covers fully clothed.

Breathing in deeply, your lungs fill with warm air and the scent of his laundry powder makes it sweet. He must have put down fresh sheets, though some of his natural scent has lingered, meaning that he slept under these fresh covers last night.

There’s a small hum at the back of your throat as you lose yourself in his scent. Always so warm and safe. Aleksander had explained that his apartment was soundproofed. There was no noise from the bustling city down below, or doors slamming from the neighbours. Nothing but peace and quiet. You breathe a small sigh of relief.

With Aleksander’s treat of a chocolate muffin and a hot blood chocolate settling in your stomach, there’s no itching discomfort of being antsy for a meal.

In this moment you almost feel human again.  

The sound of the front door opening prompts you into lifting your head up slightly. With your enhanced hearing there is no need for Aleksander to shout as he opens the door. Instead, he says quietly,

“Only me, milaya.”

His words encourage you to slump back down into the sheets.

Whilst you don’t want to come off as needy or clingy, something inside you claws desperately as you try to summon the strength to move from his bed. Instead, you give in to the feeling and bury yourself deeper into his scent.

You can hear Aleksander reaching the threshold of his bedroom. His feet move almost silently over the floor, and soon he’s sitting down with his waist tucked against your side.

Aleksander sinks a hand into your hair, fingers scraping lightly over your scalp, encouraging you to press your face further into the pillow. His voice is soft as he asks you,

“Did you sleep last night?”

Your response is muffled by the soft fabric as you mumble sheepishly,

“Not much - was a bit nervous.”

He hums quietly in acknowledgement.

“I understand why you’re nervous, but I hope you know that I intend on looking after you.”

You nod faintly, eyelids fluttering as you sink deeper into his pillow as his words register in your mind. For the first time in a while, you genuinely do feel safe enough to let your guard down. Your heightened senses had always prevented such a thing, your heart rate spiking at even the most minor things – the sound of people in the hallway or a glass bottle breaking out on the street.

But here, in Aleksander’s apartment with him as your only company, you find yourself beginning to fall asleep as the exhaustion of a sleepless night filled with unnecessary stress finally catches up on you. He chuckles softly at the sight of you fighting to keep your eyes open.

“How about a nap first, little one?”

You nod again and Aleksander hums quietly,

“Let’s get you more comfortable then.”

A small whine catches in your throat when he tugs the duvet back, allowing the slightly cooler air to brush against your skin.

“May I help undress you?” he asks, as considerate as ever. As you nod, you wonder whether his respectful boundaries are because he was born so long ago or whether he was naturally thoughtful when it came to garnering your comfort level.  

Aleksander unbuttons your jeans and shimmies them down your hips. He tugs off your socks and places your clothing down on a chair beside the door which leads to his ensuite. As you unzip your hoodie and begin to tug it off, Aleksander opens up his closet and selects an old shirt of his.

He places it in your lap and presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“Get some rest. When you wake, I’ll be in the living room.”

“Thank you.”

He smiles softly at you, hesitating when he reaches the doorway.

“Would you like it closing while you sleep?” he asks, gesturing lightly towards the open door as he comes to a halt beside it.

Aleksander knows you always sleep with your door closed, sometimes you even lock your bedroom door, just for some added peace of mind when you feel overwhelmed. But for some reason you don’t want a door to separate you and Aleksander.

If you think about it, any threat towards you would need to get by Aleksander to reach you, and whilst he has always been gentle with you, natural vampires are one of the strongest beings in existence. You know without a doubt that Aleksander would protect you.

You shake your head.

“Could you leave it open?”

He nods, his eyes soft.

“Of course. If I’m disturbing your rest in any way, feel free to close it.”

You nod.

“I will. Thank you.”

With another nod of acknowledgement, Aleksander leaves the door open as he moves down the hallway.

In the back of your mind, you’re aware of the sound of him moving around in the living room, and whilst the presence of someone else so close by would have you listening intently to their movements, you feel comforted by the casual sounds of Aleksander settling onto the couch with some papers in his hands.

Pulling off the rest of the clothing on your upper body, you tug Aleksander’s shirt over your shoulders. The fabric is the perfect texture, smooth over your skin with a softness that makes it unbelievably cosy but not likely to make you overheat.

All vampires struggle to maintain their body temperature. Some don’t mind the natural chill of their skin, but you hate being cold. The problem with always wanting to be warm meant that you could never decipher when you were too warm, meaning that you were prone to overheating yourself which often led to headaches like the one Aleksander had rescued you from over a month ago.

Once you’re comfortable, tucked under the covers with one of Aleksander’s pillows held tightly in your embrace, you breathe out a contented sigh as you begin to drift off to sleep. The sound of Aleksander’s heart beating in the living room lulls you into a blissful slumber.

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The sound of typing stops and Aleksander’s head tilts towards you slightly as your feet pad softly over the floor. From his seat on the couch, he gives you a small smile as you linger at the threshold of the living room.

“Aleksander?”

“Hello milaya. Did you sleep well?”

You hum an affirmative, rubbing your bleary eyes. A frown creases at your brows when you see that he’s discarded a laptop onto the coffee table, and that he’s wearing a pair of glasses.

“Am I disturbing you?”

He shakes his head, settling back against the sofa, and lifting the glasses up to sit at the top of his head.

“Come here.”

He pats his hand against his thigh, and you soon find yourself climbing into his lap. Aleksander’s hand settles at the back of your head, as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in deep lungful’s of his scent.

“You wear glasses.” Your voice is muffled but Aleksander still hears you and he hums with a small nod. “I thought vampires had perfect vision?”

“We do.”

Aleksander takes the glasses off the top of his head, running a hand over his face before he sets them down on the sofa beside him.

“At times, we have too perfect vision,” he tells you, playing with a few strands of your hair before he smooths it back down.

As he continues to talk, your body sinks a little further into his, the leftover sleep lingering in your system weighing you down as you snuggle closer to his warmth.

“The glasses help me focus on one thing at a time, allowing me to read the words instead of being distracted by the pixels that make up the screen or the grain of the paper in a book.”

Knowing that Aleksander uses a human invention to deal with his vampirism makes you feel less alone about the things you still struggle with - like being overwhelmed by sounds and scents.

“When are you planning on claiming me?” you ask in a small voice as you fiddle with a loose thread on his shirt.

“Whenever you’re ready. I wanted you to stay over the weekend so that we could have as much time together afterwards as possible.”

“Why’s that?”

“Physical contact will help strengthen the bond between us, if that’s something you want.”

You nod in agreement, thinking about how much you want to be close to him - in every way possible.

“Are you ready?”

At his question, panic begins to spiral inside you, tugging at your stomach and prickling over your skin. Shaking your head, you plead,

“Wait.”

Aleksander freezes, leaning back to put some distance between the two of you. When you see the concern in his eyes you look down nervously.

“I don’t know if I can do this.”

He nods.

“I know you’re strong enough to go through with the claiming if that’s what you’re worried about. Do you still want this?”

Wringing your fingers together nervously in your lap, you nod in consent.

“You won’t leave me?” you ask softly.

Aleksander’s brows draw together, but his eyes soften as he realises why you’re so scared. He shakes his head, settling his hands down over each of your bare thighs.

“Absolutely not.”

Some of the tension leaves you, but you still feel wary. Aleksander tilts his head as he considers something, then he says,

“Why don’t we start slow?”

You frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I can start by just touching your neck, getting you used to the contact.”

His traces his finger gently over your collarbone as he continues to talk in a low voice,

“If you’re comfortable with that, we could move onto kissing your neck.”

You shiver at the thought of having Aleksander’s mouth kissing along your throat, his stubble scraping lightly over your skin. He squeezes your thighs softly in reassurance.

“Baby steps, that’s all.”

You look down at his hands for a long moment, before you ask him,

“And you don’t mind that?”

He shakes his head kindly.

“No, I don’t. The last thing I want to do is force you into this.” At that, your stomach flips. “This is your decision, milaya. We go at your pace.”

A shaky breath falls from your lips, and you can feel tears gathering in your eyes. Not wholly from sadness, but there’s an ache in your chest at the fact that his kindness shouldn’t be a surprising concept for you.

He raises a brow in questioning, his fingers smoothing over your clothed shoulder, and you nod in consent. At your response, Aleksander slides his hand up, tracing over your neck before he cups your face tenderly.

“Let me know when you’re ready for more.”

You nod again.

“I’m ready.”

He runs his knuckles over your thundering pulse, feeling every beat against his fingers. Eyes fluttering closed, you savour the feeling of his skin brushing over yours. There’s no discomfort.

“More?”

Your voice cracks a little as you whisper,

“Please.”

He leans closer, nuzzling his nose against the hollow of your throat. A soft sigh falls from your lips, and you melt in Aleksander’s lap as he presses a line of kisses over the sensitive skin of your neck.

Sinking a hand into Aleksander’s hair, you keep him close, and a shudder wracks through your body as his tongue traces along your pulse. Tilting your head back, you give him more room to work with, which pulls a sound of approval and encouragement from him.

He’s breathless when he pulls away, and his dark eyes are sparkling as they look up to meet yours.

“I’m going to suck on your neck if that’s alright with you. No teeth, I promise.”

You nod eagerly and Aleksander gives you a bright smile that warms you right down to your toes. Then he begins to suckle on your neck, drawing whines and whimpers from your lips as his mouth trails over your pulse. His tongue traces circles over your skin as he sucks it between his lips. Each hot press of his mouth against your neck has your worries melting away, so when he withdraws to study your expression he finds your gaze glazed over with need.

You want him to claim you and he can see it in your eyes. Nevertheless, he still seeks confirmation from you.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

He nods.

“Hold onto my hand,” he instructs you, offering up his left hand whilst his right cups the back of your neck, presumably to keep you in place. “If you need me to stop, I want you to dig your nails into my palm as hard as you can, alright?”

You nod in agreement, curling the fingers of both your hands around Aleksander’s hand.

He drops one final kiss in encouragement onto your collarbone, before his nose traces along the path of your pulse, finding the strongest point. Aleksander bites down on your exposed skin, taking your throat between his fangs hard enough to draw your blood into his mouth.

For a second, you tense up.

It takes a conscious reminder from yourself, that Aleksander won’t hurt you and that you want this, only then can you dispel the tension from your body.

His venom hits you slower than it would if you were human, and a shudder runs through you as it begins to meander its way through your body, slowing your heart and encouraging you to relax.

When he finally withdraws, your head nestles against his shoulder and your grip on him is slowly loosening as your muscles relax. He breathes his words out softly, not wanting to startle you from the blissful state you had eased yourself into.

“Oh milaya. All tired out?”

You mumble a wordless response, which draws a soft hum from him. Then the scent of something delightful fills your nose and Aleksander is placing the pad of his thumb delicately against your lips.

A sticky wetness spreads over your lower lip, which you lap up without thinking. Soon you're taking Aleksander’s thumb into your mouth, suckling at the small cut he had made there with his fangs.

“There we go,” he murmurs softly.

Blood from a shallow cut always tastes sweeter than the blood from a bite or a bottle, as the oils from the person’s skin mixes with the small amount of blood.

Aleksander keeps his thumb still as you trace your tongue over the pad, feeling the tiny grooves of his fingerprint and dutifully cleaning away his blood. He tastes sweet with a lingering depth of richness, like perfectly ripened cherries.

Time is frozen, you don’t know how long you sit in Aleksander’s lap with his thumb in your mouth. All you know is that you never want to leave. Slowly, his blood gives you the energy to lift your head from his shoulder. When he feels you move, Aleksander lifts his own head from where he had been leaning it against yours.

“M’hungry,” you mumble with unfocused eyes.

Aleksander’s heartbeat thrums steadily beneath your palm as you rest it against his chest, and he can see your eyes lingering on the length of his throat. He undoes the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing more of his skin for your hungry gaze to admire.

“Take as much as you need to, but drink slowly.”  

Eyes widening, you glance up at Aleksander’s expression. You’ve never fed off a living being before and the thought of not being able to stop has fright settling into your stomach. Hurting Aleksander is the last thing you would want to do. He seems to read the hesitation in your eyes, prompting him to stroke his thumb against your cheek.

“I made sure to feed this morning and last night. It would take you a very long to time to take too much from me.”

He tilts his head back, showing you the spot to place your fangs. Instinct tugs you forward, you’ve imagined this moment so many times, and a dizzying mixture of excitement and nerves stirs within you.

Aleksander nudges your chin slightly, encouraging you to tilt your face in order to bite at the best angle. When you press a shy kiss against his throat you can feel him smile.

“Remember to breathe,” he reminds you.

He knows you sometimes stop breathing when you’re overwhelmed. A lack of oxygen wouldn’t kill a vampire but it would remove any thinking skills they have, driving them to act on basic instincts. You don’t want that to happen while you’re feeding on Aleksander.

Nuzzling your nose against his neck, the scent of him floods through your senses as you focus on your breathing. His heartbeat is drumming in your ears, but you want it between your teeth.

Settling one hand on his shoulder, you lean closer and bite down into his throat. It takes a few seconds for the blood to leak out through the small puncture wounds but soon it’s flowing steadily into your mouth. The first swallow has goosebumps breaking out over your skin.

Aleksander’s blood is thick and warm, and you gulp another swallow down quickly. There’s a catch in his breathing as you grip tightly onto him, the tastebuds along the length of your tongue tingling with the intoxicating savoury sweetness of his blood.

As he adjusts his hold on the back of your head, you remember his advice and take a slow breath. It clears your head a little, dispelling the violent urge to take, meaning that you can now solely enjoy drinking from him.

The sweetness from before is still there, but now that a greater volume of blood is flowing the taste is accompanied by a tender richness unlike anything you’ve ever tasted. Sometimes the thickness of blood made your throat feel sticky and in need of some other liquid to wash away the sensation.

For some reason, Aleksander’s blood is different. Not only does it taste better than any other blood you’ve had before, but when you withdraw from his neck you feel refreshed and content. You almost feel like a new person.

Aleksander smiles when he sees you licking affectionately at the wounds on his throat, pleasure sparkling in your eyes. They shouldn’t take long to heal, especially not with your venom in his system.

Concern shimmers in your gaze as you search his expression for any discomfort. Even when you find no obvious signs of distress, you need to ask him.

“Are you okay?”

He smiles, wrapping both of his arms around you before his large palms smooth over your body. He squeezes at your hips, traces over your sides before he gives you another squeeze at your thighs, admiring every inch of you with his hands.

“Wonderful.”

A shy smile tugs at your lips and you breathe out a little laugh.

“That good?” He nods.

“Yes, it was.”

Surprise enters your eyes for a brief moment which softens as you realise that he is telling the truth. His smile doesn’t falter as he watches your gaze lower for a few seconds before you press your lips together and warmth spreads over your cheeks.

Perhaps he would ask you to bite him again sometime – a small nip at his wrist or his shoulder as you cuddle together.

He sees your gaze linger on his lips, then you brush your nose tenderly against his. Aleksander mimics you, nuzzling his face closer to yours as you both smile. His reaction gives you the courage to lean closer and kiss him.

There had been plenty of instances where you had wanted to kiss Aleksander, and he had never shied away from providing you with affectionate kisses on your cheek or forehead. While he hadn’t mentioned anything, you know he had wanted you to be the one to initiate your first kiss together, not wanting to push you into something you weren’t ready for.

But you’re ready now.

He matches the movement of your lips, holding you tenderly as you sigh against his mouth. The taste of blood lingers on both of your lips, providing a small tang of iron which you swallow down eagerly when you withdraw from him.

Aleksander smiles softly, pressing his forehead against yours as you catch your breath.

“How are you feeling?” he asks in a low voice. You smile.

“Good.”

He nods in acknowledgement, a previously unnoticed worry fading from his eyes.

“The next twenty-four hours will be important.”

Aleksander had recommended a documentary to you which had explained lots of things about vampires. It had been created in the 1960s so he had warned you to take everything said with a pinch of salt. There were some facts that you yourself could identify as wrong, but you had learnt lots of interesting facts and terms – especially about the claiming process.

“The bonding period.” He nods.

“The more time we spend together, the deeper the bond will be.” He hesitates for a moment, and you wait patiently for him to mention whatever is weighing on his mind. “Sometime tomorrow, I will leave you here for a little while.” When he sees confusion and worry fill your eyes he hurries to add, “It won’t be for long, and I will come back before the twenty-four hours are over.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to be completely reliant on me. You deserve time to be your own person, separate from being mine.” A thrill runs through you as Aleksander casually refers to you as his, but you understand what he wants to do for you. “The bond strengthens naturally with time; it doesn’t need to indestructible from day one.”

Despite his reasonable explanation, he seems wary as he watches your face carefully, waiting for your response. Then you nod with a small smile.

“Thank you… for all of this.”

He shakes his head.

“You don’t need to thank me.” Just as you’re about to protest, he cups your cheek in his hand. “I get a sweet little fledgling to take care of.”

He chuckles at the pout which puckers at your lips in response to being referred to as a fledgling, but Aleksander can feel the soft flush warming your cheeks at his doting tone. Even as you roll your eyes lightly, you press a gentle kiss to the palm of his hand.

Aleksander smiles, leaning forward as he tugs you closer for your second kiss.

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TLC Tag List: @holamor @that-sarcastic-writer @vaguekayla @ramadiiiisme @patniera

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#tender loving care au #vampire!aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova #vampire!reader #aleksander morozova x reader #vampire au #the darkling x reader #shadow and bone au #shadow and bone x reader

[bearholdingashark]

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @midwinterspringwrites (Thank you! <3)

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

And yeah....I know I have a problem (I didn't think the list would be this long though)

Darklina Phantom of the Opera (partially posted)

Darklina "monster in the closet" fae Sasha meet cute

Darklina modern grishaverse sex pollen fic

Darklina The House AU The Little Palace kinktober '23 (partially posted)

Darklina ep 5 au light bondage/edging to get answers

Darklina stylist Sasha actress Alina

Darklina ex FIL

Darklina baby trapping exes

Enola/Tewkesbury smutty dance lesson canon divergence

Enola/Tewkesbury/Sarah/William celebration

Darklina season 2 fix it double agent!Alina Brand New Heretic (partially posted)

Darklina first time roleplay

Darklina high school sweethearts second chance (when we were young modern au) (partially posted)

DITW Alina instead of Annika Darklina tether au

Darklina canonverse 13 Going On 30 au

Let Me Love The Lonely other Alina Darklina follow up

Darklina witch hunt

Darklina And They Were Roommates modern au

demon!Allina/witch!Sasha shared custody of Ivan Darklina

Darklina professor/single dad modern au

Ludarklina soulmates

Ludarklina dreams

Darklina No Notion first time regency marriage of convenience

Darkzoyalina voyeurism prompt

in public scream prompt Darklina invisibility

Darklina ceilings soulmates au

Darklina Jurassic Park/World Ellie/Alan AU

Darklina Harper's Island AU

Happy Blended Families Darklina Ulla/Luda

Anastas/Aleksander/Luda Birthday suprise

Lusander summoning each other's powers fix it

Darklina Beauty and the Beast pregnant Alina au

Darklina Old West au sheriff!Sasha/papa!Alina

Luda resurrection Shadow and Bone eventual Ludarklina (partially possible)

Darklina Father's Day card

Darklina house husband/mob boss washing the blood off

Prefold Darklina feat time travel (partially posted)

Darklina can't lie to soulmate (partially posted)

Darklina Addams Family crossover meeting the family

Darklina fake dating holidays omegaverse

Darklina baby girl Sasha ddlg 5+1 acceptance

Darklina circus au

Darklina demon possesion

Darklina baby girl Sasha breeding kink

AAA afterlife Darklina

Darklina puppy siblings modern au

Ludarklina Star Trek TNG wedding

Baghra visions lotr inspired

Darklina homemade Christmas gifts

Darklina ghost!Sasha Halloween fic

Darklina switchcraft au (Twitter 'stay' prompt)

Darklina ddlg marriage of convenience

Alternate Ravka Darklina

Spiritfarer Darklina au

Darklina post Malarkling

Baghra Mrs. Bennet Parenting Darklina

Tattoo Artist Alina non chronological multipchapter follow up Darklina

Darklina Rich Groom Poor Groom follow up

Darklina Pirate Song AU

Hallmark Darklina Royal Playground Marriage au

Vera Matilda AU Darklina

Titan AE Darklina

Mob boss/police chief prequel Darklina

Darklina DMs modern au (partially posted)

Darklina mob boss/police chief going public

Darklina dimension travel sequel (partially posted)

Letters to my Sun Summoner Darklina fic

While You Were Sleeping Darklina angst

Married At First Sight Darklina

Port Gamble Darklina fic I'm not tagging 70 people, so I'll tag @strangelock221b, @ahopelessromanticwritersworld, @fiora-miriel, @ditaliaa, @sternfleck, @ammarantas, @nightquills, @holy-muffins, @goatsandgangsters, @wingardium-fic (but only if you want to!!) and anyone else who wants to do it!

#it's the adhd #Jen writes #sometimes #and this doesn't include the WIP ideas that don't have a doc created yet #Darklina #and a couple other ships #long post

[nycbagcls]

"First of all, that shirt is stunning, and if you aren't careful, it'll end up in my closet -- who is it, anyway? I don't think I've seen it before," Aleksander commented, his eyes running over Roman's torso. "Second. I cannot believe they let you in here wearing socks and slides. Could you not find... I don't know, literally anything else?"

@wcrstbehaviior !

#aleksander with roman !

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

writer asks!

1. Share a song that makes you think of [fic title]

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

okay you told me Someone Good for Question #1...

1) Definitely gonna pick "People Who Love You" by Julian Roy. A bit upbeat, a bit indie, and that's what we are settling on...

2) I do! They're mostly written for me anyway! ADHJDSJHDFDJ.

3) Since I'm up to 2455 fics right now, I'm gonna pick three favorite fics right this second: May-Tay (1998 Furby Toy & A Child's Closet Because Everyone's Afraid of Furby, Original Work, No Rating), Love's Perfect Ache (The Arsonist/The Arsonist's Lover(s), Arsonist's Lullabye - Hozier (Song), M-rating), Quick, Quick, Slow (The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov, Shadow and Bone, T-rating)

4) 6 WIPs and I'm avoiding every single one of them. No, no, the first two will definitely be completed at some point. Shhhhhhhhh.

10) Not sure! I guess maybe when I'm expecting a little more than there is? In terms of people reading and communicating with me?

#ask #glove23

[likeheavens]

hola, bebes. val por acá con mis hijes HEAVEN HEART y YASPER DI SANTIS. como saben, bajo el readmore van a encontrar algunos detalles sobre elles. si sienten que alguno puede conectar con sus pjs, le pueden dar like al post y les molesto por im o pueden directamente escribirme al discord #sonicyuta4524 . no se sientan obligades a likear o armar conexiones si sienten que no coincides, seguro podemos desarrollar algo on rol después. muackkk.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓: tablero de pinterest, conexiones

21 años. segundo año de abogacía en ST. MARGUERITTE D'YOUVILLE. extracurriculares: club de boxeo, club de  alemán, club solidario, club de esgrima. mansión uno. matriculada.

sol en tauro, asc en aries, luna en escorpio.

es la menor de los hermanos heart (esther, aleksander, allan). ella y allan son mellizos pero ella nació última, así que toda su personalidad se basa en las desventajas de ser la menor. golden girl es el concepto que la describe. siempre buscó ser la mejor en todo para poder destacarse un poco, aunque está convencida de que determinación hace que sea la favorita de su padre.

una mezcla de shiv roy y la canción the man. es muy ambiciosa en general pero sobre todo en las pujas de poder familiares, con una empresa de por medio, de la cual siempre la dejaron de lado por ser mujer. desde pequeña tiene interés por cosas "de hombres" y se la relegaban a tareas femeninas, cosa que heaven siempre odió.

tuvo una época rebelde en la adolescencia, porque su lógica era que para que la traten como un hombre tenía que portarse como uno: descontrolado e impulsivo. claro está que esto no salió bien para nadie y lleva los últimos años obligándose a mantener su fachada de golden girl.

como naturaleza difiere mucho de la fachada que muestra, tiene muchas emociones acumuladas, las cuales deja salir en el club de boxeo (en síntesis: es medio sacada)

es una persona muy sexual (bi de closet) y no lo esconde, pero si finge demencia al respecto.

personalidad: heaven heart es el ejemplo de una golden girl. pone todo de sí para ser la hija perfecta: CORRECTA Y EDUCADA, siempre bien peinada y bien vestida, ni un cabello fuera de lugar, ni una palabra que no corresponda al vocabulario de una muchachita católica. sin embargo, esta nunca ha sido su naturaleza. es sumamente EGOÍSTA, siempre priorizándose a sí misma, sin tener mucho registro de cómo sus actitudes pueden afectar a los demás. se lleva todo por delante y se arrepiente en el momento en que se detiene, aunque jamás lo admita. se caracteriza por ser DETERMINADA Y AMBICIOSA, dispuesta a obtener aquello que está convencida que merece, sin importar el método o las consecuencias. tiene una NATURALEZA IMPULSIVA que hace algunos años se ha determinado a controlar. se la acusa de ser muy joven para ser tan FRÍA emocionalmente, sin embargo se trata de que necesidad de mantener las apariencias han llevado a que tenga poco registro de sus emociones, siendo más fácil eliminarlas que procesarlas.

descripción física: de estatura media y delgada, heaven siempre mantiene una imagen impoluta: bien peinada, bien vestida, la mera imágen de una muchachita católica y encarrilada. de ahí a que lo sea o no, es otra cosa. pero es lo que heaven siempre ha aparentado y siempre buscará mostrar. usa el cabello largo y rubio, aunque a veces se lo corta durante el verano. siempre lleva puesta una cadena dorada con el dije de una cruz y tiene, del lado interno de su antebrazo, un tatuaje delicado del sagrado corazón de jesús. en al espalda baja, tiene un corazón con un tribal el cual siempre esconde o maquilla.

𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒: tablero de pinterest, lista de conexiones.

24 años, tercer año de composición musical en ST. CLARE OF ASSISI. extracurriculares: saxofón en la orquesta universitaria, sonido e iluminación en el club de teatro musical,  miembro del coro universitario, miembro del club de español, pivot en el equipo de baloncesto masculino. mansión diez. becado

sol en acuario, asc en géminis, luna en ??

yasper es el hijo del segundo matrimonio de su padre y el segundo de su madre. ambos lo tuvieron ya mayores, aunque su padre aún más. padre italiano y madre francesa, maneja ambos idiomas con naturalidad. siempre fue un niño demasiado activo que a sus padres le costaba mucho seguirle el ritmo.

prodigio musical. tiene oído absoluto y facilidad para aprender cualquier instrumento. hasta entrar a la universidad tocaba el piano y el violín, ahora también lo hace pero se destaca con el saxofón que comenzó a tocar para poder entrar en la orquesta. hasta entonces era más de la música sinfónica y ahora empieza a inclinarse más por el jazz.

no entro a julliard, nadie sabe por qué, por lo que padres consiguieron los contactos para que pueda aplicar a una beca en st mary magdalene.

head empty. yasper encuentra el mundo y la vida complicados y caoticos, siendo la música y su lenguaje lo único que tiene un poco de lógica. para el resto de las cosas puede parecer bastante tonto.

animado y divertido, yasper se prende a cualquier plan e ideas nunca son malas. es un chico muy de las amistades.

le gustan las mujeres pero es medio tonto con eso también, nunca se le dio muy bien la seducción.

personalidad: yasper se destaca porque, desde lejos, se nota que es una persona BIEN INTENCIONADA Y OPTIMISTA. siempre sabe ver lo mejor de cada situación, priorizando el bienestar y la diversión. esto último es, para él, lo más importante. siempre busca estar entretenido y DIVERTIDO, pues no soporta la sensación de aburrimiento. es muy CARIÑOSO con sus allegados y nunca se avergüenza de demostrarlo. sin embargo, naturaleza es TORPE e INDISCRETA, siempre haciendo desastres y terminando en el peor lugar o situación posible. 

descripción física: delgado, de un metro setenta y ocho. ojos celestes y cabello oscuro, negro, siempre enrrulado. no suele usarlo ni muy corto ni muy largo, la mayoría de las veces dejándole la forma a sus ondas. por lugar de origen, ha crecido rodeado del buen vestir, por lo que siempre busca vestirse bien. se lo suele ver con algún instrumento al hombro.

#justo estoy en el cine pero salgo y me pongo a escribirles :$ y armo la página

[where-theres-smoak-2]

I noticed in the scene where Aleks corners Genya by restraining her arm and telling her he prefers to keep her close, she seemed really scared. I wonder if he suspects she stills feels a strong loyalty to Alina or is a double-agent? Either way, she does not seem comfortable around him even when hugging David. Daisy also said Aleks tries to claim they both are survivors, but unlike him, Genya doesn't wrap her survival up in fear which leads to committing harmful acts.

I definitely think that Aleksander probably does suspect that Genya still feels a strong sense of loyalty to Alina, they were very good friends and in ep 4 during the fountain scene Alina does say that she was grateful for Genya so he knows that they were close.

What's interesting is when you think about it both Aleks and Genya are in similar positions when it comes to Alina as Alina felt betrayed by them both and they both went from being very close to Alina and being her main support system at the LP to having a now very broken relationship. I think Aleks is dealing with this with anger and rage and letting that fuel him because of that fear of being hurt that he has. Whereas with Genya I think she is going to be feeling alot of guilt as opposed to anger, but I do think both will have a part of them that wants to mend the bond they had with Alina. However with Aleks I think he will hate that he is longing for Alina because of that whole 'wanting makes us weak' ideology. As a result I could see Aleks seeing and recognising that longing in Genya and feeling a sense of resentment towards her because of it, like he is projecting his own feelings and anger about longing for Alina onto her.

I also think that after feeling betrayed by Alina and also by Zoya, Aleks is going to be feeling very paranoid about his remaining allies including Genya, especially as he is aware of the friendship between her and Alina. I think this desire to keep her close will very much stem from that paranoia that she will abandon him like others, including Alina and Zoya, have before.

As for Genya looking afraid this does match up with the books, in Siege and Storm Alina notes that the darkling's grisha were afraid of him, even Ivan who was his closet ally, because of the nichevo'ya. This new power of his is unlike anything any grisha has seen before and naturally the nichevo'ya are terrifying. I suspect that Genya may also get a front row seat to Aleks' downward spiral where she watches him act more and more unhinged something she has never seen from him before. It like how Zoya became alarmed in that scene in ep 6 when Aleks has an outburst and is generally acting frazzled, she had never really seen him like that before and so it was very alarming. The grisha have only ever seen him as this cool, composed general so I think many of them are going to become unnerved and frightened the more they see him unravel.

#darklina #the darkling #aleksander morozova #genya safin #s&b season 2 spoilers #answered

[orlissa]

Darklina: 5. Packs the whole closet for an overnight trip.

Matthew/Diana: 18. Kisses the other’s injuries better.

#5: Honestly? Genya XD Both Alina and Aleksander are too efficent and experienced in travelling to give in to such fancies

#18: Matthew. I can't explain it, it's just so :P

#ask #darklina #bishmont

[luxmaeastra]

Narcissus was never close with either of his parents. He usually stayed as much as he could in Autumn. He didn't need their needling, their harsh expectations.

He was 29, he should be rid of them, but then how had he gotten into this?

His father was Dark Fae, Valg. He'd had him ambushed on Winter's border and held. 

"You need to be trained. I've indulged this willfulness enough. You will pay your due to our kind if I have to drag you there myself Narcissus."

Fear, blinding terror coursed through him. He tried to pull away, to push his father's associates away. 

He remembered the Dark Fae citadels. He remembered going with his father when he was first naive and trusting. He still had nightmares of that place. 

He wasn't above begging, of just being allowed to say goodbye. His father Cyrus sneered his own magic lifting off him. 

Narcissus voice was stolen, he couldn't scream as his knees buckled. The pain was excruciating as if he was being flayed alive. 

Cyrus gripped his chin, Narcissus hated his magic in movements like this. He hated that he could sense his father's emotions like this. He truly thought he was helping him. Cyrus brushed his hand through his hair and Narcissus couldn't stop himself from flinching away. He was shaking, the aftershocks were always worse than the initial punishment. 

"You will thank me for this one day Narcissus. It is time you stop running from your Path. The Great Symphany has a plan for everyone and you must take your place."

Narcissus spat at him lunging. The soldiers didn't let him get far.

"The only thing I am meant to do is kill you and mother."

Cyrus slowly wiped the spit away and stood. His eyes hard as he turned away. 

"Take him away. Tell him my tithe is payed."

--------

Anastasiya hadn't left her window, she exhaled seeing Aleksander cross into view. She ran to him reaching for his sleeve. 

"Have you seen Nisc?"

He frowned at her moving to take her hand and tug her close. 

"No? Why? Has he done something -"

"Papa said he was meant to come here for an important meeting. I think Uncle Beron was going to finally allow him to take the Autumn Rite. But he never showed. Has your mother heard anything? Is he alright?"

--------

Nathaira watched him, curled in the corner of one of the supply closets. She remembered him from a few years ago. She could see the lashes along his arms, he was purposefully refusing to work with them.

She was sure her father would find a way to break him and mold him to what was needed soon. 

She bit her lip, she remembered her time in Autumn. He'd been her first friend, he was someone she had come to rely on.

She swallowed and knelt by him. 

"You have to try Narcissus. You can't let them win."

His eyes lifted to her, bloodshot and swollen. From crying or maybe from his beatings.

"Why? And prove their methods correct? I rather die first. They're a bunch of hypocrites. The Asteri were right to finish them off."

His tone was biting and she fought the urge to flinch at it. She wasn't used to this side of him, of him wishing such depravity on his own kin. He shifted enough to look at her properly. She could see the tears now silver in the moonlight. 

"I - I had a plan Nathaira. I was going to join Autumn then they could never get to me. I - I was going to ask her to marry once I Proved."

He held his hand out, the ring shone and she nearly recoiled. Asteri power here meant death. It meant -

She looked closer, the colors swirling inside were a different type of light and hue. 

"My father had died Lotus Tree leaves. I stole them and crushed them. I formed them into a stone with some Autumn leaves too. I wanted to give her something that reflected us both and unique."

It was the first time she saw his face light up. It was a simple ring, a rose gold band with a center stone. She thought it so plain for something Amarantha. She met his eyes again watching him thumb his finger the stone. 

"And would she have said yes?"

He shrugged. 

"No. Not right away. But she would have found a way to wear it. Made the stone a pendant or something. She would never refuse a gift I made her. I know my flower well. I wonder what she thinks happened to me....maybe she thinks I finally got bored and left."

Nathaira flinched as his voice broke. She grabbed the ring and stood. She used her power to make him hurt just a little. He still froze, the terror coming off him made her sick. 

Their people weren't to hurt each other, not blood. That's how this was meant to work right? They were meant to love and care for their blood. They -

Nathaira cut her hand on a nearby jagged stone and put the family symbol on his forehead. The glow made them both freeze. 

"You're my family Narcissus now. You're my responsibility and I will not let you die here."

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Nathaira sat in the shadows of her balcony. For someone who should be distraught Amarantha looked fine. Still it wasn't her place to judge - her parents would tell her soon enough. 

She stepped inside and tossed the ring on the bed. 

"I know where Narcissus is. And I need your help to get him out."

Her lips thinned and she crossed her arms. 

"If you don't love him Amarantha. Now is the time to wash your hands of him and let him be free."

Let him find someone worthy of him.

She nodded to the ring. 

"He said he wanted to ask you to marry him once he was fully able to join Autumn."

//Pre war!! For Amie and Sasha and whoever else!!//

How many days had it been since she had last seen him? How many nights since his charming roguish smile had charmed her? The coldness of his absence surrounded her each and every moment, not able to feel his slight touch or him watching her.

Amarantha couldn't help but feel a confliction of emotions course through her, yet she had trained her face to be void of them. She couldn't let anyone else see a weakness that only he knew about, she wouldn't let them use it against her.

Was she so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she had missed the other? Her head snapped in the direction of the voice who spoke, catching sight of the female who had not been there before. Or had she?

Narcissus. She moved towards her bed and picked up the ring, his scent covered it as she rose it up. Dark eyes filled with rage when she spoke again, the idea that she would just brush him to the side.

"You know nothing of me, if you did then you'd know that ultimatum is shit." She answered. Her heart clenched at the words, he wanted to marry her? Her fingers tightened around the ring, holding it closer to her chest.

"Where is he?"

#Muse | Amarantha

[qqueenofhades]

Oooh, 53 and/or 55 for either Emma/Killian/Sam Bellamy or Alina/Aleksandr/Nikolai, if you're so inclined? Dealer's choice 😘

53. "There are worse ways to die."

55. "Oh, I love how dramatic this is."

The tall doors at the end of the bedchamber stand open into the sultry summer evening -- it's the White Nights, so it won't get properly dark, but the twilight is pleasantly atmospheric -- and Nikolai and Aleksander are standing on the balcony and arguing. Since they're usually doing that no matter where they're located, Alina pays them no mind, seated at her desk and flipping through the latest round of court petitions. For one thing, it's their chief love language, and two, it's good for the tsar of Ravka and his chief commander to have a healthy debate on how to deal with the latest flare-up of tension with the Shu Han. As usual, Aleksander favors prompt and categorical smiting, while Nikolai is angling for a more civilized approach to negotiations. They'll probably end up in the middle. Eventually. Sometime. Maybe.

Biting a smile, Alina turns back to her work, sorting the petitions in order of highest priority for discussion with Genya tomorrow. It's getting more familiar all the time, this unorthodox arrangement, and she's glad for that. When she agreed, she had no idea if it would work at all, or the strength of personality (and of stubbornness) on not just two sides but three would sink it straightaway. But they're managing. More than that, actually. And there are definite benefits.

Alina coughs, finishes her work, and sets the stack aside. "Are you two done?" she calls, raising her voice. "Or are you determined for all of Os Alta to watch you bicker like a pair of clowns at the circus?"

"It's his fault." Nikolai thrusts a finger accusingly at Aleksander, who looks unmoved. "How are we supposed to convince the world that this is actually a kinder and gentler Darkling, if he just wants to go back to his usual trick of blowing up everybody who -- "

"As opposed to the dress-up pirate here, who thinks that if we just walk in and ask nicely, the Empress will agree to -- "

"Both of you." Alina snaps her fingers, and the Tsar of All the Ravkas and the feared Black General look like guilty schoolboys. "I said, stop it. Besides, there are better things for us to be doing."

Nikolai and Aleksander exchange one final mulish look, cross their arms, and huff. Then, as Alina continues to regard them expectantly, they sigh and step off the balcony, entering the royal bedchamber with expressions that promise this debate is anything but settled. "I can't believe this is how I'm going to die," Nikolai sighs theatrically. "Smothered in my sleep by a warmongering old man with a -- "

"There are worse ways to die, Your Majesty." Aleksander raises a scathing dark eyebrow. "I'm happy to introduce you to plenty of them."

"Oh, shut up." Alina grabs both of her husbands by the collar and drags them closer; they come forthwith, looking very startled. This is how it's been ever since the war ended: Nikolai wears the crown, Aleksander commands the army, and Alina -- well, she does almost everything else. It's still strange, and she isn't always sure that she made the right choice, but at least she can help far more people, in far more ways, than she ever could have as a powerless nobody living on a farm in obscurity. And this, the way it is with the three of them -- she likes it. She likes it a great deal. Even if she's still not entirely sure if Nikolai and Aleksander won't stab each other one night and be done with it, at least they would never risk upsetting her. Besides, she's seen them at other times, together and not arguing. She knows that their fights tend to end in angry making out in conveniently nearby closets. Both of them will still stiffly deny it if they are ever asked. (Does Ivan know? Judging from the way he glares bloody murder at them whenever their backs are turned, probably.)

"I do love how dramatic this is," Nikolai murmurs, as he settles heavily onto the bed on one side of Alina, and Aleksander takes the other, both men competing to kiss her first. Alina turns her head between them, pulling them close with either arm. They are idiots, it is most undeniable. But they are her idiots, and that makes all the difference.

[fic prompts]

#sab ff #alina x aleksander x nikolai #which would be called uh.... #darklinalai #? #i have no idea #also bless you for asking for emma/killian/sam #fic prompts #mykingdomcomeundone #ask

[amiramorozova]

Morozova club pt. 2 Girls night

I debated it but I didn't know if I wanted to sacrifice my priorities to work in a club but then Nadia spoke up. "We should go out tonight..just relax." She said as I nod to that. I could use a night out and it was just part time jobs so it'd be fine.  So we worked hard and then we went to change as we all came out with dresses. I decided to go out being nice and I brought Sierra with me so when we met with the girls we were all dressed up nicely before we were going to walk in here.

This place again.. I thought

Amira's Dress

Sierra's Dress

Nadia's Dress

Marie's Dress

Nadia led the way in and we followed as I just kept looking forward knowing we were welcome here and it was the best place for Grisha. I questioned why I chose the black dress in my closet but I kept walking. Yet I looked over seeing the two brothers talking when they stopped and looked at us..or more one was looking at me.

Aleksander's pov:

Our club was doing a lot of business and that was clear but still the opening for my arm girl remained just that open. No one could fulfill the requirement..except Aiden's sister. She wore that necklace without an ounce of holding back. "We need to think about expanding brother." Billy said as i nod. "We will, we'll get more there are always more people who want to come and there are those who visit.." Billy said before his attention turned. I looked to see what had his attention when I spotted the four girls who walked in and one of them was the one I was just thinking about.

well doesn't she look pretty in that dress..and just my color. I thought

She noticed we were looking as her and her friends kept walking heading to our bar as I looked at my brother. "This is going to be interesting." I said

Amira's pov:

We took a seat at the bar as we were all looking over their list of drinks. Sierra looked unsure as she had me look at it when the bartender came over and asked each of us for ID. We were all going to do it when he approached and the bartender looked at him "Boss.." He said as this man imbued power I could tell well it was his club. "These four don't need to show ID. Especially not her." Aleksander said looking at me as he took my hand and again he kissed the top of it. "I see you came back." "I am merely out with a night with my sister and friends." I said though to say I wasn't tempted by the opening was an understatement.

"Well offer is still open, you're the only one who could fill it.." He said as he let my hand go and then walked off for now. I shook my head as the bartender looked at me "You know the boss." He said as I looked at him "I had the pleasure of meeting your bosses when I came to visit my brother." I said as we were ready to order. "I'll get the Strawberry Froze." I said as I wasn't in the mood for games. "Watermelon Sangria for me." Sierra said as she smiled as Marie looked over the menu. "A strawberry shortcake cocktail." Marie said as Nadia then chose "Blueberry Gin cocktail."

Drinks:

Strawberry Foze

Watermelon Sagria

Strawberry Shortcake Cocktail

Blueberry Gin cocktail

When we got the drinks we were on all different topics of conversation until Marie finally broke the third wall as I like to call it. "You should do it." Marie said as I looked at her like she was crazy on what I should really do. I knew I had an idea what she meant but I wanted her to say it. "Do what?" I asked as Marie smiled "Be his arm girl, it's good money and easy work." Marie said as I looked at her. "Everything has a cost, yeah it may be good money but what kind of moves will he make towards me.

We all had our drinks and I was able to figure out that my two friends were trying to push me. I sighed as I looked over seeing the two brothers talking business when I decided to get his attention again. Aleksander walked over as he noticed "Yes, Amira?" He said addressing me by name as I looked at him. "If I'm interested what exactly does it have to be?" I asked as he seemed to be amused. He looked at one of his people and motioned them over as he told them to go get a paper. We waited like that for a bit before they returned and he handed me the paper for me to look over. So I looked over it carefully.

Paper:

Opening: Boss's arm girl

Requirement: Sun Summoner

Payment: Base pay is $800 a night, extra adds more

I looked at him reading that part "Extra?" I asked as I knew that he had his secrets clearly "Well, yes. There would be a certain extra if you're comfortable with it later." Aleksander said, I hesitated but looked over everything. There was no fine print on here but I'd probably be on contract. "Any other requirement besides Sun Summoner?" I asked as he looked at me interested in what I said. "Well you'd eventually move from where you are to somewhere a bit more safer." He said as I knew something was up.

the money is good..the requirement isn't bad and I am..I could do it so Sierra and I can move out.. I thought

"So are you interested?" He asked as I took another sip of my drink and looked at him. "I am." I said as he smirked slightly "But under two conditions." "Ooh, she bites and has conditions. What are those?" He asked as I looked at my friends and motioned to them "they have to come on board too." I said as he looked at Marie and Nadia "We can arrange that." He assured as he looked at me. "You three come by tomorrow and fill out the paperwork for things.." "That's it? No interview?" I asked as he put a hand under my chin as he smirked before he touched my necklace. "You don't need one, your the Sun Summoner to fill that position." He said then walked away

I felt a chill go down my spine as I realized something..he was hot. He was also mysterious.

We're in.. I thought

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