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futurecorps3 · 2 years

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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝐀.𝐊)

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Summary: Aleks needs to seduce Alina. His wife isn’t too pleased with the idea. Two can play the game. Pairing: husband!Aleksander x fem!reader Warnings: ⚠️POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR BOOK ONE I GUESS?⚠️ possessive Aleks<3, jealousy, implications of smut/sex, Alina hate (but it’s out of jealousy, we cherish and protect her in this household) A/N: Yes, in this one Aleksander is telling the truth and he loves you oh so much not even a sun summoner can take his heart bc u already have it. Hope you all enjoy<3.

This time, it wasn't her worry that was the problem. It was the way her eyes trailed up and down her husband’s body every time she had the chance. It was the astonishment on every face in the room at her little display of (literal) brightness. Including his face. And let us not forget how he kept some kind of physical contact at all times. The worst part is that he did nothing to stop her.

Yes, she was jealous, so what?

Aleksander could be very selfish too, especially when it came to her.

That was her husband, being eye-fucked by that stupid schoolgirl who’d fall for anything he said if he looked deep into her eyes for long enough. Y/N knew because she was that young woman once, only she made him fall deep into her first.

They were both very aware of what their love meant to the other and discussed the whole ‘seducing Alina to make her submit to the fold’s power’ situation so that things like this wouldn’t happen. She just couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help the simultaneous pit in her stomach getting deeper and the burning rage boiling inside her a bit more with every passing second.

Aleksander idolized the ground Y/N stepped on from day one. She was his, and he was hers. Everyone knew it. The moment people knew about their relationship, she became untouchable in the eyes of all Ravkans because she was. They all knew that when the devil falls in love, it’s the most hauntingly beautiful thing ever, and you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her.

“Zhizn Moya” it’s how he called her; “my life”. Things couldn’t be clearer than that.

And saints helped anyone who disrespected his life.

Y/N came from a long bloodline of powerful and respected kings from a kingdom far, far away. All the way across the true sea, to be more specific. They met during negotiation meetings right after he offered his services to the king, but way before The Fold was created and grisha still worked in the shadows, their survival and validation being on his hands. She knew him as Leonid, the handsome man who listened attentively to every word that was spoken in those gatherings.

He noticed the only woman at the table staring at him from time to time and asked one of her chaperones about her. He might be 400 years old, but he’ll never forget his answer;

“Be careful of that girl, Leo. You can notice the fire behind her eyes if you look close enough. She makes kingdoms fall and monsters wish they’d never been born... Y/N understood from a very young age that the question wasn’t who was going to let her, it was who was going to stop her”

“Yes, there is something uncanny, demonic, and fascinating in her”

He then found out she fought and won a war at age sixteen, joining the lines after the enemy killed her parents in their sleep. Everyone thought she had lost her mind, that losing her parents had made her a completely different person; and they were right. She was now an icy, calculating machine that ruled a kingdom on her own.

Aleksander knew that if they were ever together, saints would bow. History had its eyes on them, and he would not let it go unnoticed. They were both warriors who fought for the right thing, willing to do anything if it meant things would get better. They were destined for each other. He knew it right then and there. But there was just one issue; Y/N was no grisha.

And oh, how terrible it is to love something that death can touch.

That’s the story of how the tornado with pretty eyes and a heartbeat her kingdom had for a queen, fell in love with a foreign man who fooled dark forces to make her immortal in order to venerate her forever.

That is not an adventure you forget just because a literal sunbeam comes walking into your life ready to fix your past mistakes. You shouldn’t.

In some way, Y/N felt betrayed and overall forgotten. The moment Aleks was informed a boat full of grisha and soldiers had confirmed they saw a sun summoner save them from the volcra, she said goodbye to many little things she loved; late night walks, good morning kisses, the mind-blowing sex, planning strategies together, shit talking about the king, or simply drinking kvas while reading in silence but still cuddling.

They talked about it before. He wasn’t about to go flirt with another woman for the future of his country without consulting it with his partner, of course. And Y/N was perfectly aware of the situations that could rise even in her presence.

It was the desire in her and his eyes that bothered her. It was the smile he used to only give to her that bothered her. It was how precious little Alina was, very much aware that the man she was messing with was a married one, whose wife had met when she arrived at the little palace.

Clapping made its way onto Y/N’s ears, pulling her back into the real world and automatically clapping along. The demonstration was over, and the same sounds people in the king’s throne room did the first time the Sun Summoner exhibited her powers could be heard in that same moment. Most of the grisha and guards were used to the astonishment Alina caused. Aleksander and Alina walked through the crowd, receiving polite pats on the back, people clutching on her kefta’s sleeve and hearing endless congratulations towards the Black General for the promise of saving Ravka being alive and well.

His eyes met hers, dismissing her gaze right away. That was the last straw.

Y/N scoffed and drank the champagne inside her glass in one sip. “Two can play the game”, she thought. The game? What game? She knew this was going to happen, and yet she couldn’t help but feel the vengeful idea of flirting with someone else in front of Aleks creep its way into her brain.

She looks around the room. He notices and studies the situation quietly.

One blond, two blondes, a brunette, and a black-haired nobleman who was staring right back at her. Bingo.

She smirks as he walks up to her. His jaw clenches.

“Good evening” said Y/N, eyeing the man in front of her from head to toe. He was handsome, yes. He was wearing a fancy tuxedo most people wished looked good on them. His hair was all brushed back, staying in place effortlessly and had a certain flare in his walking that seemed to attract most people. Just right. “Hello, miss...” he interrogated, an unasked question ready to be answered by the woman “Y/L/N”. Not Kirigan, not right now.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl. I’m Mikhail Bancroft, pleased to meet you” Mikhail took her hand in his and placed a soft kiss on it, looking deep into her eyes as if he was looking for something, his thick accent coming forward the moment his voice reached Y/N’s ears. “The pleasure’s all mine then,” she smiled, already pleased with the feeling of eyes burning in her back. He was definitely watching. With time, she learned how his gaze felt.

“What’s a beautiful woman like yourself doing in a lifeless place like this?” he asked. “It’s complicated,” I replied, not thinking much about the answer as I noticed how hard he was staring at the cleavage Aleksander was so opposed to me wearing tonight “Perfect,” his eyes met mine. “I love complicated”.

Thinking about it, he reminded her of a certain prince that once challenged every form of authority and fought tirelessly to get himself in the front lines of the sea. So seemingly sure of himself, all smirks and witty remarks. “Anyway, would you like to get out of here and-” A scoff beside them cut him short “Excuse the intromission ma’am. General Kirigan has requested your presence in the quarters, now” There stood one of their Oprichniki slightly blushing at the situation she was found in, back still straight but not looking her in the eye as she had requested a couple of times from them.

“Tell him I’m quite busy to attend his nonsense” “He was very explicit on needing you right now, miss Kirigan” he insisted. She complied, nodding slightly and feeling content with the outcome of her whole little show. More so, with the realization that washed over the man’s face, he looked as if he had seen a volcra right then and there. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. “If you’ll excuse me, Mikhail,” she winked his way and walked away with the oprichniki by her side, a smile of fulfillment displayed on her lips.

Her very step felt heavier and harder to take. She shouldn’t even be nervous. Why would she be? This was the reaction she was looking for all along, right? Getting a rise out of Aleksander out of pure spice and resentment. Suddenly, after a few turns in the maze the Little Palace was, the hallway that led to the room her husband was waiting for her in felt extremely longer that what she knew it to be.

Her kefta felt bigger on her too. The weight might’ve been imaginary, but her anxiety for sure wasn’t. She was being stupid, childish even when she crafted her foolish plan to make her husband acknowledge her existence again. The sound of her heels clacking against the white floor was becoming unbearable as temper consumed her.

The oprichniki opened the door for her and she stepped in with caution. “Thank you, Arthur,” Aleks mumbled as he closed the door. He was sitting in the black loveseat in the back of the room, man-spreading as he used to do on most occasions, one arm draped across the back of the sofa and the other holding a glass of what I assumed was kvas. Saints, was he hot.

She sat on the other side of the big table adorned by the map they had analysed together multiple times, searching for something, anything, that led them to a better strategy for the minor yet fundamental battles that were being fought in the borders with Fjerda. They sat in knee deep silence. No one dared to speak a word first, but at the same time, a whole monologue could be written with the things going on in their minds. Aleksander eyed her from head to toe, sipping on his glass, and Y/N stared at him in the eye furiously.

The air is so brittle it could snap, and if it doesn't, she might. No-one speaks. What is there to say? They both knew why they were here. Y/N refused to speak first, but a part of her feared he would never break, that he’d wait until she spoke. He didn’t. The only sound that could be heard was glass clinking when his deep voice echoed in the room without facing her as he spoke.

“Dear Mikhail must make you quite nervous with that delightful accent of his” there it was. “Oh, give me a fucking break. We were just talking” she rolled her eyes.”It’s funny, my accent had the same effect as you. Should I try to get it back or is he enough now?” He turned to finally meet Y/N’s eyes. The irritation and discontent were visible in the way his jaw clenched. She could tell.

Aleksander was a master at keeping his emotions at bay and acting as if everything was fine when he was panicking or burning with rage on the inside. But not with his wife. One, he didn’t need to hide what he felt. Two, if he hid it, Y/N could tell by the little things.

Like right now.

The hurt of realizing he was masking his feelings added pain to her heart, translating into standing up and walking hastily at him, fuming. “Don’t you dare insinuate I’m the one changing you for someone else when you’re doing it right before my eyes,” she exclaimed with an accusatory finger pointed at his chest. He sighed loudly. “Is that what this is all about!?” “Take a fucking guess Aleksander!” once again, she raised her voice and he lost it, walking away from her and leaving his glass behind him.

He then stopped abruptly on his steps after taking one big deep breath and turned to look at her, talking with his hands, a gesture she had always cherished greatly, in more amusing situations, that is. “Are you being serious? Y/N, she’s been here for weeks and just now you find yourself in a predicament? You’re just looking for an excuse for your flirting with that arse and this one is quite absurd! You can do better than that, sweetheart.” The condescendence in his voice made her even more enraged. “Please, you should see yourself from the outside. You’re whipped.” “No, I-” he stopped.

Now he was the one to walk back to her, running a hand through his hair in exasperation, directing it back to his mouth before speaking “Why is this being an issue? You knew about the entire plan and the things that came with it. We talked about it. You’re being ridiculous.” he then cradled her face with both his hands, gently as ever, even though she knew he was extremely angry. The single thought of him being so careful even though he was burning inside made tears prickle her eyes and her face heat up, a lump in her throat “We talked about this,” he said, voice quieter than ever since she walked in the room.

“The plan was you’d draw her in, you were not meant to fall in love” she mumbled, voice shaking as her tears wet her husband’s hands. Aleksander left no time between her statement and his response, fearing mere seconds could complicate the whole situation even more. “I’m not in love with her, Y/N” he sighed in disbelief. Because he wasn’t lying. He really wasn’t in love with Alina. How could he? She’s struggling to string together an argument, a sentence, or just anything longer than an exclamation of his name. But one look at his face tells her he’s telling the truth.

And she doesn’t know why, and she doesn’t know how. But anger and jealousy keep replaying the glances she gave him. All she knows is that it frustrates her to no end. That he frustrates her to no end. “I didn’t see the way she was looking at me. I was too busy looking at you.” And for some reason, she’s not angry. Not at him, at least. Not anymore.“Aleks…” She begins again, her voice sounding weak. It’s all he needs as permission to scoop her up into his arms and place her on his lap as he takes his spot on the loveseat again.

She barely lasted a minute in the conversation. She was quick to break down her walls. He always was. Quick to feel her frustration dissolve at just a few short words. One cheesy line and he’s gotten to her, hook, line and sinker. But it’s the honesty in his voice that weighs the heaviest in her chest. “I just…” “Darling, l-listen to me” he pleaded, his voice shaking ever so slightly at the thought of his wife feeling disregarded and neglected.

“I am not in love with Alina. You are my light. You are my warmth. I am only my true self with you. In this type of life, this kind of trust comes only once. Everything else before or after can only be an imitation of this. I love you. I love you always Y/N.” he paused, making sure she was truly listening. He delivered a peck to her forehead and looked down at her once again.

“I can’t possibly control how she looks at me... and neither can I control the endless charisma I hold,” she giggled and he followed, his attempt on clearing the ambience succeeding. He could listen to her laugh forever.

“But I do have to admit we haven’t been spending as much time as we used to do, and I’m really sorry about that. It’s just I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time and I guess I’m kind of excited about it, since it’s going so well and all...” he smiled at her sincerely “It’s okay Aleksander, I’m sorry” she assured, tears long gone and replaced by a smile. “Besides...” he started, kissing her neck feathery and speaking between pecks “you look absolutely breathtaking in this dress and we both know I have trouble keeping my hands to myself whenever you’re around” she blushed slightly at the contact and smiled contently “Yes, we know”

The way he inhales against her skin tickles, but that feeling is quickly overshadowed by lips pressed against her throat. Her gasp is quiet as his hand creeps up higher, very boldly gripping the meat of her thigh as teeth begin to brush against the most sensitive part of her neck. Her hands reached up, wrapping around his shoulders as her eyes fluttered close, and she wonders why she was even jealous in the first place.

Even now, she could recall the passive look on his face as the girl who had made her feel so threatened made stupid little jokes at him. But even as she batted her eyes and sung her praises, he never truly turned an eye on her for more than a moment. He was naturally charming, sure. But he was naturally selfish, true. She saw a threat in a girl whom he didn’t consider to be worth more energy than necessary. Because how could he? Aleks has always been a selfish man.

Especially when it came to her.

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