Shadow And Bone - Blog Posts
has anyone asked Leigh Bardugo on her inspiration for Sturmhond yet because if it’s not Captain Jack Sparrow then I don’t know what is.
- They both have to keep correcting people on their title
- They’re both “pirates” who do good things
- They’re both witty and somewhat cunning but extremely charming
- The first POTC movie is literally the first place where I’ve seen the whole “Impossible - not probable” exchange
- They’re both weirdly lucky in how their “crazy” ideas and plans always seem to work out
Please don’t tell me I’m the only one who’s noticed this
Finally finished watching s2 of Shadow & Bone and like did anyone else notice that weird ~moment~ look thingy between Inej and Tolya when Inej was getting on the boat
like what was that
Freddy Carter is so pretty. I want to look like him. His face is so… well made? I don’t know.
and if you do not strangle your weaknesses in time they will do it to you.
SHADOW AND BONE (2021-) | “The Heart is an Arrow” (1x06)
Oh, I see. I’m the wicked Grisha seductress. I beguile poor, innocent men with my Grisha wiles.
despite being finals, i finished watching S2 of shadow and bone. no spoilers but i can definitely say that you might feel some of these things as you watch each episode:
1. alina being her dramatic and powerful self🤩
2. wanting the darkling dead so badly(his wish for alina to make him her villain came true)😈
3. kaz f***in brekker🥵(feeling bad for him tho)
4. drooling over all S&B men(rarely kirigan🙄)
5. wesper😍, mostly baby wylan
6. nik becoming your new favourite with his blue eyes and blonde hair and smug smirks and sweet af smiles😏
7. inej and her knives🫠
8. tamar and tolya😘
9. nina and her snacks(totally relatable)😁
10. mal is a *beeeeeeeeeeep*(ep 6)
No cause I need the Crows to meet up again after the events of rule of wolves. They come back, Wylan and Jesper are rich and married and own a cat named Tim. Inej is a highly respected pirate with 200 times her weight in kruger, NINA IS THE QUEEN OF FJERDA WITH A DOPE ASS TRANS HUSBAND, and Kaz is still alive.
It's impossible to find a better trio! 💕
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so truth lol
That one scene in Pekka’s house be like
"Starstruck"
Original gifs by @kamillahn
Aleksander Morozova x Reader
NSFW
Warnings: Praise kink, size kink, mentions of semi public sex, bit of a choking kink, bit of manipulation (come on guys, this is the darkling here), mild self esteem issues.
After a night of drinks with friends in a strange country, you let a tall, dark and handsome stranger take you home. The next morning, you discover you slept with a super star.
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You tried not to make a sound as you scouted the bedroom for your underwear. The early morning glow filtering through the blinds that in your enthusiasm you had failed to close, provided you with barely enough light to find your sparkly dress, but your cream colored panties, so close in shade to the plush carpet under your feet, were another thing completely. Giving up, you sighed, getting up from the floor. It was useless, the panties were probably as ruined as the torn thighs in your hands anyway. Tall, dark and handsome please-call-me-Sasha had been very thorough in his wreckage of you the night before.
Leaving such a path of destruction behind was apparently, exhausting, because said man was currently snoring softly, hugging his pillow, looking far too innocent for someone who had done such wicked things to you in that very same bed -not to mention the elevator, or the ride home, or the bathroom bar before that- not even a handful of hours ago, and far too beautiful for your poor heart. Tearing your eyes away from that angelic sight was almost as hard as tearing yourself from his arms five minutes before, but you forced yourself to do it. He wasn't yours to keep, and though he had been very passionate about you last night, who knew what his reaction to you would be in the harsh light of day.
You told yourself it wasn't cowardice, you simply would rather to keep your memory of him and your perfect one night stand like that, perfect than have it tainted by the regret in his face when he woke up to... well, you. You also told yourself it wasn't a self esteem issue either, you considered yourself an average, moderately attractive woman. The thing was, he wasn’t moderately attractive. He was drop dead, hollywoodesque, carved by the gods cliché level of hot.
Yes, better to save yourself and him the awkwardness of the morning after and leaving before he woke up. Besides, you had a day full of bridesmaid duty ahead of you, the sooner you could get back to your hotel, the better.
If only you could find your other boot...
And maybe a hoodie or something to borrow, you didn't mind (much) the walk home in last night's dress, but you didn't really fancy to freeze in the glaciar air of Ravkan early spring mornings either.
It looked like divine providence when you located both items in the reading nook by the window, all you needed to do was navigate around Sasha's side of the bed without waking him, and the task didn't seem a difficult one, considering all you had to do was walking barefoot on a very plushy rug to the other side of the room. In a couple of seconds, your treasure was within reach and you were bending down to grab your elusive left boot, grey knitted hoodie already in hand, when you saw it.
There, greater than life, staring right back at you through the windowpane from a gigantic billboard across the street, was your one night stand's face. Sure, the hair was longer, darker and the beard was thicker but there was no possible mistake, no chance of it being a simple, if uncanny, resemblance. Not when that face sported the same cupid's bow, the same onix eyes, hell, the same freaking beauty mark under his left eye. And it was really dramatic too, his tall figure, all clad in black in medieval period clothes, huge green characters against a dark background announcing "Aleksandr Morozov is The Dark One". Your limited knowledge of the Cyrillic alphabet prevented you from reading the name of the movie but one thing was clear: This wasn't a small or independent production, this was big, this was mainstream, a lot of money had to be involved for such a massive sized campaign. And for him to be the focus of it, for his name, albeit unknown to you, to be advertised like that, as big as the name of the movie, it could only mean that his name had weight, that it was as important as the movie or show they were promoting.
You had slept with a freaking movie star.
Suddenly, the luxury surrounding you was so conspicuous, so glaringly obvious you wondered how you hadn't noticed before. The soft hoodie in your hands was high quality cashmere, the luscious carpet under your feet probably real fur, the books lining the bookshelves, precious first editions.
Jesus, had the opulent car that had taken you there the night before been his car, his chauffeur instead of an Uber ride like you had originally thought?
You were so stunned, so lost in thought, you didn't even notice your date was awake, until a hand shot through the air, quick as a whip, catching your wrist.
In two movements, you were flat on the bed, sleepy, irresistibly disheveled, completely naked Aleksandr Morozov hovering over you.
"Where do you think you're going, malyshka?"
In complete disconnect from your still short circuiting brain, melting twice over because he was there, so handsome and so close -and had you mentioned, naked?- you opened your mouth.
"You're famous"
A beat of silence. Then two. Until he finally grinned, easy and charming and handsome as the devil.
"I am. Is that a problem?"
He said it casually, smirk still firm on his face, but his eyes betrayed him. There was something guarded, something almost sad about them then, something that made your gut twist with guilt, your cheeks heat with embarrassment.
"No, of course not!" You scoffed, searching for the right words to reassure, to comfort.
But he was already over it, if the way he dived to kiss your neck was any indication, as the hand not braced against the mattress stroked the contours of your body, skimming the side of your breast, caressing the curve of your hip, splaying on the outside of your thigh, down and down until his fingers found your knee, hooking on the back of it to bend your leg around his slim hips as they pushed your thighs apart.
"I- I have to go…" You stammered as his hand found its way to the inside of your thigh.
"Do you, now?" Was that amusement in his voice?
“Yes. Ana, my friend, is getting married the day after tomorrow and I can't just bail on her when-” He swallowed the rest of your sentence, kissing you, open mouthed and slow, managing to make it dirty and sweet at the same time. Sensual.
You couldn't remember anyone kissing you quite like that before, with such artistry, such abandon. As if the kiss wasn't a preamble or a means to an end, but a sexual act in and of itself.
“You taste like my toothpaste” He growled into your mouth, before slipping his tongue past your lips again, chasing the flavor, hips undulating against yours so languidly, so softly, you doubted he was even aware he was doing it.
You hated yourself for ending the kiss even as your lungs burned from lack of oxygen, but as you broke it and let air fill your lungs, so did your head fill with clarity and you remembered the long day of bridesmaid duty you had ahead of you.
“Im sorry, I really am” You lamented, sincerely, “I'd love nothing more than staying and spending the morning with you, but I really have to go”
Aleksander didn't seem to hear it, though, staring intently at you, index finger tracing the line of your brow, the bridge of your nose, your cheekbone, as if trying to commit your face to memory.
“Sasha? Sasha! Are you even listening to me?”
Aleksander shook his head,
“Sorry” He didn't sound sorry at all, “It's just, you are truly beautiful in the daylight”
You felt your cheeks get warm again, so you buried your face against his neck, the way his breath hitched not escaping your notice. So, his neck was sensitive, interesting.
No, you couldn't let yourself get distracted again. You had to return to your life, had to get out of there before things could get any further. It was one thing to sleep with the sexiest man you had ever met under cover of darkness, with alcohol blurring his perception and your inhibitions. To let him fuck you completely sober in broad daylight was an entire different beast.
“I mean it, Sasha, I have to go”
He let his whole body weight fall on you, trapping you under him.
“I'm afraid I can't let you go, malyshka” He replied, not looking at you anymore, focused instead on the place where his hands were pushing up your already short dress till it was indecently bunched around your hips.
“Why not?” You questioned, even as you let his fingers slide between your legs, find the wetness already seeping there for him. He didn't comment on your lack of underwear, which made you suspect he knew exactly what had happened to your panties and their whereabouts.
"Because" He started as his index and middle fingers grazed your slit, coating them on your slick before coming up to rub circles on your clit, a rhythmic, electrifying friction sending sparks up your abdomen in record time, "I'm supposed to be dating my co-star, and as much as I like this pretty little dress of yours, if a paparazzi or a fan sees you leave my house in it, we'll both be in big trouble…"
Your hand was on his wrist in an instant, trying, inefficiently, to halt his movements.
"Wait, you have a girlfriend??"
“It's not real, moya malyshka” He appeased, soothingly petting your head in a deeply patronizing gesture, “it's all make believe, publicity for the show”
Offended by his condescension, you batted the hand still patting your hair away, but he chose that moment to breach your entrance, just barely, only burying his fingers to the first knuckle, yet enough to send a wave of pleasure through your lower belly.
“I'm only asking you to have a little patience,” You tried to focus on his words but it was really hard when he kept teasing your entrance like that, penetrating you less than an inch at a time and withdrawing his fingers again, only to caress your labia, your slit, your clit with a butterfly's wing pressure. “Just wait here until I can call my assistant to bring you some casual clothes, so if someone sees you leave here, at least it won't be so obvious you spent the night…” He rolled your clit between the pads of his fingertips then, making your eyes roll back. “Just a couple of hours, what do you say, pretty girl? I promise I'll make it worth your while…”
It did sound like a logical course of action, you were sure that made sense, or as much sense you could make of something with his hands driving you to distraction like that.
“Just… just a couple of hours?” It was pretty early anyway, your friends would probably sleep till noon, nursing their own hangovers, they wouldn't even notice your absence.
“Just a handful of hours” He brought his thumb to the mix, ghosting it over your most sensitive nub of nerves.
“Oh… ok” You sighed, giving in.
“There's a good girl” You could hear the smirk in his voice but couldn't find it in yourself to care, not when he rewarded you by burying his fingers inside you to the hilt wasting no time in starting to pump them in and out, thumb rubbing at your clit expertly, multiplying your pleasure to eleven right then and there. He seemed to relish in the noises leaving your throat, whispering praises in your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. “That's it, just like that, let me take care of you. I can make it good for you… let me make it good for you…”
“Yes…”
His strokes changed then, exploring, searching your tight, wet heat for something. You knew the moment he found it because sparks exploded behind your eyelids, making you whimper and moan, and writhe. He pinned your hips to the bed with his other hand, keeping you in place as he intensified his assault, picking up the pace.
It was almost embarrassing, how quickly you had become such a mess in his hands.
"So beautiful… so responsive… God, you're perfect"
You had never been one for praise kink, but his words in that voice, so deliciously husky with desire, was doing something to you. Something that obliterated your brain function better than any drink ever did.
"Yeah, just like that… ride my hand just like that, looks so sexy… Fucking sexiest thing I have ever seen…"
You had no idea when you had started following the movements of his fingers with your hips but you were glad he liked it; you didn't think you could stop if you tried, you were too close, too far gone.
"Wanna see you ride my cock just like that… think you can do that for me, malyshka?"
You nodded not really processing his words, you would have done anything he asked of you at that moment, that was why it was so disorienting to suddenly find your positions reversed, with him laying on the bed on his back, and you manhandled until you were straddling his lap.
"Are you ready for it, malyshka?"
A quick look down told you you weren't. Objectively, you knew you had already managed it the night before, but you hadn't seen it. Now, faced with the dimensions, the sheer girth of the appendage he called his dick, you froze.
Obviously, Aleksander noticed your hesitation.
"I know, printsessa, I know. It's too big for you isn't it?"
You felt yourself nodding, eyes drawn back to where his hand was stroking his length leisurely. You had the distinct impression he was showing off for you. Bastard.
"But you can take it, I know you can. You took it so well last night…" There it was again, that damned praising that made you want to do anything he said, fly yourself to the moon and back, only to get to hear that sinful voice call you a good girl again. So you let him notch the flared head of his cock to your entrance but didnt push inside, letting you take control, take your time, which you were grateful for because the stretch of his tip alone felt like almost too much, soaked and eager as you were.
You lowered yourself slowly, feeling every inch, every ridge and vein, watching in satisfaction as his eyes rolled back inside his head, as his hands flew to your asscheeks like he needed the purchase. Like he was as affected as you were. The little groans leaving his mouth motivated you to keep going whenever the strain threatened to be too much, until you were sat flush to his pelvis. You took a moment, then, as much to get used to him, to the feeling of being filled to the brim by his massive cock, as to center yourself.
When you finally felt ready to start moving, you opened your eyes to find him staring up at you, slack-jawed, as if awestruck, as if he couldn't believe such a tight fit either. Rocking your hips just a little proved enough for his mouth to fall open completely, the most pornographic sound you had ever heard resonating through the room and searing itself onto your brain.
This man was going to be the death of you.
“Just like that… fuck, you feel so good”
You wanted to tell him the same, wanted to tell him how incredible his cock felt inside of you but your voice was stuck in your throat, mouth open, fixed in a silent oh. Your silence didn't deter him though, because he kept whispering dirty nothings as your hips picked up their rhythm, hands grabbing at your thighs, your ass, your hips, everywhere he could reach that was unimpeded by your dress, adding fuel to the fire already burning low on your belly thanks to the maddening friction of his pubic hair scraping your sensitive clit as you rocked on top of him.
It wasn't enough.
To be stuffed full of him, to have his mesmerized attention, his hands on you. No, you were greedy, hungry. You wanted more. You wanted everything.
So you took the hem of your sequined dress and lift it over yourself, revealing all of your body to Aleksanders ravenous gaze.
“Ara, moya malyshka… yes, take it all off!” Aleksanders hands flew immediately to your ribcage, traveling up to seize your breasts, squeezing the handfuls and making your head fall back in pleasure. “I knew youd look beautiful sitting on my cock, krasotka…”
“Sasha…” You managed to plead.
“Do you need something, malyshka?”
You nodded.
“Do you need more? Do you need me to fuck you?”
“Yes” you were not above begging, “Sasha, please…”
He didn't reply with words, instead, he snaked an arm around your back, holding you to him as he sat up and started moving you up and down his cock one handed, the other cupping your face, holding you in place as he devoured your lips. Your own fingers searched, blindly, gripping at his dark locks, trapping him as much as he was trapping you, if only to have something to brace yourself against the slight sting of being stretched almost to your limit, the abrasion of his cock pistoning in and out of you, reaching deep, impossible deeper with every upward thrust.
“Sasha…” You exhaled into his mouth, and he breathed it in, as drunk with passion as you felt, little moans in tandem with yours.
You could feel it building already, every impact of his thighs against your ass, of his pubic bone against your clit hurtling you up higher and higher, a climb that almost frightened you, you weren't sure you would survive the fall.
But there was no stopping it, no way to fight it, not when Aleksander let go of your mouth just to lock his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling with far less skill, far less self control than he had shown as he fingers you open, biting on your little nub with enough force to hurt, to really send a sharp pang of pain that echoed through your body mixing and blurring with the pleasure until you didn't know which was which, until you didn't know if you wanted to lean into it or get away.
The decision was made for you (or maybe there was never a decision to make) anyway, as his thrusts found that elusive little spot his fingers had already conquered before, and you were falling, abruptly and unprepared, coming with such force you thought you'd might break apart, come undone at the seams, shattered by the force of an orgasm so powerful even Aleksander felt it, hissing at the vice like grip of your cunt strangling his cock as your climax rippled through you.
"Fuck! Just like that, come all over my cock, Malyshka, give it to me, let me feel it…"
You could tell he was close too, his movements faster, more erratic and found that you wanted it, wanted to feel him come inside you, feel him fall apart with you.
So you reach out, wrapping your hands around his neck, and squeezed, crushing his pipeline, until his words were nothing more than an unintelligible wheezing, until his eyes widened and his face went red with lack of oxygen.
Until you felt his cock pulsate inside you and the liquid warmth of his come paint your womb.
You collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, chest to chest, heartbeats pounding in unison, both shipwrecked by the intensity of what had just happened.
"You know," You panted, after a few minutes, "If your evil masterplan was using sex to stop me from leaving… it totally worked, I can't even move my legs''
His only response was a far too self satisfied laugh.
***
"Are you sure, Ivan?"
You were standing naked on the heated tiles of Aleksander's bathroom, tapping away on your phone as he ran a bath for both of you (you had insisted on a shower at first since it would have been quicker, but one glance at his colossal labradorite bathtub had obliterated all your resistance). The entire bridal party had watched you leave the impromptu Bachelorette's with "the Aleksandr Morozov lookalike" and were now demanding details, the dirtier the better.
"... and there isn't anything you can do? Well, can't you ask Alina for help?"
That name you did know: Alina Starkova's face was everywhere, starring in the campaigns of every luxury brand from Bvlgari to Lancome. You simply had thought she was a new supermodel, up until half an hour ago you had no idea she was an actress, let alone Sasha's co-star and fake girlfriend.
That you were absolutely not jealous of. No, if the name made you lift your eyes from your phone screen, it was mere interest. No pang of annoyance or anything else remotely unpleasant. That was ridiculous, you didn't even know the woman.
Aleksander was pacing the bathroom, as naked as you but somehow managing to still look regal af, even as he closed his eyes and pinched at the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Fine. No, seriously, it's ok…" the rest of his sentence was spoken in a ravkan so fast you had no hope of translating, but when he was done, he put his own phone away and turned to you.
"Was that your assistant?"
"Yeah, Ivan" He confirmed, sighing, "I'm sorry, malyshka, but apparently there's a handful of paparazzi camping on my doorstep, I'll have to ask you to stay a little while longer while we figure out what to do about them" He sounded sincerely apologetic, "You don't have to say yes, of course, and I would never force you to stay, but you would really, really spare me a scandal if you do"
You frowned, and his face fell even further.
"You keep calling me that, but I don't know what it means"
It was his turn to frown a little, in confusion,
"What? Malyshka?"
You nodded. He smiled, just a little bit, taking a step towards you, into your personal space.
"It means 'babygirl'"
You scrunched up your nose,
"So what, I'm supposed to call you 'daddy' in return?"
"Of course not," He replied, wrapping his arms around you, "just call me papa"
"Ugh, no way!" You batted away at his chest, but couldn't disguise the smile trying to break free. If it was a little goofy, well, no one had to know "I'm not calling you that, you dirty old man!"
"We'll see…" He shrugged, noncommittal, before bending to kiss your smirk off your face, "Wait, so, you're not mad?"
You shook your head, rising to your tiptoes to kiss him again.
"Nah, it just means we have more time in the bathtub" He hummed at that, hand on the small of your back traveling lower. "To wash!" You admonished. He didn't look chastised at all. "And after that… you can make me breakfast"
His smile was real this time, big and open.
"Of course, anything you want… Papa will give his malyshka everything she wants"
"Ew, stop!"
His laughter filled the bathroom, and your heart, with warmth.
The end?
FUUUUUUCCKKKKKK AAHHHHHH, OKAY SO IM NOT EVEN IN THE FANDOM AND NEITHER HAVE I WATCHED THE SHOW OR READ THE BOOK(S?) BUT OML I- WHATT THATWASOHOTWTFPLS SAVE ME
Uncle Sasha
Pairing: Modern!Aleksander Morozov x Fem!Reader
Summary: Despite your insistence that Aleksander is not your uncle, Alina is still under the impression that you have a very hot uncle.
Warnings [18+]: Aleksander rubs sun lotion over the reader’s body, alcohol consumption, reader is very desperate for Aleksander.
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“Your uncle is so hot.”
Glancing up from your book, you frown at Alina as she slumps herself down on the sun lounger next to you. Looking around in puzzlement, you soon find your three uncles gathered around the barbecue with your dad. Your nose wrinkles at the thought of your friend finding any of them attractive. Nevertheless, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you ask,
“Which one?”
“The one that’s looking at us right now.” She looks down hurriedly, a blush coating her cheeks. Your frown deepens, and you scour the yard in search of anyone looking your way.
Then your eyes meet Aleksander’s. The corner of his mouth quirks into a half smile, and your stomach flips. You offer him a shy smile of your own, before forcing yourself to laugh as you turn back to your friend.
“He’s not my uncle.” She looks up at you with confusion in her eyes.
“But Harry called him Uncle Sasha.” You smile.
“All my cousins call him Uncle Sasha.” You shake your head. “Aleksander Morozov - he’s one of dad’s business partners.”
You had never called him Uncle Sasha, and you had always argued that the nickname was for the younger kids, after all, he wasn’t actually your uncle.
“So he’s rich too?”
You give her a scolding look, but she simply rubs her hands together conspiratorially which draws a more genuine laugh from you. Then she unties the strings at the back of her bikini top. Your jaw drops.
“Alina, what are you-“
She only giggles in response.
“Rub some lotion on me will you?”
She then winks and lies down on her front. Giving both you and Aleksander a clear view of her ass, and the tiny triangle of fabric she’s wearing as bottoms. You don’t move for a solid three seconds, too astounded by what she’s asking for - and why.
Squirting some sun lotion onto your hands, you feel a little self conscious that you’ve been drawn into this plan of Alina’s to attract Aleksander’s attention. You can feel his eyes on you, and you do your best not to look at him.
Instead, you focus on smoothing your hands over Alina’s soft skin. Of course Aleksander would look over at her. You move your thumbs in circles as you rub the lotion in, almost massaging her, and her hips shift slightly.
She lifts her head up, turning towards you.
“You should put a little under my waistband. Just in case.” Your mind is far too scrambled with embarrassment and anxiety to notice her glancing over to meet Aleksander’s gaze.
Smearing more lotion on your hands, you carefully lift up the waistband of her bottoms and run your hands along the length of her waist. You pray that your parents, or any other family member for that matter, aren’t looking over at this point. You’re consumed by these thoughts, until a shadow passes over Alina’s body, bringing you back to reality.
Then you hear a warm, silky voice say,
“Good afternoon ladies.” You look up and meet Aleksander’s dark eyes.
From your position on the sun lounger, you’re eye level with his crotch, and you know he sees your gaze flicker down briefly. Alina sits up with a dazzling smile.
“Thanks, love. Will you do me up?”
You fumble with the strings as Alina directs her attention to Aleksander.
“Mr Morozov, isn’t it?”
“Yes, and you must be Alina.” She brings one of her knees up to her chest, curling her arms around the folded limb as she grins.
“You’ve heard of me?”
“Only good things I assure you.”
Your cheeks warm as you remember you had briefly told Aleksander that you’d invited Alina over. It had only been a passing conversation - as all your conversations with Aleksander were.
He turns his attention back to you.
“Would you like some help with that milaya?” He asks, gesturing down to the bottle of lotion that you’re currently fiddling with. “We wouldn’t you to get burnt either, now would we?”
You blink up at him, and he shakes his head slightly with widened eyes as if he were miming the response he wanted from you. You hurry to shake your head in response, before adding a small,
“Please.”
He settles on the lounger next to you, his long fingers curling around the bottle and you turn to face Alina so that Aleksander can apply the lotion to your back. Alina pulls a face that shows you what she thinks of you not being brave enough to lie down on the lounger - completely at Aleksander’s mercy. You stick your tongue out in response.
Aleksander observes the encounter quietly as he smooths the lotion over his palms.
“I gather that the two of you are close?” He says, and prevents you from answering as his cool fingers rub over your shoulders. Alina answers him instead.
“We’ve known each other since high school.”
Aleksander’s hands are large, and feel so much better than yours must have felt to Alina. He takes his time, running over the length of your back. You hardly breathe when his fingers dip under your waistband, and you wonder if he likes what he sees.
Aleksander’s fingers trace along the curve of your spine, and you squirm. Alina knows you better than you know yourself. So, when she had seen you look at Aleksander she knew you wanted him. You can see the mischief in her eyes as Aleksander continues to touch you. She looks sickeningly pleased with herself as she picks up the book you were reading.
It’s only Aleksander’s voice that pulls you away from her gaze.
“Turn around milaya, let me do your front.”
“Oh no, you don’t have to, I can do-“
“Nonsense. Let me.”
Aleksander’s tone leaves no room for argument, and Alina looks thrilled at the prospect. So, on shaky legs you turn and face Aleksander. He gives you a fond smile that makes your embarrassment seem worthwhile. That is until he puts his hands back on you.
He smooths over your neck, fingers curling ever so slightly around your throat, and you know he sees the glazed look in your eyes.
“You’ve missed a spot.” Alina says lightly, and you shoot her a glance. She only grins at you, turning a page with a delicate finger.
Aleksander pays her no mind as he slides his fingers under the straps of your bikini top, and you try your hardest not to squirm. His touch is featherlight against your collarbones, and you want to arch into him.
He squeezes more lotion onto his palm which he then spreads over your stomach. You jump at the contact and a small gasp leaves your lips. Aleksander looks at you, there’s concern in his eyes, but he raises a brow as if he’s scolding you for squirming.
“Sorry. Just cold.” You mumble. The corner of his mouth quirks into a smirk.
In a few smooth motions, Aleksander has covered your thighs in lotion, and you hold you breath for the entire time. When he’s done he looks back at your face, no doubt taking in your wide eyes and rapidly expanding chest.
Alina grins, leaning over your lounger with a towel, before passing it to Aleksander.
“Say thank you to Uncle Sasha.” She teases.
His dark eyes meet yours, and your cheeks are aflame. You’ve never called him that. But the words are right there on the tip of your tongue, your lips already parted to say it aloud. Then your mom calls out your name. You sigh in relief and scramble up away from them both.
“I’ll be right back.” You tell them, knowing it’s a lie.
You spend the rest of the day avoiding them both.
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It gets worse from that moment onwards.
Your crush on Aleksander had always been a secret - it was a private fantasy of yours that you never even dreamed of acting upon.
After the encounter during your family barbecue, Aleksander doesn’t stop plaguing your life.
You’re half asleep, drinking your morning tea in your parents’ kitchen, enjoying the peace before you sister and her children arrive to wreak havoc on the house. As you lower the mug from your lips you nearly choke on the liquid already halfway down your throat. Aleksander raises a brow at you as he waltzes into the kitchen with messy bed head, wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts.
“Aleksander, what are you doing here?”
“Good morning to you too milaya.” He says breezily as he opens up the cupboard beside you to pull out some bread. You watch, in something akin to disbelief, as he makes toast.
Why does he look more comfortable in your family home than you do?
“Did you sleep well?” He asks you. No you most certainly did not. Every time your eyes fluttered closed, ready to sleep, the feeling of Aleksander’s hands gliding down your body in strong firm motions haunted you. You decide to deflect,
“You haven’t answered my question.” He raises a brow at you as you sit at the kitchen island. You open the tub of cereal and pour yourself a bowlful. “What are you doing here?”
He glances down at the plate in front of him, as he spreads jam over his toast.
“I’m making toast.” He lifts his eyes up to meet yours, and there’s a playful twinkle in their depths. Your mouth parts. You don’t know how to respond. Of course you knew he was capable of being charming and funny, you had seen him play with your cousins, nephews, and nieces.
But he had always seemed so reserved around you. Your conversations had been limited to small talk, that you had replayed over in your mind for hours afterwards, chastising yourself for being so painfully shy.
Aleksander seems to take pity on you, and fills the silence with a more genuine answer.
“Your father and I were working on some contracts, late into the night, and he offered me the guest room. What time did you arrive?”
“Just after midnight.”
His brows crinkle, then he nods,
“I must have just missed you.” You fiddle with your spoon, spinning the pieces of cereal around in the bowl.
You don’t know how you would have reacted meeting Aleksander on the landing as you made your way to your room last night. Perhaps you would have slept better knowing he was in the house. Maybe you would have slept worse.
You throw a spoonful of cereal into your mouth, trying to think of something to say once you’ve finished munching.
“Did you finish the contracts?” He nods before he glances at the clock.
“I’ll be going in to submit them soon.”
“Today?” He nods again, slowly this time. “But it’s a Saturday.” He laughs softly, and you almost melt into a puddle on the floor.
“It won’t be for long milaya. I’ll back before you know it.”
“You’ll be back?”
“Your mother invited me to dinner.”
Oh fantastic.
Aleksander finishes his breakfast quicker than you, mostly because you spend more time playing with your food than eating it. You usually don’t eat much for breakfast, but in your nervousness you’d poured a ridiculously large bowl for yourself.
You hear the floorboards creak as he makes his way upstairs, and hear the guest room door swing open. There’s small rustling sounds, then he walks across the landing and into the bathroom. The door shuts, and you hear the lock click behind him. It’s only once you hear the shower water running that you breath a sigh of relief, and feel free to move around your own house.
He’s fully dressed when he emerges from the bathroom. A crisp white shirt which clings to his body in all the right places, dark formal pants and grey socks. Dark hair slicked back, but not too much, so you can still dream about ruffling it with your fingers. He’s the picture of perfection.
You suddenly feel very silly standing outside in the hallway wearing your pyjamas, with a bundle of clothes and a towel tucked against your chest. He acknowledges you with a nod and a small smile as he passes you in the hallway, before assuring you that he no longer needs the bathroom.
The entire room smells like Aleksander. You had noticed the small toiletries bag nestled under his arm, but you had assumed it just had simple necessities like his toothbrush and toothpaste.
Not his shower gel, or shampoo. The room is still warm from his shower, and you want to bask in the warmth of Aleksander’s scent. You wonder if this is what his bathroom smells like. Then you shove those thoughts away violently.
You don’t care what Aleksander’s bathroom smells like.
You don’t.
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Aleksander was right, he was back before you knew it.
The weather isn’t as hot as the day of the barbecue, but the shorts and tank top you’re wearing today seemed appropriate. But as your youngest nephew tugs on the front of your top you realise your mistake. Luckily Aleksander scoops the boy up, rescuing you from disaster.
You smile gratefully at him, pretending not to notice how his eyes flicker down as you adjust the straps of your tank top.
“Thank you.” You say quietly.
“You’re welcome.” Then he turns to the child in his arms. “Now young man, we don’t take a lady’s clothes off without her permission. Isn’t that right milaya?” Your cheeks burn and you can’t respond, then you manage to fumble out a small nod.
“Very right.”
You keep yourself busy for the rest of the day, and away from Aleksander. But he seems impossible to escape.
When your mom tells you that the family is going out for dinner, and that Aleksander is invited, you breathe a sigh of relief. At least there’s no chance of you being left alone with Aleksander. So, you dress up nicely and wait by your car.
Because he’s a perfect gentleman, Aleksander helps your sister get her kids into your car, and gives you a small smile before he joins your parents in their car. Your heart is still pounding as you pull out outside the restaurant.
“Reservation under Morozov?” You say to the waiter, and he nods immediately and guides you over to a table. Everyone else is already seated. Meaning there’s only a few chairs left, namely one in front of Aleksander, and one next to Aleksander. You hesitate. Which one will be easiest for you to function at?
The decision is taken from you as your sister sits down in front of Aleksander. Meaning you take the seat beside him. He smiles at you as you sit, and warmth tingles through your body.
He spends the entire evening being ridiculously charming, and ridiculously attractive, and ridiculously funny. Aleksander doesn’t seem like a man with a sense of humour, but he’s often so quick witted it startles you. You find yourself laughing far too much at his jabs and remarks.
So, by the time you return home, you’re incredibly annoyed with him. And yourself. But mostly him. How dare he be so attractive and unattainable?
All you want to do is get into bed and escape this entire day. You hope that Aleksander will be driving home tonight, but you doubt it.
Then your parents ask you to join them for a drink in the living room, and you can’t refuse them. Aleksander sits in the armchair usually frequented by you. The armchair that you used to curl up on and read until your parents forced you to go to sleep.
The evening light casts a glow around him, and you swallow a large amount of wine in an attempt to stop thinking about him. You’re unsuccessful. As your parents and sister talk amongst themselves, all you can think about is Aleksander.
Your sister is the first one to leave, with her small gaggle of children you all know she needs the rest. Then your parents head up to bed. Leaving you alone with Aleksander.
Neither of you talk. He simply watches you, and you continue to drink as a means to distract yourself from the fact that he’s watching you. It’s only as you’re reaching for the rest of the bottle that he speaks, leaning forward to rest his hand over yours.
“I think you’ve had enough tonight milaya.”
“Oh you do?” He raises a brow at your tone, and heat pools between your legs.
You wonder what would happen if he let you continue drinking. Whether it would give you confidence to finally sit in his lap and kiss him senseless. Or better yet, to kneel at his feet, undo his trousers, and pull out his co-
“Fuck!” You hiss quietly, pressing your hand against your face as you realise where your thoughts had been going. Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you nod enthusiastically as you agree with him. “I’ve had enough.”
“Would you like me to help you upstairs?” You nod, your eyes still closed in a dizzying mixture of shame and arousal.
“Please.”
His hand is on the small of your back as the two of you head upstairs, and you can feel his eyes on you. The warmth of his palm soaks through your dress, and you wish you could feel his hands all over you. You stumble slightly as you reach the door to your bedroom, and Aleksander catches you. His body presses yours against the doorframe, your chest flush with his. His eyes flicker down to your lips.
For a moment you think he’s going to kiss you, and your mind is filled with thoughts of him driving the air from your lungs with a searing kiss. Of him driving you hard against the wall, then carrying you to your bed to fuck you.
Aleksander takes your chin between his fingers, looking deep into your eyes. Anticipation claws at your skin, you need him so badly it hurts. He leans in and your eyes close, eager for him take.
Then he turns his head, and presses his lips to your cheek. The ghost of a kiss that makes you whimper. He closes his eyes, as if he’s memorising the sound. Or steeling himself to resist it. You don’t know which is worse.
“Sleep well milaya.”
He steps away, and you’re struggling to catch your breath. You stare at him with wide eyes.
He’s quiet as he withdraws himself from your space, and turns away quickly. You’re filled with the sudden need to make him ache. The same way he makes you ache. Your voice is soft, but you know it carries its way down the hallway to his ears.
“Goodnight Uncle Sasha.”
He stops still. He turns, but you’ve already slipped into your bedroom and the door is shut.
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THE DARKLING
Beauty and the Beast ~ Darkling/Aleksander
One, two, three, four
The Darkling's Beloved
Pairing: Aleksander Morovoza x Elementalist!Male reader
Word count: 1500+
Summary: The only thing Aleksander needed in the word was Y/n.
Warning: Reader's death, fighting, guns, violence, and a little bit of fluff.
A/n: the whole entire show I was screaming for Kirigan to fuck me but there's no fucking here so T_T.
Part 2
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The Kings men were still looking for both you and Alek, for he had open the fold. Slowly but surely they were gaining in on the both of you and you two knew a battle would occur it was only a matter of time. Hiding in caves seem to be the smartest option, not only could you close up the entrance and reopen it but you could summon a ball of light to keep the monsters away.
You woke up before Aleksander but you couldn't move, his arms around your waist leaving you grounded like an 100 year old oak tree. The fire had went out that you created but the lights still lit up the cave, you wondered if you could help Alek with the fold using your light to control it to help your kind survive and not be hunted like deer by the king.
You attempted to pull Alek's arms off of your waist so you could at least see if it was day or night, but it seemed even in sleep he knew when you were trying to escape, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms tighter around you.
"Where are you trying to go darling?" A little bit of his hair got into your face, leaving you having to clear the obstacle in your eyes.
"I'm trying to see the time honey." You turn around, looking at his face, you lay a kiss upon the tip of his nose.
"We need to keep moving, somehow they're constantly on our tail." No matter how much you loved being in your beloved's embrace you're still both on the run.
He sits up and looks at you, he seems to be thinking about the problem at hand. "We should stop running." He has this pained look in his eyes, taking a breath before continuing his sentence, "At some point we're going to have no other place to run, then what... If my last day on this earth is fighting with you by my side I'd take it any day." He caress your cheek into his hand laying a kiss onto you lips, short and sweet your favorite.
You layed there with eachother, knowing in some sense he was right, running will only get you so far before you can run no longer.
"You're right...but how will we fight a squad of soldiers, ready and prepared for what we can do?" You lean into his touch even more, he was giving you all you need and you were doing the exact same for him.
"I don't know how but all I know is if we're together we can conquer anything." You bring your hands to his long luscious hair, twirling a piece of it around you finger.
"You know I think shorter hair would suit you more." He chuckles, moving to get up from the floor of the cave, pulling you up in the process.
"I'll keep that in mind next time I get an haircut." You open the entrance to cave, letting sun rays into the cave, slowly heating the cave.
"So what do we do now?" You walk towards where the sunlight is coming from pulling Aleksander with you.
"We wait... That's all we really can do darling." You nod, you listened to the wind blowing and birds chirping, the world could be so peaceful but so cruel at the same time.
After a while you could feel movement in the area around you, you look towards Aleksander to see if he felt it too, he made a gesture telling you he indeed felt it too.
In seconds, you two were surrounded by armed men with weapons meant to kill you two in an instance. You two stayed where you were not moving, just watching them get into position.
You knew there was too many, Aleksander knew there was too many but it doesn't matter now all you could think of was fighting with your beloved one last time.
"Hands away from eachother and not a single whisper coming out of either of your mouths." Both of you do the following commands.
You knew you had to wait for them to get cocky and arrogant before attacking so you both could at least have a slim chance of surviving, but you didn't even get a chance at that plan, one of the men shot you right in the stomach.
You turn to Aleksander, hands clutching the area where you were shot, it seemed that your body didn't want to receive any sound but you could tell he was screaming out of anger.
Your legs became weak and you couldn't stand any longer, you fall to the ground, funny how being the only elementalist still alive and surviving so long, only thing needed to kill you was a simple bullet.
The elements around you were mad, they started attacking the soldiers, soldiers were being suffocated by quicksand, some by lack of oxygen and others were attacked by tree roots reaching and choking them to death.
And Aleksander, he was FURIOUS, he looked like the incarnate of pure darkness. He created monsters of darkness to rip the soldiers apart, leaving only their bones.
Once the small army was dealt with Aleksanders gaze moved to you, he rushed over to you putting pressure onto the gun wound. The creatures he created had dissipated into the wind, leaving no sign of them in the area.
"We need to find a healer, that's all and you'll be fine and we can finally liv-" You grab his hands holding them in place, you shake your head tears rolling down from your eyes.
"Honey I'm dying... Let me rest with the elements, the last thing I want to feel is you." Tears roll down his face as he nods, he's lost so much because of the king and now he's losing the only thing keeping him sane, you.
He picks you up, carrying you to a near by pond, laying you down in the water. He sits down, gently pulling your head into his lap so you could see his face for your last few moments.
"I wish you had shorter hair, it's covering your beautiful face." You smile using the last ounces of your strength to caress his face. He leans into your hand, kissing the palm of it before taking it and putting your hand back to your side.
"I love you Y/n... I love you so much that I know I'll never love another." He leans down to kiss your cheek and that's the last thing you feel before you fall into a deep slumber. "I'll find a way to bring you back my beloved even if it takes eternity" He whispers under his breath.
He noticed that your body started to turn into stone. He gets up and backs away to see the process, water coiled around your body, plants sprouted around you and light emitted around you.
He looks down at you and whispers "I will find a way... No matter how long it takes." He walks away remembering the exact location of your resting place.
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"General Kirigan, the scouts have found the book on Elementalist." Kirigan turns around and grabs the book out of Ivan's hand.
"Thank you Ivan, don't let anyone near my tent until I say so please." Ivan nods leaving the tent and heads back outside to the entrance of the tent. Kirigan immediately starts reading the book about the Elementalist and their magical abilities. He comes across a page about elementalist's death, it reads that they can't die hinting towards their immortality, when put into a state where a mortal would die, they become one will the elements again, but can be revived when a sun summoner and a darkling combine their powers while the elements of the earth are around the elementalist to resurrect the elementalist back to full health.
This ritual has chances to fail but the ritual chances of succeeding are increased when the beloved of the elementalist is present. Kirigan slams the book close, thinking where he would get a sun summoner, that was the only flaw of this ritual, Sun summoners didn't exist.
Someone bursted into Kirigan's tent, he looks up to see one of his Grisha soldiers entering and Ivan behind him.
"Ivan I thought I told you to not let anyone in." He looks at Ivan with a glare, he was already annoyed with information in the book and this intrusion didn't help.
"General I think you want to hear this." Ivan says in a low tone. Kirigan grumbles and gestures for the soldier to speak.
"The Sun Summoner has been found and some of our soldiers have went to go retrieve her, they're on their way now." The soldier says that in a hurried tone, not wanting to upset the General further.
Kirigan takes a deep breath "Once the Sun Summoner is here bring her into my tent and some of our higher command members to witness the testing, you are dismissed." They nod and leave the tent.
"I told you I'd find a way." He whispers under his breath with a grin.
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