Aleksander Morovoza - Blog Posts

Post-canon!AU, where Alexander remained alive and accidentally wandered into an exhibition dedicated to the Lantsov dynasty, and, driven by a feeling of nostalgia, looks around. There are exhibits of Nikolai's diaries/letters, which Alexander reads, especially those addressed to him

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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I hoped you guys enjoyed and I wouldn't mind doing a part two it just depends on how everyone likes it but that's all bye ٩(ര̀ᴗര́)ᵇʸᵉ.

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Vengeance & Vanity

Part 4

Pairing: The Darkling x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Aleksander have established your place on the throne, and begun your search for the Firebird. Threats still linger on the horizon, and the two of you must plan ahead.

Word Count: 2.5K

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A cloud of dust hits your face, prompting yet another coughing fit.

“You’re doing this on purpose.” You remark through your weezing. Aleksander raises a brow at you, the corner of his lips twisting into a small grin.

“These books contain centuries worth of knowledge, it’s bound to be a little dusty. There’s no need for dramatics.”

“The poor Corporalnik that will have to restart my lungs might disagree.” You grumble, opening the cover of the offending book. Aleksander’s eyes twinkle with amusement as he sits down facing you. It’s rare to see such boyish charm on his face. The last few months have been difficult for you both. You have been slowly regaining your strength after recovering from the wasting sickness. Through your frustration and tears, Aleksander has been nothing but patient. His confidence in your abilities has been unfailing, as he has been teaching you to summon with one hand. He’s certain that you will soon master summoning from pure will alone. You don’t know how he does it all.

The two of you have been ruling Ravka with varying levels of success. The Little Palace has been reestablished, the damage done in the attack was repaired almost immediately. As often as you can, you and Aleksander walk along the path that leads from the Grand Palace to the Little Palace. You can only marvel at the changes made in the last few months. The previous King had always been cautious of the Grisha, and in order to ensure their safety, Aleksander had encouraged the Grisha to work within the Little Palace. There had been limits on what the Grisha had been allowed to work on so that they could not be seen as a threat to the monarchy. Now that the King was gone, the Fabrikators’ workshops had a colossal influx of ongoing projects, and collaboration between the orders. After years of hardship, the Grisha were finally beginning to thrive.

Despite the good you have both managed to implement, there are still several matters that continue to both trouble and vex you. The Apparat has been drawing more followers into joining the leagues of the Sun Cult. You are certain that the Apparat has ensured that Alina remains hidden. He is now reliant on the faith of her followers, with her in his custody, he can gather enough soldiers to pose a threat to you and Aleksander. Unfortunately, your raids have only uncovered crazed fanatics - no Sun Summoner or Apparat.

The other matter is the reason why you and Aleksander are tucked away in the library of the Grand Palace, breathing in dust and decay. When he first became the General of the Second Army, Aleksander safeguarded a number of Morozova’s journals and other books documenting the existence of his amplifiers. Whilst a number of them were stolen after your first attempt at removing the monarchy, Aleksander had the foresight to conceal a number of the books in one of the passages under the Little Palace. The two of you have been reading these books to the point of obsession, in an attempt to locate the Firebird.

Several years after the creation of the amplifiers, a Squaller explorer known only as the Bone Hunter sought to find Morozova’s creatures. The Bone Hunter’s journal documented their search, and is one of Aleksander’s most valued pieces. Not only is it the first documented mention of Morozova’s amplifiers, but the Bone Hunter is the only known person to have ever seen the Firebird. You and Aleksander have been scouring the library for the past few hours, attempting to decipher the words of the journal.

It’s written in Old Ravkan, so Aleksander has no trouble reading it. You had learnt how to read Old Ravkan, but you sometimes took the translations too literally, much to Aleksander’s amusement. The landscape and borders of Ravka have changed over the centuries, and the Bone Hunter was not the best at recounting geography. They often described significant trees, which was of no help to you or Aleksander. Trees lasted centuries, but these journals’ age exceeded the majority of Ravka’s forestry. At any point in which the journals mentioned rock formations or rivers, you and Aleksander would scour map after map, looking for any place in Ravka that the journals could be referring to.

You had both agreed that the two of you would search for the Firebird together. Leaving the capital without either of you to defend it had seemed like a poor decision to you, at first. Aleksander had reasoned that the Grisha and nichevo'ya were more than capable of defending Os Alta, and that it might take both of you to take down the Firebird. The first few entries that describe the Firebird detail its ferocity, how it had torn men apart and seized them with its talons before soaring up into the air, dropping the hunters to their deaths. After reading over these entries, you begin to agree with Aleksander. The thought of facing the Firebird alone is terrifying, but the two of you can do anything together.

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Evenings are always reserved for you and Aleksander to spend time alone. During the day, neither of you stray too far from the other, after all, you rule side by side. The Tsar and his Tsaritsa. Aleksander nearly always has a hand on your back as you walk through the corridors. Your knees brush while you are sat in council meetings. But once you are in the privacy of your own rooms, the two of you are attached at the hip. You won’t leave Aleksander’s arms all night. You bathe together, taking the time to wash one another, then curl up on the sofa by the fire. Sometimes you both bring whatever books you’ve been reading, on rare occasions you will convince Aleksander to read aloud to you. Other nights you will simply spend in each other’s arms. Aleksander will trail his fingers over your skin, his thumb circling your cheek as he cups your face in his hand.

In these quiet moments you will share your dreams with each other. You both have the same plans for Ravka, but these moments are sacred and not to be tarnished with the stressors of the day. At night, the two of you are free to talk about your life together. Aleksander wants to live somewhere in the South of Ravka, where it’s warmer. You want to become a writer - to document discoveries in the Small Science, or create commentary on the lives of Grisha, or analyse historic texts. Aleksander wants to take you horse riding, just the two of you, travelling across Ravka together. These private dreams are what keep you both going. The thoughts of Ravka at peace, of Grisha living in safety, which allow the two of you to finally live solely for yourselves.

It’s during one of these evenings that Aleksander shares an idea with you.

“Do you remember when we first met?” He asks, tilting his head to look at you. Your legs are draped over his thighs, your body pressed against his side.

“Of course.” He lifts a brow at you, encouraging you to recount it, at which you laugh softly as you remember. “I tried to pick your pocket.” He hums fondly as he casts his mind back, and you add quietly. “You know, you’re the only person who’s ever caught me.”

“Do you want to know why that is?”

“You sensed the presence of your soulmate?” You suggest with a small smirk. A smile tugs at his lips, and he laughs lightly.

“Close, but no.” You glance at him curiously, waiting for him to elaborate. “You were bending the shadows.” You frown at his explanation.

“How? I couldn’t summon for weeks after I arrived at the Little Palace.”

“I think you did it subconsciously, bending the shadows slightly, so that you would remain hidden while you rifled through my kefta.” You pause for a moment, thinking his words over.

“So I wasn’t actually a good thief, just a secret Shadow Summoner.” You comment, a small amount of dejection in your tone. Amusement twinkles in his eyes as he regards you.

“I have another theory.” You nod, and he continues, “I think you could bend the shadows further, and completely hide yourself.”

“Become invisible?” He nods,

“I didn’t see you, I sensed your shadows.” He reasons, and your brow creases as you think it over. “I discussed this with the Fabrikators, David thinks it might be possible.”

“Have you ever tried to do it?” Aleksander looks away from you at that question. Staring into the fire, his dark eyes reflecting the flicker in the hearth with startling clarity.

“No, I haven’t.”

“What’s wrong?” You ask him, your voice scarcely a whisper.

“I think that my mother’s affinity for the shadows was a result of Morozova’s experiments, which she then passed onto me.” You watch his face carefully, as you think over his words. It’s likely. Morozova was incredibly eccentric. A lot of his experiments weren’t fully articulated in his journals. Even with Aleksander’s explanations, you still don’t fully understand how Merzost works. “Whilst I have more experience, more power in the sense of using Merzost, I believe that, with the right amplification, the scope of your power will exceed my own.” Your heart hammers in your chest, as you attempt to process all this information.

“That’s why you believe the Firebird should be mine.” He nods,

“The most powerful amplifier in existence.”

“But you can summon the shadows? We’re still both the same?” He looks away from the fire for the first time, eyes searching your face. He recognises the look in your eyes, the fear of being the only one.

“Of course we are, milaya.” He reassures you, tracing his fingers delicately over your cheek. “You and I are two of a kind.” His voice is soft, and warm with the underlying affection he reserves only for you. “Though I suspect you are more of a Shadow Summoner than I am.” He remarks with a small chuckle, which you frown at. “It can’t be a coincidence, you and Alina appearing within a century of each other. You’re closer to her age than you are mine.” He reasons.

“If this is you attempting to play matchmaker, I’m afraid she’s not my type.” You remark with a smirk. “And I’m already quite taken.” Aleksander cups your face as he lifts a brow.

“Really? And who might this lucky suitor be?” You smile as you lean towards his lips, brushing your nose against his as you reply,

“Only the Tsar of Ravka.” Aleksander moves forward, capturing your lips with his own in a kiss filled with adoration. There’s a tender smile on his lips as he pulls away, pressing his forehead against your own.

“Moya Tsaritsa.” He sighs against your lips, as the two of you lean into each other’s embrace. “Moi sol ye tselai.” My sun and stars. Your own smile widens, as you whisper,

“My Aleksander. I love you more than anything.”

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Over the course of the next week, you attempt to master bending the shadows. Aleksander offers you suggestions and pointers, and you’re soon able to disappear from view. Of course, Aleksander can still sense your presence, he would recognise the tug of your shadows anywhere. Corporalki can still detect your heartbeat, something you found out when you were attempting to sneak up on Fedoyr - much to your disappointment. David was delighted when he heard that you had managed to bend the shadows. You had visited him in his workshop and he had rattled off a number of other theories he had, which you had some trouble following. Luckily Aleksander had appeared to inform you of an emergency meeting before you became too confused.

“Has something happened?” You ask Aleksander as you follow him through the halls towards the War Room. His shoulders are tense, and the shadows around you both are eager to shift as you walk by.

“One of our Tailors has returned from the North with information regarding the whereabouts of the remaining Royals.” Your eyes widen as you look at Aleksander, hardly daring to believe it. That after so long, you might be able to finish this. You had heard from some of your spies that Alina had escaped from the Apparat, if this is true then it’s likely that she will have sought out Prince Nikolai. Meaning that both the Royals and the Sun Summoner could finally be within your grasp.

The assembled Grisha bow as you and Aleksander enter the War Room, and you both take your places at the head of the table. Thankfully, the meeting opens with the report from the Tailor. He’s young, though most Grisha feel young to you now. He explains how he had joined up with a group of rogue Grisha who planned to lend their support to the Sun Summoner. Which led him to the Lanstov’s hideout. The Monastery of Sankt Demyan.

The Tailor shows promise of being a good spy. He answers all questions about the hideout. About the number of supporters gathered there, and the weapons being developed. One of the archivists produces some blueprints of the monastery, created during its renovation into an observatory a few hundred years ago. The Tailor confirms that the layout remains the same, detailing the functions of each room. This is what you’ve been waiting for, the means to coordinate a strike against the resistance and secure yours and Aleksander’s position on the throne. The Tailor also informs you that the Sun Summoner had recently arrived at the hideout. It almost seems too good to be true. Of course, it’s likely that something will go wrong, but now you have a direct course of action, and Aleksander always has a plan.

The meeting goes on for several hours, as your council contemplates a number of different strategies for your strike on the hideout. You organise the necessary resources and debate the most efficient route into the mountains. It’s late into the afternoon when you and Aleksander are finally alone.

“I would have liked you to have the Firebird’s power before facing her again.” Aleksander admits. You take his hands in your own.

“I wasn’t at my strongest the last time.” You remind him. “Our scouts have reported possible signs of the Firebird in the valleys of the Sikurzoi, which aligns with what we’ve gathered from the Bone Hunter.” He nods along with your words. “Once this has been taken care of, we can search for the Firebird ourselves.”

His fingers trace their over each of your knuckles, before his touch slides up your forearms, drawing you into his arms. You lean your head against his chest. Reassured by the familiar feeling of his kefta against your cheek, and the faint beating of his heart under it all. He traces his hand over your cheek, and you look up at him. You can see contemplation in his eyes, and you know he’s trying to make a decision. A small smile flickers across his face.

“I have something I need to ask of you.” You wrap your fingers around his wrist, squeezing lightly to convey your support.

“Anything.”

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ps: if you are going to use it in a fanfic, send it to me because i would like to read it.