kazling blog incoming. not sure what i will do with this yet but it will likely be a hub for some unhinged kazling ideas. feel free to follow if you want to partake. or send weird unhinged hate ig.
saw someone else request a kinktober follow up so uh maybe the witch trial one?
He'd thought Aleksander was simply pretending to be righteous -- the town's biggest hypocrite, who will accuse Kaz and all of his friends of being corrupted by the devil out of sick and twisted vengeance because Kaz refused to give in to him. Surely, a man like that knows who he is. It must eat him up inside, the cognitive dissonance between what he wants and who he claims to be. He makes it Kaz's fault.
It's insidious. It's also inescapable. The worst thing, the thing that makes him feel sick to even think about it, is that he would have given in if it would have saved his friends. The man dedicating every second of his life to tormenting Kaz for rejecting him isn't even good at it. He had thought to send Kaz some kind of message by accusing them along with him and executing them first, as though it would scare into compliance. He would have said anything, given anything to save them. Instead, his only choice was to watch. It could not have been anything but cruelty.
Kaz's time in captivity…may have shown him otherwise. Everything he had thought he had known about Aleksander Morozova changed once he realized that he isn't a man pretending to be righteous, fighting with his wants and desires and taking it all out on Kaz. He genuinely believes that Kaz has given himself over to the devil.
It's for this reason that Kaz cannot stop himself from laughing at him when he comes into Kaz's cell with food and some kind of salve the morning after whipping him into unconsiousness.
"The afflicted often laugh without cause." Aleksander sets the bowl of food down near where Kaz is chained with delilberate care. He brushes a loose strand of hair away from Kaz's face before he has the chance to recoil. "The physicians describe it. Possession disorders both the mind and the soul; the devil is making a mockery of your suffering."
"Don't touch me," Kaz hisses. He would have bitten him if his hand had lingered any longer. "It isn't the devil that causes me to laugh."
"No. It merely gives you cause."
"My cause is that you're in love with me, and that's why you won't get it over with and execute me. You would rather believe you're in competition with the devil over my soul than that you never stood a chance at all. I did not choose the devil over you, Aleksander. There was never a choice, I simply did not want you. That is why I laugh."
History says they were just friends. Sometimes, history even tries to claim that Dirtyhands was always a man -- never mind that the Starless Saint's letters always referred to her as 'my impossible girl' or 'lying little queen'.
Experts at the University of Ketterdam repeatedly claim that there's no compelling argument that the Starless Saint and Dirtyhands ever shared a romantic relationship, even after the latter had begun working with her as the Sun Summoner. They never kissed in public, they never held hands, were never shown to be physically affectionate (until the moment the Fold was destroyed, but that was clearly an act of violence regardless of what it looked like to outside observers).
A woman couldn't have become the most feared criminal in Ketterdam. A woman couldn't have become the beloved of the Starless Saint. One powerful woman could be imagined, there's always some exception that proves the rule, but two is simply unthinkable. Women are catty and competitive and believe what they're told. They don't scheme and blackmail and break bones.
The primary sources…they say otherwise.
Every sunrise is an imitation of you, and therefore an insult. I've spent centuries mastering restraint only to discover that you, beloved, can destroy it all with nothing but a sneer and a cruel word. I've been thinking of you often— thinking of how much I love the chase, thinking of how there isn't a single place in this wretched world you can run to that I can't find you. I don't think you really want to hide, not truly. I know what you dream about. I know how often you wish for my fingers between your sweet folds nearly as much as I wish for you inside mine. When I find you again, I'll make you scream. Come home to me.
Scholars insist that this is a clear-cut reference to The Unsea. I believe there is sufficient evidence to conclude that the relationship between them exceeded ordinary political correspondence. In this essay, you will see--
Fae!Aleksander takes his human pet Kaz on an excursion to the human world, as a treat
this is an extension from the two fae prompts in this series
Kaz was promised a reward of the Darkling's choosing if he was good (only good, not very good), and although Kaz thought sitting on his lap, eating food from his hands, and riding him in front of an audience definitely constituted 'very good'….his master (captor? boyfriend? owner? god?) disagreed. Undercut by how long it took him to acquiesce to his audience's demands to tell a lie, and by all the snark and bitterness and backhanded compliments.
Still, Kaz can't complain that much. He doesn't want to complain at all anymore once he's informed what his reward would be. Aleksander was right; it's something Kaz is pleased with.
"We're going on an excursion," Aleksander announces, almost casually. The way he says it feels Kaz with exhaustion, already imagining an afternoon being dragged around to various parts of the fae realm to interact with people and things that are overstimulating and of absolutely no use to him. Then, he says something that makes Kaz feel as though he needs to sit down: "I'm taking you to the human realm."
Kaz doesn't have the time to process it — which, honestly, is probably the reason Aleksander plotted it as such — before the world around him shimmers at the edges,. The impossible colors of the fae realm begin to dull, bleeding into something softer and flatter (and familiar enough to make Kaz's heart ache). Moss dries into cracked pavement beneath his feet; ancient trees unravel into telephone poles. The sweet smell of flowers and magic shifts into the smell of sewage and cheap cigarette smoke.
He's home.
Kaz stands in the center of the crosswalk, feeling the rumble of traffic beneath his feet as he tries to remember how to breathe again. People push past them on the way to where they're going, and Kaz wonders what it is that they see. Kaz sees them both for how they truly are, but he knows with certainty that Aleksander had to have glamoured them to appear as others do, otherwise there would have been some reaction to their oddity.
Kaz doesn't think. He doesn't plan. He doesn't consider the thousand ways that this can go horribly enough to talk himself out of it. The light is green, and Kaz runs faster than his legs can carry him. He doesn't care that he likely doesn't exist anymore, that he has no money and no clothes and no story to tell about where he's been for the last fifty years. He doesn't even care that his name belongs to someone else.
He hardly gets a taste of the freedom before something snaps him back, choking him as though a collar is wrapped around his neck and stopping him from going any further. He'd never been delusional enough to think he could get away for good, but he'd managed to run in the human world for years before the Darkling had caught him the first time. He thought he could have at least stolen an afternoon.
"You thought I would have brought you here unleashed?" The Darkling sighs as he catches up to him, disappointed but not very surprised. "You can never stay good for very long, can you?"
The traffic noise cuts off. A passing bus stretches into a long ribbon of black shadow before dissolving entirely. The concrete softens, flowers pushing up through grass that wasn't there moments before. Just like that, the human world is gone, and Kaz is once again surrounded by the beautiful dream he's never allowed to wake up from.
requesting assistance with a fic I wanna write skndbdbdbbdbd
so I read a lot of mating hunt fics and decided I wanted to write one for darkazolai and the actual mating hunt bit I have a pretty clear vision for, what I’m struggling with is the backstory T-T
my first idea and what ideally would like to go with is Kaz presenting as an omega when he robs the bank that ends up in resulting in his leg breaking, except he jumps down to get away from the alphas he’s surrounded by and adrenaline carries him into an abandoned building where Aleksander finds him and Kaz snarls at him, fully prepared to attack him, which impresses Aleksander because omega in heat + broken leg still being ready to fight???? interesting. He sort of just watches him for a while but eventually Kaz passes out and the rest of his heat passes in a blur and next thing he knows he’s on a ship to Ravka. He runs away several times until Aleksander finally gets him to explain why he wants to return to Ketterdam and he helps Kaz get revenge. After that, over the years he slowly helps Kaz through his touch aversion and once he’s in a good enough place he tells Kaz he’d like him to participate in the mating hunt this year. Kaz’s instinct is to be like hell no but then he thinks about the fact Aleksander helped him get his vengeance and also has been taking care of him for years for seemingly No Reason because he’s not Grisha or his soldier or anything, he doesn’t really know what he is to Aleksander so he feels like owes Aleksander for all that and agrees because of that, he assumes Aleksander wants him to secure a political advantageous match in the hunt and he also assumes the reason Aleksander enters as well is because he wants to make sure Kaz behaves himself and doesn’t like kill an alpha pursing him. Coincidentally, Prince Nikolai is also entering a mating hunt for the first time, that has nothing to do with him Kaz is sure. He and Kaz are friends in this au btw
the issues I’m having with this backstory is whether Aleksander’s behaviors make sense? like just finding Kaz interesting feels like a weak motivation to kidnap him and while I can see him becoming obsessed enough after getting to know Kaz to keep bringing him back as he runs away to Ketterdam, the initial reasoning feels weak. And why he wouldn’t just claim Kaz himself after Kaz is recovered enough, why risk him being claimed by someone else in a mating hunt? My only thought is plausible deniability, like everyone is going to be side eyeing their relationship already so just claiming Kaz would be a terrible look. But with a mating hunt, he can blame it on them being a victim of hormones and instinct and not like he had planning on doing that to Kaz for years, I mean no one is going to really believe that but it’s slightly better PR. That’s what I’m worried about but if anything else sticks out to you please let me know! Also I don’t think this is necessarily anymore messed up than anything else I’ve read but I will acknowledge Aleksander having known Kaz sense he was so young (14) would make people uncomfortable but they do nothing sexual until the mating hunt, in which Kaz is 19 which I hope helps make it a little more tolerable
also I’m So Sorry I know this is so long already but I do feel obligated to share the other backstory idea I’ve come up with (I have not thought of this in nearly as much depth as the one above full disclosure)
my second thought was Jordie lives au, he’s Grisha he travels to join the Second Army and obviously Kaz comes with him, so Kaz wouldn’t have participated in a mating hunt before because Jordie being protective of him (or maybe he has participated before just never been caught) but eventually Aleksander convinces him to let Kaz participate. I’m hesitant about this because I don’t really know how to approach Kaz’s touch aversion with this because I don’t like out right erasing it, even when writing smut I like to acknowledge it exists/existed even if I don’t explore the recovery in detail and I’m not sure how to approach it in a Jordie lives au
anyway again sorry for how long this 😭 I’d just really appreciate opinions/advice
Hello!!! I do think you're cooking, and I can also see why you'd be struggling with that backstory point...hmmm......
I could almost see it working out better the other way around? where Nikolai takes Kaz in since he has canon reasons to be in Ketterdam and actually is respectful and they have some kind of friends to lovers arc and he encourages Kaz to join the hunt (maybe there's something about that being the only way royalty can find mates??) but the Darkling gets fixated on him and decides this will be the first one he joins.
Otherwise, there are a few options I could think of. maybe giving Kaz some kind of weird mystery about him, like powers he doesn't know he has? (make Kaz the sun summoner-- who said that???) or some reincarnation of a past lover like Ludo ksdjfkldlj or maybe male omegas in general are extremely rare and the Darkling is enough of a freak that he is specifically hoping to be able to have Kaz when he's old enough. and that's obviously such a bad look he goes for the hunt angle because he's already overconfident that ofc he'll win and then there will be less questions. i think that's a good instinct when keeping in mind the way that the darkling views himself. he would also be just as determined to convince himself that the way he approaches kaz is healthy even if it's not.
as to the second point re: the possible Jordie lives angle, in the AU I'm currently exploring with sumatraizam I've kept him traumatized for basically that same reason sljdflsj I love Kaz's character and personality and worldview and so much of that is shaped by his trauma that it feels like a different character to me if you remove it....so we have simply found other ways to traumatize him. Ketterdam is still not a safe place (considering they were scammed and lost all their fortune in the first place) so there could be any number of ways Kaz could still get traumatized. especially if (in the case of our AU) they were separated by some outside forces so Jordie couldn't protect him like he would have wanted. anyway. much to consider.
if anyone else has any ideas PLEASE feel free to comment and help OP out!!! definitely think this idea has a lot of potential
Kaz doesn't exactly love the idea of getting married, but he does love the security that comes along with it. Tax benefits (not that he even does his taxes), legal protectioon, not to mention the Morozova fortune.
Aleksander is old. Older than him, at least. He has no other family or anyone who he would even consider leaving his considerable fortune to aside from Kaz. Even if Kaz can't take it anymore and decides to get a divorce, he could easily take half. Marriage is a completely reasonable thing for Kaz to decide on here.
He also doesn't think he would mind waking up to him every day for the rest of his life, letting him cook for him and clean for him (and fuck him, not that it's a consideration) and always manage to say exactly what Kaz needs to hear when Kaz needs to hear it. So maybe Kaz is a gold digger…and maybe he could also be just a tiny bit in love.
Then Aleksander starts acting strange, and Kaz can watch the dream slowly start to slip out of his fingers. It's obvious that he's figured Kaz out. He knows that his (much) younger boyfriend started dating him for the money, and now he's getting his affairs in order before ending things. It's humiliatingly obvious, and Kaz is kicking himself for not seeing it sooner.
He starts taking calls in other room and putting his phone face down when he's through with it, asking hypotheticals about whether or not Kaz is happy or where he plans to be in 10 years as if trying to make sure Kaz can still land on his feet after the breakup. Then he starts sorting through paperwork, removing Kaz from everything he can before he dumps him.
Even when Kaz fights with him, his investment isn't there anymore. Kaz's abuses are probably easier to take once he knows there's an end in sight.
That's how Kaz ended up sitting in an expensive restaurant feeling stupid with a ring in his pocket as his partner prepares to break up with him.
"We need to talk," Aleksander says. "And I need you to listen until I'm finished. I think it's time we changed things."
"Changed things how?" Kaz asks, his thoughts already spiraling. Can he salvage this now? He has the ring in his pocket, might it convince Aleksander he really is serious about him if he pulled it out now, or will it only prove that he has ulterior motives?
He hardly listens to Aleksander's list of reasons, something something they've been together long enough, something something temporary, something something wanting certainty, something something taking the next step and making a commitment…wait, what?
"Will you marry me?"
Kaz pulls his own velvet box from his pocket and sets it on the table between them. "My answer is yes, if you're wondering."
aftermath of the possession/massage one shot from last year's kinktober, queen?
continuation of this fic where Nikolai is possessed by the Darkling
Something impossible is currently wearing his boyfriend's face, and Kaz is too busy being pinned to a wall by shadows to begin to try and get him back.
The real Nikolai is still here. Inside. Kaz wants to believe it's a Tailored intruder, he wants to believe it more desperately than he's wanted to believe in anything since his brother's died, but the facts are not in Kaz's favor here.
"I'll kill you before I let you have him," Kaz hisses. "I don't care if he's in there; he'd rather die than have someone steal his life. If you know him well enough to pretend to be him, you know him well enough to know that."
"I'll certainly be interested in watching you try," Not-Nikolai says, his voice almost lazy sounding. "But no, that won't be happening. You will, however, be coming with me."
Kaz's eyes widen slightly, his shock now visible on his face. So much for not giving away too much emotion. "What? That's not--"
"Yes, yes, I know. You already made quite the scene about staying in Ketterdam. Quite bold of you to speak to a King that way, no? You want to stay, and I want collateral to make sure he behaves himself in there and tells me what I need to know. He cares about you, for whatever reason. He's been screaming at me for the better part of an hour."
"Borrowing a King's body still can't make you command respect. Not when you aren't even particularly good at it."
Not-Nikolai steps closer until they're barely a breath apart. Kaz tries to fight against the shadows binding him, but they're as thick as rope and cold enough to chill him to the bone.
"Are you always this insolent?" he hisses.
Kaz spits at him, watching it roll down his face before the man wipes it away. Kaz has made him angry now. Honestly, he half hopes he'll kill him just so he can't use him to destroy Nikolai. Or worse.
He leans in even closer, and Kaz braces himself for the moment he snaps his neck, letting his eyes flicker shut so he at least doesn't have to watch Nikolai do it. He doesn't want to think of him alive in there, watching this happen.
Instead, his boyfriend's lips press against his. He still feels like him. It's too familiar, even if the kiss is hungrier and angrier than it's meant to be. Kaz's lips part almost on instinct to give him further access, but this is wrong. It's wrong, and he's wrong, and this isn't Nikolai.
When Not-Nikolai finally pulls away, he still looks furious, but he also looks…delighted.
"I was prepared to take a hostage," his thumb idly brushes against Kaz's jaw, still wearing Nikolai's gloves. "But I find I prefer the idea of a consort."
"No."
"It isn't up to you."
"You're out of your mind."
"I've been called worse."
"Showing up with me is going to destroy his reputation. If you really--"
"And you think I care about that?" Not-Nikolai laughs. "By the time I'm through, people will be begging for someone to come along and remove the Lantsov usurper from the throne."
Ooh! Kazling prompt: kinktober sex dream follow-up; Kaz learns the dreams were real the whole time 😨
a continuation of this fic, for those not in the know. (NSFW beneath the cut!!)
"You're desperate and pathetic," Kaz spits. "You're not as smart as you think you are, if you somehow can't see that. You can lock every door in Os Alta and it still won't get you the one thing you actually want."
"Which is?"
"Me. Willingly, at least." Kaz spits the last part out, not nearly so sure as he has been that Alexander the Darkling will continue to be respectful if he has no other choice.
Kaz expects him to be angry. He braces slightly in anticipation of the blow he's expecting, but it doesn't come. Instead, the Darkling is…laughing. Kaz is being laughed at. He doesn't even know why.
"You truly believe that isn't a line you've already crossed? How many nights have you spent worshipping my cock, begging me to fuck you, worshipping at my feet? I've had you in every way imaginable, unless you want to argue that it doesn't count if it's through the tether?"
Kaz stills. He doesn't know how to process what the Darkling is telling him right now. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He thinks of every dream he's ever had of the Darkling. He'd been so sure they were something separate from the tether, because they'd been going on for longer than the tether…does he even know how long the tether had been going on for in the first place?
Things he promised himself he would never in a thousand years do, words he swore he'd never say, all of them given to the Darkling as freely as the Darkling can now take all of Kaz's power. He feels shame hotter and sharper than anything he's ever felt.
Now he has to decide, miserably, if it would be better to lie and pretend as though he's been willingly participating in all of this, or admit that he thought he was dreaming only to reveal what they'd been doing in the tether was so similar to his fantasies he couldn't even tell the difference.
The ideal solution would be to die. To let the earth swallow him whole. To walk boldly into the Fold and let the volcra eat him for dinner. But he can't die; he isn't even allowed that.
"I hate you," he says. His voice sounds hollow. He can't even muster up proper anger for it. He can't feel anything at all.
"You don't."
"I do."
"No one who hates me could follow my orders quite so sweetly, pet," The Darkling replies.
All Kaz can think about is how far out of reach his desires are, now that he knows. By telling him, the Darkling's ruined everything. All Kaz can do is want, and want, and want.
Actually scratch my previous prompt I came up with something else. Masquerade AU. That is all :]
Kaz loves a masquerade. Rich people do too, although he can't imagine how they're stupid enough to. It's ill-thought-out to throw a party where you can't double-check every single face with the guest list.
It isn't Kaz's problem, though. Kaz's only problem today is how heavy his pockets are getting. A masquerade makes everyone a little bit restless and a little bit more trusting. Diamond cufflinks, pocket watches on chains, coin purses hanging from belts, room keys. It's all too easy. Until…
"I don't recognize you," speaks a low voice behind him from the hall. Kaz can see an exit in his view, but running now is admitting guilt.
Kaz turns and pastes on a fake smile, only to see himself face-to-face with the Darkling. Shit. The man's little to disguise himself, considering his mask is the most recognizable thing he could have possibly chosen for himself— an eclipse across his face, sweeping black and edged in silver. A man like that can't stand to have one night where people don't know that he's powerful.
"Congratulations on discovering the purpose of a masquerade, General," Kaz replies, not hesitating to point out having the advantage by knowing who the other man is. "If you could recognize me, it would mean my costume is lazy and uncreative."
"I'd recognize those sharp eyes of yours anywhere, among other things."
"Are you flirting with me, General?"
The Darkling's lips curve into a slight smirk, as though he finds Kaz amusing. "Faces are the least memorable thing about a person. The gravel in your voice, that limp you've been trying to hide, the fact that you're the only guest who hasn't offered anyone a single dance. Not to mention your silhouette. If we'd met before, I would know you."
Kaz frowns, putting on a confused expression. "I'm not sure what you're getting at, but if you'll excuse me—"
"Would you like to turn out your pockets? Or would you prefer to meet my shadows, and let them do it for you?"
Kaz asks aleks to help with the touch aversion and kaz being kaz ties himself to a chair and insists he touch him no matter how much he panics and ofc this was wayyy dirtier in my head 🥀
It's a controlled experiment, and Kaz has thought up every possibility before Aleksander even arrives. Kaz has positioned the chair so he can't brace against the wall or escape. He's handcuffed himself to it and swallowed the key (although considering what he has planned, there's a non-zero chance he throws it up…but he'll burn that bridge when he gets to it). He's asked Aleksander to tie him up as well just to make it harder for him to squirm, which he knows the man gets off on even if he makes a show of protesting.
He makes a show of protesting all of it, as though he hasn't fantasized about doing this to him half a million times. He has to have, because Kaz has also fantasized about it more than a few times and there's no way in hell that Kaz has a dirtier mind than his boyfriend.
"You're asking me to become the kind of person who tramples over your boundaries and ignores your fears," Aleksander says, as though the very prospect digusts him. As though he hasn't always been a horrible person who gets off on fear, masquerading as someone who wishes to always be careful.
"I'm asking you to help me. Are you saying you don't want to help me?"
"Not like this."
"Because you always think you know more than me about what I want and need," Kaz snaps. Then, his voice softens. He's not going to get anywhere with anger and a lack of manners, not when he has a much better strategy up his sleeve. "I'm begging you. You like to see me beg, don't you? Please. Help me. Touch me. I need you, Aleksander."
It was that easy.
Aleksander removes his gloves, and just the action makes Kaz feel as though someone has taken all the oxygen out of the room. He tips Kaz's chin up and studies him as though hoping for an up-close seat for Kaz's panic. Kaz swallows, trying to stay grounded, and Aleksander watches Kaz's throat bob before deciding to lean down and kiss it.
He's not gentle, which Kaz can't be mad about because he explicitly asked him not to be, and Kaz's whole body jerks against the restraints before he can stop it.
"Sensitive?"
"Shut up," Kaz hisses. This was a bad idea. This was a really, really bad idea, but he'd rather die than admit that Aleksander was right.
Aleksander kisses all the way down Kaz's throat, slipping a hand under his shirt so he can feel him the way he's always wanted to. And Kaz lets him, because it's all that he's able to do.
In office hours it'd be really cute if Kaz woke up cuddling Aleksander with his head on his shoulder but Aleksander woke up first and stayed perfectly still savoring the moment 🫠
(combining this with @daratheuncrowned 's wish for some Aleksander POV)
He knows exactly how it will go when Kaz wakes up. He'll freeze the way that he does, detach himself with an almost impressive level of surgical precision, and never speak of it again. Next time, when they share a bed, Kaz will be more careful. Aleksander will not get this moment again, not anytime soon.
He wants to keep him like this forever, vulnerable and soft and sweet, a strand of his hair tickling Aleksander's neck as he finally, finally lets himself be held. His forehead is tucked against Aleksander's shoulder, one hand loosely curled in the fabric of his shirt. Kaz is beautiful and so perfectly breakable. Aleksander doesn't know how he's expected to stand it.
Awake, Kaz flinches from every touch because of trauma he refuses to open up about enough for Aleksander to understand. He always keeps an escape route in mind; he never relaxes. He tries every trick in every book to make it difficult to love him, as though Aleksander weren't built for challenge.
There's something honest in sleep. What Kaz wants— what he really wants, now and always — is to be held. To be loved. To be kept. Here, now, Kaz is choosing him. He's admitting that he feels safe with him. He would let Aleksander do anything to him. He will.
Aleksander presses a light kiss to Kaz's head and prays that he doesn't wake up.
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