Just saw the ask about the Glitter & Gold au and I totally agree with that person!!! It's my personal favourite (together with the baby, it's cold outside, and now recently crowded town, silent bed)
I think I've read all your Darklina/Darkling fics at least twice, but I've read Glitter & Gold and Baby, it's cold outside at least four times each
I'm literally just so super excited to read anything you post tbh. You're my favourite Aleksander writer 💕
Also, I just wanted to inform you that Crowded Town, Silent Bed is not on your masterlist yet 🫶 (idk if you forgot or have a system, but I literally always forget to add my new fics to my masterlist, so I thought I'd let you know :))
Don't feel pressured to answer this ask btw, I just wanted to let you know how absolutely obsessed I am with your writing ✨️
Aww thank you! ‘Baby it’s cold outside’ is one of my favourites and I’m so glad people have liked it so much 🥰
I’ve added ‘Crowded Town, Silent Bed’ to my masterlist now, thanks for the reminder!
Hi hi!!! I'm so glad you're back, you're quite literally my favourite Grishaverse writer!! I've read so many fics but none top yours
I was wondering, if I could so humbly ask, whether you might ever continue (or write another part) of the Glitter & Gold Darklina series. It's been my favourite of all your series and I've read it 3(4?) times now
Of course, don't feel pressured or obligated. I write fanfics myself, too, so I totally understand the urge to write and then just not do it. I just felt the need to tell you how much I enjoy reading everything you write!!
Take care of yourself <3
Hello!!! Thank you, that’s very sweet of you and it means a lot! At the moment there’s around six wips in my drafts that are part of the Glitter & Gold au, they range from a tiny little drabble to a practically finished fic that just needs some polishing off, so there might be another part posted soon? Maybe?
Hiiiii I can’t explain how happy I am that you are back ! I have been reading your stories again and again this past year!!! I wanted to ask you if there is a chance that you will post something about the darkling wears prada au ? I really loved that one !
Aww thank you so much!! I’m so glad you like my writing and that you enjoy re-reading 🥰 I might end up posting something from that au at some point, since it’s one of my favourites
Summary: After bumping into you - Aleksander’s childhood neighbour - for the first time in years, he asks you out to dinner for a catch up.
Warnings [18+]: usual omegaverse themes and content, discussion of heats and sexual content, unspecified age gap between Aleksander and the reader.
My Masterlist • Series Masterlist
Aleksander can’t help himself. He isn’t snooping; you had told him to make himself at home while you are in the shower. It’s not his fault your things are everywhere in preparation of your evening. He wants to see who you’ve become in the years he hasn’t seen you.
He eyes the makeup spread across your desk. Some brands he vaguely recognises, whilst others he has no knowledge of. Shimmers and sparkles. Glosses and glitter. Similar looking products from different brands. It’s clear you’ve expanded your repertoire since you last saw one another.
Carefully, he lifts the stopper on your bottle of perfume, bringing it to his nose so that he can breathe in the scent. Always so sweet. It clings in his nostrils, like toffee sticking to the roof of his mouth.
He glances at the bed, pretty floral sheets tossed haphazardly over the mattress, with matching pillows placed askew at the head. It looks like you had assembled it in a hurry this morning.
There’s a basket full of blankets at the foot of your bed - pink and knitted, cream and fluffy - all manner of designs poke out from the container. He can imagine you gathering them together, alongside the cushions currently on your window seat, to build your nest before your heats.
As he’s scanning over your bookcase, he notices his name adorning one of the spines. It seems an odd addition; most of your books are fiction. Aleksander writes relationship and self-help books for both alphas and omegas.
It takes a moment for him to process that you’ve read one of his books. Then he realises which of his books is on your shelf. O for Omega: a brief guide to self-pleasure for omegas. He spots a few other titles by him and his heart skips a beat at the thought of you taking an interest in his work.
When he hears the water shut off, he retreats quietly back into your kitchen, seating himself on one of the barstools. He hears you enter your bedroom, rummage around for several minutes before a long moment of silence. Then you call out to him.
“Aleksander?”
He stands immediately, heading towards your open bedroom door. The apartment you live in is so small it takes a mere few strides before he’s leaning against your door frame. He watches as you style your hair.
“Yes?”
At the sound of his voice, the frown creasing at your brows smoothens out and when you sense his presence you turn away from your reflection to smile at him.
“Where are we actually going for dinner? I don’t want to be too overdressed.”
“It’s a restaurant downtown. The Little Palace.”
He watches your eyes go round, but you quickly smooth over your expression. It’s obvious you recognised the name as one of the best restaurants in Os Alta. He didn’t pick the venue to impress or intimidate you. Money isn’t an issue to Aleksander, he likes the food there, and he wants to treat you.
He loosens the button on his coat, opening it up to reveal his outfit - a dark charcoal suit with a white shirt and a black tie.
“I’m wearing my work wear.”
He notices the sudden flutter of your lashes, your pupils dilating as your gaze sweeps down his form.
“That’s what you wear for work?”
“Not always. Usually I opt for something a little more casual. But it all depends on what kind of session I’m leading. Stubborn omegas tend to respond better to an alpha in a suit.”
“Oh.” Then a frown appears between your brows, your head tilting aside as you think something over. “Really?” He cocks his head, raising a brow at you questioningly which prompts you to elaborate. “I would have thought it’d be the opposite.”
“How so?”
“Wearing a suit often conveys authority. Shy, more reserved omegas like the visual reassurance that someone else is in control of their environment. Whereas such an obvious display of dominance is going to raise the hackles of a more stubborn omega.”
“That’s… very insightful.”
The smile you give him is shy as you lower your gaze to your hands, clasped in your lap.
“Alphas fascinate me.”
“Fascinate?” he repeats, surprise threading its way through the word. You nod.
“The way you can walk into a room, and it instantly becomes your space.”
“Omegas can do that too.”
“I know, but it’s different.”
“How good are you at controlling your pheromones?”
All omegas secrete pheromones during moments of high emotion. Some omegas can use their emotions to produce specific pheromones to gain a reaction from an alpha. They focus on their desire while flirting, or their fear when they want comfort.
“I can do it occasionally,” you admit. “I wouldn’t say I’m very good at it.”
He takes a step forwards, moving towards you as he speaks in a warm, low tone.
“You’re doing rather well now.”
“I think that’s mostly you.”
He tilts his head aside.
“Me?”
You hum weakly in affirmation.
“I don’t feel like I’m in control of anything when I’m around you.”
“You’re in control of everything,” he states. Then he frowns slightly. “Unless you don’t want to be?”
Seemingly overwhelmed by the sudden question put towards you, your gaze drops down to your lap once again.
“I- I don’t know what I want.”
“That’s okay.” He pauses for a moment, looking down at your knees pressed tightly together. “You don’t have to hide from me.” That makes your eyes snap back up to his, round in surprise and confusion as you attempt to decipher the meaning behind his words. “Spread your legs.”
“Aleksander-”
“Omega,” he states firmly. The volume of his voice drops, though the intensity in his tone remains the same, gentle but commanding. “Spread your legs.”
The whimper that writhes in your throat makes sparks dance across his skin, the familiar, delightful feeling of bringing an omega to heel. The fact that it’s you makes it all the more thrilling. He knows you’re going to obey. Not only is it in your nature, but it’s in your temperament too - you never could deny him and that hasn’t changed even after all these years.
“Let me read your scent, hm?” he murmurs encouragingly.
He hears you breathe out a little gasp of agitation, knees squeezing together one last time before your muscles relax, your legs slipping open to reveal your scent to the room.
He hooks a finger beneath your chin, guiding your eyes upwards to meet his.
“Don’t be ashamed.”
Aleksander shifts his stance slightly, parting his legs a little wider so that you can inhale a deep breath of his scent - filled with desire - a mirror of your own. He watches your teeth sink into your lower lip and he has to swallow down a growl of frustration. Instead he says quietly,
“I’ll leave you to get dressed.”
A pale green dress is what you eventually decide on. It’s short and flowy at the bottom, stopping a little beneath the curve of your buttocks - where his gaze most definitely does not linger. The sleeves are long, flared at the wrist, and the mesh-like fabric reveals hints of your skin from between the floral swirls adorning the garment.
The neckline is low, though he isn’t sure whether the addition of a black bralette makes it better or worse. The thought of seeing so much of your bare chest makes his stomach twist, but the lace that clings to the curves of your cleavage is as equally as distracting. When you slip on your boots, the only portion of your legs that remains visible is your thighs and it’s hard not to imagine how it would feel to squeeze them in his hands.
His gaze isn’t subtle, though you seem to misinterpret the reasoning behind it.
“Is this okay?” you ask shyly, fingers playing with the hem of your dress.
“You look beautiful.”
─•~❉᯽❉~•─
“So, you haven’t found yourself an alpha yet?” Aleksander asks as he dips a cut of his steak into the small dish of sauce at the side of his plate.
He breathes out a silent laugh as you pause mid-chew, with a look on your face akin to a deer in headlights. Your expression remains somewhat flustered as you swallow your food, dabbing your lips with a napkin before you answer him.
“No.” He lifts a brow slightly and you fill the pause. “I’ve dated a little over the years, but no one’s really been mate material.”
He can see the question in your eyes, but as you reach for your glass he wonders if you’ll find the courage to ask it. Instead of staring, he lowers his gaze back down to his food. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches you turn your fork over in your hand.
“What about you?” you ask. He looks up in time to see your throat bob nervously. “Have you found an omega?”
He shakes his head slowly, leaning back in his chair slightly.
“No. I haven’t.”
“Really?”
The question is soft, as if it has slipped past your lips without thought, and your eyes go wide when you realise you had spoken it aloud. Aleksander cocks his head slightly in surprise.
“My work keeps me busy. It feels as though the only omegas I interact with these days are my clients.”
The smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth is small, but there’s amusement in your eyes rather than judgement. It’s refreshing. Lots of omegas think at his age he should be more focused on finding someone to start a family with. It’s not that he doesn’t want to have a family - he does, more than anything - it just seems like he can’t find the right omega.
“I read your latest book. I thought it was brilliant.”
His stomach flips at the word ‘brilliant.’ Aleksander has always been a perfectionist, striving to do his very best. His mother had scoffed at his career plan to help omegas, and his father died when he was small. It isn’t often that he gets praise from someone he truly cares for.
“You did?”
“I never thought about having a platonic alpha. It makes sense though.”
“Alphas used to lead packs. It’s in our nature to provide. They would look after everyone in their pack, regardless of their designation, and not just their mate.”
“Packs aren’t very common these days.”
He nods slowly.
“We’re the most isolated we’ve ever been. Pack dynamics are much smaller than they were a century ago. Like you said, some people don’t even form a pack. They exist in a bubble with their mate.”
“It’s understandable though, wanting to be with your mate.”
“Of course it is. Especially during the honeymoon phase of bonding. But afterwards, it’s just as important to be around other people of various designations.”
“Why’s that?”
“If you were dating an alpha, and he told you not to interact with one of your alpha friends, what would you do?”
“What’s the reason? Does the alpha know something about my friend?”
“The reason is that you should do as you’re told.”
Aleksander sees the heaviness your lashes gain for a moment, as you flutter them in response to his words. He suspects that you enjoy doing as you’re told. It takes a few seconds for you to refocus on the conversation and give him your answer.
“I’d tell him I’ll be friends with whoever I want and if that bothers him then he can leave.”
He smiles.
“Good girl.”
His praise flusters you, but he doesn’t regret the words that came to him instinctively. While he knows you enjoy submission, he’s glad you won’t be baring your neck to a bad alpha.
The two of you are quiet as you finish your meal and order some dessert when the server comes to collect your plates. You make idle chatter as you wait, telling Aleksander anecdotes from your work which he listens to with rapt attention. He feels as though he’s missed so much of your life in the years you’ve been apart.
It isn’t long before you’re both tucking into your desserts and Aleksander can’t stop himself from smiling at the sight of you enjoying yourself.
“Can I ask you something?” he says suddenly. When you nod immediately, he feels the need to add, “If you don’t feel comfortable answering, just tell me and I won’t mention it again.”
That makes you pause, thinking for a moment before you nod again, slowly.
“If you don’t currently have an alpha, how do you cope during your heat?”
He sees something shift in your expression - contemplation turning sad for a second before embarrassment takes hold of your features.
“I wouldn’t say I cope particularly well.”
Distress sours your scent as you press your knees together, your fingertips digging into the plush flesh of your inner thigh, and Aleksander wants to make you feel better.
“Come here.”
“What?”
He beckons to you.
“Come sit with me, omega.”
He sees your eyes flicker around nervously, but it isn’t uncommon to see an omega sitting in an alpha’s lap - even in public. Just in Aleksander’s eye-line, he can see two separate couples where the omega is seated on their alpha’s knee. A few tables across from the two of you, there’s even an omega sitting at their alpha’s feet.
When you stand, a little shakily, Aleksander shifts his chair back a little to make room for you. It takes a moment for you both to get comfortable, but he feels the tension in your body ease slightly once you’re seated.
He strokes his fingers across your inner thigh, soothing the glands there. They feel a little swollen, you must be around a week away from your heat. A tiny gasp slips from your lips, your body jerking in surprise at his brazen touch. He presses his lips to your temple.
“It’s alright,” he murmurs in a low tone. “No one here knows we aren’t a couple.” He cups his fingers beneath your jaw, his thumb circling over the apple of your cheek gently. “When they see us, all they will think is that my omega needs some soothing. Don’t you, darling?”
With an unfocused glaze to your eyes, you nod, and Aleksander’s smile widens.
“Would you tell me about your heat?”
“It-” He sees the emotion well up inside you, words sticking in your throat as you struggle to verbalise your natural plight without getting upset.
“It’s okay. Alpha’s here. I’ve got you.”
He watches you fight to keep your eyes from rolling back in response to his gentle display of dominance.
“Al- Aleksander.”
“I’m here. Talk to me. How long does your heat usually last?”
“Around ten days.”
He makes a sympathetic little noise in the back of his throat.
“Longer than average. Are you slick for the entire ten days?”
You nod bashfully. Omegas are nearly always embarrassed by the amount of slick they produce, especially those with a heavy flow. He understands that not being in control of your body can be somewhat mortifying, but as an alpha all he can think of is how much easier it would be to slip his knot into you.
“Sometimes it starts a couple of days pre-heat,” you admit, and Aleksander wants to grind his hips upwards against your body.
“You’re in pre-heat now, aren’t you?”
You nod again.
“It’s about five days before I start. I’m going to make my nest when I get home tonight.”
Aleksander is fighting a losing battle against his cock. The thought of you going home to build your nest after seeing him, the thought of his scent still clinging to you as you gather blankets and pillows, makes him ache painfully. He hopes you don’t notice how the bulge in his trousers is slowly hardening.
“Do you have everything you need?” he asks.
The smile you give him is soft, but there’s a self-depreciating twist at the corner of your mouth.
“Aside from an alpha?”
He grits his teeth to prevent him from offering himself to you. It wouldn’t be the first time he had helped an omega in heat, but with you it feels different. It would feel like more. He knows he would want more from you and it wouldn’t be fair to either of you. So, he offers you the next best thing - his expertise.
“I have a few suggestions for you, if you don’t mind me offering them.”
“Suggestions?”
“There’s lotions, to rub over your glands, to ease the swelling. I could help you find the right toys to sate your needs. And we can work out what scents lower your stress levels, to keep you more relaxed during your heat.”
“That would be nice. Thank you.” There’s a short pause before you ask with a shy smile, “Do I need to make an appointment with you?”
“Not at all,” he responds genuinely. “I can stop by your place after work, sometime before your heat?”
“Tomorrow? It’s my day off.”
“My last appointment should finish at around three in the afternoon. Would that work with you?”
“That would be perfect.”
─•~❉᯽❉~•─
When the two of you leave the restaurant, Aleksander notices you shiver. The thin little blouse you’re wearing over your dress is pretty, but Aleksander doubts it provides any warmth. He shrugs his jacket from his shoulders, wrapping it around your body.
“I’m fine,” you insist, your chin wobbling as you try to stop your teeth from chattering. He hums, unconvinced, and keeps his arm around you while you stand waiting for the valet to bring Aleksander’s car to the entrance.
He sees your eyes slip shut for a moment as you lean your forehead against his chest. Dinner had lasted much longer than either of you had anticipated. Aleksander knows you’ve had a busy day at work too. You must be exhausted. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, and you nuzzle closer into his body, seeking out his warmth. He wonders, as the car pulls up, if you will be able to nap on the way home.
He dismisses the valet with a look, when the woman reaches to open the passenger door for you. He knows it’s irrational, but he allows himself this brief moment of possession. With you in such a sleepy, vulnerable state, he feels the need to protect and provide for you as much as possible.
He guides you towards the car, careful not to break the hazy headspace you’ve fallen into.
“In we go, omega. Watch your head.” He places a hand over the back of your head as you climb into the passenger seat. “Good girl.” Once he has you settled, he buckles your seatbelt and reaches down to your shoes. “Let’s slip these off, okay?”
He unzips the boots, pulling at them both gently before discarding them into the footwell. He rubs your calves soothingly.
“Get comfy, darling. You’ll be home soon.”
You do manage to sleep in the car. Aleksander turns the heated seats on, and keeps the hot air blowing gently, which seems to knock you out completely. He glances over at you regularly, your face turned towards him, cheek smushed against the curve of the seat.
When he pulls up outside your building, Aleksander doesn’t want to wake you. He wishes he could have taken you to his home, scooped you up in his arms, and lowered down into his bed. Instead, he strokes your face gently before nudging at your shoulder.
“Darling, we’re here.”
He breathes out a soft laugh at the adorable sight of you blinking groggily. Aleksander exits the car smoothly, but you take much longer. It seems to take you a moment to reorientate yourself. Then you unbuckle your seatbelt and shove your feet into your boots.
Aleksander opens the door, reaching down to zip up your boots and pick up your purse. Without a word, he offers you his free hand which you accept, and he walks you into the building. Once you reach your front door, he holds your purse open as you rummage for your keys. He wants to drag out his time with you as much as possible.
When you finally get your door open, you rub your eye sleepily, makeup smudging slightly in the corner. Then you seem to remember you’re still wearing his jacket.
“Oh, m’sorry.”
You begin to slip it from your shoulders, but Aleksander reaches out to stop you.
“No, no. Keep it,” he assures you. “For your nest.” He sees your grip tighten on the garment and for a second he hopes you feel as possessive over him as he does for you. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?”
“Okay.”
He leans close, cupping your face between his hands as he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.
“Good night, darling. Sweet dreams.”
“G’night, alpha.”
He sucks in a breath at your mumbled response. It’s clear you’re more than half asleep, but that’s the first time you’ve ever called him alpha. He watches you slip through your door, giving him one last smile before you’re gone. He stands there for a few seconds, hoping to cling to this moment for a little longer. Then he turns away.
Warnings [18+]: usual omegaverse themes and content, discussion of heats and sexual content, unspecified age gap between Aleksander and the reader. [warnings will be updated as each part is posted]
Part One
After bumping into you - Aleksander’s childhood neighbour - for the first time in years, he asks you out to dinner for a catch up.
Part Two - UPCOMING…
Aleksander gains a little more understanding of your heats, offering his advice and suggestions so that you’re prepared for your upcoming cycle.
Part Three - UPCOMING…
Aleksander stops by with some essentials, only to find your heat has already arrived - two days early. Seeing you so vulnerable, he can’t stop himself from helping you.
Part Four - UPCOMING…
It’s been two weeks since Aleksander last spoke to you. The two of you cross paths at one of his mother’s rare parties, in his family home. After a revelation from you, Aleksander steps in to make things right.
hiiiii omg!!! i absolutely love your darkling fics 😭 i was wondering if the tender loving care series is discontinued?
Hello!! Thank you! It isn’t discontinued, I’m part-way through writing the next part, but not sure when it’ll be finished. This ask made me do a re-read of the series and I completely forgot I’d written that many parts already 😂
HI!!!! YOU'RE BACK!!!!! I'm so glad I'm not the only one re-reading your masterlist and checking in on your blog. 😭🖤 I remember finding your Billy Russo fics and then getting introduced to the Grishaverse through your fics and then got addicted. I guess it really hits different when you find a great writer!
I do often wonder if you're still continuing Guilty of Love? Istg, i always come back to that one. It's truely one of the greatest fics I've come across.
Anyways, I hope you're having a great day/night! Sorry if this became a bit of a tangent. 🖤
Aww thank you so much!!! I’m glad you enjoy my writing 🥰 Don’t worry about going into a tangent, I love tangents 😂 I might pick back up Guilty of Love one day, I loved writing it at the time but haven’t looked at it in a while. I did find a little scrap of the next part that I started writing ages ago so I might polish that up a bit to post
No but the person before me was so real about checking your page every now and again. It’s so so great to see you back and I genuinely jumped when I see you posted again!🩷🩷🩷
