Hii, I have literally spent all day reading your darling fics. I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING! I was wondering if you were comfortable, if you could do Aleks and reader as parents with a little boy who could summon shadows too. Just something soft with a proud and protective Aleksander. If you aren't comfortable with that then I am soooo sorry for asking and making you uncomfortable. Again I really love your writing!
My boy - The Darkling x Reader
Thank you!!!! 💓💓💓 I hope you like this. It may be written very badly, but it got me out of my writers block so count your blessings lmao 😂 very fluffy btw 🥰
'Again Papa again!' the little boy was fascinated, his eyes gleaming with excitement at the newfound trick he had just seen his father procure. Little Mikhail had seen his papa summon shadows many times, often trying to catch onto the smooth black tendrils, but never like this. Aleksander on the other hand, stood still, the shock and endearment freezing his actions. What in Saint's name was that I did not do that- his head was running at a million thoughts per second.
The child however was insistent and quickly growing frustrated, his little fingers grasping onto Aleksander's hands in plea. 'Papa!! please!!'
Ever since the boy graced the earth, questions surrounding his power were constant. Although he was a Morozova, the only family line which could possess shadows, you were a Sun-Summoner of not one but two Morozova amplifiers, quite possibly the most powerful Grisha in all of history. Aleksander always thought his lineage would be overpowered by you and your Grisha nature, but he never really cared. To add to it, even though Aleksander was a living amplifier, he could never access his child's power, at once even settling that he was an otkazat'sya. But this. Oh my. This charming little boy was a shadow-summoner.
'Mikki let's bring you to mommy'
Aleksander scooped up the small child in his arms and raced to your office, practically sprinting through the gardens. The boy was not having it, writhing and thrashing in his father's arms, still throwing a tantrum about what he'd just seen. If Aleksander was right, Mikhail had just summoned for the very first time at the age of 4 and didn't realize he did it, and not his papa. He truly was a sight to behold, still dressed in his intimidating black kefta with a screaming child in his hands, running through the Little Palace like a mad man. He yanked open your door, shouting your name.
'Y/N!'
You had told Aleksander to take Mikhail while you tended to your mounds of paperwork, even the famous Sankta Y/N had tedious tasks. It had been piling up for days now and the constant distractions did nothing to aid you.
With your head stuck into reading a proposed trade agreement with the Zemini about jurda, your head snapped up to the sound of an opening door, the panic in Aleksander's voice and Mikhail's shrewd cries activating your fight or flight, automatically making dread fill your guts. Mikhail. You didn't hesitate in whipping out of your seat and inspecting the scene in the foyer.
'What is it? Why is he cryi-' You reached for your boy, his whimpers dying out as his hands grabbed for you. Aleksander's hand stopped you.
'Guess what?' a small smile made its way to his face. What is he smiling about when his child was crying? You stayed silent, simply letting your eyes check for any sign of injury to your son, nothing.
'What?' you were confused. You could faintly make out a slight sheen to Aleksander's eyes, was he crying?
'He summoned'
Your eyes grew as wide as saucers. My son is a Grisha. You too had been worried that he was an otkazat'sya. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
You had been anticipating him to show his small-science earlier, plainly due to you and Aleksander's pure power and also down to being constantly surrounded by Grisha. But now you understood that didn't matter, everybody is different, even the son of the two most powerful Grisha to ever live. But wait, what did he summon.
You looked at him and then back to your dear husband who now had a tiny tear trailing its way down his cheek.
'I'm assuming I have two shadow-summoners to take care of now?'
You reflected his smile and hugged your boy closely. Aleksander's arms embraced the two of you in a tight embrace.
'That's my boy. Right, Mikki?'
He looked to his son, the same onyx eyes looking back into his. The boy nodded absentmindedly, more focused on your black kefta button than to the emotional fiasco going on around him.
'Mikki?'
'Yes Mama'
'Do you want to show me your trick?'
'What trick?'
Aleksander took him from your arms and settled him on the ground, kneeling by his side. He took his small hands into his own and felt for that taste of power he looked for as a human amplifier. As if on queue, the room started to envelop in complete darkness, small shoots of pillowy black crawling over the books on the bookshelves, shutting out any light from the outside.
You conjured up a small orb in your hand and shot it forward to where Mikki was, suddenly remembering he was scared of the dark but the minute it settled to hover over his head, a shadow pierced through it, sending a trickle of star-like rain over the room.
Aleksander gently disconnected his hands from Mikhail's, who surprisingly enough showed no sign of fear. You stared at him in awe, your little four-year-old, who cried when you stepped on a flower, had immense power, just like his father.
'That's my boy' Aleksander whispered as he approached you. You stood on your toes to reach up and kiss him passionately.
'That is your boy' You smiled against his lips. His hands came to settle over your stomach, a minuscule bump, not visible to the naked eye.
'Maybe this one will be yours' He laughed and in his head, counted the blessings you had given him, quickly realizing it was a never-ending list.
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