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bakerstreethound · 2 years

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Beloved One

Kinktober: Purity Kink

Relationship: General Kirigan (Darkling) x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, purity kink, virgin reader, don’t hurt yourself honking on a bookshelf please, fingering, and oral sex (fem receiving)

Summary: He couldn’t help it, this draw he feels towards you, so when he catches you in his private library after avoiding prolonged eye contact at dinner, undisclosed desires are brought to light.

Alll writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT repost or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: First off forgive me as it has been some time since I have written extensive smut. Second, yay! Finally posted my first prompt for KinkTober! It’s been ages since I have written for Darkles and I am pleasantly surprised how this one turned out. I hope you all enjoy!

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Kirigan watched as she slipped on her kefta. Such a little thing, but he felt his mind wandering remembering the glances at dinner he shared. Oh, how he wanted to hold her in his arms and worship her, alas he feared someone was already lucky enough to claim her and be hers for all eternity.

He sighed, donning his heavy cloak, foregoing his evening ride for something else he liked to indulge in. The doors to the library usually sealed shut, were open ajar, still thinking nothing of it he makes way to the back where his favorite armchair resided. Only, he wasn’t expecting to see her there her legs draped over the arms of the chair, nose stuck and thoroughly engrossed in a book. He smirked to himself in amusement, who knew his beloved one broke the rules sneaking into not just any library, but his private one in fact?

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“I don’t think you’re supposed to be here my dear,” You felt a dark chuckle caressing your ear, smooth as the shadows dancing across the walls in the dim light. You shudder at the whisper, yet there he was in all his glory, General Kirigan before you. Your heart fluttered in your chest, beating frantically against your ribcage. You’d been trying for weeks to satiate this pull toward him, this invisible thread of fate that twisted its way between the two of you.

Those nights, you’d find your fingers moving of their own accord against you, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to reach the precipice of your pleasure, too afraid of the shame that would follow. You were a Grisha Soldier for saint’s sake, you had to hold yourself to a higher standard, so it simmered, sparking the flames within you every time he passed by, his cool demeanor doing nothing to quell the storm raging.

“What…General. I can explain.”

A dark smirk ghosts his lips and he plucks the book from your grasp. “Interesting,” his eyes skim the page. “If you wanted me to pin you this way, you need only ask, dear one.” His voice dropped a fraction, and you fought back a whimper. Hardly doing anything by existing, he had your tongue-tied, your heart rate skyrocketing.

“General,” your voice is rough, and you hate how soft and needy it sounds as you readjust yourself in the chair, trying to appear unbothered by his presence and words.

He steps closer, now settling himself on the arm of your chair, smugness lighting his words. “Tell me then why did you look away from me at the table? We shared a glance and your cheeks burned so bright, a beautiful shade of pink" He grins trailing a finger along your jaw. A cascade of goosebumps blossoms along your arms at the contact. Oh, how you wanted him but you knew you couldn't have him. The glance at dinner was a mistake. Why did your brain have to fantasize about him under the table doing unspeakable acts you'd only read about in your indulgent late-night dalliances?

He chuckles at your response, cupping your face, and gently tracing your lips with his thumb.

"You mean a lot to me"

"General, you can't mean that"

He strokes your hair with his other hand, twirling the strand between his fingers, lost in thought. He wants to grip your hair so tight, corrupt you with all the fantasies he's had about you, wanting to take you in his darkness, be one with him in his shadows alone in the eternal bliss of night as you reach the climax of your pleasure because of him.

"But I am only a soldier in your army, you could have the pick of the town, Saints the Sun Summoner herself has laid all eyes on you and yet you want me? I am nothing compared to you, Kirigan."

"Careful," his eyes hold a hint of warning, dark desire shooting to your core. "Think about what I might do to you for speaking such blasphemy…I am eternal…but you are so much more…you belong to me."

"Kirigan…I…I've only read about these things in stories…you want to make me yours?" Your stupid heart skipped another beat, your head screaming warning signs. There's no way he could want you, he's playing with you like he did Alina to get what he wants. You're far too inexperienced and would he hate you after one night and never speak to you again? You can't believe you're entertaining this thought until he breaks the silence and worries of your frantic mind.

"Do you trust me?"

You find yourself nodding, your thighs pressing themselves together trying to give yourself the friction you now so desperately wanted. No matter how much your brain logically tried to deny this appeal you find the carnal hunger needing to be satiated if only by this man, this Shadow Summoner.

When his lips meet yours you gasp drawing him deeper to you, his body pressing up against you in the chair, pinning you in place. Each kiss is an ember, stoking the flames of your core and oh, he’s smug your General, happily obliging to trail his hands down your sides, your hands reaching around his neck, drawing groans and a strained whimper from him when you tug the hair at the nap of his neck.

He breaks away gasping for air, burying his fingers deeper in your hair. “Oh, my darling do you know what I want to do to you? Want to bury my fingers in you and make you cry my name into the night, worship you with my tongue…” he grasps your chin, gaze boring into your own, brimming, smoldering all for you as he helps you up from the chair, pinning you to the bookshelf near the darkest corner of the room.

You are all he wants to taste to adore and when you feel him undo your kefta, releasing you from their confines, he draws a shaky breath, in utter awe of you. The gentle marks he leaves on your inner thighs have you shuddering, absolute putty in his hands when he kneels before you.

Your hands tangle themselves in his hair tugging slightly eliciting a groan from him which reverberated to your core causing you to clench around nothing, worsening the ache, your absolute carnal need for the General…your General….the man who claims to adore you, wanting to worship you beyond all doubt beyond all reason right here on the altar of your pleasure. He will be your first and last corrupting you and everything between. When his tongue enters your folds he groans, gripping your hips tight, your head falling back against the shelves.

“Fuck General, yes…” your chest heaves and he continues drawing such delicious sounds from you taking pride in knowing he’s your first. He swirls and sucks and you grind against his tongue desperation fueling you and oh, it feels like something else on another plane of existence, the grace and skill of his tongue and when two fingers replace his tongue, you’re seeing stars and he brings his lips to yours, swallowing your moans.

Your head falls back again, and you’re clawing at his back, hoping, praying to the saints there will be indentions from your nails there for memory to remember this night always. You know you won’t forget this night and his lips find yours as you reach your climax shouting his name like some forbidden prayer, your legs trembling and he holds you steady panting and gasping as well, his hair a glorious mess. You run your fingers through it again, chuckling and he raises a brow.

“Yes, darling?”

“Perhaps I should sneak into your library more often.”

“Oh, darling, you didn’t even sneak it, I left it open…for you, my beloved.”

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@pandaqueen7799 @feral-for-strange @classickook @frostandflamesfanfic @navs-bhat @kaqua @jakecockley @lilythemadqueen @starks-hero

#general kirigan x reader #shadow and bone #the darkling x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #ben barnes #kinktober #kinktober2022 #the black heretic #general kirigan #aleksander morovoza #the darkling smut #shadow and bone netflix #grisha trilogy #reader x darkling

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impala-kaz · 2 years

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Villains aren’t born.. they’re made when the purest kind hearts are broken 💔❤️‍🩹

#shadow and bone #general kirigan #aleksander kirigan #the darkling #pro darkling #team darkling #darkling #the black heretic #the grisha trilogy #grisha netflix #grishaverse #grishasworld #ben barnes

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hiddenvioletsgrow · 7 months

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I’m a Darkling hater if ever there was one but I gotta say The Starless Saint and The Black Heretic are some pretty freaking cool villain titles

#the darkling #shadow and bone spoilers #shadow and bone #s&b #king of scars #leigh bardugo #the cult of the starless saint #the black heretic

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doyouknowthis-grishaverse · 2 months

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novaqueenofmadness · 1 year

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We just got a letter, wonder who it’s from ♪

summary: A letter for the Darkling is hand delivered to him and it comes with a guest. nice

warnings: i was sleep deprived, mentioned character death, he’s a bit sad

a/n: i’m sleepy, also supposedly “dushen’ka” means darling. if it doesn’t and i’ve been duped pls lmk

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The Darkling didn’t always get much free time to walk the halls in Little Palace and just admire the walls he’d helped build and decorate. Or well to be honest he didn’t let himself get that free time, not as of recently at least. He’d been making sure to drown himself in work, plans, schemes, reports, kvas, training regiments. The likes you know. Currently, he’d wandered into the training grounds, not there to judge or assess the Grisha training, simply looking nowhere in particular, his thoughts clouding his mind but not allowing himself to think about one thing for too long before thinking of something else. Lost in his head, and with the background noise of the Grisha training,The Darkling didn’t notice Fedyor approach him.

“Moi Soverenyi, you’ve a guest that says they need to meet with you urgently.” He seemed a bit jumpy, distracted, almost lost in thought himself.

Not wanting his few moments of welcomed relaxation to be interrupted, The Darkling paid Fedyor’s seemingly unsettled mien no mind.

“I’ve no meetings scheduled for today, and have no desire for any, much less spontaneous ones.” With the matter over and done with, The Darkling was already walking away, ready to continue his walk to nowhere.

Quickly following and attempting to keep up with his General’s long but now seemingly quick strides Fedyor caught up and quickly but firmly advised, “General, forgive me if I'm overstepping, but I truly believe you should see to this guest.” Why, he was making this supposedly urgent meeting seem…urgent.

Sighing, his first peaceful walk in months completely ruined and a mysterious guest he now may have to deal with at hand, The Darkling stopped and promptly assessed Fedyor’s distracted self just barely lifting a brow at him.

“Who is it?”

“Wh- I’m not sure General”

“You’re not sure?” Chin slightly dipping down and head tilting the smallest degree now that the irritation The Darkling had been beginning to feel was being accompanied by some confusion.

“I- Well...” quickly composing himself, clearing his throat and straightening out, Fedyor continued,” a person showed up at the front gates and asked the oprichnik stationed there to let them in, that they just had to see you-“

“and they just let them through?”

“They’d begun making a commotion, Ivan who was passing by intervened, they-“ as if just remembering, Fedyor began fumbling with the inside pocket on his kefta, pulling a sealed letter from within, ” gave him this letter, insisting on meeting with you General.” His volume getting softer while handing said envelope to the Darkling.

Looking at the letter the seal stamped on the flap wasn’t anything remarkable or of any prominence , just a ring with no crest. Turning the letter over however, one could see a word written on it.

Dushen’ka

The Darkling felt his heart skip a couple beats, the letter in his hand barely visibly shaking. “Did they say anything more? Where’d the letter come from who gave it to them? Anything?”

He felt breathless. He’d spent days, weeks, months just trying to continue living, continue moving forwards. He couldn’t lose himself, he’d lost you, but not the goal the two of you had been working for. A future for Grisha, no longer with you, but one he would make sure remembered you. You’d been attached to Aleksander’s side since he became General Kirigan for King Pyotr, known him for longer. No, you weren’t there for the beginning of the Fold, that was Luda, you came much later when he was just some nobleman, laying low waiting for his last death to become old news. You were Grisha, a Durast with a good understanding of your Small Science, but not a very good one on private property. Aleksander had found you sneaking about his estate looking for things to steal and resell in order to make money. He’d caught you red handed. The rest was history. You’d known each other since, through many names, and outliving many kings. Aleksander, enjoying your company, made sure you had amplifiers, knowledge and training that would ensure you continued to exist with him. You’d fallen in love with him, maybe two kings before the current one. Aleksander can’t recall when he fell for you but he knows it was long before you had. And just like that…he lost you.

To drüskelle, too close to the fold. You were unaccompanied, on a secret mission to retrieve information from a spy that was to meet you in Ulensk, a settlement relatively close to the Fjerda border. But they were followed and the two of you alone weren’t enough to fight them. Instead of taking you to the Ice Court, and dragging you all the way to Fjerda they opted to incapacitate you and throw you into the edge of the Fold, let you take your chances with the Volcra. You’d been murdered, Aleksander was devastatingly aware of it. It had been months since then, nearly a year now, the Darkling just managing keeping himself together.

This letter, the simple endearment written on the face of it made him want to drop on his knees and cry his dark little shrivelled up heart out. It was your writing, the one you’d write documents alongside him with, the one on your endless lists of all sorts of things, the one on the love letters you’d leave for him to find. Your sharp d rounded u, squiggly s, cursive h connected to your e and n, your sharp k and rounded a with the small spacing between the en and ‘ ka that made the space seem slightly off but just right, the whole word just barely slanted. He hadn’t couldn’t look at a piece of your writing without wanting to lay in your room covered with a mountain of all your clothes and just cry. Everything that was yours rested behind the locked doors of the room you’d only use for hobbies as you’d mostly just be in Aleksander’s own. The only thing of yours not behind those doors was the soft satin robe you’d taken off that morning and absentmindedly rested on the side of a bookcase in his room. He couldn’t bear to move it. It's the one you’d wear every night and hated when he moved it around because then you’d have to take extra time finding it before bed.

Swallowing heavily, feeling as if a snake had contracted itself around his throat, the Darkling blinked rapidly bringing himself out of his rushed thoughts. He hadn’t heard what Fedyor had answered but it didn’t matter he’d get the answers himself.

“Where’s the guest?”

“Ah, right, yes, in the war room. Ivan is standing guard right outside the door.” Fedyor nearly stumbled with his words. He’d known you, was good friends with you, helped you make your nonsensical lists, and time and time again come across your love letters to the Darkling which he’d left alone because everyone knew you’d left them at random places for the Darkling to find himself. He knew it was your handwriting when he saw it.

“Very well, I’ll see to the guest.” Just barely choking his words out, the Darkling set off to the war room, Fedyor quiet but almost just as anxious following. “Did they say anything else?”

“No, just came in and sat down once Ivan let them through, I was passing by when they’d sat down and Ivan was closing the door asking me to get you moi soverenyi” His tone was soft and a little out of breath, trying to catch up with his General. The two quickly made it to the door of the war room where one confused looking Ivan stood. He was staring at the ground, his hands in front of him and his face twisted in concentration.

“Ivan”

Jumping, hands now to his side and looking up, Ivan greeted the General. “Moi soverenyi”

“The guest waiting inside hasn’t said anything else?” The Darkling was mostly asking as a formality and to buy time preparing himself before going in, who knows what this person could tell him.

“No sir, they’ve just been waiting, quietly…very quietly. Haven’t said anything else and don’t really answer any other questions I��ve asked” Ivan looked to concentrate again for a second on nothing but then shook his head and looked back at the General.

“Anything else before I begin my meeting?” The Darkling had a feeling Ivan was thinking much about something besides the handwriting on the letter and was attempting to figure something out.

Taking a moment to consider it Ivan took a small breath in, “they’re very quiet…too quiet.I- well I can’t seem to feel them sir.” Yes it sounded silly but Ivan had been trying to feel them out in case they ran or were snooping around the room. However he just felt nothing, like they weren’t even there. Ivan had to look into the room multiple times to make sure they were still sitting in the same chair they’d been on since they came in.

Thinking for an explanation at this moment was the last thing on the Darkling’s mind, so he settled for the simple excuse, “you’re probably just tired Ivan, you had a mission last night and haven’t properly rested since you came back.” Dismissively pretty unfocused on his response. It was a plausible explanation that the three men were willing to accept. With a nod, Ivan opened the door for the General and closed it behind him after he entered.

Sitting on a chair at the end of the room by his desk that was covered with maps and documents was his guest. A figure wrapped in a cloak that seemed to swallow them whole. Their hands tucked on their lap covered by said cloak, their face also hidden beneath the shadows of it. They’d barely turned from their leant forward position, perhaps looking at one of the maps before them.

“Who gave you this letter?” Our General, always straight to the point when it matters.

The figure’s shoulder shook a bit, it looked like they chuckled but no sound was made besides a small exhale. “Have you read it?” Their voice quiet but raspy seemed to echo in the quiet room. There was a faint familiar something about the voice but the General couldn’t put his finger on it, and he had more pressing things to focus on.

“No, I have not” the Darkling was making his way towards the figure in quick paces, “I want to know how it came to be in your possession” he was feeling frustrated, upset, sad, devastated.

Had you known you were going to die on that mission and wrote to him before you’d gone and left a letter for someone to give him? Was the letter even yours and he was just deluding himself into believing the handwriting was yours? Who was this person? Did they know you? Did they help murder you and got this letter off your body before it was thrown into the Fold? Aleksander, as strong willed and patient as he is, was at his wits’ end right now. Anything that had to do with you these last couple of months would send him off. Many others could attest to that.

Not giving his guest a second to answer Aleksander continued to get closer and increasingly more frustrated, “Did they give it to you? Did you know them? How long have you had this with you?” Finally in front of the hooded figure Aleksander grabbed them by their upper arms and harshly shook them “Who are you?” his voice choked and his eyes misty.

The hood fell and again, the Darkling felt like he could stop breathing, drop to his knees and just weep. “Have you read my letter dushen’ka?” Your voice was raspy but it was soft and to Aleksander it sounded like the sweetest melody he’d heard in all his life. A songbird in the sunrise of a rainy morning, gently waking up those around it with a soft tune that felt like honey to your ears.

“Milaya moya” Now very much choked up, and very much falling to his knees Aleksander felt he wouldn’t ever be able to let go of your cold cold hands.

// bonne nuit

#the darkling #aleksander morovoza #general kirigan #shadow and bone #the darkling x reader #aleksander x reader #aleksander morozova #black heretic #ben barnes #the darkling x y/n #the darkling x you #the black heretic

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alicehattera03 · 1 year

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Dark!Sankta Alina/the Darkling

"Welcome home, Miss Starkov." He turns to her and kisses the back of her hand, a mirror of how he greeted her back when she first entered the Little Palace.

"Remember what I said?" Aleksander bumps his forehead against hers and she looks at him adoringly, affection painted on her face like brilliant strokes of paint.

"I...shall be right by your side." She smiles endearingly.

"You and I...are going to change the world." <- read here!

TW/CW: verbally abusive Mal, character death also Mal, morally grey characters, dark au, sex???, alina is kinda ooc if you count her being power hungry, blood+violence, etc etc.

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minim236 · 1 year

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"Why did you come looking for me? After all this time.”

“Family is all we have.”

“Is that why you keep our mother in a cage?”

Aleksander & Ulla Morozova, Blood of the Bonesmith. The Heretic and Songstress

dialogue by @shakespearedidnothavecumsh0ts

#aleksander morozova #ulla morozova #fc: gugu mbatha raw #morozova family #shadow and bone #grishaverse #bookverse #leigh bardugo #the darkling #grishaverseedit #sankta ursula #ullamorozovaedit #the black heretic #aleksandermorozovaedit

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madocsmurderouschild · 2 years

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[Leigh Bardugo, The Shadow & Bone Series]

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where-the-river-bends · 1 year

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If I had a nickel for everytime Ben Barnes played a crazy manipulative man who got his face cut the fuck up in the finale of a show's first season only to survive and come back as a shell of his former self now unstable, even more crazy and with a scarred up face in it's second season

I'd have two nickels

Which I guess isn't a lot....

But 😐

#shadow and bone #six of crows #ben barnes #the punisher #billy russo #the darkling #the black heretic #jigsaw

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aesthetic--mood · 2 years

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Aleksander Morozova "The Darkling" Aesthetic

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bakerstreethound · 1 year

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Chasing Shadows

Relationship: General Kirigan (Darkling) x reader

Warnings: swearing, slight fluff, possible hints of nsfw themes (if you squint)

Summary: No Power AU. Aleksander takes you to Toronto away from your everyday working life for a vacation with suprises in store.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: Special thanks goes to @novaracer for encouraging me to post this fic. The concept for this work was based on a Valentines game my friend @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds posted and these were my results, so I decided to run with the idea and form something from it. I hope you all enjoy. As always, comments and reblogs are appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics

You didn’t expect your weekend to be upended in something so unexpected, but Aleks always took you by surprise no matter the time of day. You watch him as he paces by the transparent window, smiling to yourself enjoying both the view and the bustling city life around you. Of all places, he had taken both of you to Toronto, a city bustling and full of life. You were not expecting a fancy hotel suit.

Sure, a nice quiet evening at your shared apartment was nice, followed by a simple dinner and discussing the pains and joys of the day. However, the recent weeks and the hassle of your day to day lives with him at the law firm and you working at the University down the street warranted some time for respite.

“Exactly how many strings did you have to pull from the firm to get this?” You say, stretching your arms above your head while Aleks continued pacing, the assurdness in his strides a welcome, familiar feeling.

His warm dark eyes meet yours, and your heart fluttered as he responded. “Not many, other than saying I’d like a change of scenery to conduct important business,” he raised a cheeky brow.

He comes over and you reached up running your fingers through his messy morning hair, smiling softly as he leaned into your touch, grasping your waist as he falls into you, pressing you into the soft pillowy mattress that felt more like a dream than reality. The soft plumage encompassing your body like an airy cloud.

“I heard there’s a market downtown today,” he said, peppering kisses along your neck as he continued, “perhaps we could take a look around, maybe find dinner or lunch while we’re at it.”

“Sounds delightful.”

Soon enough you’re walking down the lively streets, the incessant honking of the cars a cacophony of an unfamiliar symphony your ears. An elderly lady calls out to you from her cart, noticing the way your fingers intertwined with Aleks’ and you offer her a small smile, guiding Aleks along to greet her. Never had you seen so many flowers, the varieties multitudes and full of brigh voluminous color, the petals beckoning for you to reach out and take them with you.

“How about these?” The old lady pipes up, gesturing to the selection of blood red roses, so dark and luxurious they look as if they could bleed. Aleks, smiled to himself while you carefully hovered your finger along them, plucking the stem from its pot, bringing the rose to your nose, inhaling deeply. In it you could smell you hopes and desires, blooming cacadeing down along the deepest depths of your heart. In fact, Aleks, in his stupor of watching the flowers with you, brushed away a lock of your hair, picking up one of the beautiful blossoms, tucking it behind your ear.

The old lady practically beamed at the reaction, a ray of sunshine warming you from head to toe, a delicious contrast to the sharp edges and coolness of Aleks’ shadows.

You toss her one last warm smile as Aleks’ arms wrap around you sweeping you in, his lips brushing playfully against your, before guiding you further down the walkway, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

“What if I told you I have an idea for the evening just for us?” He smiled, pulling you closer, where you could look deeo withing his eyes. Those glorious eyes beautiful, mischievous twins, half crescent moons circling the irises.

You don’t know what got into him, but you’re not to blame, for you make his heart feel younger than it has in years despite the loss of his family and many other relatives. He pulls you further down the street as the sky gradually begins to shift, clouds blocking its warming rays.

You passed by the other vendors, assortments of food, jewlery, and clothing passing by in a cacophony of noise, color, and sound. The liveliness, the breathing heart of the city was all around you, welcoming you in its arms. You didn’t want to leave, wanted to breathe it in the smell of the air, crisp and clean, impending rain on the horizon.

When the brush of the first drop falls along your face, you couldn’t help but raise your head to the sky, letting it wash over you, cleansing you, renewing. Alek’s watched you intently, memorizing every inch of your face, the way the rain traced along the pattern of your face along your jaw as he’d done time again with his lips. How it made his heart yearn all the more, wanting to savor each and every moment with you, to treasure it, capture this time away from the rest of the world illuminated only by you.

So, he pulls you closer, you gaze snapping to meet his, full of understanding, laughter in your eyes when he gathers you fully in his arms, a hand around your waist, swaying with you, not caring about your wet clothes clinging to you like a second skin. He never felt so young for all his years of living. The way the rain falls down your face, painting you like the most beautiful aanbas he’s ever seen. He wants to be with you almost every waking hour of the day

He thought nothing more than how you spun in his arms, reaching out and back to him, both your steps in sync while you carried on along the pavement. Every spin was enthralling, the joy infectious, and when his hands fall to your waist, dipping you down, your lips a hardsbreath apart, chest rising and falling, your hands sup his face, stroking it, not caring you were on display for all to see. His lips meeting your made all feel right in the world, the smile blooming unabashedly along your face as you deepened it more, leaning in to him wanrting to be consumed by him and his very essence didn;t fall away.

“You’re so beautiful,” a tingly warmth followed his statement as he offered his hand to you, interlacing it with his as he rushed you down the street out of the rain quickly becoming a torrential downpour. You can’t help but pull him back to you, a loud crash of thunder and lightening following in tandum while you kiss him once more, running your finger through the wet raven strands of his hair, laughter bubbling from you joyously as the rain soaks you further to the bone.

You arch you brow in amusement as he grasps your hand and kisses it. “Perhaps we should get dry.”

He brought you in for yet another kiss, his thumb gliding over your lower lip, sending shivers along your body in its wake.

“I see somewhere we could go,” you whisper as you broke away from his lips, interlacing your hands with his once again, looking out in the distance, a familiar steeple of a chapel beckoning to you. He darts down the pavement with you in tandem, quickly pushing aside the heavy wooden doors, warmth streaming in to greet you both soothing through your body the cold dissipating from you body.

The small chapel’s light flickered in greeting, but no one else seemed to be present, you thought until you heard the faint whisperings of a person from further within the corridor.

“Perhaps we should find somewhere else?” Aleks inquired humming to himself as he looked through the pamphlets littering the welcome desk before you, strands of his hair brushing along his forehead, lips forming into a boyish grin.

A deluge of rain falls by, pounding harder on the rooftop, silencing his question while you shook your head in amusement, twiddling your thumbs all the while, biting the inside of your cheek as you recounted the entirety of the day. How could something so delightful end up in this dismal state.

However, you found your gaze latched upon Alek’s figure against the shadow, watching how he felt at home in them, shaded by them just so, making his features all the more alluring and mysterious. There was still so much about him you did not know, in all your years together, you still found some inescapable thread of longing tying towards him, beckoning you to him no matter the distance. It etched between timelines, between all reasons of doubt, something imbued in his very essence keeps you to him, some subsequent part of you knowing this and him are always meant to be.

When his gaze snapped over to yours, the sounds of the faint humming down the corridor fading, does he allow himself to indulge in many a kiss, pulling you flush up against him, desperation and want forming in full tandem, drowning out the incessant rain, replaced by the rapturous beating of your treacherous heart.

Longing and wanton need brimmied at the edges of your vision, bright, perfect harmony utter sublime, your hands grasp the lapels of his coat, slightly damp but closer to dry than it had been moments earlier when walking through the door.Yet everything about him smells the same, familiarity, comfort, clinging to his skin, alighting you with want and an incessant need for more. He was yours, well you wanted him to be more than anything. You knew within your heart of hearts that somehow destiny was on your side, putting your broken pieces together, completing you with nothing but bliss. Perhaps it was the air, the scenery, the change of pace, but you did not want whatever it was to end. You needed this, wanted him until the end of your days.

“Penny for your thoughts, dear one?” Alek’s honey sweet voice laced in lush richness whispered into you ear, sending an ungodly amount of shivers along your spine.

You murmur, far too gone in your feelings everything falling and collapsing within your mind all together and all at once while you respond, “Nothing but the usual,”while wrapping your arms around his waist, sucking gentle marks along the exposed skin of his neck you can reach.

“Surely you can spare one, I saw the way you were watching me,” a small smirk formed along his lip, which you so desperately want to bite in retaliation, but you can’t summon the willpower to move from your compromising position, your back pinned against the walls of the chapel, Aleks’ breath hot along your neck.

You hum to yourself, allowing yourself to relax into his touch, thoughts of someone catching you in the front entry corridor long gone from your mind. All you can think of his him and what he can give to you, but the words that fall from your lips surprise you.

“Marry me, then and perhaps I’ll let you become privy to all my secrets you so desperately want from me in this moment, Aleks.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

He nipped your neck harshly, his voice low and deep in your ear. “Do you absolutely want me privy to all of your secrets, my love?”

“Nothing would give me greater joy,” the slight sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed but he continued, little to nothing trying to dissuade him. Meanwhile, your mind whirrled in a blurry, heart still pounding you’re sure he wasn;t bringing it to your attention for your sanity’s sake.

Did you want to marry him? All but two years had you living under the same roof fighting off all these feelings surfacing over and over again.

The feeling of his lips on yours, the stares on you when you walked through the room, lighting you up made you feel alive under him, his eyes, the light and shadow intermingling in the affairs of his life. Now that you thought of it further, nothing made sense without him in your life, it would be like a sky without the most wondrous of stars and the constellations.

“I want you, Aleks, if you’ll have me.” You look up meeting his gaze, his hands still gripping your waist, forehead bending to reach yours.

“It would be my greatest honor to have you as my equal, to have you by my side always.” He smiled, dipping you in his arms, your hands cupping his face, an electric spark forging when your lips collided, sealing your fates together, forever sealing your silent vows murmured underneath the sky full of shadow and stars.

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