#and admire genya from a safe distance

[puppysirie0-0]

"Will You Take My Hand, Dear?"

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Lantsov!Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff that alludes to smut that'll be in the next chapter with a dollop of angst

Chapter 2 of "The Bunny and It's Shadow"

You take Aleksander's hand as he leads you into the hall, belongings in hand. You watch in disbelief as you pass by all the bodies on the floor, unsure if they're dead or just knocked out. Either way, you can't bring yourself to wrap your head around the idea of Aleksander doing something like this. Risking everything that he's fought, scraped, and crawled for, to make sure he could be safe, to make sure his Grisha were safe.

You feel guilty. Why would he take that chance? The chance of everything falling apart, for someone he knew for such a short time. He had lived countless lives, worn various names, but what you hadn't known is that he hadn't loved anyone in those lives. At least not since her. Not since Luda.

Of course Aleksander had told you about Luda. The same night he talked of his past, he gave you his explanation, told you his reasoning for each individual cautious step he took to get here. Told you every ounce of pain that shot through his heart, as the king's guard shot through her's.

What you don't understand is why he would jeopardize all of his progress, possibly even risk war, for someone he's known for a mere 3 years compared to his comparably much, much longer life. You had talked about your insecurity of the time you had spent together and what it meant to him. How you felt that when you inevitably began to grow older, you would longer have any appeal. That he would cast you aside for a younger, prettier girl.

Or maybe he would think you were too much work. Your constant need for affection and clingy nature, he might some day find annoying. That you're broken to an extent that he didn't want to put the effort into. That you would be left heartbroken and alone, like you had been a majority of your childhood.

He promised every single time that he would never do such a thing, that he would find a way for you to live a longer life. But your insecurities and fears always found a way to shine through.

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Before you could pull yourself from your haze of self-doubt and fear, Aleksander cut through it. He always found a way to get to you when you were upset. Whether it be drowning in your minefield of thoughts or simply upset about what happened in the real world. Your current events being evidence of the ladder.

He squeezed your hand in reassurance, somehow knowing that you're sinking into the quicksand of your mind. As you walk out, into the frigid weather Aleksander leans over to whisper to you, "Ivan, Fedyor, and some other Grisha are in the woods. I didn't want to risk anyone's lives but my own. I much prefer them helping from a distance granted our location."

As soon as you're in sight Fedyor smiles and waves at you. Ivan standing beside his husband, with his usual cold demeanor. Once you're in arm's reach though, Ivan is quick to wrap a kefta around your shoulders, asking you, "Are you okay?"

You're quick to ease his worry and wrap your arms around Fedyor. Always comforted by the pair ever since they figured out that you and Aleksander were more than just ‘kind acquaintances' . Fedyor reciprocates your hug, meeting your need for affection from him with a similar need of his own.

Aleksander patiently waits behind you as you greet the small group of Grisha that had accompanied him. Once you turn back to him he's already staring at you with eyes that you can only describe as absolutely lovestruck. As he admires you with a small smile, he tells you, "Let's get on the road, Milaya." Your cheeks slightly flushing as he used the pet name in front of anyone other than Genya, Ivan, or Fedyor.

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You ride on Aleksander's horse on your way to your wedding venue. After multiple hours, you were out of Fjerda, everyone was exhausted, and the horses needed a much deserved break.

You set up camp for the night slinking into Aleksander and Your's shared tent. Although you're far from Fjerda, the weather was still quite chilly. As a result you were quick to snuggle under the blankets of your shared cot. It was a good few minutes before Aleksander arrived, coming to bed and pulling you close to him.

With your time away from each other, Aleksander couldn't stand another minute away from you. Every minute, every second, that ticked by where you weren't by his side made him antsy. He held you like you were the only thing precious to him in the world, because you were. You meant more to him than any title, he would risk anything and everything for you. He would scour any place, any country you could be in. He would burn the world down till it was ash if that's what he needed to do in order to find you.

When you tell him about your insecurities and how you feel like you aren't worth certain things, it hurts him. It hurts him emotionally and physically pains him. He has never loved anyone since Luda, that was until you. You had shone bright like a star in the night sky, a beam of light in the depths of his shadows.

He loved you with the entirety of his heart and soul. He would give you the world, make it kneel at your feet if that's what you wanted. You were everything to him, and he wished that his love for you was enough to prove that. That it scared him when he thought of you passing away. That he would lose his little star and be shrouded in darkness again, cold and alone.

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When you awoke in the morning, Aleksander was gone, but you heard his muffled voice outside the tent. You sat there as you listened to the best of your ability, until Aleksander opened the tent to presumably lay back down with you. Obviously shocked by your consciousness, he asks you, "How'd you sleep?"

"Oh I don't know, I guess I kind of missed you," you teased back at him. He seemed to understand that you were joking and that you actually did miss him dearly. He leans over you and pecks your lips before he turns away from you as he talks, "We need to get back on the road soon, I only paid the officiant for today."

You shoot up before you start getting dressed, remembering today is your wedding.

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You quickly get ready and are on the path to the venue, the venue Aleksander still won't tell you about. Around noon you arrived there, and by 4 you were getting married. You wore a lavender dress with embroidered sage green vines, one of the first gifts Aleksander had given you.

You felt pretty and Aleksander confirmed the fact. At the altar he stood in a kefta that you can only assume Genya made for him. It was his signature black kefta, with lavender embroidery instead of its usual black.

As you exchanged vows in front of your best friends and to the love of your life, you felt tears welling in your eyes. A few days before, you thought that you'd be meeting a different man at the altar, a stranger. But here you were in a small town in the middle of Ravka, marrying the man you never fathomed you'd be able to, during one of the most gorgeous sunsets you'd ever seen.

Aleks looked at you in question as he asked, "Will you take my hand, Dear? Will you let me drag you down into the shadows and depths to love with my entire being?" You could only answer him with a kiss, unable how to answer with words. As you kissed your husband it was filled with love and unsanctioned want. You opened your eyes to see Aleksander's eyes widen with amazement as he looked above your heads. You swiftly looked up to see stars intertwining with Aleksander's shadowy tendrils.

He looked down at you and said, "You-You're a Star Summoner. You're Grisha."

You looked around at your small group of Grisha, including Fedyor and Ivan who were staring at you with both shock and complete awe. They all fell to their knees as they looked at you, them all saying the same phrase, "Sankta Y/N"

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Aleksander grabbed your wrist amplifying your new found powers, and pulled you over to where they had set up camp. He got tired of dragging you along, as he was much faster than you could keep up with, so he picked you up bridal style carrying you the rest of the way.

Once you were inside your shared tent, Aleksander set you down on your cot. Though he practically threw himself at you in a much less graceful and much more hungry, lust-filled manner. He leaned over you before he smashed his lips to yours, you meeting the kiss with equal vigor. He nipped and bit on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You didn't pull away until absolutely necessary. As you both pant, trying to catch your breath, you heard him whisper, "We can live together forever now."

Your heart swells with the admission, the fact that you were Grisha and you would never lose Aleks. That he would be by your side for as long as you both lived. You reply to him, "You're right my love, I'll never have to leave you now." You were too happy to recognize the anger you had towards your parents for hiding this, and also honestly you’re a little preoccupied.

Aleksander slowly starts kissing down your body with a tenderness you had not expected. He kisses every inch of your skin, and all your insecurities and worries melt away. You knew you loved him and he loved you, you knew this was going to be forever, even if nothing else was.

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A/N

Hey guys! This is the second chapter of Aleksander Morozova series, I'm writing this while collaborating with @lost-tothe-centuries! I had some pretty good response and engagement in the first chapter, so here you go! I hope you guys enjoy! Also, always remember that my DMs and requests are always open if you wanna talk. Love y'all! Mwah!

#aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #i wanna kiss him so bad #i love his face and he's so adorable i swear

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 & 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: Minor spoilers, I’ll do my best not to let anything slip!

Warnings: swears (I like to swear I’m sorry)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

𝐊𝐚𝐳

・You honestly thought he hated your guts

・Like he truly despised you

・But Kaz saw his feelings as a weakness. He thought he was protecting you by keeping his distance

・It wasn’t until Jesper let something slip, which made you think Kaz might see you in a positive way.

    Sitting on a chair and propping his legs on the table, Jesper didn’t even look at you when he said, “Oh he loves you-”

“He what??” Your response cut him off and the sharp-shooter smirked. 

       “Haven’t you noticed? He’s extra ... Kaz-like when you’re around.” 

・From that moment on you thought about every interaction you’ve had with Kaz

・The tight-lipped responses, averting your gaze, but also giving you the easiest part of the jobs, making sure that you had extra protection ... 

・You didn’t know it, but Kaz was making sure you were never directly in harms way

・You were never too far away from him

・And when the jobs were too risky, he would pull you out. You thought it was because you weren’t talented enough, but that wasn’t the case at all. 

・It was starting to make sense now

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚

・Shy around you, but will blurt out the most random fact? And it doesn’t have anything to do with the conversation

・Always able to spot you out in a crowd 

・It’s like some sort of sixth sense, she’s just able to find you 

・Uses her sun summoner powers to give you light whenever you need it 

・And yeah she might show off a bit ...

・Laughs at all your jokes - even if they aren’t that funny. I guess you could call it pity laughing ...

・Her journals are full of drawings of you. Never shows anyone, and would die of embarrassment if anyone found out. 

・Genya was the one to push her to talk to you

・Alina thinks she’ll scare you off with all the attention she’s getting. Everyone thinking she’s a Saint, being the one to tear down the fold, etc. 

・So when you agreed to go on a date with her, she didn’t know what to say next. 

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢

・Amps up the charm, so on the outside he seems so suave, but on the inside he is literally buRNING WITH DESIRE

・Would give you endless gifts, that are extremely expensive 

・Like his money advisor would be like “bruh where’s that $$$ gone?” 

・Definitely the type to write secret admirer letters 

・Always makes sure you have your favourite food. Either stocks it in your room, and says “I do this for all my ... friends” (lie, he doesn’t), or literally carries it on his person “just in case” 

・Tolya and Tamar tell him to pursue you, but Nikolai feigns confusion

    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the Prince says, shrugging his shoulders, pretending to read the map in front of him

    “Liar,” they both laugh, shaking their heads. 

・Okay so with it being very obvious that he has a crush on you, somehow you don’t ... see it?

・Your brain is like, ‘ This Prince of Ravka couldn’t possibly like me. I’m just imagining it.”

・But to be loyal to their captain, Tolya and Tamar keep their mouths shut (although they do try to see if you like him back - and of course you do?????)

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐣

・You would have absolutely no clue

・So quiet, but somehow ... extra quiet around you?

・Watches you from afar to make sure you’re safe

・Has learned your routine, likes, dislikes and favourite things without saying a word to you 

・Feels so protective over you. Kinda like Edward and Bella vibes. Like she thinks you would end up hurting yourself walking down the stairs (because she’s seen you do it)

・You’d notice her because one day you were followed home and she saved you from the thugs

・She introduced herself, as if she was a skilled bystander 

・And from then on you kept ‘bumping’ into each other

・Because she knew all your favourite places 

・Okay this is starting to sound a lil creepy, but we know Inej has only good intentions. And she would realise how creepy it was getting and stop doing it

・But then you’d notice that you see her less and get a bit sad 

・So you seek her out and ask why you haven’t been seeing her as much

・And she kinda ... freezes because she thinks you caught onto her 

       “...work, you know?” 

・You looked away for one second, turned back and she was gone

𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫

・Flirty Mcflirt pants x1000

・Walks up to you confidently, about to say the best pick up line, but then he completely stumbles over his words 

・Complains to Inej about how he can be so charming with everyone else but he always messes up around you 

・We know Jesper ‘falls in love easily’

・But with you it was different

・His feelings weren’t flimsy; like parchment in water. No, they felt stronger, like a seed in the earth. 

・Somehow you became his first priority

・He found himself second-guessing his outfits-

    “I’m not sure if I look ... fabulous? Inej, what do you thi- oh she’s gone.” 

・But you always compliment him. And one of your compliments is worth a hundred from strangers

・Thinks you can do no wrong, like seriously. Thinks the sun shines out of your as-

   “They did NOT do that. Well, if they did good on ‘em!” 

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

・Longing looks from afar 

・Never snappy with you, unlike interactions with other people 

・Has memorised your every feature so he can imagine you before he goes to bed

・Would feel confused; is it infatuation? Just a fleeting crush? Lust? 

・Or was it something more?

・His heartrenders notice his heart rate picking up whenever you’re around, “sir, are you okay?” 

    “Yes I’m fine, I’m fine-” he grumbles

・Sneaks you dessert after every meal. You thought he did this for every Grisha, until you asked Zoya how her dessert was one night and she looked at you like you were crazy

    “Does that have a hidden meaning?” 

“No...?”

・So it’s basically favouratism 

・And vERY JEALOUS

・No man is allowed to be alone with you basically 

・And no one is allowed to yell, hurt or speak to you in any sort of negative way at all

𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚

・Is absolutely shameless about it 

・Gives the impression that she doesn’t care if you know about her feelings or not. 

・But that’s not completely the case. 

・Nina is sexually attracted to you - so she would try and pursue you on that front. But once she realised that there was a deeper attraction ... she knew she was fucked 

・She’s a whirlwind to be around; constant fast-paced and witty banter 

・Shares her food with you, and asks if you want to get food with her (it’s practically always waffles)

・Nina would approach you as another aquaintance - with her flirting. But what really showed her feelings was the food

・Nina didn’t just share food with anyone

・No, absolutely not. 

・Only those that she cared very deeply about 

・And she doesn’t just ask anyone to go get food with her; because eating is like a sacred experience...

・With the wrong company, it could completely ruin it

・So that’s why she always asks you

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐬

・Creates a friendship with you by asking about all your favourite things

・When he first met you, Matthias felt this warm giddy feeling inside

・He thought maybe it was a one off 

・But every time you interacted, the same feeling occurred 

・He’s quite slow with his advances. One might not even classify them as advances because he’s so ‘old school.’ 

・He’d be the type who likes to “go steady”

・Matthias is actually pretty good at explaining his emotions and thoughts

・So he’s quite understanding! 

・Absolutely wholesome (once his misplaced hatred for Grisha isn’t there anymore...) 

・Gentleman; opens doors for you, offers his arm, never lets someone talk over you. And this is before you’re in a relationship 

・Never lets people speak negatively towards you or about you

・He has your back 24/7

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚

・Shy!!! But incredibly protective; will tailor someone to have pimples if they talk badly about you 

・Tries to get the Darkling to pair you up on quests/tasks

・Mostly gazes at you from afar, sighing every 30 seconds in admiration 

・Laughs the loudest whenever you make a joke (or say anything remotely funny) (and then someone nudges her arm, telling her to dial it down) 

・Asks about “nonchalantly” with others, basically to see how you’re going. Because she’s too embarrassed to ask you 

・Whenever she catches your eye, you give her a smile and her insides burst into butterflies 

・Gets sad when you get put on missions that make you have to travel, she misses you dearly

・When her confidence builds, she tells you that whenever you’d need her tailoring skills, she’d be glad to help

・Would do that hand thing in Pride and Prejudice when Mr Darcy holds Elizabeth’s hand and when he’s walking away he like ... flexes it (it’s more romantic on screen, I promise)

・That’s how she’d be, but with only brushing her hand against yours 

𝐌𝐚𝐥

・Tries his best to start conversations with you but they’re always so awkward, like he asks you about the weather? And small things like what your favourite colour is, what you think the best meal of the day is etc. 

・You thought he was just doing it to be nice, to create some small talk... 

・But little did you know this boy was falling HEAD over HEELS in love with you 

・The first time he made you laugh, he nearly imploded. 

・Your laugh was so refreshing...

・He didn’t think another person could give him so much happiness

・And being the source of your happiness was mind blowing to him. Hearing your laugh was like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders

・Thinks about you day and night, fantasising about your life together. Where you would get married, what kind of house you’d live in, how many children etc. 

・Literally already having names picked out for your kids 

・And when you started talking to him ... as in initiating the conversations - he felt like a king

𝐙𝐨𝐲𝐚

・It was obvious that Zoya liked you - she was never as coldhearted like she was with everyone else 

・Almost like she was constantly “going easy” on you 

・And then when someone would point it out, she would be twice as mean

・Leaving you completely confused 

・But once she ... settled? in her feelings, she started to change 

・Like showing off in front of you

・I’m talking, actually asking, “are they looking?” before showing off 

・Zoya makes sure no one is talking behind your back 

・She will literally tear them to shreds if they insult you. And I’m not over emphasising - she would tear some down utterly and completely, if they messed with you. 

・Thinks about you when she’s in bed, how she yearns for your arms to be wrapped around her

・Finds herself daydreaming about you, then snaps back to reality and pretends like nothing happened 

・Blushes whenever you’re around, but her bravado turns up tenfold

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Draw your swords, pt. 10

Summary: Haunted by her own mind, Y/N isn’t sure what to do with the information she uncovered. On the other hand, the Darkling felt a growing distance between them, allowing himself to admit something he never thought he’d say.

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, sexual innuendos 

Part one // Part two // Part three // Part four // Part five // Part six // Part seven // Part eight // Part nine   

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A long time ago lived a young boy with the power of saints. He held the darkness at the tip of his fingers, capable of forcing the day into an eternal night. Back then, he made all the wrong choices for all the right reasons. To protect the ones he loves, he allowed the shadows to consume him. Cursed with immortality, he walked the earth ever since. Forever alone, hurt and betrayed, the Darkling's heart no longer beat as it turned to stone. No longer did he suffer, no longer did he feel pain or anything at all.

Until now.

There was no escape from emotions when he looked at her. Even in the darkness, she had the ability to set his world on fire.

A single badly made decision in a moment where everything feels more important than love can make your entire life feel like a failure. He would never make the same mistake again. 

This lifetime he gives to her – wholeheartedly.

When they stopped for the night, he had felt uneasy as Y/N conversed freely with everyone but him. It seemed like she’s on edge and not knowing why gnawed at him. Once night came and they settled in their tent, the Darkling couldn’t contain himself.

"I sense some...hostility."

Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, "Oh, how observant of you."

"What happened?” He asked, “Did someone at the Palace do something to you? Was it Genya?"

"And what if she did?” Tilting her head ever so slightly, she neared him. “What would you do?"

Without thinking, he answered, "I'd protect you."

Inhaling sharply, she raised an eyebrow. "And what if it was you?"

Pausing, his eyebrows furrowed as he unclenched his jaw. "Is it me?"

"If it was you who upset me, would that bother you?" Y/N pushed further, genuinely wondering if he cares for her as much as she thinks. After all, who’d believe the Darkling has a heart? She was still trying to convince herself it’s real when he kisses her temple when he thinks she’s fast asleep.

"Immensely."

With her hands on her hips, she narrowed her eyes at him. "So, how would you protect me from yourself?"

Letting out a heavy sigh, Aleksander ran his hand through his hair. "I'd let you decide."

Closing her eyes in frustration, her lower lip curled inwards as her front teeth sunk into the flesh. A part of her wanted to ask him about being the creator of the fold, but it was an advantage that would be unwise to let go of. 

"Why are you being so agreeable? Is it because I spread my legs for you now?"

"I've never known you to be so crude." The muscles in his jaw tighten as he squints at her and it’s taking everything in her not to smile because she absolutely loved when he’d look at her like that. It felt more natural than the soft, wistful looks he’d send her way.

"And I never realized you could be so easily tamed”, she remarks, her voice louder than before.

Chuckling in disbelief, the Darkling shrugs off his kefta without breaking eye contact. "You believe that you've tamed me?"

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she shut her eyes. Her face is flushed, her head spinning and she has nothing concrete to tell him. She can’t make sense of anything anymore, the image of him in her head changing with every passing minute.

"I don't know what to believe anymore."

In two strides, Aleksander found himself before her. Cupping her cheeks, he tilts her head up to face him and when she opens her eyes, she’s lost in the universe that’s captured in his eyes. She loved the night sky littered with stars, but she never truly knew what it means to stargaze until she met him.

“I’ve discovered I love you.”

Raising her eyebrows, her jaw slacked. “When have you discovered that?” Her voice is high, tone defensive, but his smile grows because it wouldn’t be her if she didn’t fight him even when he’s trying to admit to something he long forgot exists.

“When all my decisions started to revolve around keeping you safe.”

Shaking, her eyes widened. “That’s impossible! You hate me!”

Placing a hand over her mouth, he used his other to press his index finger to his lips. “Shh”, he chuckles, “You’ll wake the others.”

Rolling her eyes, she licked his hand.

“Really? I’ve touched you in a way that made you scream long into the night”, he deadpans, “Your tongue can’t possibly disgust me.” Smirking, he leans in, “On the contrary.”

Slapping his hand away, she turned away from him. Grabbing her head, she sat down with her thoughts running so fast, too fast for her to pick one out to decide what she thinks, feels, wants.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her back flush against his chest. “I know you hate me now, but I’m a patient man. I won’t give up on you.”

He held her for a while, too long for either of them to realize the night had slowly trickled away from them and given way to dawn. Their journey wasn’t quite as long anymore. Soon enough, they’ll be at the fold and Y/N didn’t know what to do.

Should she tell him? Ask him for an explanation?

Would he kill her even if he said he loves her?

She still felt his kisses as he laid her down beside him. For the first time since they made love, they didn’t initiate any physical intimacy. Instead, they simply stared at one another.

She’s not for feeble minded people, there’s no doubt about it in his mind and if anything, Aleksander was more determined to love her because of it. She tested him in every way possible and while she was incredibly frustrating to argue with, Aleksander refused to give up on her. She’s difficult to understand to ordinary minds, but he isn’t ordinary.

His love will conquer in the end, he truly believed that. He could have continued on like nothing changed between them, but he could not be silent any longer. After all the time he’s spent in vein, all the years he wasted and lives he’s lived, Aleksander never found someone who gave him a reason to believe. Not until he met Y/N.

While she remained silent, stunned by his admission, he spoke of the day he first met Ivan and Fedyor. He spoke of their adventures, of their silly mistakes and she found herself smiling at first. Soon, she was laughing with him, and though she had no courage to admit it yet, she fell asleep thinking about him. Their knees were touching and her heart was racing, but the world never felt so right as it did when she was next to him.

Once on the road, she took the reins once again.

Kirigan ignored the whispers about her riding his horse, choosing to glare them into silence. No one dared to speak of it after.

Stopping a few miles short of their destination, Y/N drew a shuddered breath. The sight is hauntingly beautiful, a nightmare come alive. Swallowing thickly, a faint line formed between her eyebrows as they furrowed.

How could Aleksander be the Black Heretic? How is it possible for him to live so long?

“I’m here”, he whispers in her ear.

Goosebumps rise across the back of her neck as his warm breath dances across her skin. And there he is again, with her when she’s looking for solitude, offering his hand to hold and shoulder to lean on even when she least expects it. The worst thing is that she’s actually becoming dependent on his help and that scares her most of all, because what is she supposed to do when he decides he never did love her and all of it was simply an obsession fueled by her rejection. 

She’s still a novelty to him, that will wear off eventually.

“I’m not afraid”, she remarks, “I’m-“, she pauses in an attempt to find a better word, “Admiring it.”

“Admiring”, he repeats in surprise. “Most people find it absolutely terrifying.” 

She wondered if it frightened him. What would happen if he went in?

Turning her head to the side, she caught a glimpse of his parted lips. She felt ashamed how it caused her heartbeat to quicken, how it ached for a taste.

“I’m not most people”, she reminded him. And he knew that well. The Darkling would never fall for an ordinary woman.

“What I want to know is what went through his mind”, she grips the reigns tighter.

“Of the black heretic?”

Feeling his hands tighten around her waist, she nods. “I wish I knew what led to the creation of the fold. Why did he do it?”

“Maybe he just couldn’t help himself”, Aleksander’s voice is strained, “Maybe he’s just pure evil.”

Leaning the back of her head on his shoulder, she looked up at him. She longed for him, for an earnest conversation with their souls laid bare, but would she live long if she unveiled what her mind’s been tormented by?

“I don’t believe that”, she says softly.

Their eyes meet in an instant, the closeness forcing them both to hold their breath and look at each other silently. Looking at her, he touched her cheek gently with the back of his hand.

“Why give him the benefit of doubt?”

Aleksander’s free hand gently moves along her arm, finding its rightful place at the side of her neck, touching her skin so tenderly she felt blissful and it reminded her of that night where he unraveled her, made her scream in pleasure she never found before.

There was no denying it, Y/N had a weakness for his hand on her neck and his words in her heart, neither of which she had any willpower to refuse, especially not when she couldn’t breathe when he looked at her with such longing, shameful lust and indisputable passion and understanding.

It took everything in her to find the strength to speak again without her voice cracking under the pressure of her own emotions. 

“Because darkness doesn’t equate evil, just as light doesn’t equate good.”

Without a warning, he kissed her fiercely, violently, leaving her raw. She didn’t move away, she didn’t make a sound. All she did was close her eyes and part her lips and in that fraction of a second, she allowed herself to get lost in the beauty of a lover’s touch for when his lips claimed hers, nothing mattered anymore.  

When he broke away, she was breathless and undeniably his.

“What was that for?” She raised an eyebrow, a shadow of a smile forming on her bruised lips.

She shuddered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip ruthlessly as Aleksander’s breath caressed her skin. It felt so right, too right to resist his advances. She lived for those long nights in their bed, those thick with lust and romance and naked kisses.

Aleksander shrugs, “I wanted to.”

Lips parted, she didn’t know what to do with that. He told her he loves her, that he’d wait for her to love him back and most women would fall at his feet. Something inside her refused to do so. To admit her feelings out loud would be the end of her. 

If she allows herself to love him fully, how could she possibly be the cause of his downfall? 

What would be left of her if she took his love and used it against him in the most cruel way possible?

She’s losing who she is around him, but it hurt so much more to reject his love. Hating him, pretending her heart isn’t a feeble muscle where he resides is exhausting.

Truth is, he doesn't make her feel safe or comfortable as she once believed a man should. He makes her feel like she's teetering at the edge of a cliff and she's getting addicted to that feeling. She’s getting addicted to him – his scent, his touch, his handsome smile and devilish smirk and most of all to the way his darkness drives away her demons.

Love has to come at once, with thunder and lightning like a hurricane that wreaks havoc on your life, to shake you up and break the heart like leaves off trees, to drag it into the abyss - abyss he created. 

She used to fear the dark, but now she found herself running into it.

In that moment, she smiled. 

Perhaps the darkness is not so bad if he’ll be there, holding her hand.

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A/N - So, I literally wrote this in about two hours and I’m about to pass out. I wanna thank you for Eid Mubarak responses and especially for the feedback, I was just reading through them and they made my day so much better. I’m seeing some interesting theories too, some paragraphs you loved or just thoughts about the characters and IT GIVES ME LIFE. I’m so, so grateful for it all.

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PART 11

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Shrouded in shadows | The Darkling

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Part 37

You don't remember falling asleep, but evidently you had. You had slept well, so you were glad for it.

The ache had dulled to a mild thumping now. Lots of memories had come back to you, and you felt like a new you. Yet, this was the old you, just awoken.

You smile as your eyes adjust to the room. You were still in Aleksander's bed. There was no way he would let you out of his sight while you recovered.

Speaking of Aleksander...

A weight on your lap caught your attention. Sitting up carefully, you glanced down to see a mess of black hair. Aleksander had fallen asleep on you. He had draped himself over you in a way of protection.

Should anyone have attempted anything, he would be up in seconds to protect you.

You smile and gently card your fingers through his soft hair. He was so peaceful like this.

As you admired him, your conversation rang through your mind. The Stag. Aleksander was going to find the Stag for you. He had gathered his Grisha to help him. They were going to track it... well, track Mal, to find it.

You were powerful, but not powerful enough to do what Aleksander needed you to do.

You wanted to do better.

You wanted to train.

You wanted him to train you.

His hand clutches the blankets under him. You see the way it claws at the fabric and then releases. He can feel your touch. You smile and watch as this terrifying force of a man wakes up.

He takes a minute to focus and gather himself. When he realises his position, he tilts his head up to look at you. The warmest smile stretches across his face as his dark eyes meet yours.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, voice soft.

"Better."

"I'm glad."

Aleksander pushes himself up from the bed and turns so he is facing you. His clothes are a little crumpled, but otherwise he still looks dashing and handsome.

You smile at him as his hand raises and strokes along your cheek softly.

"Once you're fully healed, we shall set out. I have men hunting that tracker and the Sun Summoner as we speak. I need you to heal first, though."

"I already feel better," you tell him.

Aleksander shakes his head.

"No," he places a hand on the side of your face and looks at you with sad eyes. Something is bothering him and it makes your heart ache. What does he need?

"No?"

"You have just got your memories back. I need you to be strong. I need you to be yourself again. After everything..."

You take both of his hands in yours and hold them on your lap. You lean forward slightly and look him in the eye. Whatever is going through his head, you need to ease. There is so much worry aced in his voice, it's making you sad.

You won't let anything happen again.

"Whatever happens, I'll be ready for it. Train me, Aleksander. Make me yours again."

The smile that appears on his face says it all.

"You're already mine."

"And you're mine," you grin.

He leans forward and closes the distance between you both. All you can feel his lips on yours and his arms snaking around you. He pulls house closer into his chest and kisses you passionately.

There's a knock on the door.

You pull apart, smiling.

"Enter," Aleksander calls.

Genya opens the doors and enters the room. She says nothing to you being there, making you think she already knew you would be with him.

Or the fact she may have searched your room for you and realised you were not there...

"The kefta is ready."

Aleksander nods toward a chair across the room. Genya needs no more instruction other than that. She lays your kefta out on it and looks up to smile at you.

"I'm glad to see you are safe."

You smile.

"You too, Genya."

In all honesty, Genya was worried about you. When she heard about what happened, she was worried you had left too.

To see you hadn't was a huge relief.

Genya takes her leave and you are once again left alone with Aleksander.

He turns back to you and smiles.

"Eat some breakfast and then meet me at the fountain. I'll train you. You'll be more than ready when the times comes. I will get you that amplifier."

You smile at him.

"I know you will."

Aleksander kisses you once more and then leaves. He tells you he will send breakfast to you while he gets a report on Mal. You smile and watch him go.

When he is gone, you sink into the pillows and sigh softly.

Your life was different now, but you welcomed it. You liked this new you. You liked how you felt.

You smile.

There was something buried deep within you calling out to you, but you didn't know what it was. You wanted to call upon it and find out what secret was buried within you, but it was forgotten about when someone knocked.

You called them in, sitting up.

Breakfast was here. You smile.

The presence within you dominated into nothing as you ate. Your main focus was now on getting ready and meeting Aleksander in the woods.

Your love was waiting for you.

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He stands by as the young teen finishes up his hellish training for the day. The sky has darkened significantly, only to be lit dimly by the moon and stars. That light alone wasn’t enough ( for the average person, Gyomei was blind after all ) so the pillar had created a campfire and sat by the flames while the young Shinazugawa finishes up and takes the time to regain his breath.

When he hears the tired footsteps approach, he speaks. “You’ve improved tremendously, Genya. I’m quite impressed.” It’s been a while since any slayer has been able to keep up with his training, most quit after a day. But he knew how determined this young boy was to prove himself to his brother, which broke Gyomei’s heart. He had no right to meddle in family affairs, but if he could, he would. The young boy before him reminded him so much of his fellow pillar. They both had tough exteriors, but were the kindest of men. Gyomei admired them both a lot.

He reaches his hands out towards the flames, keeping them a safe enough distance to not burn himself. Feeling the heat spread up his bulky arms, a soft smile spreads across his face. “I depart two days from now for an important mission, I’d like you to continue training if you’re not given a mission in my absence. When I return the master has given me another mission that I am allowed to take you on. If you’re up for it.”

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kny school!au - delinquent!genya x reader

[ genya’s pov ]

part of our kny writing fam collab with @kimetsu-no-yaiba-headcanons! read her part in reader’s pov here (x) (coming soon).

Daisy - True Love, Purity, Innocence, First Love

[They love me...]

Genya is watching you through your flower shop‘s window from the other side of the road again and he doesn‘t understand why. Maybe it all started when you first approached him with a handkerchief instead of a dirty look like most do.

He has the moment engraved lively in his memory: You wore an apron tied loosely around your waist and had your school uniform on which he recognized as one of his own. A warm summer breeze was blowing, carrying over the smell of rain that had passed a few minutes ago. The smile you gave him when he quickly grabbed your handkerchief and muttered a shy “thanks”, the warmth that started to spread from his chest through his entire body. 

Is this what they call ‘Love at first sight’? If so, then he‘s glad that it‘s you.

[They love me not...]

Genya isn‘t a good guy. He‘s the type of guy that your parents warn you to stay away from. He has scars all over his face, bruises all over his body. Even without his busted face, his crazy hairstyle attracts attention and makes him stand out from the rest of the school.

Most people at school avoid him. After all, he doesn‘t particularly mean ‘good news’. Being around Genya means the smell of blood, ripped school uniforms, and fresh wounds. He wouldn‘t want it any other way.

[They love me...]

You live in an apartment right above your mom‘s flower shop, that much he knows by now. You‘re either in the shop with your mom or all by yourself and when you‘re not doing schoolwork by the shop‘s counter, you‘re tending to the flowers and helping out customers. It‘s a nice and peaceful image, seeing you surrounded by flowers. Sometimes he‘s even convinced that you came straight out of a picture book.

He doesn‘t mean to watch you like some creepy stalker, but you both live in a dangerous neighborhood and he‘d rather see for himself that you‘re safe than have you get hurt while he‘s not around. You‘re like a flower growing in the cracks of a road surrounded by dirt and weeds. Too good for this place. Too good for him.

If he would come any closer you surely would get tainted by his dirty self. That is why he‘s content to watch you from far away. You‘re his sunshine in a world filled with dark clouds. You‘ll never know it, but he‘s glad that you approached him.

[They love me not...]

One day he decides to stop being a wimp and to bring your handkerchief back to you. His mother had washed it a while ago and he had been keeping it as a good luck charm in his chest pocket for fights, and now that he felt brave enough to face you, it was time to return it to its proper owner.

The door jingles when he comes in and all of his senses tingle. There is nothing more nerve-wracking than standing in the shop‘s door frame with your gaze directed at him. He feels out of place in your little, dainty flower shop. Maybe this was a bad idea. 

“Ah, you‘re that guy from that time!”

 “I- Thanks,” he mumbles (because there‘s no way that he‘d be able to mutter more than these two words) and wordlessly gives you your handkerchief back. Instead of just taking your handkerchief back, you also grab his hand excitedly. 

“Mhmm no, thank you! Would you like some tea? Today‘s business is slow anyway and I‘ve been meaning to talk to you for a while now!”

 If his face wasn‘t burning up before already, it was exploding now. You‘ve been meaning to talk to him? Was this a nice dream he was having while being knocked out cold after a fight?

Either way, you pull out a chair for him to sit down and go to the back of the shop and come back with two cups of steaming hot tea. You don‘t know that Genya‘s not a big fan of tea, but right at this moment, it‘s the best beverage he‘s ever tasted. He‘s floating on cloud 9 and you‘re the angel carrying him up high.

[They love me not...]

Genya doesn‘t know a single thing or two about flowers, but each time he stops by you teach him something new about them. You always gush about all the pretty flowers, but in his eyes, you‘re the prettiest.

Sometimes, on his way to you, he sees some patches of lawn with wild daisies growing. It‘s silly and so out of character for him, but every now and then he picks one and plays a game of “They love me... They love me not...”. He always stops at the last petals though, scared of the outcome.

[They love me...]

Feeling all high off of love is all fun and games until you come crashing down again. That much he learns when he comes to class one day and sees you laughing and smiling with some boy. It‘s like someone poked a needle into his heart and let all the hot air out until nothing was left but the flimsy remains of what was once a strong beating heart. Once again Genya feels awkward and out of place in the classroom. He slams the door shut and leaves without another word.

You smell like flowers. He smells like blood. You always smile and he always frowns. Opposites attract, but don‘t belong together. You belong with someone who makes your light shine brighter than the sunflowers on your windowsill. All he can do is watch you from a distance.

You belong with someone who keeps your world clean and happy - not with someone who dirties your air with the metallic smell of blood.

“Love is difficult,” he thinks. When he thinks of love, he thinks of his older brother who won‘t even acknowledge him. He thinks of his mom and dad who are supposed to love each other, yet the only love he sees on her is blue and red. Love is complicated. Fists are straightforward and hands-on.

[They love me not...]

The next time Genya sees you, there are bruises all over your body. You‘re standing outside in front of your little flower shop and a man more than twice your age is yelling at you. The noise has attracted an audience besides Genya, yet they do nothing but gawk at the violent man and the young teenager, much meeker and weaker than him. He has never seen you like this, never seen your light so dimmed and weak. It fills him with intense rage.

The next thing he knows is that he launches himself at the man and punches him. The punches he receives back are nothing in comparison to the pain he felt when he saw you hurt. He could take more than a thousand punches and kicks if it meant your safety. People are yelling in the background and there are the sounds of sirens in the distance. None of this matters; He‘s gonna die anyway.

When he finally snaps out of it he thinks he can feel your gaze on his back. There‘s no going back anymore - You saw a part of him he had tried to keep away from you and now you‘re going to hate him. You‘re going to erase him out of your life, spare him nothing more a hateful glance every now and then and all he‘ll have left are the daisies growing on his side of the road, mocking him with empty forgotten promises. The sirens are getting nearer; He lost.

Genya is prepared for a lot of different things at that moment. He‘s prepared for you to yell at him, prepared for people to talk behind his back, prepared for the police to arrive and take him back to the police station. Yes, he‘s prepared mentally for the worst things to happen. However, what he‘s not prepared for is for you to take his hand and pull him away from the scene.

“I‘m going to take care of you, okay?” you say as you lead him to the back entrance of the flower shop. Your face neither looks scared nor hateful - instead, it looks concerned and soft.

“Aren‘t you... Aren‘t you scared of me? Shouldn‘t you stay away from me after what you‘ve seen? Shouldn‘t you have stayed away from me from the very start?” His voice is hoarse, and he pretends it isn‘t because he is close to tears.

You pull out a medical kit and your handkerchief to clean up a nasty nose bleed he had gotten thanks to a very harsh punch he received straight to the face.

“Genya. You‘re much greater than you think. You‘re strong and stand up for what you believe in. Why should I be scared of you? I admire you!”

Genya doesn‘t want to watch you from the other side of the road anymore. He doesn‘t want to look at you longingly through a window. So he takes your face and kisses you.

[I love them.] 

And for once, he doesn‘t need a little white flower for him to decide that.

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