Teasing - Darkling
The only one
Kinktober prompt - Day 28 - Teasing
Darkling x Reader
You are the only one who gets away with it. Teasing him in any form.
Lately, when only his close, trusted circle is around, it is restricted to name-calling. Old man, grandpa, relic, etc. Ever since he took over the throne your relationship has changed.
He found you when he was hunting down Alina. You were injured and ready to fight your attackers with your fire but he intervened, cutting them down in a single motion.
You never imagined staying with other Grisha, you were on the run your whole life, mostly living isolated, never seeking out your kind but you always felt like you were missing something.
The General visited you frequently, he was intrigued by you for a reason he couldn’t name. He made sure you had a room of your own (close to his), and that you had everything you needed. You slowly got to know each other and you started to miss him when he had to leave.
Aleksander felt a power in you that could equal his own and once he got his throne and you found out the truth about him you didn’t turn on him, that gave him hope. You brought light to his darkness, stopping him from many rush decisions like the ones he made with Alina.
He really started to treat you as his equal, despite your often childish behaviour your advice proved to be sound and mature, revealing to the others as well that you are more than you show.
As the months had gone by you had gotten so close to him you allowed yourself to be more relaxed around him and with that came the teasing.
He would give you annoyed or outright terrifying looks that would scare anyone else, but you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. The downside of you teasing him because of his age was that you unintentionally pushed him away, making him think you wouldn’t be able to truly accept what he is. He told himself he could wait, in a few years when you stopped aging, you would see it his way.
When he made peace with that, he began to return the teasing to make you realise this sooner. The most common was ‘when you will be my age’. He said it just now, when it was only the two of you in his war room but your reply surprised him.
“I’d like to think I’m already an old soul, otherwise I’m just a bitter bitch of a witch at this point.” You give him a strained smile before you turn away, examining his bookshelf without aim.
Aleksander steps beside you and guides your gaze back to him by holding your cheek in his hand. He sees that tried sadness he is so familiar with and he frowns at you, not understanding how he could have missed this.
“What makes you feel so… down?” He doesn’t really know what to call that emotion he sees on you, he never wanted to put it in words when he saw it in his reflection.
You nuzzle his hand with closed eyes and reach out to envelop it in your much smaller palm. When you look at him again you let him see you without any facade you put up to hide your feelings.
“I don’t have to live for hundreds of years to become weary with life, or people. Especially people.” You step back and turn away from him, his intense gaze became too much. You go back to looking at his books when you find one that was typically read for children, it was a story about the Black Heretic.
“Aren’t you a bit old for this?” You wave the book at him and try to lighten the mood but it only makes him frown more.
“Does it really bother you that much?” He asks quietly, too afraid of the answer, he’s not sure he could handle the rejection from you.
It’s your turn to frown, your confused look is all the answer he gets and after studying you for a few seconds he concludes that you really can’t imagine what he is referring to.
“That I’ve been alive for so long?” He watches as your expression changes a little, the frown doesn’t leave though.
“I don’t care…” Before you can continue he steps closer to you and pulls you in a kiss that takes your breath away. He consumes you, you try to return his passion but you can’t really keep up with him so you pull away to breathe.
He bends down to be eye-level with you as he holds you face between his palms and looks for any doubt. You give him a reassuring smile and a quick peck and he takes that as permission to continue what he started.
Aleksander grabs you by your thighs and lifts you up, making you laugh with surprise and delight as he carries you to his bedroom. You spend the night with him, exploring each other and talking about your future.
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You have been spending all of your nights in his room since then and the teasing has developed to be something more intense. You crave each other and you can’t help but taunt him with a flash of your decolletage, a flirty touch or a yearning look.
It always ends the same way. He carries you to his bed and returns the teasing in a much more sensual manner, forcing you to beg him to stop with the too little or too much stimulation.
When you don’t provoke him, you still end up in his bed but you don’t receive that seemingly endless ‘punishment’. He cares for you with tenderness and you do your best to return his attention.
For the first time in centuries Aleksander could be himself again and he found happiness with you, which made him see the world a little brighter and that has made him a better king.