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This is so adorable, I am giggling.

Dancing in the Rain

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem! Shadow Summoner! Reader

Summary: Before he was a general, before the fold, Aleksander was just a young man in love. A young man in love with you and your spontaneous, effervescent nature. Today you’ve decided to take him on a picnic, and when rain comes to ruin your day, you decide to just keep having fun anyway.

Warnings: None

A/N: I didn’t use any pronouns but reader is wearing a dress.

Edit: I just now realized that I used “Milaya” which is “sweet girl” in Ravkan. I’ve change the pairing thing now, i apologize lol.

“Y/n? I’m here!” Aleksander calls as he steps through the front door of your home. He hadn’t bothered knocking. You’ve known each other long enough now that he knows he’s welcome anytime.

“In the kitchen!” When he rounds the doorway, he finds you stood on your tiptoes reaching up towards the top shelf of your pantry. He chuckles at you and you shoot him a halfhearted glare.

“Are you going to help? Or are you just going to stand there and laugh?” You ask, trying to reach a little further for the blackberry jam. You feel him come to stand behind you, one hand set idly on your hip as he presses you between the counter and his body. He grabs the jar without issue and sets it down in front of you but doesn’t back away. Instead, the hand that’s on your hip slides across your stomach while the other does the same, holding you flush against him while he peppers kisses over your neck and shoulder.

“Missed you, milaya.” He mumbles, warmth blooming in your chest as you giggle bashfully.

“You saw me yesterday.”

“I know. It was excruciating being away from you for so long.” He turns you around by your hips and you barely have a chance to admire the coquettish smile on his face before his lips are on yours. His kisses are slow as he caresses your sides, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw while he savors the taste of you. Your fingers slip into his hair, brushing through thick, ebony strands before settling on either side of his neck. It’s getting a little long, just barely kissing his shoulders. You don’t linger on the thought for long, though, as soon enough, he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.

“Hi.” You whisper and he beams at you, nudging your nose with his.

“Hi.” His volume matches yours as he pecks your lips once more before pulling back a bit to look at you properly, hands snaking around to clasp over your lower back to keep you pressed against him, “What have you got planned for us this afternoon?”

Your eyes light up with excitement, “Oh! I was thinking we could have a picnic at our spot.”

“Sounds like fun, though it looks as if it might rain today.”

“A little rain never hurt anyone.” You grin and he chuckles.

“I suppose not.” You take his wrists and attempt to escape his grasp but he just holds you tighter, peppering kisses over your cheek and the side of your neck.

“Sasha!” You giggle, trying and failing to scrunch your shoulder up to your ear to stop him from reaching your neck, “I have to finish packing up!”

He only laughs against your skin and you can feel the smile that accompanies it. When he’s had enough of his fun, he lets you go, lingering close while he helps you load all the food into a basket.

The trek out to the hill isn’t too long, but Aleksander still insists on carrying everything for you. It’s only the basket and blanket, but you still feel rather guilty.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

“I’m alright, love. Promise.” When you huff and pout at him, he laughs.

“At least let me take the blanket.”

“If it’ll stop you from worrying your pretty little head over it, fine.” He relents, slowing to a stop to let you take the item from him before continuing on your path.

When you reach your spot, he sets the basket down and helps you lay the blanket out underneath the lone tree that sits atop the hill before spreading out the food.

“Are they good?” You ask tentatively as he takes a bite out of one of the jam tarts you had made from scratch.

His eyes close and he hums as he chews, licking a stray bit of jam off his thumb once he’s swallowed, “Delicious.”

You beam at him.

By the time you’re finished, the clouds have covered the sun and are looking a rather ominous shade of grey. The first few raindrops fall as you’re packing up your things.

“I think you may have been right about the rain.” You state, holding your palm out from under the cover of the leaves and up to the sky to watch a few drops wet your skin.

“A little rain never hurt anyone.” He repeats your statement from earlier with a smile and you narrow your eyes at him through a bright grin.

“Excuse you, that’s my line!” He laughs as he folds the blanket and sets it on top of the basket, gasping when you suddenly take his wrists and pull him out into the now steadily pouring rain.

“What are you doing?” He laughs as you let go and twirl, skirts flaring wide as you giggle along with him.

“Dance with me!” You shout, holding your hands out to him. He takes them, twirling you again and stepping back, keeping his hold on your hand so he can pull you back to him when you drift too far. You break away from him briefly and throw your arms out on either side of you, welcoming the rain and letting it soak you through. And then you’re spinning again, wisps of shadow swirling around your form. They swish in tandem with your skirts and flow from your hands as you raise them from your hips to the sky. It’s like they’re dancing along with you, and you’re laughing and giggling and in that moment he wonders if you know how utterly enchanted he is by you. How much he’d give just to keep you like this, happy and laughing and safe.

There’s this sudden overwhelming urge to touch you, hold you, and he comes closer to hook an arm around your waist and pull your body towards him until it’s flush against his. He chuckles at the sudden shriek of laughter that escapes you before pressing his lips to yours. They’re cold and taste of rainwater and tarts. You’re smiling so wide you can barely kiss him back, but still you hold his face between your hands because you’ll be damned before you ever refuse to kiss him.

“Stop smiling.” He says it knowing damn well he’s a hypocrite. He’s smiling just as wide.

“I can’t!” You giggle, resting your forehead against his and breathing in deep until your fit of laughter has finally passed. Bumping the side of his nose with yours, you brush your thumbs over his now frigid skin, “We’re soaked.”

“Are we? I hadn’t noticed.” He laughs when you swat at his chest.

You mutter a very much half hearted insult as you slip your hands down his front to lace them around his back, pulling your face away only to bury your freezing nose against the warmth of his chest. You feel him kiss your temple and squeeze you, hands smoothing over your back.

“Love you, Sasha.” Your voice is sweet and dulcet and saints, he swears that as long as you said it like that, he’d extinguish the sun if you asked.

“I love you too, Milaya.” It’s mumbled against your hair and punctuated by an affectionate squeeze of your waist. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this — to deserve you — but he swears that he’ll protect this moment and all the rest with his life. Come what may, he’ll be by your side, ready and waiting for whatever life has to throw at you next.

For now, he allows himself to relax; to hold you while the rain patters against the grass around you; to let you love him, just as he loves you.

REALLLLLLL

My ancestors looking down at me as I talk about how much I love white men