Being The Son Of Calliope, Headcanons…

Royal Privilege Pt. 2 (Male Possession)

PART ONE

Having successfully gotten away with stealing the body of a royal prince, Bartelby kept his head down and followed the maid towards the prince's chambers. He had to restrain himself from gaping at the finery around him (it would be unbecoming of a prince) until he was alone in his new rooms, when he finally allowed himself to cackle with glee.

Impossibly, food was already waiting for him when he arrived– but that was just the life of a royal, he supposed. He had merely to ask and it would be given.

An array of delicacies laid spread out on a table before him: fruits, roast meats, sweet sugar spun delicacies that he had seen during festivals but never been able to afford. And here it was being given to him for free.

Suddenly starving, Bartelby fell upon the feast like a wild animal. He was almost afraid that the food would be too rich for him to stomach, but of course his new body was used to it. But each new flavor was still a delight for his mind and he savored every bite– he almost cried when he tasted chocolate for the first time.

A large bottle of bubbling yellow liquid had been provided as well and he recognized it as champagne, which peasants had whispered about as one of the finest spirits ever brewed. Bartelby drank greedily straight from the bottle, feeling his head grow light and his body loose.

His belly fuller than it had ever been before and his basic needs satisfied, Bartelby turned his attention to other matters.

Bartelby approached the mirror that hung on one of the walls of the room, and the face of prince Nicholas stared back at him from its shiny surface. He leaned in close and gazed into those blue eyes– the eyes of a prince hiding the soul of a peasant. Rags to riches like a fairy tale; now he was Prince Charming.

Curious of his new body, Bartelby began to divest himself of his clothes, and beneath the finery he found something even better than riches.

He had assumed, naturally, that thanks to their life of luxury all royals would be fat and lazy– but of course that wouldn't be the case for a seventh-in-line prince like Nicholas. A seventh-in-line prince like Nicholas was so far removed from the line of succession that he was essentially breeding stock, destined to be married off to some foreign royal to forge a diplomatic alliance. His only job was to be pretty– but my, he did that exceptionally well.

"You probably haven't been missing many meals," he whispered to himself as he pressed his hand to the prince's firm midsection. The muscles there were individually sculpted, different than the kind of raw strength the men developed toiling in the fields, but as he explored the grooves with his fingers he found they held their own appeal.

He flexed one of his arms, watching as the muscles bulged up appealingly. Prince Nicholas had probably never lifted a shovel or even swung a sword in his life, but his family had most likely assigned him private tutors whose job it was to ensure that he would have big, firm arms like these that he could use to catch the princesses who swooned before him.

These were show muscles, Bartelby realized with disgust. Pretty to look at, but they would be useless for any real work.

Then he laughed and shook his head– none of that mattered, he'd never be going near a field ever again! He had to stop thinking like a peasant and start thinking like a royal. His new body was beautiful, like a marble sculpture. He was a walking work of art.

Bartelby's hands drifted over his skin and he marveled at how soft and smooth his body was now– other than the strange blow to the shoulder (the only reminder his previous life) there wasn't a blemish on prince Nicholas. This was the skin of a man who grew up sheltered from the blistering sun, the skin of a man who bathed.

He'd get to bathe now! In a proper tub of warm water, with soap, and perhaps even fragrant oils.

As Bartelby's eyes devoured the handsome man in the mirror he felt a stirring in his britches and could resist no longer. Without further ceremony he lowered his trousers, letting his scepter and royal jewels spill out to hang majestically before him.

"Well," he said, his mouth quirking up into a smile. "This must be that divine right of kings I'm always hearing about."

Nicholas's manhood was thick and long, sitting atop two huge balls as if they were a throne. Curiously it lacked the folds of skin that had surrounded Bartelby's old cock, but as its mushroom crown pulsed and flushed dark pink, he couldn't bring himself to care. This was a cock befitting of a prince.

Bartelby seized upon his cock and began tugging at it, eager to stake claim over his new body, but then he cursed– even as soft as his new hand was, he still wanted something to wet his cock and ease the motion.

His eyes searched the room and settled on the champagne bottle that stood upon the table. He licked his lips.

Seizing the bottle in one hand he raised it high and poured the champagne upon himself, licking a few drops into his mouth but feeling the rest of liquid spill over the crevices of his muscles and trickle down to his cock. His hand slick with the golden spirit, he began to pump on his new treasure.

In his old, frail body, weak from hunger and tired from overwork, his manhood had been a sad snail of a thing between his legs that could barely muster up a few droplets of cum before his reserves were exhausted. Now it poured from him like a fountain, his healthy, virile balls churning as they ejaculated load after load which flew up as far as his face.

He panted and stared down at his muscular torso, his broad chest heaving with each breath. He was still drenched and the light reflected off the sweat and semen as if someone had poured diamonds over him; even his mess was beautiful.

People around the village always joked that sex was the one place where peasant and royal were equal, and Bartelby now knew that wasn't true because the orgasm he'd just received felt like a gift from heaven.

Just another pleasure in a life that would be full of them

Drunk on champagne and power, he barely managed to stumble over to the prince's bed and collapse atop it. He groaned anew as his naked body embraced the bed– silk sheets and a mattress stuffed with feathers, the softest things he'd ever felt. He drifted off to sleep in moments.

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He awoke in the morning to knocking at his door.

For a moment, Bartelby was scared that it had all been a dream, but when he opened his eyes and saw the finery around him he knew his mind could never have conjured this up.

His new cock bid him a good morning, eager to please its new master, and he grinned down at the sight of the sizable bump beneath the covers. He rolled over and pressed it into the bed and groaned in pleasure as he felt his manhood grind into the silk. He thrust lazily as he chased that leisurely pleasure, feeling his muscular arse flexing behind him as he humped the mattress.

The knocking came again, irritating Bartelby enough to stir from his slumber to see what the fuss was, but he was a prince now. He would take his time.

He rose from his bed and strutted over to the closet he'd seen at the other side of the room, his mouth gaping at the sheer number of garments it contained. He selected a green silk robe and began to decide on a shirt as well before he paused and left his chest bare. No sense in hiding his blessings. For his lower half he donned only modest undergarments that bulged with his still hard cock.

Bartelby flung the door open and instantly recognized the man before him: it was the servant who had turned him away at the gates.

For a moment, anger flared up within Bartelby, but it flickered out just as quickly. Why should he be angry? The man had done him a service by turning him away, it had lead him to this new life. And besides, as the prince, a servant like this was insignificant. Bartelby was now above him in all ways– wealth, status, and even height.

He peered down at the man before him and realized with amusement that the servant was frozen with his mouth hanging open dumbly, his wide eyes running Bartelby up and down as if he didn't believe what he was seeing.

Did Prince Nicholas often answer the door open unclothed, Bartelby wondered? Would he allow his servants precious glimpses of this magnificent body? Whatever the answer, Bartelby enjoyed the attention.

"Well?" He asked the servant, draping himself against the doorframe alluringly.

"Apologies, your highness," the butler managed to blather out, still struck dumb by the sight of the nearly naked prince. He cast his eyes to the floor and regained some composure. "But I was told to remind you that your father requests your attendance at dinner tonight."

There was silence for a moment as Bartelby scrutinized the servant before him. With his strong jaw, thick hair, and broad shoulders, he was a rather attractive fellow– surely all of the maids in the castle were swooning over him. But, Bartelby wondered as he glanced at the way the man shuffled before him, did he desire them back?

"And now," the butler gave a bow, and then began to back away nervously. "I must away to-"

"No no, stay," Bartelby commanded, and the man froze in place instantly. Bartelby gestured for the man to step into his chambers, and to his delight, the man complied.

Bartelby nearly shivered with the display of power, and he now understood what had driven this servant to be so cruel to him at the gates– the pleasure of subordination, of having someone else be the weak one. It was intoxicating.

He could have his servant thrown in the dungeon, whipped, tossed out into the street and torn limb from limb by wild horses– but Bartelby wasn't a cruel man. No, he instead he had his mind on something he thought they might both enjoy.

He bent down and dropped his loincloth, letting his massive new cock spring forth and hang between the two men. The butler gasped, and Bartelby grinned.

"My cock is hard," Bartelby announced, sweeping one hand down the flesh that jutted out before him and shaking it. He shivered for a moment when he felt the heft of it, much greater than his old cock, and a strangled whine escaped the throat of his servant. "As you can so clearly see."

In his old life as a peasant, Bartelby would have never dared to be so forwards– people in his village were not open minded and he could have been stoned for acting upon his desires for other men. But who would tell him what to do now that he was a prince? He was free to do as he pleased, and what he wanted to do was to sample that which had been forbidden to him for so long.

And now he had something to offer as well, a beautiful body with delicious muscles and a generous cock that would satisfy any man.

Bartelby watched the way that the butler's eyes searched him up and down, traced the hard lines of his physique, lingered on the obscenity bursting forth from his groin, and he knew that this man wanted the same thing too.

"You are my servant, are you not?" Bartelby continued, and his butler nodded weakly. Bartelby smiled. "Well as my servant, I command you to do something about this. Personally. Have I made myself clear?

The servant's eyes went wide, and he licked his lips. "As you wish, my lord."

His loyal subject kneeled before him to kiss the royal scepter, and Bartelby groaned in ecstasy.

It's good to be the prince.

The Darkling's Beloved

Pairing: Aleksander Morovoza x Elementalist!Male reader

Word count: 1500+

Summary: The only thing Aleksander needed in the word was Y/n.

Warning: Reader's death, fighting, guns, violence, and a little bit of fluff.

A/n: the whole entire show I was screaming for Kirigan to fuck me but there's no fucking here so T_T.

Part 2

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The Kings men were still looking for both you and Alek, for he had open the fold. Slowly but surely they were gaining in on the both of you and you two knew a battle would occur it was only a matter of time. Hiding in caves seem to be the smartest option, not only could you close up the entrance and reopen it but you could summon a ball of light to keep the monsters away.

You woke up before Aleksander but you couldn't move, his arms around your waist leaving you grounded like an 100 year old oak tree. The fire had went out that you created but the lights still lit up the cave, you wondered if you could help Alek with the fold using your light to control it to help your kind survive and not be hunted like deer by the king.

You attempted to pull Alek's arms off of your waist so you could at least see if it was day or night, but it seemed even in sleep he knew when you were trying to escape, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms tighter around you.

"Where are you trying to go darling?" A little bit of his hair got into your face, leaving you having to clear the obstacle in your eyes.

"I'm trying to see the time honey." You turn around, looking at his face, you lay a kiss upon the tip of his nose.

"We need to keep moving, somehow they're constantly on our tail." No matter how much you loved being in your beloved's embrace you're still both on the run.

He sits up and looks at you, he seems to be thinking about the problem at hand. "We should stop running." He has this pained look in his eyes, taking a breath before continuing his sentence, "At some point we're going to have no other place to run, then what... If my last day on this earth is fighting with you by my side I'd take it any day." He caress your cheek into his hand laying a kiss onto you lips, short and sweet your favorite.

You layed there with eachother, knowing in some sense he was right, running will only get you so far before you can run no longer.

"You're right...but how will we fight a squad of soldiers, ready and prepared for what we can do?" You lean into his touch even more, he was giving you all you need and you were doing the exact same for him.

"I don't know how but all I know is if we're together we can conquer anything." You bring your hands to his long luscious hair, twirling a piece of it around you finger.

"You know I think shorter hair would suit you more." He chuckles, moving to get up from the floor of the cave, pulling you up in the process.

"I'll keep that in mind next time I get an haircut." You open the entrance to cave, letting sun rays into the cave, slowly heating the cave.

"So what do we do now?" You walk towards where the sunlight is coming from pulling Aleksander with you.

"We wait... That's all we really can do darling." You nod, you listened to the wind blowing and birds chirping, the world could be so peaceful but so cruel at the same time.

After a while you could feel movement in the area around you, you look towards Aleksander to see if he felt it too, he made a gesture telling you he indeed felt it too.

In seconds, you two were surrounded by armed men with weapons meant to kill you two in an instance. You two stayed where you were not moving, just watching them get into position.

You knew there was too many, Aleksander knew there was too many but it doesn't matter now all you could think of was fighting with your beloved one last time.

"Hands away from eachother and not a single whisper coming out of either of your mouths." Both of you do the following commands.

You knew you had to wait for them to get cocky and arrogant before attacking so you both could at least have a slim chance of surviving, but you didn't even get a chance at that plan, one of the men shot you right in the stomach.

You turn to Aleksander, hands clutching the area where you were shot, it seemed that your body didn't want to receive any sound but you could tell he was screaming out of anger.

Your legs became weak and you couldn't stand any longer, you fall to the ground, funny how being the only elementalist still alive and surviving so long, only thing needed to kill you was a simple bullet.

The elements around you were mad, they started attacking the soldiers, soldiers were being suffocated by quicksand, some by lack of oxygen and others were attacked by tree roots reaching and choking them to death.

And Aleksander, he was FURIOUS, he looked like the incarnate of pure darkness. He created monsters of darkness to rip the soldiers apart, leaving only their bones.

Once the small army was dealt with Aleksanders gaze moved to you, he rushed over to you putting pressure onto the gun wound. The creatures he created had dissipated into the wind, leaving no sign of them in the area.

"We need to find a healer, that's all and you'll be fine and we can finally liv-" You grab his hands holding them in place, you shake your head tears rolling down from your eyes.

"Honey I'm dying... Let me rest with the elements, the last thing I want to feel is you." Tears roll down his face as he nods, he's lost so much because of the king and now he's losing the only thing keeping him sane, you.

He picks you up, carrying you to a near by pond, laying you down in the water. He sits down, gently pulling your head into his lap so you could see his face for your last few moments.

"I wish you had shorter hair, it's covering your beautiful face." You smile using the last ounces of your strength to caress his face. He leans into your hand, kissing the palm of it before taking it and putting your hand back to your side.

"I love you Y/n... I love you so much that I know I'll never love another." He leans down to kiss your cheek and that's the last thing you feel before you fall into a deep slumber. "I'll find a way to bring you back my beloved even if it takes eternity" He whispers under his breath.

He noticed that your body started to turn into stone. He gets up and backs away to see the process, water coiled around your body, plants sprouted around you and light emitted around you.

He looks down at you and whispers "I will find a way... No matter how long it takes." He walks away remembering the exact location of your resting place.

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"General Kirigan, the scouts have found the book on Elementalist." Kirigan turns around and grabs the book out of Ivan's hand.

"Thank you Ivan, don't let anyone near my tent until I say so please." Ivan nods leaving the tent and heads back outside to the entrance of the tent. Kirigan immediately starts reading the book about the Elementalist and their magical abilities. He comes across a page about elementalist's death, it reads that they can't die hinting towards their immortality, when put into a state where a mortal would die, they become one will the elements again, but can be revived when a sun summoner and a darkling combine their powers while the elements of the earth are around the elementalist to resurrect the elementalist back to full health.

This ritual has chances to fail but the ritual chances of succeeding are increased when the beloved of the elementalist is present. Kirigan slams the book close, thinking where he would get a sun summoner, that was the only flaw of this ritual, Sun summoners didn't exist.

Someone bursted into Kirigan's tent, he looks up to see one of his Grisha soldiers entering and Ivan behind him.

"Ivan I thought I told you to not let anyone in." He looks at Ivan with a glare, he was already annoyed with information in the book and this intrusion didn't help.

"General I think you want to hear this." Ivan says in a low tone. Kirigan grumbles and gestures for the soldier to speak.

"The Sun Summoner has been found and some of our soldiers have went to go retrieve her, they're on their way now." The soldier says that in a hurried tone, not wanting to upset the General further.

Kirigan takes a deep breath "Once the Sun Summoner is here bring her into my tent and some of our higher command members to witness the testing, you are dismissed." They nod and leave the tent.

"I told you I'd find a way." He whispers under his breath with a grin.

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I hoped you guys enjoyed and I wouldn't mind doing a part two it just depends on how everyone likes it but that's all bye ٩(ര̀ᴗര́)ᵇʸᵉ.

“i found you” || j.p

a/n ; when i say this is completely self indulgent i mean COMPLETELY i wrote this with myself in mind i literally just wanted to feel loved,,, anyways. not my best work but <3 writers block is hard ok .

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“because i’ll fall in love with you, again and again. in every life, my heart is yours.”

“james-“ he had whispered, breath shaking.

“so you can erase my memories y/n, but i’ll find you. maybe walking down the street, maybe at a coffee shop, maybe on a trip half way across the world. i will find you, and i will fall in love all over again.” and so, he did.

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there was a boy.

a boy with short black hair, slightly covering eyes james had never been able to properly see.

a boy with sweaters too long, and shaking hands with every cup of coffee he ordered.

a boy, who walked with his back straight, and his left hand tapping a rhythm only he could hear on his leg.

a boy who’s gaze lingered on james, but never long enough for james’ own to catch up.

a boy who smelt like sea water and when he got close enough, a boy who has freckles in the shape of stars dusting over the bridge of his nose.

a boy james’ soul ached for, in a way he could not explain. he wanted to reach out, to touch, to hold. he wanted to feel, to see. he wanted him.

but the boy was always too fast, and he slipped right through james’ fingers every time he got too close.

and moments he’d think he got close enough, fingers closing and chest racing, the boy would disappear again.

yet he always came back, day after day. he’d walk by, and james’ breath would be taken away all over again.

the boy never stayed long, he’d linger. a moment or too, as if he had something to say, right on the tip of his tongue. like he wanted to reach out, and james would let him, of course he’d let him.

but the boy always ended up walking away.

james hoped for a moment or two, that this would be the day he finally reached.

and there was something so familiar, an underlying feeling, comfort, about the boy.

a feeling that reached deep into his chest, intertwined with his ribs, closed over his soul and squeezed. a feeling so dull yet so bright, a feeling james could not put a finger on, but if he had to; home.

if james stopped to think about it, he could recall faint pictures.

fallen stars, soft wings, traces of grace in between lingering kisses. a smile. a touch, fingertips pressed against his neck, a ghost of a voice whispering his name.

metal swords pressed onto cheeks, laughs that sounded like sunshine, dreams that tasted like sugar. distant creations, sunsets and golden halos. cries of joy and promises whispered against eyelids.

the boy reminded him of a distant stranger he could no longer recall.

it didn’t matter, not now. when the boy was standing in front of him, brown eyes, his eyes were brown, looking up at him, hands softly placed on the card he held out for james.

and james had to stop for a moment.

soft features, familiar, warm. his hair fell, gently caressing his cheeks. it had grown, and strands curled around his ears in such a delicate way.

angelic in a way. the soft lighting of the coffee shop surrounded the boy, making the specks on his cheeks more prominent.

for a moment james could see it, the faint glow of a halo above his head, the outline of lost wings resting behind him.

an image flashed in his mind, silver rays of moonlight, an image so clear of a boy, this boy, a small smile decorated his face, wings spread behind him as if all he was meant to do was fly.

the image, dusted in stardust and eyes full of faith, of love, and of a faraway place, heaven.

the boy in front of him, an angel.

‘y/n’ his souls whispered, and his breath caught in his throat.

memories came in waves, and the boys eyes widened for a moment, as if he could recall everything, every kiss, every touch, every word, that james was at the moment.

the boy took a step back, ready to rush off, but this time, james reached.

his hand fell softly against the boys wrist, and a memory ram through his mind.

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“i love you” his hand was on his wrist, tears in his eyes, wings burned behind him.

the angel shook his head, gently reaching for his hand.

“you can’t james, you have to forget me” he whispered, voice broken, tears falling down his cheeks.

“even if i forget you, it doesn’t matter” he had begged, hand pulling and reaching, determined to keep his angel close.

“what do you mean?” the being had asked, hands shaking at his sides.

“because i’ll fall in love with you, again and again. in every life, my heart is yours.”

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the boy was in front of him, the same boy he had let slip through his fingers far too many times. the same boy he’d fall over and over for, wether it meant losing his wings, or falling in love.

the boy he’d forgotten, the boy he’d loved for years after years. the boy he’d fly through stars with, and land gently upon clouds, kissed pressed lovingly to temples and hands joined.

the boy he’d let take his heart and his mind, the boy he’d lost so many years, lifetimes, ago.

james pulled, the boy, the angel, y/n, towards him.

breath taken away, hands shaking, heart beating so fast in his chest he half expected it to fly to the moon.

the hand pressed against his wrist, the familiar hold, he relished in it. he was real, he was there, he remembered.

“i found you.” and he fell. again.

The Darkling's Beloved Pt 2

Pairing: Aleksandar Morovoza x Elementalist!Male reader

Word count:2600+

Summary: With the Sun Summoner he can finally free you from your cold stone prison...right?

Warning: Smut, a little bit of sadness, cute nicknames, fluff, praising, unsafe sex (use a condom ya nasties (͡°ʖ̯͡°)), a little bit of nipple play, a lot of kissing, little bit of a general kink.

Since everyone liked the other one(which I appreciate bc I really liked the concept) I've decided to make pt 2, I hope this clears the cliffhanger from the last one.

Part 1

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Alina was getting ready for her showcase at the banquet, Kirigan said that it was a big deal that she preformed correctly to impress the guest. Kirigan told Alina in advance that he was adding on to the showcase that would take place in front of the statue of an unknown man.

Alina needed to find Kirigan in the halls so maybe they could potentially sneak away, she had feelings for Kirigan and she just couldn't tell if Kirigan felt the same way.

Alina and Genya made their way through the crowded halls. While Genya was guiding Alina to their destination, Alina saw Kirigan in a room with a bunch of other people, she had to go talk to him.

Genya lost her grip on Alina as Alina strayed away into the room Kirigan was in. Kirigan saw Alina coming into the room, he didn't want her there yet specifically because it was too early for the performance but since she was there might as well start it, the sooner the better.

Kirigan grabbed Alina and dragged her on to the stage with him. "Are you ready?" Kirigan whispered into Alina's ear. "As ready as I'll ever be." Alina said smirking at the end of her sentence.

Kirigan turned to the crowd with a show stopping smile. "Welcome to showcase of the future of destroying the fold, the Sun Summoner." Kirigan used his powers to make the room as dark as night but after a while a blinding light appeared where Alina and Kirigan were standing.

The audience was in awe, watching the light show that was beholding in front of their eyes. Kirigan retracted his darkness as well as Alina made the light fade away.

"We have another showcase if you would follow us out into the courtyard." The crowd started to move towards the courtyard slowly, people were nervous but excited none the less.

Once everyone was in the courtyard, a statue that wasn't originally there was seated in the middle of the area. Light emitted from the statue almost like Alina's light but brighter in a way.

"Now you may be wondering why this statue is important...well me and Alina will show you." He grabbed Alina's hands a placed it on the statue's chest.

"Just focus your light into the statue and I'll do the rest." Alina nods and concentrates her powers into the stone statue while Kirigan does the same with his darkness.

The statue seems to be emitting more light, blinding the guest even more than the previous performance. Baghra looks a the action from a safe distance, she knows not to interfere knowing what's going to happen. Kirigan needs this ritual to work, he needs Y/n back. The light becomes brighter and brighter until it stops the light soon fades away and the original darkness of the courtyard returns.

The used to be statue in the middle of the courtyard is now a man dressed in very thin clothing. The audience notices and gasp at the sight, confused on how the statue turned from stone to man.

Alina was even more confused, she never knew her powers could do that or was that just Kirigan amplifying her capabilities as the sun summoner.

You started to fall but Kirigan catches you, saving you from the hard concrete floor.

"Where am I?" You said in a hushed tone, you look towards the figure holding you. It looked like Aleksander just with shorter hair.

"Aleksander?" You said that before losing conscious, you fell asleep in his arms.

"We must get him to a healer immediately for check up, he is top priority." The crowd moved out of the way so Aleksander could bring you back into the palace to healers.

Alina was confused and so were the audience members but it was a fine show and that satisfied them enough, they all returned back into the palace for the food and drinks.

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Aleksander hasn't left your side since freeing from your stone cage. He simply couldn't risk losing you again, while watching over you, he had to think of a way to keep you safe since you did aid him during the creation of the fold.

It was just you and him left in the room, everyone had left to enjoy the rest of the party.

"You know I didn't stop trying to find a way to bring you back... I knew I could, it was like a feeling in my blood that you weren't truly gone." He moved his hand to your cheek caressing it before he continued "I know if you were truly dead I would have already killed everyone and everything from taking you away from me." He paused "Because you're the only thing in this world that truly matters." A tears strays down his eyes as he finishes his sentence.

A soft hand wipes the tears away and Aleksander turns to you." I'm not dead...anymore so don't cry okay." You whisper to him before attempting to sit up.

"Hey hey be careful you're still very fragile after being a statue for a couple of centuries." He helps you sit up right in a comfortable position.

"I'm not fragile, if anything I think being a statue has made me stronger." You smile at him, you felt stronger than before, like you could take a bullet to the heart and survive while being stabbed by a millions daggers.

"I think the elements want to be sure that this never happens again." You said before turning to look out the window. "Where are we exactly Aleksander?" You turn back to him tilting your head.

"We're in my palace since I am a general and I command the grisha to fight in the war." He gives you this cocky look and you simply thinks it's ridiculous.

"Well that's good to hear, and I see you took my advice and cut your hair." You move your hand to feel his now short hair, moving each strand making it messy.

"I needed to disguise myself and to come up with a new identity so that's when the hair got cut." He grabs your hand from his hair and holds it, slowly drawing circles in your palm.

"I'm guessing I'm going to need to change my name too? Since I did help you." You knew the old king didn't like you so the new king probably didn't like you either.

"Your last name could be mine we'd be unofficial married, I could say that my father turned you into to stone because of our relationship and that only a sun summoner and a darkling could break the spell." He talks slow trying his hardest to make this plan perfect, he couldn't lose you again.

"Maybe there is a brain up there." You smirk at him and lightly push on his shoulder.

"I did trick the king's son didn't I." He smiles. Someone knocks on the door and enters, it's Ivan.

"General, the king would like to speak to you about our new guest." He motions to you, Aleksander sighs.

"I'll be back darling unless you're in a good condition." He stands up still holding your hand looking down at you completely ignoring Ivan who is still in the room.

"Honey, I'm completely fine look." You get up from the bed that you layed in "see i'm not falling i'm perfectly fine so don't worry." Tugging on his arm. "Now bring me to this king."

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Aleksander guides you to the area where the king is. When entering the room there seems to be an audience waiting for your arrival.

"King you have summoned me." Aleksander bows before returning his gaze back to the ruler on the throne.

"As the king I wish to know who that man is right next to you who seemingly was stone but was turned human." The king slightly glares at you.

"This is my husband sire, he's a grisha just like the rest of us but special." The kings eyes widened at the word 'special' and suddenly he was intrigued.

"Special in what way? In the ability to turn into to stone?" He mocks your previous situation but he won't be mocking you soon enough.

"No sire he's an elementalist, he possesses the abilities to control all the elements not only that but all the elements are friends to him and they care very deeply for him." He explains to the king who seems to be as dumb as his father.

"Then why was he stone? If the elements are friends to him, why would they turn him into stone." You internally rolled your eyes and remember how dumb kings could be.

"My father didn't approve of our marriage and turned him into stone, I knew how to turn him back but the spell needed a sun summoner and at the time I thought they didn't exist but then Alina came along." He motions to Alina who is next to Genya.

The king frowned at the story not knowing it was all a lie" That's so sad, he may stay with you in your palace and I assume he's already combat trained." Aleksander nods he goes to speak but is interrupted by you.

"I've fought the most powerful grisha ever, I only lost because I thought he was going to finally accept us but I won't be tricked again, you have my word sire." You bow showing that you have proper etiquette when speaking to a royal.

The king nods "You are dismissed." You both bow again and leave the room.

"Let's head to my quarters." You nod and he grabs your hand taking you back to his area.

Nsfw after the time skip

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As soon as you and Alek get to his room he immediately starts taking off all his clothing, throwing them randomly around the room.

"Why are you taking your clothes off." Closing the door behind you so no one peeping could see your man getting undressed.

You hear a sinister laugh come from his mouth. He turns to you with half of his shirt off showing his delicious abs.

"I haven't been able to touch you in years, not once have I been able to make love to you but that changes today darling." He slowly walks over to you prowling like a lion for it's prey.

He gets right in front of your face, cornering you leaving you between the door and him. He slams his lips into yours the kiss starts slow but soon the kiss becomes heated and passionate with love.

He wraps your legs around his waist keeping you steady on the door. You bring your arms around his neck trying to bring him in any closer, still kissing you he starts to move towards the bed laying down while he hovers over you.

You could feel the darkness slowly creep up your legs slowly taking your clothing off one by one soon leaving you bare naked.

"Seems your powers aren't under control." You pull away from the kiss and slowly pull down his pants and underwear. His hard cock was released from it's confinement, it twitched when feeling the cold air.

"Sorry about that darling but they'll probably be joining us they probably missed you as much as I do." Dark tendrils start creeping up your leg but you ignore them and focus on your boyfriend.

You pull Aleksander back into a kiss, taking action you flip him over on to his back leaving you right in front of his cock that was laying right between you cheeks. While kissing him you slowly move your hips up and down sending even more pleasure to his body.

Aleksander once again pulls away from the kiss and looks to the corner side table, opening the cabinet doors and grabbing the lube, applying some of it to his fingers. He moves his hands towards your hole circling around it teasing you before suddenly plunging one finger in. You clenched around the finger and moaned at the intrusion, even though it's been awhile since you've had sex you still knew the ropes.

Aleksander searches for the special spot, upon finding it he hears you moan louder than before.

"Bingo." He says under his breath before inserting 2 more fingers into you, attacking that special spot leaving you a moaning mess. He brings you down to capture your lips trying to quiet the sounds coming from your mouth.

Pulling away from the kiss, he trails down your neck leaving hickeys in his path, moving from your neck he moves to your nipples lapping them getting them nice and hard before bring his other hand to your cock slowly jerking it barely leaving you able to speak coherent words.

"Please I can't wait any longer." You whine out, your lust had started to become unbearable. "What is it that you want darling." He smirks he knows what you want but he wants for you to say it.

"I want your cock General." The word general struck a string in Aleksander and he hurried to take his fingers out of you and lubed his cock up. He spreads your cheeks open and slowly slides his cock inside of you, you moan at the feeling. This was the first time in centuries you've had sex with your beloved and he hadn't even started the real show and you loved it.

While still in you, he takes his hands off your cock and turns you on to your back before he starts thrusting in and out of your hole. At first he sets the pace at a slow speed trying to find the sweet spot again that made you make beautiful sounds. Once he found it, he started thrusting at abnormal speed, leaving you crying with pleasure. You knew that whole entire palace could hear but you didn't care because all your focus was on Aleksander.

"You looks so beautiful under me with pools of pre-cum on your stomach." He moves one of his hands to your cock moving it at the same speed as his thrust leaving you almost breathless while overwhelmed.

"Alek I'm close." You manage to get the words out of your lips. He leans down and captures your lips for a quick kiss "I'm close too darling cum with me." You nod pulling his lips back to yours. The kiss became sloppy as both of you came to your breaking points.

His thrust started to slow down and became sloppy same with his hand movements. He pulls away and says "I'm cumming." You could feel his cum filling you up making you cum as well all over his hand.

He pulls out of you licking your cum from his hand and kissing you, you could taste yourself on his tongue. He pulls away and flops next to you.

"Shouldn't we clean up honey." You turn to him, looking into his pitch black eyes.

"We can do that in the morning but for now I want to cuddle with the one I love if you don't mind?" He brings his hand to your cheek, caressing it ever so slightly.

"Of course, I want to feel you for eternity." You curl into his side and lay your head upon his chest. You let yourself to be pulled by the comfort of sleep and the knowing feeling that your able to be with Aleksander for ever.

"And I said I'd love you for eternity." He whispers before himself falls to the succumbing feeling of sleep, knowing he finally has the one thing that matters, You.

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Little did the both of them know that someone was listening to them, listening to there sweet words and they didn't like it.

It's surprising that people didn't notice the sun shining so late at night but the sun didn't shine at night so what was it.....

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MUAHAAHAHAHHA I love leaving you guys on weird cliffhangers but that's it for this part I hoped you guys enjoyed. I wouldn't mind continuing this story but I wouldn't know where to make the story go but I would love to continue this after writing for other things it just depends again on if you guys like it.

Oh also I'm thinking about making taglist for things like grishaverse, celebrities, marvel etc. So I'm going open my ask box and just say what you want to be add to and I'll be sure to right your names down and yeah but if you don't want to be on the tag list and just wanna say some random things in my ask box go ahead.

Thats it ٩(ര̀ᴗര́)ᵇʸᵉ.

Almost forgot the one person who wanted to be tagged srry: @kaqua

(Y/N): *Points at Price* Mum

Price: Wh-

(Y/N): *Points at Ghost* Dad

Ghost: …

(Y/N): *Points at Gaz* Favourite cousin

Gaz: :)

(Y/N): *Points at Soap* the sibling that’s only there because your parents threatened to ground you if you didn’t take them with you

Soap: WHAT?!

(Y/N): *Points at Alejandro* the cool uncle

Alejandro: *shrugs with a smile*

(Y/N): *Points at Rudy* the sweetheart cousin that you can never really be mad at no matter what

Rude: :D

(Y/N): *Points at Valeria* That one aunt who doesn’t work but has a suspicious amount of money

Valeria: true…

Soap: *huffs* And what does that make you?

(Y/N): The one who knows all the tea and uses it to create drama

Soap: WHY IS MINE THE WORST?!

(Y/N): *shrugs*

Soap: *starts arguing*

(Y/N): *Watches the chaos unfold with a grin*

Ghost: *groans* fuckin’ hell…

𝓛ong ago, an order of monastic knights slew the vile gods of the old world, using esoteric powers granted by the moon and sun.

𝓝ow the world has grown dark and violent, as those selfsame deities prepare their return—challenged only by the light of the eclipse."

No Spoilers Pt 4 *FINALE* (Avengers X Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Spoilers to Infinity War, injury, near death expierience. There may be swearing but it’s too long for me to go and check to be sure.

Request: Avengers x reader no spoilers 4. The reader is finally in the real world(home) after meeting stan lee. Stan is telling the reader since he changed the story Thanos plan has changed. He heard of the reader being not from this of the universe. So now Thanos is planning to take over the reader real universe. Stan says “You can stay in the MCU and stop him but you will stay there forever. Or you can do nothing but there is a greater chance he will succeed and destroy this (real)universe.” He even says I’ll give you powerful powers excluding unreasonable op powers. Added note: Reader has an Iron Man Suit (TAG @lunchawx)

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You’d done it. You’d gotten home. The moment you came face to face with the elderly, white haired man with the large sunglasses and a kind smile, you knew you’d reached the end of this story. Stan Lee had actually been rather cheeky with you, asking “what took you so long kid?” 

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Tomorrow is a hope... never a promise.

We Want The Same Things - Things We Can’t Have

Their first meeting goes like this.

Tendrils of shadow pin Nikolai to a half-broken mast and start to wrap around his throat. He reaches up to pull at them and gasps out, “Wait! I’m not one of those traffickers! I’m Sturmhond! We have the same goals! I -”

Just when he’s about to choke on darkness, the shadows retreat enough to let him take a well-needed breath. The man in front of him tilts his head. “Sturmhond,” he repeats. “The pirate.”

“Privateer,” Nikolai wheezes.

~

Or: Sturmhond meets the leader of the Grisha resistance.

A Darkolai fic, now with a fancy moodboard, made by me. 

Hello :D, could I request some headcanons of Aurelion Sol , Pantheon and Aphelios with a S/o who is a omnipotent Deity

Sure thing! They ended up turning into headcanons about how I thought the relationships would go from the start 😁

Aphelios, Aurelion Sol, Pantheon x Deity!Reader Headcanons

Aphelios

Upon first meeting you, Aphelios would never have believed that you would be a deity. Why would someone so powerful be aimlessly wandering around Mount Targon? Of course to him, you had the heavenly look, an ethereal beauty that he had never seen before, but it didn't change the fact that you looked defenceless. He only believed when Alune told him how she had seen your nurturing presence in the spirit realm, and that you were to be trusted

There was tension when you refused to completely aid Aphelios in the conflict between the Lunari and Solari. You could literally change the course of this war, stomp the Solari with a mere wave of the hand, but you wouldn't, you said it wasn’t your right. All that you promised him was the safety of him and Alune which Aphelios learned to be extremely grateful for

The amount of times you've dragged Aphelios out of the spirit realm have become uncountable. Knowing that you had his back, Aphelios took riskier missions and made bolder moves. It only stopped when Alune chided him, saying, “Do you think a god would be impressed by a fool that constantly gets himself killed?” right in front of your face. Aphelios had never been so embarrassed

You confessed to him that you would like something more between you and thus, your romantic relationship started. You’ll have to be the one to make the first move. No matter how infatuated Aphelios was with you, he'd never confess to you, he believed it was out of his place to confess a romantic love to a deity

Truth be told, Aphelios is insecure about your relationship. You could literally have anyone in the entire cosmos yet you chose to stay by his side. Do you truly consider him a lover or simply one of many assets in the universe to entertain your immortal life? Surely you'd tire of him sooner or later, there were probably plenty of individuals – mortal, even – who were far more fascinating than him

Your relationship has become a ticking time bomb. For now it’s okay but Aphelios is aware there may be a time where your interests collide with his faith of the moon. And that is one secret he has hidden from Alune, when the time comes to choose between you and the moon, he shall follow you

Aurelion Sol

The two of you have known each other since the creation of time itself. Throughout the eons of existing, the two of you have certainly had your fights and quarrels. What gods wouldn't? Existing for so long without any drama would be incredibly boring so the two of you would start drama amongst yourselves

But as the gods started taking interest in smaller, mortal matters, they started taking sides. The little quarrels and arguments turned more serious until they became wars that split space itself apart. It was then and there that you and Aurelion Sol realised just how important you found each other, sharing a bond that goes beyond human comprehension

Knowing how confident the god is, Aurelion Sol really wouldn't tolerate having anyone else other than a fellow god by his side. Anyone or anything less and he'd simply be unimpressed, you are the only one that can make him feel true awe

When he was bound by the mortals to Mount Targon, the hardest thing was being away from you. You were so close yet so far, he knew you were doing all you can to help him but the damned mortals had managed to find a way to even outdo your powers

Finally freed by his mortal restraints, you were the one to calm Aurelion Sol down as he desperately wanted to seek revenge against the mortals, tearing Mount Targon – and possibly all of Runeterra – to shreds. You reminded him that that was not true balance, and that the both of you were above the level of mortals, and so he should not act as violently as them

You have become the peace to his chaos as the both of you find the balance in making Runeterra become a place of peace once again, and to strip the mortals of their godly powers

Pantheon

At first the two of you did not get along in the slightest. Pantheon had sworn war on all that he considered too powerful for their own good, be it Darkin, Ascended or Aspect. And now he comes into contact with a god? You must've been asking for whatever the immortal equivalent of a death wish is

Your first meeting was one meant for the history books. A mere human standing up against a deity, with nothing but the will to fight guiding him. He fought you again and again, refusing to budge. Every fight he learnt more about your abilities, how powerful and immortal you were

Everything came to a head when he finally challenged you with the call, “Kill me, if you are truly such a god!” But you simply refused, saying it was not your business to disrupt the natural order. It was then Pantheon realised his drive for revenge was not meant for you. You may have the power to destroy, but you had the power to create. You maintained balance, much like him

He surrendered, kneeling at your feet. He then swore that he would fight in your best interests, to maintain balance of the universe. In reality, it didn't change his goals; the Darkin, Ascended and Aspects were what disrupted Runeterra and sending it to ruins, they were the ones that disrupted balance but his purpose still felt much greater now. It was not petty revenge, but to aid a deity

It took a decent amount of time time until Pantheon admitted his love for you. He believed it would be foolish for a literal god to value him any more than an asset, an ally or friend at best. But when you passingly said that he was special to you, Pantheon did the most daunting a soldier ever could. He confessed to you and you accepted

Pantheon's heart soars whenever you call him, “My champion”. It is an honour to represent and act on behalf of a god as nurturing and good natured as you. He has sworn in his heart to be by your side for all of eternity, to offer all his services and anything he can do to help aid in your quest of balancing the universe