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Drabble promp for OC of my Darkling’s Son Adryk Prompt: An act of Merzost that goes wrong for both

How could he have pushed him this far? Or perhaps it was not him alone, although he seemed to be the greatest influence over his son. A summoner of light born into a dark realm, a consequence of true love. He had been surprised to see the light and not a shadow summoner like himself, but Adryk had only seen disappointment hidden in his features. He was an outcast in the Dark Realm, not trusted by his own sister, not able to control the dark like his mother and unable to wield shadows like his Father. He chased those with light to their disapproval, their warnings of not trusting those with light but that only made him feel as if his own family hadn’t trusted him either. He was different, an heir to the Darkling with nothing to show for it. How badly he wanted to be like his Father only to discover again and again that he never would be. He had grown sick of it. He had learned through stories that his Father was capable of changing fate, of doing the impossible through the use of a strange magic. One that he had always forbid him to learn or speak about. Upon a wave of fury and desperation he raided his father’s study, tossed books and items aside until he came across the forbidden books of his uncle that had taught him everything. It was all true, the strange magic did exist and it had a name. Merzost. He knew nothing of the magic but if anyone could fix him his father could. With the book clutched in hand he storms across the palace ground until he comes across his father near the forest. He throws the journal at his feet, watching as his Father’s dark eyes fall upon it. “Do it.” He demands. “Take the light from me!” Aleksander furrows his brow at the book then looks up at his son, he was surprised by the sudden plea and the journal. Though perhaps he shouldn’t be surprised. He sighs and lifts the book into his hand. “It’s too dangerous..” He begins, only stopped by Adryk snapping the book from his fingers and tossing it aside. “Yet its not too dangerous when you want something. Was it too dangerous when you stole Hades powers? Or those of others who have crossed you here?! Take them!” His hands ball into fists as tears well in his eyes. “I want to be like you, I want to be the heir you wanted.” He pauses for a moment to glance away. “Or I don’t want to be at all.” He whispers softly. Aleksander freezes as his eyes fall upon his son, seeing his desperation only reminded him of his own actions in the past. The risks he would take when he too was desperate. It hurt him to know he had helped to push him to this point. “Adryk it’s not like that. You are the son that I want, no matter what.” Adryk was quick to clasp his hands, gazing up at him with plea in his eyes. “This is what I want. And if you truly want to prove you care about me then just give me the one thing I want. I just want to be like you.” He finishes in a hushed voice. “My own sister doesn’t even like m-.” “Adryk.” His voice was stern as it cut him off. “I don’t want to hurt you and your sister is just a lot of talk.” He eases Adryks hands from his own with a sigh but the boy was adamant. Adryk shakes with frustration as he lifts the journal, brandishing it to him. “I know of this now and if you don’t do it then I will.” His voice was filled with hesitation, fear even but he was like his father more than he thought. For he would stop at nothing if he wanted something bad enough. The Darkling knew this and the fear of his son using Merzost left him with little choice. “Put that down.” He says softly as he steps towards Adryk. “If it’s what you want…I’ll do it.” It would be better for him to perform it than his son. Better to drain his own reserves then risk harm befalling him. “You want to be like me..” He guides him deeper into the forest. “You already are.” He pauses near a vine with large black thorns, kneeling to pluck a couple free. Adryk had touches of Shadow, been able to slightly manipulate it. Perhaps he could make that stronger. He had sealed the power of others in these thorns already with little problem, perhaps it would not be so difficult to make his son happy. “I’ll do this, only if you swear never to enact Merzost yourself. Adryk, promise me.” His voice was full of demand but he answers with a firm nod. “I promise.” “Then come..” He waits for Adryk to come near and pricks the tip of thorn into his skin, he hisses but upon his fathers instruction he holds it there. Aleks knew Fiona would kill him for this, but he also knew that she just wanted their son to be happy. The incantations begin to blur in the Darkling’s head, the dark veins forming across his skin as the magic begins to take from him. With a cry he shoves the other thorn into his own arm, blood spilling across his skin and the grounds at their feet as he reaches across to firmly grasp the one in his sons arm. The wind stirs around them in a furious roar as light pours forth from the cut in his arm, flooding out into the air around them. If felt as if his very soul was leaving him in that moment. The Darkling continues to incite and shadows emerge from the thorn in his arm, winding through the air and connecting to the other. The Darkness begins to fill the void where the light once was, faster and faster the pull stronger and more vicious. He would have let go but he found his hand stuck as the powers roared between them in a painful draw and pull. To take in that much power at once was disorienting, even painful for Adryk as he bares his teeth against the burn of the pain. It all happened too fast, Merzost had a mind of his own. Ears deafened by the roar of power in the winds that surrounded them, the Darkling’s senses began to dim. Heart racing as the magic pulled from him and just before fainting he collapses to the ground the same moment that his son does. All falls into silence and stillness around them, both thorns shattered into pieces. If they had not collected anything then what… The Darkling looks down as the black lines begin to fade from his skin, an arm bracing himself against the ground as he kneels. Merzost always weakened him but he felt much weaker than before. Adryk seemed to be completely unconscious as he crawls quickly over him. “Adryk.” He says, concern in his voice as he reaches to shake his shoulder. A familiar feeling floods him, an ache as he feels the power under his own sons skin. His power. With a gasp he quickly lets him go, falling back as he glances to his own fingers, his own fears realized. He tries to call the shadows, tries to summon the darkness but there is no answer. Everything he ever was, was no longer there and all that power of ages past had slipped inside his son. That all consuming power and shadow. How would it affect him to have so much? He wouldn’t know until he woke up and greater yet. How would it affect himself to have so little? Fear consumes his dark eyes as he tries to summon once more, feel a touch of any power. Light dances across his fingertips, but only briefly before it fizzles out completely. With a cry of frustration he slams his hand upon the ground, finger clawing into the earth as the weakness of being drained overtakes him. The only way to heal from it gone as he collapses into exhaustion beside his son.

hi! i dunno if your requests are still open but if they are i was wondering if you could write headcanons for dr strange and/or tony with a male so whos sorta like a eldritch god/horror? if not i understand but thanks anyways(:

Marvel x eldritch horror male reader

  How did you know non-human reader fics were one of my favorites?

I sprinkled in some Steven Grant cuz I am obsessed with him, even though I haven’t watched the show yet, hope that’s okay lmao. I don’t know much about DID so I tried not to mention it much, and used what I know, so hopefully its alright.

I loosely based the readers main appearance of an oc of mine who is something like an eldritch horror themselves ^^

 I may have gotten carried away, but enjoy anyways.

Tony Stark

-          You meet when Tony is trapped in space with Nebula. You were just floating through space like always, taking in the sights and whatnot when you saw the ship and felt living organisms inside. One of them feels near death though, so you worry.

-          You haven’t interacted with many humans in your eternal life, so you panic and slither your everchanging form into the ship towards the dying being. Feeling around you with your smoke like mass, and using your abilities you can tell he is dying from lack of oxygen, so you make some.

-          He’s still falling unconscious, but not dying this time. So, you grace his mind just enough to get an impression, and take the form he would find most pleasing to look at. You end up taking him into your now only two arms, and holding him as he rests.

-          Things pass like in the movie, except you easily reverse what Thanos did and take the stones away from the ugly grape and fling him into the void.

-          Now that the threat is gone you grow close to Tony, and take great interest in human culture. You could learn it all immediately if you pleased, but having Tony show you and explain it made what would be your heart warm up.

-          In the beginning Tony, and all his companions, thought you were some type of alien that took human form, like the Skrull. So, it was kinda awkward to explain that you weren’t just that, you were what they called an eldritch horror.

-          Tony needed some time to come to terms with it, especially the fact that you were far beyond science. But after a while he seemed to just accept it, giving up that he couldn’t ever figure you out. Though he does try to at times still.

-          The two of you start dating, and it takes some time to get used too, mainly for Tony. You grow more comfortable letting your human go and just being more yourself. Though you keep your form mainly human.

-          You help out the Avengers at times, but mainly leave it to the heroes to go save the world. Though you will swoop in if they’re in life threatening danger.

-          You pick up cooking, though it isn’t very successful in the beginning, but tony seems to be very supportive, though he isn’t that happiest to be the taste tester as some of the dishes he swears are cursed.

-          You get better over time though.

-          The relationship is announced to the public, and you have to keep your human form when out and about for obvious reasons. The world is led to believe you have shadow based powers and have lived alone for most of your life, which makes up for you not understanding many parts of society just yet.

Stephen Strange

-          You meet when Stephen is doing magic work, maybe he has to cross over to the shadow between realities or universes to collect something or fight someone. He catches your attention by entering your domain, which normally no one can enter.

-          You keep your attention of the cloaked man, as he moves through your darkness with ease that surprises even you. His cloak flinches back when you reach a shadow up to pull on it, which confirms that it is alive.

-          The magic-user walks around your domain for a long time looking for what he’s after, but can’t seem to find head nor tail in the eternal darkness. You feel what’s almost akin to pity, like what you feel when you see a kitten stumble and fall. So, collecting a tiny part of your mass, you take a human-like shape.

-          The shape is like if you took shadows and dark mass and shoved it into a human shaped mold. You hadn’t really met humans before and you didn’t want to dig through his mind, so you took the next best option.

-          Stephen gets ready to fight when you appear, but when it becomes obvious, you’re friendly he tells you why he’s there and what he’s after. You offer to help him which he hesitates with at first, but ends up accepting. With little work of your powers, you’ve moved the two of you to what he needed

-          The two of you fall into talks, you mainly asking questions which he only seems to answer out of politeness as this is your realm, but as time passes, he becomes more friendly. He’s on edge around you in the beginning, but it lessens up.

-          When he leaves you vow to visit him regularly, which you then do. You pull apart the curtains of reality and step into whatever room he’s in, and as time passes you start to take a more human form as you learn about them. Though you keep certain features about yourself, like having more than two arms and smoke-like clouds rising from you at times, though Stephen doesn’t seem to mind at all.

-          The sorcerer grows to really apricate your company, and he treats you much warmer as time passes.

-          You dating is never really said in words, at some point you just start staying with him for longer, you start holding each other and kissing. Its only when Wong tells you to take your sucking faces somewhere else it clicks for the both of you.

-          Your relationship continues as normal, doing sorcery things, reading books, traveling places. Though now there’s more physical affection.

-          Stephen is very interested in the special brand of magic you use, though you explain it isn’t magic and just more you are bending reality to your will. He’s still very interested though.

-          He takes time off from being sorcerer supreme to spend time together, the two of you especially like traveling to other planets or alike to explore or go on holiday.

Steven Grant (Marc and Jake too i guess)

-          Unsurprisingly you meet Steven because of moon knight business. You first spotted him when he entered the afterlight as it is partly your domain, but before you could interact with him, he left again. You’re intrigued by the man, so you keep one of your many million eyes on him.

-          You let small parts of yourself start to slither into the human realm by poking holes in the fabric that is reality. Normally you would just have shoved a chunk of yourself out there, but the god that follows Steven around would notice immediately. Not that you couldn’t win with ease if the god wanted to fight, but you didn’t feel like it.

-          You had planned to grace over his mind for a shape when he slept, but he so rarely did. It made the small part of yourself you had put under his bed jolt as he got right back up, after he had gone to sleep. Flexing your abilities, you figured out there were not one, not two, but three people in the body, one of them being Steven.

-          Now you have always been an eternal everchanging being, so it didn’t weird you out or anything, you simply noted down for later to pay attention to who was fronting and that was it.

-          Weeks pass like this, and you’re comfortable just watching and observing. That is until Steven apparently gains control of the body in the middle of a battle. He’s lost and doesn’t even realize he’s in a fight until he almost gets punched.

-          Steven appears not to be much of a fighter, but you stay still until one of the people he was fighting pulls out a gun, which you now know is a weapon. You collect all the small shadows you’ve had cross over and mash them together to take form. You take a human form, the only thing showing you’re less than human nature are your eyes, which turn pitch black.

-          You make quick work of the goons, going as far as to crush the gun in your hand and flinging the people across the street and into a dumpster.

-          The god that follows Steven around immediately gets confrontational and curses at you and wants you gone, but you ignore him to crouch down to Steven and ask if he’s alright, lifting a smoke covered hand, where the smoke slithers around and seems to heal whatever bruises and cuts he has.

-          It takes some explaining and calming Steven down to explain who and what you are, and why you are there. He blushes when you explain how you found him so interesting and sweet you couldn’t help but want to stick around.

-          Khonsu seems to stop his cursing and threats when he figures out you are far beyond even his level of power, though the two of you don’t seem to realize. You don’t even notice when he seems to leave, giving you major side-eye.

-          One thing leads to the next and you’re spending a lot of time together, though its just you and Steven since you leave when you notice the other two fronting. You don’t want to make them uncomfortable or anything, and you and Steven thought that since Marc and Jake kept a lot of secrets in the past from him, its okay until you two know each other more.

-          When you start officially dating you end up introducing yourself to Marc and Jake, who both seem quite uneasy with you, but when they hear how you and Steven talk about each other they begrudgingly agree.

-          They won’t admit it, but they start to like you too, and get red in the face when you compliment them or hug them.

-          You and Steven talk about his interests for hours, and you can tell him many things that Khonsu doesn’t know or hasn’t told him, you even go as far as to tell him about how you have your own realm and alike. You visit it at some point, though there isn’t much to see as its just darkness and void.

-          Steven helps you learn the ways of the human world, though he struggles with it himself too, so you lean on each other for support. Though most days it can become quite a lot and you’ll just go home and cuddle in bed until Steven falls asleep and either Marc or Jake takes over, the man blushing when they realize they’re in your arms.

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.

Heroic.

Draw your swords - Masterlist

Summary: In order to keep Ravka intact, general Kirigan, the Darkling, must marry. Needless to say, he’s not happy about it, but neither is his human bride.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, sexual content, violence, death, alcohol 

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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.

E | Completed | 70k | Alternate Canon | The Darkling/Nikolai Lantsov

A life spent at sea, years after years of forging himself a new name, a new face―an identity to replace the one stolen from him. But it all so easily shatters, and by the most innocuous of objects: a letter, beckoning him home.

Or: Nikolai learns the most important truth of all. A love offered thrice may very well be true, but he must first find who he is to embrace it.

― with the sun against our back, a shadow and bone fic, part three of the series of monsters and men

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Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Alternate Universe!Reader

Summary: When the making at the heart of the world steals you from your own universe and drops you into the fictional country of Ravka you’re thoroughly bewildered. But this is an opportunity for you to right every wrong - and hopefully save one life in particular.

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Part One

One moment you’re going about your usual day, the next you’re in Ravka - the fictional country in a fictional universe. When you realise that the story you know by heart hasn’t even begun, there’s only one person you can think of going to.

Part Two

After a restless night of sleep, you wake with too many thoughts in your mind. The contents of the General’s war table provide an ample distraction, and soon the man himself joins you.

Part Three

You and Aleksander journey to Kribirsk, where everything starts to become real for you, as your plan is finally set in motion.

Part Four

Accompanied by your new recruits, you and Aleksander return to the Little Palace, and soon settle into a comfortable routine. But nothing ever stays the same for long.

Part Five

Alina is presented to the king as the sun summoner, and from that point onwards you and Aleksander become increasing busy - and apart.

Part Six

An unexpected visitor arrives with some good news, and Aleksander makes a earth-shattering discovery.

Bonus Scene

As your first interaction with Baghra occurs, a wounded Aleksander returns from a mission, and you have no chance to ponder over her opinion of you.

Part Seven

The search for the stag takes your group north into Fjerda, but it’s after you return to Os Alta that a surprising event occurs.

Part Eight

The Winter Fete goes smoothly, a perfect evening followed by a foiled assassination. A few days later, you and Aleksander journey into the Fold.

Part Nine

After a dramatic arrival into West Ravka, your group travels to Os Kervo, and you recruit a pirate privateer to join you in the search for the sea whip.

Part Ten

The hunt for the sea whip has begun, but a number of obstacles stand in your way, demanding more from you than you ever thought possible.

Part Eleven

Your near death experience has taken a toll on you, which forces Aleksander to come to a realisation.

Part Twelve

A successful return to Ravka prompts you to share warnings of the future with Aleksander, and a new (but not unfamiliar) character invites himself into your schemes.

Part Thirteen

Slowly the pieces of your plan for the Fold come into place, but thoughts and fears of the future continue to haunt you.

Part Fourteen

Ravka’s seat of power changes, and Aleksander makes a discovery that sends you both north in search of his sister.

Part Fifteen

As Alina is about to bring down the Fold, Aleksander suggests a theory that lifts your hopes.

Part Sixteen

Together, you and Aleksander journey to the monastery of Sankt Feliks. To mend the tear at the making, a sacrifice from one of you is required.

Part Seventeen

With the remains of the Fold vanquished, the people celebrate. Together, you and Aleksander work to establish peace in Ravka and a safe haven for your Grisha.

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Alternate Ending

Until I Found You - IAL (Aleksander’s Version)

Aleksander isn’t expecting to find love in this lifetime, that is until you arrive. - A collection of scenes from In Another Life from Aleksander’s perspective, as well as a bonus scene.

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Post-In Another Life

Future Uncertainty

Lingering insecurities rear their head now that everything has been resolved, and Aleksander encourages you to share your fears. (set mid-part seventeen)

The General’s Crown

In an attempt to escape the attention of being a living saint, you retreat into the fields and create flowers for the local children. It isn’t long before your husband finds you.

Christmas Eve

Its your second Christmas in Ravka, your first with the country at peace and Aleksander as your husband. Together, you have the perfect Christmas Eve.

The New Year

It’s New Years Eve, and the first time you’re celebrating with Aleksander as your husband.

What the Future Holds

Immortality suits you well, and your new life with Aleksander is better than you ever could have imagined.