#It could be mystically enchanted to not eat him

[blade-liger-4ever]

If Dick has a dog, and Damian has an entire menagerie, then I propose Jason should get a pet as well.

Preferably a big meat eater.

I never realized how much I needed this episode

[milkteabinniechan]

♡The Trickster's Treasure - Felix

MINORS DNI 18+ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: pixie! Felix x afab! reader

summary: In a mystical forest, you venture deeper than usual, drawn by enchanting sounds. Unbeknownst to you, a mischievous pixie observes you from the branches above. He delights in playing tricks, creating illusions and leading you astray with mirages of shimmering paths but soon you become lost...

warnings: hallucinations, mild panic attack, Felix is a little troublemaker

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, dancing shadows through the forest, your feet were starting to grow weary. You tilted your head up to the canopy of trees and tried to remember how you ended up here in the first place. Look high and look low, will you find me or find madness? You'll never know!

A small, taunting voice reverberated through the forest. Music. Music had been what drew you to these woods. Some kind of mystical, fantastical melody.

But now the melody has ceased and you were left with only the sounds of the forest. As nightfall consumed the flora and fauna, the once welcoming wood had suddenly taken on a very sinister appearance. Where once sunlight filtered through the leaves and illuminated the forest floor, now moonlight drenched the hardened oak trees and jagged rocks that lined your path.

Suddenly, a darkened underbrush opened up and cleared the way to a small path.

This way! Go this way!

That voice again. A playful, mischievous little voice that seemed to come from all directions. You looked around to find no other path available. Against your better judgment, you decided to listen to this mystery voice and walk down the small path.

As you walked, a new melody started up. A soft, inviting sound of harpsichord and piano keys. But where was it coming from? You quickened your pace down the small trail and the music seemed to grow louder. Slowly, your footsteps hastened to a run as the music intensified. Louder and louder it grew. Your ears pounded with the sound but your feet continued onward, determined to find the source of the sound. You covered your ears from the volume when, without warning, it stopped.

Silence. Nothing but silence all around you. Not even the sound of leaves crunching or birds chirping anymore. An ear-splitting silence that filled your eardrums worse than the music you had been following.

“Hello?! Can anyone hear me?!” You shouted. At least, you hoped you were shouting. You fell to your knees, your hands still covering your ears.

Tears started to coat your eyes as your mind raced with all the possibilities of what your life could be now. You couldn't even remember how you got here. What if a witch has cursed you? Your mother had always warned you about witch's curses. About the music they would play at night to lure small children into the forest to eat them. But you weren't a child anymore. What if you fell and hit your head? You could be dreaming now. But your body aches from running. And your arms were scraped up from tree branches. What if the whole world was silent now? What if you had fallen into a horrible, other-worldly dimension filled with unspeakable horribles that you could never escape from-

Yay! That was fun!

You shook yourself out of your spiral and turned your head to find a small, winged creature resting on your shoulder. He giggled playfully as he floated up in front of your eyesight. Your eyes widened slightly as you took in the sight of his wings, their delicate iridescence shimmering in the forest moonlight. You reach out a hand slowly, as if approaching a skittish animal.

“What are you…?”

You kept your hand out in front of him and he perched himself on your index finger. He smiled and tilted his head, seemingly surprised that you didn't know what he was.

“Tell you what, if you play another game with me then I'll tell you what I am.” His grin quickly turned prankish.

“Another game?” Your face twisted with disgust. “I'm just trying to find my way back home.”

The small creature sighed softly, swinging his legs back and forth on your index finger. “Well, that's no fun! You can't go home yet! We were just getting started!” He giggled louder now.

“Don't you remember when I changed the direction of those paths? And you went in circles for hours? So funny!”

Your face turned beet red, your patience now running thin at the sight of this tiny creature and his games.

“That was you?!” You shouted. “Why would you do that?!”

The pint-sized creature held his stomach and laughed heartily. He pointed one finger and continued to giggle and guffaw at your expense, nearly falling off of your finger. Your patience now fraying at the edges, you shook your hand and brushed the tiny man off your finger.

“I'm leaving!” You yelled, stomping your foot for emphasis.

The creature suddenly ceased his laughter and flew close to your face. “Wait!” He waved his tiny arms rapidly. “I'm sorry! Don't go! It's been so long since I had someone to play with!” His eyes were round and pleading. “Just one more game! And I'll show you the way home, oh please!” He pressed his tiny hands together and begged.

You let out a deep, defeated sigh. It was not as though you had much choice but to trust him. There was no way you could find the path towards home on your own. You gave the miniscule creature a firm nod, holding your index finger up.

“First, you tell me your name and what you are. Then we can play a game. Deal?”

“Deal!” He fluttered around your face excitedly. His little wings flapping and vibrating with anticipation. “I'm a pixie!” He said proudly, puffing out his chest as he spoke. “And my name is Felix!”

Your eyes grew large as the realization of your situation sunk in. Faeries and pixies were among the many stories that your mother had told you. You just never thought they would be this much… trouble.

“Alright, Felix. What game shall we play?”

Felix thought for a moment, stroking his chin in deep thought. Then his face split into a devious smile.

“Hide and Seek! You count and I'll hide! Ready?”

You hadn't played hide and seek since you were a child. With work and taking care of your family, there never really was time for games anymore. A smile surprisingly appeared on your lips as you agreed to count while Felix flew off to hide. You start counting, your voice steady despite the urge to rush through the numbers. One… two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... TEN! You open your eyes and scan the area, searching for any sign of the tiny pixie. You tilt your head back once more, squinting up at the canopy above, searching for any movement among the leaves. You then crouch down, examining the undergrowth and behind logs, your voice growing more playful with each failed attempt.

“Not under here... not behind this bush…” You were actually having fun. You couldn't believe it, you could hardly recognize the sound of your own laughter tumbling out from beneath your own chest.

Felix’s laughter once again echoed through the forest. The sound of his jovial giggling bouncing and ricocheting off every branch and fallen log.

You'll never catch me!

Suddenly you stop dead in your tracks. You feel the stillness of the woods again but this time you are not afraid. Instead you reach your hand back to your left shoulder. You slowly reach back, gently grasping Felix in your large hand. “Ah-ha!” You bring him down to eye level, a victorious grin spreading across your face. “Gotcha!”

Felix laughs playfully once more. His excited squeals make you laugh loudly as well. The sounds mingle together in a perfect childlike harmony that you had forgotten was possible.

“I'll show you the way home now, human. But promise you'll come back to visit me? You're fun to play with!”

You opened your hand and watched Felix flutter from your palm and hover in front of your nose. You smiled and agreed to come back soon. As long as he doesn't trick you again.

“I promise!” Felix answered quickly, his fingers crossed behind his back.

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[oceanlipgloss]

LUNCHBOX

MEPHISTOPHELES.

+ no warnings.

+ my mc is the heroine, so the pronouns are feminine.

Nobles didn’t need lunchboxes. They didn’t share lunches on school benches.

Nobles indulged in fancy luncheons and had luxurious dinners. That was how he had always lived; not for decades and not for centuries, but for millennia. Yet, the next thing he knew, this pretty and horribly fragile creature had come along and spoiled the whole rhythm.

That did not merely mean his lunching habits, of course, or the traditional noble programme, or anything else like that—for the little butterfly had let her wings move a bit too fast, fly a little too far. She had let herself land on his velvet fingertip, twirl around in his brain, then sneak her way into his heart.

Do you understand what it was like for him?

She was messing with his mind and troubling his heart, spreading the nectar from part to part until the entire organ was contracting with his red admiration, and all her own.

He was a demon. Holy scripts of all kinds and in all languages told of how those like him are damned before their creation, and born damned still.

Goddamn it though, wasn’t she a demon too? She made disliking her hard, altered the rhythm of his heart; it pounded faster when she was there. Made him think about her so much, all the time, even when he had better things to do—more important things, like taking down a fallen angel, for instance.

Goodness...was this not an alarmingly strange phenomenon all around? That is why, for the first time in his seemingly endless life he actually and genuinely thought, ‘I am damned.’

How could he not? Was there even a sliver of probability to think otherwise?

After all, he was willingly seated next to a commoner on a school bench. So much like a silly school crush...

The cherry on top, though? The icing on the cake? The sugar rush to his bafflement? How he was heartily eating the weird stuff in her lunchbox. The flavours were very good.

Oh, dear.

Scratch that.

It was worse.

So much worse.

He was so, so, dangerously close to a human, a mortal woman whom he had not been very fond of—if at all—in the beginning, and for quite a long time. Their shoulders were touching. She was very warm. He could feel the mellow heat through the fabric of her uniform.

Were all humans this warm, or was it just her?

He would have to study that later.

For now...well.

It wasn’t just mere material proximity; it was not their bodies that were close only. The romantic tales and legends did not quite get it right, and many poets did not pen it properly.

How to put it...

You see, he could almost feel a quaint connection in their souls, as though mystic hands were tugging at the enchanted thread by which their spirits were tied. It was a thread impossible to see with the eye, but easy to feel in the heart.

And he had no way of truly knowing, but perhaps their hearts, too, were pulsating to the same song playing within them.

Unsettling as it were, the feeling and the sensations it brought remained quite nice.

Routine is a curious matter; it arranges days and nights, organises time itself—and yet, should they choose to, one can change it however they like.

Before this lunchbox ordeal, his hours had constantly resembled one another and looked nearly identical. They were too much alike.

He had followed a certain pattern, but now he had chosen to paint for himself a new excitement—an unprecedented event with an unexpected person—in that redundant schedule.

In truth, she was well aware that he did not hate her, so she was the one who had been incessant on spending this time with him. She was the one who had begun their little journey of sweet fortune.

She taught him new things. Sometimes she talked about profound matters. Sometimes she made meaningless small talk. Eventually, she made him think about how he would love to visit the twisted realm of humans with her.

With her, he realised that solitude disappears. Relations could be blessings. He was happier eating common simplicity packed into a plastic box more than he had ever been stabbing silverware into fine gourmet meals laid on exquisite china.

Never once had he imagined he would find spiritual pleasure in the company of this particular creature, this—truth be told—lovely lady. It appeared that fate had wished to prove him wrong in this subject, and so it was.

But when it had never before crossed his mind that he would one day come to enjoy her presence and bask in her warmth, how could he ever have predicted that he would long for that same warmth to be by his side?

Perhaps it was true that ignorance is bliss.

Who could know whether their soul will ever bind itself to someone or not?

Who could ever know the destined one that will rob them of their heart?

There is no need to do so.

Walking through time with an unknowing mind that cannot form any predictions and blind eyes that cannot make out a picture of the future could be pleasant.

What one cannot expect may very well turn out to be a great surprise, an absolute delight...or their sweetest demise.

+note: sort of word-vomited this one and wanted to put it up. [9.11.2024: did someone from NTT read this fic in reverse or smth 'cause glue ur eyeballs to the screenshot for a minute intimacy bar WHEN]

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[skycapt4in]

@manaborn / 051.   within a magical forest where the trees glow softly .

The Feywoods were a wonderful and beautiful place to view and experience if you were brave and cunning enough to outplay the tricky little magical creatures that lived within, or understood how to tell the difference between plants that had no interest in eating you and the ones that did.. Then there was just the wildlife to deal with after that, and those were just as difficult to figure out if they were friend or foe.

Noah had enough knowledge of certain places in here to survive, he'd been brought here a handful of times as a boy and had been fascinated by the bright colours and strange creatures and spent most of his free time reading about the woods, learning what he could to aid him in his own adventures within. The Princess had discovered this little pass time of his and, in hindsight, had challenged him to prove he retained any such knowledge as a way to get him to take her there to satiate her own curiosities of the mystical place.

She'd played him like a fiddle, and he wasn't entirely upset by that and more impressed.. She truly fit right in with him and his peoples.

He notes how careful she is with examining the dimly glowing and colourful flowers on the edge of their makeshift camp even though he's already told her that the flowers in question are safe to touch; that would earn her points with the curious eyes of the tricky creatures no doubt watching them. He's felt their eyes on them for a while, hasn't called attention to it because the last thing he wants is a battle of wits with a creature much more well versed in the topic than he could hope to be; instead he just continues working on lighting the fire, blue eyes flitting over to her occasionally to watch with some amusement as she takes in her surroundings.

Once the fire is lit, he finally speaks up. “ Is it as wonderful as you thought it'd be? ” He can't help but ask despite how obvious she had been in her wonder. “ This is usually as far in as I like going, but there's a lagoon not too far from here that's very enchanting--, and equally as dangerous, we can go over there once we're settled here if you promise not to wander too far from me. ” He won't insult her by stating for the millionth time how dangerous is it to wander off alone in here, she's smart enough to understand that, but like him, impulses can be a little too overpowering. “ But the water is warm and glows purple at night.. while it's safe to dip your toes in, I'd save going for a swim until daylight hours. ”

[lunas-otome-blog]

Luna's Review: Café Enchanté

Official Summary:

When Kotone inherits her grandfather’s Tokyo café, she discovers the shop holds more secrets than anyone could imagine.

The café is a meeting spot for beings from multiple, mystical worlds. You’ll meet the king of demons, a humanoid beast, a fallen angel, and more.

And when government agents monitoring non-human activities show up at your door, your new café is about to become a lot more colorful.

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(Spoiler Free) Luna's Thoughts:

(Just as a reminder, I'm writing this for myself to keep track of my thoughts and leave a record of the games I've played. Others are welcome to read and feel free to provide your own thoughts, but please, no hate! They're just my opinions, nothing more.)

I was excited for this game. The premise sounded amazing: a cute cafe full of magical beings from other worlds? Sign me up! I love the colorful cast of characters, and the art is undoubtedly gorgeous.

But, while I enjoyed elements of this game, the setting falls apart almost immediately, and has very little to do with any of the routes, with the exception of the true end. The whole game is actually incredibly dark, complete with bloodshed and death in every route, which is normally not a bad thing, but it feels a bit misleading here.

You're told almost at once that the cafe is somehow sustained on payments from only a handful of romanceable characters, none of which use human currency or seem to have jobs that would involve payment, with the exception of the one human bachelor Rindo. This is nitpicky, I know, but I found it frustrating because it would have been so easy to write a way around this.

Let me be clear that I don't necessarily mind a game with a ridiculous premise. I love Mystic Messenger, and the entire game hinges on the fact that you have moved into a stranger's apartment and have somehow remotely taken on party planning for a charity group of people you haven't met. But the thing about Mystic Messenger is that the ridiculousness is upfront, right at the beginning, and once you get past it and accept the game for what it is, you can enjoy it.

This is not so with Cafe Enchante. There are many times in this game where just a little more thought could have made things make more sense. To me, the whole game was plagued with sloppy writing and baffling plot details that could have easily been avoided or explained in a different way — not to mention the litany of literal editing errors. It's also not translated very well in places — or maybe it is, and just written poorly in its original Japanese. Either way, it reads awkwardly a lot of the time

Overall, I was not impressed with this game. It just goes to show that pretty artwork and a fun initial premise do not necessarily make a good product.

Below are my thoughts on each route in the order I played them.

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(SPOILERS BEGIN HERE)

Ignis Carbunculus Route

This is the route I got first, without trying. I actually did not want to get Ignis first, because I figured he was the tsundere character in this game, and I like to do those a bit later. He's actually not particularly tsundere at all, just hypermasculine and therefore not great at expressing emotions other than rage.

This is one of the darkest and, in my opinion, one of the laziest-written routes in the game. You're expected to believe that Ignis went on a rage, literally killed and ate many of his own people, including his family, forgot about it and then just continues on with his life, only to be conveniently reminded of his dark past at the right moment to advance the game. And the rest of his clan has been tolerating him because they're afraid of him, and for whatever reason, Ignis has never noticed everyone hates or fears him??

Ignis is also the only member of his species who can eat. The rest don't need to because they're born with all the calories they need for the rest of their lives apparently, meaning the beasts of the literal beast world don't kill each other for food, just sport. And oh, yeah, that's somehow also Ignis' fault.

I felt like this route could have been simplified in a way that made more sense. Instead, the writers had a vision and manipulated many small details to make the rest of the game work within that vision, resulting in a lot of strange decisions.

I'm aware this game isn't meant to be realistic, but Ignis' whole plotline seemed very contrived. It's like they had something written already but realized certain elements weren't congruent with other aspects of the game, so they just...manipulated elements of Ignis' route until it kind of fit.

Overall, I think Ignis' route was my least favorite. It felt the most rushed, the least polished, and assumed a lot of things conveniently went unnoticed for years in Ignis' life. There was just too much coincidence in this route for me.

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(SPOILERS)

Il Fado de Rie Route

This was the second route I played, and overall my favorite route. It felt the most cohesive out of all the characters, and it was the longest aside from the true end.

That doesn't mean I don't have my gripes with it. My biggest one is that Il, who has apparently based his entire personality, including his name, on an otome game character, makes the baffling decision to tell Kotone about the game and literally recommend she try that character's route first, only to immediately regret it when he realizes she's going to notice something is off.

Like, I could understand it if the personalities were just similar, but he took the name, too. I cannot believe he would be so stupid as to forget the game that he stole his persona and name from and then just freely give away that information. What pisses me off so much is that Kotone could have so easily encountered this information on her own. Have her buy the game independently to surprise Il, and then discover the overlap herself. Why on earth would he just give her that information? It's lazy writing.

I did really enjoy how angels are basically human androids and god is a supercomputer. That was rad as hell and is a brilliant explanation for why angel magic is math based. I'd say this route has the best worldbuilding, including the gorgeous pretty-boy side characters.

I don't feel completely satisfied with how Il's route was resolved, as there's still some question to how much of his personality is his own, but ultimately it was the most solid route in the game. I didn't think I would like Il as I don't particularly enjoy his character archetype, but in the end I was pretty attached to him. His characterization in the true end route was adorable as well, and I adore his friendship with Misyr.

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(SPOILERS)

Kaoru Rindo Route

Rindo was my second favorite route in the game. I think it's super funny that Kotone keeps talking about their age gap even though he's the second youngest character in the game at 42 years old.

His route is also (to my knowledge) the only route that lets you just straight up kill the person you're trying to romance, although it does dead end the game if you make the choice not to save him when you can.

The worst part of this route for me what the treatment of Rindo's sister, Shizuku. She doesn't get a proper sprite in her human form, so you have no idea what she looked like, and it makes it kind of hard to feel anything for her. I did like the utter horror of watching Mikado feed her with his blood with no explanation.

This is one of the darkest routes and the only one where a side character with a sprite actually dies. And when he does, you feel bad for him because he was just trying to protect the woman he loves.

It did feel a little predictable to have Rindo become non-human after oodles of conversations about whether or not humans and non-humans can have relationships. Honestly the game writers are cowards for not making Rindo look more extreme as a non-human. Make him a freak!!

I do appreciate that he remains non-human at the end, though. I feel like forcing him to become human again would have eliminated any of the growth he made during the route.

Personality-wise, Rindo is one of the cuter characters IMO. He's flirty but as soon as things get serious he backs off. Super adorable!

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(SPOILERS)

Canus Espada Route

This route was...ok. Just ok.

Honestly, I was bored through most of it. I can't really say why. It just didn't appeal to me that much.

Right at the beginning it annoyed me by assigning a gender to Vennia. Like, he could have just been left nonbinary. It's canon in this game that fairies don't have genders anyway, so it would have been fine to continue using they/them pronouns. I guess otome games haven't gone that way yet but it would have been nice.

I did like Vennia's relationship with Titania, and in the end, when he betrays Kotone, it felt natural. You can't hate him because you know he just wants to protect his sister.

I thought maybe his headlessness would be plot relevant but on the contrary, we get literally no explanation for why he's headless and nobody else is. I get that they wanted to make him an interesting character, but we know his ancestor was not headless, so why is he? Aren't there other dullahans in Medio?

I do think it's hilarious that we don't ever get to see his face. The implication is that he does in fact have one, so I had predicted it would be revealed as part of his route, but they stuck to their guns and kept him headless throughout the entire route.

Idk why I wasn't impressed with this route. Worldbuilding-wise it was one of the more solid storylines. It just wasn't particularly shocking or interesting to me, so I didn't love it, but I suppose I didn't hate it either.

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(SPOILERS)

Misyr Rex Route

This route was, quite frankly, absolutely ridiculous. This was the most obvious case of having an overall idea and not having the skills to execute it well.

So many things happened just because Misyr willed it to. For example, he gains magic powers and a semi-human form simply because he wanted to visit a four-year-old on earth? How does that even happen? This is already ignoring the fact that he transformed into an ash monster through forced evolution or whatever, which is already a stretch, mind you.

And if that's not ridiculous enough, we then get introduced to Noah, who is somehow an entire world. I actually found him to be more interesting of a character than Misyr, now that we know that Misyr's entire life consists of going to one cafe and doing nothing all day.

The most disappointing part of this route was Asmodeus, who was largely not relevant at all other than the initial shock of realizing Misyr wasn't the demon king. Why bother making such an annoying character for a brief gag? He could have been so much more but instead he's reduced to an unlikable flirt who kidnaps Kotone in order to provide an excuse for a cute CG, and then we barely see him ever again.

This whole route stinks of worldbuilding with no consideration for how certain elements would affect the rest of the world. You know how sometimes worlds in fictional programs (ie: Black Mirror) build their entire concepts around one aspect of society and don't bother fleshing out everything else? That's basically this whole route in a nutshell. It falls apart under the tiniest bit of scrutiny.

To top it off, the good ending of this route, and therefore the whole game, involves Kotone becoming the world herself, largely losing her human form, now cursed to live for eternity as a realm that turns people to ash????? Who decided this would be a satisfying ending for an otome game?

The one element I did like was the explanation for why non-humans look so much like humans. I think it's super cool that humans used to have superior technology and lost it and everything else grew from that. I like the biblical references as well.

Ultimately, though, this was a disappointing way to end the game for me.

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Here's a little bit of lore for the pixie part of the fantasy au: Elf Servant and Water Fairy (using fairy and pixie interchangeably)

Tulip is, so far, the only water pixie in his Fairy Village. In my pixieverse (just in general, not only in this specific au!), all pixies are born in flowers, and the flower they were born in is now their name. Once a Fairy Village has a pixie born in every flower that's native to wherever they're living, then pixies stop being "born".

Each Fairy Village is assigned one queen, and they are elf sized.

One thing to note is that all pixies are sexless at first, including the queens, but can choose to have non-functional (meaning they can't procreate, but they can still "have fun" with other pixies) genitalia at will. Tulip is salmacian because ze feels that's right for zem.

A fairy becomes a queen after 100 years of age. On their 100th birthday, they can choose to stay in their village and live their life with the other fairies, or they can be trained to become a queen and start their own village.

"Queen/princess" is gender neutral in pixie speak. Well, almost everything is gender neutral in pixie world. Their concept of gender is vastly different from humans/elves. All that matters is what the individual pixie feels inside.

Anyway!! Tulip is the only water pixie so far. He feels very left out all the time. Everypixie else isn't lonely. There are grass pixies, fire pixies, light pixies, dark pixies, underground pixies and such, but... Tulip is the only water pixie.

Ze talks to the queen and they tell zem all the time that ze's just one of a kind so far. Plus, ze gets to guard and enchant the little waterfall and pond all by zemself. Although it's nice to have some alone time, ze still doesn't like feeling left out...

(based on how I kind of feel like "one of a kind" and not in a good way... I have a difficult time relating to others, fictional or real. Often times it feels like I'm the only one who feels certain ways. Not all the time obviously, but a lot of the time I feel pretty isolated with my experiences and feelings...)

Oh and somebody suggested something that I really really liked.

Bel The Divine, the mystical Naga man who lives in a cave behind a waterfall and grants wishes but eats those who trespass, can shapeshift using potions. They were very curious about what goes on in the Fairy Village near their home... So they decided to transform into a light fairy!

Xe called xemself "Bellflower" (which, yes, there's another au where all 3 of us are pixies! Vanilla -> Violet - Tippy -> Tulip - Beleza -> Bellflower) and walked to the Fairy Village, because xe didn't know how to fly at that point.

That was where he told everypixie that he was from another village and just wanted to visit. He tried some fresh fairy sweets and pastries, he played games with them, and even got some new jewelry! That... He can only wear when he's in his pixie form 😭

Pretty soon, they find out that Tulip is the only water pixie in this particular village. That's when they started getting pretty attached to zem!

But here's the thing... Bel can only be a pixie until midnight, then he starts slowly turning into a snake man again...

So after many moons of friendship and even falling in love, it finally happened... Bel was trying to get away before Tulip could see him transform. Unfortunately, not even the darkness nor the rain that night could hide the fact that Bel is actually a Naga, and not a light fairy.

They coiled up against a tree and sobbed, thinking that they had lost the only friend they ever had... But that's not true! Tulip landed on their shoulder and told them that ze doesn't care if they're a giant snake man or not. Ze still very much loves them.

"Even though I'm a monster?" Bel asked through tears.

"You're not a monster... You're a beautiful beast with shimmering scales." Tulip told him with an adoring hug on the neck.

So, Bel and Tulip started living together in Bel's cave. Yes, Tulip is very happy that it's behind a waterfall and there's plenty of water surrounding the cave! Bel loves to swim too, and is even able to float when he's all coiled up, despite being a heavy snakey.

Also, Bel made a potion that can make Tulip elf sized! So that way ze can fully wrap zeir arms around them again 🩵💙

And one more thing, when Ice of Creamerton joins the relationship, he and Bel go out and buy a fully furnished and somewhat functional dollhouse for Tulip!

Ze absolutely loves it so much and that's where ze happily lives and plays. The dollhouse even has one of those functional toy bath-showers! Oh and let's not forget the tea candle stove, so ze can make fairy treats!

Yeah, I spend a lot of time thinking about this au 🧚‍♂️✨

[floripire]

NPC FILES: SALVATORE BOARDING SCHOOL EDITION

Brock Paxon (he/him) is both a member of the Paxon pack and a member of the Salvatore Boarding School pack. He splits his time between New Orleans and Mystic Falls. Brock is quite knowledgable about werewolf packs and the hierarchies within as a whole but he never broadcasts his knowledge. He is currently dating Wade Rivers.

Piper Barry (she/her) is a member of the very well off Barry pack as well as a member of the Salvatore Boarding School pack. Much like Brock, she splits her time between New Orleans and Mystic Falls. But if she could choose, she'd stay in New Orleans indefinitely because she's tired of having to fight for her life every other week or so.

Piper is always working to elevate her status in the pack for herself and her friends and when she's not doing that, she's busy thwarting her parents' plans of securing an alliance with the Deep Water pack through marriage. Piper is nowhere near ready to tie the knot. She is fiercely loyal to those she considers 'her people' - like her ex-boyfriend, Brutus, and her current boyfriend, Rick - and always makes sure to add some bite to her bark.

Brutus BasRoq (he/him) is the future alpha of the BasRoq pack. Though Brutus is secretly unsure whether or not he has what it takes to take up the mantle after school.

He masks his insecurity with pointed remarks. He knows to use his words to hit where it hurts. Unlike his ex-girlfriend Piper, Brutus is quite all right with his social standing. Both at school and within the Salvatore Boarding School pack.

Though he does arch his eyebrow at the fact that his alpha is dating a vampire: Brutus may not say it aloud, but he thinks that Jed is gonna get his heart broken in the long run.

Rick Rogers (he/him) is one of the last remaining members of the Rogers pack. In fact, it's just him and his dad. When Rick took his first breath, his mother took her last. Everyone else is gone too. Hunter attack. His dad was never capable of bouncing back after enduring so many losses all at once. So he took it all out on his son.

And when he could not take it anymore, Rick left. He grabbed what little belongings he had and hitchhiked his way to Mystic Falls when he heard about a school for supernaturals. To this day, he doesn't know what became of his dad and to be frank, he doesn't want to know.

Rick is a year-rounder. He's the class clown, the jokester, and will try anything once - which is why he climbed onto the broom that Alyssa Chang had enchanted once. Rick doesn't do well with emotions but he does have genuine feelings for Piper.

Trevor Poldark (he/him) is a member of the Poldark pack and the Salvatore Boarding School pack. Technically next in line to be the alpha, but he is so not feeling it. He figures that he's here for a good time, not a long time and that he'll probably get taken down by a vampire at some point so why do all that training at all? Nah! He'll abdicate. Make sure the title goes to someone who actually wants this. Trevor is quite all right with the vampires roaming the halls of the boarding school. He wouldn't consider Wade or Floribeth his friends but it's nice to have people to eat Sinigang and speak Tagalog with.

Zoe Nguyen (she/her) is the fashion forward relative of Xi, Van and Kara Nguyen. She grew up in the Ninth Ward and is a member of the Ninth Ward Coven as well as the Choral Coven as she has more patience for singing than anything else. While her best friend, Drusilla Isobel Saitou, exclusively dates witches (and is seeing Claire Blessingway, the sewing witch and leader of the Crafty Coven), Zoe is more open-minded (even though her brief flirtation with Landon got her a nose bleed, courtesy of Josie). After all, one of her relatives - Xi, a former member of Julian's Army - is a vampire too and she keeps a close eye on him because he's literally all she's got left in the world.

She misses Van, murdered by Kol, and Kara, murdered by Hayley Marshall-Kenner on Davina Claire's orders, every single day and she doesn't know how to feel about the fact that she essentially went to school with the daughter of the woman who murdered her relative on orders of Kol's wife. She does not bring her concerns up to Hope because Hope has enough on her plate already.

Aside from that, Zoe has no time for the Super Squad or the Anti Squad. She thinks their squabbles are childish but does business with them when she has to. That and the school is her home and she'll rise to defend it if she must. She's quite unsure about returning to New Orleans after graduation but Drusilla always wanted to see where Zoe grew up so there is a trip on the docket.

Lael Pastore (they/them) is a witch with a serious knack for art. Their past is shrouded in mystery and when the school isn't facing a crisis, yet another monster of the week or losing it's funding, Lael is hitting the books, trying to find out who they are and where they came from. They make it a point to try and get along with everybody because they are a year-rounder. Despite their pleasant disposition, Lael is known as something of a mad scientist within the halls of Salvatore. Which is exactly why Floribeth took to Lael so well and why Lael and Floribeth are also study buddies.

Clara Voronova (she/her) looks small and adorable but she's mighty. Or tries to be. It's not working out very well because she's basically a baby bird. Clara's got a hard time with keeping her bloodlust under control and keeping blood down. She's not the biggest fan of blood bags, either. But she dutifully drains them all even though they taste stale and gross and yucky. Floribeth looks out for Clara when she can and often shares her blood infused sweets with her. Clara likes those much more than blood bags.

Clara is the adopted daughter of Sofya Voronova, a vampire and a hired gun who sought to end Klaus Mikaelson after he killed her entire family in the sixteenth century. Sofya once worked for Lucien Castle and ended up working for Marcel Gerard after Lucien died. To this day, she is still working for and with Marcel. Though whether or not the two are still romantically involved is anyone's guess.

Sofya took Clara underneath her wing after she found her - already turned and subsequently abandoned - because she reminded Sofya of her younger sister even in her frenzied state.

Shortly after that, Clara began to see Sofya as a mother-figure and, in turn, Sofya abandoned her plans to get revenge on the Mikaelsons, choosing instead to devote her time to her daughter, finding she quite enjoyed teaching Clara the ins and outs of weaponry.

(Which is something that Derek never forgave her for. For one, brief, shining moment, he thought he might've found someone who understood his plight and who might take up arms with him against the Mikaelsons. After all, Klaus Mikaelson had ruined Sofya's life too! He couldn't, for the life of him, understand Sofya's attachment to Marcel and to Clara.)

Nathan Clark (he/him) is a vampire who thinks that Landon Kirby is the coolest dude to ever walk around the school for single-handedly killing Malivore. Or, rather, the hottest. Because he's a phoenix, get it? Nathan is quick to ask Landon how he did it. And, honestly, he wants to know every single detail because he wants to make this life of his into art. He doesn't know what medium yet. Maybe he'll write a book. Maybe he'll create a series of paintings. Or maybe he'll work on a graphic novel.

He's gotta do something to kill the time while he works to become a journalist and snag a job at WYET 9.

(This isn't new. Nathan is nosy. He's always been fixated on stories like those. They're like the comics he's always read! And he sure does love comics a lot! Nathan hasn't quite worked up the courage to ask but he does want to know how Kaleb, MG, Clara and Floribeth got turned and who turned them. Nathan doesn't realize that those stories and intimate details might be private for a reason.)

When Nathan figures out that Landon didn't actually single-handedly kill Malivore, his admiration (and crush) vanishes. But it's a good thing. That way, Nathan can treat Landon like a regular (human) being and a friend.

Nathan often joins the others when they play DND and if he's not being a huge nerd, Nathan is helping Lael with their quest to figure out who they are and where they came from. It's something Nathan can relate to. He got turned by Lee and is trying to get in touch with him to this day. You know, for an interview.

[rheagodlywrites]

Motherly Love

A woman with her children. What more could you want?

Genshin Impact

“Lumine! Aether! Time for dinner!”

A woman with short blonde hair and yellow eyes to match called out to her children. They both came in quickly with their small wings. Lumine landed on her feet gracefully while Aether fell on his butt.

“Ha! I win! You owe me candy!” Lumine cheered. Aether grumbled as he sat at the small table with his mother.

“You cheated! You took off before I said go!” Aether complained. The two children glared at each other before their mom placed their plates in front of them. The twins stopped their argument to eat their food.

“Do you two want to join me in the stars tonight?” Their mother asked. The small twins nodded excitedly as they ate their meal. Their mom told them to finish the food and do the dishes before they went out.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over their little cottage, Lumine and Aether finished their meal and eagerly washed the dishes. They couldn't wait for their nightly stargazing adventures with their mom.

Once the dishes were done, the three of them stepped outside, and their mother spread her arms wide, revealing a pair of shimmering translucent wings. Lumine and Aether looked at each other with excitement as they activated their own wings, matching their mother's ethereal grace.

The night sky twinkled with a myriad of stars, and the trio soared into the sky, leaving behind a trail of sparkling stardust. Each night, they would explore new worlds, unraveling the mysteries of different realms, and creating enchanting tales of their adventures.

One night, they landed on a planet shrouded in mist. As they ventured deeper, they encountered a forgotten civilization in desperate need of hope and inspiration. Lumine, Aether, and their mother listened to the stories of the inhabitants, weaving new legends that spread like wildfire among the people, reigniting their spirits and bringing unity to their society.

Another night, they found themselves on a planet of advanced technology, where the people had lost touch with their ancient roots. Lumine and Aether showed them the beauty of nature and the importance of cherishing their past while embracing the future.

Throughout their cosmic journeys, the family encountered wonders beyond imagination - from ancient celestial libraries to mystical beings who gifted them with newfound abilities. Their stories became renowned across the universe, inspiring countless generations to dream big and explore the unknown.

“Remember my children..if you ever start missing home, gaze at the stars and think of the memories that we share. Because no one came take that from you.” Lumine and Aether agreed with their mother’s words without a second thought. They were family and this family can never be separated by distance.

———

Aether looked up at the stars as the sky started to become pained with color as the sun went down. As the sky darkened, he started to trace the constellations with his finger. Paimon watched him, she was certainly confused but she had a feeling that interrupting him wouldn’t be for the best.

Aether continued to trace the stars until he made a fist in the air and tears began to flow.

“I wonder what we will do when we are reunited….it’s been years since we’ve last seen Mother. Should we see her first?” Aether tried not to cry but the memory of his sibling and mother was too much.

“Mom..! I know you said to think of the memories but it hurts! I miss Lumine! She was the moon! My moon!” Aether cried for the first time in a long time. All of his suppressed thoughts were escaping him faster than her wanted. Paimon panicked, unsure how to comfort him but the two simply hugged as Aether cried his heart out.

[ai-for-writers]

The Woodcutter (Manual, 600 words)

Once upon a time there lived a young boy, called Damien, who was a woodcutter. He loved the forest, and was especially interested in birds. He fell in love with a beautiful princess, called Adrianna. All he could think of was to be with her and touch her fair skin.

One day after working in the forest, he sat down to eat his lunch by the side of a brook. Scarcely had he sat down when an old frog appeared. “I’m so hungry, could you give me something to eat”. The boy looked at the old frog and felt sorry for her. “I have not so much food, but you are welcome to have what I have”. The frog thanked the boy and said she would grant him one wish when he disparately needed one. The boy laughed and got back to work.

It so happened that the princess got very sick and was about to die. The doctors could do nothing, but an old sorceress said there was a cure. A blue apple grew in a hidden place in the forest, and if anybody could bring it to the princess she would be cured. The king announced that the man who could bring the blue apple would get the princess and half the kingdom. When Damien heard the news he said to himself: “I wish I knew where that blue apple is”. In the same moment the old frog appeared and said to the boy. “Go to the brook where you gave me your food. Follow the brook north upstream for three miles and you will see that it comes from a waterfall from a mountain. Under the waterfall there is a big hidden cave. Inside the cave there is an old apple tree with one shining blue apple. Pick it and give it to the princess. But you must hurry up because the princess has only five hours left”. The boy thanked the frog and hurried to the brook.

As Damien was approaching the brook he suddenly heard a delightful bird song. He looked up and saw a lovely bird with bright and shining feathers in all the colours of the rainbow. Although he had spent many years in the forest, he had never seen such a graceful and enchanting bird. The bird was flying south and the boy knew he had to go north. But he said to himself: “I have plenty of time. I must see where this beautiful bird is going”.

Damien ran after the bird and got tired and thirsty. He could run no more so he stopped and looked around trying to identify where he was. He now remembered that there was a nice tavern nearby. He went to the tavern to drink some water.

When he arrived at the tavern he saw to his surprise that his best friend Liam was there. They treated each other with several cold beers. It was so pleasant that Damien forgot about the time. When Damien finally did remember his task, he thanked the friend for the company and hurried out of the tavern. But there was the old frog. “Why didn’t you do as I said. Five hours have passed and the princess is dead”. The boy was too ashamed to admit that he had done wrong so he answered. “Well you know old frog, I saw the most beautiful bird. And I had such a good time with my best friend. I’m sorry that the princess is dead, but maybe she was not meant to be mine. Maybe she would nag at me, and maybe she had a bad breath. Maybe the best thing happened after all”

Epilogue: At its core, this story is an allegory for the human condition and our struggle to fulfill our highest potential. The young boy protagonist represents the everyman - the average person striving to make their way in the world. The princess, with her beauty and promise of marriage, symbolizes our deepest aspirations and the realization of our true self. She embodies the loftiest goals we can achieve, the pinnacles of success and fulfillment that we so ardently desire. The wise, mystical frog functions as a personification of our life force, our fundamental life energy and intuition. It is this primal essence that calls out to the boy, guiding him towards his destiny and urging him to claim his rightful place. However, standing in the way of the boy's quest are the various temptations and distractions represented by the enchanting bird and the cozy tavern. The bird's mesmerizing allure symbolizes our impulsive impulses and fleeting pleasures that can so easily lead us astray. Similarly, the tavern embodies the seductive lure of short-term gratification, the comfort of settling for less than our full capabilities. The boy's dismissive thoughts about the princess's potential flaws demonstrate the rationalizations our lower brain uses to justify indulging these baser urges. Ultimately, this fairy tale is a metaphorical exploration of the human struggle to overcome our weaknesses and self-sabotaging tendencies, in order to fulfill our highest purpose. It is a parable about the importance of heeding our higher self, resisting distraction, and committing ourselves fully to our most meaningful aspirations.

[pakkiyick]

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Crowned as one of the greatest storytellers for kids of the 20th century, Roald Dahl was a world-renowned British author of novels on children's literature. Reading the masterpieces of Dahl is like experiencing a fairytale-like adventure. By the end of the adventurous journey, readers would learn a treasurable moral lesson from this insightful novelist.Among all the masterworks ofthis talented writer, Charlie and the Chocolate Factoryis undeniably the magnum opus of his entire collection.

Born in a poverty-stricken family, an eleven-year-old boy named Charlie Bucket was struggling in a rotten shack with his parents as well as his paternal and maternal grandparents. Charlie’s father was the only breadwinner of the family, but his small paycheck was only barely enough to make both ends meet. The whole family were all freezing under a cold weather without adequate food to eat except a limited amount of soup with cabbages. Just like any other youngers in the city, the little Charlie was indulged in eating confectionery. Poor as he was, Charlie was fortunate enough to have a tiny bar of chocolate once a year on his birthday.

As a legendary chocolate manufacturer and triumphant entrepreneur, the elusive Willy Wonka owned the largest chocolate factory in history. In order to select a successor for his business, he published an advertisement in the newspaper declaring that if anyone could find one of the five Golden Tickets embedded in random chocolate bars, they would be allowed to take a mystical tour of the awe-inspiring candy factory and earn a lifetime supply of sweets. Charlie propitiously found the last Golden Ticket of the five. Alongside the other four spoiled kids from different parts of the world, Charlie was granted an access to the far-famed chocolate factory with his frail grandfather.

During their tour, all the children were mesmerized by all kinds of wonders and unconventional inventions, including a compelling chocolate waterfall, a three-course bubblegum, a workforce of nut-testing squirrels as well as a state-of-the-art teleportation device. Except for Charlie, the other four brats gave into their impetuous impulses and continuously ignored Mr. Wonka’s kindly advice, resulting in irreversible punishments for the rest of their lives. In contrast to the other urchins, Charlie conducted himself with obedience and respect throughout the visit, deeply impressing the factory owner. Finally, Wonka entrusted the kind-hearted Charlie to be the heir of his enterprise and invited all his family to live in the chocolate factory.

Growing up as an underprivileged kid, Charlie lost at the starting line from birth. But in the end, his kindness and selfless let him win the ownership of the flamboyant factory and take his family out of poverty. The young Charlie was a role model of what a good child should be. Although Charlie was widely regarded as the protagonist of the tale, Willy Wonka was the true leading character of the story.

Wonka was a whimsical chocolate maker who owned a colossal chocolate factory in the city. Described as a quirky businessman with peculiar personalities, Wonka was a sagacious capitalist with vision and passion. He was intelligent enough to invent a variety range of confectionery products which were sold like hot cakes in the market. Also, he was brave enough to explore an unknown frontier, Loompa Land, and hired the mysterious dwarfs named Oompa Loompas to help him run the business. Most importantly, Wonka orchestrated an outlandish tour to help him find the most qualified inheritor to inherit his legacy of creating enchanting candies.

Though written sixty years ago, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is still unquestionably one of the most influential adolescent fiction books in history. The story has been adapted into movies several times over the years, and now it has got a prequel film delving into the origins of the eccentric chocolatier Willy Wonka and his bizarre chocolate factory. The movie “Wonka” has been released in Hong Kong on December 7th, 2023. May everyone enjoy the fantastic timeless tale of Willy Wonka during this Christmas.

[ofourmaker]

Owl threw malleus spells repeatedly against the exoskeleton wall: a Standerbuild was filling the round tunnel like the backside of an hourglass spider. This tunnel branched from the regular squared stonework passages like the den of a wagon-sized stone-eating rat; and by now it was the most likely option of their scanty and unlikely choice of ways.

Peri held his book behind him, and tried to find things she could do or help him with among the unfamiliar sections and markings. He had never expected to have someone else shuffling through those pages, trying to decipher his scrawled and jarred notes, his more precise mystic text, and his heiroglyphic or childish drawings. Some of the pages were spotted with blood, some with sweat, some with... tears. No doubt her own book had been the same before it had been stolen. With one book between them they had tried various arrangements, none of which seemed to work.

It was difficult to repeat the malleus spells over and over: as it became more like meaningless sound to one's mind, it became less of a spell. And he had to cast it at two parts of the creature in as quick succession as he could, or else it would simply turn, absorbing the pounding blow, and advance on them. The barricading hulk's thin jaws were manifold as the arms of a typewriter, and twitched angrily. Peri's page flipping was becoming frantic, and Owl winced when he heard one tear. She timidly said sorry, and he couldn't answer as he continued his barrage.

Peri began a spell she had found, but faltered at an awkward part. He glanced into the book, and, as he recognised the spell (also as it required a pinch of self-heal he had in his belt), he was able to cast it successfully. A bitter and numbing odor came to him as under this enchantment the Standerbuild shuddered to stillness.

He turned to help Peri find something to clear it from their path, only to find that she was being hastened back and around a corner by a creature with a black insectile leg belted around her waist. As she stumbled backwards in the enemy's grasp she was again searching Owl's book, desperate to find some way to free herself. If she threw the book to him, he could save her by several means - yet he hesitated to speak, for the pained thought that it would seem he only wanted to save his book and not her.

Darting around the corner, he was in time to see her drop his book and wrestle with another thin leg which was... not a leg, but a jointed jaw and curving sting, which it ran through her.

Owl's throat seized and his eyes went slack at the sight. He felt heavy rolling coils inside, as if of a snake that struck upward and stung him between the lungs.

Peri, still clutching the black limb, five inches of whose point was buried in her body, spoke in a horribly sinking voice:

"Matha, ktanai, silthei Peri anadan, saterei..."

Forked violet sparks stitched both her and the black-limbed shape that held her, lighting up the horrible tableau of predator and prey - these flares bled a dull orange, and flew apart into honeycombs of fumy lace. The murdering fiend shook on its stinger like a dry weightless leaf on its autumn stem, then it skidded away and rolled over, a stiff and destroyed carcass.

Peri crumpled to the stone floor, pierced, poisoned, and burnt, still clutching the sting that was left in her. Owl snatched his book and knelt beside her. He hoped he had strayed near the veil often enough to lead another poor soul away from it; yet he was no well-master, and here there was no well.

But while there's life there's running till your feet leave a trail of blood.

2023/04/25 #DailyCreatedOOM #WrittenOOM #OwlOfTheMaze

[talesofealdancynedom]

Ouroboros’s family: Father Hydra, and sister Quetzalcoatl. I did so much research on northern European folk attire, that the rest of the picture suffered.

40. The Fire weed (chapter 1 - The Kindle 1/4 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams.

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Hydra had buried many children; Some not yet a year, some just born, a few nearly born. Hydra and his wife tried again and again, without knowing what cursed it. When the village was visited by people, for a gene study, they said Hydra and his love carried disorders of the immune system and heart. Regardless, they managed a daughter, and seven years later, a boy who lived past his fifth summer. By five years, there is a good chance he might survive. But the boy, Ouroboros, unfortunately had the immunocompromising condition his parents carried. That same year, his mother passed from a sickness. Ouroboros had to quarantine and be careful. If he was even slightly ill, as children do, Hydra would sit outside on the deck with a shovel. Freezing in the snow, as he had many times before, too scared to see another child die. For a parent, there are no words for such a terrible thing. Hydra went numb, and told himself he was used to this duty.

Hydra’s daughter Quetzalcoatl, would comfort both of them. She refused to wed or for the survival of their village; She affirmed everyone was too related for her, truly love them. Most days, she could be seen doing embroidery on the deck of their large home; Watching the fey in the cold. Things seemed to be getting warmer since her brother started to sing and read. How Grand Snow’s frost glittered though. Thin crisp air, and blue glaciers molding into the lake. Wildflowers soon came, and bee-pixies for mystic meads. The Frost nymphs, huddled in the shade; Many of them were born from human-fey love, and were a part of the enchanted peak. Magic had done so much for Grand Snow. Even their encircling mountains had a hex of frost and confusion, that kept the world away. It protected their summit from wars, modern technology, disease, and murderous wizards; Yet limited the gene pool.

A peaceful winter-wonderland, is where Quetzalcoatl smugly refused every lad, and her father cut the meat. In the bliss of youth, Ouroboros frolicked about the forest. Or he was off somewhere reading those old magic-books. Or maybe eating random uncleaned herbs due to his interest in medicine…. Quetzalcoatl snipped the wrong thread. She was supposed to be watching Ouroboros while father hunted. She pulled over a frost nymph:

“Glint! Where’s my brother!”

“Singing summer into the valley. It’s nice to have a mage.” Glint smiled.

“A mage?” Quetzalcoatl gasped. Their village, after centuries, had a dragon mage to aid their precious domain. She ran up the slopes in her furs and two-toned dress, to see Ouroboros swaddled in coats singing cheerfully into the valley. The his icy eyes glistening like the frozen lack below. Behind him, was the platform of white granite, engraved with runes in a compass: The closed gate to the Dragon Kingdom.

“Ouroboros, are you aware you’re a mage?” Quetzalcoatl asked. Ouroboros stopped, and gave her a smile; The same one he had while being sling-shot off a toboggan.

“Why were you waiting to tell us?! Come with me, and tell father; He’ll be overjoyed! You’re just what this place needs.”

“I never said anything because it’s not important to me, really. The valley is at peace with the wonderous, and I want to be a healer more. I want to makes sure no one dies like our mother and siblings. I wan to see you and father live long.” Ouroboros drooped.

“Is it possible to do both? Wield spells of cleansing, make elixirs, and more? Surely there is a type of mage that can practice medicine.”

“I didn’t think of combining magery with medicine… I think one of my books said that’s a Heartman… Wow. You really got all the smarts in the womb, sister!” Ouroboros cheered. He dashed down the melting slopes, while Quetzalcoatl stared into the cloudless blue above.

As town butcher, Hydra brought home only the best cuts of meat. They had gotten a buck that day. He invited Ragnar, who had entered the valley that day for business. A daughter of the last mage guided him through the barrier for such occasions. Ragnar was the wizard who represented Grand Snow beyond the barrier; But he never used magic in the village. He came as a mundane man, to respect Grand Snow’s reverence for the enchanted. But not today. Today, Ragnar brought a young man with black hair and purple eyes.

“I’m a mage Father! The fey told me! Sister says I should tell you too. I’ve decided to use magic to be a doctor! I’ll be even better at saving maidens or babies.” Ouroboros announced, running circles around the table. Ragnar flinched. Magery was forbidden where he came from.

Quetzalcoatl put down a pint of cider, and turned her attention to Ragnar; But he turned to Hydra. Quetzalcoatl kept staring at his long wavy hair, that flowed shades of gold. Like everyone else, it was decorated with silver clips and beads. Ragnar always wore dark blue, and was older than her; It only made Quetzalcoatl think of him all the more. It made Ragnar uncomfortable, and eager to talk about Ouroboros.

“Hydra, how are mages treated in Grand Snow?” Ragnar inquired.

“Kindly, my friend!” Hydra said jollily, ruffling his son’s hair. Ragnar could see a subtle tenseness on Hydra’s face. On the inside, Hydra’s heart was stung by his son’s optimism. He knew Ouroboros might not live long enough to see his dreams come true, when it is Hydras wish for his children to be fulfilled and happy.

“Hydra, what is the matter?” Ragnar said.

“My son is too perfect.”

“Ah.” Ragnar said drinking the cider; Quetzalcoatl sat across the table, still examining him. Ragnar gestured to the mysterious man he brought. The man’s face structure was softer then everyone in the village. They’d never seen black hair or such features.

“This is Cerberus Monafyra. He is also a mage; Qualified LPN and Heartman. He is to be your new on-site medic. Make him feel welcome.” Ragnar said pointedly, looking at Cerberus.

“Well Cerberus, your first duty is dealing with my son,” Hydra sighed. “Medically, and mentally.” He specified with a smile. Ouroboros had a beaming expression; Awed before an official Heartman. Cerberus recoiled at the sight; Within the past five seconds, he’d seen enough to conclude Ouroboros would be his pet peeve apprentice.

“Don’t worry Cerberus,” Hydra comforted. “Everyone warms to my boy! Ouroboros’s flare truly warms the spirit. Just as Ragnar! We used to hate his attitude, before we saw his jovial being. Now he’s one of us!” Hydra boasted, roughly patting Ragnar’s arm.

“Yes! He’s passed the gene score thing, and returns often,” Quetzalcoatl added “He is a part of this place, like magic itself. Thus, it is fair to ask him to father my children.” She burst suddenly. The room became quiet. Yet after a moment, Ouroboros leant in to his father.

“But Ragnar isn’t into romantic stuff.” He whispered. Everyone looked at Ragnar.

“I don’t think your sister wants romance either.” Hydra chuckled back, kissing his son’s cheek.

Cerberus had only been in Grand Snow a month; Enough time to adjust to the altitude and cold. On a winter’s day, he went to get water at the well; The healing house needed a good supply of water. As all the wooden cabins faced the well, Cerberus could see everyone’s porches. Dipping the bucket, there was Hydra shivering with a shovel at dawn.

“Hydra, you should go inside; You’ll get sick. Your getting grey, and thus easily chill.” Cerberus said, running over. He put a calm hand on Hydra’s shoulder. But Hydra gazed into the snow, unmoving. After a moment, he burst into tears; Shaking violently with his gasping wails. Quetzalcoatl, opened their door hearing the commotion.

“Cerberus, you’re here! Ouroboros is hot, and can’t get out of bed!” She sobbed. Cerberus hurried inside, and was quickly led to a small room; The boy was wheezing, delirious, and in pain. Cerberus was so confused; They’d done everything right, to ensure nothing infectious got into the village. They even pasteurized and overcooked food for him. Cerberus grabbed Ouroboros, and took him to the healing house. Cerberus had resources in that cabin. Modern medicine, if needed.

Ouroboros’s condition seemed respiratory to Cerberus, and thus unlikely from honey, milk, or poisons; Maybe mold, or a cold everyone assumed was dry air. Either way, it took an hour to stabilize the fever, and hook Ouroboros up to lines. A swab later, and Ouroboros was on Anti-Viral medication, fever and inflammation reduction potions, fluids, and so on. Ouroboros was going to be in that bed a while; They caught him just in time.

“Why didn’t Hydra just tell me you were sick…” Cerberus whispered.

“Father stops talking if I cough. It scares me when he does that. Am I going to die?” Ouroboros said quietly. “If I get too hot, will I still be able to have babies someday? I don’t want to die. I don’t want father to be sad, or my sister pass when she gives birth. I don’t want things to fall apart if I go. I want my wishes to come true. Wishes don’t come true if you die.” He wheezed. Cerberus took Ouroboros’s hand, and held it.

“Hold on to that fighting spirit; I’ll do my best, to help you see your dreams. Don’t worry about your father and sister right now. I’m here for you now.” Cerberus reassured. Hearing that meant the world to Ouroboros.

The next day, Hydra stayed in the house cooking. Quetzalcoatl went to knit with the older women. She wanted to learn to make baby clothes. Hydra hadn’t slept, and busied himself with chores. A day and night passed, and Hydra sat inside, not daring to visit his son. The shovel and oil, sat ready by the door. Another two days and nights, and all Hydra could think of, was how his boy had managed over ten summers, but odds don’t change. Hydra had stopped eating, in spite of his daughter’s hugs. They were so cold and scared. Scared of that silver sign above the healer’s cabin. A sword through a heart, symbolizing The Heartman.

At first light, on the third day, a knock came on the door. The fire had died, and Hydra lay on the couch before it. He got up clumsily after the second knock.

“Hello, Hydra; I’m giving this back.” Cerberus smiled. He nudged Ouroboros, who reached for his father.

“Father I still don’t feel good.” He groaned. Hydra, went rigid, as if witnessing the waking dead.

“His fever broke, he can move around, and can take medication. Make sure he gets rest, and finishes these potions and tabs.” Cerberus said. Hydra knelt down, and squeezed Ouroboros tight, like it was their final goodbye. He didn’t know how to react.

“Thank you, Cerberus. Thank you.” Hydra sobbed. Ouroboros hugged softly back.

“I love you dad.” He spoke. Quetzalcoatl joined the embrace, kissing their cheeks. Cerberus left, handing over the medication. He felt ill; Unable to rinse his mind of Hydra with the shovel. How the worry for a son drove a man away from the world. Cerberus had lost a brother, but maybe that wasn’t the same. It turned Cerberus off fathering. To see Hydra’s entire world be his two children; To lose even one, is unimaginable. Torture even.

Hydra spent the next week bringing Ouroboros his studies, going on hunts, and administering medicine and love. They sang for each other, and Ouroboros learned new fires to summon; Flames that make water, of just give off light instead of burns. Each type of fire a different colour. A week more, and Ouroboros was running about, throwing snow, and sledding with Quetzalcoatl. The family baked shortbread for the fairies, and held each other while going to sleep. Savouring it. Hydra’s warm deep heartbeat against Ouroboros’s head, as they hummed lullabies. Relaxing, as the fireplace went dark. Comfort and gratitude, with no thought of tomorrow.

NEXT --->

[wheelsup]

Ok here's a concept dad spencer always bringing the baby to sleep with them even if she's not crying. And the reader disapproving because she knows that's the start of a bad habit.

this is 🥺the sweetest thing in the world. big man + tiny baby.

wc: just under 1k cw: spencer reid x fem!reader

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“You’re encouraging a bad habit, you know,” you sighed as Spencer peeled back the comforter from his side of the bed. For the severalth time that week, with your baby tucked securely in one of his arms, her space-themed sleep onesie matching his pajama bottoms. 

“No I’m not,” he pouted, climbing under the covers after carefully putting her down. “Besides, this little pumpkin isn’t capable of having bad habits.” He ruffled the wispy hairs on her head, earning a high giggle as she squirmed under the sheets between the two of you.

“I’m not talking about her,” you laughed, “I’m talking about you.” Spencer took offense to that.

“I do not have a bad habit,” he gasped, covering her tiny ears with his hands. He couldn’t let her hear those words and believe he was doing something wrong by having her by his side. “She wanted to sleep here. She was crying.” 

“Oh, really? She wanted to?” you raised your brows, leaning your face into his to challenge him. You bet that he couldn’t tell you that again while looking you in the eyes. “Or did you sneak into her room, steal her from her crib and bring her here because you wanted to?”

Spencer, a man of six feet of height, got impossibly small under your all-knowing stare. He sank deeper into the bed, drawing the plush white duvet up to his chin and hiding until all you could see were his eyes. Large, pouty, and full of guilt. 

“I knew it.”

“Come on! She’s only gonna stay this small for so long,” he reasoned. To make his (adorable) case, he grasped one of her legs and gave it a little wiggle, showing you how tiny she still was. And then both of them were giving you an undeniable set of puppy eyes, begging to let her stay. 

“Spencer Walter Reid, you cannot keep pulling her out of her own bed,” you sighed. Your actions said something else as you put one hand over her warm belly and hugged her closer. “One of you is going to take it really hard when she gets old and we can’t do this anymore.”

And though you meant Spencer, truthfully it could be either of them. While Spencer was thoroughly (and overly) attached, so was she. 

She’d notice if he wasn’t home for a day, and cry all the time until she saw his face. If he couldn’t make it happen by picking up a video call, then you’d have to hold up photos of him to trick her into thinking he was there.When he was home, she’d follow him everywhere. Crawling right alongside him while he was folding laundry, curiously peering into the basket, or sitting on the kitchen counter and being his sous-chef (sneaking cheerios from the box) while he cooked (prepared bowls of cereal). 

But Spencer got her accustomed to one habit already, and it was the root of the attachment issue. 

She discovered that, on the nights he was home, he would always be the one to come comfort her when she cried in the middle of the night. (For two reasons: one, he didn’t even have the willpower to try the ‘cry it out’ method, and two, to make up for all the three-a.m’s you’d have to do this while he was gone). 

You were convinced she started timing herself to only cry when he was home. Maybe even fibbed it, a little (a trait she surely learned from him) because as soon as he came to see if she needed anything – a bottle, a diaper change – she’d stop. She’d gotten her end goal the moment he walked into her room, which was just to have him there. 

He’d stay with her as long as she wanted, which would be all night long. After a few nights of accidentally falling asleep in her rocking chair and waking up with back pain, he found it was easier just to bring her into your bed. And she loved it. 

Spencer warmed even more as he watched you play with her, tapping softly on her belly with your fingertips. “See how much you love this?” he smiled, feeling like his case was made on why she should always sleep next to you.  

“You’re gonna make me the bad guy, eventually,” you mumbled, sticking your bottom lip out as you focused on her getting drowsier.

As much as you did love having her with you, you had to be the voice of reason. He was setting a precedent of caving in and you knew it would eventually become a problem right around the time she turned into a toddler. You could picture the tantrums now, and picture him giving in to every little whim of hers, with you ending up as the one who has to say no all the time.  

“Nuh-uh.” He scooped her up and placed her on your chest so you could cradle her. “When she gets older, I’ll stop,” he promised, pressing a kiss onto your temple. 

You chuckled lowly, rolling onto your side with the baby on her back next to you. “No, you won’t.” There’s no way he’d ever be able to resist giving her anything she wanted.  It was cute that he believed he’d even be capable of that.

“Okay, I won’t,” he laughed and shuffled closer, pushing himself flush against your side. He held you the same way you held her, stretching his arm so it spanned over your waist and stopped just over her belly, both of you tucked safely under him. Big spoon, little spoon, littlest spoon. “Is that so bad?” 

Closing your eyes, you hummed playfully as you pretended to think it over. For the severalth time that week, you melted into the bed, wrapped up in the warmth of your little family as you nodded off to sleep. “No,” you sighed, a smile ghosting it’s way across your face, “I guess it’s not.”

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[alma-amentet]

Long time ago the lands of Mabon and Argram went separate ways, the first one staying magical (classic fantasy thing), the other one pursuing technology (resembles Lies of P a lot, but I made that place up back in 2009). So they were divided by a magic wall, and only few could cross that. As far as I remember, the divide happened after Mabon inhabitants stood up against building a railroad in their lands.

There's also far mystic land of Orellia, not much is known of it.

One elven dynasty of Mabon was cursed by some higher deities for being too vain, and turned into centauri. They stayed true to most of their ways, practiced magic and became more friendly to humans than the natual wild centauri.

The wild centauri have tan skin, their colors varying from ginger to black. At some time, they refused the Common language and spoke only ancient Mabonian (should sound way much Celtic, probably closest to Breton). While the high centauri (those former elves) are fair, white or light gray.

One notable high centauride was Adrienne Caelden. Her confrontation with an evil mage, Gwyn Trintach, makes up a big part of that world's story.

The vampires of the Two Worlds were more like typical werewolves. They didn't fear sunlight, could eat any food and only hunted for blood once a month. However, as time passed, they needed to hunt more and more. The full process of transformation could take several centuries, and in the end the became mindless beasts. There was one vampire, Ioseph D'Estine, who saught to reverse that process and become human again. He turned his beloved, Ellenia, into a vampire, to save her from insanity... yet later she was enchanted by a powerful mage, Morgana LeGrande (Gwyn's apprentice, follower and right hand), and turned against him and his friends.

And in Argram, a scientist, Bartolomeu Banes, who was mourning his dead wife and daughter, made a girl, called her Rebecca. Lies of P moment, also Monster High (yes she was based on Robecca). The creation was a complicated process involving magic, surgery, a bit of mechanics. Neither him nor anyone else would recreate that process. Rebecca was one of a kind, created with love, to live her life, not to serve.

Joel Bennett, Bartolomeu's old (ex)friend and colleague, wanted to create new people, too. One day he even kidnapped Rebecca, tried to dissect her and see how she was made... Luckily he was stopped, then jailed. After serving his sentense, he met Morgana (thus Gwyn) and joined their gang, started making puppets for them (Morgana brought them to life with magic).

Let's share lore!

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So, let's share lore shall we? I'll go first!

Dwarves in my world can be born in two ways. When one feels the call of parenthood, they can either find a partner and do the deed with them.

Or they can go searching for a Very Important Stone. It can be anything from a field stone to raw gemstone.

The aspiring parent feels in their very core when they have found the Very Important Stone and will do almost anything to get it. If a dwarf suddenly offers to built you a new stone fence, it usually means that there's Very Important Stone in it.

When the Stone has been acquired, the parent will start the process of carving the form they feel in the Stone. Once done the parent will swaddle the Stone and carry it around, cooing and petting it like a baby. Other members in the community will also coo to the Stone, wishing things like luck, strength and good health.

These acts and words of love are ingrained to the Stone until one day it cracks open, revealing a newborn dwarf! It can take from weeks to some years, but it's always treated as a celebration no matter how long it has taken.

These children usually retain some visual traits from the stone they have been born from. They can vary from freckles, stripes and birthmarks to hair and eye colors. But whatever way or material the dwarf was born from, or what they look like.... Each child is treated with the same respect.

Because each one was born from labor of love.

[fly-like-egyptian-musk]

⋆☆~Written ☆ in⋆the ☆ Stars~☆⋆   In the early days of your blossoming relationship with Viktor, you both feel where it's headed but are too afraid to admit it. You plan a date that will be too romantic to ignore, in hopes one of you will grow the courage to take the next step. A humid Summer night under the stars wrapped in the arms of your beloved is where you finally admit your true feelings. Viktor x Reader, AFAB Reader, Female Character of Color, Plus-Size reader, First Time, First Love, Fluff, Fluff & Smut, Body Worship, Outdoor Sex, Idiots in Love, Bad Astrology. !!!!MINORS DNI!!!! 

It was balmy, the summers heat in full force when you finished up with work and hurried back to your apartment to start prepping everything you needed for tonight. Viktor and you finally made plans to have dinner together after several missed connections.

The night was still young, alive with friends celebrating the weekend, children playing and lovers enjoying the warm summer day.  This would technically be your fifteenth "date", the early days were filled with visits to the local coffee shop for a cozy cuddle in the corner, drinking espresso while you read poetry and Viktor hypothesized in his journal between sips. Or strolls in the botanical gardens that led to lounging at the lily pad covered pond where you would sneakily sketch Viktor in your moleskin- because let’s face it, the man was contoured by the gods. If he ever knew how many brief scribblings and studies you’d made of him you’d have a lot of explaining to do. 

But your favorite date was when you both decided to spend the day in Zaun visiting your old stomping grounds. It was adventurous, a little risky, but cathartic to be back home together. Walking the Entresol level and revisiting the enchanting Bridgewaltz market to meander, finding foreign trinkets and running into a few odd merchant friends of yours that insistedyou drank a couple of homemade brews with them at their stall so they could get to know your boyfriend better and some old friends of Viktors who congratulated his achievements into Piltover. The last stop you made was to grab a bite of the signature Undercity mushroom stew at a pub you both were familiar with to reminisce until it was time to return to your apartments. The trolley ride back was spent cuddling with full bellies and peppered with food sleepy kisses. 

These dates were always great, because they were minimal, relaxing and manageable for both of you.

Although you had originally planned a few weeks ago to have an evening picnic at secluded spot you found when you first came topside, but the hours Viktor had been pulling in the lab proved to be endless and he had to rain check the past three times. Occasionally you saw each other, and when you did you had made it a point to make sure Viktor (and Jayce) were at least eating. Sporadically you came by the lab with a brown bag of homemade sandwiches or snacks- when there weren’t loud explosions booming behind it’s closed doors or the mystical frantic whirring of Hexgems being stabilized.

Viktor and you had been growing closer to each other, even through the long streaks of time where you’d barely see a wink of one another. The times that you could meet were spent absolutely smitten; lingering stares, the way you clung to every word while talking for hours, physical touch- you both practically became glued together. But between catching up and relaxing was an unspoken intensity, a gravitation that pulled you deeper. Sweet kisses that were meant to be chaste became hungrier, simple touches became caresses that progressed to more- yet you would never cross a threshold of being fully intimate. It seemed that whenever it was about to happen, it wouldn’t, and you’d both stop. Of course you had been intimate in other ways; helping with tasks not related to work, library runs, mail sorting, grocery shopping, laundry, taking care of each other when one was feeling ill, being emotionally supportive when having a bad day or week (you tended to get depressed every once and a while which Viktor was always so understanding about).

Sexually, you had been intimate-usually you initiating, which Viktor definitely appreciated but it wasn’t the same. It would always be with clothes on, semi undone and lead to heavy petting but never the main event. Naturally you thought that it was maybe your doing that Viktor didn’t want to go farther, an irrational fear that he didn’t find you attractive-you actually hadn’t been this self conscious since you were younger. But something inside you said that it went deeper and that he obviously did like you. It’s not to say a relationship couldn’t work without having full intercourse, but usually it would’ve happened already thinking back to your past relationships, especially between two adults that were head over heels for each other. He had been more distant since you last met, ending from embraces quicker and excusing himself as the night grew late. It worried you, and you needed to know why.  On top of that Viktor was working harder than usual, which meant he was extending himself too far- as his “normal” way of working meant skipping most meals and taking power naps instead of a full REM sleep cycle.

Admittedly he said, most nights he hadn’t even slept in his room, opting for the couch in the lab because usually he’d be done at nearly 4am. So truth be told, you missed him dearly (and were worried) and wanted to treat him to a very low key date and talk.

After all, tonight was special. There was a meteor shower occurring after dark that was nearly impossible to see in the under city so you were incredibly excited to witness it completely un obscured. You’d asked if he’d like to stargaze with you over a light dinner and drink-if he wasn’t too tired but he thought it was a perfect idea and he really wanted to make up for his absence. The spot was a bit uphill, but only just. Scoping it out earlier in the week you even cleared some of the brambles and obstructions away so that it would be accessible to him. It shouldn’t prove too difficult for Viktor to walk up with you (or so you hoped) but if he was having a bad day you’d have no issue stargazing downtown at the square instead so that he could be comfortable. 

It was the view at the hideout that was truly wonderful though; looking over a rock face that grew green shrubs out of its cracks and went down into the salty bay of the ocean. It was a small cliff side that had juniper trees mixed with sea grass, magnolia trees and hydrangea bushes. A fragrant paradise of seclusion that would shelter you from the city sounds- the perfect quiet solitude.

Sometimes you’d bring your easel and paint the horizon, or the wildflowers that grew nearby. But the sunset was the most incredible part to witness even when you were alone and wishing for a certain scientist to be by your side. It was picture perfectly romantic, and would be a wonder to share with him. You only hoped he thought the same.

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Nearing the end of the day Viktor was glad Jayce convinced him to take it easy, tonight was your date night and he’d been thinking about it all day, to the point that it was distracting.

Viktor could tell you were worried about something, about him, and he chided himself for being so distant and quite frankly, immature for not explaining why.  You were perfect. 

He thought you incredibly gorgeous, intuitive, and talented. After his last relationship, if you could call it that, he was left with a bruised ego and some anxiety about being intimate with someone else. It sounded dumb even now inside his head. He’d never let fear stop him from anything, which is why he excelled so far in his career and life so why was he so afraid now? 

Your relationship was progressing; both becoming comfortable with one another and increasingly touchy, which he thoroughly enjoyed, but the vulnerability frightened him. 

The thought of opening himself up again was terrifying, and it wasn’t even your fault. Perhaps it was old feelings from the past tryst he had that left him a bit raw, the only romantic relationship he had topside was toxic and ended badly. The one that left wounds in his heart and mind that told him he wasn’t good enough.

But that wasn’t you- you were the most understanding lover he had ever had the privilege of being with, and yet here he was scurrying away from you to hide himself. Now, he was no virgin, but truth be told he was not very experienced. There were some limits on what his body could do, and he managed just fine...but it had been a long time since he had satisfied someone. He couldn’t keep hiding, and he wouldn’t. The bond you both had was undeniable- you made him elated in every way, he was crazy about you and would be devastated if he lost you now by making it seem like he did not desire you.

Viktor would find himself thinking about you all the time: when he dreamt, when he woke, during the day when he was stressed as you tended to ease his worries with your cheeky but positive attitude. Your ability to light his darkest thoughts and fill him with love was a gift he cherished. Sometimes when he was stuck on an equation or a stubborn upgrade of a prototype ready to give up he’d walk to your classroom, loiter a bit at your door and say hello during the class period switch. With a heart melting smile you’d always greet him, welcoming him into your warmth. You knew how to make him laugh, you were also observant and could tell when he just needed a hug. He could always count on you to cheer him up when it felt nothing else could, and he would do anything to make you happy.

Sometimes you’d visit the lab with a bit of lunch to share, learning to bring seconds for Jayce who could swallow food down like it was nothing. Each time you visited was different and he’d watch you become amazed by the mechanical chaos that the lab usually was filled with or he’d watch the tension leave you as you relaxed by the calming hum of stabilized Hex Gems. Once you asked a single question both scientists would eagerly bounce off each other with explanations and facts about the topic. Viktor felt very determined to teach you a few things about Hex Gems and their transformative nature- perhaps he could maneuver some sort of prismatic demonstration for another day. You kept up well enough with the terms but he knew Jayce and him could be a lot to handle at once. You always told him not to apologize for speaking passionately about their work and that eventually you’d understand everything being told to you. That was another reason why he was enamored with you, your profound patience with him. He appreciated it more than you realized considering he knew what you were ready for and wanted to share with him-but he kept avoiding it, and his cowardliness made him feel guilty. 

You probably thought he wasn’t interested in going further but that wasn’t the case. If you only knew how often he found himself thinking of you at night when all was quiet in his lonely apartment; how stylish you looked that day, your vibrant way of storytelling your experiences, the playful banter you both shared as much as possible, the emotion you portrayed through your entire body, how minx-like you could be when you made sure to exaggerate your movements in public when you knew he was watching from afar. 

Viktor would find himself staring at the ceiling while laying in bed trying to sleep before it got too late but the images of you were replaying in his mind. Scenarios that had happened and some that had not, that he couldn’t stop envisioning. Tormented by fantasies of being tangled in bed together until you both collapsed from your lovemaking, finding you in your classroom alone and bending you over your desk. Or sometimes it was ridiculously domestic situations like cooking your favorite meals, napping or reading together. 

More recently on his mind was the last time you both found each other in the library. You both were so focused and oblivious to everything around you- that you didn’t realizing you were only a few rows of book shelves away. Making eye contact through an opening in the shelf made you both laugh loudly and be shushed by the librarian. After talking briefly about why you were there and asking about your day, something possessed you both to sneak to a less frequented section (accounting and records) with nothing but trouble in mind. Pushed against a built in wall of shelves you both locked lips in a daze, grinding your bodies together. Switching positions you had told him to stand with his back against the books and be a lookout. He remembers quizzically agreeing but it all made sense when you dropped to your knees and took his hard cock into your mouth. You shocked him, his hands flailed trying to grab onto something, one thing being your hair, the other a death grip on the lip of the wooden bookshelf.

You had only done this once before- in the lab alone when it was a particularly trying day for him, so you offered to help him relax. Thankfully (and it would be the only time he was thankful for this) he had cum quicker than expected- as Jayce was only a few minutes away from returning to work.

Viktor knew he was larger than most, but he never wanted to brag. So when you pulled him out for the first time- you were tongue tied, struck speechless by his size. He remembers how hot it was to see you intimidated by his cock, and yet how curious you were to fit as much of him in your mouth as you could.

This time an impish look sparkled in your eyes as you pumped him, sliding his foreskin down each stroke, your hands looking small in comparison to his girth. You decided to use both hands as you sucked him, quietly moaning around his thick cock and pumping him at the same time. He was lost in absolute pleasure with your skilled hands and utterly dangerous mouth around him. Struggling to keep quiet between the shelves as your tongue did wicked things to him. Viktor was breathing heavy instead while his heart pounded nearly exploding.

His eyes would squeeze shut when a wave of pleasure hit him but would quickly open to see if people were moving close to you. The fear of being found like this was ever prevalent but an exhilaration of being so stealthily naughty was rising quicker inside him. He lost all concentration when he glanced down to watch how passionately you swallowed him down. All the while your gaze bore into his like a temptress. No longer did he care for watching for anything else as he guided your head further onto him. 

So it was foolish of him to deny you, he’s positive he has the same effects over you as you do for him. Catching you half lidded staring at his hands, watching you blush and get distracted when he’d roll up his sleeves or whisper in your ear was very common. 

And the one time he had rubbed you in the cafeteria under the table, how you kept your cool for so long until he slipped a finger inside. He could see your nipples peak through the blouse you wore, and a scrunch starting on your brow as you became desperate not to cry out. Luckily for you a few students reunited as one had just returned from the Shurima desert at the table in front of yours. Everyone turned to watch as they loudly greeted each other in excitement and a few people rose from your table to join in in the chatter. Letting the breath you were holding out you took the opportunity to roll and cant your hips just right against his palm to climax shakily on his fingers. Before they came back Viktor had exited and licked your wetness off his fingers. One of the friends asked if he’d enjoyed the homemade pastry they had given him, he hyped up his response saying it was ‘absolutely delectable, and hoped he could taste more of it to come’. So he knew, he knew you wanted him and it was just his insecurities getting the best of him.

It was safe to say you both adored each other, it felt like a dream that you never wanted to wake from. Every moment spent together was filled with laughter, a sort of childish joy that spread inside you both, an electric mutual attraction so strong it was hard to be away for very long. Everything else seems to fade away, everything mattered- yet nothing mattered at all except the light inside your eyes.

Grabbing his crutch and ensuring the lab wouldn’t burn down in his absence, he left for the night with butterflies in his stomach. Walking out the university doors he would meet you at center fountain across campus, where you said you’d lead him to your "secret hideout". He laughed when you mentioned it, noting that there aren’t many places that weren’t already inhabited in Piltover especially so close to university grounds. But you smiled brightly and said “Then apparently it takes a Zaunite to find paradise in plain sight.” Crossing the road he saw you standing with back turned to him, a sort of metal laundry cart by your side that had seen better days filled with a multitude of supplies: blankets, a cold box, pillows and a small lantern hanging from a hook.  “I did not realize we were going camping. How did you manage to fit all that inside of there? It’s Impressive.” He laughed. “I’ve got great spacial awareness, and also…I might’ve broken part of this by cramming it down. But it’ll still work!”  You said in an uncertain tone, glancing at the bulging grate of metal on one side of the cart but you said this with enough bravado that you looked confident. Closing the space between you both, your hand slid up to his on the handle of his cane and drifted until it rested on his shoulder. Giving a light squeeze before lifting to hold his jaw, you tip toed to meet his kiss. Your lips locked tenderly to small chaste kisses, and when you pulled apart Viktor leaned down to place another on your forehead.  “Hmmm I missed you so much. How has everything been for you since that last mishap with your project?”  You asked as you swiveled the cart and motioned ahead to start your trek. “Better, definitely better than the last time you saw me. I..want to apologize for worrying you so badly.” He said meaningly, sparing glances at you. “Well, you look like you’ve had sleep since then..so apology accepted. Have you though?” You narrowed your eyes. “Ah..yes. After falling asleep for the third time while drinking coffee with Jayce he…had a few choice words to say about how I’ve been taking care of myself. You were right to be a bit mad, and Jayce personally wanted me to say- and I quote, ‘I’m sorry for being an overgrown baby that never acknowledges bedtime, and I promise I’ll start drinking a reasonable amount of water instead of black coffee.' Which I have!"

He flushed and flashed a cheeky grin to you as you burst out laughing. “Well then, I definitely accept your apology and also need to thank Jayce for his astute observation. Really though, it’s okay..you know I just want the best for your health.”  “And I thank you for that, it’s..hard for me to realize when I need a break.” You winked at him, and squeezed his hand before pausing in your stride to take a look around. The start of the path was just beyond the last shop on a corner road, an old haberdashery that seldom got business since the new store fronts on main opened. “Okay, now we have to hop the fence in the back.” “What now??” “I’m just kidding, the fence is broken, all we need to do is shimmy a bit and we’ll get through.” You cackled a bit as you watched Viktor’s eyes bulge in shock at your words, but then he relaxed and just shook his head. “I promise it’s not as rugged as I made it sound, you’ll be fine.” “I would hope so..this already has me on edge, lásko.” His eyes shifted around as you both approached the side of the brick shop, which was covered in overgrown bushes. Pushing your way into one, you took your arm and shoved the scraggly branches out of the way so that an opening became available for him.  “A few feet down there’s a broken fence and just on the other side it becomes an animal path down to the edge! I promise it’s worth it, Viktor.” He looked back at you and saw how endearing your eyes became, and how much excitement you always seemed to have just for him.

‘You’re worth it.’ He thought, and then carefully trudged through the brush down to the dilapidated wood fence.

He stood in front of the splintered boards and nudged one with his cane. It easily wobbled back and was pliable enough to slide through. “I see what you mean, this isn’t bad at all.” He prodded the board and the wood creaked and wavered.

Letting go of the cart, you stood just beside the fence and ripped it aside. Viktor shifted and began sliding through, his body sidewinding across it until he could steady himself behind the bent board with his cane. He held it slightly open for you to push the cart through, its width snagged on a broken piece and you ended up having to hip check it through. With the hardest obstacle behind you, you smiled wide and led the way down a fern path through more brush. The further down you travelled the cooler the air became and the sandier the soil felt. Saltiness permeated the breeze along with fragrant floral scents, and then you heard the sound of swells of waves crashing against the cliffs base. The brush faded into a grassy bluff surrounded by seaside Juniper trees, straw-like grass, beach plums, magnolia trees and bayberry bushes. In the taller trees enclosing this area you could hear the multitude of birds in their nests, below you heard bees humming along the blossoming flowers and the seagulls both far and near. Viktor was stunned at the beauty of it all, and how you had been completely right in saying that this was paradise. His mouth fell open and he stared at you in disbelief.

“See?? I told you. Come on, let’s set up.” 

You wheeled the cart to the middle where the grass was a bit shorter, taking your foot and smooshing the taller ones down until it was a flat enough surface. 

You yanked one of the blankets out of the cage and unfolded it, whipping it open and laying it out before you. 

Setting up the ice chest at a side, you arranged all the throw pillows you managed to squeeze down at the bottom.

Viktor was rotating in place to look at the wilderness seemingly surrounding you both, to which he was baffled by because this place was essentially downtown. 

“How can this be possible? I’ve never realized anything like this could exist even in Piltover. How did you find this?”

You had laid everything out and were on your knees arranging them to make a sort of den for you both to lounge in. “Funny story actually, I uh.. had to come back here. It was when I first came to the city, and was talking odd jobs for a little cash.”

He looked onto you bemused as he knew your stories bordered on outrageous. 

“Anyway it was this rich man’s prized Airedale Terrier that was groomed immaculately that needed walking- since his butler broke his leg. (you rolled your eyes) He put out an ad at the town post and I responded. So I walk him everyday for a couple weeks and he’s completely spoiled rotten- barely trained." 

In retrospect you scoffed at the thought of the rich man while you pulled the pillows closer and motioned Viktor down with your hands out to help. He took his cane and shoved it down into the ground like a pole, and used the handle to lower himself. Kicking a couple pillows to cushion his knee he descended. You held onto his forearm while he steadied himself holding onto your shoulder, giving a kiss in appreciation as he sat. 

Fluffing them up around him he let out a big sigh relaxing into the surprising softness of the blanket. Crossing arms behind his neck he eagerly listened to you as the tension left his body and you started arranging the food that was packed away.

"One day I walk out into the sidewalk and he instantly runs after a squirrel and drags me along, which in turn makes me lurch into a passing old man and knock the briefcase of his papers out his hands. I yell an apology as I’m forced to run with this dog who is going completely crazy and won’t stop. We cross into the town square and he finally slows down to pee and wander around.” You pour cold brew tea into small metal camping cups, ice cubes clinking inside and toast Viktor, opening the lunch box full of sandwiches to him before taking a bite of one and continuing on. “We walk a bit near the shops all calm and collected- and I’m enjoying the nice day, the suns out and skies clear until a bicyclist swerves on to the sidewalk and crashes into the grocery citrus crates- frightens the dog so bad he jumps up on me and pulls my pants completely down!”

Viktors loud laugh made you grin wide, his jubilant expression made your heart warm. 

Grabbing fresh fruit you leaned across a corner of the blanket to lounge, kicking off the sandals you wore.

"That’s not even the worst part, not only was it a busy street but it was also a day I decided to go without underwear and got pantsed in front of the entire neighborhood."

He covered his mouth genuinely shocked, it looked almost comical as his eyes bulged out, too surprised to say anything. Yet a brief moment passed and he barely could stifle his laughter through his fingers. Clearing his throat he composed himself,

"Forgive me for laughing but- wow. That’s completely mortifying" he said shaking his head and biting into his meal with an expression of dread. He moaned around the bit of food he chewed, lifting the wrap to nod at you in a satisfaction of its flavor. 

"Oh it gets better! I struggled to lift my pants up and he jerks the leash and gets away from me. So I stumble through the crowd pulling them up and run after him- the dog makes me chase him a half a mile one way, then he books it around and disappears into the bush trail we came through."

You rake your hand through your hair in anxious retrospect, then decided to tie it up as it was a bit too humid.

"At this point I’m sweaty, fell down, bruised my knees, flashed at least 25 people, and now have to climb the fence which in my haste I didn’t realize was too weak, and it broke under my weight. As you saw when we came in.” you covered your face with your hands in embarrassment but continued. “I go through the brambles and hear him barking further down and then I see all of this.."

You motioned around and lounged deeper, inhaling in the fresh scented air. Opening your eyes you find him softly admiring your face, he reaches over to brush a knuckle to your cheek.

"This place is a haven, Viktor. It’s incredibly diverse for such a small area- I mean the flora itself is so varied.." you trailed off, ripping a few flower stalks from the ground and presenting them. He looked on at your eagerness, always appreciating how much you loved learning and sharing about how diverse the world was. 

“These aren’t from here, yet grow wild in this clearing. I’ve seen these in botany field notes from Ionia. Then there’s the sapphire rose bushes hidden between the greenery, that’s why it smells so wonderful here!”

Viktor turned to see where you pointed along the perimeter, sure enough he looked closely and could make out delicate blue petals hidden behind emerald leaflets.

"They’re actually quite rare in these parts unless you find a florist down in the black lanes.” You added, savoring a bite of ripe strawberry.

“I’m assuming you’ve ventured down for some before? I try to stay clear of that market if I can, but it does tend to have peculiar and enticing imports." He smirked, thumb swabbing across your chin and then lounged back down.

"Of course, I mean how do you think I get all the paints I can’t make myself? It’s not cheap but it’s more affordable than buying it topside! I have a guy who specializes in importing raw materials..and theft. Also an incredible perfumer who makes tailored scents.”

"You do smell very intoxicating." Viktor said into his cup, his eyes peering over the rim and radiating desire.

"And I taste even better."

You blew a kiss to him and laughed. Fanning yourself briefly, you exhaled heavy and gazed around.

"I don’t think this clearing was a natural occurrence, I mean, just looking at how particular some of these plants are someone must have cultivated everything here…but left and let nature take it over."

"How sad..I wonder if it was one of the shop owners.." Viktor added, taking a berry from your hand.

Both of you paused in your conversation, a somber moment, taking in all the varied sounds around you and appreciating the sea air. 

A breeze graced you both with a hot gust, you undid a few buttons off the top of your dress to cool the perspiration on your chest. The summer dress you wore was a thin linen, a baby doll style that exposed your shoulders. The color and cut complimented your deep skin tone that looked golden in the setting sun, the waist cinched a bit and made the swell of your wide hips a perfect curve. You caught Viktors gaze admiring your body and smiled. Staring back at him you saw he had unbuttoned a few on his shirt, a speckling of beauty marks trailed beneath accompanied by thin dark wiry hairs. A blush threatened to burn your entire face at the thought of pressing your face into him and seeing how far the trail went below. The sun was starting its descent and everything shone with its glory. The low buzz of the insects hummed in the grass around you, and the peepers began their chirping.

Viktors finger poked your toe, causing you to wiggle.

“Hey! I’m ticklish!" You writhed but didn’t leave his grasp.

“Oh I know, it’s just fun to see you squirm, you’re too adorable." He wiggled a toe again and you cackled out.

Submitting as you shrieked he grabbed your foot to tickle mercilessly. Even if you tried to move away his long arms found you again to start ticking all over. After minutes of maniacal laughter and shedding a few tears from your eyes he grasped your foot and massaged it softly, hands pressing and swirling down the arch and then up to your shin. It wasn’t meant to be sensual, but as you relaxed and his hand crept up your leg you caught yourself almost whining when it did not progress further. My goodness you were pent up.

You shifted some pillows, he immediately pulled you closer between his legs while basking in the warmth of the sun, splaying his hands on your skin. Viktor draped his arms around you, one hand rested on your stomach to gently smooth. 

In a kiss, you both savored the softness of each others lips, keeping the pace slow and deliberate, until breaking for air. Viktor nuzzled his nose into yours and kept his face close, his fingers curling around the hair at the nape of your neck. You spoke against him, “I’m glad I get to share this with you, I’m..I’m really happy- more than happy to be here together. I’ve missed your touch, Viktor.” “As have I, and I’m sorry for not meeting you sooner. I’m..sorry for a lot of things, Muj sladky.” He said into your lips, drawing further away. “Don’t be, you have nothing to apologize for. We’re here now, together, and that in itself makes my heart sing.” You burrowed deeper against his body and hummed delightfully when his arm wrapped tighter to hold you close. 

The sky had shifted into a gradient bloom of dark violet which faded into a deep magenta, vermillion, peach and pale yellow. Interspersed were gleaming white stars starting to make an appearance in between clouds. The moisture in the air hung low in the reeds, spread around your two bodies wrapped together just breathing in each others existence. His hands pawed deeper into your body, a hand slipping under and in between the button crease of your dress to lay across the warm skin of your stomach. The other arm of his dangles off your left shoulder, careful not to touch the soft swell of your breast inches away from its grasp, trying desperately to be respectful of the beauty of this moment. “Soon it’ll be dark enough to fully see the planets in orbit to us, usually they’re the brightest of the stars in the sky.” You whispered excitedly into Viktors chest, the cotton sticking to his body with the humidity as you were tucked underneath his chin. You breathed his scent in deeply and longed to kiss every star-like mark across the milky plains of his body.

“I haven’t mentioned it, but tonight there will be a meteor shower across the constellation Aquarius. It’s called the Southern Delta Aquariids and right now is a peak time for visibility.” You smiled wide, and sat up to rummage through the sack to bring out a medium sized telescope that somehow he managed to miss in all the objects inside the metal cart. 

“Not to completely out myself as a weirdo but I’ve looked into your star sign, and found that your a Capricorn-Aquarius cusp. Very fitting in my opinion." You admitted, blushing intensely out of embarrassment but when he just squeezed you tighter, you felt calm again.

"I..ah..have no idea what that means, could you elaborate?" He said with a sheepish grin.

"Well, you’re a brilliant, steadfast and a hardworking man who take his work seriously. Your accomplishments are well earned by the amount of dedication and effort you put into almost anything you do."

He chuckled, shifting a little uncomfortably beneath you from the praise and fervor you spoke about him, always self conscious when others complimented him but you went further.

"On the other hand, you’re also a dreamer, an innovator that strives to create things that will help others. A risk taker with humanitarian heart. Methodical yet unorthodox sometimes, but unique and always honest in nature... Too much?”

You peered up and laughed at his expression, lacing a hand through his hair above you. 

"Heh, sounds like you’ve thought quite a bit about this, love. But I ah, agree with some points you’ve made." He said, being modest.

He took a sip of ice tea, The residual condensation dropped onto your exposed chest making you shiver. 

"Sorry haha…let me.." he slipped his hand into the top of your dress, pads of his fingers dragging across the swell of one breast to wipe away the cool water and fall back to his side- the water cold but his touch burned into you and you could feel your nipples harden. You hoped he didn’t notice.

“Now I wonder if I can guess yours, " he said playfully, tapping his mouth in thought.

“You’re empathetic…" he teased as you felt his hand at your side pinch the fabric of your dress top and pull it taught across the stiff peak of your nipple, opening your shirt further. 

"…Sensitive.."

Audibly you gasped at the sensation and he hummed in the amusement of you proving his observation and slid his back down to your belly now pooling with heat. 

Dropping his mouth to your ear he spoke.

"Now, you called me a dreamer but what would that make you? A visionary perhaps? An escapist who disappears into the fantastical works you paint. " 

You couldn’t help the heavy sigh that left your mouth, your eyes closing at his deviously attractive voice low in your ear. 

"Hopelessly romantic, and so emotive. You pull me in…magnetic almost."

His whispers tapered off as you lifted your head to nuzzle the underside of his jaw, lips trailing down his Adam’s apple which bobbed in a swallow as he grew more flustered. “B-but I don’t know enough about astrology to choose which would be yours, unfortunately. I hope that I did you justice, Miláček.” “Hmm you did, thank you. I’m actually a Pisces..which is on theme of some of the lore of the stars. Would you like me to tell you about astrology and astronomy? I can point out the constellations above as I go.” Smiling wide he tilted his head, “That would be lovely.” The small twinkling of stars were dispersed between the remaining tuffs of clouds, the sky sunk to a dark blanket of violet. You helped Viktor shed his socks and shoes and packed up the remainder of food so the bugs wouldn’t get into it. Turning the lantern on you both stretched out on the blanket, eyes up to the heavens as the wild around you was brimming with life.  “We should be able to see the Milky Way tonight, it’s clear enough. It’ll span across here..” You pointed diagonally across this slice of sky. “And the meteors should be coming from this end, south. Right across us if I’m correct. Look! Here is the beginning of the constellation Aquarius, take a peek.” You passed the telescope to Viktor and he followed along the star lines trying to find where it started and ended. 

"This whole section of sky has been deemed the "Celestial Sea" because the astronomers of old thought the constellations took on the forms of sea creatures. It’s buried in mythology as well.." your eyes were glued to the enigmatic night sky above, deciphering the star maps.

"Like what? I’m not very familiar with mythology. Could you tell me a story?" Viktor asked while his eye followed a trail of stars.

"Of course! Let’s see.. here’s the constellation Cetus, the sea monster. Legend says that Queen Cassiopeia angered the god of the ocean and his nymphs by claiming her daughter, Andromeda, was prettier than they were. The god made Andromedas parents sacrifice her or else Cetus the monster would lay waste to their kingdom."

Viktor paused in his search to ask for more information, eagerly listening.

“Did they? That’s barbaric. Also, the Gods are fickle if they’re that easily bothered by a human..” He said between his teeth.

"They tried, but fortunately a hero on a quest came across Andromeda chained to a boulder and released her. Cetus was angry and attacked Perseus the hero and they battled. But Perseus had divine insight from another God and used his last slain monsters head as the weapon to defeat Cetus. The head of a Gorgon, a wicked mythical woman who can turn her victims into stone with their eyes. Pretty neat, huh?"

“That seems very convenient for Perseus..” Viktor mumbled.

“Yes well, his adventure is equal parts unnecessarily difficult and too convenient. Thats mythology for you, haha.” You admitted.

Sharing laughter, you both passed the telescope back and forth to peer into space. Viktor was happy to be told the story of the river constellation Eridanus, looking at you in wonder like a child even though he would pick apart the mythology with his logistical mind. And as time past, he was the one who saw the first meteor, telling you and excitedly pointing that he’d found one.  It felt nice to teach him something both scientific and filled with lore, flipping the dynamics that usually were in place between you. He was the perfect pupil for it, as in his heart he had a great affinity to understand magic and longed to be a part of it.

But the humidity was a killer this summer, and as Viktor hadn’t changed into a lighter linen shirt before leaving the lab he was uncomfortably hot below you.  “Want me to get up? I must be adding more heat to you..” You lifted off his chest and moved away for him to situate himself. “Why don’t you take it off? It’s just us here anyway..”  It was the truth, you wanted him comfortable but also selfishly you wanted to be wrapped around his bare torso. He nodded, eager to shed the sticky linen around him. Watching his nimble fingers twist down each button of his shirt, you found yourself seeing his chest brace for the first time in its entirety. It was well constructed, well worn, and hugged his rib cage tightly.  He gave a crooked grin, finding you staring at him. “Everything okay?” He asked, nervously. “Yes, of course! It’s just that I’ve never seen your brace before- I’ve felt it many times but..it’s really cool!” You said, and blushed at how childish you sounded. “Thank you, I work hard to adjust it every month or so. I have to say, it is absolutely a nightmare to wear this in the summer.” He lamented. “Can I…touch you?” Was that too weird? Would he say no? Suddenly your inner thoughts were racing. “Certainly, I encourage you to.” He smiled at your curiosity, watching as your hand curled out and spread slowly across the straps and over the metal buckles. The leather felt warm from his body temperature, the grain smooth in most areas but a bit rough on others that would see more friction. Viktor blushed as you zoned out, hands washing all over him in intense interest.  “It’s so intricate, and so well fitted to your form.” You whispered, focused on its details. “I took measurements and modified it to extend if needed, but it mostly contracts for more support.” You leaned in and reached over to the shoulder strap, following it to his shoulder blade. With your hand sliding horizontally to his neck, you could feel the smooth rivets along each of his vertebrae and trailing further down. You leaned over him to watch and followed your hand down the metal clasps gripping what you presumed were rivets at the thoracic and lumbar part of his spine, keeping it straight.  “Sorry if this is off putting, I’m just amazed at the construction of this.” Kissing his shoulder you wrapped your hands around his rib cage and slid them to the back, palms pressing slightly into the wide plain of brown leather hugging him. “It’s not. Honestly..no one has ever asked to inspect it…or wanted to feel it before.” He said in a tone that had you sitting back to see his face, an expression of longing underneath his resolve.  “Never? I can’t imagine that, I’ve..been very interested in seeing it completely ever since I first hugged you and felt it under your shirt.”  “That would make you the first. In the past it was…difficult for partners to get used to. It was an issue..made them too uncomfortable, I presume..” “But not to me.” You said definitely. Heart aching from even thinking about someone brewing doubts into him about his body, and in the body language before you you could tell he still suffered from it. “You could never be off putting to me. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.”

You spoke directly from your heart. No other man has ever ensnared you quite like Viktor, and you found him to be the most interesting and irresistible man. He deserved the world, he deserved happiness and to be appreciated for the great man that he is. Brow furrowed, the golden hue of his irises became glossy as he looked at you in apprehension. “Don’t flatter me. There are plenty of other men out there that are..classically handsome.” You scoffed, unbelievable. “You think I’m lying?” You asked firmly, offended he would even think that and as he shrugged his shoulders you decided that you needed to put an end to this kind of thinking. “Viktor, no one is like you. No one is as intelligent, strong willed, as inexplicably handsome as you. Your entire body is a masterpiece to me, it’s complex- unique and engineered by your own elegant hands, your voice is alluring but it soothes me, and your soul..” Your vision grew watery as you filled with emotion, cutting yourself off with a teary smile across your face and body brimming with adoration of the man in front of you. All of these thoughts, these feelings have been inside you for such a long time brewing into something you always knew was there- but have never said.  “..I love you. Every single piece of you. There shouldn’t be a doubt in your mind about how absolutely glorious you are, or how worthy you are as a man- especially not by superficial societal standards. Forget them. Because you are worthy,extraordinary. You have no idea how perfect you are to me, Vitya.”  A few tears slipped down your cheeks as you confessed your love, desperate for him to see just how much he meant to you. With an exhale that shook his body his expression morphed into a look of devastating urgency, and fascination.

Viktor met your tear slicked lips with his, swallowing up the sob leaving your mouth morphing into a moan of complete need that he eagerly reciprocated.  The kiss was a slow yearning; a circular flow of arousal pouring out and into each other- ebbing and flowing like the tides of the sea below. Viktors tongue languished across your lower lip, waiting for your invitation inside and when it came he pulled you up closer against his mouth. Your hands grabbed at him, a whine in your throat as you let him devour your mouth. This slow dance of tongues escalated as you felt a hand slip inside the fabric of the dress down your body, rubbing your stomach, sliding across to your hip and then stopping at the inner thigh to knead closer and closer to your heat. He grabbed you forward so that you straddled his legs, kneeling above his hips with a prod at the side of your thigh alerting you to his growing erection, trapped between both your bodies. You moved back a bit, fingers moving to the buttons of your dress to undo the remaining ones keeping it closed, you shed the thin cloth across the swell of your breasts onto the ground. You knelt before him, no underclothes and bared in your entirety to his hungry yet awestruck gaze. You held the same in your eyes at him.

Ivory colored skin opened to a plain of alabaster, his boney shoulders were wide and chest tapered to a narrow, petite waist. His long legs stretched on and on but were covered by his dress pants.

A scarlet blush filled his face and a furrow of anxiety graced his brow, so you placed a kiss directly on it and leaned down to capture his lips again. Breaking it you backed up one last time and placed your hands on the leg brace, eyes lifting up to ask for his permission. Viktor nodded and you gently worked open the straps enclosing his right leg, freeing it from its confines so that you could undress him completely. Your hand whispered across his affected leg tenderly, kissing his knee before ascending to the buckle at his stomach that strained as his tented trousers tried to breach out. Laying your forehead to his you undid the buckle, unbuttoned the clasp and unzipped him. You could could feel the heavy breaths of Viktor across your mouth and you tore your eyes from his bulge to peer into his clouded with lust.  With each of your hands gripping either side of his pants you slightly pulled back and waited for Viktor to lift himself so that you could undress him in one sweep down. With strong drag down your face directly above watched as his reddened erection bounced against the neat spread of dark brown hair on his stomach. Viktor gasped as his arousal was freed, head swollen and begging to be touched. 

Now you could witness him, all of his physique: down to every ripple of sinewy muscle, to every point of bone, to every last mark painting his skin that existed for you just to be kissed. And so you did. Starting from his long legs dusted with hair, to the soft skin of his creamy thighs that led deliciously to the “V” of his groin- ticklish it seemed as he spasmed below your mouth. 

“You’re exceptional, Viktor..so remarkably bright..so skilled, so ravishing..”You placed open mouthed kisses to the delicate moles that appeared on his lower abs, up to his diaphragm below the brace- also ticklish, but as you got to his neck you took your time sucking your own marks across the irresistible stretch of skin, growing wetter each time he would roll his head back in pleasure trying to push against the warmth of your mouth that bit into it. 

His line of slight could see down your shoulder, to your spine and the mounds of your ass that arched in the air. His hands went to your hips and you could feel his fingers knead, widening to grip the smooth thickness of your ass, a rough moan coming from his mouth as he did so. You never let up on giving him love bites, the sounds coming from him too arousing to stop, and as you nibbled behind his ear his hips twitched up into you. 

You smiled against him, enjoying the power of caressing him with your mouth until the tips of his long fingers dipped into your flesh and spread your ass and your wetness became very apparent. 

They slid along the inner most swell of you, tracing the slick line of your labia up..then down..then back up until a fingertip swirled across your swollen clit. You huffed out against his neck as he teased you, he raked and dragged his fingertips against your body. You sat back on your haunches to look at him and moaned on sight, his eyes dark as they stared at you with intensity, yearning for your touch. You closed in and licked a stripe over his mouth which sent him into overdrive and crushed his mouth into yours. Sliding into each other with bodies damp by the humidity clinging in the air, a sheen was visible by the warm dim flickering of the lantern off to the side. 

Breaking the kiss you trailed your tongue down his chin, to his Adams apple, to the moles on his chest and over the leather of the brace, (Which he found extremely erotic) slithering your body back down his stomach for your tongue to connect each dot as if you were mapping the delicate constellation of his body with yours. Delirious with your compliments, delighted at the sensual attention you were dedicating to his body he surrendered to your exploration of him. Until you could dip your tongue across his navel causing him to flex, which bobbed his cock forward and back directly into the plushness of your mouth awaiting it. Sucking the salty head inside you caused Viktor to nearly cum as he arched into your mouth with a howl, gripping the blanket below tight. You stilled, giving him time to adjust to the warmth of your tongue along the underside of him but relishing the silky feel of him wrapped around your lips and trembling. His cock was thick, a hefty weight in your hand of what could not fit in your mouth, uncut in all its glory. He was salty on your tongue, a taste you rather enjoyed as often as you could, and of all the men you’ve tasted he was the most delectable.  It was no secret that you loved to suck his cock, but what he didn’t know was that you tended to go a little cock drunk every time you did. And in the past months you’ve been dating, each time you’d always hope he’d take you right then and there.  Pumping his shaft slowly you worked his head with your skillful tongue messily, noisily, just as noisy as he was with his panting and praise above you. His large hand entangled in your locks as an anchor to keep him tethered here in this moment, his mind too blissed out as you cupped and tugged his heavy balls with your palm. You hummed around him as he slid his fingers through your hair to rub at your scalp, murmuring his stream of conscious out into the night with nothing but the wildlife to hear.  “Neskutečný..y-your mouth…so good, Muj sladky…so-” He’d had no time to finish as you swallowed him down, his glans slipping down your throat as you stilled and kept him there. With a heavy, gritty groan he bent over and tugged you off him quickly, the tears already prickling at the corners of your eyes. He was gasping for breath as he cupped your face, thumbs swiping the small droplets of tears away. Part of you wanted to continue with your teasing, desperate for him to be inside you in some way. “Hah..if you..if you keep that up I will not last.” He panted close to your face, but as he turned to smile at you, you showed him your tongue that had captured a slick mixture of precum and saliva, it’s amount dripped down your chin as you gave your best fuck me eyes. Words failed him, but his expression was of sincere lust as you captured your mouth to his, scrambling to straddle him as you both devoured each other, his groan reverberating through you as he tasted himself inside you. Viktor was only now discovering how dirty you could be, and how sexy he found it. His dick prodded your entrance below, large and hard against you taught folds, so you arched more to lower yourself onto him. The head stretched you bit by bit, spreading you wide and forcing a loud gasp from you. Viktor grabbed your hips to stop you, moving you off him. “Not yet, please..let me..let me taste you.” He gulped out, his eyes apologizing as he stared at your slightly disappointed expression- he knew you were begging to be fucked.  “Please…let me..” He brought three of his fingers up into his mouth and suckled them till wet, then slid them across your throbbing pussy to rub tight circles into you. 

Your body arched into his hand, an electrifying touch against your aching heat that had you whelping loudly as his dextrous fingers danced against your folds. Too good, if felt too good as you ground down into him, eyes shut in agonizing pleasure that was all together enough yet not enough. Fingernails raked across his arm, leaving crescent imprints as you gripped him tight mewing like a cat in heat.

"The way you move for me..your body…it’s as if you were made for me…" he spoke seductively, massaging you slow. 

"O-only…only for you, Viktor. I just want to be yours.." you begged, hips lavishly circulating over his fingers in earnest. He began to lean back to lay across the ground, hand still working you until it wasn’t and you whined out his name in need. "Pojď sem, kotě. Sit on my face..let me taste you.” He beckoned you down.  You all but jumped him at those words sexily rolling out of his mouth, accent heavy in lust just for you. Carefully walking on your knees up to his awaiting mouth you positioned yourself, and waited suddenly worried that you might hurt him with your weight. But he met your eyes, wrapping his arms around your thighs and nodded that he was ready and very able, so who were you to deny him? At the moment his silken tongue ran down your lips you knew you wouldn’t last long like this. Your hands immediately threaded into his wavy hair below, careful not to tug too hard at first but as he flattened himself across your entrance and slipped between the folds you spasmed into his mouth with a death grip in his tresses. As your yelp echoed in the clearing, his moan was muffled between your thick thighs enthusiastically lapping and sucking as much as he could while you slid yourself across his devilish tongue. He gripped you close, not letting you stray away from the skillful torment of his tongue fucking you. Viktor had been wanting to do this to you for a while, yet he never got the chance to, too scared to ask. 

That shyness was gone immediately, and you had better be ready for him to ask to put his mouth on you frequently, as he lost himself in your taste and loved how it wrung the most tantalizing sounds out of you while your juices soaked his face. 

It had you incoherently blabbering whines; praise of how much you loved him, how much you loved his mouth on you (as you’ve never done this before), all the while your own hand slid all over your own body in a frenzy to tug your hard nipples, caress your neck-your belly and grip yourself in the throws of passion. The building pressure inside you was excruciating, swelling over and subsiding until you were sure you’d burst, until you prayed you would burst on top of him because the heavenly torture against you would surely kill you. Rolling your hips faster you chased your climax, feral for it- for more. “Please, I need you, Viktor..” You sobbed openly, thighs shaking around him as you slid off his mouth. He dragged himself up, adjusting the pillows underneath him while the other arm wiped the slick off his face. He spread his legs a bit for you to climb him, wavering above gasping in need for him. He laced his arm around you, other arm made to slide fingers inside you to stretch you out- but you stopped him. “Y-you’re sure? You aren’t ready-“ “Take me Viktor, make me yours.” You pleaded, arms gripped tightly around his neck. He guided you to the swollen head of his cock, and in one tug down he sheathed himself entirely into your tight warmth, stretching you around him in a delicious burn and ache until you were seated unable to move or speak anything but a wholly animalistic moan that he harmonized simultaneously. Unmoving, you both melded into one, entirely full of the ecstasy of finally being joined, a sensation of completeness that overflowed with a kind of love you both had never felt until now.  Breathily shuddering his name against his lips you lifted yourself slowly up, his hands guiding your hips all the way up his length to just pull you slowly back down. The girth of him was entirely too much at once, yet filled you- stretched you so good that the pain just added to your pleasure, building slowly with every slide down his veiny cock. His arms pushed his torso up to meet yours, your full breasts pressed against his chest raking up and down with each thrust that left you both grabbing each other for more. 

"..Tak těsné, a-ano.” he gritted out, eyes fluttering closed at the pressure surrounding him.

He picked up the pace ever so slightly, brow tugged together as you tightened around him and lacing your fingers through his hair as your lips met in an agonizingly slow kiss, sweat a thin sheen across both your skin only adding to the sensation of the sinful swaying of your hips. “Feels like..feels like heaven inside you..” He gasped out, hands tightening around the swell of your hips. Your heat fluttered at the words he spoke, to which felt and he harshly let out a breath of air and positioned you to bounce faster on him. With a wanton moan you arched in his lap to impale yourself at a quicker pace, spurring both of you to hone in on the shared pool of pleasure transcribing between your bodies. Each gasp mirrored back as you lost yourselves, forgot yourselves and could only feel.

It was evident Viktors back was tweaking, so you softly told him to lay back, your palms against the brace of his chest as you rode him hard and deep. Your pussy wrapped around him, wound up tight in your climbing arousal, aching wonderfully around his cock that every time you met the base you could feel how wet you were as it was dripping onto him. Your clit pressed against the flush of hair surrounding his groin, adding to your torment with every bounce down, you couldn’t help but tighten considerably and cry out as it felt so awfully good. Body trembling as you pushed yourself to take all of him. “I…I love you…I love you…I love you..” He chanted like a mantra below you, hiking his good leg up to angle and hold himself up as he started to piston in and out of you with a heady groan. Sobbing as he pushed deeper inside you, you held onto him and braced your own legs to take it harder, head swimming with the amount of sensations you felt. 

Viktor was in complete awe: you were bouncing above him taking his cock like an angel, with only a trickle of lantern light cascading over your shadowed body. Your mocha skin glistened with sweat, full breasts swaying up and down with your head back, your textured coily hair had come loose and was now insanely curled from humidity and fell around your face and neck in tendrils. The expression gracing your beautiful face had him twitching inside you. The ridge of his cock was massaging you constantly, spiking you higher and higher until you felt it, your were about to cum and hard. “I’m so close, Viktor..oh my god..you’re so deep…so deep..” You cried out, hand slipping down to your clit to furiously rub. 

He encouraged you to take your pleasure, whispering affirmations as he watched you build yourself higher.

The wave had swelled, swallowing you up completely as it crashed into you with so much exquisite force that you screamed up into the air as Viktor thrusted wildly inside you from below. Your eyes squeezed tight in your climax as your body tensed, you spasmed as he hit your g-spot over and over. With an endless amount of moans, you looked into the sky in utter pleasure, vision blurry then focused enough to see a few meteors overhead in a sea of stars as you milked your orgasm. You don’t know when you had started crying, but tears flowed down your face as you felt nirvana, you could only laugh and moan and continue to ride Viktor hard who was fast approaching his own release.  He tapped your hip, gasping for air as his finger did a sign to turn or switch positions. You slid off him slightly in pain and he gently laid you down where he was, piling pillows under your hips and under his leg. Breathless he kissed you as he entered once again, a gritty and whining moan emitting from his throat as he was close. You cupped his face in your hands, and sensually kissed him back as he slid fluidly inside you. His body was flushed with yours, weight leaned heavily against you as his hips almost never left yours yet he fucked you into the pillows passionately with a wet rhythm, so deep inside you that you saw the stars above and below with your eyes closed. It seemed he knew just where to thrust, too precise for your body to handle after your orgasm but you felt yourself tightening with another onset of an insane pressure. You were going to cum again.

With a sob you broke the kiss to search into his eyes that were filled with complete compassion and watery with what could be tears or sweat. “Vitya, please…” an aimless prayer made to him, too far gone into another vicious vortex of delight- too soon into another.  You couldn’t even understand yourself. Your body rigidly arched below him in a second climax that had you heaving out sobs as you clung to him afraid you’d lose yourself. You didn’t even know what you were asking for, or why- because he was going to give you everything and anything you wanted forever. He felt you tightening again and whimpered, it drove him wild. He lifted one leg higher and leaned into you, hips snapping with speed and force he never knew he had. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close.

Everything had hit him all at once when his breath hitched.  You were everything he wanted, everything he needed, and were his now..and wanted to be his. Like a tidal wave, a floodgate opening, an endless disorienting pool of euphoria that was the feeling of being inside you- he came in hot ropes over and over until you were full of his seed. Claimed as his tonight, and hopefully forever. There was no doubt anymore, everything made perfect sense inside you. He could no longer hold himself up, the last bout taking everything out of him. Collapsing to your side he tried to get his breathing steady, with his cock still inside you but softening as you held each other for dear life trying to bring yourselves down from the high you’d been blind sighted by. The air was still hot, drying your bodies rapidly as you laid in post orgasmic bliss, soft smile against his chest and his against your head. Up above the sky twinkled, streaks of blazing trails appeared and disappeared within the hour as both your eyes grew heavy. Deciding to pack up before you fell asleep, you both helped one another through the dark with a dim lantern and flashlight back into town and to your quiet dorm room. Viktor put away the leftovers as you made his side of the bed, gathered water and sleepwear for both of you. Giving him most of your pillows and making sure he was supported and comfortable you snuggled up, happily in love.  ——

It must’ve been early still, because the sky was still twilight the sun only started to sneak around the corner. With your brain fuzzy you felt around in the bed to grab his body but found nothing but emptiness. Lifting your head up from the mess of blankets you saw the bathroom light on and faintly heard the water running. It was Saturday, you had off but science never sleeps and you supposed Viktor was headed back to the lab. 

Getting up groggily, hair a birds nest you stumbled over to the kitchenette to start some espresso for both of you. Even if you weren’t ready to start your day, you wanted to see him one last time before he had to start his. You chugged a glass of water to wake you up, hoping to ease the dryness of your hoarse throat. Looking over from the bedroom door was a freshly washed Viktor leaning against the doorframe, fingers working around his tie as he stared lovingly at you. 

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." He said chuckling at your dazed and frazzled appearance. 

You tiredly smiled and walked over, to place a kiss on his nose. 

"Dobré ráno." You cheekily said, noting how his eyebrows lifted in amusement. 

"Hmm, you have to speak my mother tongue more often.." he whispered against your lips with a smirk.

"You’ll have to teach me, be my linguist.. teach me the ways of your tongue.." you countered back trying to be sexy but still groggy from sleep. He leaned down and kissed you, then fixed his tie properly.

"You weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye were you?" Your eyebrows raised in question, nervously fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"Of course not, my love. But I really didn’t want to wake you, not when you looked so peaceful drooling over the pillow that was my chest." He jested, cupping and pinching your cheek. You stick your tongue out but blushed heavily.  He smelled the air, the aromatic silkiness wafting in the air lead him over to the table where there was two small cups of steaming espresso, you pulled out a chair and ushered him in.

"Mmm thank you, I’m going to need this for the test run Jayce and I need to present Heimerdinger. Wish us luck, eh?” 

You both sipped and savored the smooth drink while holding hands. A giddy feeling inside both of you as you thought about last nights events, falling deeper in love each moment. 

"Will you come back tonight?" You hoped he would, because now that you both finally made love you couldn’t keep your hands off him. 

"If you haven’t tired of me yet, then yes of course. I would like that very much." He said over his cup, eyes smiling. 

The sun was rising, the sky now a light blue and the birds singing sweetly in the surrounding trees. As you finished your coffees you took the cups and sauntered over to the sink to place them away, the oversized t-shirt on your body lifted with each step causing the bottom of your ass to peek out. Viktor was standing to start getting ready to leave, but paused to watch you walk away. Humming to himself in delight as he greedily watched how your body swayed each step and how incredibly smooth your ass looked. 

He grabbed his crutch and walked over to the door, waiting for you to see him out. Enveloping you in his arms he placed small kisses all over your face, until getting to your mouth and deeply kissing. Neither of you wanted to stop, evident by how each time one of you tried to the kissing would begin again- eventually you broke apart. 

"I’ll see you later, Viktor. Good luck..I love you..” You smiled sweetly, smoothing a hand at the side of his face and then turning to give him space to walk out. His arm reached out to grab your hand and pulled you back around. You spun quickly into him and met his gaze,

"Say that again." He whispered, and you leaned up to his face.

"I love you." You said passionately, smirking at his obvious desire. Viktor closed the door tight that he had previously opened, and advanced on you, pushing you against the wall and entwining himself with your body. In a flurry of sleepy movements across the wall, you both ended up back in the living room on the couch. He leaned you over the sofa, you spread your legs and swayed your barely covered ass behind you tauntingly. His fingers picked up the fabric covering you, slowly pulling it up to pool around your lower back to admire. You peered behind you seductively, awaiting him.

"Are you..too sore? Can I fuck you again?" He asked shyly, but his eyes were desperate.

"Please." You gruffly said across your shoulder, walking be damned- you didn’t care if you were bedridden from his lovemaking just as long as you got to feel him inside you one last time.

Viktor quickly undid his belt and hobbled over to place his foot on the cushion beside you, semi standing and slightly hunched over. After grabbing your hips to line you up, his other hand reached up to brace himself on the couch back and he pushed in with a baritone sigh.

——

Both scientists meandered around deep in thought, sporadically mumbling equations and scribbling on the chalk board with their calculations and discussing away. This testing round was proving difficult and there was little time before their meeting in the afternoon.

Jayce broke off to get his notebook that had notes that would be useful and he went through page by page to find the exact ones until he heard the scratching.

Viktor stood in front of the massive equations on the board completely concentrated, but his unoccupied hand viciously scratched around his neck and shoulders. It looked like it hurt, but he was oblivious…it was unnerving to watch and hear.

"What’s wrong?" Jayce asked, huffing out and walking over.

"Well I’m trying to figure that out, Jayce. If we changed the variable…" Viktor began but was cut off by Jayce walking up and peering at his collar.

"No I meant why are you tearing into your skin like this, you got a rash or something?" 

Viktor looked down to undo and unbutton his tie and collar, and the area he was scratching had a series of purple and redhickeys left by your feverish mouth from last night, that spanned across his neck, collarbone and chest along with several mosquito bites that were definitely irritated. His eyes went wide as the cold realization of what exactly he had just showed Jayce.

"Oh shit..what the-" Jayce began to ask but too quickly Viktor replied.

"I went for a hike last night, very buggy area.. must’ve gotten bit. Eh, it’s nothing."

He quickly closed his shirt and buttoned it with speed, nervously grinning and walking away from Jayce before he could read his face. Too late, Jayce wasn’t being fooled.

"A hike." Jayce deadpanned, obviously not convinced as he stared at Viktors crutch and his slightly worse posture that he usually got after a very hard day and he had exerted himself.

"Yes, last night. It was a nice night…refreshing." Viktor said in thought.

"Yeah, okay stud. Quit scratching so hard, it’s not gonna help and it’s distracting."

He added as he shook his head and began searching again for the passage, suddenly very itchy himself.. With his back to Jayce Viktor grinned, despite possibly having poison ivy and tons of bug bites it had been a very great night. The best night, especially falling asleep and waking up in your arms. He wondered what it was that he did that made him so lucky to have found you, to be loved so completely by you. Whatever it was, he felt honored to finally be yours, and you his. ___________________ Rough translations…sorry!: “Lasko”- Love

“Miláček”- Sweetheart 

“Pojď sem, kotě” - Come here, kitten

“Tak těsné, ano..- So tight, yes…

“Dobré ráno”- Good morning

___________________ If anyone wishes to know my thoughts on Viktors Natal chart..let me know! I’m a novice at astrology but I find it fascinating. Also please, please, please comment- even if it’s a keyboard smash or nonsense, I just really need feedback and a lil praise otherwise it feels like I write this for no one ;__;

[anathenaeum]

Benjamin "Ben" Florian

Notes:

Ben Florian is the son of Queen Belle and King Adam, who was once known only as “The Beast.” In my head-canon, he has an adopted younger sister named Sapphire.

Ben is holding a council meeting in his father’s stead. He is extremely anxious because it is his first time to hold a meeting. Despite encouragement from both Belle and Beast, the meeting goes horribly wrong and Ben loses his temper. In the end, Ben manages to find a solution to the problems and invites Grumpy to a one-on-one meeting, believing that it would be better that way and solves the situation peacefully. He then comes to believe in himself as the King that he is instead of the King everyone expects him to be.

Like Mal, he has a mystical dream. In his case, he finds himself the Isle of the Lost where he meets a strange girl with mischievous eyes and purple hair. While singing Once Upon a Dream on his date with Audrey, Aurora’s daughter, Ben realizes the relevance between the song and his dream.

This also explains the reason to why he feels pity for the children on the Isle of the Lost. Like them, he was born into his life, where everything was taken care of for him. Though he is proud to be his parents’ son and the future king of Auradon, he also felt trapped and started imagining how it would feel like for those children, who even had lesser choices than him. This prompts him to make the decision he does regarding the children on the Isle of the Lost.

Poised to take the throne, he makes his first proclamation and offers a chance at redemption to Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay when they are given a chance to attend Auradon Prep. Unlike his peers, he does not fear the trouble-making teens and embraces them as friends while he helps them navigate the unfamiliar land where goodness runs rampant.

One month, before being coronated King, Ben informs his parents of his first royal decree: to give the children of the Isle of the Lost a chance at redemption and to attend Auradon Prep. To ensure the safety of both his plan and the citizens, he decides to start small with the children who need the help most - Carlos, Jay, Evie and Mal.

He tries his best to befriend them and help, but his girlfriend Audrey is completely unwelcoming and takes him away, forcing Doug to take care of the tour and explanations.

Having been told how terrible Maleficent was in the past, Ben attempts reaching out to Mal the most. Because of this, he begins developing affection for her. He also helps get both Jay and Carlos on the Tourney Team. Unaware of the kids’ mission to steal Fairy Godmother’s wand, Ben is tricked by Mal into eating a cookie laced with a love potion. This actually proves helpful as this allows him to break up with Audrey and date Mal, finding they have more in common.

On a date, Ben swims in an enchanted lake, which removes the love spell from him. After Mal attempts to save him, thinking he drowned, he tells her that he can see her inner goodness is stronger than the evil she’s descended from. He continues faking being under the spell but genuinely shows love for her as the day of his coronation nears.

On the day he is to be crowned king, Ben rides in a carriage with Mal, who gives him a cupcake with the antidote in it. He eats it too early, then reveals that he has been free from the spell since their first date, and forgives her for her doing because he believed that she did not believe they could be together as long as he was with Audrey. When she questions whether he’d been faking his affection, he reveals that he’s truly in love with her as he gives her his signet ring. During the ceremony, Jane steals the wand to use its magic to improve her looks. Unfortunately, the wand unleashes a blast of magic that undoes the barrier around the Isle of the Lost, allowing Maleficent to escape and attempt stealing the wand. Ben talks Mal into listening to her heart, which subsequently convinces the others to do the same thing. They all decide to be good people of Auradon moments before Maleficent arrives and freezes everyone in the hall.

Ben is left happily surprised when the spell is undone thanks to Mal, Jay, Evie and Carlos, who used their combined goodness to shrink Dragon Maleficent to the size of gecko. They then proceed to celebrate their victory in the courtyard of Auradon Prep.

Ben is now in charge of everything in Auradon as its new king. Reports come in from various regions of the kingdom where unusual earthquakes and storms are hitting, and more disturbingly, a dragon has been spotted in Camelot Heights. Worried that they are in danger, the wizard Merlin asks for a petition to use magic. Worried that it would cause consequences, Ben instead decides to visit Camelot and observe the situation. He eventually finds out the monster is indeed a dragon, and many suspect it to be Maleficent’s doing despite her incarceration.

Ben returns to Auradon just as Mal and her friends are leaving for the Isle of the Lost to investigate matters of their own. Ben allows them to leave, putting faith in his girlfriend. After much investigation, Ben finds out that the dragon is not Maleficent, but from something else. He and Grumpy then investigate the Dwarf Mines, where he accidentally meets up with Mal’s team and the true culprit, Madam Mim. After a hard battle, Ben saves the day by pointing Excalibur (the sword borrowed from Camelot) at Madam Mim, forcing her to surrender. Merlin then sends everyone back to where they belong and seals the underground tunnel to keep the inhabitants of the Isle of the Lost from escaping.

Later, Ben goes to the Isle of the Lost to find Mal after he realizes she has left Auradon. Mal’s friends, Carlos, Evie and Jay, decide to go with him to help, but first they have to teach him their wicked ways so he can sneak around the Island without being recognized.

Verses:

The little prince: pre-Descendants and Descendants verse

King of anything: Descendants 2 and onwards

Road less traveled: any greatly-canon-divergent threads or AUs (can go along with any other verses)

AUs:

Borrowed babies: (Foster Care) foster brother

I solemnly swear that i’m up to no good: (Harry Potter) Hufflepuff fifth-year

There was an idea: (MCU) Inhuman who can shapeshift into a wolf

All that gleams and glitters: (Modern) plays football because his dad wants him to, but he would prefer to be in the library

Alternatively 1902: (Victorian) the heir to a fortune

Grow up with the land: (Wild West) the son of a widowed school teacher

Forward to victory: (World War II) volunteer soldier who lied about his age to get into the army

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