#sprinkle me in pixie dust

[ameliiorate]

"Okay...that's true! I guess I need to dig out my overalls from my trunk then!" She does have a couple pairs, but she prefers to use them when she's actually working outside, and that happens less and less since she has moved to the city. And her attire is so varying that Aiyana has not only her closet, but also a trunk full of clothes as well, an amore that sits at the end of her bed. Even now, she is wearing just a simple sundress, which had made it easy to strip earlier. "Domestic rats aren't dirty! And they like a spinning wheel as much as a hamster does, but! Hamsters do tend to be furrier, so there is more fluff to pet, so I am all for a hamster. Though we should get a pair of them! So that our pets aren't lonely. Just like we wouldn't want to live alone after living with each other, right?"

❝ maybe one day. ❞ he flashes her a hopeful smile, knowing that had to be something she's wanted for ages if she's put herself in a bit of a huff over it. ❝ um.. i don't think so? i always just associated overalls and dirty brown boots. i feel like a lot of people wear sundresses out these days. ❞ but what does he know about fashion, really? and to be completely honest, she was really the only girl he's paid attention to so naturally, his eyes were more often on her than anyone else. a quick nod hopes to validate her plan and at the mention of food again, he decides to make quick work of the rest of his dinner. it'd be a waste to eat it when it's cold. ❝ really? ❞ desmond inquires, mouth full of food but closed as a squirrel would. ❝ i didn't know that actually. i thought rats would be similar, ❞ he adds once he finally swallows, ❝ or that they were... unclean? diseased? am i totally wrong? i'm totally down with getting a hamster or something though! ❞

[ja3hwa]

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Day thirty-One - Dungeons and Dragons (Gang Bang)

【Synopsis】 : You want, needed to prove that you could achieve just as much greatness like the other guild members. So what better than a hunt that only you and your team can solve.

『Word count』 : 6.56k

-> Genre: Adventure Romance. SMUT. Sprinkle of angst.

Pairing: Ot8!Ateez x Fae!Reader

[Warnings] : Insults. Bar fighting. Mentions of Hongjoong being fwb with the reader. Pet Names. Tension!! Swearing. Getting trapped in a cave. Love confessions. Making out. Oral (multiple rec). Fingering. Breasts play and nipple play. Squirting. Cum eating? Inappropriate use of powers. Multiple orgasms. Unprotected sex. Rough sex. Manhandling. Dirty talk. Dom/sub dynamics. Marking. Biting. Blood drinking. Slight primal play. Sweet kisses. Facial. Slight size kink. Tummy bulge. Cum everywhere. Double penetration

Note: OH MY GOD HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!! Wow. I honestly can not believe we actually got here. 34 fics done and dusted. Ahh. Thank you all for enjoying my work (Ima be more gushy when I make a post later), but!! I will add, lowkey forgot reader had wings in this fic...sooo. just uh pretend they're retractable or something cause whoops silly me was too focused on reader getting dick to worry about her wings. Sorry, ahh.

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A little Fae like you was never seen as equal to anyone when it came to the hunting games. Every time you came to local bars looking for work, most contractors would just laugh, some even mocking you, saying you were just a little frail Fae. Not cut out for the bounty-hunting life.

You beg to differ.

You have fought your fair share of Orcs, Vampires and devil spawn. You weren't afraid to get a little dirty. But yet, one drunk can take a look at you, seeing your soft sheer wings and dub you weak. You were on your way through another town after having word of an impossible hunt. One that no one has ever been able to complete or lived to tell of their failures. But you had confidence on your side, cause unlike the lonely brutes you had agility, flexibility and most importantly magic.

They went through the trails with a ‘me hit thing first talk maybe later’. You planned to show all the hunters in the community that you were worth it. That every piece of gold you earned was because you knew how to fight and hold yourself. That you were equal to them.

“No.”

“What do you mean no!?” You were fuming at this point, having travelled all this was only for the dungeon master to tell you no bluntly to your face.

“I mean no. It’s a team quest. You need a team and besides…” He looked you up and down with a perverted look, a look you were all too familiar with. “You aren't exactly, hunter material princess.”

Your eye twitched at that last remark. You’ve heard about other hunters going in alone, so why have they seemingly changed the rules? Why now, when you wanted to try the trail, you weren't qualified, yet again. Sighing in defeat, you mumbled to yourself while heading for the door. If the dungeon master was not going to gift you passage, you’d find another way. “Stupid fuck, doesn’t even know what I’m capable o—Oof…”

“Hey, watch it!” A tall orc growls in front of you, sneering a huff in your direction. You had walked right into him without even realising, too focused in your own mind to notice the idiot lug of green mass blocking the front door.

“How about you get out of the doorway.” You spat back, looking up at the hideous beast. It felt like the tavern had gone silent upon seeing a tiny fae like yourself talk with such confidence towards such a beastly creature. But the beast did not falter at your words unlike the crowd, no, it laughed instead.

“And what are you going to do, pewny little pixie.” The orc hollowed, his wrinkled belly jiggling like a bowl of old porridge. Your face turned red, while your wings flared.

“I am not a pixie, you half-sighted boar!!” The tension in the pub thickened, seeing the large orc change colour. You had successfully angered the beast. In the corner of your eye, you can see the Orc reach for his hatchets, but before he could put skin to metal a whistle echoed through the hot air, stopping everyone's movements. 

"There you are." A deep voice caught everyone's attention. It was another orc, but only he was smaller, less green. It was Jeong Yunho, or more known as Stormcaller. “I thought I lost you.”

You gulped quietly at the feeling of his arm draping over your shoulder, his musky scent invading your senses. The orc that you have just been fighting with scoffed looking at the seemingly “display of affection”. In orc morals, if an orc has a claim on someone then another orc cannot do no harm. So with a frustrated grumble, the stinky lump goes to walk away.

“Let's get outta here, hmm.” Yunho's whisper was daring and seductive, a charm he always carried when he was around You. And as he held the door open, you couldn't help but feel annoyed for not doing anything. just to show off in front of the drunken idiots… So in a split second, you turned back to the orc who—had his back turned—using your magic to lift up his hatchet and drop it on his foot making the large beast let out a guttural howl.

“Dukhal…[Bastard].” You spat before exiting the establishment, a smirk on your face as you walked with Yunho who had an equally sly smirk painting on his perfect features.

-

“Do I even ask?” Hongjoong pinched his nose as he paced in front of you and Yunho.

“To be fair it was really fucking hot.” Yunho laughed while taking a sip from his waterskin. You blushed at his sly remark but your focus was on the sorcerer in front of you. You haven't seen Hongjoong since you were in his bed at some cheap cabin house during last winter. It wasn't the first time one of you had slipped into each other's company for a night. But there was something seeing him being here now that felt different from the rest.

Last time you and him were together he confessed, his team. His friends—that you were all too aware of—had been… curious about your relationship with their captain. In other words—well Wooyoung's words—“Do any of us have a shot.” You left quickly after that, without a word. You were overwhelmed. It wasn't that you hadn't thought about sleeping or being with any of them before. But actually accepting was another thing. It wasn't common to be in love with more than two people, let alone eight. You always felt like you were broken in that aspect. That something wasn't developed right in your head. So you ran… like you always do when it came to love.

“Well, you're glad the guild didn't disqualify us for it.” Hongjoongs stern words caught you from your thoughts.

“W-why would they disqualify you? I did it. Not Yunnie..” You picked at your fingernails as you bit the inner part of your cheek. You watched Hongjoong whip out a piece of paper from his back pocket. It was a quest sheet, one a Dungeon master gives you. It was for the hunt you tried to join today but what caught your eye was all the names on the sheet. His team and…you. 

“I had a feeling when you caught wind of this quest you'd come looking for a challenge.” His smile always made your stomach do flips. “That's why Yun was looking for you.” he snapped his gaze to the orc that was leaning against a fallen tree. “I just didn't think he would let anything like this happen.”

Yunho put his hands up in defeat but it was you to speak up. “It was my fault. I got carried away.” Hongjoong looked back at you, taking a step closer until his face was almost inches from yours. 

“I don't doubt that. You have always been one to cause a scene.” Hongjoong’s voice was low, sultry. It caused Yunho to stare intensely. Your face reddened more if that was even possible, desperately wanting nothing more than to seal your lips against his. But as a cough echoed from Yunho's directions, you looked away taking in a sharp breath. “Hm…Well, l-lets get to the camp. The others will be waiting for us.”

Your nerves rattled as you walked with Yunho and Hongjoong to where the rest of the team would be finishing up with packing the campsite. Readying themselves to start the quest. Yunho had taken your backpack even though you said you could carry it on your own. But as you heard Wooyoung's piercing scream you knew this was going to be a long adventure.

You stayed close to Hongjoong as you all walked to the “spelunca cupiditatis”. A cave system that most competitors never leave. No one knows what the unknown language was or who had named the caves but most people have come to terms that the translation must be “caves of death.

”We're here.” Yeosang who was standing at the front of the team, his tail swaying as he focused on the map. Everyone stopped to gaze at the entrance. There wasn't much death vibes coming from it?

“You really want to do this…” you heard Hongjoong's voice whisper beside you. Turning You see concern on his face. All of you knew how dangerous this journey was. You all knew that you might not come out of it alive, but it was a risk you were all willing to take. 

“Yes, Joong.” You grabbed his hand instinctively, letting the wandering eyes catch the obvious display of affection. “We do this together.”

Your smile always made Hongjoong feel better. If he was having a crap day he could always think about the times he made you laugh, your bright smile easing his heart. Your eyes fell from Hongjoong's for a moment, taking notice of all the men trying to pretend they were bluntly staring a moment ago. You couldn't help but giggle slightly, feeling a sudden tug to each of them in different ways. 

The twisted vines and jagged stones bearing witness to countless tales of desperation and ambition were now going to show the story of you and the team and as you take each step forward you hoped and prayed the story was going to have a happy ending. So your heart raced, not merely from fear, but from the presence of Hongjoong standing close, his hand barely touching your own. You were glad to have his comforting presence but it also began to cause a tingle in your throat. 

"We can do this," You whispered to yourself, trying to muster the confidence that had been wavering ever since you felt the bar. The energy was palpable as the eight men shifted uneasily, exchanging nervous glances that spoke volumes of the dread they shared. The “what ifs” loomed dangerously: what if they were the next failed adventurers? What if they never returned? Your what if were seemingly growing more and more worse by the second. Afraid of all of the boys' safety. What if they died trying to protect you? Trying to play hero was something they all had in common and it terrified you. 

You couldn’t bear the idea of losing any of them. Each connection you shared with them pulsed with its own rhythm, enchanting you more deeply. Hongjoong's with his intellect that intrigued you, Jongho's with his inhuman strength and siren-like voice that was always comforting, Yunho’s warmth that was always inviting, Wooyoung’s vampiric wit that sparked excitement with every glance, Ser San's honour inspired respect something you didn’t ever think to learn before meeting him, Seonghwa's darkness that beckoned your curiosity and kept you awake most nights, Mingi's caring and gentle nature that always made your heart swoon and finally Yeosang's charm was utterly captivating leaving you breathless every time he spoke to you.

You couldn’t lose any of them. They are all so important if one of them died you would never forgive yourself━“Angel?...Are you okay? You’re squeezing my hand pretty tight.” you hadn’t realised Hongjoong had sneakily grabbed your hand nor the fact you almost stopped the blood to his poor fingers. Loosening your grip you apologised without any context leaving Hongjoong in the dark. But before he could protest a loud gasp echoed in the chamber you all found yourselves in.

As you all stepped into the large room—determined, or perhaps foolish, as the door behind them slammed shut with a resounding echo. You felt your heart drop at the sound, knowing the first trial had begun. The room was a shocking contrast to the cave’s tunnels and foreboding entrance. Lavishly decorated, it felt eerily reminiscent of a cosy home with walls adorned in colours that hinted at warmth and something domesticated. Golden tapestries draping the sides, flowering vines climbing towards the ceiling. In the centre of the room sat a peculiar floating silver bowl, it's surface glittering against the odd ambience. Curiosity piqued, as you watched the boys approach the bowl, but the locked door at the far end caught Seonghwa’s attention. It felt like a challenge—a puzzle waiting to be solved. “Let’s figure out what this is,” Seonghwa suggested cautiously, running his fingers along the door before noticing hold wear marks like the door had not been opened in centuries… comforting.

San leaned over the bowl first, squinting at the ancient script engraved at the bottom through the water. “It’s fae-ish? Uh…” Yeosang had a gaze. “That's old ancient fae…”

You pushed the men aside, trying to shake off the looming fear as you took a look at the writing. You didn't know a lot of the old tongue, but you were able to piece the sentence together just. “To open is to be opened, and to love is to be one.”

“What does that even mean?” Yunho asked, scratching his head.

“I think it means we need to express our feelings,” Hongjoong mused, his brows furrowing as he considered the possibilities. “But it’s not going to be as easy as it sounds…

“Oh wait what if it's more than that!!”” Wooyoung interjected, his tone mischievous but his eyes betraying a spark of fear. “What if we, like, confess our secrets or something? Not just feelings? Maybe that’s the key!” He laughed, but a nervous energy laced his voice. All of you chuckled half-heartedly, the prospect of revealing hidden feelings uncomfortable. Yet, the idea lingered. After a brief debate, spurred on by Wooyoung’s folly. "I'll go first!" He declared, stepping forth a little too energetically. He started listing all his loves—how he cherished their friendship, how he admired each one of them—but when he finished, the bowl remained unresponsive and the door was still sealed tight.

“Incredible. You killed the vibe, Wooyoung,” Mingi teased, rolling his eyes. All of you stood there lost, maybe all of you had to confess something? Yeosang pitched the idea and though half of you didn't wish to be as embarrassing as Wooyoung, but you all knew it had to be done. So one by one, the guys took turns professing their feelings, but the bowl stubbornly remained silent. Feeling the weight of your own unspoken emotions, your heart pounded as you noticed Hongjoong's thoughtful gaze. Somehow, those soft eyes sent a current of courage through you as you took a deep breath.

"It's my turn, I guess.." you whispered, taking Hongjoonds hand gently. You could feel the warmth of his presence envelop you, making you almost forget about the pending entrapment. "I’m so sorry for running away. I was scared. I realised... I was in love with you. And the question you ask…I didn’t want to answer it in fear of upsetting you.” Tears pricked Your eyes, and you quickly turned to the bowl, your palms sweaty. And to your lost hope the door remained locked.

“Hey…” Hongjoong grabbed your chin softly so you would look at him again. 

“It..Didn’t work.” You felt so ashamed admitting to the single thing that's been eating at you and in front of not only Hongjoong but all of his team.

“It’s okay…We’ll figure it out.” Hongjoong wanted nothing more than to kiss your tears away right now but in the same breath was worried you’d recoil if he did. You just confessed you were in love with him and that was the reason why you ran when he offered his friends to you. You respected him too much to even admit that you had a slither of desire for his friends. “Let’s take a break, Wooyoung and Yeosang can get the food ready and use one of the torches to create a fire.” 

He took notice of the small air pockets in the roof so at least they wouldn’t die from loss of oxygen. All the men started to move around like nothing happened but you couldn’t stop thinking. What else did you need to say? Was love not enough? The ancient words echoed in your mind over and over again., “to love is to be one…To love… is to be…” A gasp left your lips as you understood now: it wasn’t just about a confession. With renewed determination, you took a step back, making Hongjoongs hold of your slip. “I know what we’re missing…”

Without thought, you took a bold step, holding Hongjoong’s hands in yours as he tried to walk you to the others, his eyebrow raised as he tried to question. “What are we missing?”

“There is an ancient story in my culture about two lovers that built tunnels to hide their love…along with their treasure.” You looked at each of the men, only half of them following with what you were saying. “The story had gotten lost in translation over the years but the basis of it is that the only way to reach their treasure was to ‘become one.’” It was like all the lights went on in their heads as you said the last line given it matched the writing in the bowl.

“That still doesn’t explain what we are missing,” San interjected.

“Yes, it does…” You smile feeling proud you figured it out. “When they say become one, they mean to connect in a showcase of love…” You look back to Hongjoong. “This isn’t about telling each other how much we love one another. It’s about showing it…”

The room was deadly silent, Hongjoong and the others quickly sensing what you were meaning. The door wanted a display of affection, aka, sex. “So that means…” Wooyoung spoke up.

“We gotta fuck to open the door,” Yeosang said bluntly with arms crossed.

You suddenly felt yourself being drawn into a web of lust and anticipation. Waiting to see what anyone might add. But as you watched Hongjoong lean down towards your ear you felt your breath hitch. "Every single man here wants to taste what's between your thighs, angel. They want to feel your soft skin, hear your moans, and watch you lose control. What I told you that night was true. We all want you…for a while now.”

Your heart quickened as a wave of heat washed over you. The thought of being desired by all men at once was almost too much to bear. Maybe you weren’t as broken as you thought. "I want  it…" You whispered, your voice catching in your throat. "I love all of you..."

“That’s my girl.” You could feel Hongjoong’s sly smirk against your ear as he suddenly stood up straight, taking you by the hand and leading you to the centre of the room. The others watched with hooded eyes, their cocks already beginning to stir with excitement and anticipation.

“This is really happening?!” Wooyoung gasped but Jongho was quick to elbow him causing the poor vampire to let out a wheeze.

“Shut the fuck up.” Was all Jongho said as they all went back to focusing on their leader and you. Slowly, Hongjoong began to undress you, peeling away your clothes layer by layer. His touch was delicate as if one wrong move would cause you to break. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest at the sheer thought of being bare in front of all of them. But as Hongjoong untied the string to your undercoat, it fell breathlessly off your shoulders, leaving you completely naked for all of their hot gazes to eye.

The cool night air that slipped into the cave caressed your exposed skin, leaving goosebumps and shivers down your spine. Hongjoong's fingers traced the curves of your body, his touch both gentle and possessive. Spinning you around so your back couldn’t be flush against his chest, he brought his hands up to cup your breasts, thumbing your erect nipples, while his tongue flicked out to taste the sensitive flesh of your neck. Giving all the boys a perfect display of him playing with your body. You moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder in surrender. You could feel Hongjoong's hard cock pressing against your ass, but he teasingly denied you both the pleasure of going any further.. no, not yet. He wanted to savour the moment. He needed to watch all his friends lose their composure.

So Instead, he thought of an idea, lifting you effortlessly, by using his magic to support you in the air slightly, he sank to his knees in front of you, positioning your pussy directly in front of his face. Hongjoong's tongue flicked out, licking your slit from bottom to top, causing you to cry out, your hands flying for his soft locks. He latched onto your clit, sucking and nibbling as his fingers plunged into your wet cunt quickly. Your hazy eyes stared down at him for a moment before catching the gaze of all the other men in the room. Each of them displaying their own build of need on their expressions while a few started to palm their own cocks through their pants. Your hips bucked uncontrollably as you neared your high, your juices coating Hongjoong's face, some even dripping down his chin and neck.

Out of all the boys, it was Seonghwa who couldn't contain himself any longer. Moving closer, his golden eyes piercing you while his dragon form shimmered just beneath the surface of his human appearance. He reached out, pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging them gently as he leaned in to nuzzle your neck. His flaming hot breath and sharp teeth left marks on your delicate skin. As he kissed and nibbled his way up your jaw before his clawed fingers gripped your chin to look at him.

“Such a sweet little fae. A soft little rabbit.” You could hear the dragon beneath his breath, steam pooling out his nose as he huffed. Breaking one of your hands from Hongjoongs hair, you came to rest it on Seonghwa’s cheek, beckoning him to close the gap between you. “You want a kiss baby?”

His sweet almost taunting words made our cunt clench around Hongjoong’s fingers, feeling yours tread closer towards the edge. “Please, Hwa. I want you to kiss him.”

You were desperate, wanting to know how the dragon would kiss. Is he a slow and sensual lover or does he fuck with roughness and passion? “Since you asked nicely…” He rotated his fingers from your chin to squeeze your cheek together pushing your lips out. And without another thought, he sealed his slips on yours. You could almost feel the fire on his tongue as he practically shoved the large snake-like appendage down your throat.

You gagged slightly, whimpers mixing with light coughs but you ended up finding the rhythm to breathe through your nose. But what caught you off guard was suddenly feeling another body on the other side of you. You couldn’t look over to see who it was but when you heard the grunt in your ear you could take a guess. “You look so cute, doll. So tiny compared to all of us.”

It was Yunho and of course, this huge orc of a man had a thing for sizes. He was busy palming his large cock that was straining against his pants. He released his erection in the next second, stroking its impressive length as he groped one of your plump breasts, rolling your sensitive nipple between his fingers, while his long tongue licked along your neck. Your body felt like it was on fire, the pleasure building to an unbearable level. Hongjoong's skilled fingers and tongue pushed you over the edge, while Yunho and Seonghwa’s tongues and hands worked their magic. You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you, your slick squirting and drenching Hongjoong's face and chest.

Hongjoong stood, still holding you, and looked at his friends with a satisfied smile, licking his lips as he panted. "So…Whose fucking her first?" he asked, his voice laced with challenge and lust, a cheeky pip making all the boys look at one another trying to figure out how they could possibly choose. Before anyone could respond, Wooyoung took it upon himself to take you for a spin. Using his vampire speed in a blur, he snatched you from Hongjoong's and the other's arms. He positioned you over one of the old chair-like couches, your hands grasping the rough split wood as he lined up his throbbing cock with your soaked pussy. 

And with a swift thrust, he impaled you, his length disappearing inside you in one smooth motion. Your and his screams mixed as the pleasure overwhelmed both of you, your body vibrating with the force of Wooyoung's frantic drilling. He pounded into you with his jaw slack, never feeling a better feeling than this. His hips were almost a blur, his cock fucking you deeper and deeper as he swore. “Fuck, you’re pussy is so fucking tight. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Are you sure Hongjoong has ever fucked you? You feel like a fucking virgin.”

The sound of his frantic jackhammering filled the room, wet flesh slapping against even more so wet flesh, your desperate moans, and Wooyoung's grunts of pleasure. The others watched in awe and slight jealousy. None of them even got to have a say on who went first, making them feel the possessiveness brew in their guts. Wanting nothing more than to have their turns. They all had their own hands working their cocks as they witnessed the erotic display of Wooyoung pounding you while you struggled to stay upright on the rickety chair. “WOo arh! AHH Wooyoung!!!”

Wooyoung's speed increased, and you could feel his vampire lust taking over. His fangs lengthened as he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "I'm going to fill that tight cunt with my cum, baby. You're going to take every last drop fucking drop while I get a taste of your sweet blood.”

“Yes! Yes! Please, b-bite me.” You have no clue where your filter went but it clearly was left outside the cave. You heard a dark chuckle from the undead man pounding you and before you could beg again you felt his sharp fangs pierce your soft skin. His grunt as he drank from you, sent your mind spiralling as you quickly fell into another orgasm, your walls clenching around Wooyoung's thick cock tightly making the vampire tip over to his own release. His growls were almost primal, feeling your pussy clench around him while he tasted your blood rushing through him. He slammed into you one last time, his cock twitching as he flooded you with his cold cum, finally unlatching his fangs from you, making sure to lick up the wound so it could heal.

You slumped forward, as Wooyoung gently lowered you completely onto the chair. He kissed your cheek before grabbing your chin so he could seal his lips against your own, his tongue exploring your mouth as he let you taste your own blood.

"Damn, that was a sight," Hongjoong said, a smile playing on his lips as he crossed his arms. "But we're not done yet, are we, Angel?" He points to the door, seeing it hasn’t moved even an inch. You, still catching your breath, looked up at the circle of lustful men surrounding you making you visibly gulp with a small smile.

Sitting up slightly to sit on your ass, while biting your lip as you spread your legs to show all Wooyoung’s cum drip out of your puffy cunt. It was like it hypnotised all of them but without as much as a peep, Mingi came stomping over, as you suddenly found yourself in his powerful grip.

He spun you around, so he could take your place on the chair as his eyes darkened with lust, lowering you onto his lap. You gasped as you felt his thick cock sink deep into your sensitive pussy without a care. And to say this man was fucking huge all over, he was fucking huge all over. Stretching you further than you thought possible, and you couldn't help but moan loudly, your screams bouncing off the walls in sheer desperation.

Mingi growled, a low deep sound that sent shivers down your spine and tingles in your tummy. He began to move, thrusting up into you with fierce, rapid snaps of his hips. Your nails dug into his chest, scratching lines into his tanned skin as he marked your hips with his strong grip. The sensation of being fucked so roughly had your head spinning and seeing stars. Your cries grew louder, your voice hoarse and filled with need. But if that wasn't enough, Yeosang joined you. He grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. You let out a yelp at the sting while his other hand tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his intense almost sadistic gaze. Then, without warning, and a big sly smirk, he sunk his cock into your waiting mouth. You moaned around his length, your eyes rolling back as you tried to relax your throat to take him in whole. Yeosang began to move, fucking your face with the same precision and determination that Mingi had. Your mouth filled with the taste of him, making you crave more. “That’s it pet, your throat is so warm. Are you going to let me paint this pretty face? Hmm?”

Mingi and Yeosang moved together in a frenzied rhythm. Mingi's cock pounded into your pussy, hitting your deepest spots, while Yeosang used your mouth for his own pleasure, holding your head in a tight grip as he thrusted deep. The sting tickled down your throat and the burn was tight in your jaw but you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body trembling with the effort of holding back your orgasm. Mingi must have sensed you were close because he reached down, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in firm circles. Your cries were muffled by Yeosang’s cock while your juices flowed as you came hard, your pussy clenching around Mingi tightly. With a loud grunt, he emptied himself into you, his hot cum mixing with Wooyoung's, filling you to the brim.

“Fuuuckk.” Mingi moaned at the same time, Yeosang pulled out of your mouth, jerking himself quickly as he shot his load all over your face and tits, marking you with his release. You panted, your body spent, but you had little time to recover as the next man stepped forward to claim you.

“My turn, honey…” Jongho, using his inhuman strength, he lifted you up easily, wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you up against the nearby wall. You smiled lazily at him as he used what seemed like to be his shirt to wipe off Yeosang’s cum from your face. He gently licked the rest of Yeo’s seed, before kissing your cheeks tenderly. “Such a pretty baby…”

His sweet murmurs made your heart skip and your tummy tingle as you giggle. He held you close, gently stroking your hair as the other hand that held your thigh squeezed gently, easing the ache in your limbs. Your arms wrap naturally around his neck, reciprocating his love but gifting him kisses in return. But as he lifted you higher slowly, you knew what you were in for. His cock was already slick with your juices as he sunk into you carefully taking his time with you. His lips captured your cries as he devoured your mouth losing himself with every inch that sinks deeper inside your ruined cunt. You tasted Yeosang on his tongue, and it only served to heighten your forever-growing arousal.

Jongho may have started off softly paced but his thrusts soon became relentless, pounding into you with his superhuman strength, his thick cock hitting your sweet spot over and over. You couldn’t help but squirm in his hold, your legs tightening around his waist as you bucked your hips out of rhythm, feeling another orgasm building, quicker than the last. And just as you were about to fall over the edge, you felt your body being taken away from the wall, as it was replaced with a warm body and another cock nudging the entrance to your pussy. San’s charming chuckle made your foggy mind spin as he whispered in your ear, "Take a deep breath, beautiful,"

And then he was pushing into you alongside Jongho. The sensation of being so full sent you into a frenzy, and you came uncontrollably as if you had lost all control over your body. Your cunt clenched around both cocks as your juices squirted out, soaking the floor below you. The display was erotic within itself, as all the men kept their stares on the fresh entertainment. Jongho couldn't hold on any longer, and with a roar, he stopped his hips with a staggering whine, filling your puffy pussy with his hot seed. San followed soon after, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into also. You felt so full with four different loads deep inside you. You could feel it slowly drip out of you as one cock pulls out of you and a new one replaces it. You felt like a used sex toy, used, abused and completely satisfied.

You slumped against Jongho, your body spasming slightly from the overstimulation but you surprisingly begged for more. Your teary eyes glanced at the door for a moment, a part of you was wishing it was opened already so you could relax. But the other part wanted it to only open after you had your fill of each man in the room. And speaking of them…There were now just two men left, and they approached you with hungry eyes. Seonghwa and Yunho, each presented a tempting offer of passion, roughness and a lingering darkness… Yunho growled, his voice deep and rumbling, "It's time for the main event, little one."

Seonghwa had laid out a sleeping bag, a devious smile on his face. Yunho, gently but firmly, grabbed your figure from the other men before laying you down, your limbs splayed as you basked in the afterglow of your previous highs while also finally getting to relax without standing or being uncomfortably in the air. Yunho positioned himself between your legs, his cock a stunning green and unnaturally large. You couldn't help but bite your lip as you anticipated him, your pussy already beginning to throb with need. “Y-your so big…”

“I get told that a lot.” Yunho’s voice was cocky, charming and deep. He knew he was good and it showed. His hands grabbed the back of your legs where your knees crease, bending you almost in half. Your pussy was wide on display at this angle but there was no time to gawk as Yunho sunk into you slowly, his cock stretching you to your limits. You were mentally glad San and Jongho had fucked you together now to help you with this sting of Yunho almost breaking you.

You couldn't help but moan nonetheless, your nails digging into the sleeping bag as you tried to adjust to his size as quickly as you could. Once he was fully bottomed out inside you, he studied your face. Watching your brows knit and bend with a painful pleasure. He began to move, his hips snapping forward with each thrust while his balls slapped against your ass loudly. If you weren't so drunk on the idea of being passed around, maybe you’d be embarrassed by the sound. But right now all you cared about was getting this large orc’s cum deep inside your cunt.

Seonghwa came to stand beside you both, and with a gentle hand, he tilted your head up, urging you to take him in your mouth. With wide eyes you did so willingly, your gaze fluttering closed in pleasure as you sucked his length. Seonghwa threaded his fingers into your hair, holding you in place as he began to fuck your face, his hips moving in tandem with Yunho's. “What do you know, you’re throat does feel good, fuck.”

“You should try this pussy.” Yunho grunted, spitting onto your clit before rubbing it harshly. “I could stay in it forever.”

You were in complete ecstasy, your body being used exactly as you had always craved. Pleasuring all your boys, gifting them what they desire while also taking your own pleasure. You couldn’t ever ask for more. You scratched your nails down Seonghwa's thighs, marking his perfect skin as you felt Yunho's cock reach places no one ever had. Your pussy was on fire in the best way, and you could feel the bulge of his cock deep in your tummy as if he could literally rearrange your guts. You knew Yunho was huge, but the sensation of being so utterly filled was indescribable.

Seonghwa moaned, his hands tightening in your hair as he grew closer to the edge, moaning your name over and over. You looked up at him, your eyes glazed with lust, and you felt a wave of confidence to suck him harder, your throat relaxing to take him in deeper. Seonghwa groaned, his cock twitching as his hips stuttered, “Fuck fuck fuck. Lord nargh…” He filled your mouth with his release, his cum coating your throat as you tried your best to swallow it all.

Yunho, too, was close, his grunts and the slapping of his hips against your ass the only sounds in the spacious cave. And with one final thrust, he buried himself as deep inside you as he could, coming with an endless amount. His cock pulsed as he shot his thick load, letting you feel him twitching and shifting inside you. His fingers did not cease as he was on a mission to make your pussy throb with satisfaction. “Come on baby, cum for me. I wanna feel you cream around my huge fucking cock.”

You screamed, Seonghwa suddenly pulling out of you while you tightened around Yunho. He felt a second load empty as you milked him dry. He quickly pulled out right after, his cock slipping from your pussy with a wet pop. Laying on the sleeping bag, your body sticky with cum and satisfied beyond measure. The eight men stood around you, their eyes hungry as they admired their handy work. It was almost as if you all forgot where you were or why you were there in the first place.

But suddenly it was like the air shifted. The door behind all of you had creaked open, light spilling into the room like a promise of hope, illuminating your path forward. You sat up slowly with the help of Seonghwa and Hongjoong, smiles painted on all your faces. Leaning against Hongjoong’s chest you took a breath before speaking with a hoarse but soft voice.

“It worked…”

[lilacgaby]

title: fairy tale

✩pairing: dragonking!katsuki bakugo x tinkerbell!fem reader

lover or best friend? you two couldn't help but to blur the lines.

summary: katsuki's life had been flipped onto its head, who knew some pixie dust was all he needed?

princes weren't to be excluded from the rest of the village kids.

that's how his parents ruled, they believed that a humble king would be a good king, and that to teach humility would be ensuring the prosperity of their kingdom for generations to come.

unfortunately it didn't really stick with katsuki, who had all the village kid praising him as early as age five. everyone would congratulate him on being so cool, so strong, so smart, such a prince.

until izuku was found to have the king of another kingdom's blood running through him.

being lied to was something katsuki hated even at that young age of seven. he hated not heing in the know, and to have his rival, who he'd race in sport, in magic practice, even at lunch lie to him? to have him in reality be his equal?

it was too much, so he escaped to the hidden area of the royal gardens he'd stumbled upon once.

he let the tears fall freely there, his head in his knees as he rocked back and forth. the rushing of water the only noise he heard accompanied by his crying.

he felt the feeling of something landing on his knee, instinctually he jumped and moved to swat it, making the 'thing' hang to his leg.

he heard the noise of a bell ringing and when he looked down he saw..

a fairy. a real life fairy? he must've been dreaming. they weren't real, just a tale told of time. but as you were there, dandelion-sized and pouting at him, hands stuck your sides as you looked at him adorably,

he knew you were real.

he kept hearing the sound of jingles come from your mouth. from his expression, he saw that something suddenly clicked in your head. you mouthed, "oh.. duh!" and smacked your forehead before sprinkling some glittery thing all over you, and moving to sprinkle it onto him as well.

he felt like he was floating, because he was. "agh! woah!" he exclaimed, moving about only a couple inches of the ground.

"can you hear me now crying boy?" he heard the fairy say, no malice behind their words.

"i-i can hear you." he said, before letting out a surprised "umpf" at the sensation of being dropped back onto the ground.

you landed back on his knee, but this time he noticed a somber expression on your small face as well.

"u-uh. what's wrong fairy.. girl?"

"it's [name].. and.. i lost my hollow. i think they had to leave without me." you said dejectedly, hiccuping slightly between your words.

"so, can i stay with you crying boy?"

he wiped the last of his tears off his face, before scopping you up in his hands. "it's not crying boy, it's katsuki. and yeah, i'll take care of you."

at the news, you did a happy spin in the palm of his hand. "thank you cr- katsuki!"

he carried you around in his pockets all day. he'd poke holes in his expensive cloths just so you could see what he was doing and talk to him. he had shown you to izuku on accident once, him catching katsuki in the act of feeding you maple syrup from his morning breakfast.

as you spoke, even though katsuki could hear the actual words.. "kacchan, does your doll have a bell in it?" nobody else could hear you.

"it's not a doll, get out deku!"

you grew up alongside katsuki, always on his shoulder or his hand, staying close to him because he felt like home personified to you.

and for him, you were his rock. to think someone as small and fragile as you held his deepest secrets, wants, desires, nightmares and all was funny, but he loved you despite it.

for your birthdays he'd get you a new fresh flower to make a dress out of, and for his birthday you'd make him a map with all the best treasure troves you remembered on it.

at night, he'd made you a tiny makeshift bed that he'd lay close to his pillow, the small snores and yawns you'd make in your sleep becoming his lullaby.

the first crowning trial he went on with you. you two were walking-- well you were laid on his shoulder, and he was ranting about how annoying everyone was and how easy this was going to be. "that damn deku loves mocking me, can you believe he sent a letter asking to go on this trail together?"

"are you sure he wasn't just trying to be nice?"

"nice? you don't know the first thing about humans name, he wrote a smiley face at the end of the letter- a smiley face!"

"isn't that a nice thing to do?"

"between friends yeah, but rivals like us? that's like putting a coal down my back."

"oh." you pondered out loud, looking at the sky thoughtfully.

"besides, who needs his help when i have you. all we have to do is find that shitty egg, hatch it, and bring that dragon back. easy as pie."

"but we don't know how to hatch it! nobodies hatched one of those eggs for years! weren't you listening??" you said, now jumping down to fly in front of his face.

"yeah, yeah, but those past guys were me, and they didn't have an awesome fairy like i do." he remarked, stopping to let you lay in his hand.

"damn straight!" you high fived with his pinkie as you continued the journey.

the journey was about a month to get to the mountains, at night you two would have campfires, in day you'd continue moving west while he simultaneously looked for small food for you and charred random boars for him.

he'd managed to find a pixie tree one day, you were so excited as you dragged him to the pool of it, covering him in the dust as he flew with you for he first time. he stayed up there with you for a surprisingly long time, the scared expression on his face as he moved off the ground with you grabbing him by the finger was so funny to you. your laughs reached his ears and made his face scrunch up in annoyance.

with you pulling him around, you covered a lot of ground that day, the signs of the fairy dust running out made you set him on the ground, his legs still wobbly from the experience.

"that was.. weird."

"not fun? you're so boring katsuki!"

"where's my coat??"

"...

i'll go get it.."

the rest of the journey was easy.. if katsuki ignored the hawk that just snatched you out of the sky at the base of the mountain.

you screamed, preparing yourself for your fate as.. the hawk was burnt to a crisp in the sky, falling to the floor with you still in its talons.

"katsuki! you saved me."

"yeah, couldn't have them taking you. you're staying in here from now on." he placed you on his shoulder, tucking one of your legs under his necklace.

"right." you said saluting.

he treked up the mountain, it was tall so the air was getting thin as you two went up. he saw the cavern across the way, they finally had made it.

"let's go." he said, as if you had a choice while being on his shoulder. he walked in, greeted by the site of a dragon's skeleton, and a single, humongous gold egg.

the egg had to have been.. at least bakugo's height. when katsuki used a bit of his fire he saw the dragon inside. since it's been there since the last kings reign..

it had to be 18 too? no wonder it was huge.

"that's a big dragon, how're ya gonna hatch it?" you asked, flying on top of it.

"pfft, i'll figure it out. maybe those assholes before me weren't smart or strong enough."

"right.. well go ahead."

- - -

he tried until the sun went down.

nothing worked. hell he even tried asking it nicely, all to have you laugh when it didn't work. "fuck this and damn you, you damn.. fairy!"

in his anger he threw his coat, which sent the small satchel of your fairy dust flying onto the egg. in panic, katsuki jumped to keep it on the floor.

"what the--" is all he said before the egg started to crack. no. it was hatching?

you flew over observing the situation, katsuki jumped back when a particularly large piece of egg cracked off, and the dragon inside started to move.

"ack!" she flew behind katsuki's head as the dragon jumped out with a confused, "huh?"

...

"i did it! im the king now! hey dragon! you're coming with me!" katsuki said victoriously, in his own little happy world as you flew over to the dragon.

"hi dragon guy, im [name]."

"you're small."

"duh im a fairy, anyways what's your name?"

"oh.. i think it was eijiro kirishima."

she pulled his finger, leading him out the remnants of his shell. "you wanna come with us eijiro? you'll get to be a dragon knight i think."

"cool! i'm in!...

what's a knight though?"

she smacked her head, "ah, i'll explain it later. put these on and let's go kat--" the sight of katsuki sleeping on the floor made her realize how tired he was.

"uh, let's stay here for the night actually, i'll catch you up on all the cool stuff about the world."

"okay!"

you talked all night to the curious dragon, explaining the ins and outs of his future life, your role in katsuki's life, and about your adventures that you'd surely go on.

"hey [name]."

"yes?"

"uh, so kings they have queens right? who's katsuki's queen? is it you?"

you jumped. "ah! no way. he'll.. he'll probably get one when he goes back though." you said, realization setting in as you spoke.

"you don't sound very happy [name]."

with a tight-lipped smile as you rested your head on your hand, you whispered, "i'm not happy at all, actually."

you two went to sleep after that, you suddenly felt tired for some reason. though you know you shouldn't have felt so possessive over katsuki anyways.

you'd developed a crush over him for forever. but you'd have to see him go, see him leave with another.

your fists clenched the leaf covering you,

you couldn't stand it.

the journey started out livelier than normal for katsuki. he'd been listening to the damn dragon's rambling for half a day now, at least he was a natural born hunter. he noticed you being a bit more quiet than usual, he thought you were taking a nap on his shoulder but you were awake, staring between your two legs.

"hey, [name]. what's up with you?"

"yeah [name]! you're so quiet."

you snapped out of your daze, a polite smile on your lips. "ah! it's nothing, just uh-- hungry i guess. and tired, i don't have any dust left."

"well you should've said that earlier. we can get some tomorrow morning." he knew you were lying, but he didn't want to press you with the dragon around. he'd ask you when you two got back to the castle.

the rest of the month passed by like that. he had grown fond of the new dragon that'd serve to be his personal knight, he was dedicated, strong, but just so talkative.

you were spaced out often, waving off his concerns with a limp hand. hiding in his cape as they entered the kingdom.

they were greeted with celebrations all round, it seems news had traveled quickly of the dragon. back pats and smiles were all that greeted bakugo as he walked up to his parents.

with a tearful gaze, his father placed the crown upon his head. "you are now king katsuki. your official coronation is tomorrow but.. we wanted to do this with you personally."

"you finally did some good kid, now comes the hard part. you'll need to pick a wife tomorrow."

the air was zapped out of his and your lungs. "hell no, i'm not choosing shi--"

"yes you are, or you can hand that crown over right now. we're having inko get some of the towns most gorgeous women and some eligible princesses are coming to visit. you will choose someone by the end of the night. congratulations son, you're a king now."

he tsked. "whatever. let's go dragon face." as kirishima followed him out, he led him to a room connected to his. "this is your room, i'll get you tomorrow morning. go to sleep."

"yes sir! wow he's so manly." he said before walking inside and verbally gasping at the room.

"you, come out already. " he said, pulling his cape off and laying it on his bed. you were teary eyed as you sat cross legged. "what's up with you? you've been weird this whole trip?"

"it's nothing."

"it's not nothing, you've been ignoring me and i'm pissed off already. tell the truth already."

your feelings were about to burst, your tears already free falling down your face. "be quiet." you whispered.

"no i don't think i will, because you'll just keep sitting here and ignoring me!"

"i love you! and i shouldn't because it'd never work!" she cried. a moment of silence passes. "i-im leaving."

"to where? hey- where are you going?"

"i don't know."

she flew, the only sight he had of her being her moonlit wings as she disappeared out of his sight.

he couldn't believe it.

he couldn't believe his feelings were reciprocated. he fell asleep to the thoughts of you, and he woke up still preoccupied.

as they prepared him for the ceremony, dousing him in jewels and diamonds, all he could think about was you.

as he walked to his throne where he'd sit until he found a bride, all he thought off was you.

and as they placed the crown on his head, all he thought of was how he'd never be here without your help.

as he stood around in a corner, princesses and village women occasionally attempting to start up conversations with him only to be let down by his cold nature, he thought about if you'd show up.

you'd been by his side for 18 years, he swore it was your birthday today too. he had picked out a flower perfect for you, just like he always did.

but now he wouldn't even get to see you, he thought, fist tightening on his slacks. eijiro had knocked on his shoulder, asking him to go out with him to the gardens for a second. he agreed and walked over.. where.. you were standing there.

only now you were human-sized, an angelically white dress encapsulated you as you stood by the waterfall. your wings were big and shiny as you finally noticed him, smiling.

"katsuki. you look- pfft. handsome." you joked. oh yeah, his hair was slicked down. he walked over to you, taking your hand into his for the first time.

"[name]? it's really you?"

"mhm, cmon." she led him to the secret garden where they'd first met.

"how--"

"i could always turn myself this big, it just takes a bit."

"..about what you said earlier. i..

i love you too [name]." katsuki said, averting his eyes from you but holding your hand tightly. "as a small fairy or as an equal to me.. i-- i really do care about you. i never could've done this without you.

so, uh.."

"just kiss me."

and he did so, the flowers being witness to both of your first kisses.

he felt like he was on cloud nine, never imagining this day would have ended so joyfully, with you by his side.

and with you now officially ruling next to his.

(tagging people i think would enjoy this very much: @kovu-bunnbunn @napbatata @elarakive )

[bookishjules]

i fear the sizzy magic may simply be too strong, my friend

I'm going to become obsessed with Sizzy after this reread, aren't I. @bookishjules

[eleonoraalbright]

 Happy Thoughts

Pairing: Peter Pan x fem!reader

Summary: You think of a bit of an embarrassing (but happy) thought to fly when Peter Pan shares some of his pixie dust. Fortunately for you, he seems to have his suspicions of what it is.

You shifted your position on the damp ground. A heavy dew covered grass and dirt underneath, making it uncomfortable to stay sitting in one place for too long. A rare, peaceful silence reigned over the early morning of the island, punctured only by a Neverbird’s solemn cries on the distant shores every few minutes.

Not even a jaguar’s yowling was heard to disturb the tranquility that blanketed the jungle. Your eyes darted around the forested area, waiting for a single action that would change the quiet environment into the wild and tumultuous atmosphere once again.

Nothing happened, causing your apprehensiveness to increase second by second. You blew out a long breath to calm your frayed nerves and focused on your task. Your spear shaft had split in two the day before when fishing; it broke when you slipped on the slick rocks in the river and fell on the weapon.

Repairing the spear was tedious, but you counted yourself lucky that it was a broken spear and not a broken rib instead. Such an injury would be a death sentence here in Pan’s kingdom as he wasn’t the most caring person when it came to tending to the wounded.

You jumped slightly when a strong hand gripped your shoulder. You glanced to your left to see none other than Peter Pan himself. His lips were twisted in his usual sly smirk; he seemed to take enjoyment from startling you.

You tilted your head away from him in an effort to put distance between you two. Were your eyes playing tricks on you in the dim light, or did he move an inch closer to close the gap? 

He said in a low voice, “You’re rather tense today.”

You gave him a halfhearted smile. “Gotta stay vigilant to keep outta trouble.”

“That’s probably a good attitude to have here.” He edged near and his lips brushed against your ear as he continued, “Still where’s the fun in not getting into any trouble?”

You grinned back. “Now’s the time for work, not trouble–” You held up your splintered weapon. “–Unless you wanted to play a trick on the boys while they’re sleeping?”

“No, not this morning. I came here because I need you to do something for me.”

“Okay, what is it?” You placed your broken spear on the ground and stood up, dusting off your clothes. When Pan asked someone to do a task, it came first. To your surprise, he offered his hand to you. You took it with a little hesitation as he had never done this before.

His fingers intertwined with your own and he led you away from the slumbering camp. He followed a well-beaten trail which you realized led to the cliffs on the Eastern side of the island. He talked as you both plodded along the path. 

“Are you familiar with pixie dust?”

You racked your brain for any possible information on the subject so as not to appear ignorant in front of your leader. “Uh, fairies make it and it’s important?”

“That is the general gist, but do you know why it’s valued?” You shook your head no. Why was he asking you these questions? Did he have a plan involving pixie dust? While pondering a feasible reason for his sudden interest, you came out of the jungle to the cliffs.

Pan released his grip on your hand and breathed in the ocean’s salty air. Clouds stretched across the horizon, blocking the dawn’s rays. You heard the waves crash far, far below. It was a magnificent sight to behold. Pan spoke which caused your attention to snap back to him. “Do you?”

“Um, I’ve heard rumors that it can find gold or silver if sprinkled over a pickax.” 

“That’s rubbish.” The visceral disgust with which he said it made you wince. Well, that had been the wrong thing to say; it’d be best to keep silent except when you knew the answer for certain. “It gives one the power to fly.” You gasped at the information. The ability to fly, how wonderful! 

You had often daydreamed of soaring in the sky like the birds did. Why was he telling you this? Was it possible that he had acquired some? As if in answer to your unsaid question, Pan untied an unremarkable pouch from his belt and raised it to eye level. “As it happens our dear friends, Hook and his crew, have procured some for my use.”

“That’s great, but what’s this got to do with me?”

“That’s what I like about you, wasting no time and always getting to the heart of the issue.” Pan tossed the pouch in the air and caught it. “Once you pour the dust over yourself, you must think of a happy thought to fly. Would you like to try it?” Wow, you didn’t think he’d offer. You opened your mouth to say yes, but paused.

You would love to fly, swoop in and out of the clouds, and see the entire island from high above. It was too good to be true. Peter Pan didn’t seem like the type to share such a glorious experience. What was the catch? He must have noticed your misgivings because he said, “Do you think it would be wise to rebuff my generosity?”

You took the hint (or threat) and reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of green glittery dust. You pondered on Pan’s next instruction: Think of a happy thought. You liked romping around with the Lost Boys, but was that a happy enough thought?

You liked laying on the beach, soaking up the warm sunshine. That was restful, but were you truly happy or just content? It wouldn’t do if you messed up this opportunity by not thinking of a happy enough thought. Pan wouldn’t be pleased if you wasted his pixie dust. You cleared your throat. “Does it have to be a happy memory or…”

“It doesn’t have to be a memory, just a happy thought. What’s the first one that comes to you?”

Your gaze fell upon his lips and the thought of him kissing you flew into your mind. Butterflies flitted around in your stomach; if that wasn’t a happy thought then you weren’t sure what was. Smiling, you flung the dust on yourself and concentrated on the thought of Peter pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss.

You felt a tingling sensation overtake your entire body. It was as if a dozen feathers danced over your skin, causing goosebumps, and a laugh escaped you at the ticklish feeling. You floated a few feet up in the air. It was similar to how you floated in the water, but a thousand times lighter. 

You twirled in circles and moved your arms in a swimming motion to move forward. You maneuvered over the cliffs, looking down at the ocean below. Peter grinned at the sight and he sprinkled some dust onto himself as well.

He started to hover in midair too and taking your hand, flew higher up. You and Pan glided through the sky; the jungle beneath you was a dark green mass with colorful spots of flora sprouting up at random. 

You spied what you assumed was a wolf pack drinking from a small pool of water, and the camp where the Lost Boys were now waking up. You swept past the tree tops and heard the monkeys chattering in surprise at the fliers.

Pan pointed upwards and flew higher and higher up until he was lost among the clouds. You followed him the best you could, but it was clear that he had more experience with this. 

Seeing his boot poking out of a bunch of clouds, you flew towards it. As you came closer, he popped out to drag you into the cloud, thus soaking your clothes. He let go and disappeared again. It became a game of hide and seek, Peter concealing himself within the cloud puffs and you attempting to catch him. During the game you and Peter came across a flock of birds you had never seen before. 

They were about your size and had long, thin beaks. Their plumage was a dazzling rainbow ranging from a deep scarlet to a pale lilac color. Peter plucked a feather from one of the poor birds who gave a loud squawk and tried to peck him. Paying it no mind, Peter gave the feather to you. Thanking him, you stuck it in your hair and soared off to plunge once more into the clouds. 

After a while, you were out of breath from the exertion of flying. Who knew it would be this tiring. You decided to lay on your back and simply float and he joined.

It was so relaxing you didn’t notice the pixie dust wearing off, however, Peter did. Enjoying the weightlessness and the tropical breeze blowing by, your eyes closed and you slipped into a light nap as he carried you down. 

While Pan hung a few feet above the ground, he looked at your dozing form and dropped you. Landing with a big thump on the ground, you woke up. “Ow!” You rubbed the back of your head where you felt a small bump already growing.

Pan smiled as he lowered himself with far more gentleness. That’s what you get for falling asleep in Pan’s arms. You were just lucky he didn’t drop you from a greater height. 

Peter snickered and sat down next to you. “Have a good time?” 

“I did. The last bit was a bit abrupt, but all the same… Thank you, Pan, for sharing the pixie dust with me. It was a terrific thing to be flying and I’ll never forget it.” You were positive that every night after this would be spent trying to recapture the absolute dream that this morning was. 

“I’m glad it worked. I wasn’t sure if Hook was telling the truth about the dust. I half expected it to turn you into a worm.” It wasn’t shocking to know he used you as a test subject; this wasn’t the first time nor would it be the last, such was the price to live in Pan’s domain. You were never safe in Neverland but that didn’t mean there wasn’t any fun to be found. He asked, “Tell me, what was your happy thought?”

You froze at the innocent question. You had to lie to him. It would be disastrous if Pan discovered your happy thought was locking lips with him. Pretending to be indifferent, you stretched yourself on the grass and answered him. “A big feast. One with lots of good food.”

Pan scoffed, “Food? Really? That was your happy thought.”

“What? Food can’t bring happiness? Food’s delicious and you can’t survive without it. Anyway, it worked, didn’t it?”

“Granted, it can bring happiness but not the amount that the pixie dust requires. Do you wish to know mine?” You shook your head no and began to say that you didn’t when he drew nearer. He placed his hands on either side of your reclined body.

He said, “I thought of you.” Your eyes widened at his confession and your astonishment grew as he continued saying, “Your smile in particular. Did you know that it's the most beautiful sight in Neverland? Not even the mermaids can hold a candle to it and they’re quite the charmers too you know.” His head dipped lower until his lips were a hair’s breadth away from yours. 

You remained motionless in case the smallest movement should have him reconsider the action he was seconds away from doing. Your eyes fluttered close as Peter pressed his lips against yours in a delicate kiss. Your heart was beating so fast it seemed it would burst from all the excitement and ecstasy it was experiencing. 

The kiss was exactly as you had imagined it would be but better because it was no longer a silly fantasy to be indulged in late at night when you were alone. This was reality; the most marvelous reality ever. Feeling him start to pull back, you cupped the back of his head to prolong the kiss. You wouldn’t be satisfied by a mere peck. Peter had no qualms about this and even grazed his tongue along your bottom lip. 

He sank down so his body was parallel to yours. You encircled your arms around his neck to bring him closer. How long you remained there, coiled within each other's heated embrace was a mystery. It felt all too short yet the longest period of your life. A rustle from the bushes caused you two to break apart. 

The wind picked up and a strong gust rushed through the forest. You cursed the stupid air currents for their poor timing. You would have wanted to carry on with kissing except Peter took the opportunity to say, “Are you still sure it was food you thought of to fly?”

You ran your fingers through his hair which had been your dream for a long while. “It seems there is no keeping secrets from you, Peter Pan.” In this one instance, you were grateful for his insatiable desire to know all the going ons in his island.

“You could have been honest with me the first time I asked. We needn't have gone through this to have the truth.” Peter rolled over to his side and traced the outline of your nose and the curves of your lips.

“Yes, but I prefer it this way, don’t you?”

His only response was another kiss.

[hyperfixationstation128]

The Burdens of The Father

Pairing: Gale x Tav though Tav doesn't make an appearance in the story.

Words: 1,091

TW: Non-explicit mentions of Gale's abuse at the hands of Mystra.

Summary: The joy of Gale's son showing off his newfound powers is quickly soured by memories of Gale's past. Now he must find a way to explain the price of magic to his dearest treasure.

Big shoutout to @bladesandbhaalspawn for inspiring me to write this with their additions to my silly lil post about how Gale would be terrified as a father to a magical son. Your story ROCKED!

They say that you never truly know the dangers of the world until you become a parent. That you’ll never be filled with more dread than when you first hold your baby in your arms. Gale had always thought to himself that he would never be fit to be a father. That he’d be too cruel, or too lenient, too something! Until the day came when he held his child in his arms. His son. He had never seen something so beautiful in his life. This pure, sweet child that had his bearings, who’s smile could brighten even the deepest of darkness, who’s laughter was enough to fill anyone’s heart with elation, this child was his greatest love.

“You will never want for anything… my son, my love. I will always be here for you.”

That was his vow that day. And he strived to live up to every word! His son never knew hunger, nor anger, nor the paralyzing claws of fear. Their home was one filled with love, with laughter and joy. It was hard not to love someone who looked at you like you hung the moon, like you painted the skies just for them. To a child, their parents are their first gods. And to a parent, their child is their greatest joy… and greatest source of fear.

Eight years had passed since the birth of his son Drystan; Eight years of blissful ignorance… Eight years of freedom. All since were dashed now as his beloved son came bounding into Gale’s library, his brown eyes aflame with excitement, his grin pulled so wide it made his cheeks puff.

“Father! Father!” He cried, his hands outstretched.

Gale instantly abandoned the assignments he was grading to turn to his son, hoisting him onto his lap and tousling his hair. “My, you’re in a delighted mood! What splendor has befallen you to warrant such a smile?” He poked Drystan’s cheeks lightly.

The boy scrambled from his father’s lap and stood before him, beaming with pride as he stretched out his hands. “I got a trick to show you!”

“You have a trick to show me.” He corrected, tapping his son’s nose.

Too excited to argue like he normally would, Drystan extended his arms before him. Gale assumed he had finally mastered the cartwheel he’d been practicing, or maybe he was going to put on another play he’d written, anything except what he was about to witness.

With a scrunched nose and tightly shut eyes, his son made a concentrated face, his small hands trembling slightly. A few beats of silence followed until in an instant, blue light flew from the boy’s fingertips, forming a near perfect sphere in his hands. With a grunt of effort, he threw his arms in the air, illuminating the entire office in azure light. Soft glitters of Weave sprinkled around them like pixie dust before fading completely.

Gale gaped in amazement at his son’s performance, his eyes wide and beginning to sting with proud tears. How incredible! How fantastic! Not even he had been able to conjure such control over his magic as a boy! He was a natural, a prodigy! Just… just like he had been when he was Drystan’s age. Just like he had been when Elminster came and proclaimed him one of the Chosen… Mystra’s chosen. Gale’s smile fell, his forehead wrinkling with a worried frown. Mystra… she had named him her chosen all those years ago. She had taken him by her side when he was his son’s age. She trained him, she guided him… she used him.

Fear gripped Gale’s heart and he looked to his son. His sweet, innocent boy, with his glittering eyes and tousled brown curls. He had no idea what this would mean for him. What future awaited him as his powers continued to grow. The thought of Mystra placing her godly hands upon his son was enough to make him sick. The memories of how he was made to believe he was worthless unless he used his magic, of how he’d grown so desperate for her approval that he nearly killed himself for her had soured what should have been a wonderful moment between father and son.

No. No, he wouldn’t let that happen! The goddess may have blessed Drystan with her gifts, but she would not have him! She would not taint this loving, naive boy with her sick games! She will never get to lay her hands on him and manipulate him with honeyed words and false promises. His son would never know the price of her shared knowledge. Not while Gale still drew breath!

Gale knelt down to Drystan’s level, firmly holding his small hands and giving him a stern look. “Listen to me, my son. You must never do that again. Do you understand? Never let anyone see you do that.”

Drystan frowned like a kicked puppy, puzzled by his father’s reaction. “Bu… but… You always told me magic was a gift! That magic was everything to you! Why aren’t you proud of me?” His brows knit together.

Gale stuttered, struggling to find the right words to use to make him understand the dangers this could bring. He didn’t get the chance to explain as Dyrystan yanked his hands back and stared back at him with wide, tearful eyes. The look his son gave him was enough to break Gale’s heart. He didn’t know better. And to know his son didn’t think his father was proud of him? Shame filled his heart as his eyes fell to the floor. He was no better than his own father.

With a hefty sigh, Gale reached for his son’s hands, holding them gentler this time. “I will always be proud of you. Never, never doubt that I treasure you exactly as you are.” Tears strangled his throat, his voice breaking. “You are the best gift I could have ever been blessed with - better than any amount of magic the gods could bestow! You’re my son… and I don’t know what I’d do if you were to be hurt.” He pressed a kiss to Drystan’s hands and pulled him into a tight hug.

“What do you mean?”

Another sight fell from his lips and he pulled away, pushing himself to his feet and walking towards the balcony. With a wave of his hand, the doors opened to reveal the nighttime scene outside, before turning back to his son and beckoning him to follow.

“Come… I have a story to share with you.”

[lollytea]

Imagine if Willow sprinkles Hunter with pixie dust, and she's about to explain he needs to think happy thoughts to fly, only to see he's already floating off the ground.

"Whoa, what happy thought were you thinking?"

"Well, nothing really, I was just listening to you."

Her just being there is his happy thought.

[Now on AO3]

"It doesn't work on me," He claims, like the Know-It-All he is.

Willow is already coaxing a daisy into existence as he says it. It pokes through the forest floor, unusually exuberant for dusk hours, dimly illuminated by a fairy's magic touch.

"Are you calling my dust faulty?" She scoffs, plucking the flower out of the ground and twirling it teasingly beneath her chin. "How presumptuous."

"No," Answers the pirate. If you could even call him that right now. He's shed his immaculate gold coat and that large and ridiculous (but oh, so funny) hat of his.

He's taken every measure to be as inconspicuous as possible. Nobody aboard that ship can know about his little late night rendezvous with a fairy. Especially not if he doesn't intend to bring her back in a jar.

He has long since retired that ambition.

"It's no different than any other fairy's dust," He says, slow and cautious. "The crew has....obtained it a few times in the past...."

Willow doesn't say anything but her presence still makes him squirm. She already knows what becomes of fairies that pirates get their hands on.

"And it doesn't work on me...." He concludes.

"You sound disappointed."

"I'm not."

He's a liar, among other things.

Willow opts to not mention how transparent he is in his longing to get tangled up in the stars, to test the feel of foamy cloudstuff in his hands, to soar the way the Lost Boys do.

He's so enraptured with winged creatures, she notices.

This boy wants to fly. This boy wants to become Lost in a way that matters on this island. And the only thing stopping him is his own stupid heart.

He's my uncle, he had whispered the last time she begged.

"I refuse to believe you're immune to dust," Declares Willow. "You are no different from any Lost Boy."

She means that in more ways than one. He even looks like one tonight. Young and sloppily dressed, his bare hairless face spotlighted by the fat silvery moon hanging overhead.

It bothers him that it's so difficult to grow a beard. It makes her heart sink a little every time he laments how impatient he is to grow up.

"I'm nothing like a Lost Boy," He retorts for the billionth time.

If she felt a little more argumentative, she'd ask him to state their exact coordinates on the map. And he'd flounder for an answer, because he's never been in this part of the island before. Willow led him into the depths of the forest by the hand in the dead of night.

He's a boy.

He's lost.

It would make him all mad and huffy if she pulled that on him. Which would be funny. But she doesn't want to make him mad and huffy right now.

Willow shimmies closer, rustling the leaves underneath her. "I think you just never learned the trick of dust. It's not like fairies to give the secret away to just anyone."

He's not looking in her direction. Which is annoying. She could get drunk on how it feels to have his eyes poring over the sight of her.

It was once an impish sort of delight. A delicious satisfaction that he found her such an irksome creature yet he was unwillingly attracted to her shape, to her smile, to her eyes.

It's different now. Less unwilling on his part. And at some point or another, she found herself blooming pink roses beneath the skin of her cheeks when he looks at her like that.

She likes being looked at. But she now understands that she likes being looked at by him. She wishes to hear the thoughts in his head as his eyes hang off her bare shoulders.

"So..." Willow croons, her fingers finding the sharp bend of his jaw. She brushes the skin, gingerly avoiding the sensitive edges of his scars.

"How about...." her palm connects to his cheek and she still marvels over how perfectly fitted her hand is for cupping his face. She guides his gaze towards hers. The eyes that she finds pretty to settle on the face that those eyes find pretty.

"You trust me on this...." Her soft spoken utterance is emphasized with an affectionate rub of her index finger on the sweet spot behind his ear.

He likes being touched there. She found out back when he was trying very hard to not like her.

Once his eyes are set on hers, confused but hopelessly soft, Willow lifts the daisy to her lips and blows.

A string of glowing pollen rises from the buttery pistil and drifts in his direction. It's as though it already knows tonight's assignment is proving a Know-It-All wrong. It's the only way to needle a big pretty smile outta him.

Willow is gonna get that smile, whether he likes it or not. She's a rascal like that.

Dust clings to his cheeks, spilling down his neck and sinking under skin.

"I promise you're not immune to dust," Says Willow, because she won't allow him to be. If he wants to fly, he'll fly.

He's staring at her with wild eyes now, every blink an agonizing interruption of his beholding.

She hasn't realized until now just how close their faces are. Nose to nose.

Feeling the tickly heat of his breath makes her smile.

"All you have to do is..."

He gasps.

Willow gasps.

They are no longer nose to nose because he is jerkily rising off the ground.

Amusingly, once he's a few inches into the air, he awkwardly tips forward and his feet continue to ascend. He's floating upside-down now, startled and confused yelps erupting from his throat. Willow stands up, trying to swallow her giggles as he desperately stretches his arms out to claw at the ground for some sort of anchor.

He's wobbling further and further away from her now and with a flutter of wings, she rises to meet him by the heads of the trees.

"Hiiiiiii~" She singsongs in an imitation of something he said to her so very long ago when things were so very different.

His flipped body has caused his shirt to hitch. It hangs in a baggy pool at his armpits.

Willow cannot help herself. She pokes his bare belly with a silly sounding "boop!" making him squeak ("Willow!") and scrabble to yank the fabric back over his figure. His legs are kicking erratically, attempting to put himself to right.

She doesn't indulge in the antics for much longer, instead opting to take pity on him. Lost Boys are like this sometimes too. But only in those first few minutes before they realize that they're perfectly safe, just a little inexperienced.

"Don't you worry," Says Willow, taking him by the waist and flipping him rightside-up. "You just haven't got your sky legs yet,"

She lets go of him once his position has been righted but he is not having it. Willow lets out an embarrassing noise herself as a pair of arms awkwardly throw themselves around her. His breathing rattles in her ear, his heartbeat a thick pound against hers.

Willow blurts out the first thing she can think to say. "First time?"

"Obviously!" He snaps, though there's a tremor to his tone.

She laughs to hide her brain's stubborn fixation on how defined the arms around her are.

"Hey now, I gotcha," She says comfortingly. With a bit of effort, she manages to rearrange their entangled bodies so it's not so...so much.

They now float at the respectful distance of any two teenagers having their first dance, complete with his arms loosely looped around her neck and Willow's hands rested against his hips.

Hm. Well. It's no longer so much but...

Now it's not enough.

To right that wrong this instant, Willow hums mischievously. "After all...."

Those respectful hands slide up his sides,

"I finally got my diabolical little fairy hands on a pirate."

They linger on his ribs.

His breath gets caught.

"I'm not gonna let him go."

They travel back down to his hips.

He's frozen in the way he tends to freeze, but it doesn't deter the heat. It blotches his face, his ears, even seeping down his neck.

He used to slap her touch away when she got playfully handsy with him. That stopped a lot time ago.

Instead, his grip around her tightens, though his gaze falls bashfully.

Willow grins.

He liiiiiiiiiikes it.

"How does flying work?" Asks the pirate.

"Well, it basically means not being on the ground," Answers Willow intelligently.

"No. I mean....why am I flying right now?"

Oh.

Right.

She had forgotten that he went blasting off before she could even explain the trick of it.

He looks troubled, a little bit on the scrunched up side. She expects that the reality of his situation will sink in sooner or later but...he needs answers first.

He's wanted this. He's wanted to fly. But it isn't like him to be satisfied without knowing the How and Why.

"Well," Says Willow. "What were you thinking? Before you began to fly?"

His eyebrows shoot up. "I-I wasn't thinking anything specific."

He's out of his depth and it's making him panic.

"Why? What was I supposed to be thinking?"

She smiles. "Your happiest thought."

"Oh...."

"Why?" She asks, leaning into his space. "What were you thinking?"

His brain is bizarrely shaped and she's obsessed with the idea of rummaging around in it.

She likes it when he allows the makings of the contraption to sputter out through his lips.

What are your happy thoughts, pirate?

But he never gives her an answer.

He doesn't need to.

What that boy does instead is give her a look. It's a strangely quiet look for such a loud face.

She can't gather together the words to describe that look because it feels too much like a secret. What she will say is that it's hers. It's all hers.

Her secret pirate.

His secret fairy.

"Oh..." She doesn't like how her voice shakes but what can she do?

He makes her feel so very fragile sometimes.

It's happening.

Aw thorns, it's happening.

Willow's wings speed up without her say-so and the two bodies shoot higher into the sky, the pirate howling in surprise.

She laughs. What else can she do but laugh?

But now that she's laughing, it's very difficult to stop. It's getting to the point of hysteria.

She's his happy thought.

She's his happy thought.

She's his happy thought.

And you know what? He might be hers too.

The sudden lift has made him lose his grip on her and he's now paddling through the sky, reaching out his hand to hers.

Willow takes it.

And while she's at it, she takes his other hand and gives him a giddy twirl.

He's accustomed enough to the weightlessness by now that he doesn't react with horror. But rather, it surprises a giggle out of him.

Terribly encouraged by the bubbling sound, she spins him again and he laughs harder.

He makes those dumb snorty noises.

She's going to spin him unconscious if he keeps doing this to her.

It's in his eyes now, she can see it. Something is beginning to kindle, the realization that this is it.

He can fly.

He can fly.

He can fly.

His smile is gold.

She never would have taken the air above the forest for a dance floor but there's nothing conventional about anything she does with this boy.

Their bodies rotate across the stars, like the little dancers in that music box she found once.

They try to imitate the grown-ups in those books he likes to show her. It's his idea.

Two hands, one small and round with short fingers and a cushiony palm, and one long and narrow, fingers all lean and knobbly. They find each other and the mismatched fingers intertwine.

Willow's other hand is on his shoulder while his is on her waist. It's loose, no longer fearing his life up here.

He can't dance while standing on the ground, so he certainly has no footing in the sky. But that's alright, floating and touching is enough.

He tells her stories.

She listens.

She flirts and she jokes.

He blushes.

Sometimes he responds with something just as immaculately phrased.

She blushes.

Her cheek is resting against his chest when she utters the words. "Guess what..."

"What?"

"There was a fairy ball tonight."

She wasn't supposed to tell him that.

The subsequent silence leaves her to wonder why she told him that.

"So why are you here?" He asks, which is even worse.

Willow doesn't give him an answer.

She doesn't need to.

It's her lips buttoned in an pointed 'You know why' sort of way that spells it all out. As wrung tight with nerves as she is, her lips quirk up with amusement as that heart of his begins to riot against his ribcage.

"Oh..." He says.

"Oh..." Willow responds.

The night dances on. The stars observe with indifference.

Neverland itself doesn't care if a fairy waltzes with a pirate.

Its only those with a pulse that take issue.

He doesn't say the words. Not exactly.

Instead, he says "Willow. I think...I think there might be a problem...."

The warmth of his body is soaking into her. It's making her sleepy.

"And what's that?" Willow asks, looking up.

After a moment of contemplation, she adds "Hunter,"

The pirate's name is Hunter.

She likes that his name is something that's allowed on her tongue.

She feels his shoulder stiffen beneath her hand at the mention of that name. It seems to tangle up the words he already had on the tip of his tongue.

She squeezes the spot she's holding, hoping to relieve a little of the tension.

"I..." The hand holding hers is damp. She can feel it tremble. "I don't think I can get down,"

"Is that so?" She teases with a tilt of her head.

Like she's forgotten. He's her happy though. It's so cute she almost wants to let loose an undignified squeal.

But the lines of Hunter's face only tighten. Every worry etched into his features is naked underneath the moon's glow.

"I don't think I can ever get down again," He states, simple and soft.

His eyes are on her and they burn like always. She doesn't know what kind of fire Hunter was born in but his eyes never stop burning.

Willow's mischievous smile dips as his words pierce her through with the viciousness of a dagger, yet her stomach doesn't fill with blood, but warm liquid gold.

You don't fall in love in Neverland.

You don't fall at all.

You fly.

[atlas-nsfw]

i'm on my hands and knees begging for more fairy content. there's something so hot to me about passing out while naked sunbathing, only to wake up to a lil q tip sized dick pumping in and out of you

You are so right for this. Might as well set this in Monster Ark too since the pixies are perfect for this. Cw: somno, drugging (pixie dust), public sex

After a long day at the beach, exhaustion took over. You had sprawled out in the sand to take a nap but with the help of the heat you took a much heavier sleep than intended. Such a silly mistake. You had to have known what would happen of you fell asleep half naked on a beach in a world full of creatures who wanted to fuck you.

Lucky for you the pixie Sifeldrin found you first. He flitted over, inspecting your sleeping body, the way your chest rose and fell. The sweat gathering on your flushed skin was worrisome. Not that Sifeldrin cared that much about your health but your smell would attract others soon and he didn’t want to share.

He stood on your chest, tapping his foot until he got an idea. With a wave of his hand, several beach trees and tall grass sprouted up to shade you. Next, he sprinkled you with the fine powder of his pixie dust to mask your scent and help you sleep longer.

Satisfied with the conditions, he got to work tugging off the scraps you called clothes. His little dick got hard as he found your hole. He spread you open with his hands, pressing his face into the hot flesh to lick at you. Humans always smelled so nice. He sucked and lapped and rubbed his dust all over youz

Eventually he was ready. He stopped eating you out long enough to push his cock into you. He thrusted viscously, unable to get enough of your hole. His little body slapped full force against your crotch, propelled by the force of his wings.

Laughter caught his ear and he looked up to see other pixies had gathered in the trees to watch. He gave them a good hiss, reminding them that he found you first. The distraction was enough to weaken the spell over you though.

You stirred, feeling the funny sensation between your legs. You peak down and see Sifeldren’s furious thrusting just in time to watch him bottom out. Warm blue cum shot inside you with a cute little splurt. It made your belly feel all warm. You couldn’t help but think maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let Sife and his friends keep playing with your body a little longer.

I hope you like it! I had a little fairy design floating around for a while now. Here are som inspo pics I did up to try to capture Sifeldrin. His eyes should be monochrome with a sort of hexagonal pattern like bug eyes. He would be covered in light vines tattoos as well.

Taglist: @leitor-sonolento, @kittycatkandies

[sweetie-bri]

Pixie Dust [Giantess Growth Caption]

As I approached her I could be 100% certain that it wasn't a trick of perspective, she was genuinely almost 8 feet tall. She was smiling and walking like she didn't even notice. On her back what I thought was a pair of wings from some Halloween costume seemed to be genuinely attached to her back. Going against my better judgement, I chose to try to engage. "Miss?" I tried to get her attention and she whipped her head around like I'd caught her doing something she shouldn't. "Hey, hi! Yes, I'm... I'm who you're talking to, right?" There wasn't another soul in sight besides me and her. "Yeah. I was just curious about your uh, height..." I tried to play off her absurd question as though it weren't the most deranged thing I'd ever heard. To my surprise she smiled warmly. "Yeah, it was kind of a botch job, I'll be the first to admit. I can really only make things bigger." "I'm not sure I follow, what do you mean 'make things bigger?'" It was at this point the girl realized what she'd accidentally admitted. "Okay, the secret's out. I'm a pixie, a pixie who loves humans. I just wanted to be one, but I think I overdid how tall you guys are." I paused and furrowed my brow. "What are you talking about, overdid it?"

"Yeah, like this:" She waved her hand and a slew of glittery dust sprinkled her. Instantly she grew almost a foot taller. "Oh, I... probably shouldn't have done that..." She was now towering over me.

"What did you just do?" I asked totally bewildered.

"This!" She beamed a nervous smile and again flicked the glittery powder onto herself. She was quite simple-minded and had seemingly forgot the consequences the second she'd done the mistake. "She again grew another foot taller. Her figure also became more full. Now her swim suit was being quite strained to contain her.

"Oh dear."

"Can you undo it?" I asked. In a state of total shock.

"Undo what?" She cocked her head to the side.

"*That!*" I motioned to her body.

"You mean *this?*" She sprinkled another wave of glittery dust onto herself.

[cheekyboybeth]

Marauders incorrect quotes

Luna, talking about the tooth fairy: why can’t she wake me up and sprinkle me with pixie dust and I go flying away with her to fairy land?

Barty:

Barty: because I think she’s all out of magic mushrooms

[papermint-airplane]

10 random facts about me

I was tagged by @rebelangelsims 😘

Let's see. I think I've done some random facts asks before so there may be some overlap because I'm not a very interesting person but let's see...

When I was like 6 or something, my brother had me convinced he was Peter Pan and he gave me a little bag of pixie dust. I was (and still am) terrified of heights but he told me if I jumped off the back porch, which was really high off the ground to tiny me, that I would fly if I sprinkled the pixie dust on myself. I got as far as climbing over the railing and trying to summon the courage to jump when he stopped me. Turns out the pixie dust was powdered sugar.

My favorite song of all time is Free Somebody by Luna from f(x). Idk what it is about that song that my brain latched onto like "yesssssss this is the one" but I just love it.

I am named after Laura Ingalls Wilder.

I am intensely weirded out by puppets, particularly of the Muppet variety. There's just something about those felt-covered bastards I don't trust.

I started playing the Sims 1 in 2002 when I was 16. I never owned a single expansion pack for it, but it captivated me so much, I was almost late for work more than once because my pixel people needed me.

I always say "please" and "thank you" to my virtual assistants, not because I'm afraid of a robot uprising, but because that's just how I am. I don't even realize I do it, most of the time. Me and Bixby (I'm a Samsung user) actually have beef because I'll be like "Hey Bixby open Outlook, please" and she'll be like "lol bitch Idk what Outlookplease is" and I'm like "OPEN. OUTLOOK. Please." and she's like "Idk what you want me to do, you don't have Outlookplease installed on your phone" and I'm like "I AM TRYING TO BE NICE TO YOU" and Bixby just sits there all smug and not opening Outlook like aldjfalsdjfadsjfalsjfsd what do you want from me why won't you accept my politeness???????

I have made my Simself in every version of the game except Sims 1 because it wasn't possible to do so. But in Sims 2, 3, and 4, I have made myself and of course I am always a witch with a black cat familiar.

My addiction to CAS goes back to childhood when I used to make dresses for my Barbies out of random scraps of fabric. I didn't know how to sew, though, so everything was held together with safety pins, dental floss, school glue, and tape.

Not only can I whistle, I can whistle pretty darn well. I can't sing worth a damn so I guess God felt sorry for me and gave me one singular musical talent. It just so happens to be the one that most people find incredibly annoying.

I've been fascinated by Greek mythology since I was a small child entirely too young to be reading Greek mythology. Do you know how much incest there is in Greek mythology?! A lot. A LOT! I was raised by Fundies so it's really surprising I was allowed to read those stories and nobody was like "hey maybe the 6 year old shouldn't be reading about all this murder and incest and baby-eating". Because baby-eating also comes up a surprising amount of times. I still love it, though. Give me a good Greek myth any day.

Hmmmmmm let's see...who to tag...

Well if you read all of that crazy shit up there, I'm tagging you. Yes, you! You reading this!

Also, @venriliz, @getboolpropped, @changingplumbob, @coreene-simblr, @druidberries, and @living-undead don't ask questions just do it unless you don't want to.

[lilacgaby]

Your stories are wonderful ♥️♥️

I couldn't stop reading ✨✨

I was thinking about a fantasy AU, where we have the big dragon bakugou and his tiny fairy friend a Tinkerbelk vibe lol

And what would their routine be like, perhaps scaring away some treasure hunters?

I love your stories ♥️✨

dragonking!katsuki was the most feared king in all the lands. he was strong, wielding a sword he welded with his own flames, magic stronger than a clan of witches, and unforeseen knowledge that always gave him an edge.

how did he get this knowledge you ask? it was a secret to most, however.. only his most trusted dragonknight knew it was because of his pocket-sized fairy, you.

you wore a flower dress of your favorite color, always glowing and shimmery because of the fairy dust you used to keep yourself healthy and flying. you'd found katsuki when he was a prince, he was teary eyed as he sat out in the gardens, upset that his childhood rival had been revealed to have royal blood.

you were lost, still in a white, orchid gown as you slowly flew around, eventually landing on his knee. he eyed you oddly, jumping slightly when you landed on him. though, as he examined you further, he realized that he was being touched by a real fairy. something he'd only heard about in tales he'd hear at night. you spoke to him, though at first he could only hear a bell sound.

he saw you looked frustrated, until smacking your forehead with a "duh!" and flying up to sprinkle him with some fairy dust. after a bit of confusion, he kept his red eyes locked onto you as you cleared your throat. "can you hear me now?" you said, making him speechless. he managed a nod and you continued.

"i don't really know how to get back to my hollow so.. can i stay with you?" you asked, shyly putting one leg behind the other at your request. he sputtered, before managing a, "t-that's cool, fairy girl."

"it's actually [name] random guy!"

"okay [name], uh-- katsuki's fine."

he soon realized not everyone could hear you, and you explained that the fairy dust you used was too valuable to let just everyone use it. he smirked though, happy that he'd be special to you.

you were there as he was sent off on his crowning journey, telling him where to find the best loot, the best resting places you'd remember, and even how to scavenge for food. you'd keep him company through the uncomfortable nights, and he'd carry you in his gloved hands during winter, since your wing's would freeze over.

he'd make you tiny leaf beds and let you sleep a safe distance from his head, he'd make sure you ate and would take you to collect pixie dust from the various trees you'd remember.

with your help, he was the first successful one of all the heirs to help awaken the crimson dragon, officially crowning him king.

he celebrated with you, treating you to maple syrup and finding you the best flowers to finally make you a new dress, topping it all of with a baby's breath crown.

you were always on his shoulder, always hidden by the fur coat he'd adorn. people would find the king randomly smiling as he heard your jokes or comments, but when questioned he'd slam his fist.

the casual day for you two would usually be hunting for treasure. for some reason, fairies were hardwired with amazing intuition that was always correct, so you were like his own metal detector. he'd hold you close to him, a habit he formed after you were snatched out of the sky once by a hawk, and you'd point in the direction you'd need to go.

when he arrived, seeing the pirates already in process of looting the place, he'd ready his magic, whispering to you to get under his coat. he fought off the 20 some men alone, leaving with not only the treasure in the cave, but on the pirates ship too.

as he called his village people to come get their share of the fair amount of treasure, he smiled softly at you, who was now eating some more maple candy he'd got for you on top of his thumb.

he owed it all to you, his fairy.

can you tell i loved this req??? ty for the support always <3

[paperclip-skz]

Coffee Sometime?

Reader x Chan

Imagine: You've been an Idol for some time now, and you're having trouble with a new song. You're borrowing a studio room and someone walks in on you singing.

WC: 1.6k

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It’s late. It's just past 8 pm and you're still in your studio. Everyone has left to have dinner at their homes, but you're still here, singing your heart out alone. You’ve been singing the same song for the past hour and a half, trying to get the melody just right, but nothing seems to work. Track after track nothing speaks to you, your voice sounding more like a broken record player as you sit here, listening for what feels like the 100th track.  

You sigh and comb your hands through your hair in annoyance. You slam your hands down onto your lap as you stare at the monitors plastered on the wall. You're borrowing the studio from someone, you don’t know and didn’t care to ask. You just needed a room to record in, you didn’t care who it was. Although you appreciated their setup. The monitors are plastered onto the wall, not too high to hurt your neck but not too low either. The chair is comfy enough to sleep in, and there's a couch conveniently placed right behind the setup. Your recording room isn't far, it's in a separate room with a glass shield separating the editing room from the recording room. It's a simple room, but a cozy one. 

You lean back in your chair trying to think of a way you can get yourself out of your head. I can just start singing, that usually helps. You decide to go back into the recording room and just hit record. You didn’t have anything planned to sing, you weren't even going to sing the song you were currently working on, you just wanted to sing. 

The first song that came to mind was “Lost Boy” by Ruth B. There was a small electric piano in the recording room, so you sat down and switched some of the buttons so you were playing classical. You started to play the slow tempo of the song as you sang the words. 

There was a time when I was alone,

Nowhere to go and no place to call home. 

My only friend was the man in the moon 

Even sometimes he would go away too. 

Then one night as I closed my eyes

I saw a shadow flying by

He came to me with the sweetest smile

Told me he wanted to talk for a while, he said

Peter Pan, that's what they call me. 

I promise that you’ll never be lonely 

And. ever. since. that day.

The song was like a second language to you. Reciting the lyrics clearly and calmly. You used to be obsessed with this song as a kid, so you knew the perfect way to sing it in your range. 

I am a lost boy, from Neverland

Usually hanging out with Peter Pan.

And when we’re bored we play in the woods

Always on the run from, Captain Hook

Run, run, lost boy

They say to me

Away from all of reality

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free

You’ve already closed your eyes when you started singing, swaying your head. You’ve been singing ever since you were a kid, it wasn’t until your friend Seungmin heard you singing and told you you sounded great. He gave you so much confidence that you pursued a life in music, if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t know where you’d end up. 

He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe

Believe in him and believe in me

Together we would fly away in a cloud of green 

To your beautiful destiny

As we soared above the town, that never loved me

I realized I finally had a family

Soon enough we reached Neverland

Peacefully, my feet hit the sane

And. ever. since. That day.

The smile you had while singing was glowing, you loved singing, and you couldn’t help it. Every time you sang it felt like you were being transported into the song. Feeling the lyrics in your soul and the emotions sprint through your body.

I am a lost boy from Neverland

Usually hanging out with Peter Pan.

And when we’re bored we play in the woods

Always on the run from, Captain Hook

Run, run, lost boy

They say to me

Away from all of reality 

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free

Peter pan, tinkerbell, Wendy darling

Even captain hook 

You are my perfect storybook

Neverland I love you so, 

You are now my home sweet home

Forever a lost boy at last

Peter pan, tinkerbell, Wendy darling

Even captain hook 

You are my perfect storybook

Neverland I love you so, 

You are now my home sweet home

Forever a lost boy at last

And for always I will say.

I am a lost boy from Neverland

Usually hanging out with Peter Pan.

And when we’re bored we play in the woods

Always on the run from, Captain Hook

Run, run, lost boy

They say to me

Away from all of reality

Neverland is home to Lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free

Neverland is home to Lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free

Once the last note dies out in the small recording room. You smile to yourself, knowing something as simple as singing an old song would get you out of your head. You establish that nothing you do is going to be better than what you just did, so you just give up for the night. You want nothing more than your comfy sweats, oversized hoodie, and a snack to go along with your current Netflix drama. You gathered up your things from the recording room and started to head to the conjoining door out of the recording room. As you open the door you quickly realize there is a head poking inside the editing room’s door. You quickly say hello and bow not knowing who it is. 

“Hi,” the man says. He’s very cute, you think to yourself. He’s got deep dimples and his eyes squint when he smiles. He has dark hair that covers his forehead, he has broad shoulders, and a build that could send a girl drooling. 

“Hello,” you say back, blushing at your thought and suddenly becoming shy. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help hearing you sing. You sounded amazing, almost like magic” His dimples show one more time.

“Oh,” you giggle shyly, angling your head down to cover the blush that spreads, “thank you”.

“I’m Chan, by the way.” You smile at him, lifting your head.

“Y/N” 

“Pretty” is all he responds with. Suddenly, now you see a small blush creek across his cheeks, a small chuckle escaping your lips. “Well, I should probably let you get back to work”. He makes a move to walk out the door, but you're quick to stop him.

“I’m actually just about to head out” you say just before he closes the door. He reopens it with surprise in his eyes. “I mean, if you're headed in the same direction, would you mind walking me out?” you're surprised by your courage, but it seems like Chan doesn't notice. 

You didn’t think his smile could get any wider as he gestured for you to walk out the door he was holding. You grab the last of your things and walk out with him. 

On the short walk to the door, you learn so much about him and learn so much about you. You learn that his home is Sydney Australia and he has a dog named Berry. He learns that you're originally from the States and came here to study music. You talk for what seems like hours, but only lasts a few minutes until you're hit with the cold weather of Seoul. 

You both stop. Just minutes ago you both were talking and enjoying each other's company, but now it's crickets. You too hardly know each other, but don’t want to make any move to end the night. You're the first to speak, knowing you should get home and rest. “I’m that way” You point behind you and he looks over your shoulder. He just nods his head, you can see the gears shifting in his brain thinking of what’s the best thing to do here. 

“I should walk you home, you shouldn't be out here all by yourself”

His concern warms your heart and a small smile greets his shining eyes, “it's okay, really. I walk home all the time, sometimes later than what it is” the disappointment on his face is so clear, the warmth that was previously in you disappears and is replaced with a sharp pain. 

“But, how about I give you my number? That way you can keep walking me out of the building late at night” Your cheeky suggestion is what lights his face back up like a christmas tree. 

You both engage numbers and he waits for you to walk in the direction of your home, while he walks the opposite way. You feel like a teenager having her first crush in highschool, you can’t stop smiling. 

You finally get home and set all of your things down on the counter. It's a record time when you're in your favorite comfy clothes, snack in hand, and you're starting your drama. You are about 5 minutes in when your phone chimes with a notification. You look to see who it's from.

Chan <3

Coffee sometime?

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this was just something cute I wrote, I wanted to try something different. :)

[suraemoon]

Would I be able to request domestic hcs with Ken Lemmons? ⭐️

Ken Lemmons Headcanons

~ Domestic Edition ~

🍋: Of course you would, love. Here are some cute little Kenny things I came up with. This has been a busy weekend for me but I ended up more inspired than I thought! I hope you enjoy.

🛠️: Thank you to the most darling cheerleader @precious-little-scoundrel. Some of her ideas are sprinkled in here like pixie dust.

You and Ken Lemmons are true highschool sweethearts, meeting on the first day of freshman year and not mustering up the courage to admit your feelings for eachother until the last day of school before spring break

It was a beautiful day in the local park, only about an hour after the final bell rung, freeing you from responsibility for the next two weeks

You two walked hand in hand, a gesture that has become second nature as you have done it many plenty of times before, making your way down the rocky stone path

After sitting down on the grass together in a comfortable and beautiful silence, the only sounds being the noises of soft nature, Kenny tucks a piece of hair behind your ear

You noticed how his usually steady hands shook in nervousness while his finger glided down the side of your ear and as you contemplated the specific reason why that may be, his pretty face started to come closer to yours

His eyes flutter closed and he kisses you

It’s something both of you have dreamed about, a scenario rehearsed and repeated in both of your young minds hundreds of times while zoning out in class, your teacher droning on about a new math problem

The kiss was slow and gentle, his lips softer than the blanket of green grass sitting underneath your two bodies

A cute little nose rub led to a second kiss, followed by a third, then a fourth

You remember the way the birds chirped, the way the flowers looked more vibrant than usual as he walked you home that day

Upon arriving at your front porch, yet another soft kiss was exchanged and you watched curiously as he put something gently into your palm, wrapping your fingers around it as if to be kept with utmost care

It was a tiny but hopeful four leaf clover

One he found hiding among the luscious green grass right before the kiss

Ken’s mechanical skills bode well in his favor when it comes to impressing your father

At first your father wasn’t quite keen about his beloved daughter having a boyfriend but when the curly headed Lemmons boy comes over and fixes a car part that your father did not even know existed? That and Kenny’s transparent love for you helps get the paternal stamp of approval.

Now he always asks when Ken is coming over

Dad insists on talking all things mechanic on the front porch and you have to practically drag Ken inside the house in order to get alone time because your boyfriend is simply too polite to end the conversation

Your first date was the cutest picnic fathomable

You two watched the sunset together and then looked at the stars through Kenny’s new telescope

You become Mr. and Mrs. Ken Lemmons the summer after graduating highschool on a beautiful August day

A couple that made it through highschool, I know right?

Your wedding was straight out of the end of a romance film, but it was nothing but a new beginning for the two of you

It was a small chapel wedding full of nothing but family and friends

For the rest of your life, you fondly remember the way the sunlight shine through the stained glass windows as you walked down the aisle

Yes, he had tears in his eyes

You can recall the warmth and happiness in the air as the double doors opened to present the two of you to the world, Mr and Mrs. Lemmons walking hand-in-hand down flower-covered concrete steps

The wedding reception was held on your parent’s farm, surrounded by loved ones and open space

You two are each other's first time and it’s a beautiful virginity loss indeed

Ken has always been such a giver and the bedroom is included in that

Patience, devotion, enthusiasm, praise, love, love, love, and more love

^^^ Some words you thought up to describe the blissful experience after being cleaned up and cuddled, your white lace gown discarded on the floor after being replaced with white sheets and body heat

The first little Lemmons child was conceived that night, no doubt about it

Ken has always wanted children

and after spotting you (and your coworkers but his eyes were solely on you) lead a group of smiling toddlers across the street after a day in the park like a brood of ducklings during one of many daycare shifts, he knew that there was no other woman he’d want to be his children’s mother

Is it cheesy to say that you two planted a lemon tree in the backyard?

Maybe right after you got married and bought your first house in the sunny suburbs

It started off small, but just like your relationship it grew taller, developed stronger, and blossomed into an epitome of beauty

It takes six to nine months for a lemon to ripen

Nine months after first planting your tree, you get your first lemon, as yellow as the sun and picture perfect

You happen to notice it while looking out the window of the nursery, the same day you brought your firstborn home from the hospital

It isn’t long after you give birth when your Kenny goes off to England

His mind is on you and the baby 24/7, always sending long letters about how much he misses the two of you

You send back equally lengthy replies, along with numerous photos of your growing little one

Maybe a not-so-appropriate picture of you in a silk nightie, laying in your way-too-empty bed is slipped into photo pile

Where’d that come from? Hmmm I don't know. Unexpected behavior from sweet little Mrs. Lemmons but boy is it appreciated.

Even though he’s overseas and you’re still in Arkansas, you can practically feel his blushing cheeks.

Playing with the rambunctious children of Thorpe Abbotts reminds Ken of the smiley baby he has waiting for him back home in Arkansas

When he finally comes home, a spin in the air accompanied a long kiss the moment you’re back in his arms, the two of you are able to continue where you left off

Some nosy individuals had doubts on how such a young, newborn marriage would last due to such a long distance and so much time apart

Did the baby bird leave the nest too soon?

But in some unexpected way, the experience brought you even closer together

You two didn’t just fly, you soared

The family expands and something that becomes an essential to you Lemmons is nature and fresh air

Ken is the king of nature walks and picnics

He points out different birds to the kids while walking down trails, letting them hold onto his shoulders when their little legs get tired of walking

Giggles galore while splashing in the Ozark streams

Gardening is also key part of life in the Lemmons household

It takes the same amount of love, dedication, and hard work that reminds Kenny of his time in Thorpe Abbotts

Little Lemmon's children running around the yard with bouncing curls and dirty overalls

They all have his pretty smile and his unwavering determination

beautiful minds full of creativity and kindness

They’re natural born problem solvers and teamworkers, working together to create the most elaborate pillow forts and interesting inventions

He helps them with school projects. The school science fair? The Lemmons children win every year. Whether it be a homemade volcano or potato light bulb, a bunch of soft blue ribbons and shiny gold trophies collect over the years.

He also builds trains models for himself and the littles

Every December there is a train making its way around the Christmas tree, tracks sitting comfortably on the hem of the red and green skirt

Kenny also does all the yard work

Mowing the lawn, raking the leaves, you name it

Whenever he rakes leaves, he gathers them into a giant pile for the kids to jump in

It doesn’t matter one bit to him that he has to rake it all up again at the end of their activity, his children’s smiles make all the work worth it

You want a new shed? A greenhouse? A chicken coop? If you bring it up dismissively over breakfast, it will be built and completed by the end of the day

Imagine bringing him a glass of cold lemonade, your sundress flowing behind you as you walk over to him

You wipe his forehead with a cloth and then he kisses you lovingly and gratefully before getting back to work

He is sweaty and gorgeous as he walks through the back door, the setting sun behind him

The sight of pure effort personified makes you anticipate the children going to bed and it just being you and him alone

Giving him a bath?

Just imagine washing those curls, running your hands through them as his eyes are closed in pure bliss

Like I said earlier, Ken is a giver. If you do something for him, he wants to return it tenfold.

His fingers know the perfect pace, the perfect rhythm to keep you moaning and writhing from his touch

He loves putting his lips on yours

Making out in bed or a quick peck as he’s walking by you in the kitchen

He’ll stare in awe while you’re getting ready in the morning, admiring every inch of you

Rubbing his tired eyes to make sure he isn’t dreaming up the absolute goddess standing in front of him

He isn’t dreaming, definitely not

He is your greatest support system, your most devoted fan, your biggest advocate

The proudest husband ever and he isn’t ashamed about it

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Thank you for reading! I do take requests, if you are interested, there’s just no absolute guarantee I’ll get to them. xxxx

[neverland93]

Peter Pan Imagone/ If you were a chapter

“Do you love me?” You asked softly

Peter was inches away from you

The two of you were standing in the enchanted fairy forest

While they fly around sprinkling pixie dust on one another

As Peter was about to answer, you put your finger to his lips

They looked so tasteful, so ready for you, but you had to remain calm and get the words in your head out of your mouth

“I want you to show me.” Was what you whispered in his ear

Because actions speaks louder than words.

Peter pulls you in for a kiss, your head automatically starts spinning. You feel like you’re in a dream.

Caressing your body and tracing your curves like he was reading a book wanting to turn the pages til he reaches the end.

Before you knew it, you were in his cabin.

Kissing you again you wrap your hands in his hair and gently tug it getting a slight moan out of him

My goddess how hot is was for Peter to moan for you.

It wasn’t long before you were both naked and the silhouettes of your bodies danced with each other in the moon light.

“If you were a chapter , you’d make my novel better,your eyes are like two love letters.” Was all you could say before he thrust into you making your eyes form tears and a whine came out of your mouth.

Peter took out his dick and thrusted into you once again, this time you were prepared but still made you moan so loud the mermaids could hear from under water.

His moans with yours created a beautiful melody only you two would share and it instantly became your favorite song.

Begging him to not stop, you never wanted this to stop, like a book, you wanted to keep reading.

“Twist my plot make it good.” You moaned

If Peter was a chapter, he’d make your novel better, his eyes are like two love letters.

[reverseenchancia]

In the heart of Enchantia, the afternoon sun filtered through the stained glass windows of the royal palace, casting vibrant hues over Cedric’s cluttered workshop. Shelves were brimming with potion bottles, spell books, and magical artifacts, each carrying its own history and enchantment. But today, amidst the magic, Cedric had a more immediate concern—his four-year-old daughter, Vivian.

Vivian, with her wide, curious eyes and untamed dark curls, was not one to be entertained easily. She sat perched on the edge of Cedric’s desk, swinging her legs while humming a soft tune, her tiny hands fiddling with a stray quill.

“Daddy,” she said, her voice breaking the calm silence, “I’m bored.”

Cedric, who was at his cauldron stirring a simple brew, raised an eyebrow and glanced at her. “Bored, you say?” His tone was playful, but his mind was already conjuring up ways to keep her entertained. He knew better than to leave Vivian to her own devices—her inquisitive nature had gotten her into trouble before, especially in a room full of magical potions and artifacts.

“Yes! There's nothing to do!” she declared dramatically, flopping back onto the desk with a sigh.

Cedric set down his stirring rod and turned fully to face her. “Well, I suppose we can't have that, can we?” He glanced at the many ingredients scattered about the workshop and then smiled. “How would you like to help me make a potion?”

Vivian’s eyes lit up with excitement. “A potion? Really? What kind?”

“Oh, nothing too dangerous, of course,” Cedric replied, walking over to his shelves. “Just a little something fun. Perhaps a sparkling elixir, hmm? Something safe enough for my curious little assistant.”

Vivian hopped down from the desk, her boredom instantly forgotten. She ran over to her father’s side, her eyes wide as she surveyed the rows of colorful ingredients.

Cedric knelt beside her, pointing to a variety of jars and bottles. “Alright, we’ll need a few things: star lily petals, moonstone dust, and a dash of pixie dew.” He handed her a small jar filled with shimmering petals. “You can start with these. But remember—gently.”

Vivian carefully took the jar, her tiny fingers gripping it with care. She tiptoed back to the cauldron and, after a moment’s concentration, sprinkled the petals into the bubbling mixture. The potion sizzled and sparkled in response, much to her delight.

“Good, very good!” Cedric praised, stepping up behind her. “Now, next, we need the moonstone dust.” He handed her a small, delicate pouch.

Vivian’s face scrunched up in concentration as she carefully pinched a bit of the dust and let it fall into the cauldron. The potion shimmered, swirling with new colors—pink, blue, and gold.

“Wow…” she whispered in awe.

Cedric chuckled softly. “Beautiful, isn’t it? Magic can be quite wondrous when handled with care.”

As the potion began to settle, Cedric found himself reflecting on moments like these. He remembered a time when Vivian was only two years old, still so new to the world and his life. She had been a handful then, full of energy and curiosity that sometimes led to a bit of mischief. He’d had to discipline her for the first time after she’d accidentally broken one of his spell books, not understanding the danger of playing with magic. It had been a learning moment for both of them—him learning to be patient, and her learning boundaries.

“Daddy, what are you thinking about?” Vivian asked, breaking his thoughts as she looked up at him, her eyes bright with curiosity.

Cedric smiled, resting a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Oh, just remembering when you were smaller, and all the little adventures we’ve had. You’ve grown quite a bit since then.”

Vivian grinned. “I’m a big girl now!”

“That you are, my dear,” Cedric agreed, ruffling her hair. “But no matter how big you get, there will always be new things to learn. Like today—this potion is just the beginning.”

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the potion bubble and sparkle in the cauldron. Vivian leaned against her father’s leg, her earlier boredom forgotten in the shared joy of creation.

Cedric glanced down at her with a fond smile. He’d never imagined that being a father would come with so many challenges and rewards. There had been times he’d worried about being too strict or not knowing how to guide her. But in moments like these—moments filled with laughter, creativity, and wonder—he knew that they were finding their way together.

“Alright, my little potion master,” Cedric said, his voice taking on a more formal tone, “time for the final ingredient: pixie dew. A very delicate addition—do you think you can handle it?”

Vivian stood up straight and nodded seriously. “I can do it, Daddy.”

With steady hands, she took the tiny vial from him and, with the precision of a true sorcerer, added just a single drop into the cauldron. The potion let out a soft, harmonious chime, and suddenly, a burst of sparkling light filled the room, swirling around them in a cascade of twinkling stars.

Vivian gasped, her face lighting up in pure delight. “It’s so pretty!”

Cedric smiled, watching the display with equal fascination. “Indeed. You did wonderfully, Vivian.”

She beamed up at him, proud of her work. “Can we make another one tomorrow?”

Cedric chuckled, scooping her up into his arms. “We’ll see, my little sorceress. For now, let’s let this potion settle and perhaps have a little rest ourselves. Even great sorcerers need a break.”

Vivian snuggled into his chest, already content and sleepy from the excitement of the day. As Cedric carried her towards the door, he glanced back at the shimmering cauldron, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. Parenthood was full of unexpected moments, but with Vivian by his side, every challenge became an adventure—and that was the real magic.

Together, they left the workshop behind, stepping into the soft, golden light of the late afternoon, their bond stronger than ever.