there was once a wizard who was obsessed with a young man. there was nothing particularly special about him- he was no prince, no sorcerer, nothing of note. but he was beautiful and alluring, sweet and kind. the wizard coveted him, was obsessed with no one else laying eyes upon him.
the wizard invited the boy to his tower and offered him to stay the night, so that he would not have to travel home in the night. but he placed a spell on the young man. he was trapped, unknowing how the time passed. he could know his memories, understand that he had to wash his blankets in the morning, but he could never comprehend that he had been in the tower far too long.
it was not for lack of luxury. he had fur blankets and any hobby he could think of pursuing. he wanted for nothing- the wizard’s magic made it so.
and as such he remained, painting, quilting, carving, for decades. he could not know it, but birthdays passed. his youth remained while time moved on, while the wizard grew old and died, while the forest overgrew the tower and the world forgot about him.
that is, until a new wizard attempted to piece together the magic of the ancient kingdom lost. he could sense magic, deep in the forest; magic he could learn from, perhaps?
tangled in ivy and deep in the old forest, this new wizard finds the remnants of a tower wall. vials that were once brimming with potion lay shattered underneath rotted shelves, and books waterlogged by years of weather barely cling onto their bindings.
but the magic is not here. it is up the stairs. up toward the light of the sky above the canopy, up and into stone that becomes pristine as he climbs, torches that illuminate brighter the closer he gets, until there is a door with polished metal hinges.
he knocks, and the door opens.
“oh!” says the boy, confusion crossing his eyes. “i thought you were the wizard. are you his apprentice?”
“pardon me?” the young wizard says, but he’s tugged into the warm room and the door closed behind him.
“or are you here to take me back home? he said he’d get me an escort.”
“i don’t-“
“shh, don’t worry,” says the boy, dropping to the bed next to the wizard. “it doesn’t matter. i’m happy to have the company.”
“how long have you been waiting?”
the boy leans forward and presses a shy kiss to the wizard’s shoulder.
“far too long, i’m sure. i’ve missed having company.” he lifts a hand to trace the forehead, temple, cheekbones of the wizard. “i can’t help but miss some things more than others.” the wizard swallows. dryly.
“what things?” he says, and the boy laughs.
“things that a handsome man like you must be more than capable of bestowing,” he says, scooting a bit closer. “can’t i have desires?”
“you can,” says the wizard. he knows he shouldn’t- something is happening here. something magical, and ancient. something he couldn’t understand. but this boy in front of him, this man out of time… he was handsome, and warm. he was like a nymph, a young god, and he wanted… wanted…
“can’t i desire you?”
“you can,” says the wizard, breathless. with just that much permission, the nymph throws him to his back, straddling his hips.
“i can have you?” asks the nymph, and the wizard nods. like he had been released from bonds, the nymph undresses them both, strong and nimble alike, tossing it all from the bed. he whines at just the touch of their skin together, the wizard’s hands on his hips, his body beneath him.
his hips rock slowly, more insistently pressing them together, teasing whimpers from them both. with ease he sits up and slides them together, his head dropping back with how it feels to be full. he hasn’t had this in… a long time. it overcomes him, and he can’t help himself, fucking himself full, whimpering and gripping down onto the wizard’s hips beneath him. his breath hitches and his thighs quiver- he can’t help it, his panting overtakes him and he collapses onto his lover’s chest.
“tired?” the wizard asks as he tucks a lock of hair back. the nymph nods and whimpers, shivers racking through his body. “you haven’t even cum and you’re this wrecked? cute.” he strains his neck to kiss his lover’s forehead before tossing them both over. he is even more radiant on his back, soft hair splayed on the pillow and jaw slack with moans as he gets fucked, deeper and faster. one hand grips a pillow behind him while his other digs into his lover’s back.
“please,” he whimpers, legs lifting, thighs trembling. “please, please, please.” he says it over and over, until the sounds lose their meaning, the vowels disappear, he only hisses out the end of the plea as he whimpers. the wizard presses harder, holding his lover down, pulling him close, making his voice bounce. it builds as he thrusts, fucking until he feels his lover cry out and clamp down around him. he spills deep inside, lowering himself down onto the nymph’s chest as they ride it out together, bucking and whimpering.
“withhold,” breathes the nymph, a soft laugh making his chest bounce. at once, the wizard remembers just what has befallen the man, his little turn of phrase one that had fallen out of fashion a long time ago.
“i’m gonna take you home,” he says, drinking in the magic in the air. “you don’t belong here.”
“i’ll go anywhere you want to take me.”
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Can we hear some of your Brain farts about green screen please?
OF COURSE
This AU is in a squishy stage (read: I am open to suggestions) and not everything is set in stone, but I do know one thing for sure: lil April is a conspiracy theorist.
She spends a lot of her free time doing baby detective work because it was fun, "cracking cases" like who stole the pizza boys delivery bike!
She starts reading up on conspiracy theories / checking the paper for any ongoing investigations and most of what she comes across doesn't need investigating, theres always one theory ppl agree is right.
Until she finds out about the Lou Jitsu conspiracy. The celebrity who vanished for over ten years without a trace and returned with strange children.
Not. One. Person can agree on this. There's like a million different explanations and none of them fit! April. just. it sucks her in so fast and this girl is NOTHING if not stubborn.
She digs and digs and digs and the crazy thing is: she solves it. April correctly figures out what happened via paying attention to small things, and also being a child that can accept things like "theres a magic city under NYC" girly GOT IT! But of course no one believes her.
If only she could prove it...
Rest of AU: First, Second, Fourth
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