WARNING: there is a graphic sex scene toward the end of the chapter + secondary character deaths (more or less graphic) (not necessarily in that order). 

You've been warned!

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There is a tale of a mysterious island hidden beneath the moonlight. An island only meant to be sought when the time is right. An island where the greatest treasures can be found, for any deemed worthy. But the island's curse isn't to be taken lightly, nor can the island's judgement be avoided.

Every sailor roaming these seas will hear its call. Every sailor will follow its pull and submit themselves to its trial. And every sailor will be dealt their rightful dues.

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Felix held his breath as they finally reached the shore, the dingy safety boat they'd boarded earlier barely even making a noise as it breached the sand. His body didn't even lurch forward as they came to a full stop, which made the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach grow even more. When their Captain had abruptly decided to change their course to seemingly sail right in the middle of nowhere, no one had been particularly thrilled, but none had dared to protest. Felix hadn't expected they'd find anything, less of all an actual, unmapped island, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong with the place.

"Felix!" suddenly barked the Captain. "What are you dawdling around for? Get to work!"

The freckled boy flinched upon being called out, and he immediately scrambled to his feet and began unloading the crates and bags they'd brought from the Levanter. They didn't know for how long they'd stay ashore, and the Captain hated unnecessary trips – they wouldn't go back onboard until it was time to leave.

Just as Felix finished unloading the last of the crates and straightened up, a large bag was abruptly shoved into his arms, making him stumble back. He instinctively glared at Jisung, but his anger quickly deflated as the day-older glared right back with a sneer that didn't hide any of the disdain he felt toward Felix.

"What? Something to say, Cabin Boy?"

Felix simply lowered his head in a sign of submission. Jisung snorted and walked away, leaving his luggage in Felix's hands. Felix glared down at it, but eventually hauled it onto his back. Just as he finished adjusting it, however, none other than Changbin shoved his own bag into his arms and, this time around, Felix did lose his balance. He fell onto his butt, smack in the wet sand... and raucous laughter immediately filled the beach.

Felix didn't even get the chance to get up before a shadow loomed over him, and he gulped, not even daring to lift his head and meet the Captain's stare.

"Are you quite done playing in the sand, Felix?" he drawled coldly. "Get up and get moving already."

"Y- yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

Keeping his head low, the tips of his ears burning with shame, Felix pushed himself back to his feet with noticeable difficulty. He swayed a bit in place, which earned a few more laughs from his crewmates, but the Captain merely scoffed and turned around, gesturing for everyone to follow him. Changbin roughly shoved Felix aside as he walked past him, muttering "deadweight" under his breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

In that very moment, Felix didn't know what felt heavier – the three bags he was now forced to carry, or the loneliness piercing his heart as he watched the people he used to call his family walk away from him.

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If anyone was to ask, Felix wouldn't be able to pinpoint the exact moment when everything changed.

He and Chan had grown up on the streets together, their mother dying a mere two years after giving birth to Felix, and their father abandoning them shortly after. For as long as Felix could remember, Chan had been the one taking care of him, protecting him, and raising him. Then, when they grew a little older, they met Changbin, and finally Jisung, and the four of them became inseparable.

When Jisung and Felix turned thirteen, the four of them enrolled on a ship to work as handymen. All they wanted was an escape from the island they'd known their entire lives and a mean to make quick money – but, somewhere along the way, their ship was attacked by pirates, and they'd been given a choice: join the crew or sink with the ship.

Flying under a skull-adorned flag wasn't easy, and Felix absolutely loathed it. But he did his best to pull his weight and ensure he didn't make life any more difficult for the others. And, before he knew it, a couple of years passed. Changbin turned out to have a knack for manning the helm, Jisung's loud mouth was perfect for barking orders, and Chan learned to read the sea as if it was an open book. 

The three of them eventually managed to carve a place for themselves within the pirate crew. And, eventually, Changbin took the place of the original navigator when the man died of a random disease, Jisung was upgraded to Quartermaster, and Chan... well, Chan ended up challenging the Captain and winning, killing the cruel man, and effectively claiming his title for himself.

At that moment, Felix truly thought that the hell they'd been living in would finally come to an end, that they'd finally get to leave, find a nice island where they could settle down and finally lead peaceful lives together... but that was four years ago.

Now, he knew better.

Time and circumstances changed people. Changbin took a liking to violence and blood, always aiming for the kill even when he didn't have to. Jisung became greedy, enjoying the riches his position as Quartermaster brought. Chan's power got to his head, to the point where he started believing that everyone who wasn't entirely with him was against him.

(Once, Felix contested his decision to attack a simple fisherman's boat. In answer, his brother had forced him to man the cannon that sunk both the boat and the innocent sailor aboard. Then, for good measure, Chan had cut his cheek, scarring the lesson into his face.

No one ever dared to speak against the Captain after that.)

Chan, Changbin, and Jisung were no longer the boys Felix had grown up with, they were no longer the family he'd come to cherish more than anything in the world. Now... now, they were nothing more than husks filled with greed and distrust. Changbin used him as a punching bag whenever he wanted to show off his strength, Jisung tormented him constantly, and Chan always berated him for all sorts of things.

Of course, their attitude toward him didn't go unnoticed, and the entire crew took it as a sign that they could treat him the same way. He was forced to sleep out on the deck, he was barely given anything more than scraps to eat, and he was given the dirtiest, most demeaning tasks that could be found on a ship. Getting beaten up was an almost daily occurrence, and there was no escaping the verbal abuse, either.

(The only line that was drawn was when one of the boldest crew members attempted to force himself onto Felix. Chan had unexpectedly walked in on them and immediately intervened, throwing the man off of Felix and then dragging him up to the main deck, where he made a disgusting show out of cutting off the man's hands, and then his dick.

No one ever tried anything of the sort again after that. It was also the last time Chan ever came to Felix's defense.)

Now, almost five years after Chan became Captain, Felix wanted nothing more than to get away. Though a part of him still loved them dearly despite everything, he simply couldn't endure it any longer, and he was about ready to make his escape. Unfortunately, Chan apparently knew of his intentions, for he kept a close eye on him whenever they came to shore, and Felix hadn't had the opportunity to run just yet.

But now, for the first time in months, their feet met the dry land, and Felix was not only allowed off the ship – they got off with supplies. If Felix could simply make his escape during the night, grab the boat they came with and leave with a bag of food and a crate of water, then he'd surely be able to get to the nearest island before the Levanter could catch up to him. And then...

And then, I'll be free, he thought, hope blossoming in his heart for the first time in a very long time.

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They'd been walking along the shore for a little over an hour when the Captain made their entire group stop with a single gesture. A tad curious, Felix tried to peer ahead and, eventually, he managed to see what had caught his brother's attention – a lone figure, prone on one of the larger rocks, seemingly fishing.

Apparently deeming the fisherman not to be a threat, Chan began walking again, straightening his back and his gait becoming a tad more pompous. Felix almost rolled his eyes but refrained from doing so – Chan had a sixth sense when it came to people disrespecting him, and he couldn't afford getting injured right now. When they finally reached the rock where the figure was sitting, the crew came to halt while Chan promptly climbed atop it, joining the fisherman.

Then, without so much as a warning, he roughly grabbed the man's ponytail and harshly pulled, forcing the man to tilt his head back and meet his eyes.

"Would you be so kind as to point us to where we can find good booze and good food around these parts?" the Captain asked, making a few of his men snicker.

To his credit, the fisherman barely even reacted at being grabbed so roughly – didn't even flinch, really. He simply lifted his hand and jabbed his thumb behind him, at the jungle. Upon closer inspection, they could all see the dirt path hidden beneath the thick foliage.

"Follow this path, it'll take you to the village. The inn is the biggest building around, you can't miss it," answered the fisherman in a scarily bland tone.

"Ah, I see." Chan released the man... and without further ado, harshly kicked him in the side, making him tumble down the rock. "Here's your thanks!"

The crew immediately burst in laughter as the poor man harshly collided with the sand, while Felix flinched and averted his eyes. Jumping off the rock, Chan then began leading the entire crew toward the jungle, no one even sparing the fisherman another glance. Once certain no one was paying attention, though, Felix quickly went to him and gently grabbed his arm, helping him back to his feet.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, keeping his eyes low as he handed the man his fishing rod back – he'd dropped it upon falling.

"It's quite alright, little one."

The smooth voice sent a small shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help but briefly look up. The fisherman's lower face was actually covered with a thin cloth in a makeshift mask, his eyes barely even visible beneath the thick, dirty bangs... but Felix's heart throbbed with an unexpected sense of familiarity at the sight of the beautiful, seafoam-colored irises gazing at him.

What—

A sharp pain suddenly exploded in the side of Felix's head. He flinched, looking down where a rock had just fallen, then glancing back to find two of his crewmates laughing and sneering at him.

"Oi, Cabin Boy! Stop lagging behind or the Captain's gonna whip your ass!"

"Not that we'd mind the show, but we'd rather get to the rum first!"

Pulling his hand away from his temple, Felix's nose scrunched up when he noticed the red now tainting the tip of his fingers. Why did these goons have to have such stupidly good accuracy? Gritting his teeth, he lowered his head again and began trudging after them. A cold breeze against his neck made his step falter, and he stiffened when he felt the ghost of a kiss against his temple, a tingling sensation following soon after.

"Every soul receives their due."

He spun around, wide-eyed, and his heart lurched when he realized that the fisherman was gone. He carefully brought his hand up again, only to realize that his temple didn't hurt anymore, and the injury had simply disappeared.

What the hell?

Still, he couldn't afford lagging behind even more, so he quickly took off to join the group. If he attracted Chan's attention and fury now, then it'd definitely screw up his plans of escape. So, forgetting about the mysterious fisherman, Felix ran to catch up with the crew.

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As told, they found a small village after about twenty-five minutes of walking. Felix hadn't expected the jungle to be quite this deep, but it certainly explained why they hadn't seen any signs of life from afar. As they began making their way through the village, though, he couldn't help but notice how something seemed... amiss. 

The houses all looked exactly the same, perfect copies of each other. All of the doors and windows were closed, no smoke escaping from the open rooftops. The few fire pits around didn't appear used at all, not even a singed rock or some ashes to be found nearby, and the entire place just looked... empty.

Devoid of life, really.

Did everyone hide because we're pirates?

It certainly wouldn't be the first time. Even when that happened, however, there was still the distinct signs that there were people around – smoldering fire pits, drying clothes hanging around, even a few decorations like vases or ornaments here and there. But here? This village simply looked as though no one was living in it.

If Felix felt uneasy before, he now positively felt sick.

There's something wrong with this place.

Before he could find the courage to voice his thoughts and risk a beating for it, however, they finally reached the biggest building, which was located in the middle of the village – a gigantic, circular construction with no windows, and a pair of double-doors that appeared to be locked close. 

Just as Chan was about to make a move and walk up to the doors, they abruptly swung open, a tall man with disheveled silver hair and wearing a corset stepping out. Almost immediately, loud music and louder laughter and cheers escaped from the inside, filling the air as the distinct smell of grilling meat and flooding ale invaded their senses.

"Newcomers!" greeted cheerfully the mysterious man, opening his arms in a theatrical display. "Welcome, welcome! Come on in, make yourselves comfortable! Free food, drinks, and lodgings for everyone!"

The Captain quirked a brow. "How generous. What's the catch?"

The man's smile merely widened a bit. "No catch. We rarely get visitors, so we're always happy to welcome anyone who happens to drop by. My name is Jackson! If you need anything, feel free to ask me!"

That seemed to mellow out Chan's wariness, and the entire crew cheered loudly when he gestured for everyone to go inside, taking the lead. The man, Jackson, simply held the doors for everyone as they entered, smiling and greeting every pirate that passed through as though they were old friends finally returning home. 

Felix hesitantly followed after them, his step faltering a bit when he passed by Jackson. Underneath the pleasant smile, there was a sharpness to his traits, and Felix suddenly felt compelled to run. Before he could act on that thought, however, Jackson placed a hand on his shoulder and gently, but firmly, pushed him inside.

The man leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Relax. You will be just fine."

"I—"

"Felix!" suddenly barked Chan, already lounging on the nearest couch with two scantily clad women wrapped up in his arms. "Make yourself useful and bring us our drinks!!!"

The freckled boy lowered his eyes but, before he could move, Jackson's grip on his shoulder tightened just the slightest bit.

"We'll handle the service tonight," assured the man. "Don't pay them any mind and enjoy your night, alright?"

"I- I can't do that—!"

"Hyunjin will take good care of you, don't worry."

"But—"

An unknown man suddenly appeared, linking their arms together with a wink. His long, blond hair was tousled and filled with tresses and colorful beads, and his silky shirt was barely hanging onto his shoulders, wide open and barely kept in place with a tight, leather belt with a golden buckle in the shape of a dragon's head. 

Felix's breath was momentarily taken away by the sheer beauty of the man before him, and it took him a moment to notice that he was being dragged away from the rest of the group – and wait, when did they take all of the bags he'd been carrying?

"You think too much," purred the man, Hyunjin, as he dropped onto a ruby-red couch.

Felix let out a startled yelp as the stranger suddenly pulled him down, right onto his lap. The freckled man blushed heavily at their sudden proximity, but the pull of Hyunjin's gaze was too strong to fight, and he stayed frozen in place. Hyunjin smiled, his eyes crinkling up as he gently stroked Felix's cheek.

"Relax," he murmured.

On which he blew right in Felix's face. A thin smoke with a golden hue immediately washed over his face, and he briefly noted how odd it was for Hyunjin to blow smoke when he didn't have tobacco on him, but he quickly forgot about it as a strange, comfortable numbness began coating his mind.

His body went lax, wonderful tingles running under his skin, and he sighed in relief as the weight of fear and worry slowly ebbed away, leaving him pleasantly lightheaded. Hyunjin cooed, guiding Felix's head to lay against his shoulder. Shivers ran down Felix's spine as one of the man's hands tangled in his hair, letting his ponytail loose with slightly sharp nails scratching as his scalp, while the man's other hand wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him even closer.

"There you go, pretty," cooed Hyunjin, gingerly pecking his forehead. "All better, hm?"

Felix wanted to answer, but it felt as though his tongue was filled with lead, and he couldn't muster the strength to speak up. So, he simply hummed, pressing his nose against Hyunjin's neck, and inhaling the thick, somewhat sweet scent sticking to the man's skin.

He didn't quite get what was going on, but he felt too good to even think of leaving right now. Surely his plans of escape could wait for a little while longer.

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Felix didn't know for how long he stayed plastered against Hyunjin, stuck in a pleasant haze that made him feel as though nothing bad could ever happen to him. He felt safe, and so cared for, and he hadn't even realized how touch-starved he'd been until Hyunjin claimed him as his companion for the night.

"Oi. What do you think you're doing, Hyunjin?"

That voice was new, but familiar. Felix was stuck too deep, though, and he could barely find the strength to focus on the words being said, let alone open his eyes and check who was talking.

"Oh, Minho! I was wondering when you were going to show up."

"I claimed him first. Go find someone else's food to play with."

"Aish, don't be so unpleasant. I was just helping the poor dear relax a little, hm?" A finger brushed under Felix's chin, and he finally managed to crack his eyes open. "Isn't that right, little one? Feeling all nice and warm, aren't you?"

Had Hyunjin's eyes always been red? Felix was too mesmerized by the sight to really focus on the question that was being asked. A slightly frustrated sigh echoed from the side, though, pulling him a little more away from the haze he'd been plunged into.

"He's completely out of it, Jinnie."

"In my defense, I didn't expect him to be this receptive. But fine, take him. I'm starting to get hungry, anyway."

Felix let out a noise of protest when his body was suddenly jostled, Hyunjin's hands leaving his skin and leaving him feeling incredibly cold. He whined, his fingers digging into the silk of Hyunjin's shirt in an attempt to hold him back, but Hyunjin merely laughed and carefully pried his grip open.

"It's okay, baby," he cooed, playfully pinching his ear. "You're in good hands, I promise. We can cuddle again later, alright?"

Before Felix could try and protest again, Hyunjin got up from the couch and walked away, blowing him a kiss on the way. Dazed, cold, and the piercing feeling of loneliness abruptly gripping his heart again, Felix choked out a small sob. Immediately, soft hands came to cradle his face.

"Shh, shh, you're okay, you're okay," whispered the other man, Minho, one of his thumbs brushing away a stray tear. "Don't cry, baby, you're okay. Come on, let's get you somewhere where you can regain your bearings a bit, hm?"

Felix's frazzled mind couldn't entirely comprehend what was going on. All he could focus on was that he was alone again, and it terrified him. So, when he felt two strong arms pulling him up, he immediately latched on, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and his legs around his waist, burrowing his face in the crook of his neck.

The scent was different, not as thick or as sweet as Hyunjin's, but undeniably comforting, and it immediately made him relax.

"There you go. Good boy."

The comforting words and the soft-spoken praise made Felix relax even more, and the last of his distress finally began melting away. He could feel the man – Minho, right? – moving, carrying him somewhere. He was starting to hear the music again, the talking, the laughter, the noise of full steins hitting each other. 

He felt it as Minho began carrying him up a flight of stairs until, eventually, all of the noises faded out into the background. They sat down on what appeared to be another couch, and Minho gently rearranged Felix's limbs so he'd be more comfortable, though he didn't make him release his hold on him.

"Here, drink this, sweetheart. It'll help you clear your head a bit."

When the rim of a glass was pressed against his lips, Felix instinctively opened his mouth. It tasted sweet, with a slight, fruity tang as an aftertaste that lingered pleasantly against his palate, and it did work on freeing his mind from the syrupy haze he'd been under for a while, now. At last, he found the strength to open his eyes, and the first thing he noticed was the silk, royal blue shirt with white ruffles Minho was wearing. It was hanging open, revealing most of his chest, along with a strange, black marking just underneath his collarbone – some sort of flower.

I know this mark.

The thought finally shocked some sense back into him, and he straightened up with a gasp, almost falling off Minho's lap. His breath caught in his throat when he finally noticed that Minho was, in fact, the fisherman who'd been manhandled by Chan earlier – there was no mistaking the striking seafoam eyes now staring at him.

"Finally back, are you?" mused Minho.

"What- what's going on? Who are you?" Felix slurred his words a bit, his tongue still heavy in his mouth. "Your- your mark—"

"Familiar, isn't it? I dare hope so, seeing as you bear the same."

"What?"

With an amused smile, Minho traced a finger along his jaw, down the arch of his neck, and eventually reached the hem of his shirt's collar. He pulled it down, revealing a pale brown, almost invisible mark adorning Felix's skin – identical to his own.

"I don't understand," protested Felix, more confused than ever.

"I'm sorry. I would have explained everything earlier, but I was held back by some matters and Hyunjin got to you first," sighed Minho, running a hand through his hair, which was now clean and slicked back, still tied in a low ponytail. "Take a few more minutes and drink the rest of it, okay? Then we can talk."

Saying so, Minho handed Felix a clear glass that was about half-full of what looked like water, but the density of it just wasn't it. He easily understood this was what he'd drank just before and, though he wasn't keen on drinking something offered by a stranger, he knew it'd help clear his mind. So, a tad wary, Felix shuffled off of Minho's lap and began sipping at his drink.

Slowly, Felix began reconnecting with his surroundings. He belatedly realized they were now on what appeared to be a lounge located on the second floor – which didn't make sense, because Felix knew for a fact that the building only had one floor when they found it earlier. Below, the gigantic, circular room was filled to the brim with people. Looking closer, he could still make out many of his crewmates, including his Captain. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, the alcohol was flowing nonstop, and good food was being passed around.

Most noticeably, however, was the thin veil of golden smoke filling the space.

Everyone looked positively inebriated, which didn't sit right with Felix, for he knew almost all of his crewmates had an incredible alcohol tolerance. Was there some sort of foreign drug being passed around? It'd certainly explain the smoke... But, upon closer inspection, he quickly realized that he couldn't find the source of it.

"They're not smoking anything."

Felix stiffened, glancing back to Minho, whom he'd completely forgotten about for a moment. He only then realized that he'd finished his drink and, though he somewhat missed the pleasant haze from earlier, there was no denying he was glad to have regained his full mind again.

And then, what Minho had said fully registered in his mind, and he briefly recalled how Hyunjin had blown smoke in his face earlier—

"You're not human, are you?" whispered Felix.

Minho smiled. "Clever baby."

"What are you, then?"

"Well, that's a slightly more difficult question to answer. We're a little bit of everything here, really. This entire island is a supernatural den, with all sorts of species either visiting or outright cohabiting. If you mean me specifically, however, then I'm a Witch."

"A- a Witch?"

"Hmm. And Hyunjin, whom you met earlier, is a Dragon. He and his people are the ones making the smoke you were wondering about earlier."

"This is crazy – you're crazy," protested Felix.

Minho shrugged. "Whether you believe or not what I tell you is up to you, but it won't change the truth: my coven created this safe haven for supernatural beings who were unfairly chased from their lands by Humans, and we've simply... developed a system, so to speak. The key to our survival, really."

Felix gulped, his mind now racing a mile a minute. As much as he wanted to refute Minho's words, he knew deep down that the man was telling the truth. However, it certainly didn't do anything to appease Felix's growing worry.

"What are you going to- to do with us?" he dared to ask.

"You needn't to worry about that."

"My crew—"

"Every soul receives their due," cut Minho, his eyes narrowing a bit. "Those worthy are sent back to the sea with our blessings – and the others meet their rightful Fate."

"You're not making any sense!" insisted Felix, growing more agitated by the second. "And why does everyone keep telling me that I'm safe!?"

"Because of this," replied Minho, reaching out to gently tap the marking on Felix's chest. "You may not remember how you were granted this mark, but I do."

"What—"

Without warning, Minho leaned forward, pressing their lips together—

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"There you go, stupid cat!"

"Ah ah, nice shot!"

A pained yowl echoed down the alley, followed by an angry hiss. Felix abruptly stopped in his tracks, glancing to the alley with wide, uncertain eyes. He briefly considered just walking away, but another yowl completely erased that thought and, internally cursing his bleeding heart, he rushed down the alley. As expected, he found two truants currently throwing sharp rocks and pieces of glass at a poor street cat. The little thing was hissing, completely cornered, and already bleeding, while the two hooligans laughed and taunted it.

Felix's heart lurched at the cruel display and, without really thinking, he grabbed the nearest thing he could find and threw it at one of the teen's head.

The piece of rotten wood hit the mark dead-on, and the taller of the two collapsed with a pained yell. Felix immediately darted forward, grabbing the cat and fully intending on making a run for it, but the other teen was already on him and roughly punched him in the face – though he was already twelve, he wasn't very tall and still looked like an eight-year old runt, meaning he definitely wasn't strong enough to fight them off.

"You little brat! Imma kill that mangy thing and make you eat it!"

Felix collapsed but kept a tight hold on the cat. The last thing he wanted was to release the animal and risk it getting hurt even more. So, out of options, Felix simply curled up into the tightest ball around it, bracing himself for the pain to come. He gritted his teeth and held back his cries as the two teenagers started kicking him and hitting his back with wooden sticks, jeering at him all the while.

After what felt like forever, the teens finally grew bored of beating up an unresponsive brat, and they finally left. Felix stayed still for a while longer, mostly because he was paralyzed by pain, but he eventually managed to find the strength to uncurl himself and let go of the cat, which was miraculously still alive. It's only then that Felix realized he couldn't move his body anymore, and he was having some serious difficulties breathing.

Am I going to die here...?

The cat was mewling, nudging his face with its dirty paws, as if urging him to move, but Felix's consciousness was barely hanging by a thread, by then. Just as darkness was about to claim him, however, he heard it – the voice of a man.

"What do we have here? How brave, little one, yet how careless."

A gentle hand brushed the hair out of Felix's face and, though his eyes were blurred by tears, blood, and exhaustion alike, the freckled boy managed to catch sight of a pair of beautiful, seafoam-colored eyes.

"Rest, little one. Your kindness won't go unrewarded."

A burst of warmth spread through Felix's chest as the man placed two fingers on his uncovered collarbone and began tracing something – but he passed out before he could fully make out what.

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—and he pulled away a second later as Felix inhaled sharply, his eyes slightly glossed-over from the unexpected return of a memory he'd lost years ago. His heart hammering wildly in his chest, it took Felix a moment to regain his bearings.

"You—you're—"

"I not only healed you that day, I also offered you a blessing," murmured Minho, gently stroking his cheek. "One that warned other supernatural beings of you being under my protection. One that finally led you back to me. One that marked you as mine."

Any protest died on Felix's tongue as a blatant glint of possessiveness shone in Minho's eyes, one that clearly indicated he wouldn't take "no" for an answer. To be fair, though none of it made much sense, still, Felix didn't have anything against the blessing – frankly, he was more worried about what it meant for his crew and, most importantly, his brother.

"You mentioned a system," he recalled, gulping a bit. "How do you decide who's worthy and who isn't?"

Minho's smile sharpened a bit at that. "It's simple, truly: dreams."

"Dreams?"

"Right now, your crewmates are being treated to the best food, drinks, and entertainment to be found on this side of the ocean. They're inebriated, high out of their minds thanks to the Dragons' influence, and completely defenseless. Their minds are wide open for us to peer into."

"So you just... read their minds?"

Minho chuckled, shaking his head. "Not exactly, no. You see, in their drinks is being slipped a particular potion Jackson himself created. This will eventually plunge them into something akin to a lucid dream: they'll dream of their greatest treasure or achievement and believe it to be true."

Understanding finally dawned on Felix. "You judge them based on what their hearts yearn for."

"Precisely so. More often than not, just seeing what they dream about is enough to decide their Fates. When their characters are a little more complex, however, we involve the Sirens to manipulate their dream and force them to make a choice, so to speak – one that will show the true color of their soul."

"But not me. You said I was safe because of your blessing, right? But you gave it to me practically a decade ago," protested Felix. "How can you be absolutely certain I haven't changed into someone unworthy, then?"

The amusement in Minho's eyes grew, and he flicked Felix's nose. "I just know. If you're so intent on disbelieving me, however, I have no qualm putting you to the test, too. Would you like that? To see your greatest dream come true, if only for one night?"

Maybe Felix was still under the influence of whatever magic Hyunjin had used on him earlier because there was no way he'd accept the offer if he was in his right mind. But things were moving fast, he still felt a bit out of touch with his own mind and body, and there was no denying the budding curiosity slowly taking over.

"What's going to happen?" he asked, swallowing thickly. "To those unworthy?"

"They'll be killed."

To be frank, Felix couldn't care less for his crewmates' fates. They'd been terrible to him, and they were genuinely bad people – they'd done a lot of stuff he couldn't even bear to think about. On the other hand, Changbin and Jisung were just as bad, if not worst, but his heart still stung at the thought of losing them – despite everything they'd put him through, there was still a part of him that loved them.

And then there was Chan. His brother. His Captain. The one who'd raised him, protected him, loved him. Though he hadn't treated Felix as one would their family in years, they were still siblings, and Felix still loved him dearly. Just because he wanted to get away from him didn't mean he wanted him to die, of all things.

"Let my brother go," he asked, his throat dry as he turned to meet Minho's eyes. "Please. I know- I know he's not the best person around, but he's my brother. Please, he—"

Minho pressed a finger against his lips, making him fall silent. Felix didn't dare say anything else as the Witch clearly thought it over, a faint shiver running down his spine when Minho began mindlessly stroking his neck.

"... I'll make you a deal, little one," he finally relented. "You will undergo your dream. Once you wake up, you'll bear witness to your brother's. And then, we'll judge him together. Does that sound fair to you?"

Felix quickly nodded his head in agreement. "Deal!"

"Very well. In this case, eat this." Minho suddenly produced some sort of small, sugary pastry out of thin air, offering it to Felix. "It'll plunge you into your dream. Don't fight it, okay? Just go with the flow."

Felix briefly hesitated, but finally gave in and ate the pastry in one bite. It tasted delicious, and he was half-tempted to ask for another, but he suddenly felt it – the weight quickly locking his muscles into place. A strangled noise escaped him, panic briefly seizing him, but Minho was quick to cradle his face again.

"Felix, it's okay." It was the first time Minho called him by his name, and he instantly felt a wave of calmness wash over him. "I told you: don't fight it. You're just going to sleep, alright? Take a deep breath and close your eyes, sweetheart. Everything will be fine."

He tried his best to follow Minho's instructions, closing his eyes and inhaling as deeply as he could manage. He stopped struggling, letting the magic slowly take over his body. He barely even felt it as Minho helped him lay down on the couch, darkness edging his consciousness until he finally, completely gave in.

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Felix slowly regained consciousness, the warmth of the sun offering a pleasant awakening. With a soft groan, he turned on his side, the soft linen sheets bringing a certain sense of comfort.

"Lixie? Come on, wake up, baby."

"Five more minutes," he groaned.

There was a laugh, and then the sheets were pulled off of him. He stubbornly kept his eyes closed and, soon enough, the bed dipped as his brother sat on the edge. Felix relaxed a bit when he felt Chan gently brushing his hair aside.

"Come on," urged his brother again. "I made pancakes, just how you like them."

That was finally enough to motivate Felix, and with one last groan, he pushed himself up. Opening his eyes, he found Chan smiling at him, and he could only smile back. His brother chuckled, reaching out to ruffle his hair.

"Come on, sleeping beauty – there's a good day ahead of us."

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"Sungie! Look!"

Felix excitedly ran up to Jisung, who was busy with sharpening some tools. His friend dropped his task when he saw him, offering the freckled man a wide grin.

"Hi, Lix! Watcha got there?"

"Look! Isn't it adorable?"

Felix extended his arms, showing off the puppy he'd just been given by one of their neighbors. He and the pup had instantly bonded, and he'd immediately taken it for a tour of his new home – and his new family, too.

"Aw, aren't you a cutie?" cooed Jisung, petting the puppy.

"Channie said it was your idea to ask for it," then said Felix, his smile widening even more. "Thank you, Sungie."

Jisung simply smiled back. "Anything for my precious sunshine."

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"And... done! Whew!"

With a small groan, Felix straightened up, stretching his arms a bit. He'd been helping Changbin with plowing the fields for a couple of hours now, and he was exhausted. He didn't usually handle this kind of work, but he wanted to help out, today.

"Aigoo, our little Lixie works so hard!" cooed Changbin, rubbing his ear affectionally. "Come on, we've done enough for today. Let's head home, yeah?"

Felix pouted up at him. "Carry me?"

Changbin rolled his eyes. "Well, if the Princess asks... Come on, up you go!"

Felix let out a happy squeal, practically pouncing onto Changbin's back and laughing a bit when the older stumbled. Changbin grumbled under his breath, though it was obviously good-natured, and the two of them began their trudge back to the house. After a couple of minutes, it finally came within sight.

It was a humble abode, one they'd built together. In the distance behind it, there was the sea stretching up to the horizon, with the setting sun casting colorful hues upon its sparkling waves. And, right by the door, Jisung, Chan, and their new puppy were waiting for them to return home, grinning and waving when they finally arrived.

This was all Felix needed and wanted – a safe place to call his home, with the people he cherished the most right by his side.

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Felix's eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he noticed was the dark blue canopy hanging over his head. His head buzzing with a certain numbness, it took him a moment to realize the room he was in didn't match the one from his dream—

A dream. This was all a dream.

Felix slowly sat up, taking in his new surroundings. He was in a rather spacious bedroom with all sorts of knickknacks and items scattered about, with a large, open window on the other side – one through which he could see the Levanter, and the sight made his stomach churn.

He suddenly felt sick.

"Oh, little one... Why such tears?"

Felix hadn't even realized he'd begun crying, nor did he notice Minho before. But the Witch was now right behind him, hugging him tightly as one of his fingers came up to gently wipe his tears away.

"I wanna go back," choked out Felix, trembling a bit. "Please, just send me back—"

"I can't do that, Felix. It was just a dream—"

"Give it back!!!"

Felix burst into tears at last, his heart tearing itself apart with the knowledge that the wonderful life he'd just caught a glimpse of was nothing more than a dream – but even if it wasn't real, he desperately wanted to go back. He couldn't care less if he had to spend the rest of his life asleep. After all, how could he bear the thought of living in such a cruel and merciless reality when his dream was so much sweeter?

"I'm sorry, Felix," whispered Minho, hugging him tightly and gently rocking him from side to side. "I'm so, so sorry."

"It'll never come true, will it?" sobbed Felix, hiding his face in his hands.

"It can," assured gently Minho, kissing his temple. "It will. Just not with these people."

That reassurance was a double-edged blade, and it only pained Felix even more. He'd long since known those he considered his friends had stopped caring about him at some point, but the truth being exposed by a stranger hurt even more. 

So, Felix cried. For the friends he'd lost, for the life he'd never had, for the dream he'd never achieve. He cried, and Minho held him the whole time, tenderly kissing his tears away, and murmuring words of reassurance in his skin until Felix finally began believing them, if only a little bit.

What did he have to lose, at that point?

When Felix finally stopped crying, he felt uncomfortably raw and exposed, and his head was pounding. With a single touch, though, Minho took away his headache, and a single look in Minho's eyes made his wariness crumble – the Witch didn't judge him at all, merely acting as a shoulder to lean onto, and Felix suddenly felt a surge of gratefulness.

"Thank you," he whispered, not quite knowing what he was thanking Minho for.

But Minho simply took it in stride, smiling softly. "You're welcome. Now, do you feel up for going down?"

"Going down?"

"To see your brother's dream," clarified Minho. "As per our deal entailed, you're allowed to witness it, and then carry out your judgement on his soul. Or do you need a little more time?"

Felix shook his head, blinking the last of his tears away. "No, I... I'm fine. Let's go."

It was time to get this over with.

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Chan laughed gleefully as another crate filled with gold was dropped to his feet, leaning back on his throne. After claiming the entire sea as his own, he'd finally gathered enough power and influence to start taking over the land, too – and what a success it was!

He was King, now. Ruler of the Seas, Absolute Emperor of the Land – everyone would bow down to him without exception, and the world would be his.

"Get out of my fucking way!!!"

Chan stiffened as an unknown voice echoed further down the hall. After a few seconds, one his men burst through the doors, his eyes wide and fearful.

"Your- Your Highness!"

"What's going on?" asked Chan, frowning.

"An- an intruder showed up!"

"Aah? Then kill him."

"No, but he has a hostage—"

"Kill them both, then."

Just as he finished his sentence, however, the intruder in question entered the room. The man was completely hidden underneath thick clothes and even a veil, not even his eyes visible. What truly stood out, however, was how he held a dagger to Felix's throat, the freckled man unable to move an inch without drawing blood.

Felix. His baby brother. Felix.

"Ch- Chan!" gasped Felix, tears running down his cheeks.

"Here's the deal, King," sneered the intruder, pressing his dagger even more against Felix's throat. "If you don't get out of here right this instant, then I'll cut his fucking throat open. You hear me!?"

Chan's mind was... calm. Startlingly so. Without saying a single word, he rose from his throne and slowly began walking forward. He could feel the satisfaction radiating from the intruder at his apparent victory, but Chan paid him no mind, his gaze focused on Felix's thankful expression.

He walked past the pair, Felix's relieved sob echoing behind him.

Without hesitation, Chan abruptly spun around, unsheathing his sword, and stabbing the intruder straight through his chest. There was a pained shout, blood splattering on the floor, and Chan harshly pulled out his sword, watching with vicious satisfaction as the intruder collapsed.

A second later, Felix also fell to his knees, blood staining the front of his shirt where his brother's sword had also pierced him right through.

"Chan...?" he whispered, blood dripping down his lip.

Chan spared him a cold gaze, not saying anything as he walked past his dying brother and reclaimed his rightful throne. As he sat down, Felix exhaled his last breath, and Chan... didn't feel anything, other than a mild twinge in his heart, which he promptly ignored.

It was Felix's fault for getting in the way, and Chan was the King, now – he had no need for someone so weak, and never would.

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Tears were streaming down Felix's cheeks again. He barely even registered as Minho gently grabbed his shoulder to guide him out of the room where Chan laid, feeling entirely numb to his surroundings. He thought he'd known pain, but absolutely nothing could compare to the excruciating agony of the betrayal he'd just suffered.

Chan had chosen to kill him. He'd picked power over his own brother.

"Oh, sweet one..." murmured Minho, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

Felix wanted to deny everything, to spit on Minho's pity, to accuse him of manipulating his brother's dream – but having undergone the experience himself, Felix understood how it worked, and he knew everything he'd just witnessed was only a fictional display of Chan's true feelings.

"Your judgement—"

"Do with him as you will," whispered Felix, closing his eyes as more tears poured out.

His brother had severed what little bond they had left with his own two hands, and Felix was tired of holding onto senseless hopes. Chan was no longer the brother he'd grown up with, no longer the man he adored and admired – he was now Captain Bang, a ruthless pirate who cared for no one, and Felix wouldn't fool himself any longer.

"You needn't worry about him anymore," assured soothingly Minho, kissing his forehead. "You are not alone anymore, Felix. I'm still here, and I'm not going anywhere."

"Minho—"

"I told you, didn't I?" The Witch pulled him into a hug, and Felix practically melted against him, sobbing into his chest. "Your dream can still come true. This peaceful life, one where you're safe and cared for and cherished every single day... I can give it to you."

"How?" asked brokenly Felix.

"Just stay," whispered Minho, his words branding Felix's skin and sending a shiver down his spine. "Swear yourself to me and stay, and you'll never feel loneliness or pain ever again, for all centuries to come."

"I..."

"Fe- Felix?" Felix stiffened as Chan's voice echoed somewhere behind him. "What- what the fuck is going on? Who—"

Minho hissed a few words under his breath, lifting his arm, and Chan's cursing turned into a strangled noise. Felix tried to turn around, but Minho's hold around his waist tightened, and the witch was suddenly gripping his chin. He gently, but firmly, guided Felix to look up and meet his eyes, which now held an eerie glow.

How beautiful...

"You needn't bother with him anymore, little one. I can take all of your pain and sorrow away – all you need to do is ask." There was something about Minho's eyes that entranced Felix, demanding his full attention. Any sound other than Minho's voice was completely drowned out as the Witch branded honey-sweet promises onto his lips. "Just say it, little one. Say it."

Say it, say it say it, say it, say it—!

"Take me, Minho," whispered the freckled man, his voice almost sounding as though it belonged to another, echoing his heart's most secret desires. "I swear myself to you so please- please, just make the pain stop."

Minho's lips stretched into a satisfied smile, and his thumb gently brushed his cheek. "It's a deal, then."

His lips suddenly pressed against Felix's, an intense, comforting warmth immediately spreading through his entire body. It was almost electrifying, and he found himself longing for more, so he pushed forward and met Minho's passion with his own. He soon grew lightheaded, unable to breathe properly, but he ignored it – if dying was the price to pay for kissing Minho, then he'd die happy.

As darkness slowly came to claim him once more, he faintly heard Chan calling out his name one last time, anger and betrayal clearly lacing his tone.

Good, thought Felix as he slumped against Minho's chest, letting his eyes flutter close. Now you can suffer as I did.

A sharp pain suddenly pierced his heart, and he immediately passed out.

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"Felix! Felix, over here!"

"Hi, San! What's going on?" chirped Felix as he approached the cove.

The mermaid offered him a toothy grin, excitedly pointing at the sea spreading before them. After a few seconds, Felix saw it – the little black dot staining the horizon with its skull-emblazoned flag. Still, as much as the sight disgusted him, he was also excited – visitors meant everyone was going to eat their fill tonight.

"I'll go tell Jackson right away!" he beamed.

"You do that, little witchling," chuckled San, his long, blue tail slamming against the ground a few times and splashing water everywhere. "I'll start warming up right away – this time around, I'll definitely beat Wooyoung!"

Felix laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to the San's cheek. The mermaid let out a happy thrill in answer to his affection.

"Just make sure to keep an eye on Mingi, okay? He's only just recovered from his injury," he reminded softly.

San nodded in agreement. "I will. Don't worry about a thing and enjoy the party tonight, alright? But come by tomorrow – we'll definitely have new jewelry for you."

"I will! Have fun tonight too—hey!"

Felix let out a startled laugh as the mermaid abruptly took off underneath the water, splashing him on the way. Still, he waved until his friend completely disappeared from sight, just a very mild tinge of worry still inhabiting his heart. The last time they'd gotten visitors, one of San's podmates, Mingi, had been injured while they were sinking the ship – they hadn't realized some of the pirates had stayed onboard and had been taken by surprise. He simply hoped the pod wouldn't be as hasty this time around, and that they'd be a little more careful.

With that thought in mind, he promptly began rushing back into the jungle. The trees lowered their branches the slightest so their leaves would tickle his face, and a few birds followed after him to engage in a makeshift race, and Felix was positively beaming with joy as he finally reached the village. 

The gigantic, rounded houses and the streets cluttered with stalls and people alike were quite different from the illusion they set up whenever visitors dropped by. The village was quite big and kept on growing each year, with more and more people of all kinds joining their peaceful cohabitation.

"Oh, Felix!!!" exclaimed Jeongin, a Phoenix with beautiful red feathers growing out of his arms. "What's got you so happy today, hm?"

"There's a ship incoming!" answered joyfully Felix, running past him.

A joyous shrill echoed behind him, the Phoenix obviously sharing in his joy, and Felix knew it wouldn't take much longer for the rest of the island's inhabitants to learn of their approaching guests. So, he picked up the pace and finally made it to the Moon Tower – it was where the Witch coven lived, a beautiful tower located right on the edge of a cliff that overlooked the ocean. He promptly pushed the door open, once again a little taken aback by how much bigger it was on the inside.

(Though he'd been around for a little over four decades now, he was still amazed by the incredible magic that made up their home.)

"Felix! What's my favorite little witchling up to, hm?"

"Jackson!" Felix promptly threw himself in the coven leader's open arms, always willing to indulge in hugs. He looked up at the man and smiled widely. "There's a pirate ship approaching!"

Jackson chuckled, patting Felix's hair. "I'm aware, yes."

A small pout graced Felix's lip. "I rushed all the way here to tell you..."

Jackson cooed, pinching his cheek. "It's okay, sweetie. You can still ring the bell, how about that?"

Felix immediately perked up, nodding excitedly – ringing the bell was always fun! So, he dutifully followed Jackson as the older led him through a series of hallways, then up a flight of stairs, and they eventually made it to the top of the tower, where the magical bell was located.

Felix grinned as he took a hold of the rope and, after one last nod from Jackson, he closed his eyes and tightened his hold, channeling his magic into the cord, and then pulling as hard as he could manage. The bell began moving back and forth without making a sound but, after a few seconds, it finally started ringing. Pride immediately filled Felix's chest as he released the cord, the bell now ringing loudly beside him.

"I did it! And I was much faster this time, wasn't I?"

"You absolutely were!" grinned Jackson, clasping his hands together. "Aish, my little witchling is growing so fast~!"

"You'll see – next time around, I'll make it ring on the first try!" assured Felix, determined.

Ringing the magical bell was the best way to test his progress with learning magic, but he could only do it when they had visitors since the bell was meant to warn all of the island's inhabitants, and they didn't want to raise a false alarm. Still, last time, it took him about thirty seconds before it started ringing, so he'd definitely made good progress.

"Minho is teaching you well," smiled Jackson, Felix immediately soaking up the praise as a lovely blush spread on his cheeks. "Now run along, pretty thing. You've got to get ready for tonight, don't you?"

"I can help with the potion—"

"We've got it covered – we still have a lot left over from last time, so we don't have to make as much. But if we do need help with anything, I'll let you know right away, alright?"

"Okay! See you later, then!"

"Later, little one!"

With a bounce in his step, Felix immediately made his way back inside the tower. He quickly found his way back to his room, the one he shared with Minho, and immediately started preparing for the evening. Minho wouldn't return until his scouting shift was over – meaning until he'd made first contact with the incoming crew and directed them to the village – so he had ample time to make the... proper preparations.

Felix's eyes - a beautiful, iridescent green - glimmered with excitement as he briefly looked at his reflection in the mirror.

Tonight is going to be a good night!

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Felix didn't remember much about his past – for not saying he didn't remember anything at all, other than his name and some other basic information about himself. He knew Minho was the one who'd erased his memories, but he didn't care much for them – forgetting was obviously the best option if he'd suffered to a point where only amnesia would heal him.

Four decades of his soul being linked to Minho's had taught him a lot. Minho not only took him in as an apprentice, but also as his life partner, and Felix was grateful every single day for the happiness the older Witch gave him. Their bond had grown to a point where they could feel each other's emotions and, one day, they'd be able to communicate through their minds alone.

He was still very, very far from becoming a competent, autonomous Witch, however. It'd take many more decades before he was no longer deemed an apprentice, and he'd certainly never become as powerful as Minho – but he was still a quick learner, and a passionate student, and he so he wasn't worried.

It'd take time, but time they had – and soon enough, they'd have more.

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"More ale, more ale!"

"Come over here!"

"Hey! Bring the food around!"

"Cheers, mate!"

The spacious room was filled with music, people, and smoke. The pirates had finally made it to the village, and a single invitation from Jackson with the promise of free food and drinks was all it took to make them lower their guard. All of their visitors were now scattered around the room, tended to by various other patrons and most certainly enjoying there evening.

Felix wasn't paying any of them much mind, however. It wasn't his purpose to lure any of the sailors and, most importantly, Minho didn't want him to. Though the older Witch usually let him do as he pleased, and though he didn't mind Felix being so free with his affection, he still showed a certain possessiveness whenever guests dropped by: no outsider was allowed to touch what was his.

Didn't mean Felix couldn't enjoy himself, though.

"Hmm, Felix... Eager tonight, aren't you, pretty baby?"

Felix exhaled shakily as Hyunjin began lavishing his neck with kisses and small bites, gently rutting his hips back and forth. The friction of Hyunjin's thigh between his own sent sparks up his spine, and he was already hardening under his trousers. A sharp gasp escaped him as Hyunjin suddenly gripped his waist, startling a moan out of him as he roughly dragged him closer, heightening the friction against Felix's crotch.

The Dragon pulled him into a kiss, blowing smoke in Felix's mouth the moment he parted his lips, and the freckled man inhaled it as deeply as he could, immediately growing pleasantly lightheaded. He exhaled the smoke back in Hyunjin's mouth, making the Dragon rumble, pleased.

Just as Felix began grinding a little harder against Hyunjin's thigh, fingers tangled themselves in his disheveled hair and pulled, making him moan loudly.

"I figured I'd find you here," drawled Minho, pulling a little harder.

Felix looked up at him with blown irises, desire filling his guts at the sight of his lover, and he trembled a bit when Hyunjin licked up the sweat coating his neck.

"He tastes so good," moaned the Dragon. "Won't you share tonight?"

"Hmm, I don't know. Let Lixie eat his fill first, then we'll see."

The flame of desire grew, anticipation now joining the picture as he shakily got up, a faint whine of displeasure escaping him as the pleasant friction on his crotch vanished. Minho released his hair and slid an arm around his waist instead, supporting him as they began walking away from the couch, where Hyunjin already had his arms full of a new partner – Seungmin, a young Incubus, if Felix recalled properly.

He leaned against his lover as they made their way upstairs, eventually reaching their room. Inside, Felix wasn't surprised to find a man sitting on a chair, his eyes glossed over and his body still – he was completely under Minho's control.

"Go ahead, sweetheart," urged Minho, gently urging Felix forward. "This one's for you."

"What- what about you?" asked Felix, still a bit out of it after his heady exchange with Hyunjin.

"I've already had my fill. Go on, now – I'll guide you."

Felix didn't need to be told more, and he awkwardly straddled the unknown pirate's lap. He appeared a tad young, but that didn't mean anything – if he was here right now, then it meant he hadn't passed the trial and his heart was deemed unworthy, so there was no guilt in his heart when he leaned in and pressed his lips against the man's. 

Through this contact, he began pushing tendrils of his magic inside the man's body. He soon felt Minho's joining his, acting as a support and a guideline, and he simply followed his lead until, eventually, the tendrils reached the pirate's heart. The moment his magic sunk its claws into it, the pirate gasped in pain.

Felix immediately deepened the kiss, inhaling deeply and shuddering in delight as he felt the cold, slightly sweet taste of the man's life now flowing into him. He kept at it for a minute or so, until the man's life was quite literally sucked dry, and all the years he had left was taken by the young Witch. 

Felix finally pulled away, satisfied, and feeling incredibly energized, and he promptly got off the pirate's lifeless body, turning to his lover with an eager grin. Minho laughed, simply pulling him closer and pulling him into a kiss, Felix almost immediately melting into his arms.

"Insatiable little Witch," Minho growled against his lips.

"You're one to talk," gasped Felix, gripping tightly his lover's shirt. "Minho, please...!"

"I've got you, baby."

It didn't take long for either of them to get rid of their clothes, and Minho promptly latched onto the younger's neck as he pressed him into the mattress. Beautiful bruises began blooming over his freckled skin, his moans and breathy gasps filling the room, and Minho craved more.

He wanted to break Felix down completely tonight, and he knew exactly how.

Prepping Felix wasn't too difficult a task, considering they'd had their fun just this morning, but Minho made a point of drawing it out, enjoying his precious one's needy whines and breathless pleads, Felix pawing at his shoulders as he begged for more. Minho eventually caved in, pulling his fingers out. He shifted their position, moving so he'd be the one laying on his back, with Felix straddling his waist. They exchanged another kiss before Felix sunk onto his cock, a strangled noise escaping him as Minho bottomed out.

"S- shit, Minho...!"

"Ride me, baby."

Felix didn't have to be told twice, and he began moving his hips at a familiar pace, pleasure shooting up his spine and making his fingers tremble with every move. He leaned backward a bit, moaning loudly when the tip of Minho's cock began pushing against the inside of his belly, making a slight bump appear with each thrust. 

Lost in the throes of pleasure, Felix didn't notice another presence in the room until two, large hands suddenly gripped his waist, sharp nails akin to claws digging the slightest bit into his flesh and pointed teeth immediately biting down on his shoulder.

"Hyun- Hyunjin...!"

So startled by the Dragon's unexpected appearance, Felix came at once, thick ropes of cum immediately staining Minho's chest. Neither of the men left him any time to adjust, however, Hyunjin roughly shoving him forward so he'd lay down on Minho while the older Witch began thrusting in and out of him at a relentless pace. 

A small cry left Felix's lips as Hyunjin's thick, scaly cock breached past his rim and abruptly pushed in alongside Minho's already considerable girth. The sudden stretch and the overwhelming feeling of pain and pleasure alike brought tears to his eyes, and all he could do was sob as he clung to Minho's shoulders and let the pair use him as they pleased.

They were merciless, endless moans punched out of the witchling as they used his lithe body to seek their own high. Pure desire as hot as magma began rushing through Felix's veins once more as Hyunjin suddenly gripped his hair and pulled his head back, meeting his lips in a messy kiss and blowing some smoke into his mouth. Felix shuddered violently as the pleasant haze took over his already fogged-up mind, going completely lax in their hold, helpless to their desires – and he absolutely adored every single second of it.

He barely even noticed as a second orgasm washed over him, only moaning weakly when he felt them cum one after the other. A few whimpers escaped him when Hyunjin pulled out, the bumps on his cock catching onto his rim and sending almost painful sparks through his lower body. He was trembling all over, his body well-past overstimulation at this point, and he just couldn't stop crying, too overwhelmed by their intense exchange.

"Shh, you're okay, baby, you're okay," murmured Minho, gently rubbing his back. "Just breathe, little one, I've got you. You did so good, hm? So good, baby. Just relax and let us take care of you, now."

The following minutes were nothing more than a blurry haze, Felix dipping in and out of consciousness a couple of times. When he eventually regained his bearings again, he noticed Minho had laid him down so he'd be more comfortable, and Hyunjin was gone.

"He helped clean you up and then took the body down to eat," Minho answered his silent question, tenderly stroking his cheek. "Want me to call him back?"

Felix shook his head, pushing himself a little closer against Minho as he buried his face against the older Witch's chest.

"S'okay. He must be hungry," he mumbled, already feeling the tendrils of exhaustion slowly dragging him into a deep sleep. "Hold me...?"

"Always," whispered Minho, kissing his forehead. "I love you, Felix."

A small smile graced Felix's lips as he closed his eyes. "Love... love you too, Minho..."

Felix might not remember his life from before, but he didn't need to – as long as he had Minho with him, then nothing else mattered.

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(Written for the MinLix Bingo!

Tropes used:

- Fantasy AU

- Chosen/Found Family

- Double Penetration)

Hi guys! I hope you all enjoyed my new one-shot, I really had a blast writing that one - and make sure to go give Jackson Wang's "Blow" a listen because it's really good, and this story was entirely inspired by the MV's aesthetic!

Anyway, for anyone wondering, I will not post anything for the next month or so since I'm going on a three-weeks-long trip to Ireland (a trip that was first cancelled because COVID happened, so you can imagine how long I've been waiting for it xD). I'll try to post something upon my return, but that'll really depend on if I've had the time to write during my trip since.

Thank you all for your patience and your continued support, and rest assured that I still have many more projects left to share with all of you, so look forward to them! Toddles~