I'M SORRY I TAKE SO LONG TO UPDATE BUT LIKE STRESS RUNS IN MY VEINS INSTEAD OF BLOOD

Darian=Luke's grandfather / Agatha = Rafiki, she is about 53 years old now

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"Oh, Darian." Agatha said, grabbing her paintbrush and drawing a silhouette of prince Luke with her power "Luke is getting more beautiful each day. Soon he will become a king and will lead us all to a even brighter future." she said, frowning and drawing a silhouette of Ashton.

"But there is this boy called Ashton, he was raised by Caroline who filled his heart with desires of revenge. I'm afraid he might harm someone, things are not going well."

The familiar wind filled with joy and gratitude went past her, like the once alive king was whispering in her ear as they engaged in a conversation. She usually understood the words, she was raised by a magical (literally) family who were close with the king and when she became an orphan, Darian's father took her in (she was 8 at the time, Darian was 19). The two became close and she became a kind-of helper.

"You have a plan for things to go right?" she asked, the wind passing her again.

Agatha let out a shriek, throwing the paintbrush on the floor, glaring at where the leaves that always accompained the wind were laying. She scoffed when they didn't move and raised one eyebrow.

"Them?!" she yells "Together?! Are you insane? What do you mean you will go down with this ship? What does that even mean? Oh Darian, you have been there for too long - is your head in the clouds?"

She swore she felt him laugh and throw the usual smile from when he used to tease her. Agatha stopped in front of the painting, grabbing the paintbrush again. She stared at it for a while, not really knowing what to do about it - it was a painting, it was not going to change the current events (she made sure it never did). She wet the paintbrush on the red paint, looking at the leaves next to her and then the painting again. She drew a small line that tied a bone on the boys' pinkies, like it was connecting them.

"Together..." she said, letting out a small breath and looking at it "Okay, I'll trust you."

Ashton and Luke

"Why do we always hang out late at night?" Ashton asks, smiling at the boy who was pulling him through the parks "I mean we do during the day and it's okay at night, but it feels different."

Luke giggled, still grabbing his hand as they walked towards the tree house "How different?"

"I don't know, I just feel more free."

"Makes sense. Let's go up!" Luke said once they reached the tree house.

"Go first, if you fall I'll catch you."

Luke nodded and thanked him. He started climbing through the stairs that were all over the tree so he could climb up there. When he finally reached the top he heard Ashton come up, giving the boy a bright smile once he saw him. Ashton gave him a dimpled smile back and followed Luke inside.

On the inside there was a small sofa and a desk, it had a small television on it and a VHS player. Fairy lights were on top of the walls, barely illumating the house. There was also a big window where they could see the fields in front of the castle along with the dark starry sky. It's like the whole scenario came out of a fairy tale, or just a simple movie even - it just looked too perfect. It felt so intimate that Ashton even felt bad for seeing it, like it was a hidden spot that no one should ever touch - he felt like he was sinning.

His mouth was open as he stared at it. The whole place just screamed Luke, he knew Luke was the one who decorated it. He looked at the blond as he was sitting on the couch in an eastern sitting position*, looking at Ashton with his bright eyes shining.

"Can I?" he asked, motioning to the sofa and sitting when Luke nodded.

They stayed in silent for a while, looking outside and their fingers lightly touching. There wasn't an awkward silence, he actually loved that about Luke - they could be in silence but it would never be awkward. Silence with Luke just felt... comfortable and warm, it's like they were getting to know each other without even saying anything.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"I just... felt like I had to." Luke said, looking down and blushing "I could not rest well if I didn't bring you here, it felt like an obligation."

"It's beautiful Luke." He said, looking at him and caressing his warmed up cheek "Thank you for sharing this with me."

Luke looked at him and Ashton swore he say everything in those deep blue eyes. He saw innocence, he saw love and a little bit of desire. He wanted to kiss Luke but, in his mind, if he touched Luke like that he would be corrupting him. He does not have a good past and did not come to give him a good future - but he wants to. Ashton knew that as soon as he saw him for the first time four years ago, he knew that he would do anything to see this boy smile. And as that boy sat in front of him, on that barely illuminated room during late hours at night, he wanted to do things to him - things he is not proud of imagining.

He wouldn't call it love even if he knows it is that, he wants to avoid love at all costs. But how can he stop thinking about kissing Luke, holding Luke and just be with Luke no matter what? Is it even healthy to think such things?

"Are you going to kiss me or what?" Luke said, slowly getting closer to Ashton.

"I don't want to corrupt you." Ashton said, watching as Luke started to kneel on top of him while he rests his back on the arm of the sofa as an impulse "I'm afraid I might not be able to stop once I start."

"I-I don't want you to." Luke said, blushing "I'm yours."

"Luke..."

"I'm in love with you." Luke said, looking Ashton in the eyes and blushing.

Ashton felt his cheeks heating up when he felt Luke's breath on his face, shocked because of the sudden confession.

"How can you be so sure?" Ashton asks.

"I just know it. I-I know I might be young but love comes at any age, I know I'm ready for it and I know you're my ture love."

"I'm in love with you too." Ashton said, resting his forehead against Luke's "I feel like I'll corrupt you if I kiss you."

Luke bit his bottom lip "Does it happen if I'm the one kissing you?"

Ashton shrugged and Luke leaned onto him, pressing his lips against Ashton's in a calm kiss. Both boys closed their eyes, taking in all the emotions they were feeling at the moment. Ashton felt the urge to cry, this was the happiest he has been on his entire life. He knew the true meaning of happiness as he sat there, kissing the love of his life while both of them shared the same feeling for each other.

He grabbed the back of Luke's neck and deepened the kiss, lowering his hands to the boy's back. He moved his hand there and smiled when Luke giggled, interrupting their make-out session (in the most adorable way).

He didn't mean to fall in love with Luke, but now that it happened he doesn't want it to stop.

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eastern sitting position- i did not know how to call it since we call it "legs like chinese" in Portugal, but it's the mediation pose

I HOPE THIS WAS WORTH IT I HAVE BEEN READING TOO MANY BL MANGA (thanks amanda)

if i made a one shot out of a BL one-shot but put it in viktuuri would any of you read it? bc i really want to and i'm probably going to do it anyway

thoughts? you decide if they did things or not i'm just gonna keep my mouth shut *wiggles eyebrows*

see you next update x

-ana rita (moony)