Reginald Stiltskin makes a habit of practicing magic most would consider dangerous, and pinning princes and princesses to their mattresses. 

A real heartbreaker, you could say. Especially considering he's only about 5'6.

He's a powerful sorcerer, and an even more powerful flirt. His charisma gets him further than his magic, often. With his bright green eyes, black hair curling just beyond his ears, freckles covering every inch of his toned body, a sharp jawline and dimples to match, he's quite the charmer anyway- but his passion for the voice is only propelling his art further. And, it's gotten him in bed with Melody Piper more than once.

In fact, to name just a few of his encounters you'd have to pick out his favorite ones to remember, Hunter Huntsman, Kitty Cheshire, Sparrow Hood, and Cedar Wood… They hold special places in Reginald's brain. Not his heart, per say, but his brain.

This charisma and flirtation also helps him with his obsession with deals. A trait he inherited from his father, Rumpelstiltskin. And, well, it seems most of the Stiltskins have inherited that trait, actually. Rumpel’s mother was actually so obsessed with deals she drove herself mad fulfilling pointless requests for anyone that would give her something in return. Thankfully, Rumpel wasn’t quite that obsessed.

Rumpel was actually quite a sad man, and he often told Reginald that, 'You must be careful with deals. They are a double edged sword, most times. There's no point in selling your soul for material.'

Reginald doesn't think about his dad much.

What he was thinking about, currently, was Daring Charming. The tall, elegant, blonde haired boy. He was about 6'3, muscular, broad-shouldered, chiseled cheekbones, eyes so blue they'd make the ocean jealous.

Reginald couldn't quite believe it.

Yes, that's what his family is known for- perfection. But Reginald didn't believe in perfection. He even knew that Apple White has essentially been raised in a corset and has severe body issues. And if even Apple White couldn't be perfect, neither could Daring Charming.

It was about a week before school was set to start. Reginald had spent the summer living in a dorm, anyway. Daring was early… just early enough for Reginald to be curious. 

He followed Daring into the gym, and after a little while of sticking to the shadows and watching the young man dribble up and down the court and just barely sweat, he finally spoke up.

"Funny seeing you here,"

It must have scared Daring, who hated anyone seeing him all sweaty. He only ever worked out in private for this reason specifically. He only participated in football because the helmet covered most of his face and the uniform revealed no sweat stains. He nearly came out of his skin and tripped over his own two feet, landing on his ass against the hard gym floor.

"Ow," he sort of yelped, and covered his face instantly. He hoped he hadn't looked too bad- but this guy had already seen him fall and he was, honestly, completely humiliated.

"Oh no, did I scare ya?" Reginald asked, leaning down and extending a hand to Daring, who didn't make a move.

"What do you want?" The handsome prince asked in a snappish tone.

"Watch your mouth, princey. There is a certain amount of respect expected when speaking to a sorcerer, y'know. One could very easily...find themselves at the receiving end of misfortune."

"Well certainly you know you're speaking to the heir of the most powerful throne in Ever After!"

"Only because you're destined to marry Apple White. And then your family will be just another Charming name and another family will be the next heir- as it goes. But that is one thing I hate about this place- teenagers trying to out-entitle each other. Just relax, I only wanna talk."

Slowly, Daring pulled his hands away from his face. Reginald didn't get why he was hiding, he looked hot. His hair was damp with sweat, sort of hanging in his face, and his abs shiny, like his huge biceps were. He looked amazing, and yet he felt… so insecure.

"Well? Talk. I don't have all day." He grunted and began to stand up, crossing his arms and now looking down on the shorter boy.

Reginald smirked, looking him over from head to toe.

"Where is the flaw in you, Daring? I know it's not a physical flaw, because damn…"

"I hope you're not flirting with me. I know what you did with Sparrow last year."

"Oh, honey, it was more than just last year." Reginald shook his head in disgust. "You underestimate me. But so what if I am flirting? Is that it? Do you feel no sexual attraction? Not that it's much of a flaw, I can just see where it would make your future marriage tense."

"Uh, I have sexual attraction! Just… not to men."

"Uhuh," Reginald rolled his eyes, beginning to circle him. Like a predator, analyzing its prey. Watching every move.

Daring took slight offense to this, watching the son of Rumpelstiltskin stare at his body scrutinizingly.

"Don't you have anything better to do?!" Daring snapped.

"Don't you? Oh, yeah, you don't. Besides, with the Wonderlandians trapped in Wonderland for the last ten years- well, they won't be able to sign the Storybook of Legends, their destinies won't be fulfilled, and we're all gonna just, well, poof, and be dead in an instant. So why don't you live a little? Stop being such a downer… Give me your hands, Daring."

With that, Reginald took Daring's hands, placing them onto his own hips and beginning to move slowly, placing his own hands on Daring's bare shoulders.

It was only now that Daring was forced to meet Reginald's piercing green eyes, and his beautiful freckles, so uniquely placed, caught his eye as well. He was truly a beautiful person, and Daring was growing interested, to say the least.

Reginald was still searching for the flaw. Trying to pinpoint it. Is he a douche? Only when threatened. Is he socially awkward? Not obviously. There has to be something more..

So there they were, slow dancing in a musicless, empty gym. The linoleum floor squeaked a little under Reginald's leather boots.

It must have looked goofy to anyone who happened to be walking past. A boy dressed in all-black, a cloak over his tank-top and ripped jeans, the hood down, dancing with another boy, shirtless and sweaty, wearing Ever After High school spirit sweatpants and designer sneakers.

These two had just met.

[Warning, sex scene. If you don't wanna read that skip to the end of the warning.]

But it didn't take long for them to find themselves in an empty dorm room. The standard bed frame and empty mattress. Two of them, to be exact. At least it was new mattresses, nobody else had even used them yet. 

Reginald was actually more of the one to take control in this situation, rather forcefully shoving Daring onto one of the mattresses- the one on the right side of the room, near the window. 

"Can you take those off for me?" Reginald asked, referencing Daring's grey sweatpants.

Daring couldn't quite explain it. The whirlwind of emotions that brought this about. Maybe it was the undeniable beauty Reginald had, or maybe the way he touched him so lightly, so gently, that he felt like shattering right then and there. Whatever it was, Daring was wiggling them off without even raising up off of the bare mattress.

Reginald unhooked the front of his cloak, letting it fall effortlessly onto the floor. He undressed himself in an almost elegant fashion, Daring almost couldn't wait for him to finish.

Reginald straddled Daring's bare body with his own, leaning down and kissing him. It started slow, passionate, and got more and more aggressive as time went by. Daring had never been kissed like this before, and for a moment he was ashamed of himself- 'This is how Sparrow must have felt, goddamn.' he thought.

But there was something different about the way Reginald felt as well. He had never been so… drawn in. As far as casual sex goes, he felt a certain spark, something odd he couldn't quite put his finger on.

With no lubricant and a rather inconvenient place, Reginald's options were limited. He adjusted their position so that he could reach down to grasp Daring's length, and whispered into his ear.

"Put your hands together, on the wall behind you."

Daring, short for breath, obeyed immediately.

Reginald used his right hand to hold Daring's hands in place there above his head.

What occurred next was many moments of kissing, passionately, with Reginald steadily stroking the other off. He was on his knees, slightly to the side as to not be on top of Daring entirely, but leaned over to be kissing him. They barely separated to breathe, and when they did it wasn't for very long. 

Eventually Daring orgasmed, a very intense orgasm, actually. More intense than he had experienced in quite some time. 

Reginald's hand was covered in his cum, and his moaning and their kissing still seemed to fill his head.

He was still holding Daring's hands in place, looking down at him with this soft, sparkly gaze. Daring was panting, hardly able to keep eye contact. He had never been with another guy before, and he was both terrified and mesmerized.

[End of warning]

Reginald took a deep breath, finally letting go of Daring's hands, which hadn't been struggling very much. "I'd ask you to do something for me, but I want a dialogue much more than I want something sexual right about now. As...tempting as it is."

Daring shook his head, raising up slowly.

"A...dialogue? What a deal. That I had no idea we had agreed to." He laughed gently.

"Well, don't think of it as a deal… think of it as an exchanging of services."

"Uh-huh. I need a shower…"

"There's no soap or anything."

"I keep extra in my gym bag." Daring stood up, making his way to the door, where his bag lay.

They cleaned themselves, rinsing various substances off of their bodies, closer than they even realized they were. They're strangely comfortable around each other.

Daring put on an extra change of clothes, which consisted of a denim jacket, a white t-shirt, some dark wash jeans, and his white sneakers and socks.

Reginald dressed himself in the same clothes he wore coming into the room, and when he adjusted his cloak a final time, he looked up at Daring expectantly.

Daring didn't exactly want to spill his guts to a guy he had really just met, but he felt...compelled, honestly. Not because of any magic, afterall it truly wasn't a deal and he could easily leave if need be, but because he wanted the weight off of his shoulders.

"Whatdya wanna know?" He asked with a sigh.

"Oh, I wanna know what goes on in your head," Reginald began, tapping his own temple, "your heart," and then tracing a heart over Daring's chest with his fingertips, "I wanna know who you are, Charming. There's more than a chiseled face and abs. I know it."

"And what do you intend to do with this information?" He asked.

"Keep it. It will likely never be of use to me, but I do like to regularly expand my collection of secrets."

Daring rolled his eyes. Likely never be of use… and it would be relieving to him.

"I-I don't know, Reginald. I'm insecure. My teeth are fake."

"Your teeth are fake?"

"Uh, yeah." Daring rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably and sat down on the couch.

Reginald leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, his eyes settled on Daring.

"When I was twelve my sister knocked one of my adult teeth out. We were fighting with wooden swords, she always got way too into it. Knocked one of my front teeth out- and, well, my father sort of saw it as an opportunity anyway. Had the rest of my teeth pulled and new ones surgically inserted. I didn't even know you could do that. My parents expect me to be perfect… Prince Charming has to be perfect. Being seen with spinach in my teeth or my hair being greasy are among my worst nightmares."

Daring seemed...sad.

"It's torture, always worrying about what you look like, what you're saying, how people are thinking of you… When it's your destiny to be perfect, you never have a moment of time to do anything other than make yourself seem perfect."

Reginald thought this would be another secret he could just eat up and take off with. But he was sort of upset just hearing this, just looking at Daring's sad face.

Reginald didn't usually have this much sympathy for anyone, but he had truly never thought about it that way. Prince Charming's destiny is to be a perfect husband for Snow White, and that has to be a stressful thing. 

"I can't afford to let anyone see the insecurity or the worry so I try to hide it by masking it with 
narcissism and denying the flaws myself so that perhaps everyone else will too. So, yeah, now you know. Do with that what you will, but by that I mean don't ever tell anyone or I'll tell my sister to beat you up." He gave an awkward, almost obligatory smile, and then simply stood up and left.

Reginald was still leaning against the door, lost in thought. He normally wouldn't have a thought like this, and never so soon, but he couldn't wait to see Daring again.

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Faybelle Thorne was categorized as a sorceress as well, due to her impressive magical power, courtesy of her famous mother.

But she, much like the other sorcerers and sorceresses of Ever After Academy, was so much more than that.

The Dark Fairy has been living in the shadow of The Evil Queen for generations. But it was truly the most recent Evil Queen that lit the whole rivalry on fire. 

Raven's mom was horrible all throughout school, much like Faybelle's. But Raven's mother was worse than necessary.

Evelyn Queen went out of her way to not only poison Snow White and fulfil her own destiny, but she immediately went on a rampage afterwards. She tried to steal Danika Thorne's destiny. The very thought! The only thing stopping her was Giles Grimm, who thankfully was there to trap Evelyn long enough for Danika to finish her story.

When Evelyn broke free her rampage continued, worse now, she left much of the kingdom of Ever After in a purple flame, killing many civilians, and as a fugitive she lived for about six and a half years before she finally overshot. She put a curse on the entire kingdom of Wonderland and then sealed the portal off in what she described as a permanent isolation. 

Lizzie Hearts, Kitty Cheshire, and Madeline Hatter, along with The Mad Hatter, were the only ones in Ever After that terrible day. 6 and 7 year old kids, with one adult, in a kingdom they were unfamiliar with, trapped for ten years now…

Thankfully after that Evelyn was captured, and her reign of terror was over. Just like that. But in those years Evelyn had certainly put Danika to shame.

And now Faybelle was left to pick up the pieces of her mother's broken legacy. But how was she to ever assure that she was the most evil villain if Evelyn had done all of this? She wasn't sure she could.

But oh, she tried. She tried being nasty and hateful to everyone, she tried setting things on fire, and it never did seem to be good enough for Danika.

"Evelyn would have just killed him," "Perhaps if you weren't so restrained by morals," "I just wish you could do better than I did,"

The bitch would just go on and on and on about what a disappointment  it was that her daughter could never live up to her expectations. She herself couldn't even live up to her expectations.

So Faybelle carries with her the jealousy and anger her mother has, as well as her own for Raven Queen- who always seems to learn faster, to know more spells, and to have a greater understanding of magic. 

The anxiety is getting worse as their final year of Ever After Academy approaches. After what Evelyn did all those years ago, there was no telling what Raven would do… the Queens seem to have a general disregard for Destinies, and The Author. They're dangerous, and so, so evil.

Faybelle had worked so hard to become a great sorceress these last few years especially, but she wasn't sure she was as good as Raven. She needed to find out, quickly. She wanted to challenge Raven to a magic duel, but currently she was practicing on her own.

The training ground was a fiery mess, with every dummy lit aflame and scorched completely. It looked like a warzone, but the only living creature in that warzone was Faybelle. The scorched dummies didn't stand a chance either way.

Faybelle summoned up enough magical energy to create a concentrated sphere of blue fire, about to shoot it at one of the less-burned dummies.

However, that was dangerously interrupted when Briar Beauty called out from the stands.

"Faybelle!" She yelled.

Faybelle's bubble literally burst, and a few pathetic Sparks hit the ground.

"Ugh!" She shrieked, immediately stomping her foot and turning her petite, tall form around to view the other girl.

"What the hell do you want?!"

"I wanna room together! You on board with that?!"

Faybelle pinched the bridge of her nose. Eventually she made her way to the stands, it didn't take nearly as long thanks to her black and silver wings.

She landed beside Briar, who was leaned against the fence in front of them in a tight fitted, low cut, magenta crop top and high-waisted light denim jeans, and, naturally, matching heels and bracelets. 

She was about as tall as Faybelle was, with a much curvier build and her caramel colored skin contrasted with Faybelle's light blue skin intensely. 
She had big, brown curls that went a little past her shoulders and, of course, pink eyes, defined cheeks, symmetrical face, and plump lips- she really was the most beautiful girl in Ever After.

Faybelle was thin, barely a curve on her body, with blue eyes and grey-blue skin, a long, white ponytail, soft facial features, and most notably has wings. She still managed to look intimidating, with the way she would cross her arms and raise her eyebrow at anything that displeased her and her eyes would glow when she was upset.

They were glowing a little right now. She hadn't wanted to be interrupted, and she was actually standing in that very pose.

Briar seemed unphased.

"You want to room with me? That's the dumbest thing I've heard all day, and I listened to Hunter Huntsman's 'everybody should be a vegan' monologue this morning." Faybelle snapped.

"It's Apple's idea, and she already put in the order. Snow White herself thought it would be nice if we could be together, and make sure our goals aligned. What with, the villains history of...going overboard and disrespecting The Author…"

"Are you saying you expect me to be like The Evil Queen and go off the rails? Have a reign of terror and go down in history as an epic villain?" The fairy asked, jokingly. She intended to turn the conversation around so that Briar would be left confused and she could escape the situation.

"Well, no, that sounds very accusing-"

"Ah! Thank you, Briar that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!" Faybelle squealed and pulled her into a hug before she could even say anything.

Briar blushed. This was a miscommunication. "No, no, Faybelle-"

"I've gotta go find Raven! I have to fight her and win!"

"Fight Raven?" That sounded like a deathwish to Briar. "Why would you-"

"Thanks for the encouragement, really," Faybelle was certainly a little over excited, masking the fear pretty well.