#fableforge answers

Thank you so much for your ask. 😊

Here’s what came to mind:

(since it all got a bit confusing with names and pronouns otherwise, I decided to split the gender-variable ROs by gender just to keep things a little clearer.)

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Alexos:

His initial surprise swiftly deepens into a mortified flush, heat visibly spreading across his cheeks.

"Beautiful?" he echoes softly, clearly caught off guard.

And when you sternly insist - loudly and earnestly - that your heart belongs solely to Alexos, and stunning though he may be, he should please leave, the flush only worsens.

Before you can continue your heartfelt protests, he swiftly pulls you to your feet. You sway, stubbornly resisting as he gently guides you away, muttering fondly, "Yes, yes, I understand. Now come along."

Across the room, he catches Zephiron's amused glance and pointedly avoids it, silently pleading for mercy as you continue your unwavering praise of him.

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Alexa:

Her initial surprise swiftly deepens into a mortified flush, heat visibly spreading across her cheeks.

"Beautiful?" she echoes softly, clearly caught off guard.

Yet when you sternly insist - loudly and earnestly - that your heart belongs solely to Alexa, and stunning though she may be, she should please leave, the flush only worsens.

Before you can continue your heartfelt protests, she swiftly pulls you to your feet. You sway, stubbornly resisting as she gently guides you away, muttering fondly, "Yes, yes, I understand. Now come along."

Across the room, she catches Zephyra's amused glance and pointedly avoids it, silently pleading for mercy as you continue your unwavering praise of her.

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Theron:

He pauses, momentarily startled, before warmth gently spreads across his expression, soft and deeply touched.

"Oh," he murmurs, a quiet flush coloring his cheeks. "I see. I wouldn't dream of intruding on such devotion."

You insist again, earnestly reminding him you're happily taken - by him, naturally - and his tender smile only deepens at your sincerity.

Despite your protests, he quietly fetches water and carefully guides it to your lips, voice affectionate and faintly amused as he whispers, "Please drink. I'm certain Theron would prefer you clear-headed enough to recognize him."

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Thera:

She pauses, momentarily startled, before warmth gently spreads across her expression, soft and deeply touched.

"Oh," she murmurs, a quiet flush coloring her cheeks. "I see. I wouldn't dream of intruding on such devotion."

You insist again, earnestly reminding her you're happily taken - by her, naturally - and her tender smile only deepens at your sincerity.

Despite your protests, she quietly fetches water and carefully guides it to your lips, voice affectionate and faintly amused as she whispers, "Please drink. I'm certain Thera would prefer you clear-headed enough to recognize her."

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Zephiron:

A bright, delighted laugh escapes him, eyes glittering with mischievous curiosity.

"Oh? Already spoken for?" he asks, tilting his head with exaggerated interest. "Tell me more about this Zephiron. What exactly do you find so charming about him?"

You eagerly launch into a heartfelt, if slightly slurred, account of his countless virtues. He leans closer, wicked grin deepening as he urges you on.

"Truly? His eyes, you say? Fascinating. Do go on."

He listens with unabashed amusement, already savoring every detail and each teasing opportunity he's gathering for tomorrow.

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Zephyra:

A bright, delighted laugh escapes her, eyes glittering with mischievous curiosity.

"Oh? Already spoken for?" she asks, tilting her head with exaggerated interest. "Tell me more about this Zephyra. What exactly do you find so charming about her?"

You eagerly launch into a heartfelt, if slightly slurred, account of her countless virtues. She leans closer, wicked grin deepening as she urges you on.

"Truly? Her eyes, you say? Fascinating. Do go on."

She listens with unabashed amusement, already savoring every detail and each teasing opportunity she's gathering for tomorrow.

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Dorian:

He freezes briefly, eyebrows rising in amused disbelief, before a slow, wicked smile curls across his lips.

"Already taken? Oh, what a pity," he drawls shamelessly, leaning in just a touch closer. "Are you certain I can't tempt you … just this once?"

Yet despite his most enticing smirk, you cheerfully refuse him, loudly insisting your heart is firmly captured - by Dorian himself. He falls quiet, eyes narrowing slightly as something unfamiliar flickers behind his gaze.

"Well," he murmurs softly, almost to himself, "I suppose you still find ways to catch me off guard."

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Dione:

She freezes briefly, eyebrows rising in amused disbelief, before a slow, wicked smile curls across her lips.

"Already taken? Oh, what a pity," she drawls shamelessly, leaning in just a touch closer. "Are you certain I can't tempt you … just this once?"

Yet despite her most enticing smirk, you cheerfully refuse her, loudly insisting your heart is firmly captured - by Dione herself. She falls quiet, eyes narrowing slightly as something unfamiliar flickers behind her gaze.

"Well," she murmurs softly, almost to herself, "I suppose you still find ways to catch me off guard."

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Rhaelos:

His expression stays carefully neutral, though something quietly softens in his dark eyes.

"Understood," he replies evenly, the faintest twitch of amusement tugging at his lips. "Loyalty is admirable. I'll make sure this Rhaelos hears about this in great detail."

Yet he remains protectively close, shielding you from anyone who might exploit your drunken state - Dorian and his dubious jokes included. He doesn’t move away, even when you start pelting pieces of bread at his head, still convinced he is flirting. Quietly enduring your misguided assault, he subtly places himself between you and any further threats - real, imagined, or edible.

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Rhaela:

Her expression stays carefully neutral, though something quietly softens in her dark eyes.

"Understood," she replies evenly, the faintest twitch of amusement tugging at her lips. "Loyalty is admirable. I'll make sure this Rhaela hears about this in great detail."

Yet she remains protectively close, shielding you from anyone who might exploit your drunken state - Dione and her dubious jokes included. She doesn’t move away, even when you start pelting pieces of bread at her head, still convinced she is flirting. Quietly enduring your misguided assault, she subtly places herself between you and any further threats - real, imagined, or edible.

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???:

She blinks, eyes wide and bright with delight as your fiercely drunken declaration of loyalty sinks in.

"Oh - that's so sweet, I can't - I just -" she stammers, voice filled with emotion, before abruptly launching herself at you.

You, however, fail entirely to recognize her and immediately try to push her away, loudly protesting that you're already spoken for. She ignores your objections, relentless in her affection as she showers you with kisses and laughter, leaving you both rolling gracelessly across the floor.

"Theron/Thera!" you gasp desperately, reaching out for rescue.

Yet Theron/Thera only watches, a helpless, uncertain smile tugging at their lips as they shrug lightly, clearly deciding it's wiser not to interfere.

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Drakon:

A fierce, delighted grin spreads across Drakon's face, eyes darkening at your stubborn insistence that you're already taken - by none other than Drakon himself.

"Now that's what I like to hear," he growls approvingly, clearly enjoying your loud, slurred declarations. "Let's make sure everyone hears it."

Before you can protest further, Drakon hoists you effortlessly over his shoulder, shamelessly carrying you off and ignoring the amused whistles behind him.

Ah, yes. That ask. I’ve seen it around here a lot. Thanks for letting me take a swing at it too. 💛 (Though fair warning: this one was trickier than most for me. So be gentle with me, will you? 🥹)

Anyway:

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Alexos / Alexa Their hands curl into fists. Not necessarily in anger (well, maybe a little) but mostly in that quiet, aching sort of frustration that makes you wonder if the universe is trying to say something. Maybe they’re not meant to touch you. Not with hands that caused so much more hurt than comfort. They don’t say a word. But Gods, do they doubt themselves.

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??? Absolutely livid. She’s waited so long. She timed it perfectly. The moon was right there. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” She yells at the sky, throwing her arms wide like she could throttle the stars.

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Drakon Not amused. At all. The first time? A coincidence. The second? A bad joke. The third? He’s done playing. He shoves you up against the nearest surface, grin all teeth and defiance. “Fuck the universe.” And then he kisses you anyway.

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Theron / Thera They try to be patient. They really do. They breathe in. Exhale. Offer you a soft, slightly strained smile. “It’s alright,” they murmur. “We can wait.” But their fingers tremble just a little when they brush yours.

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Zephiron / Zephyra Oh, they love a challenge. The first few interruptions are met with a lifted brow and a soft laugh, “Well, this is getting ridiculous.” But they don’t mind working for it. Problem-solving is half the joy. But let’s be clear: they’re getting that kiss. Eventually.

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Dorian / Dione Utterly unimpressed. And very, very annoyed. “What next?” they mutter, deadpan, as a flock of celestial swans divebombs the moment. They’ve survived cults, Gods, and betrayal, and the universe won’t even give them this? Figures. Absolutely perfectly fucking figures. They sulk for the rest of the day.

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Oh, thank you for this question. 🧡 Let’s wander into their mornings together:

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Alexos / Alexa: They’d struggle. Not because they don’t want to stay (gods, they do) but because duty’s claws are already in their back. So they’d wrap you up in their arms for a fleeting moment, press a kiss to your forehead like it means everything (because it does), and leave. Fast. Efficient. Focused. But it will be noticeable how quickly they return. They won’t speak of it, but it’s written in the way they walk back to you like they were holding their breath the whole time.

???: Stay? Of course she stays. She flops right back into the blankets with a laugh, tucks herself into your side like it’s the most natural place in the world, and forgets entirely that she was supposed to be somewhere two hours ago. Eventually, someone very annoyed will show up to drag her out the door while she pouts and blows you a kiss. Regret? None. She’d do it again.

Drakon: If he truly has to leave, nothing can stop him. Not even you wrapped around his waist like the world depends on it. But it’s fine. He just picks you up. Under one arm, or draped over his shoulder, you’re coming with him. “Clingy?” he murmurs, amused. “Then cling. I don’t mind.” And he means it. You might just end up pressed to his back while he sharpens a blade, utterly unbothered.

Theron / Thera: You look at them with those eyes. Soft, pleading, sleepy. And that’s it. They fold like dew-soaked grass. A quiet sigh, a whisper of, “Just a little longer…” They’re already rearranging themselves to cradle you closer, lips brushing your hair. Later, they’ll mumble something about missed responsibilities, but they won’t regret a second of it.

Zephiron / Zephyra: Oh, they’ll smile. They’ll let you tug them close, hands sliding around their waist. They'll even melt a little when you whisper against their skin. But they’re wind, love. And wind doesn’t stay caged. So they kiss you, soft, slow, unfairly good, and then, while you’re blinking at the ceiling, they vanish like a ghost in the Underworld. “Miss me today, will you?” The words brush your ears like falling feathers. Then you’ll hear laughter fading down the hall. And you know: you will miss them.

Dorian / Dione: They complain. Gods, they complain. But they don’t move. Instead, they rest their cheek against your temple and stay exactly where you want them. If anything, they shift closer. You’ll notice it: The flicker of something too warm in their violet eyes. They won’t say a word, but you’ll know. They love this.

Thank you so much for the ask! It was a lot of fun to think about. 🤗 For this scenario, I’m imagining that the MC and each RO are already in a committed, loving relationship.

So, let's go:

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Alexos/Alexa: They did something incredibly thoughtful and selfless for you - without saying a word, and without expecting anything in return. So you can’t help yourself. You have to show them how much you love them.

They react with startled tension. Blink. Blink. A single: “What are you -?” And then they go completely still - warm, quiet beneath your touch.

They don’t stop you. They wouldn’t dare. But when you finally pull back, they’re flushed, stunned - and holding onto you just a little tighter.

“…Okay. That was… uncalled for. But not unwelcome.”

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Theron/Thera They looked at you with that soft little smile and whispered, “I have the feeling I was always destined to meet you.” And you can’t let them just say that. Not without a reaction.

So you give them one.

They laugh - genuine, light, a little surprised. They tilt their head into the kisses, eyes half-lidded, a breathy, dreamy: “More?”

You make them glow. And they let it happen like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“If this is the price I have to pay for saying that, I’ll pay it gladly.”

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Rhaelos/Rhaela They handed you something simple - like tea, or your favorite snack - without a word. Just that look. That look. The one that says your well-being is always their first priority.

And you can’t hold back anymore. They gave you something - so you're giving something back.

When you do, they go completely still. Not resisting - just processing. One brow lifts, slowly. Because, well… you’re kissing them. A lot.

When it’s over, they blink once and say, deadpan: “I suppose I deserved this.”

You’re not entirely sure if they meant it as punishment or reward.

...But they do pull you back in. Very gently. Very deliberately.

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Dorian/Dione They teased you with that stupidly charming smirk and said, “You’re cute when you pout.”

So you decide to punish them. Oh, they want cute? You’ll give them cute.

They start cackling - melting - fighting back with a dramatic gasp and flailing limbs: “Ah! Betrayed! Attacked by affection! Is nothing sacred?”

They take off running, but it’s all mock flight - and you’re already chasing after them, grinning like a storm.

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Drakon He said something smug - “I know you want me.” And then winked.

So sure of himself. So infuriatingly confident. Just once, you want to throw him off balance. Surprise him. And since he’s so certain you can’t resist him... You don’t.

You launch yourself at him.

His reaction comes in perfect order: Confused. Amused. Very, very still. Then - a low, pleased growl as you kiss every inch of that maddeningly arrogant face.

“You know,” he murmurs, voice like heat, “only you get to do that. Anyone else would be on the floor by now.”

You like the way he says it. Because now you get to feel a little smug.

And if you try to leave - he pulls you right back in.

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Zephiron/Zephyra They saw right through you.

Caught that spark in your eyes, the one you thought you’d hidden, and said something infuriatingly observant like, “You always look like that when you’re planning something.” With that knowing grin.

You hate that you can never surprise them. But you’ll never stop trying.

So you launch your attack: kisses. Everywhere.

They inhale sharply. Then laugh - soft, breathy, delighted. And their arms close around your waist as you kiss them into silence.

“So that was your plan,” they murmur.

And then they kiss you back. Fewer places. But with far more precision than should be legal.

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??? She started this war.

She was the one who ambushed you first- peppering you with kisses so fast and so many you could barely breathe. So when she finally pulls back, laughing and breathless -

You immediately return fire.

She squeals. Instantly. Laughing, gasping, clinging to you like you're both about to fly.

“Wait – wait – stop - no don’t stop - aaaaaah!”

She’s absolutely delighted.

But don’t get cocky - she will retaliate. Tenfold. There will be chaos. There will be spinning. Something will get knocked over.

Thank you so much for the ask! 💛 I feel like this one can be interpreted in a few different ways, but for this answer, I’m going with this version: The MC isn’t caught in a nightmare - they murmur the RO’s name softly, dreamily. And yes… they’re already together. Already in love.

Here’s how each RO might react:

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Alexos/Alexa They smile down at your sleeping form, heart full to the brim. One fingertip gently traces your cheek. This must be what peace feels like. And you brought them here.

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Zephiron/Zephyra They shift closer with a soft smile, curling into your warmth. Incredible, how far things have come - how they no longer flinch in moments like this. But you’re their person. So, thank the Gods, they’re yours, too.

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Dorian/Dione They smile - gently, surprisingly so. But also tuck the moment away like a secret. Because yes, you’ll be hearing about this in the morning.

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Theron/Thera Their heart just melts. You’re their world, their safe place - and every time they feel that love returned, it shines through them like moonlight.

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Rhaelos/Rhaela They sit up slightly at first, eyes scanning for danger - but when they see your calm, your smile, the quiet way you whisper their name... They lean in. And press the gentlest kiss to your forehead.

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Drakon He’s half-asleep himself - instincts always tuned for threat. But this? This is no threat. So he doesn’t wake - just moves closer, one heavy hand placed instinctively over your heart. If your heartbeat shifted, he’d know. But like this… he sleeps on. Safe. Claimed. Home.

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How would the ROs react to an MC who not only gets hypnotized afer confidently declaring they can't be hypnotized, but then confesses their feelings for the RO?

For context: 👉🏻 Previous Mind Control Ask

Hello! First of all, thank you so much for the ask - even if it took me forever to respond. Shame on me 🙈

But now, finally:

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You swore - loudly, confidently, possibly with crossed arms and a raised brow -

“I can’t be hypnotized.”

Not you. Never. Impossible.

Two seconds later:

Blank eyes. Slack jaw.

And then, in a voice sweet as honey:

“I think about your hands way more than I should.”

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Theron / Thera

Covers their mouth. Not in shock, but in order not to laugh.

They are far too polite to interrupt - but the corners of their mouth are definitely shaking.

You’re lying in the grass, whispering about how their eyes look like moss in the rain.

They just nod. Calmly.

“Very interesting. Please continue.”

Normally, they wouldn’t listen to words drawn out by anything unnatural.

They don’t believe in forced truths.

But this time… they can’t help themselves.

Because you are just so unbearably adorable.

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Dorian / Dione

Collapses. Laughs so hard they choke on air.

“I will never let you forget this.”

Pulls out a scroll. Starts writing. Title: ‘Things You Said While Hypnotized Vol. I’

You are now a one-person comedy show and they are the live audience you never asked for.

Gods help you.

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Alexos / Alexa

Their soul visibly leaves their body.

They try to tell themselves:

“They’re hypnotized. They’re not themselves. This means nothing.”

This means everything and they know it.

They try to stop you. Not for your sake - for theirs.

Because they cannot handle you complimenting their hands the whole time.

They spend the next five minutes trying to unhypnotize you with sheer willpower. Doesn’t work. But looks very intimidating.

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Zephiron / Zephyra

You have exactly one second of smug superiority:

“See? Hypnosis is just -”

Bam. You drop like a stone. Eyes glassy. Voice dreamy.

You start muttering something about how they “move like a snowflake… and… beautiful hair.”

They blink. Then they laugh. Slowly.

And lean in, clearly enjoying every second.

“And how do you think my lips taste, hmm?”

Ohhh, you are so deeply doomed.

“And what’s your favorite part of my body?”

Theron/Thera has to step in - not just to save you from them,

but from yourself.

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Drakon

He stands there, arms crossed. Blank expression. Watches the disaster unfold in real time.

You, lovingly:

“You’re like a tragic sunset. I love that.”

Him, blinking once:

“What.”

And then - unexpectedly - he gets angry.

Not at you. At the spell.

Because how dare this ridiculous hypnosis make you say things you didn’t choose to.

He prefers you in your right state of mind.

Even if that mind is sometimes stubborn, annoying, or argumentative.

He strides over and just picks you up - either slinging you over his shoulder or tucking you under one arm, depending on your height and dignity.

Then, after a few steps, he pauses.

“Fine. I’m curious. …Explain the sunset.”

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???

Gasps. Loudly.

“OH! Is it working?! IS IT ACTUALLY WORKING?!”

She crouches down in front of you like she’s watching a butterfly emerge from its cocoon.

“What’s it like? What do you see? Do you feel warm on the inside? Say something cute!!”

You blink slowly. Murmur something emotional.

While you’re still under, mid-confession, she’s already raising her hand.

“I volunteer to go next!!”

Everyone else immediately agrees that this is a terrible idea.

She already says everything the moment she thinks it. She already blurts out her feelings mid-sentence without magical interference.

Hypnotizing her would be like trying to teach Poseidon how to swim. Pointless. Overkill. But she still wants to try.

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Rhaelos / Rhaela

Stands perfectly still. Unmoving. Silent.

Watches as you, eyes glassy, begin your descent into hypnotized honesty.

At first, they bear it with dignified calm.

You: “Your face looks like it was carved to make people confess sins they'd never committed.”

Them: “...Noted.”

Then it gets worse.

“Your hands look like they could destroy me or cradle me. I’d let them do both.”

“You smell like cold steel and the kind of night you never forget.”

“Your entire existence is morally intimidating… and I love that.”

And then something… shifts.

A single vein at the side of their neck pulses slightly. Their jaw tightens.

A slow, creeping redness begins to climb from beneath the collar of their armor.

By the time you whisper:

“You’re the sexiest embodiment of accountability I’ve ever seen,”

they are visibly red.

They say nothing.

But they turn away.

Very slowly.

Thank you so much! 💫 I cannot wait to release the next update either, and the RO reaction asks are honestly keeping me so creatively charged in the meantime.

As for your very intriguing question (which I’m more than happy to answer)… here’s how each RO might react to having a spicy dream about the MC during the crushing stage 😏

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Alexos/Alexa Frustrated. So frustrated. You’re under their skin and they can’t shake you loose - not even in sleep. And Gods, do they want to pin you to a bed and ruin you gently or otherwise. But instead, they wake up and stare at the ceiling for an hour, fists clenched.

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Theron/Thera Blushes. Hard. And quietly spirals. Not because they didn’t enjoy it, but because they’re not sure it’s fair - to dream about you like that without your permission. They’ll avoid eye contact for hours when they see you the next time. “…Sorry.” (for what? they won’t say.)

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Zephiron/Zephyra They don’t see the point in denying themselves, so they handle it - alone, and without guilt. Physical desire is just that - physical. But the fact that it’s you they’re dreaming of? That stays with them.

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Dorian/Dione Annoyed. So deeply annoyed. You’re in their head. In their dreams. In their nerves. They could have anyone in this camp. Anyone. They’ll go find someone. And yet… they won’t be satisfied.

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Drakon Amused. Deeply. He’s lived long enough to have had many dreams. And many bodies. But the fact that you can still get under his skin? Oh, he likes that. He considers doing something about it. But no - he’ll save that hunger. For the real you.

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Rhaelos/Rhaela Rattled. Quietly. Desire is not foreign - but overwhelming desire? That’s new. They try to ignore it. Pretend it didn’t shake them. But it did. "It’s fine. It means nothing," they think. (Spoiler: It means everything.)

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If the ros woke up one day and found that they had magically turned into a small and cute animal (like a kitten, puppy, hamster, little birdie… up to your choice rlly!) and at first they don’t know how to turn back, but eventually they find out that the solution is getting a kiss from the mc, how would they go about trying to communicate to the mc that they’re themselves trapped in an animal and get that kiss from the mc?

Sorry for how wordy this scenario turned out and I hope I didn’t make you too confused oop—

Ahh hi Kuura I know I’m very late with this, but - on the bright side - I’m actually happy with how it turned out! I hope your finals are going (or went?) well, and that you’re getting some well-earned rest in between 🫶

Also: thank you for planting this utterly ridiculous scenario in my head. Here’s what it turned into:

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Dorian/Dione - now: an extremely offended black kitten

The indignity. The fur. The purring. They despise every second of this.

Very well. If it takes a kiss to end this humiliation, so be it. They shall use every resource they have. In the form of fluff, whimpers, and a perfect purr. All in service of one goal: reaching your cursedly kissable face.

And then - The moment you turn your head - attack. A blur of fluff, a heroic leap, and a kitten-sized smooch right on your lips.

✨ Poof. Where the kitten once stood now kneels a very naked, very smug Dorian/Dione.

They stretch - slowly, luxuriantly - like a cat basking in sunlight, all while surveying the thoroughly stunned state you're in.

"What?" (They look deeply unimpressed.) "It's not my fault you didn’t recognize me right away." Dry. Unbothered. Slightly offended. Classic. "...Ugh. I still want to lick my hands."

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Alexos/Alexa - now: a serious-faced golden retriever pup

They genuinely consider just… staying a dog. No guilt. No speeches. No moral crises. Just chasing sticks and barking at clouds. Tempting.

But then they see you. And they know they have to turn back.

So they bark. Once. Again. Then they sit. Perfect posture. Heroic presence. Waiting.

You blink at them.

They guilt-stare.

You blink again.

They let out a single, huffy sigh, turn their golden-furred back to you with deep offense, and sulk so visibly it radiates through the room like thunderclouds. And that - that exact wounded, stubborn aura - you’ve seen it before. It hits you like lightning.

Wait a second. Alexos/Alexa?

Instinct takes over. You kneel, cup their furry cheeks, and press a kiss to their snout.

✨ Poof. And suddenly a very naked, very flustered Alexos /Alexa is scrambling for a cloak and dignity.

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Rhaelos/Rhaela - now: a sleek black cat with eyes like cold-forged steel and zero patience for this nonsense

They hate it. They hate all of it. The tail. The purring. The fact that they are currently eight inches tall and being offered tuna.

They don’t know how this happened. But at least they do know how to fix it. They just ... don’t know how to get there.

Because how, exactly, does one convince someone to kiss them - as a cat?

So they do what they do best: Avoid.

They perch somewhere high and brooding. Refuse eye contact. Silently judge you from atop shelves and shadows. It’s not personal. They’re just panicking.

But - unfortunately for them - you take this the wrong way. You see a beautiful, mysterious, tragic little cat… …who clearly just needs love.

So naturally, you spend the next thirty minutes crawling after them through the hideout like a lunatic, whispering, “Come here, baby, I won’t hurt you!” while they dart away with silent offense.

Eventually, you catch them. Victory.

You lift them in triumph. You grin. You smooch the tiny cat face. ✨ Poof. And suddenly - you're holding a naked, extremely uncomfortable, very silent Rhaelos/Rhaela in your arms like a newborn.

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Theron/Thera - now: a small red squirrel with green eyes

At first? They’re startled, of course. But not upset. After all… no one expects much from a squirrel.

And maybe, for once, they can just be. With you.

So they perch on your shoulder. Curl up in your lap. Play little games with buttons, bits of string, soft berries you offer on your palm.

You laugh. You talk to them like they’re a friend. And they are. They chirp back sometimes, tilting their head like they understand more than they should.

And eventually, you pause. Because the way they look at you - calm, patient, kind - it’s just… them. You know it. Those green eyes. That stillness. That quiet knowing in your bones.

So, gently, without fanfare, you lean down and press a soft kiss to the top of their tiny head.

✨ Poof. And now they are there. Real. Warm. Human. But... naked. Standing beside you with tousled hair and a peaceful smile that doesn't quite hide the wistfulness in their gaze.

“It was a beautiful day with you.” (a pause, a soft exhale) “I almost didn’t want it to end.”

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Zephiron/Zephyra - now: a pale little songbird with silver-tipped wings

The moment they realize what’s happened… They laugh. (Not out loud - birds don’t really laugh. But you can feel it in the way they circle once, twice, then soar into the wind.)

They can fly. And oh, how they do. Looping through the clouds, skimming rooftops, vanishing into sunlight.

But still - They never stray too far. Always return to your shoulder. Your hand. Your path. They land in your hair like they belong there. Because they kind of do.

At sunset, as the air cools and the sky softens, they perch silently on your outstretched palm. And then… they bow. Eyes closed. Precise. Graceful. Familiar.

It’s their bow. That odd little gesture you’ve come to know.

Your breath catches.

“…Zephiron/Zephyra?” You whisper it like a secret.

They lean forward, and their tiny beak touches your lips in a feather-light kiss.

✨ Poof.

And suddenly - your palm is pressed to the lips of a very naked Zephiron/Zephyra, kneeling before you, serene as moonlight.

“Thank you,” they murmur, voice calm as falling snow. “For the beautiful day.”

They rise, your hand slipping from theirs.

“But lucky for us both…” (their smile deepens - soft, but with a shadow behind it) “I’ve got my body back.”

And Gods help whoever looks a second too long.

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??? - now: a tiny, ridiculously fluffy rabbit with ears too big for her body

She thinks it’s funny at first. “Oh nooo, I’m cursed~,” she tries to squeak dramatically, but it just comes out as a tiny sneeze. Being a rabbit? Adorable. Hopping around? Kinda fun. Fluffy? Always.

But after a few hours… it’s not fun anymore. She can’t hold anything. She can’t touch you the way she wants to. She can’t kiss you.

And oh, she wants to.

So, naturally, she tries to turn back.

She hops over, climbs up your leg like a tiny, fuzzy ladder gremlin, reaches for your face with her stubby paws -

You:

“No. No. Off. What are you even doing -?”

She climbs again.

You:

“Can someone take this rabbit? Does she belong to anyone?!”

But before anyone can stop her - She launches. A wild leap of love and desperation. Her soft little nose smacks right against your lips.

✨ POOF.

There’s a flash of color and tears and suddenly - ??? is standing in front of you, gloriously naked, slightly trembling, and blinking fast to keep the tears back.

She looks at you with this soft, wrecked smile.

“I just wanted… to come back to you.”

And Gods. You feel like a monster.

You wrap her in every blanket you can find. You carry her around. You give her tea, and apologies, and laughter until her smile returns.

And you whisper -

“I loved you as a bunny. I love you as a Goddess. I just - love you.”

She sniffles. Then beams.

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Drakon - now: an exotic wolf cub with sharp amber eyes

He hates this. Absolutely despises it.

He’s tiny. Fuzzy. His paws are too big for his legs. It is humiliating.

He won’t beg. Won’t nuzzle or mewl or curl into your lap like some tragic fluffball.

Instead, he launches.

Straight at you. Snarling (in theory). Teeth bared (though still baby-small). Full fury in twelve inches of fuzzy rage.

You scream and then you run.

He chases you through the entire rebel camp, knocking over crates, scaring birds, and causing a full-on panic. You zigzag behind tents. He barrels through. Until finally - pounce.

You’re on your back. He’s standing on your chest, panting. You stare at each other. And before you can even process it, he leans in with his soggy puppy snout and smacks a wet, squelchy kiss right on your lips.

✨ BOOM.

There’s a very large, very naked, very smug Drakon suddenly on top of you. Muscles. Scars. Heat. Now very real. And you? You’re making a sound only dogs can hear. Probably steam coming out of your ears.

He glances down at the situation.

And slowly - very slowly - his face cracks into a wicked grin.