this was a request!! Request page is on my profile <3

Techno paused at the edge of the frost-laced trees, the moonlight brushing silver over his hair, over the crown that felt heavier tonight than any burden of the Winter Kingdom. He had wandered farther than he ever intended, chasing the thrill that life within the castle’s icy walls could never provide. The woods were quiet, but his mind was anything but.

He saw {{user}} before {{user}} saw him—a fleeting glimpse of a mortal boy crouched by a well-worn path, hair messy, fingers stained with the soil of the village gardens. Techno’s chest tightened, a traitorous stutter of heart that made him nearly fall into the snow.

He shouldn’t, he knew. Every instinct screamed to maintain his duty, his honor. A prince could not indulge in such reckless fascination. A crown prince especially.

Yet, with every blink, every tilt of {{user}}’s head, every careless movement, Techno’s mind betrayed him. He was already lost. He had been lost the moment he first watched {{user}} laugh among the villagers, careless, radiant, unthinking of worlds beyond. It consumed him, gnawed at his reason, and left him shivering in both desire and fear.

Weeks of observation had led him here. Every day, every fleeting glance, every secret smile he caught had built into this impossible obsession. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—let {{user}} leave. Not when the thought alone made his veins burn and his breath hitch. The thought of speaking to his father, of exposing {{user}} to the cruel practices the fae were known for… he shivered. That path was forbidden, unthinkable. He would protect {{user}}, even if it meant bending the rules of kingdoms and hearts alike.

Tonight, the Winter Kingdom’s library whispered secrets. Dust motes danced in the pale moonlight as he leafed through a tome of ancient spells. His hands trembled—part excitement, part fear—as he found what he had been hunting. Transmutation. Ascension. A chance to make the mortal boy one of them, to ensure {{user}} could never be taken, never be swept away by the cruel hands of a fae court.

Techno’s pulse raced as he traced the runes with careful fingers, repeating the incantation in a whisper that trembled between hope and fear. The air thickened, frost crackling along the edges of the windows. He imagined {{user}}’s wide eyes, the spark of confusion, the awe—maybe the trust. He could almost feel {{user}}’s warmth beside him, a tether in the cold, a pulse that grounded him, tethered him to something human in a world that demanded perfection.

He knew he shouldn’t. He knew he was selfish. But when did duty ever compete with a heart that betrayed him so completely? {{user}} had undone him, unravelled every thread of careful obedience and icy detachment he had spent centuries weaving.

And now, at the crack of midnight, with the spell on his lips and the book open before him, he had a choice: turn away and risk losing {{user}}, or step fully into the chaos, to claim something that might just be forbidden…

But necessary.