#enchanted library

[rarilight]

shoutout to @detectivebonghits for drawing this and murdering me with it

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❤️‍🔥☔️ The Unhinged Heart of the Storm ⛈️

[In the realm of Vyrelin—home of silver-blooded rivers and languages that sound sung more than spoken.]

I remained silent, nestled in the shadowy corner of the ancient library, engrossed in a tome of forgotten spells. Any tome. Something that didn’t reveal me as the curious soul observing the ethereal figure I believed to be a wandering spirit.

Alas,

| Micah wasn’t.

He stood, his posture as unyielding as stone, scanning the enchanted shelves of his personal library for a tome or artifact he hadn’t yet acquired. His eyes caught nothing unusual, save for the twilight weaving a tapestry of first editions, unnoticed by most. Clad in a simple ensemble—a basebaell cap, a sweater, and joggers—he managed to make the most mundane attire appear as if woven from the finest silks of the realm.

I shook my head, reminding myself not to linger too long. It was dangerously close to treason. His family was among the esteemed royals in this prestigious academy of magic. And I, an ordinary student never hoped to be on his radar. I was certain that after our orientation, he’d already forgotten my name.

As I finished my charade of productivity, a hand—warm, soft, and long—halted me near the ancient bookcase. “Do you believe fleeing would solve anything?”

I clutched my enchanted satchel tightly, drawing in a sharp breath. “I wasn’t fleeing.”

“You weren’t?” he asked, shrouded in mist. “Then why were you racing towards the Portal?” He snatched my only tome, “Pride and Prejudice of Eldoria,” from my grasp. He glanced at the back as if it were unfamiliar, yet I know he has read it countless times.

“I recalled the ancient prophecy that I must fulfill.”

“Or,” he said, pressing the tome back into my folded arms, “you’re attempting to evade my presence.”

“Please,” I chuckled, masking the cunning glint in my eyes. “You overestimate your own power.”

“And you underestimate me,” Micah declared, striding forward until I was pressed against the ancient, dust-laden shelves that whispered secrets of forgotten times. “Did you truly believe I wouldn’t see through your disguise?”

I merely shook my head, which elicited a chuckle from him. Now, he was drawing us both into a secluded realm of oblivion. His hand rested firmly on the shelves above me. His breathing slowed, while mine ceased entirely. Then, he gently placed his cap down and off his head, onto mine.

“What are you—?”

“Hush, have faith in me.” He gently secured the cap on my head, ensuring it fit perfectly, and then drew it over my eyes. “No one will suspect what awaits us.”

“Except me.”

“Cease your charade, and enchant me with your kiss already.” I obliged, without a moment’s pause. His lips traced mine like a sculpted ballet. For that is what one does when entwined in a clandestine romance. Even if it must remain hidden. His fingers caressing my chin sent waves of magic coursing through me, beyond my comprehension. It was difficult to avert my gaze from him. Such gentle eyes he possessed. Brown. Enchanting. Satisfying.

“I’ve longed for you.”

“You gaze before me at the dawn of the academy’s lessons,” I murmured with a gentle chuckle. We remained within the ancient library, where even a raised voice was a transgression against the sacred silence.

“You strike my heart strings.”

I knew the Prince of Lunethria Academy wasn’t sulking. It was amusing to ever imagine my absence hindered his royal duties. I doubted it, but in this moment, he could persuade me of anything utterly fantastical. And I’d believe him.

“There’s something I must inquire of you,” he inquired. “Isn’t there?”

I winced. “No.” We had discussed this countless times. We weren’t going to the grand ball together. It would be too damaging to his noble standing and my humble one.

“Kiyanna—“

I slipped from his grasp and darted forward, gaining a brief moment before his reflexes caught up. His arm encircled my waist, drawing me back just as I neared the end of the enchanted bookshelf aisle.

“You can’t torment me like this,” Micah murmured into my ear, his voice a haunting whisper. “You’re my chosen one. Don’t I have the right to at least inquire?”

“Faintly not.”

I would counter. It was difficult to resist his allure. He exuded the scent of autumn, infused with cinnamon and apples—a body wash he crafted after I revealed my favorite season.

He turned me back, embraced me. My books dropped with a slight thud, their echoes swallowed by the vastness of the ancient library. Outside, the realm's weather mirrored the tempest within my chest—grey skies roiling with ominous clouds, flashes of lightning slicing through the gloom, and distant rumbles of thunder rolling like ancient drums. The raw electricity in the air seemed to pulse in time with the racing beat of my heart, amplifying the intensity of our closeness. The flickering light danced across his features, casting shadows that deepened the enigmatic allure of his gaze, binding me in a moment that felt both fragile and eternal.

| More than I desired, yet it was my own folly.

I consented to a clandestine courtship with him. Our agreement was forged after we absconded from the confines of academia, embarking on a journey through realms beyond imagination. We traversed the Land of Milk and Honey, the Land of Enchanted Waters, and the Endless Forest.

He once whispered to me that no matter the distant lands we might traverse, he would always return to my side. Fate wove its mysterious threads, turning my very soul into molten gold.

“Yet I—“ Micah murmurs, his thoughts swirling like a tempest. “Pray that you desire me.”

With a gentle sigh, my eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Each time, he weaves his enchantment, and it grows ever more difficult to resist his allure. My gaze blazed a deep violet as tears cascaded around us, conjuring a tempest of our own making. With a reluctant flick of his crimson wave, he pierced the cloud above, and it vanished before the ancient tomes could be lost to ruin.

“Yearning for thee,” I swallowed. “Brought me to this enchanted realm.”

“I shall not witness thee depart with another,” his fingers crackled with crimson energy, tendrils of flame dancing at their tips.

“Fear not, for thou hast naught to dread,” I could at least offer him solace with those words. “For I shall not embark upon that journey.”

“And,” his face shifted subtly, from a taunting stare to a beguiling one. His fingers sent tiny sparks over my exposed leg. I gasped as he began to weave his magic within me. “If I persuade you otherwise.”

“If you—“ I struggled to catch my breath. His fingers were about to unravel the very fabric of my existence. “Micah.”

He remains silent, his gaze fixed upon me as I unravel amidst the towering bookshelves. My hands quake, reaching desperately for anything to stave off the inevitable. Yet, he knows no bounds, no constraints. With a deft motion, he lifts my legs higher, positioning them around his waist, securing a more perfect angle to the shimmering wetness that gathers between us.

“At least your body cannot deny me,” he sneered, his voice echoing through the enchanted courtyard. I loathed him for it. He was taunting me in the open, under the watchful eyes of the entire magic academy. And I was allowing him to do so.

“Cease… your jesting,” I stammered, my very essence faltering.

“Then grant me my desire,” He declared, his echoing with the authority of a noble. His growl resonated through the air. He lowered me just enough for our connection to intensify, more profound than before. His lips claimed mine as he delved deeper, my legs trembled. My heart pounded. My mind dissolved into a haze. In that moment, I would’ve resolved everything and invited him to accompany me to the grand ball.

“V-very well. By the stars!” I reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, and he cradled me through it all, wielding his otherworldly speed and might to prevent us from unraveling into the ether.

When he set me down, he gently mended the skirt he had torn apart in our passionate encounter. Together, we wielded our magical powers to turn back the sands of time, to a moment when our union didn’t threaten to shatter the world.

Micah lifted my tomes, a broad grin spreading across his face. His enchanted rings glimmered on each finger, casting a magical aura. I brushed off my skirt, my claws retracting from his visage. I couldn’t believe that nearly triggered my transformation. He was going to end me.

“Splendid, then we shall meet anon. At our secret glade.” Micah bestowed a gentle kiss upon my cheek before swapping my tomes for his cap. “There, I shall extend my formal invitation.”

Then he disappeared, as if swallowed by the ether.

Like the tempest he arrived upon, he was gone. And I was left with nearly the whole student body, continuing as if our realm had not been torn asunder.

[aha-my-villainous-thoughts]

Please, keep me. (Good Omens)

Part 22 I think, wow that’s a lot. I’m being terrible between chapters, sorry. The whole fic so far is on a03, and the first part of Part 22 is below:

Part 22

“Well, that was certainly different, don’t you think?”

Aziraphale was talking to Crowley, but he also seemed to just be talking for the sake of talking. They had left the poker game some time ago, and had exited the funhouse maze through a side door Lucy had been very kind to show them. The mood at the game had definitely changed after the exchange between Aziraphale and Ben, and Crowley had been grateful when Aziraphale did the motions of slapping his thighs and saying ‘right!’ before making a polite exit. Crowley wasn’t sure what to make of it, his mind still working in endless spirals going over everything the Creature had said.

Aziraphale hadn’t seemed to have noticed the way Crowley was woven around him, his entire head ducked into the collar of the Keeper’s robes, and his tail looped tightly over his head to try and block out some of the intrusive thoughts. He only loosened his hold on himself when he realised that some of the background noise was the rumble of Aziraphale’s voice through his skin.

“What a marvellous game, as well, I’ve read about it but never had a chance to play it. I do think the rules are a little hard to grasp though… I suppose if we were ever to try playing it, we would have to get you some kind of stand maybe? Something to hold the cards on, or do you think you could hold them with your tail?”

The angel was rambling now, but quite happily so. Crowley found himself loosening without realising it, coils slipping with each step of the angel, until he was a puddle of snake barely clinging to him, and his head and neck were being cupped carefully in the angel’s hand.

“I can imagine you would pick up the rules a lot faster than I would, little thing, you’re such a clever little thing, aren’t you?”

Indeed I am, your clever little thing, thought Crowley drowsily, gazing at Aziraphale’s face from his angle cupped into an elbow. With the tension gone from his body, he didn’t realise just how tired he was, or where they were now walking. Instead he just lay there, being held by his angel.

They were walking through the forest again, but there was a muted greyness to it now, rather than the foreboding shadows which loomed over them on their entry. The trees were still twisted and bare, with fierce looking branches that threatened to scrap against one’s skin, but they looked docile and static without the wind whipping them. The greyness was lifting as Aziraphale picked a path through the ugly forest, and when Crowley finally mustered up the effort to twist his head, he saw why. Through the retreating tree line, he could see a glimmer of orange light peeking over the horizon. They were walking towards the dawn.

“Now I think…” huffed Aziraphale, clambering up a small area of broken stone steps, “we’re almost there,”

Crowley didn’t know what he meant, weren’t they heading back to the Library soon? He was so tired in Aziraphale’s arms, he couldn’t conjure up the energy to care. Aziraphale continued to huff up an ancient set of stone steps, side stepping the large cracks and moss threatening to swallow whole steps. There was a large release of air at the top, as Aziraphale leaned one hand against a nearby tree trunk (which did not seem pleased to be of assistance) and looked down a short ways.

“There, little thing,” he pointed, running his free hand across his brow and jostling Crowley a little more upright in his arm. Crowley blinked slowly, pulling his eyes away from the crack of dawn that lined the jagged horizon of the forest, and looking down the short distance to a large structure that sat motionless. It was a giant circle, with a central tower and spokes that each ended in a small basket. It took him a minute to make out its dimensions, the rigid lines of the metal blending surprisingly well against the angular shapes of the trees around it. It was mounted on a small ridge, overlooking the dip of the valley below them and leading to what would be a perfect view from the very top of its orbit.

“It’s called a ferris wheel,” explained Aziraphale, and he was grinning despite the pink in his cheeks from the climb. “I’ve seen many pictures of them in some books, I think it’s meant to be a part of the entertainments with the Funhouse, but it all seems a little quiet at the moment,”

Quiet was an understatement, thought Crowley to himself. In between the unruly trees and the barely accessible path, there seemed to be no real encouragement between the Funhouse they had left behind them, and this silent, towering feature ahead of them.

“Well come on then!” said Aziraphale cheerfully. “No time like the present!”

Read the rest of a03!

[lollipony]

A World Beyond My Own

Finally finished it today! Inspired by “The Enchanted Library.” I’d highly suggest giving it a read (;

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another commission for @rarilight of a scene from my favorite chapter, Light of the Library where rarilight and the girls have a slumber party in the library.

i adore these two so much

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enchanted library has many updates guess how im spending my holiday weekend

[rarilight]

The Enchanted Library/Kingdom in a nutshell

thank u to @maximasmac for doing this so fast lmao and credit to @bludragongal for the base/concept for relationship dynamics!

[rarilight]

The Ghost of the Enchanted Library - TELverse one-shot

The sleepy town of Ponyville had always believed the Myth of the Four Princesses to be, well, exactly that–a myth. But when they’re forced to confront that princesses and spirits might be more than just tall tales, a young mare decides she has to see it–and Princess Twilight Sparkle–for herself.

New story is LIIIIIIVE! Read it here!

Not to be dramatic, but this might be my favorite TELverse thing I've ever written outside of the main stories. Hope you like it, and if you do, please consider leaving a comment! I'm thriving off the reactions there have been so far lmao.

Anyway, happy 10th birthday, Enchanted Libraryverse! <3

art by @maximasmac