Jul 16, 2026 · 44 min · 11 segments
All Charlie wants is to be left alone with his dragons. However, building a one-of-a-kind hatchery to breed and care for endangered whelps costs a pretty galleon. Enter Pansy Parkinson. Event planner…
Charlie slowly opened his eyes and gazed at the unfamiliar ceiling as his memories of the previous night came flooding back to him.
He was certain he would have woken up to find it had all been a dream, a deliciously mind-blowing dream, but a dream nonetheless.
As he looked to his left, he came to terms with the fact that he'd spent an entire night with the witch he couldn't get out of his head.
He turned his head to survey the rest of the room in daylight, and nearly jumped out of his skin when he met a pair of wide eyes that were far too close to his face.
He glanced quickly back at the sleeping Pansy before returning to the elf, who was giving him a stern look.
He cleared the sleep from his throat as he croaked out, "Um, yes." "I is Pippy.
You is wanting breakfast now or later?" Charlie tried to gather his bearings as he realized he wore nothing but a thin sheet and was conversing with an elf about breakfast like it was an everyday occurrence.
"Later, please, um, Pippy.
Thank you." The elf gave him a brief nod before disappearing with a snap of her tiny fingers.
Flopping back on the bed, he let out a deep breath.
That was certainly an interesting way to wake up.
Pansy reached for him sleepily, and he automatically pulled her up against his chest.
She felt so right curled up to his side, but he was worried about how she would react when she woke.
Charlie needed a plan to keep this witch in his life without scaring her off again.
He knew Pansy was skittish and had her reasons for not wanting to be involved, but this spark between them wasn't dying out anytime soon.
Not that he wanted it to.
He was aware that he was obsessed with her and would do just about anything to keep her.
Pansy nuzzled into his chest, and he loved that she responded to him even in her sleep.
He watched as her hand gripped his skin tighter before she finally opened her eyes.
The emotions slowly danced across her face like a kaleidoscope.
Satisfaction, confusion, panic, then realization.
She pulled away from him, but smiled nervously.
Charlie slowly opened his eyes and gazed at the unfamiliar ceiling as his memories of the previous night came flooding back to him.
He was certain he would have woken up to find it had all been a dream, a deliciously mind-blowing dream, but a dream nonetheless.
As he looked to his left, he came to terms with the fact that he'd spent an entire night with the witch he couldn't get out of his head.
He turned his head to survey the rest of the room in daylight, and nearly jumped out of his skin when he met a pair of wide eyes that were far too close to his face.
He glanced quickly back at the sleeping Pansy before returning to the elf, who was giving him a stern look.
He cleared the sleep from his throat as he croaked out, "Um, yes." "I is Pippy.
You is wanting breakfast now or later?" Charlie tried to gather his bearings as he realized he wore nothing but a thin sheet and was conversing with an elf about breakfast like it was an everyday occurrence.
"Later, please, um, Pippy.
Thank you." The elf gave him a brief nod before disappearing with a snap of her tiny fingers.
Flopping back on the bed, he let out a deep breath.
That was certainly an interesting way to wake up.
Pansy reached for him sleepily, and he automatically pulled her up against his chest.
She felt so right curled up to his side, but he was worried about how she would react when she woke.
Charlie needed a plan to keep this witch in his life without scaring her off again.
He knew Pansy was skittish and had her reasons for not wanting to be involved, but this spark between them wasn't dying out anytime soon.
Not that he wanted it to.
He was aware that he was obsessed with her and would do just about anything to keep her.
Pansy nuzzled into his chest, and he loved that she responded to him even in her sleep.
He watched as her hand gripped his skin tighter before she finally opened her eyes.
The emotions slowly danced across her face like a kaleidoscope.
Satisfaction, confusion, panic, then realization.
She pulled away from him, but smiled nervously.
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