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"It was a midnight ball fanging with Spelldon's friends. I thought they'd be cliquey since they all go to that hex-casting exclusive boarding school, but I was joyfully mistaken, I tell you what." Valentine said as he sipped his Type-A-Latte. 

"Still pretending with the accent, huh?" Clawdeen scoffed, her zippered boot crossed over her leg as she leaned back in the chair, away from the table.

Draculaura lightly nudged her ghoulfriend's furry arm, "That is so good to hear, Valentine! Having friends and dating for true love really suits you. And this suit."

The short vampire gave a chef's kiss off her fangs, the flattered vampire waved her off in faux-modesty.

"Thank you, dar- (clears throat), Draculaura. It is a delight to actually talk with you."

The werewolf frowned, "What the hell did you two do while she was hypnotized under your lust-eyes?" 

"Nothing you need worry about, Deenie. It was all above the neck." Draculaura said, looping her lacey around Clawdeen's leather jacket. 

Clawdeen's yellow eyes narrowed on Valentine, "So the heads were still in play?"

"Haha, you are a quick one." Valentine laughed awkwardly, "Veering away from the past, I have happening-soon plans with Spelldon this weekend."

Draculaura's eyes melted as she squealed,"Ooooh, you two can't stay apart! It's like the witch-boy is under hypnotize." 

Valetine was about to speak but then his smile dropped, and he put a white finger to his chin.

"He's not, right?" Clawdeen asked, she enjoyed the discomfort on the Valentine's face.

"No, True Love would break the spell anyway." Dracualura said in defense of the immortal boy who's control-spell she'd broken herself.

Clawdeen's mind rushed with a very logical hypotheses, "But what if Spelldon wasn't into him then or now and it's just Valentine's manipulating-man-power-hand strangling Spelldon's brain."

"Valentine would know the difference. Right, Val?" Dracualura asked, full of confidence in the power of true and justice.

Valentine's lips curled under his fang, "He is my first real relationship, so what I have to base his activities off of.... Oh stakes!"

A poof of fuchsia clouds became a bat with a wide frown. Clawdeen barked as she laughed and slapped her knees. Draculaura took bat-Valentine in her palms and began petting him with one finger.

"Why am I here?" Kiyomi Haunterly asked as she hovered in Draculaura's living room.

"Kiyomi-chan, we need a favor to help a friend out. But we can't tell you what it is or the experiment won't work. Trust?" Draculaura explained to her ghost-friend.

The faceless ghost demurely took her hands behind her back, "I trust you, Draculaura, and will help any friend of yours."

"My oh my, graceful glider, you are of the finest character, and I am thrilled to make your acquainence." Valentine said as he strolled into the room, eyes only on Kiyomi.

Swiftly, Valentine took one of her hands, twisted her around, and planted a kiss on her transparent hand. "And may I just say you have the most beautiful..."

Valentine met with the blank canvas that was Kiyomi's face.

"Hair accessories. Are those cherry blossoms or lilacs?" He asked, showing his brightest smile.

"Groan and gag." Clawdeen said as she looked through the bookshelf.

Kiyomi's form turned purple, "Uhh, okay. You didn't, um, ask me my name and-"

Valentine stepped forward, barely a rose-petal away from Kyomi's presence.  The over-dressed-immortal clicked into the sense he felt when he wanted to hypnotize. He wished Draculaura had picked a friend with actual eyes, but he heard the ghost's trembling voice turn relaxed and certain. 

"Ōmaigōsuto." Kiyomi said, she drifted into Valentine's body and willed him to hug himself. The vampire thoroughly turned a rich red. Through Valentine's voice, she softly said, "I've never felt like this before..."

Suddenly the vampire screeched, his eyes went black, and all his teeth turned carnivorous. The ghost jumped out of him; she giggled as he patted his face with a handkerchief. 

"Slather me with butter and call me corn!" Valentine said, his usually cold body was uncomfortably luke-warm from the possession. 

Kiyomi floated beside Valentine, still red with romantic love. "Valentine-san, I'm yours and yours alone."

"No, no, no." Valentine reached into the core of his sense and stared at where he assumed eyes would've been on the ghoul. 

Kiyomi's coloring went back to light blue, her shoulder tense as she came back to herself. Her head became purple as she whined and covered her face with her arms.

Draculaura raised her arms to hug Kiyomi, but the ghost did not materialize. The delicate little vampire fell to the floor, face first.

"So you can turn it off if you choose to." Clawdeen said, looking down at a book while speaking to Valentine.

Valentine sighed, "Now I know that, never tried that before. I use to just leave the tootsies when I was full."

The encyclopedia that hit Valentine's head sent him to the floor as well. Clawdeen looked down at the vampire she hated. "So you're going to release Spelldon from his brain-rot?"

Valentine turned his face from her, "He makes me feel good, for the first time in centuries I am a 'me' that I really like. I can't give him up."

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Spelldon Caulderon had a weakness for Cenobite posts. The photos of swankified desserts were too good and sparkling to be true. He thought if he could reassemble a hundred speakers into walls like an organ for his rock-star sister, he could bake a few post-worthy cupcakes.

The hexes on the cupakes went well, inspiring Spelldon to get more creatively ambitious. Some might have said he was a silly witch for building a candy gazebo. The some he listened to, his boyfriend Valentine, were encouraging and even promised to help him build his dream true. The two young mansters met on the weekends since they went to different schools. Spelldon considered enrolling at Monster High to be closer to Valentine, but to avoid becoming a clingy stalker he did not even speak the idea aloud. 

Spelldon saw every day with Valentine as a gift. They were past the bats-in-the-stomach and became true partners who were open and honest with one another.

"Should we buy icing from here or is this the day we splurge and make our own. We can test dying it, what do you think?" Spelldon asked as Valentine pushed the shopping-cart in the Meyers' craft store.

"Let's buy it, saves time." Valentine said as he stared at his iCoffin.

A green hand covered Valentine's screen, "Okay, your lack of enthusiasm won't keep you clean. We'll enjoy the making in baking, and then pay the price of sweets."

"My tight pants are the price of your baking craze." Valentine said, slapping his lapel.

"Your pants were always too tight. And I've always appreciated that." His boyfriend said, rubbing his nose on Valentine's temple.

Valentine's heart warmed at the affection and unconditional acceptance of his choices. So what if Spelldon was under a curse, he was sacrificing his weekend just to make a giant sugar cube. Valentine bit his tongue when he considered the so what was Spelldon's freewill. 

"Kieran, did you eat someone bad? You're in a weird mood." Spelldon said as Valentine took all the tote bags in his arms and still opened the door for Spelldon.

Valentine was looking at the ground, "I'm fine." 

Valentine was fine pouring the chocolate cement on the base. He was fine with caramelizing licorice vines into support beams. He did not mind chopping up gum-drops and hard candies in preparation for the roof. Spelldon was not fine with his boyfriend's cold, indifferent face throughout the day.

"Do you want to say anything, or ask me anything?" The witch asked as they stood in his family's kitchen. They were watching the waffle-cones brown in the oven. 

The vampire avoided his boyfriend's beautiful hazel eyes, "If you can cast spells then why do we have to do everything by hand?"

Spelldon adjusted his glasses, "Baking is a different type of skill. I wouldn't ask you to hypnotize other creatures to build this for us."

Valentine took a deep breathe and pulled his hair off the back of his neck. "This isn't fair."

"What isn't? There's mysterious and then there's being buzzkill." Spelldon said, he placed a hand on Valentine's arm, gently to encourage the vampire opening up.

"Alright, I'll tell you, but first..." Valentine put a hand on Spelldon's back and the other behind his ear. The kiss pressed into Spelldon mouth and deep into his heart, his confusion deepening but also his love swirling in joy. A few cooking utensils floated around them as Spelldon crossed his arms behind Valentine's blouse. They broke apart for a breathe, then Valetine hungrily kissed him again, desperate to not end the contact and the life-giving force the immortal needed. 

Spelldon was dizzy so he had to push Valentine's chest away, just a little. Valentine stilled kissed his cheek and held Spelldon's face in his hands.

"Alright, you're glindamorous, I already knew that. Now, please, talk to me." Spelldon said, he gripped Valentine's biceps so his pink eyes had to meet the hazel eyes.

Valentine chuckled as he noticed Spelldon's glasses askew. He adjusted the lenses, and slowly brushed his hand down the witch's wavy hair.

"Spelldon, since the moment I set eyes on you I wanted you. To kiss you, to speak with you, to share anything with you." Valentine said, a sad tone in his voice.

The witch knew vampires were the cheesy type. He dug how his boyfriend was the cheesiest of all. The lyrics of spells went romantic and poetic, and inventing new ones were tricky for Spelldon. When he asked Valentine for help in alteration, the magic leaped through the life of everything around them.

"I want to keep you as mine. My boyfriend, my dearest confidant and my instant happiness."

"I thought that was coffee." Spelldon joked, he didn't like how break-uppy the words were coming. 

Valentine rolled his eyes, "More than one thing can wake me out of my coffin. However, you are my favorite, Bean."

"Kieran, sourheart, the long speech is hot but nonsensical. What is on your batty brain?"

Valentine looked at the floor and prayed to the underworld for strength. "If, by some silly little accident, I had used my powers to enchant you into falling for me, would you want me to undo the damage of us being together?"

Spelldon blinked and looked around, "You don't think we're real?"

"I do! Or at least I did before the doubt crept. I mean, really, how else could you date even after learning, well, everything I'm no longer proud of." The heartbreaker said.

"Everyone has things they're embarrassed about. I told you how I use to turn boys into toads just to steal kisses." Spelldon said, strangely chipper at the memory.

"You were only two-hundred years old, that's a pip." The boy said, though he did like knowing Spelldon wasn't a total Good Witch.

The witch shrugged, "You don't scare me with your past, because you're you now."

"Yes, grand, but what about the part where you're not acting under your own accord?"

The wizardly teenager opened his eyes very wide, "I know I am."

"But I'll never know if you are, or what you would've done differently. Or if we should..." Valentine said, slumping away from the witch he loved.

Spelldon snapped his finger to get the gloomy bloodsucker's attention. "Okay, I swore I would never tell this to anyone but you need to know. I too put a spell on you. Intentionally, though."

"What?" Valentine asked, his southern accent slipping in his disbelief.

"Before you met me, I saw you across the room of a Monster High dance I attended. I melted. Then I heard you talking, got dirt on you from the incident last year, and fell head over broomstick for the complicated, sensitive smoke-show I had only seen from across the room. I didn't think you'd talk to a string-bean, AV geek like me, so I found a romance spell, a swish of my wand, and your head turned onto me." Spelldon said, taking Valentine's torso in his arms and sinking into the mesmerizing smell of him. 

Valentine narrowed his pink eyes, "Liar, liar, pointy black hat on fire!"

Spelldon laughed, "You know that for sure?"

"You very well made that up to make me feel better." Valentine turned his back and crossed his arms, "I think. Though witch's magic would explain why I would ever listen to a pod-people-cast about wires and equipment set-ups. Unholy hell. You brilliant delinquent, you've broken my brain." Valentine said as he scooped Spelldon into his arms, and a few inches off the ground.

"What's between us is magic, Keiran. I'm a bad student for not caring how the magic happened, but I am enjoying the results." Spelldon said, all of his weight lean into Valentine.