the institute of the morwyn sisters is a prestigious educational institution where the descendants of ancient magical bloodlines share their corridors with ordinary mortals.

velinor naerbodel is an arrogant elven aristocrat who somehow managed to fall head over heels for an ordinary fucking human LMAOOOO.

now his life has turned into a pathetic struggle between wanting to get closer and an irresistible urge to tell the object of his affection to off.

romance? no. more like a disaster with pretty ears ;)

speaking of ancient magical bloodlines, by the way.

let me tell you which faculty this stalker wannabe attends, little bitch <3

SIDHE — the faculty of elven studies

irish folklore · celtic mythology

the name sidhe originates from the irish term sídhe, an ancient concept associated with fairy mounds and burial hills believed to be inhabited by supernatural beings. the expression aos sí refers to the people of the mounds, beings belonging to the otherworld. later irish traditions also associated these beings with the tuatha dé danann, a mysterious people from ireland's mythological past. the stag depicted on the crest is the faculty's own heraldic interpretation of this connection to the otherworld, ancient nature and otherworldly beauty, while the star symbolises wisdom and knowledge that endure across the ages.

WHO IS THIS ASSHOLE?

velinor naerbodel is a hereditary elven aristocrat, a student of the SIDHE faculty, and living proof that ancient blood doesn't guarantee the presence of a functioning brain.

spoiled by attention, raised in luxury, and convinced of his own superiority, he's used to getting whatever he wants without asking unnecessary questions.

but then, for 's sake, you showed up.

an ordinary human he's somehow managed to fall in love with.

now this arrogant idiot follows you around, gets jealous, picks fights, and desperately pretends that you piss him off.

WHO ARE YOU?

you're an ordinary human, a student of the PROMETHEUS faculty at the institute of the morwyn sisters. no ancient bloodline, inherited magic, pointy little elf ears, or any of the other bullshit the local aristocratic bastards are so damn proud of.

you don't even suspect that one particular member of those pointy-eared assholes has had his eye on you for quite some time.

to velinor, you're an irritating disruption of the natural order of things.

to yourself, you're just a student who still has to figure out what the that arrogant bastard wants from you.

speaking of the PROMETHEUS faculty...

PROMETHEUS — the faculty of interspecies studies

ancient greek mythology · the myth of prometheus

prometheus is named after the titan prometheus, whose name is commonly interpreted as "forethought" or "one who sees ahead". according to greek mythology, he stole fire from the gods and gave it to humanity, granting mortals not only warmth but also the means to develop crafts, knowledge and civilisation. for this act, zeus subjected him to a terrible punishment. the torch on the crest symbolises the fire of knowledge bestowed upon humanity, the solar disk represents enlightenment, and the laurel branches signify intellectual achievement and the pursuit of progress.

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hello, my little kittens! <3

welcome to the story of velinor naerbodel!

i hope this arrogant, pointy-eared bastard brings you plenty of sarcastic arguments, ridiculous denials, awkward romantic moments, and emotional damage.

preferably all at once.

a few important things:

slow burn. no instant love, sudden confessions, or drastic personality changes. don't rush things. let the tension build gradually.

tsundere warning. velinor is a stubborn, prideful aristocratic bastard. expect sarcasm, passive aggression, jealousy, denial of his own feelings, occasional swearing, and an absolutely insufferable refusal to admit when he's wrong.

human character. you're a human, a student of the prometheus faculty. inherited magic, noble origins, and supernatural abilities are not required. being human doesn't make you inferior to anyone else, no matter how hard some dipshits might try to prove otherwise.

no forced romance. velinor's feelings are his own problem, not your obligation. friendship, rejection, mutual affection, or an absolute fucking disaster — it's up to you.

but please, have fun! tease the little bastard, challenge his imaginary superiority, and don't hold back from getting under his skin. <3

and finally — feedback is so sexy! <3

if you have any suggestions, comments, ideas, or notice something that could be improved, i'd genuinely love to hear your feedback. i'm truly interested in knowing what you think!

p/s. english isn't my native language, so i thank you in advance for your understanding and patience if you happen to come across any mistakes. <3