I've lowkey shipped this pairing for quite a while, and today Devilheartsblog on Tumblr said this ship placed in their top three wizard ships, based partly off how I write them, so I just decided it was time. This needed to happen. So, I present unto you, Ogron x Anagan!


Valentine's Day was so stupid. Everyone feeling obligated to glue themselves to some poor object of commercialised affection, before awkwardly relegating the relationship to a drunken memory the next day. The only thing more irritating that those couples were…

'And then, guess what we're doing?'

'Going to the ER because we just went and partook in a bullfight?'

'You're cute when you're sarcastic. No, then we're going on a blimp!'

'Where'd you get a blimp?'

'I got a guy.'

Ogron rolled his eyes at Duman's elaborate plans. Every damn year…

'Can you plan your latest way to get arrested somewhere else?' Ogron requested irritably, tapping his pen as he attempted to focus. 'I have things to do.'

'Working on Valentine's Day?' Duman teased, hopping up onto the kitchen table and casting an eye over Ogron's papers. 'Wow…looks set to be as successful as all your other plans.'

'Well perhaps you should try running this team!' Ogron snapped, gathering up his schemes as his cheeks flushed. 'Rather than coming up with nonsense on a blimp. People know you love Gantlos, you don't need to put it on a billboard…'

'Yeah I do. That's how I do Valentine's Day.'

'This entire holiday is fake, created to sell confectionary,' Ogron huffed, stacking his papers far more neatly than was required.

'Maybe you'd have more fun if you spent it out, with a human person,' Duman suggested innocently. 'Rather than sitting at home, brooding.'

'I do not sit at home and brood!' Ogron had had quite enough of this nonsense, and he promptly levitated Duman off the table. 'I think this is yours.' Duman was magically deposited in Gantlos's arms, allowing Ogron to get back to his paperwork. 'Now, if you two have plans, perhaps you could go enact them, and leave me to mine.'

'Aw, Ogron…' Duman shook his head in sympathy. 'Sitting around with paperwork and whatever Anagan left for you in the fridge doesn't not count as plans.'

'I'm planning it.'

'That's the saddest thing I've ever heard, you know.'

'Duman, leave him alone,' Anagan sighed, appearing in the doorway. 'Also, there's an order of twenty-seven doves at the door…?'

'Ooh, that's for me!' Duman rushed off, while Gantlos looked surprisingly calm for someone whose night was set to involve twenty-seven doves.

'I'll get him out of the house soon,' Gantlos promised, before hurrying towards the sounds of twenty-seven doves rising up against his boyfriend.

'Hmf.' Ogron settled himself back in, while Anagan watched him a little worriedly.

'He's just playing, you know…'

'Mhm.'

'You can do Valentine's Day however you want.'

'M-hm.' Ogron pressed so hard with his pen that he tore through the paper, and Anagan sighed, using magic to confiscate the plans.

'Wha-hey! Anagan! Give it back!'

'You seem upset,' Anagan said calmly, like he wasn't ticking off a very powerful wizard. 'As I said, you can spend tonight however you like. You can go out if you want.'

'I don't want to go out.'

'Then why are you so annoyed? You're doing what you want.'

'…' Ogron silently played with a lock of red hair, refusing to open the conversational door.

'Ogron, is it at all possible that you might be jealous?'

'Wha-what?!' Ogron immediately fell back on the most blustering reaction he could think of. 'No, of course not! Of whom should I be jealous?!'

'Nobody, you shouldn't be jealous of anyone, I'm just asking if you are.'

Ogron rolled his eyes, but yes, perhaps, deep under all his carefully-constructed disdain, he rather liked the idea of being like Gantlos, having a boyfriend that planned so much, just for him. He didn't want to go on a blimp, or be attacked by doves, but…some effort would be nice.

'…I wouldn't mind someone taking me out,' he admitted after a minute, quietly reclaiming his papers. 'But I don't have anyone who'd do that, so there's no point brooding over it. And I am quite happy with my typical plans, thank you, so you just enjoy your night. You do have a date, do you not?'

'Casually. It's one of those 'going out with someone who's not your soulmate because it's Valentine's Day' dates you love to be sarcastic about.' Anagan smirked playfully, and Ogron sighed.

'Well, I hope you and your casual acquaintance enjoy spending money and making awkward memories in the name of entertaining capitalism,' Ogron replied sarcastically, heading upstairs. 'Have a nice night, and do keep whatever Duman is doing away from me, would you?'

'…Sure. You're sure you don't want to-'

'I'm not going out with someone I barely know just so I can indulge my jealousy,' Ogron responded sharply. 'Thank you, and have a nice evening.'


Duman and Gantlos had headed out a while ago to do whatever Duman had planned, and Ogron was pretty sure Anagan would be leaving any minute to pick up…well, he didn't know her name. He'd ask later, and hear about the night. Not that he was living vicariously through Anagan. That would be stupid.

There was a loud knock on the door. Huh, apparently Anagan's date was coming here.

'Anagan!' Nothing but another knock. 'Anagan! Can you get that?' Another knock. 'Oh for God's sake! Anagan, I swear, I am not entertaining this woman for you until you're ready!' he yelled as he hurried downstairs.

'Yes, hello, apparently you're early-' Ogron stopped short as he opened the door to be presented with a bunch of fire-red lilies and Anagan in a suit.

'Good evening.'

Ogron just stared. '…The hell are you doing?'

'I'm giving you flowers. Here.'

Ogron accepted the bouquet for want of anything else to do, still utterly lost.

'…Thanks?' He had to confess, they were beautiful. …And his favourite. Anagan knew his favourite flower? Scratch that, Anagan knew he had a favourite flower?

'You're welcome.' Anagan looked him up and down, smiling slightly. 'You want to change, or are you going out in that?'

'…Huh? Going out?'

'Yeah. You said you didn't want some stranger taking you out, so meet your date for tonight.' He gestured to himself, and Ogron had to glance away to hide his cheeks flaring as bright as the lilies.

'…Oh…' Unsure of what to say, he awkwardly rocked on his heels, playing with a strand of hair that had escaped his messy ponytail. 'Anagan, that's…I…um…'

'C'mon, you'll have fun,' Anagan encouraged, stepping inside and taking his hand. 'I know you don't want to spend all night shut up in your room, and I planned a nice night. With no blimps.'

'I have plans to make…the Winx…we have to…' Ogron was very glad Anagan interjected, as he wasn't really sure where he was going with that.

'You can do all that tomorrow. Come on, let me show you a good time. You deserve it…'

Ogron immediately busied himself with the flowers, turning and wondering what the bloody hell was wrong with his blood vessels, as they appeared to be of the odd opinion that all his blood needed to get into his cheeks right away.

'…Well, alright then, if you've already gone to the trouble.' Ogron paused. 'What about your date?'

'Cancelled. Tonight's about you.'

'Oh…well, that's…that's very…sweet of you.' Ogron glanced down at his clothes, grimacing. He could not go out dressed like this. These were his comfortable, at-home, only his best friends get to see him in them clothes, covered in coffee and ink stains and stretched out so that nobody would so much as stand a chance at guessing the original size.

'Just…let me run upstairs and change. I can't wear this.'

'Sure.' Anagan leaned back against the counter, settling in to wait. 'I'll be here.'

'…Great.'

Upstairs, Ogron was at a loss. Normally, dressing was easy. It was just clothes. But Anagan looked so nice…he was being so sweet…he didn't want to wear the wrong thing! He wanted to look nice for him! …Did he actually have any nice clothes? He had things to wear to intimidate, but to relax, while looking smart? When did that even happen to him?

'Well, tonight, evidently!' Oh thank god. He found something. Why did he care so much? He and Anagan had gone out to do things together before, but not like this. Not like…a date.

Dammit, why did that drag the blush back to his cheeks? He yanked a brush through his hair, shaking his crimson locks out so they hung in the elegant waves he was so proud of, bouncing at his back as he hurried back downstairs.

Anagan was still patiently waiting for him, and Ogron's heart shuddered to a stop at the way his face broke into a delighted smile as he saw Ogron.

'You look amazing.' Did he? Did he really? He'd found a turtleneck sweater that had escaped the coffee curse, and topped if off with a smart jacket. He looked presentable. But he wouldn't use the word amazing…

'Shall we?' Anagan offered his hand, and Ogron hesitantly accepted it. Why was he hesitating? He'd taken Anagan's hand to help him get out of greater dangers than the bottom two steps. But something about his skin on his felt different tonight.

'I…suppose we shall.'

Anagan locked the door with a spell as they headed out into the cool evening air, smiling sheepishly. 'We're…just gonna have to walk, since we don't have a car or anything. Sorry.'

'It's a nice evening. Good…company.' Ogron glanced up at the stars, shivering as Anagan's hand slid back into his. But good shivering. Like when he learned a new spell, but…fizzier.

They walked in relative silence for a few minutes, before Anagan broke the silence. 'You looked so cute and surprised when I showed up at the door.'

'Well, you live there, knocking was odd,' Ogron rebuffed, though that wasn't truly the reason. 'I was expecting your date. Speaking of which, I simply do not understand casual dating. Why devote so much of your time to someone you don't see yourself spending the rest of your life with?'

'Oh?' Anagan's eyes sparkled with amusement as he turned to Ogron. 'You're going out with me; does that mean you see yourself spending the rest of your life with me?'

Ogron almost stopped short, awkwardly stumbling over his words as he tangled his hand in his hair, trying to summon three or more consecutive words.

'I…well…that's…I didn't…um…'

Anagan burst out laughing at his flustered state, nudging him playfully with a squeeze of the hand. 'Relax, I'm just kidding.'

'…Oh.' Ogron blushed, but kept his tight hold on Anagan's hand. '…For the record, regardless of whether I go out with you or not, you're pretty stuck with me.'

'Good; I like being stuck with you.' Oh god, this man…


Gardenia was quite busy, it being Valentine's Day and all, but Anagan moved very confidently through the crowd. Ogron had a skill for parting people, but it usually came with yelling and creating some kind of magical threat, so…walking as a normal person was rather less imposing.

'So…where are we going?' Ogron asked curiously, rolling his eyes at a couple making out at a bus stop. Have a little class.

'Well, I was going to get Thai food, but I assumed you'd prefer to enjoy the evening without having to surreptitiously drink all the milk you can find, so we're going to the least spicy place I could find.'

Ogron quirked an eyebrow, touched and intrigued. 'No spice? However will you survive?'

Anagan sighed dramatically. 'I'll tough it out for you. Besides, it's not as though there aren't dishes with no seasoning. I'm overdramatising.'

'Hey! That's my thing!' Ogron adopted a mock-offended face, but dropped it as Anagan laughed softly. They all had real, natural laughs set apart from their villain laughs, but Anagan's was the nicest. So gentle…

'C'mon, this is us.' Anagan held the door for him, and Ogron had to smile at the show of courtesy and respect.

'Thank you.'

'Always.'

The restaurant was Japanese, which meant a real mixed bag. On the plus side, Ogron loved Japanese food. On the negative side…he was terrible with chopsticks. Really, truly terrible.

'You know…' Anagan remarked, watching Ogron with a mixture of amusement and pity. 'They have forks. Just ask.'

'Oh please. This cannot be that hard. There are millions of Japanese people that do this every day, it's not rocket science.' He groaned as yet another attempt to eat failed spectacularly, and Anagan chuckled.

'It's not that hard. Watch.' Anagan scooped up the fallen gyoza with an ease that made Ogron jealous, proffering it to Ogron. 'I believe you wanted this?'

Ogron gave him a questioning look, but just received a continued offering reply, so, feeling a little flustered about being fed, he accepted.

'Mm! It's- okay, ow, it's really hot.' He carefully attempted to swallow without burning himself, and Anagan shook his head.

'I didn't say to put the whole thing in your mouth.'

'You really think you have the control to keep hold of that thing while I take a bit?'

Anagan scooped another one up, holding it out again. 'Try me.'

'You're not serious.'

'Afraid to be wrong?'

Ogron wasn't afraid of anything. Well, nothing he'd admit. So, with a playful grin, he replied, ' Oh, you're on.'

Would it be cheating if he may have attempted to twist his head and knock the dumpling off balance? Well, that was precisely why he was admitting to nothing of the sort. And yet, despite the interfering - which did not happen - Anagan kept perfect hold, and Ogron bit the parcel in half, rewarded with food, but sighing at the loss.

'Alright, I concede; you're good at this. If we're ever in a chopstick fight, you're in charge.'

Anagan snorted with amusement, almost spitting out his food. 'Wow. You must be relaxed, if you're giving up control.'

'Over an imaginary event that will never happen,' Ogron rebuffed. 'So not really. …And I am not that bad!'

'You're right, you're not. You're just more stressed than usual.' That…was true.

'Fair point.' Ogron stabbed pointlessly at his food, still unwilling to concede to a fork.

'Okay, I can't watch this anymore. Here, put your first chopstick here, like this…' Anagan reached across, moving Ogron's hand to settle the implement, and Ogron blushed slightly. Why did he keep reacting like this to Anagan touching him? They'd touched a million times. But everything felt different tonight. He knew it was Valentine's Day, and they were on a date, and he knew how dates frequently ended… Did he want that? He wasn't sure. But, smiling and nodding along as Anagan helped him, gently positioning his fingers so he could finally eat, he started to feel that maybe yes. He did.


'So where'd you get money?' Ogron asked curiously as they left the restaurant, glancing back at the table where their payment rested. Tip and all. 'We don't exactly have much.'

'Where do you think all our food comes from?' Anagan asked, sounding genuinely curious. Ogron hadn't given it much thought. Food just sort of…appeared.

When he voiced this thought to Anagan, the other wizard laughed. 'Oh god…you're so cute when you show off how privileged you are.'

Ogron somehow found his mind focusing far more on the cute part than the privilege part, flushing slightly. Anagan thought he was cute?

'It's not like we attack the Winx twenty-four seven. How do you think I pay for stuff, I got a job.'

Ogron stopped short. 'You got a what now?'

'Part-time job. So we can all eat.'

'…How'd I miss that?'

'You work hard.' Anagan's voice softened, and he turned to look into Ogron's eyes. 'You work so hard you pass out. I didn't want money to become something you had to worry about, so I took care of it for you.'

'That…that was really sweet of you.'

Anagan smiled softly, taking Ogron's hands. 'Always. I'm always here to support and help you, Ogron. Even if you don't acknowledge that you need it.' He squeezed Ogron's hands, before drawing him along by one. 'C'mon, the night's not dead yet.'

Ogron laughed with surprised delight, letting himself be pulled through the streets, Anagan keeping the pace to normal human levels for Ogron.

'Must we run?' he asked through his laughter.

'Yes!'

'Pray tell why?'

'You're laughing!'

Eventually, they slowed their pace, meandering through Gardenia Park. Ogron had seen this place, but only during his failed Mitzi plan, and that had been a rush of battles and flames. It was…quite different in the moonlight. Quiet, and peaceful. One might even call it…romantic? Ogron glanced at the beautiful wizard next to him, his hand closed tenderly around his. Yes, most definitely romantic…

'I come here every morning on my run, but it's prettier at night,' Anagan remarked. 'The moonlight suits you.' Ogron expected him to self-correct, say 'it', but he didn't, just continued walking.

Ogron had never understood the saying 'having butterflies', but as Anagan sat beneath a tree, inviting him to join him, he finally got it. There was an insistent fluttering in his abdomen, like a thousand butterflies, and he hoped the moonlight hid the bright red of his cheeks as he sat, trying to decide the appropriate distance to put between them. He wanted to sit close, but what if Anagan didn't?

The question was answered rather promptly as he felt an arm settle around his shoulders, pulling him in to rest his head on Anagan's shoulder. Anagan's fingers ran though his hair, and he sighed with delight.

'Thank you. You were right…I didn't want to stay home, sitting alone while you all had a good time. I…I wanted this.' He felt so nervous he might throw up as he spoke his next words, but he had to push though. He needed to say this. '…I want you.'

Anagan's eyes widened slightly with surprise, before they softened, a quiet, hopeful desire lighting his rich chocolate irises.

'I'm yours.'

Ogron's heart almost beat right out of his chest as Anagan leaned closer, so close his breath was warm in the February chill.

'If you want me, I'm yours.'

'I do.'

It wasn't Ogron's first kiss. But it felt like it. He had scoffed at every book's description of romance, of a kiss, but now he fell into every descriptive cliche he could remember. Fireworks, warmth spreading through his whole body. And oh, what beautiful cliches…

Anagan's hands moved slowly, hesitantly, asking permission to trail down to his waist, and Ogron gladly granted it. His waist, his hips, his thighs…he wanted Anagan's hands all over him.

His own hands tangled in Anagan's dreaded hair, running up into his ponytail and slipping the elastic out, letting dreadlocks tumble down over his fingers as he burrowed deeper into Anagan's hold, barely breathing through his desire.

He slipped his fingertips under the collar of Anagan's jacket, easing the garment down over his shoulders. In turn, Anagan did likewise, pausing to silently ask permission that was granted by the rapid, feverish discarding of the jacket Ogron had earlier been so eager to don.

'Mm…' Ogron pulled back just long enough to draw a rapid, heavy breath, smiling giddily at Anagan as he pulled him in again, his hands knotting into his hair.

The grass was soft under his back, almost as soft as the lips pressed to his own, as soft as the touch trailing over his body.

Anagan pulled back, looking searchingly down at Ogron as their chests heaved. 'You're sure about this?'

Ogron nodded, pulling Anagan back in. Just as their lips were brushing each other again, he whispered, 'Oh god yes.' He hadn't felt like this in centuries. No, actually. Never. He'd never felt this way before. And he just wanted it to continue, just wanted Anagan's hands to claim every part of him, wanted him closer, closer, closer…

When they finally pulled apart, both were red in the face, panting heavily with the aftermath of what had to be the most passion they'd experienced in a good few centuries.

'…Why…the hell…didn't we do that…sooner?' Ogron gasped out, staring up into Anagan's eyes, hazy with lust.

'I have absolutely no idea.' Anagan rolled off him, his hand still clasped around Ogron's.

'…Thank you.' Ogron turned onto his side, gazing deep into Anagan's eyes. 'I know I said it already, but…that…I…I've never felt that way before. It was…incredible. You're incredible, even if I don't say it much.'

'You say it plenty,' Anagan reassured him, stroking messy red hair back from his face. 'In your own way. I know you, and I know how much you care. I hope you know how much I do…'

'I do…I do, and you have no idea how much I love you for it.' To most, that might be a big admission. Love. But it had really just been inbuilt in their friendship since they were young. It was no revelation to hear it from Ogron's lips, nor Anagan's.

'I love you too.' Ogron blushed yet again as Anagan pressed another kiss to his lips, before carefully easing himself up. 'You wanna stay here a while?'

'Mhm…' Ogron settled back in under Anagan's arm. The evening was chilly, and his coat lay discarded on the grass, but he wasn't cold. Every part of him overflowed with unbelievable, beautiful warmth, a warmth that made him tremble with excitement and joy. They needed to go home, but…Duman and Gantlos would be so caught up in each other that they'd never notice if Ogron and Anagan weren't home in bed. They didn't need to move from this spot, from this sanctuary until the sun rose and broke the sweet serenity.

'Happy Valentine's Day…' Anagan whispered, his breath ruffling Ogron's hair, and Ogron practically melted into his hold.

'Happy Valentine's Day…'