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itsswritten · 4 months

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just some flowery fun

Pairing: Azriel x fem fairy reader

Word Count: 4.7K

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral fem receiving, p in v, flower sex.

Summary: There's one final fairy custom yet to complete. And it involves, you, Azriel and a flower.

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Azriel found you on the outskirts of a night court meadow, the one where every kind of flower seemed to bloom. It was as if a rainbow had been painted across the land, as shades of coral, emerald and indigo overwhelmed the earth. Amongst all the colour and distraction, he noticed you though. No matter where you were, even if you were hidden, he would always find you. That blush coloured glow you unknowingly emitted, had trapped him like a siren’s call long ago.

Azriel watched you from a distance, crouched down, pulling little mushrooms to put in your basket. He wondered if you were collecting them for dinner or if you’d trade them at the market in the morning.

You looked so beautiful under the evening sun. The beacon in the sky, casting it’s golden hues across the land. The light flickering through your rosy wings that were unfurled behind you.

“Sorry I’m late my love,” Azriel spoke softly, his steps crunching through the forest grounds to meet you at the woodland border.

You had already known he was near, if it wasn’t that glowing bond that always seemed to tell you when he was close by, it was his little shadows who would often sprint ahead to meet you before their master. The little wisps were already threading their way through your hair, some helping you with your task at hand. Hastily picking the mushrooms and placing them in your basket neatly.

There were a few that were also a little impatient at times, perhaps a direct reflection of their master. You always saw his shadows imitating parts of him, parts he tried to keep hidden, even parts he felt embarrassed to show.

There was his nurturing side, how he always wanted to take care of you and support you. His shadows would often help you with tasks, or carry your tools for you. There was his playful side, a somewhat rare appearance but his shadows often liked toy and tease you. And of course there was his obsessive side, now only amplified by the mating bond– and the exact reason why some of his shadows were so desperate for you to see Azriel instantly.

The little tendril pulled your hand with a desperate tug as it sensed Azriel near, his voice singing through the trees to reach you. But you didn’t relent to its touch, finishing your task at hand as you felt your mate step beside you.

The shadows were like impatient little children, they would learn– with time.

A gentle smile spread across your lips, your hand coming above your brow to block the sun as you glanced up towards your beautiful mate. The golden hour reflecting off those hazel eyes you loved so much.

“You’re not late, don’t worry,” You reassured him, moving to your feet, your head still craning to look at your Illyrian giant of a lover.

It was only a mere second before Azriel’s arms engulfed you, his wings following suit as they wrapped around protectively. Shadows swirling around in delight that you were both finally reunited– you’d have thought by their reaction that it had been days.

No, only a mere eight hours.

But you allowed this. Didn’t pull away. Because if there was anyone more deserving of these kind of touches, it was Azriel.

You would always indulge him, never pull away first.

If he had his way, he would be attached to you at the hip. There were definitely some adjustments that were made when you first came back from your mating trip. Despite the mating frenzy supposedly being over, Azriel’s clinginess never seemed to dissipate. There was something about touching you that calmed him in a way nothing else ever could.

So he actively seeked it out.

It was such an interesting revelation to his family. The usual brooding stoic Shadowsinger, who preferred to accompany a quiet corner of a room or a boring wall– was quite fond of public displays of affection. Maybe it was the clinginess, or his possessiveness wanting to lay claim for everyone to see, but Azriel couldn’t stop touching you.

There were plenty of times your found-family would watch their brother follow you like a lost puppy, hands and shadows always reaching for some skin-to-skin connection.

It was endearing really, and well…you loved his touch too much to ever reject it.

After a few moments, you felt Azriel press his lips atop of your head, felt him inhale your scent before allowing his wings to unwrap and loosen his grip on you. Although, his hand had found its way to the small of your back, keeping you close while his other hand gently brushed the hair from your face. His fingers softly adjusting the flowers you’d braided into your hair that morning.

With a slight tilt of your chin, your lips brushed against his wrist. Leaving a light kiss across the delicate skin, causing a lazy smile to grow across his tan face. A smile he only ever showed when he felt calm, safe and content.

The meadows were quieter now, evenings were always a little softer. A change in shift patterns meant fewer fairies roamed and of course the day creatures were getting settled for slumber.

A breeze flowed that scent of night-chilled air and cedar that could send you into a slumber or a frenzy depending on your mood. You closed your eyes for a moment, to allow yourself to fully embrace that sense. As if the sense of sight might just distract you from its loveliness.

“Now…will you tell me why I had to meet you here? Not that I mind picking you up from work. But I didn’t think we were doing this anymore,” Azriel questioned, wondering why you had been so adamant he met you here.

The pad on his thumb trailing across your lashes gently before you fluttered them open again in a hum.

Originally after you’d accepted the bond, Azriel had been insistent on taking you to work, picking you up from work and well… not ever leaving your side. It rapidly became apparent that you had a slight problem.

Not that you didn’t love your mates company, god's no. Azriel was your favourite person to be with. But you were dedicated to your work, in fact a little finicky when it came to it…and your prowling possessive mate would sometimes complicate things.

There was also the fact Azriel was skipping his own duties, taking delegating to a whole new level. Not once in his life had he ever delegated his workload to others, but after the mating frenzy he fully embraced it. Something the Spymaster never thought he would do.

But you see Azriel would do anything to spend more time with you.

Including skipping work.

It had taken a long but soft conversation to come to the agreement you’re at now. A lot of hushed disagreements and finally some whispered promises that you would be okay if he wasn’t always by your side.

But of course Azriel knew you would be okay. It was he who could barely function without you.

You had both settled on a compromise, one you knew Rhys was also incredibly happy with. Especially as the way Azriel was heading, it seemed as though a retirement was a more likely outcome.

Azriel would take you to work, and on every fifth day he was allowed to join you for lunch in the meadows. But, and this was important, you would commute home with your friends, meeting Azriel in the city before coming home.

You loved your friends, your community of fairies. This part of your life was so incredibly important to you, and you were so ingrained in the culture that you weren’t willing to compromise on it, especially not to satisfy a needy– sometimes simply horny– mate.

He would survive.

Most fairies lived out in the meadows, but some, just like you and Elodie lived in the city. Preferring the hustle and bustle of Velaris.

It wasn’t just Rhys, and Elodie who were happy to get more time with their friends again. A lot of your fellow male fairies were extremely pleased and grateful, to not have the deadly Spymaster glaring at their backs while they worked.

It was intimidating for sure, but you couldn’t deny that you’d thought it was actually a little attractive. You never told him though, knowing it would have made him throw in the towel and retire right then and there. Choosing to spend the rest of his days as your own personal bodyguard.

“Hmm oh yes, well there was something I wanted to ask you Az,”

Azriel quirked his brow in question.

“You’ve been so dedicated to embracing my culture and customs…but,” you said with a slight smirk, your fingers trailing down to the daisy chain bracelet that was wrapped around your mate’s wrist.

Your fingers touched him lightly as he peered down at the flowers with a frown.

Had he done something wrong? Perhaps he’d been wearing the flowers incorrectly or not simply not wearing enough? It wasn’t a difficult adjustment, just different. Azriel wanted to so desperately fit into your world, that as soon as he noticed not just the females but male fairies wearing flowers everyday, he took it upon himself to try.

Try and incorporate those little buds of colour into his very dark wardrobe.

His first attempt, weaving them into his hair caused quite the reaction from his brothers. Rhys and Cassian howling when he came into a meeting one day.

Instead you had started making him jewellery made from flowers, them being a more subtle touch that spoke of the type of mate he had.

As if reading his thoughts, or perhaps he’d pushed it down the bond you spoke quickly. Wanting to reassure him. “You’ve done nothing wrong my love, so far from it in fact…but there was something else I wanted us to do together…”

“Anything.” Azriel blurted out in a hurry, the word swifting off his tongue like a smoke caught on a breeze.

Anything, anything, anything. His shadows sung in unison.

You chuckled lightly to yourself, at how your beautiful mate would do absolutely anything to please you. You couldn’t deny you relished in that a little. The power you held over the oh-so-scary Spymaster. That you could have him crumbling to his knees at just a smile or a please.

Or sometimes nothing at all. Sometimes he would wake up and sink himself down on you, muttering whispers like a prayer as he worshipped you with his words, fingers, tongue, co—.

“Really Azriel? Anything?” The switch in your tone caused goosebumps to rise on azriel’s skin, the sultry melody of your voice sinking into his ears as he watched your lids blink slowly. Your seductive gaze filtering up under your lashes.

He heard the shift, felt the shift, in your tone, body language– everything. Something he was well attuned to now. Body pressing deeper against his, you leaning up on your tiptoes, lips only a hot breath away.

The frenzy was long gone, supposedly. Although there wasn’t a day that went by that Azriel didn’t want you– didn’t have you. He devoured you day and night, sometimes more if he was able to sneak out of work and find you.

In fact, that desire didn’t seem to fade at all. Only grew, and you both just became somewhat better at managing it. Actually that was lie. You were good at managing it, Azriel not so much.

So whenever you would relinquish that control, Azriel couldn’t stop himself. Wouldn’t dream of depriving you.

“Anything for you my butterfly, what did you have in mind?” he purred, his hands moving to your hips to press you closer. Heat flaring up under his skin, as he noticed the change in both your scents.

“Hmm, you see there’s this custom for fairies that we have yet to complete. It’s considered a right of passage…” your own hands had found the collar of his shirt, fingers toying with the material as you glanced away playfully as you spoke. You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth lightly, that almost caused Azriel to groan right there and then.

“Tell me more about this custom.”

Tilting your head towards the bed of flowers that consumed the meadow, chewing the inside of your cheek as you tried to find the best words, “For new couples, it is considered tradition to bless the relationship by making love in a flower.”

The notion caught Azriel off guard. His eyes widening ever so slightly, as a faint blush heated his ears. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. Whatever dominating composure he did have, had swiftly slipped away at your words.

“In a flower?,” he managed to stutter out.

You’d never seen him like this before.

Now Azriel wasn’t one to shy away in the bedroom. He wasn’t a novice, far from one in fact. And he’d proved that to you in your early months of the mating frenzy. So this rare display of bewilderment and bashfulness was rather endearing.

“Yes Azriel, I want you to fuck me in a flower. That flower to be specific.” Your slender finger pointed to a pink flower that stood tall beside your willow woven basket on the ground.

Your bluntness caused a stir within him, his gaze darkening slightly as if he finally digested your words.

This was different. Something he hadn’t even known existed. He had been very thorough when doing his research on you, but this little custom hadn’t been in his books.

There was also the factor that your suggestion was very…exposing. Not that Azriel was against being caught, voyeurism was something that had excited him in the past. But perhaps it was that innate carnal desire, the mating frenzy’s grip still tight on him, that Azriel didn’t particularly like the idea of someone seeing you.

“Oh Azriel, there’s no need to be so possessive…there’s no one here.” You teased, a playful glint in your eye as you pulled yourself away from him, hands grazing down his chest and torso lightly before putting some space between you both.

He sometimes hated how transparent he was to you, even without his emotions rippling through the bond. You just always knew. Knew what he was thinking, knew what he was feeling– always.

“Come join me Az,” you purred, this time not allowing your invitation to even be considered for rejection by the possessive male. “I want you to make love to me right there.”

Azriel’s closed the space between you, he wasn’t going to deny his mate.

𓇢𓆸

Whatever previous misgivings he may have had, were completely gone by the time you’d both dwindled and flown into the flower.

The floret you had chosen was pink and peachy, it’s hues resembling the colours that flickered off your wings in the sunlight. Velvety petals stood large and grander than he had ever imagined, stepping inside the flower was like stepping into a room. A small room, perhaps double the size of the large bed you both shared, but plenty of space for what you were wanting from him– needing from him.

The petals existed as tall large pink walls, with a ceiling of the changing sky above. And there was the bed of pollen, cushiony and pillowy beneath him that had him chewing his lip at the mere thought of having you there.

“Y/n-” he went to say your name, pulling his gaze of awe from the flower bed you’d pulled him into, to see you slipping your dress from over your shoulders. The material falling down and pooling at your feet as your wings flickered in a glow.

“Azriel, are you really going to make me wait much longer?” You whispered, a sensual strain on your voice as Azriel acknowledged just how desperate his little mate wanted this– wanted him.

Azriel grunted back a groan as his darkened hazel eyes drunk up your naked figure. Eyes grazing across every curve, just before his shadows seemed to follow suit. Mirroring his gazes with a touch.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Azriel had followed suit, stripping himself of his leathers, his eyes studying you as you stepped closer to him. Each step padding across the fluffy pollen, your hand slowly grazing up your body in a lazy but seductive manner. His shadows were swirling around your figure, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

That alone made his cock twitch.

Your teasing tone from earlier had already caused a stir within him, and seeing your naked form now only hardened his pulsing cock further.

There was also something so intimate about being here with you. In this flower, being in a part of your world, a part that you had so desperately wanted to share with him. Time and time again, Azriel was in disbelief that he was even worthy of being in this space.

You stood directly in front of him, the peaks of your breasts touching his chiselled torso as the mild evening breeze gently brushed through the petals. Your scent catching on the wind, that only confirmed to Azriel what his next move was.

Your eyes widened slightly, as you watched your beautiful mate come down to his knees, his wings slumped down casually behind him. His arms wrapping around your hips as his lips pressed against your lower abdomen, sinking further a trail of kisses down to his desired destination.

He gave you one last look up, that sultry stare under his thick dark lashes before you felt his lips latched onto your core. Your back arched instantly, head rolling back and your wings stretching further behind you.

Azriel groaned at your taste, sweet just like honey– sweet just like you.

For support, his arms quickly hooked under one of your legs, hiking it over his shoulder ensuring you were straddling his face– just the way he liked it. His other hand cupped your ass with a squeeze.

That Illyrian of yours, showing off his strength by supporting you fully with his arm strength alone. And then there was his skill, the way his tongue danced against your slick. Devouring every drop of your wetness. Your fingers instantly connected with his hair, tangling in the wavy midnight locks. You began to grind then, against his lips, pushing light pressure against his tongue that caused a groan to ripple up his throat.

“Azriel…” You breathed, a rosyness and heat filling your cheeks at the position before another whiney moan left your lips. You loved how your mate could quite literally throw you around, hike you over his face, or hold you while he fucked you.

But gods, his tongue was worshipping you, every stroke sending a wave of pleasure that was sending you into a blissful daze.

Azriel’s mouth suckled gently on your clit for a moment, making sure it was swollen and puffy before you felt his lips stretch into a smirk. Gently he placed you down, your feet reaching the plush pollen beneath you. His large calloused hand moved from your thigh up to wrap around your back.

“Fine,” he purred, knowing too well what that whine meant– that he was sending you to ecstasy and your body was about to give in.

He moved you gracefully to lay beneath him. You were sprawled, your back plush against the soft centre of the flower. Pockets of pollen and fairy dust filtering the air around you as your hair stretched out beneath you, they looked just like his tendrils of shadows.

Azriel watched you for a moment, your radiant figure vibrant under the moon's glow. The way your hand reached up for him, fingers grazing the line of his jaw. Your wings spread out below you, beautiful and glowing.

This. This moment right here was it.

He had to take a moment to remember it, treasure it and keep it safe in his mind.

Then, he leaned down. His mouth slotting over yours in a passionate ravenous kiss. Your mouths moved in synchrony with one another as it grew deeper and wetter. You felt his pelvis against you, his erection obvious. You pulled away for a moment, eyes glancing down over the curves of your breasts to see his large leaking cock between you.

“Azriel…stop making me wait,” you whined at the sight, your hips lifting up to rock against him.

His lips pulled into a light smile at your desperation, but he dropped himself down. Finding himself in his favourite place again- between your legs.

He wanted to drink you up first.

𓇢𓆸

Azriel sat against the petal wall, his large heavy wings sprawled out behind him in a slump. You angelically moved to straddle him. Each movement causing a puff of pollen to float in the air, which only amplified the glow of your wings.

Wisps floated in the space around you, illuminated by the moonlight shining from above.

“How long have you been waiting for this, my little butterfly?” Your wetness still covering his lips as he teased, his calloused fingers gripping your ass cheeks gently. Once, twice, he squeezed before he grazed his fingers down your thighs and up again. Then, he slotted his mouth over the peak of your breast. Finding that gentle balance of sucking and nibbling that he knew had you quivering.

“Longer than you would assume-” you gasped at the feeling, eyes rolling back for a moment as you bit back a moan.

“Tell me when.” Azriel almost commanded, one hand weaving its way in your hair to tug at the way your head rolled back. The sight of you fighting bliss as your eyes fluttered shut for a moment shot straight to his member. It clenched and tapped against his abdomen, pre cum stringing from his tip to his torso.

You moved then, hovering slightly over his leaking cock, your soaked wet folds grinding over the head. Mixing your sweetness with his. Your wings twitched as his hot tip rubbed over your sensitive clit, Azriel had already made you finish three times.

Azriel growled out a moan at the touch. So light and teasing.

“Tell me.” He demanded again, this time pushing you down onto him his hands holding your hips as he guided you. The stretch filling you with a pleasure that elicited a sweet moan. Azriel groaned as he felt himself fill you fully. His large thick cock feeling so tight in your heat.

Slowly you began to roll your hips, finding a rhythm you knew he loved. Azriel’s head rolled against the rubbery petal, his pupils wide, mouth agape.

“I’ve been waiting for this since I showed you how to dwindle,” you admitted, referencing a time well over a year ago now.

So much had changed since that time. But one thing had remained the same, you were completely and utterly in love with the Shadowsinger.

Azriel growled, not just at the pleasure you were edging him towards but to the reality you’d both come to terms with since accepting the mating bond. That for years prior you had both been pining for one another.

“You’re telling me we could have been doing this for a year already?” Azriel grunted, his face coming to the curve of your neck as he held you steady, his own hips rolling up to rock into you.

“We’ve been over this Az,” you couldn’t help the smirk that spread across your lips. “You’ll just have to make up for lost time.”

Azriel’s eyes darkened slightly and with a tight grip on your hips, he pushed even deeper.

“I can do that.”

𓇢𓆸

It was Azriel’s wings that were twitching now, yours were tucked away by magic while your mate’s hard chest pressed against your back. His hips rolling into you from behind, as he embraced you tightly, hand squeezing your breast.

Azriel’s face was burrowed into the curve of your neck, he had left many marks there, laying claim. But now all the Illyrian could manage was flurry of moaning whispers and whiney words as you felt him near his release.

“So– mhm– feels so good angel,” he choked out, a guttural moan leaving his swollen mouth from where you’d kissed and sucked so much.

“Azriel–” you breathed out, your hand tangled so tightly in his hair little tiny daisy’s had grown from your magic touch. Weaving their way into his strands.

His rhythm was getting quicker, thrusts shorter but deeper. Sweat was beading off his face onto your neck as he brought his hand round to touch your clit again. That sensitive bud he couldn’t leave alone.

That extra touch was enough.

A sweeping, rolling hot wave moved from your centre, you back arching into your mate as you cried out in pleasure. Your release consuming you as your mate joined. Azriel thrusted deeper into your core, the feeling rippling through his body as he juttered into you.

Ribbons of his hot sticky cum filling you up.

You both laid there for a moment.

Your finger gently untangled from his hair, coming down to rest on his hand that was holding your waist. Your finger slightly grazing over the deep scars set into his flesh.

Catching your breaths, you glanced up at the twinkling stars that basked their light down onto you.

“I love you,” Azriel spoke first, his lips so close to your ear you felt his mouth move against your skin. He pressed a sweet kiss on the curve of your neck, just below your ear. His nose gently brushing up and down your soft skin.

You turned at that, reluctantly pulling yourself off him to get a look at him. His cock softer but still throbbing as it left a trail of his seed down the inside of your thigh. Azriel had a dazed but loving look in his eyes, his hazel gems pulling your lips into a smile. He was sweaty, rosy and hot, and just so beautiful.

Gently your fingers began to fuss over the flowers that had grown from your release, softly pulling them from his hair.

He watched you, his eyes taking in every inch of your expression. Your heated cheeks, the sheen from sweat that just made you glisten more. You were just so beaut–

With that thought Azriel’s cock throbbed again, a moan climbing up his throat as he hastily pulled your hands away to kiss you. Hips pushing against you for more. Bursts of pollen sprung into the air from his sudden movement.

Chuckling through your kiss, you called his name. Really again? It was the fourth round tonight.

“I need you–” Azriel went to defend, only to cut himself off with a violent sneeze.

Bursts of pollen spun round the space, as you watched your mate’s nose scrunch into another sneeze.

“Bless you,” you giggled when he finally stopped, your arms wrapping around his neck as he positioned himself above you.

“Blessed I am to have you,” he replied sincerely.

𓇢𓆸

Cassian let out another giant sneeze, causing Rhys and Azriel to give him an unimpressed look from across the table.

“Could you at least use this when you sneeze, I get enough yuck and gunk with the kids” Rhys spoke with annoyance, throwing a silk embroidered handkerchief across to his brother.

Cassian glared back, snatching the midnight material and wiping his nose slightly before stuffing it in his pocket.

“I can’t help it, Azriel stinks!”

Rhys stole a sideways glance at Azriel before returning his attention to Cassian again.

It had been a few days since that night in the meadows, a night Azriel was keen to repeat again. But Cassian was right, he couldn’t seem to shake the pollen.

“I don’t understand, what have you been doing? Rolling around in a field?” Cassian scoffed, folding his arms as he looked across at his brother in question.

Rhys couldn’t hide the shit-eating grin that spread across his face, his hand coming to cover his mouth as he stifled a laugh.

Azriel fought off a smirk. “Something like that Cass,” however it was only a second before Rhys bellowed a laugh. Azriel was quick to follow, with a chuckle.

“Wait! What is it? What am I missing?” Cassian demanded from them both.

“Nothing Cass, don’t worry about it mate,” Azriel replied, his jaw hurting from trying to contain his laughter.

“I swear if this is a sex thing and you’re not telling me I won’t forgive you!!!!”

a/n: the flower sex is finally here!!! yaaaayyyyy hahaha okay so this was actually so hard to write, smut does not come easy but I'm somewhat satisfied with the outcome. Lemme know what you want from these two next! Enjoy my loves <3

forever tags: @lilah-asteria @illyrianbitch @sleepylunarwolf @daily-dose-of-sass @milswrites @marscardigan

Wings tags: @minaethrym

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 4 months

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what if i told u. froge

what if. sun n moon but uh. as frogs (y/n is a fairy/sprite)

plot twist, u kiss the frogs and u turn into a frog a SALAMANDER (also the frogs have big crushes on u)

(plot twist im not very good at drawing frogs srry hhhdhfh)

#doodles #sketches #silly bullshit #frog prince au #fairy and frogs #fairy reader #fairy y/n #frog sun #frog moon #fnaf au #fnaf sundrop x reader #fnaf moondrop x reader #bones of a rabbit #silly fluff #blame my gf for this it was their prompt that birthed this au #winks at gf #love u and ur frog obsession bb #bones of a rabbit au

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britany1997 · 4 months

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Man of Your Midsummer Night’s Dream

Part two

I’ve loved seeing y’all’s reactions to this and I’m so excited to share this short little follow up with y’all:) let me know if you like it!

Dwayne x GN Fae Reader

Comment if you’d like to be added to my TLB Taglist!

Your hand slowly reached for a pair of shiny, beaded earrings.

You’d been scopeing out this jewelry stand for the past thirty minutes. And finally, when the seller was tied up trying to coax an unsuspecting tourist into buying an exorbitantly expensive necklace, you saw your time to strike.

Your eyes flitted back and forth between the earrings and the seller, careful not to be caught.

You knew you could glamour her if you wanted, you just loved the rush.

You smiled as your hand brushed over the earrings, seconds from taking them for your own.

“What are you doing?”

You jumped back, recoiling from the jewelry as if it had burned you.

Your flushed face met Dwayne’s amused smile.

“Nothing now,” you pouted.

He huffed a laugh, slipping his arm around your waist.

You whirled away from his grasp, embarrassed to have been caught. “What’s the deal anyway?” you frowned, “you guys steal stuff all the time.”

As the words fell from your lips, Paul and Marko ran from the comic book store, arms full of comics. You gestured at the pair as they laughed manically, books spilling from their arms and littering the ground.

Dwayne snorted at the sight, then turned to smile at you.

“Nothing wrong with a little stealin,” he agreed, “but no partner of mine is gonna take their own stuff.”

Your jaw dropped as he placed the earrings you’d been eyeing into your palm and closed your fingers around them.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your pointed ear, “you’re a real talented thief babe,” he brushed a lock of hair to rest behind your ear, “but let me take care of you ok?”

Your face flushed bright red.

He chuckled, leading you away from the stand and towards the dock. Once you were resting on the railing, Dwayne reached for your hand.

“Let me put em on for you,” he offered, smirking softly.

You nodded, your lips pulling up into a flustered grin.

Dwayne slipped the earrings on for you, “there, perfect.” He winked, causing you to melt into a giggling mess.

The sweet moment didn’t last long as Marko and Paul bounded up with their haul from the night.

“Whatcha up to guys?” Paul asked, mouth full of funnel cake as he spoke. You snorted at the sight.

Dwayne rolled his eyes, his arm resting on your shoulder. “Nothing now,” he muttered under his breath. You smirked and leaned your head into the crook of his neck.

Marko smiled sheepishly as Paul murmured an insincere apology.

You squeezed Dwayne’s arm as he sighed.

“Ahem.”

The boys whirled around at the sound of David clearing his throat.

He tapped his watch, raising an eyebrow, “almost sunrise boys.”

Dwayne turned to you, “wanna ride with me?”

You beamed, “yes please,” you preferred riding to flying these days, you’d use any excuse to be snuggled close to your favorite vampire.

“Wanna sit in back or ride in my pocket?” He asked.

You thought for a moment, but the answer was obvious. You loved listening to the steady beat of Dwayne’s heart when you were nestled in his front, jacket pocket. He made you feel safe, even when you were as tiny as a dragon fly.

You shrank down, flitting up to press a kiss to his stubbly cheek, then sliding into his jacket.

“You’re so cute like this baby, I love keeping you close to me,” he whispered as he nuzzled your cheek with his pinky.

Your wings fluttered in delight. You loved it too, more than anything.

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yourlittlebunnyy · 2 months

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kind hearted -tamlin x reader

masterlist - honeyed flower

this can be read alone, but i suggest reading honeyed flower before!

summary: Tamlin proves that his heart is pure.

warnings: super cute and fluffy

wc: 2.8k

Tamlin is the High Lord of the Spring Court, a place where fairies reside, yet in five hundred years he has never seen any, until... a few days ago.

He can't get you and your wings, your face and your joyful, selfless personality out of his head. You even gave him a kiss on the cheek, making him feel like a little kid struggling with his first crush, and damn, it sure wasn't like that.

A rush of awe curls the wrinkles in his forehead into a grimace. You're making him weak, and he barely knew you.

He tosses and turns in bed, unable to sleep, and it's your fault. He sits at the end of the bed, elbows resting on his legs and hands holding his face. With a sigh, he gets up and gets dressed.

The night is silent, and the only light available to him is the moon, which makes his horse's coat glow a shimmering white. It reminds him of your wings.

He retraces his steps, surrounded by silence and little else. To enter the village he must get the approval of the Village Chiefs, who note whether he has a pure heart. He thinks hard about what to do.

Tamlin is not sure he owns it, after all the things he has done, the people he has hurt. But you told him his heart is pure, that the trees themselves told you so.

Yeah, he thinks puffing out a laugh to himself, you talk to the trees. It's so surreal that he wonders if he didn't dream it, but he chases the thought away when he sees the small valley and flowers as big as trees in the distance. He keeps riding for a while, and when the trees thin out completely, he decides to dismount and proceed on foot.

Your village is just as beautiful and fragrant as he remembered, and his gaze points directly to your flower, the scent of thick honey in the air seems to call to him even though he cannot see it in this darkness. Fortunately, a few fireflies illuminate the area.

He notices the first two flowers, the tallest ones, those of your Village Chief. He remembers what you told him the first time you saw each other; he remembers everything all too well. He sees the figures of two elderly fairies resting and wonders if he hasn't made a mistake. Everyone is clearly asleep and he doesn't want to disturb them, fearing mainly that he will arouse annoyance and not be admitted.

Just as he turns to retrace his steps, an elderly male voice, inspiring sagacity and wisdom, speaks. He almost gets a deja-vu of how you met.

"Who are you, boy?" He says, and sleep leaves clear marks on the fairy's face. Tamlin watches him and does not speak. He, too, possesses wings, but not as beautiful as yours. His seem graying and bear clear signs of his age. His face, though old, is still beautiful. However, he does not seem to appreciate his silence.

"Are you a visitor?" He asks testily, flapping his large wings only a couple of times to cushion the descent from his flower. He keeps his tone low so as not to wake the rest of the village, but another fairy, the other Village Chief, seems to wake up anyway.

"I am Tamlin. The High Lord of this Court." He says confidently, the authoritative High Lord tone. He just hopes it's the right thing to do. Maybe they'll let him in anyway, given his notoriety, without looking at his heart.

"Well, we are the Village Chiefs. I'm Dina, and this is Finn. What are you doing here, boy?" Tamlin is surprised by their words. It's as if they just don't recognize his figure, he wants to retort that he could kill them all, but in the end what would change for him? They did nothing but talk to him as if he were their equal. Maybe he doesn't mind so much, freeing himself from social constructs.

"I just happened to be here by accident, I was riding with my horse." He shifts and with his chin points to the animal tied to a tree not too far away. The two fairies watch it open-mouthed, as if they had never seen such a thing. Similar to your reaction the first time you saw it, he thinks, have you never seen horses in your life?

They recover a few moments later, their gaze back on him. They seem to have noticed his little lie, or maybe the trees have told them, but they say nothing.

"If you want to enter our village, we will have to establish that your heart is pure." Finn says with a hand on his chin. "I'll go and get things ready.

Entertain the visitor, dear." Dina nods. And with that, the fairy leaves his sight as he enters the dark forest, a handful of fireflies following him. Perhaps he is able to speak to them as well.

He feels the female's gaze on him, and he keeps his face high and proud, despite the agitation eating him inside. What if he is not as pure as you told him? What if he can never see you again?

"And so, you are here tonight because you found our village by chance?" The fairy's voice is accusatory, her wings seem to open even wider, proud.

Tamlin nods as he looks into her eyes. Fae often felt intimidated by such a thing, but she didn't seem to pay too much attention to it.

And anyway, his wasn't completely a lie. He had indeed found you and your village by accident. Just not tonight. Dina raises an eyebrow. Tamlin wonders if crossing his hands to his chest would be appropriate, but the fairy goes away before he can do so.

Tamlin does not know what to do now that he is alone. He keeps looking in the direction of your flower as if among the darkness you might pop out at any moment.

A figure does indeed make space, but its silhouette does not match yours. Is it Dina, who has returned with a... big leaf?

"Here." She hands him what he recognizes to be a palm leaf. What on earth are palm trees doing in the Spring Court? He grabs it and twirls it between his fingers, his eyebrows furrowed. Dina seems to notice his confusion.

"It will be used to cover you during the ritual." Tamlin squints. You didn't tell him that he must be naked, and you especially didn't tell him that his only garment, if you can call it that, would be a leaf from a palm tree.

"Don't make that face, boy. You'll be alone, maybe." At this point he is even more confused and only wishes someone would explain to him how this blessed ritual takes place. Finn returns a few moments later, more tired than before. Dina greets him by supporting him with her arms, bringing him close to his flower and making sure he goes up without a problem. She whispers something in his ear and places a kiss on his forehead before returning to him.

"Finn is tired. I will lead you." Without waiting for an answer she slips through the trees, and the fairy's fireflies now wander around Dina. Tamlin follows her without a word.

They walk for a few minutes until they come to a small expanse in the trees. How did he not notice it before?

He looks around and admires the landscape. His eyes become hungry for that atmosphere. It is a dream. He never realized that his court could contain so much beauty. He wonders if at this moment he is being blessed by Mother herself.

The trees have the gaps between the bark glowing, making them look ethereal. The small empty space in the center is covered with a carpet of flowers that seems to glow in the same way as the trunks and roots. And kneeling in it is you. Dressed only in a light, short white robe, there is you.

Dina called you as she was going to get the leaf. You would have liked to sleep, but she shook your flower making you annoyed.

"Don't touch my flower!" You say coming down as if the petals were a slide, you love doing that. Dina rolls her eyes, visibly sleepy like you. Fairies need more sleep than other species, or they tend to get either nervous or stupid. It is also why they are so secretive - they are not particularly productive in society.

"A visitor is waiting for you in the Pool of Purity for the ritual." She simply tells you, then disappears toward her flower. You sigh, but are happy nonetheless. It is strange to have two visitors arrive in such a short time, Tamlin and now this stranger. Or maybe - your wings have a spasm - you lengthen your steps to the small secret clearing and find no one. Maybe Dina has gone to get whoever is here.

You kneel on the fresh dewy grass and set to work: the sooner you complete the ritual, the sooner you can return to the softness of your flower. You place your flattened palms on the cool earth and begin to hum a prayer for the Mother. The trees begin to glow with magic that fades from pink to purple to blue, and expands to the center of the clearing, covering it with small, colorful flowers that are also overflowing with energy.

You are focused on your little prayer that you don't even turn to look when you hear Dina speaking to the visitor.

"I leave you in the hands of our sweetest Y/n. She will guide you through the ritual, otherwise she will escort you back to the border." And with these last words, she leaves.

Only now do you raise your head, your hands still in the blades of grass that have now turned blue. Your breath catches in your throat and your body stiffens at the sight of Tamlin. So he kept his word and came back! He offers you a big smile, and careless of having left the prayer in half, you jump up and run to hug him. This time he is prepared and promptly reciprocates the affection-filled squeeze, his hands on your hips as he inhales your honey-sweet scent. Your wings quiver as you hold him even tighter. You are sad as you part, and a small pout wrinkles your nose. Tamlin chuckles as he turns the leaf over in his fingertips.

"So you will be my guide, Y/n." You offer him a joyful smile as you hop back to kneel where you were before, resting your hands on your thighs you watch him. He is so beautiful with all the colors reflected on his face, so magical.

"I'm very excited, TamTam! I think all you have to do is undress and lie down on the bed of flowers.

The trees will give their final verdict when they are ready." Tamlin looks at you. You can tell by his glance that he is slightly embarrassed.

"Okay, I'll go behind that tree while you change. You make yourself comfortable!" With a graceful movement you stand up and give him his space, and as he changes he feels his heartbeat calm down. If the trees determine his purity, and not the Village Chiefs, then he has nothing to worry about.

You come back out of your hiding place after a couple of minutes and find Tamlin lying down, his arms behind his head revealing his sculpted chest. He looks like a statue from how perfect he is. Your gaze wanders over his body with curiosity, a slight blush covers your cheeks, and Tamlin chuckles when he sees your pupils dilate, he feels your eyes on him as if they're branding him.

"Now... now I'll proceed." You're slightly awkward, and Tamlin can't help but wonder if this is the first time you've done this. Or that you've seen a naked man.

You kneel in the same spot and place your palms on the ground, just as you were before he came. Tamlin is about to speak, but you block him with a hand sign.

"Show respect, Tamlin." You warn him in a serious tone that he has never heard on you. You feel a little guilty, so you add, "and please extend your arms down your body or the roots won't be able to catch you."

"What?"

"Shhh" You shush him once more. Silence is restored again, and for a few minutes the only audible sound is the forest. Then you start chanting a prayer and Tamlin does not recognize the words, but he recognizes the language. It is the ancient language of the Fae, long since forgotten. How do you know it? No, how do the fairies know it?

The problem he has just posed fades when he feels something touch him basically all over, from his neck to his feet. He opens the eyes he didn't even realize he had closed. Luminescent roots are pinning him to the ground. What the hell? Is this by any chance a trap?

He tries to struggle, but it's too late, and whatever prayer you're reciting is blocking all his powers. He watches you, your eyes closed and your lips whispering ancient and long-forgotten words. All this time you have been luring him to you with your perfect face and those inviting wings only to do what, kill him? Tamlin feels bitterness in his mouth.

You open your eyes after the trees inform you that something is wrong. You look at Tamlin trying to free himself from the roots and squint, it's a miracle you didn't pull your hands off the ground or you would have interrupted the ritual.

"Tam! Stop immediately or all this will be for nothing!" You say alarmed. He looks at you coldly, anger and rancor in his eyes. You don't understand, wasn't this what he wanted? Maybe it's your fault, you're doing something wrong. Your eyes become glossy.

"Are you trapping me?" He asks. Everything is clearer to you now; you giggle when you realize what all the fuss was about. He thought you were trying to hurt him!

"No, silly." Laughter shakes your shoulders. "The roots will reach to your heart, to listen to it. They won't hurt you!" Tamlin mentally calls himself a fool.

You smile at him one last time before closing your eyes again and resuming your chants.

After minutes, or maybe hours, the roots finally begin to recede and your prayers cease. You take your hands off the earth and thank Mother one last time. You get up, stretching your legs and yawning. The sun is rising and the other fairies are probably waking up now. Tamlin stands up, supporting the leaf with one hand, and looks at you expectantly. You blush heavily and go back behind the tree.

You make your way to him toward the flower field, while meanwhile your friends have gathered in a circle to find out the verdict. You keep your chin up, proud. You have always been on their side, never on this. You take great pride for what you just did.

"I thought the ritual was over." Tamlin whispers from behind your ear. Your wings seem to shiver at that closeness.

"Not yet. Now the Village Chiefs will open the flower and tell if you possess a pure heart." You turn to him and point a finger at his chest. He takes the hand you used and kisses your knuckles, smiling at you. Your eyes land on your bare feet as a lovely blush covers your cheeks.

You bring him next to Dina and Finn, who seems to have recovered, and they put Tamlin between them.

You retrace your steps to the small clearing where you performed the ritual and grab the taller flower that sprang up where Tamlin once lay. More than flower, a bud.

And when the two Village Chiefs make it bloom, then the color of its petals will tell whether he can enter or not.

You place it in Dina's hands and stand beside her. Your heart is pounding even if you already know that Tamlin has a pure heart. You are also happy that the Village Chief fairy trusted you so much that she gave you such a complex task.

Also, you feel useful! This is one of the few rituals you can do without a mate.

Dina begins to blow on it, murmuring a pleading prayer to the Mother, and then passes the sprout to Finn, who does the same. Finally it reaches the hands of Tamlin, who holds it uncertain of what to do. He meets your gaze in a question, and you smile at him, nodding, indicating that everything is going according to schedule.

The flower slowly blooms, revealing a beautiful rose -- white.

You laugh ecstatically and run to hug Tamlin, who is initially confused, but after your gesture understands he has passed the ritual. The Village Chiefs offer him a little bow and as if by instinct he reciprocates, one hand still clasped in yours and the other holding the lovely flower between his fingers.

The crowd of fairies thins out, the Village Chiefs themselves leave to begin their day, and it remains just you and Tamlin in the flower field.

"What does it mean if the flower is white?"

"Not only is your heart pure, TamtTam, but kind. You are kind hearted. And you did so well!" You exclaim, your eyes glistening with happiness. The wings must have twitched as many times as the fingers on your hands. He smiles sweetly at you.

"What now?" He asks you. You stare at him for a while and think about what is missing to show him: unfortunately nothing, you already showed him everything a few nights ago. Just as you're oing to pout, Violet and Spring appear from behind a flower, making you squeal excitedly. You jump and keep touching Tamlin's arm to get his attention, and when you have it, you point to a burgundy-red flower.

"Look, TamTam. Those are the little animals I told you about, the two fawns! Do you want to meet them?" And how could Tamlin say no, when you look at him with those big bunny eyes.

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mrs-barnes-rogers-writes · 23 days

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The Fate Of A Fae - Part 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Soulmate Match: You know on sight. Friends also know when they meet you if you're a match for one of their friends.

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a meddling, pain in the ass Sprite, who you wrongly thought would leave you alone once you introduced her to your best friend, Darcy. News flash, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not when she thinks you’re a perfect match for two of her best friends. Could she be right? Maybe. Just don’t tell her that.

“Never tell Natasha Romanoff she was right” - Clint Barton

Chapter Summary: Tony explains what he knows about your medication.

Chapter Warning: Mention of arsehole parents, past trauma and being medicated.

It’s an hour later when Bucky tucks you into bed. You’re exhausted and emotional drained so the fight you put up is minimal. He sits with you a moment, noticing how you’ve automatically laid in the middle of the bed. A spot he hopes you’ll soon take in his own bed. Steve one side and him the other. As you snuggle down into the sheets and let out a soft sigh, he fixes the sheets around you again and softly strokes your face, humming a Russian lullaby to you.

Natasha smiles when she hears it, remembering the sound of Winnie humming it to Bucky in the hospital after he’d been found. A tortured prisoner of war cannot be made comfortable by medication but by the soft hum and voice of his mother. She gravitated towards the screen that separated your bedroom from the rest of the studio apartment. A vintage store find that you and Clint had found when you could only leave the apartment with him, Nat or an appointed guard from Happy’s team. Peeking around it, she’s joined by Tony, who can’t help but feel his heart warm at the sight. He types on his phone that he needs to speak to Barnes and shows it Nat, she nods and knows this is probably about your medication and what it really is.

“Yasha.” She whispers. Bucky sighs and gets up from the bed, placing a kiss to your temple before meeting them at the screen.

“Can’t this wait?” He whispers back harshly. Tony walks back to the kitchen and flicks his head for Bucky to follow him. Natasha follows but positions herself so she can keep an eye on you through the gap between the screen and the wall.

Tony pushes your boxed medication towards him.

“Do you know what this is?” He asks him.

“No, she said it was a muscle relaxant.” Bucky replied.

“Well, it’s not. Do you remember the trouble at the shareholders meeting? A couple of them had ideas about a pharmaceutical company using our factories for production and I refused.”

“Well it didn’t make any sense. Plus you said the ethics didn’t line up so I backed you.”

Tony nodded.

“It’s because they make this. It’s not a muscle relaxant James. It’s a species suppressant. Those arseholes must have put her on them as a kid. Stop her wings and ears growing back.”

Bucky growled deep in his chest and clenched his fists.

You stirred in the bed and Natasha gestured at him to be quiet. He took some deep breaths and made his way to the screen to check on you.

“So what do we do?” He asked, eyes fixed on you.

“You get her off them as soon as possible before there’s any long term damage.”

“Long term? She said herself she’s been on them since she was a kid!!” He whispered harshly.

“But these are worse Yasha.” Natasha replied. “They’re highly addictive, she’s gonna have to detox.”

“You’ll need a plan from Banner and Cho. There on their way back from DC now. They’ll give her a full review tomorrow, results the following day. I’m going to warn you Barnes it won’t be pretty. The fact her ears look like they’re growing back could mean the her body is already fighting against them and the meds, well they’ll fight right back.”

“How are her ears growing back if she’s on them?”

“Wild guess?” Tony replied “And personally I’d even ask Shuri’s advice on this one, Cho’s too, it could be because of you.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“How’s your shoulder?”

“Excuse me?”

“How is it? Where the scales, skin and metal meet?”

Bucky huffed and moved away from the screen, dropping himself on a stool at the kitchen island in a huff.

“It’s better isn’t it?” Tony asked. Bucky nodded.

“There’s lots written about our kind, all of us, changing when we meet our soulmates. Wounds being healed, forced transfers switching back. It’s so we’re at our best for them. Your shoulders have gotten broader, your eyes are brighter gold when your dragon shows and your shoulder is improving. Her ears will likely be the first thing to right themselves. They’re smaller, less to grow back. Her wings will take longer and from what I remember her telling me, there’s a lot of scarring. This won’t be easy James.”

Bucky nodded.

“There was a lot written post war, as well as Shuri’s recent stuff, people recovering in their soulmates company. I’ll send you somethings over.”

Bucky nodded again.

“Romanoff walk me out?” Tony asked, Nat nodding and following him out to the hallway.

Bucky zoned out their whispering, as he thought of you and what your childhood could have been like. You were missing all the things that made you appear fae and for them to put you on those drugs? Why had nobody ever told you what they were? Were you willingly on them? He was brought back to himself as Natasha slid into the seat beside him.

“She didn’t know Yasha.”

Bucky shook his head.

“How’d you know that’s what I’m thinking?”

“Because I know you.”

“You’re sure?”

Natasha nodded.

“The first time I saw her scars we were in a dressing room, she refused to try on the dress I’d picked out for her, I pulled back the curtain as we were arguing and I saw them. She shutdown completely so I took her to a bar. Four drinks in she told me about her parents being arseholes. Six in and she’s telling me what they did. All she’s over wanted is to be a true fae again.”

“She is a fae!”

“That’s not how she sees it.”

Bucky leaned back on the stool and ran his hand over his face. Natasha moved from his side, returning with two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka, quickly pouring one for each of them. Bucky took the shot and without looking at Natasha asked a favour.

“Find out where her parents live.”

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TAGLIST

@calwitch @animegirlgeeky @jenniferpendragon @sebastians-love

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers #avengers au #monster au #alternate universe #faerie #fairy reader #steve rogers x reader

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rian1023 · 1 year

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Fatui Harbingers +Tsaritsa x Fairy Reader Brainrot. Feel free to use this in anyway tbh.

TW! Cussing, mentions of murder, yandere, guilt tripping, gaslighting, like omg.

Ok, so Childe finds a mysterious flower in the wild. Snezhnaya to be specific.

Boi would be confused like 'Why tf is there a flower in the snow and how is it alive??' just yanks it out, places it in his jacket and goes back to plant it.

Brings it everywhere since it gave him luck. Like, he surprisingly didn't get nagged by his mom when he visited, his workload was smol, and he def didn't get a punishment when he summoned Osial.

Brings the dang flower(aka you, but unborn) everywhere. EVEN TO HARBINGER MEETINGS.

So one day, the flower glows and blooms.

Yey, you're born now, everyone is in shock, when you spread your wings and smile.

You're so confused like 'who is you?' And 'where tf am I?'

The Tsaritsa is speechless, she loves cute and adorable things and there's you.

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"I guess it's not just a flower..?" Childe smiles nervously. Looking at your confused, but happy face as you rub his finger on your head, nearly makes him go through a heart attack.

"What a lovely specimen!" Il Dottore, smiles creepily.

"What a lovely tune she makes!~" The sing song voice adds.

"Never in my life have I seen such an interesting creature such as this." Pierro says surprised by you.

"Let's keep an eye on the creature and see if anything happens." The Tsaritsa holds back on taking you for herself like she is making plans to have you already.

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They spoil you like crazy.

Colombina buys you a big ass dollhouse, Pantalone buys custom miniature clothes, Dottore gives you miniature laboratory stuff, Childe gives you miniature utensils and stuff, Arlecchino is buying miniature weapons cuz why not?

They pet you 24/7, there is no stopping the petting especially when you lean your head to their finger.

Your wings help you fly around and about, sometimes you bring some things...

"Lil Fairy what the fuck?!"

You brought a goddamn knife.

Your just like(•;∆;•) 'Was I not good?' and a sad face that gives them heavy guilt on their hearts.

You tear up and all hell breaks loose. The Tsaritsa takes you and you get close to her.

You give them silent treatment if they do something you don't like.

For example, when Childe took the knife you had as he scolded you.

He never did it again, nor will he ever do it in the future.

A big ass ball arrives and the visitors see you, on the Tsaritsa' shoulder, happily munching on some (favourite food) and (favourite drink)

The shock is unmeasurable.

An assassin comes, sees you and changes his life goals. He decided to take you.

Oh boy was that messy...

Let's just say your 'guardians' aka Harbingers 'talked' to him about it.

La Siñora didn't go to Inazuma since Scaramouche took the dang electro gnosis and gave it to you. So we're the others but meh.

You play with the gnosis not knowing its value.

Dress up with the Female Harbingers is a definite YES.

One day in a meeting...

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"Y-y/n!" You say, all eyes are on you now.

"What was that lil Fairy?" Pulcinella asks.

"My name is Y/n!" You exclaim loudly, they obviously don't know what happens.

"That's a lovely name... Y/n.." The Tsaritsa nods.

A bright ass light glows on their wrist, and a symbol appears.

"When a Fairy says their name, they are bound to those people and share their power and knowledge to those who know their name." You say it so casually.

"It also means that I trust you all very much to tell you my true name, so don't forget that!" You giggle and their hearts are basically in your smol tiny hands.

They all smile smirk as the thought of you staying with them forever and never leaving them like they would even let you.

"What an honour, what do these powers and knowledge do you mean?" Dottore asks curiously.

"Powers... uhh, immense luck, strength boost, speed boost, regeneration, Physical Damage is increased, Elemental Damage increased, Elemental Resistance is Increased, Physical Resistance is Increased. As for knowledge, basically anything I know in Teyvat whether past present or future. Forgot to mention I can grant 11 wishes." You say out of breath, like that's a lot.

"My goodness, what a blessing to have~" Pantalone smiles at you.

"But y/n, did you have other people that you were bound to in the past?" Arlecchino asks.

"Yeah, some good and some bad-"

"Who hurt you?" Scaramouche asks, seems like he has some pests to take care of.

"Hmn.. Well there's ______, ____...." You say the names of your previous masters, if they were still alive, they won't be for long lmao.

The Tsaritsa whispers something to the first Harbinger. "Kill the bitches."

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Oh no, someone hurt you? Oops! My knife slipped and went through their arteries and they bled out and died a slow and painful death!

Who? They're already six feet underground buried alive! You don't know they're alive tho-

Really? Oh dear, was their successful business shut down?

So yeah, basically are your guardians, don't tell them about your love life tho-

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"..Childe..?" You say flushed and embarrassed, you could actually grow in size, but you saved your strength and stayed smol and cute.

"Yes lil Fairy?" He asks, his nickname never left you.

"Uhh.. how do I confess-" here it comes-

"Are you that in love with someone that you want to leave us?"

They fucking guilt trip you.

"Oh..? Y/n, I thought you loved us very much..?" Pantalone drops his smile, oh shit.

"It's not like that at all!" Oh poor lil you, not knowing how happy they were...

"So why..?-"

"I wanted to know how to confess to someone and tell them I don't feel the same way romantically!" You blurt out.

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You're never gonna even bring the topic up again. Ever.

Like dang they used all types of affection manipulation on you so you could stay with them forever.

PT 2 coming soon!

#Fatui #Fatui Harbingers #Fatui Harbingers x reader #Fairy Reader #Fatui Harbingers x Fairy Reader #sagau #Snezhnaya #Harbingers #Brainrot

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theyanderespecialist · 9 days

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Modern/Monster Demon Slayer AU

This Demon Slayer takes place in the Modern Age, but there are not just humans and demons. But Various Supernatural Creatures so what should the reader be? And should it have the Reader Be a soulmate!

#yandere #yandere various #yandere demon slayer #demon slayer #demon slayer various #demon slayer x reader #vrious x reader #witch reader #fae #fae reader #fairy reader #sun fae #soulmate #soulmate au #au #alternate universe #modern universe

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m00n-b4b3 · 10 months

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˚○◦˚Gojo x Fairy!Male reader SFW Headcanons˚◦○˚

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 Gojo at first didn't know what to think when he saw you.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 He Honestly Thought You Were A Cursed Spirit And Tried To Exercise You.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 When Exercising You Didn't Work He Thought He Was Dealing With A Special Grade Curse.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 You Were Able To Convince Him You Weren't A Curse But A Fairy.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 When Gojo Learned This He Was Naturally Curious And Wanted To Learn Everything About You

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 He Was Especially Curious About How Your Tiny Body Was Able to Hold Up You're Wings Since They Were Half Your Body Mass!

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

I'm not sure how well this is gonna be received since this is my first time writing x reader content. 😓 But if it's well liked I might do a part two with more content! I hope you enjoyed my little Headcanons about gojo in this situation :3

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk gojo #male reader #fairy reader #headcanons #anime #trans male reader #Spotify

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐬/𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: The ages are a bit confusing, and I don’t feel comfortable writing about a s/o when the Pevensies are underage. So everyone is over the age of 18!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

SFW🌿𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚:

After Aslan sends the Pevensies back to the human world, you’re absolutely heartbroken. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. But another lesson must be learnt by many of his people, and the Pevensies are once again needed.

𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓

・Nearly falls to his knees when he sees you

・Like the world has stopped and everyone doesn’t exist

・Grabs ahold of you and presses you to him, kissing your face, cheeks, forehead, head.

・ “It’s you. It’s really you.”

・Is embarrassed because he isn’t ... well he isn’t important in the human world. He isn’t a king or a knight. Just a plain human like everyone else.

・And that would worry him. Because then you would see that there is a world full of sons of Adam and daughters of Eve. That maybe the prophecy wasn’t so important

“You can change into human form in this world too?”

“Yes, I guess I can!”

・Would drag you back to his siblings to show them that you’re here

・ “I have to tell you ...” He would stop suddenly and his cheeks begin to redden.

“Yes?”

“I’m not... I don’t have- Well we aren’t as well off here as we are in Narnia.”

・You would be shocked. Shocked that he would need to say that. But you understood Peter more than he knew. That’s why you worked so well as a pair. You knew why Peter felt certain things and thought in particular ways.

・Aslan gave you strict instructions not to stay in the human world too long, since time moved differently

・And your task was time sensitive

・ You would go and see his home, and how he lived. What was important to him.

・Then he’d want to show the rest of his siblings that you’re here

・ “No, no Peter. They’re already waiting. We have to go now.”

𝑺𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏

・Being Susan’s s/o I think you would have studied as much of Earth as you could before going

・Because customs there are wildly different to those in Narnia

・When she first sees you, she thinks she’s in a dream

・Once she realises it’s real she starts to cry

・Is confused and worried. She wants to know how you got here, and if you’re stuck now

・Susan knows how frightening it is to travel to another universe, one that you never knew existed. And Earth is a much less exciting place than the fantastical world of Narnia.

・She soon becomes self-conscious because she holds no authority in this world.

・ “I know exactly what you’re thinking darling, and don’t let those thoughts take hold.”

・You know Susan inside and out. And part of your fairy powers was sensing emotions.

・Susan would look up at you sheepishly (only you would ever see this side of her)

・She would have a lot of questions, and not stop asking them until you had to shush her (she doesn’t like to be shushed)

・And she would want an explanation, she wouldn’t move until you told her

𝑬𝒅𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅

・You felt nearly crazed by the time you see Edmund in the town square, his arms full of groceries.

・You stood back and watched him for a few moments, seeing how he fit in this world

・But when you tap his shoulder and he swings around, he drops everything he’s holding

・Takes your face in his hands and kisses you so deeply

・Is ecstatic but also ashamed. He doesn’t live in a castle, he barely has any money.

・Becomes red in the face almost instantly because he realises how stupid he must look. No longer a king with a crown, but a simple young man with

・The things he thought won you over are now no longer his to give (which is stupid of him to think because you didn’t fall in love with him over his wealth.)

・”I missed you so much”

・Is a bit teary actually, both of you are

・Takes you back home to show the rest of the Pevensie’s

・And you tell them all that they’re needed back in Narnia

𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒚

・You’re intrigued by the clothing of Earth and how people dress. It’s so different to what everyone wears (and doesn’t wear) in Narnia

・Confused why people want to shake your hand all the time

・Is very excited, she thought she’d never see you again after leaving Narnia.

・She would actually squeal seeing you, run and literally jump into your arms

・And she would look at you like you were perfection

・ “I do miss your wings though-”

・Wants to show you her home, her room, her belongings, what she does for fun.

・After a while she would ask if you were going to bring her back to Narnia

・And she would rejoice so loudly because your answer was yes

・Nearly jumped in glee when you said all of her siblings were coming too

・She knew she would go back though

・She always held hope for Narnia ... and for you

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gulnarsultan · 2 years

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Yandere Thranduil and Thorin are fighting. Thorin turns to the Fairy reader for advice.

"What do you think I should do?"

"No one can ask you to forget the past. But if you cling to the past, there will be no today and no tomorrow."

"What a clever beauty."

"Wake up, Thranduil. You're not allowed near our friend."

"As if I was asking your permission."

Thranduil : 😏😈

Thorin : 😠😤

#yandere hobbit x reader #yandere hobbit #yandere lord of the rings x reader #yandere lotr #yandere lord of the rings #yandere thranduil x reader #yandere the hobbit #yandere character #yandere thranduil #yandere thorin x reader #yandere thorin oaekanshield #yandere concept #thranduil x you #thranduil x oc #thranduil oropherion #thorin oakenshield #thorin x reader #fairy reader

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josiesullysblog · 2 years

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You are my dream p2

~Neteyam x Fairy Na’vi reader

~Angst (toxic asf grandmother) and fluff

~Proofread?-

~Summary- Part two of fairy reader

~Note-Ik I promised this story and Kyah’s but I have no idea what to write for Kyah! Send requests, please!!

You’ve always had dreams of meeting your mate. When you were smaller, you always felt this pull. Like there was something else calling for you. You often dreamed of going down to the land, but it was forbidden.

“Mother, why can’t we go down there?”

You questioned the woman as she helped your sister get ready. She sighed before patting your sister to leave, “we are very pure creatures, Euroa. Others would use us and hurt us, up here we are safe. You are to never wonder past home, do I make myself clear?”

You nodded quickly before running away, you by nature were a people pleaser. A lot of the time your own needs were neglected in hopes to please others. Your grandmother was someone you looked up to very much.

Her words meant everything to you, and as you got older all you wanted was for her to be proud of you. It never happened. She just put more pressure on you to be great, and there was never room to make mistakes.

Yet, there you were on land, hand in hand with a forest Na’vi. Your whole life you’ve felt different, you looked like everyone else and acted like it too, but deep down you were nothing like them. You envisioned yourself happy elsewhere, elsewhere with Neteyam.

Your family wouldn't understand this, they’d call you foolish and you weren't using your brain. But it felt so right to hug the forest Na’vi, to imagine kissing him. No matter what you did, you wanted it to be with him.

Neteyam held your hand tight as you both walked back, “what are they like?” He believed they would be nice, as in every story fairies are always nice and calm.

“They are very nice when they choose to be. My grandmother is a very brave woman, while pregnant with my father she helped fight against our attackers. Our wings are very important and many people fight for them.”

You softly explained as you neared his home, “she would not like you though, everyone who is an outsider is a threat to her. She believes for us a thrive our next leader must have the same mindset as her.” you felt his fingers make small circles on your hand.

“I understand,” His words felt like daggers causing the girl to stop walking, “I will fight for you.” you smiled hard after saying this before you kept walking.

“I’ll fight for you, my love.”

“Where is she?” screams were heard as your mother questioned Jake. Your mother, father, grandmother, and sister flew down to find you. Faires are very close to Eywa, they can sense lies, fear, and other emotions.

When your brother and sister frantically ran back home, it was like your mother’s whole demeanor changed. The calm woman was not here but was replaced by an angry mother who was willing to kill for her child.

“She just went exploring with my oldest, they are on the way back,” Jake attempted to reason with the fairy. “She better be,” it was your grandmother next threatening people. Your father mumbled a sorry as he pulled his mate away from the man.

You took deep breaths in as you walked closer, you could hear the commotion, and you knew your mother's voice. “Mother is angry. I can feel it, she is never this angry unless my brother has done something to upset her.” you grew worried as you felt the waves of anger.

“Euroa!” your sister called as you entered her eyesight. Her eyes lingered on the hand you held. You quickly let go of the hand running to the girl, you checked her face before hugging her. Your mother quickly grabbed you hugging you tightly, “my child, what were you thinking?”

“I’m sorry mother, I did not mean to cause trouble,” she sighed as she checked your wings. “You even hurt your wing?” your grandmother spoke next as she circled you.

Neteyam felt the power that oozed off your grandmother. He felt himself attempting to make sure his posture was good, his braids were neat as the woman spoke with you.

“We put some cream on it to help her heal quicker,” Tuk spoke from behind her mother. “Euroa, how could this of happened?”

Her disapproving look caused you to look anywhere but her face. You made small eye contact with Odina, “I was playing around.” you didn't want your siblings to get in trouble so you took all the blame. Your father sighed heavily, “thank you for helping my daughter. With this condition, it is unsafe for her to fly is there anywhere we can stay for tonight?”

“Yes, follow me,” your mother held a strong grip on your arm as you walked off. Your eyes fell back on Neteyam who smiled at you. “This will do, thank you.” as you arrived at the tent, your father thanked Jake. “If you need anything, my sons are willing to help.” your mother nodded, and Jake took his leave.

Your grandmother scoffed as the man left, “Euroa,” you dropped your face to the floor at the sound of her name. “You disappoint me, granddaughter. Recklessly playing around the borders, making contact with the forest Na’vi, hurting your wing. How do you call yourself a decent heir if you can't follow simple instructions?” Her words were like daggers, and you felt tears slip away. Your sister sat and watched, she blamed herself for you falling. She wanted so badly to stand up and explain what happened, but her fear of her grandmother shut her up.

“I’m sorry grandmother, I'll try and do better,” tears fell as you smiled brightly something you always did. “There will be no next time, you are lucky you met the right people. What if they clipped your wings, Euroa?” Small sobs started leaving your mouth as her daggers kept flying your way, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

“That is enough,” your father finally stepped in taking the older woman out of the tent. “Oh, Euroa,” your mother wrapped you in her arms as your sobs became more violent, “what more can I do for her to love me?” Your question silenced the woman as she hugged you tighter, “Euroa, she does love you! She loves you all it's just she was scared she lost you.” You took in her words but felt no real comfort Neteyam could comfort you.

You got out of the woman’s embrace and sat next to your sister, “where is Jacy?” she was shocked you spoke with her, “grandmother didn't allow for him to come along.” You nodded before placing a hand on the distant girl, “is there something wrong, Odina?”

It was her time to cry now, “why didn't you tell them the truth? That it was me who made you fall?” she whispered this so your mother could not here. “Your safety is much more important than whatever they could say to me, even if it hurts.” her tears fell as you hugged her close, “When I woke up, I could not fly. I thought I was going to die, it was the scariest moment of my life. But the only person I could think of was you and Jacy.” She looked you in the eyes, “why?” you smiled brightly, “I did not know if I had saved you, and if I were to die Jacy is next in line. I do not wish that burden on him”

“When you woke up, was that boy there?” she wiped her tears as your smile widen at the mention of the boy, Neteyam. You quickly nodded, “he helped me and showed me around!” She smiled, “does he give you butterflies? Like the ones, mother says father gives to her?” You blushed harder, “he makes me feel very special.”

At the mention of his name, Neteyam found his way into the tent, “hello!” His eyes fell on you the minute he was in the room. His eye faltered a little as he noticed your tear-stained face, you felt a wave of energy come off the boy. You got up and walked towards your mother, “can I please go on a walk with him? Only for a little?” She saw this fire in your eyes, one she knew all too well. “Only for a little,” she patted your head as you squeaked and left with the boy.

You both walked away from where everyone was, hand in hand. You sat by the river, putting a hand in there, feeling how the waters moved. “Why are you crying?” Neteyam’s brought your face towards him. You sighed, “I told you, my grandmother would not be happy.” you felt more tears coming, “she expects so much from me I do not even know if she loves me, for me.”

Neteyam listened and kissed your hand, “I know she wants the best, but sometimes she puts the tribe over my feelings.” Neteyam, being the oldest sibling understood, he wanted to be stupid like Lo’ak. Lo’ak didn't have many cares in the world, and Neteyam was jealous of the younger boy.

“My whole life my dream has been to please her, and now it’s not what I want,” you rested your head on the boy's chest, “I have no dream to follow, what am I supposed to do?” Neteyam’s hands went through the girl’s hair, “that's the good part, I guess you get to find a new dream.”

You lifted your head quickly looking at the boy, “you're my new dream,” her words caused his heart to beat faster, and his hands to bring her face closer, “and you are mine.” The kiss was passionate just like you thought it would be, his lips felt so right you found yourself chasing for more until you were force to let go for air.

“Let's mate, my Neteyam!” you smiled as you dragged him towards an open part where you could see the stars better. “Here?” you nodded as you clapped in excitement, “so we can never be a part, or forced to take another.” Neteyam nodded and grabbed his queue, “listen to your heart, Euroa,” you grabbed your queue bringing it and connecting the two of them, “feel it pounding,” you smiled as the connection was made, not hearing the loud steps get closer and closer. “We are now mated, forever!” You kissed the boy, who gladly accepted the kiss back.

“I see you, Euroa,” the footsteps picked up the pace, “I see you, Neteyam,” You held a lovesick smile as the feet finally slowed down.

“Oh, God!” Your grandmother stood terrified as she saw the connected queues, and the lovesick smile you carried. She was far too late, you had already fallen in love.

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HEYYYY!! I miss y'all sorry for not posting, I’m in school and have things to do after school so I wasn't able to write :( but I'm here and got 5his done! Part three is being made! Hope you enjoy it!! In part three it will follow Neteyam pov!

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#avatar way of water #jake sully #neteyam #loak x reader #avatar neytiri #avatar #neteyam x y/n #avatar loak #avatar tuk #neytiri #fairy reader #fairy wings #fairy girl

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shhh-itsmoonmist1 · 1 month

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You're mine

Geto Suguru x Fairy reader

This is how reader size is she can turn into human size if she wanted to..

Geto Suguru walks into his garden in his backyard after a long day killing humans, he sighs and starts to tend to the flowers until he sees this small figure around one of the roses.

"You're not a curse. No, I would've sensed your energy; what are you?" he spoke with a neutral yet curious as he walked up to you.

Y/n becomes shocked and scared as he approaches her and hides inside the rose; how can he see me Y/n questions herself. Only children or kids who still have hope and believe in magic could see their kind.

SNAP..

The stem was cut by Suguru, and he carried the rose back inside the house, put it on his desk, put the rose in the vase, and gently tapped the rose. Y/n peeks her head out of the petals and gasps, but she is now curious about him, so he pushes the petals down. his eyes widened slightly, and a smirk came on his lips.

Y/n was breathtaking she was wearing a light lavender and baby blue crop top with puff sleeves that slid down her shoulders paired with sparkling white gloves and her top had jewels and gold drops at the bottom of the top, her bottom was a short skirt with iridescent lavender and baby blue hues she had a pearl wrapped around her waist and she draped on her skirt, she was had on heels(similar to Winx club footwear during their enchantix) Y/n wings were white and sliver and resemble a moth mixed with butterfly wings, her hair was long and she had one bun and bangs but the rest of her hair flows, it was light brown with blonde highlights.

"you're an enchanting sight what's you're name?"

Y/n gives him her name hesitantly and then the silence slowly fills the room. "How can you see me? " she questions.

"That's a secret for now, but you can never leave this house nor my garden, for you are now mine; if you try to escape, I'll cut off ur wings," he smiles while responding to her.

Y/n looks at him now fearful of her life attempts to fly away only for her to get captured in a lamp.

"Dont push it little one"

Tell me how you guys think of this story is it good? Don't be shy to request something 💕💖

#geto suguru #fairy reader #Prey and predator

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yourlittlebunnyy · 2 months

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Violet and Spring -tamlin x reader

masterlist - kind hearted

summary: Tamlin meets Violet and Spring.

warnings: not very happy with this one tbh

wc: 1.5k

"Look, TamTam. Those are the little animals I told you about, the two fawns! Do you want to meet them?"

Tamlin had just completed the ritual that allowed him to enter the village of the fairies living in his court, and all because he wanted to see you again. A fairy who had stolen his heart from the start-he was not just fascinated by you, but completely obsessed.

So of course, when you looked at him with your big eyes, hopping around unable to contain your excitement like a bunny, he couldn't say no.

"With great pleasure, Y/n." He smiles kindly at you, and you momentarily lose yourself in his eyes, before recovering with a shrug of your wings, grabbing him by the wrist, and then running toward the two little animals hiding behind a tall, proud flower. You call their names in a high-pitched voice, and they hop toward you. Tamlin is not sure if animals can smile, but they certainly look like they are. They seem so happy to see you.

They practically jump on you causing you to stagger backward until you bump into the male's chest, and if it weren't for him you would have fallen. You giggle when they lick your cheeks after you pick them up, snatching an amused verse from him as well. You are delightful in your element.

The sound seems to catch the attention of the two fawns, who look at him with wide, curious eyes. You offer them a gentle smile, but it's not enough. You take his hand and extend it toward the two animals, who retreat fearfully. You beam at them warmly, stroking them behind the ears.

"Shh, take it easy. This is TamTam, my friend." Tamlin is slightly surprised by your words. Friend? He thought he had made his intentions clear by coming back here. And even you seemed to consider him something more, after all your affectionate gestures. He chases away the thought bitterly, focusing on Violet and Spring, who, as if they understood your words, stretch their necks slightly and nuzzle his hand. You clap your hands contentedly, kneeling down to hug them and whisper sweet words to them in a high-pitched, childlike tone.

"Tam, this is Violet," you point to the older fawn, "and Spring." You point your finger at the other, who seems to be miraculously holding himself upright, but he is the one who licks his hand first. Tamlin caresses them both affectionately and you let out a high-pitched squeal at the sight, they are so cute!

"Spring is such a big sweetheart. He's only a month old but he's so cuddly!" He would like to reply that he looks a lot like you, but he shuts up. Instead, he does something he knows you like: he asks you questions. He already anticipates the delightful movement of your wings and the twinkling of your eyes.

"They are delicious. Were they born here?" As expected, you emit a giggle and answer him as you toy with Violet.

"No, the trees send me lost pets so that I can offer them food and shelter." Tamlin feels his heart clench at such words. You are the nicest person he has ever met in his life. He is stunned.

"It's... it's really a nice gesture. " You raise your face to give him one of your best smiles, and he also kneels down by your side, Spring now enjoying rubbing against his hand. "So you can talk to them too?" You stand up elegantly, and he is a little disappointed. He had ducked down mainly to be closer to you, and as soon as he did, you got up. Then maybe he really misunderstood your feelings for him.

"Yes. Not in the same way as trees, though. With animals... it's like we exchange emotions with each other. I communicated a sense of safety and calmness to them first, so that they knew you wouldn't hurt him." It almost seems as if you have more to say, and in fact, after a few seconds of silence, you add, "Holy smokes, TamTam! I forgot to show you the orchard. It's beautiful, you absolutely must see it!"

You don't even give him time to react that you grab his hand and help him up with a snort, making them both giggle. You start hopping around, the two fawns follow you just as eagerly, and he can hear your giggle echoing through the field of flowers. The sun is now fully up and a warm air rushes through your hair. Never have you been more angelic in his eyes than now.

He follows you and Violet and Spring to a valley full of color. But how is it possible that he didn't notice it before? There are thick rows of fruit trees placed under the small knoll where you are, hidden by a small wall of forest trees. There are various kinds, some he recognizes and some he does not. He imagines that they are lush with magic and wonders where everyone is, since at this stage of the day he thought they had to work, to maintain such a beautiful village filled with life. As if you had heard his thoughts, or maybe it was the trees that told you, you turn to him.

"We're lucky, most of the fairies are still finishing the Sacred Harvest, so it will just be us." You look at the ground, your cheeks slightly pink from your insinuation. Tamlin watches you carefully. The warm air moves your hair, your eyes sparkle with the colors of the blossoming trees and joy, fawns rub affectionately against your legs. You are so beautiful, he wonders if you even realize it. Even Dina, one of the two Village Chiefs, admitted that you are the sweetest. A little thought makes its way into his mind, selfish and small-minded. He wishes you were all his, he wishes you were his mate so he could have you all to himself.

You don't say anything for a few minutes, not even when Spring hops down the hill and Violet follows him eagerly. The wind ruffles your hair as you stand there losing yourselves in each other's eyes. Tamlin approaches you and you appear to be breathless. He continues to admire you as if you were the most beautiful female he has ever seen, and he means it.

"You said earlier that I was your friend." You nod, swallowing conspicuously, nervous about his closeness.

"And is that what we are, friends?" You look at him with your big, almost pleading eyes before looking away embarrassed. You like Tamlin so much! You've never felt this way before, and although being in close proximity feels good, you're afraid. I mean, what could a Fae male, so breathtaking that he could have anyone he wants, possibly find in you? Insecurities eat you alive, and you feel your eyes becoming glossy. You don't want to reveal how you feel because you're afraid of being laughed at by him.

He seems to understand the direction of your thoughts, and he grabs your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look up at him. He offers you a pure smile. Not charming, or reassuring, no. Simply genuine, just right. You feel your heart miss a beat. Tamlin moves even closer, his lips brushing yours.

"Have you ever been kissed, Y/n?" His voice gives you a million butterflies in your stomach, your insecurities forgotten the moment he got so close, your brain unable to function. You shake your head, not trusting your voice, and he offers a lazy smile that makes your knees give way before he rests his lips on yours.

It's the best feeling in the world, you think. His lips are soft and welcoming and everything feels right to you. You never allowed yourself to dream of a first kiss, since fairies consider every intimate moment forbidden, but this is all you would dream of if you did. His hands cup your face, holding you close to him. Yours end in a natural gesture around his neck, wanting to feel as close to Tamlin as possible, too. It's a sweet, chaste kiss.

You both pull away breathlessly, you stagger slightly on your weak knees, and he is ready to grab you, holding you firmly by the waist. You both smile at each other, and unable to sustain his stare, you rest your forehead on his solid chest, finding comfort in his warmth. You tighten your arms around his body, engulfing him in an embrace.

You are silent for a while, then a small laugh breaks your small tranquility when Violet tries to jump on Tamlin, wanting to cuddle. You reluctantly pull away, searching Spring with your eyes. You find him coming up the small hill with heavy breath and tongue out. You point your finger at him and call out to the male at your side, busy playing with Violet. You laugh together as you pick him up to let him get some rest.

"So, Y/n... now that I have had the honor of visiting all your lovely village, I would like you to visit my court as well." You look at him with emotion-laden eyes. You have never been out of fairy territory, and as much as you enjoy it, sometimes you would like to explore, meet new species, and interact with other people.

"I would be delighted!" You respond by practically jumping on him, the only thing stopping you is Spring in your arms, but you stay as close as you can.

Tamlin runs a thumb over your cheek, the gesture charged with affection.

"Then we have a date."

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