#fae reader

[weretentaclegirl]

You thought it would be fine to fuck a fae as long as you don’t eat any fae food. You’re enthusiastically sucking a beautiful fae’s dick, not knowing he’s actually a prince, and he holds your head so you don’t move as he starts pounding on your mouth while tears strike down your face. He cums and you swallow it whole, tasting his sweet flavor and begging for more like a dirty whore. He smirks and pats your head, turning you on even more.

“Don’t worry, little human, you belong to me now. You’re my pretty little fucktoy, you will come to my palace and you will have so much more.”

You didn’t know cum counted as fae food. You don’t care anymore.

[crush-itis]

HALLOOOO GURRRLL !! HOWW ARE YOUU ?? I'M HEREEE TO REQUEST !! AND IT'S BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR A WHILE ! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

SOOO i saw a lot of lilia x human!reader but not lilia x fae!reader(i saw a few of them) SO! Lilia and reader have been married ever since lilia was a general! they have been taking care of the boys together ever since the boys were little (Silver, malleus and sebak) Silver see reader as his mother and malleus kinda see reader the same way like silver (?), and sebak respect her just like lilia! Soo the story is the reader secretly visit the boys and snuck in the diasomnia like it's been years they haven't seen each other but still keep in contact by latters~! And when the boys find out about this, lilia was excited to see her only for reader to have all her attention to the boys(her children-) and babying them instead of him! and only got scolded by the reader(she's a bossy wife) for giving her children his homemade foods all this years(silver complain about it to reader) and his kinda sulking about it and being dramatic a little

Sorry for my bad English since it's not my first language and I also hopee my request isn't too much !! (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

ㆍ 𓎟𓎟 ⑅ ⠀FAMILY REUNION !

tags ⠀short, fluffy + few suggestive themes, fae!reader

w.c ⠀1031

a/n ⠀thank youu for the ask!! im so sorry if i didnt make the characters act accurately (idk how to write a happy family) but also im doing okayyy, thank you ^ - ^ 🤍

songs coming home, flaming hot cheetos, puppy love, melting

Browning love letters, stamped with outdated, faerie imperial insignias, they crumple, and collect dust from the top shelf they’re stacked in.

You traced a finger against a special love letter from Lilia, brushing your fingertips against the cursive letters, and the wacky doodled picture of you.

You had been resting in the drawing room on the left wing of your hearty mansion.

Your servant had prepared an ornate, gold tray filled with the love letters exchanged with your beloved.

You usually reread your favourites in your free time.

It was something to remember Lilia for.

Although the two of you were still married, and still very much in love, the distance between you two made it harder for you to cope in your stuffy, lonely, and cold manor.

You couldn’t even call it your home anymore ever since Lilia had left.

“Lilia” was what you truly considered your home.

Perhaps it was time to finally visit him for all these years.

With your engagement ring strapped snugly around your finger, you swooped into your carriage, dolled up, gown and all.

The carriage rattled off to your destination: Night Raven College.

It was one… odd school.

When you stepped inside, your heels clacking against the hardened gravel, you felt the eyes of young students pour on you.

It was an academy full of eccentric pupils…

They must be wondering who you were.

Silver had fallen asleep (again) on school grounds.

Specifically, the green fields just next to Diasomina.

His head rested on the hard, jagged planes of tree bark, and the fluffy, tallish grass he laid on served as a comforting blanket, and mattress.

A bit of sunlight feathered on his sleeping face, slumbering away under the shade with no care for his stacking homework.

He’ll get it done in a jiffy anyway.

With Silver still asleep, you spotted your once baby boy lying comfortably on a bed of grass.

Silver felt a tickle on his side.

His brows knitted close together, and in the middle of his dreams drew away.

He stirred awake, and found himself gasping at the appearance of his mother.

“Boo!” you chuckled, and booped his nose.

“Mother?” Silver let out a shaky breath.

“Shh! We have to surprise your father.” you hushed his mouth before gently grabbing his arm, standing him up.

You removed the leaves caught on his silver-chrome hair, grinning at the timid youngster.

You also couldn’t help but squish, and squeeze his cheeks, cooing at his now grown face.

“You look just like a flower!” You were still babying Silver in his big age.

Silver blushed, abashed by your antics.

He was definitely not expecting your sudden visit.



It felt like Mother’s Day.

Silver led you to the dormitory—the glum, dark shades a stark contrast between your bright, sunny smile.

It took a lot of convincing for you to finally get Silver to help you sneak into Diasomnia.

It was your first time here, and you were getting so much attention again.

You didn’t mind the sea of eyes on you, but you most definitely minded the retchy smell stuffing the halls.

You did not see a female in sight.

There were only male students walking about in sweaty uniforms.

They all caught an unpleasant aroma.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, reaching a gloved hand to cover your nose.

It was a great thing Lilia had taught Silver proper hygiene.

Still walking away, you began to hear the footsteps of a peculiar young man.

Silver also heard a loud, screechy voice along with it.

A snarky silhouette followed, and there goes the familiar, bright green hair.

“Sil-“ the loud, beaming voice suddenly lowered as his eyes turned to the lady next to Silver.

His eyes widened, and his mouth gaped wide open. “Lady Vanrouge!” He squeaked.

“Sebek,” you smiled softly at the boy. He was still the same after all those years.

He always stuck close with Silver, and your husband, Lilia. You remember him being one of Lilia’s pupils.

“How old are you now?” you chuckled, ruffling Sebek’s hair.

“I am sixteen now, and I have grown into a respectable gentleman!” He still had that loud, prideful voice.

You smiled at that, nodding. “That’s amazing!” you applauded him.

“But may I ask, what are you doing here, miss?” Sebek blinked, and Silver hummed in curiosity as well.

“Well, I missed you guys, silly! And of course his father too.” you reached to playfully pinch Silver’s nose, making him squeal.

“Ah, yes. I still remember your wedding.” Sebek nodded vigorously. He respected you just as much as he respected Lilia.

Sebek’s heart hammered away in his chest from happiness.

With the trio now off to surprise Lilia, they found Malleus along the way.

His nose was stuck between the pages of a non fiction.

“Your Highness,” you poked Malleus’ side. He shivered, his attention quickly steering away from his book.

He was still ticklish as ever.

“Y/N?” He blinked.

He was more confused than shocked.

It was adorable.

You pinched his nose.

With the whole group now, they finally arrived at Lilia's door.

Malleus knocked, waiting for a pair of scarlet red eyes to peek behind the door.

The door creaked open,

“Boo!” You twinkled your hands for a crazier effect.

Lilia was just as surprised as the boys were.

Even more when you decided to spend more time with the kids rather than him.

Lilia pawed at your waist, trying to grab your attention like a flimsy, irritating bat going through its breeding season.

The whole family hung around in Lilia’s dorm, skipping class as they watched a comedy.

It was the only time the students relented in attending classes.

The sun began to lower, and the stars began to shimmer, the kids had gone back to their dorms, leaving just the couple alone.

It felt like the two of you were back in your teen years.

Lilia nipped at your ear, whispering sweet nothings.

He bit his lip, yearning for you.

You felt the warmth radiating from his body, and you couldn’t help but giggle sheepishly.

With his hand now snaking for your hip, pulling you closer, Lilia reached to suckle on your throat.

[carnivorousyandeere]

omg the witches/fey idea..... love love love it!!!!! could you elaborate? i just love those sorts of thematics sm 👀👀

Thank you 🥺😭

There’s a few different ways it could go—

Resentful Fae Darling who’s been roped into their yan’s love and became tied to them unwillingly, waiting for the day a loophole in the contract presents itself to escape their yan.

Extra insult to injury with Mika in the sense that a proud fae was subdued by such an unassuming human— how could such a weakling have prevailed? The injustice…

Extra helplessness with Cass— their Darling isn’t the only one Cass has made contracts with. Cass has access to some enormous power from dealings with old gods and demons, that makes even the fae wary of them.

Or, and a most likely scenario with the weaker and less cunning Mika, a fae Darling who delights in a contract weighted in their favor and Mika’s submissive attitude… but Mika becomes increasingly desperate to win the fae’s affection in turn, an unlikely and dangerous goal.

[pininghermit]

A God's Worship

Request: I hope you are doing well 💗 I love the new Adrian x dutchess reader story. I got the prompt, 'Psyco'. I was wondering if you could write a Adrian Tepes x female reader story where the reader is a bit unhinged. But he is madly in love with her. Like a dark, twisted tale. 😁

AN: Hello anon, thank you for reading my work! Here is your request. I hope you enjoy this. Unhinged but madly in love readers are my fav. I tried something new by writing this one poetically.

Genre: drama & angst ig

Pairing(s): Alucard x gn Reader

Summary: His breath hitches. His heartbeat slows. His eyes flutter shut beneath your touch. And the world falls apart.

Some sacrifice love for good. Some burn the world for love. Some light it up. And some… create a new one.

This story is for those who become God to worship their love.

"It is not real!"

Adrian clutches Lisa’s hand, his golden eyes wide, trembling with frantic terror.

"You're dead!"

His body, shrouded in blankets, wracks with shivers as he points a shaking finger at his father.

"And you… I killed you. Why are you here?"

He flinches from their touch, ignoring the gentle hands trying to soothe him, to press a cup of medicine to his lips.

"My dear," Lisa whispers, cupping his damp cheeks. "It is a dream. We are here with you."

She pulls him into her arms, a mother’s warmth, he remember it well. Her warmth, the scent of herbs and ink...his mother.

"A nightmare of the past. Your father and I live. We are alive."

But her words are hollow, empty as the castle halls.

Adrian presses his hands over his ears.

"This is a lie… a spell, a dream, an illusion." His voice wavers, a fragile thing on the brink of breaking. Sweat drips from his temple, strands of pale hair clinging to his nape.

Then—

"Shhh."

A voice silences the storm in his mind.

A whisper, just by his ear. Lips brushing his skin.

"You are safe."

His breath hitches. His heartbeat slows. His eyes flutter shut beneath your touch.

And the world falls apart.

Adrian links his arm through yours.

It takes effort, his gaze refuses to leave you tonight.

The winter ball of the Fae glows with silver light, a kingdom sculpted from frost and moonbeams. Next to him, you are a wonder, robes spun from the midnight sky, glimmering with woken stars. Your hair cascades down your back, untamed, luminous with crystals of ice braided in.

The court is frozen in time, statues carved by the careful hands of devoted brownies.

His mother and father are lost in a sea of dancers, their laughter carried by the wind, lost among masked dancers.

Adrian rubs his thumb over your palm.

"You look beautiful, my love."

He leans closer, his breath warm against your skin.

"Dance with me?"

At your nod, he whisks you onto the floor.

His arms around you. Yours around him. Closer than ever.

He dances with the same effortless grace as his father.

Dracula, after all, had taught him the waltz of the Unseelie Court.

Sun-spun hair rests beneath your fingers. He smiles, laughter spilling from his lips, his eyes never leaving yours.

His steps creak—

Not against polished marble, but against worn wooden floors.

Dust shifts beneath his shoes, months of neglect disturbed with each movement.

Yet his smile remains.

His eyes remain lost in the illusion of your faraway court.

Perhaps it would be easier to let him stay here.

If it brings him joy, you would leave Dracula’s crumbling castle in a heartbeat.

"Do you like it here?" You nod to the marvelous sights of your court that your beloved revels in.

Your fingers weave into his hair, cradling the warmth of his head against your palm.

"Why not stay longer?"

The question is light, effortless. Crafted with delicate precision to mask the quiet desperation curling inside you.

What you would not do to have him here, in your world.

To drape him in silks, to spoil him with the everlasting luxuries of your court.

Adrian frowns.

Hesitation lays itself bare upon his face, a fragile thing for you to pluck away at first sight.

Spells make it easier to read him.

"No… please, no." His fingers tighten around your sleeve, his grip trembling. "I cannot leave home."

His steps falter. His eyes clear, gold sharpening through the mist of illusion. "Must stay with mother...and father," he whimpers.

The edges of your glamour wither, fragile as the first frost beneath morning light.

"Alright, beloved."

You pull him into your embrace, his breath shaky against your shoulder.

"No more. We won’t leave. We shall stay where you wish"

With a mere thought, the phantom forms of his parents step closer.

"We shall stay with your parents."

A reassurance. A spell. A carefully woven promise.

You usher him back into the comfort of his dream. The world you have made for him.

Your beloved is happy there. Fulfilled.

Who are you to deny him?

Here, the castle stands untouched, as it had in the past.

Here, the bodies of traitorous friends do not rot in the woods.

Here, the church has never burned.

Here, the humans still live.

Here, you have given him the world he desires.

And in return, Adrian chooses life.

Next to you. Here.

You twirl him in your arms, guiding him through another waltz beneath the dream-lit sky.

He dances with you, laughter slipping through his lips, until exhaustion drapes over his shoulders like a heavy cloak.

His body leans into yours. He tires more easily now. Agitation wears at him faster, the strain of his soul bound to your spell pressing upon his fragile form.

It had been his fading soul that led you to this.

By the time you found him, it was already too late.

Broken by grief, your beloved had been lost to the cold corridors of his misery, wasting away within the crumbling bones of his father’s castle.

But you refused to let go of him.

Your love, your passion, your despair, your grief, it was all his.

But mercy?

No.

You refused to grant him that.

You refused to let his soul wander where you could not follow.

So, you made him a world.

Seared his soul to yours.

Even death would not take him. Not at the cost of him.

You yawn, feigning drowsiness.

"Shall we retire?"

Adrian blinks up at you, bleary-eyed, nodding without question.

You lead him to his room, guiding him to the bed with a gentleness neither of you deserve.

He does not question the sudden shift in scenery.

Does not question the way his vision wavers, as if some part of him knows.

He simply settles into your arms, his face buried against your neck, breathing softly.

And you hold him closer, knowing he will never wake from this dream.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

Mrs Barnes-Rogers Writes Masterlist

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance

Marvel AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader; Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega reader; Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch reader; eventual Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega witch reader x ?

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

The Fate Of A Fae

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Theme: Soulmates / Monster/Fantasy AU

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

Sometimes Your Soul Family Is The Only Family You Need

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Theme: Soulmates

Summary: 18 months ago you were a mess but with the help of your close friends you start to rebuild your life. Your soul friendships maybe chaotic but they're your family, just as you're theirs. With one of them about to have a baby, you and your misfit friends are here to visit. But will you stay? And what will the small town think of you having two soulmates and why do you keep finding yourself in the same place as a bunch of hot bikers.

"Sometimes families are assholes, sometimes your soul connections mean far more than family ever can. Sometimes your soul family is the only family you need." - Nurse Maggie

Pretty As A Picture

Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Theme: Soulmates

Summary: When Bucky fell from the train, their soulmate was told he was gone. When Steve Rogers disappeared into the ice, their soulmate was again told one her soulmates were gone. But she didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Committed to a mental health institute, she dies of a broken heart. That's at least what the hidden S.H.I.E.LD files say, but if that's the case than why is there a photo of her. A photo that shows her side by side two redhaired Avengers.

The Pull Of You

Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Theme: Soulmates

Summary: You meet Steve and Bucky on a Tuesday. Steve ignores the soulmate pull, Bucky can't. There's something about you that neither can shake, even when you're wearing one of Clint's tshirts and your unicorn slippers. After weeks of slipping into your bed Bucky decides he can't hold back anymore. He's telling you after the mission, whether Steve is all in or not. When you don't come back from the mission, they are both ready to burn the world down and the team have the matches to help. But is everything as it seems and have they been betrayed by someone on the inside.

Angel

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Enhanced Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: It's different when you're enhanced. Everything is different, every smell, every sound, touch, feelings. The way it's different doesn't make sense unless you are enhanced. Throw in what comes with Alpha and Omega instincts, and the intensity of your presentation is even more than any other. When you find yourself in need of help you can call on the alpha you trust the most, Natasha Romanoff. You just don't expect to find your alphas at the same time. Are you really enough for them? And can you really be the Luna to the Avengers.

"To be loved, to be loved by your mate is everything." - Wanda Maximoff

Our Lost Girl, Our Babydoll Masterlist

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: A bookshop and a spilled coffee leads you to Clint. He leads you to Natasha, and you lead them both to your best friend Darcy. They try to introduce you to Bucky and Steve but you're full of excuses and Irish goodbyes. Until Bucky catches your scent on Natasha and he's sliding in your DM's and offering to help pack up Darcy's apartment. Steve wants to give their bookworm the world and your Irish goodbyes won't slip passed him, because his eyes never leave you. But what's giving you the lost look in your eyes?

The Feral Princess Masterlist

Marvel AU

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Theme: Soulmate AU / Medieval / Fantasy / Soulmate Marks

Summary: Bucky and Steve have known they were soulmates since they were children. Fate bringing a then sickly Steve and the future King together. War takes them apart and throws them back together over and over, in and out of each other lives, arms and beds. But something is missing and throughout, they know they are missing their third and final piece. The kingdom is now Bucky's and Steve's, the latter now a leader and no longer a sickly child. Both are war heroes, with the respect of their country and those that surround it. They are a force to be reconned with, admired and respected within the other royal houses. They could have any maiden or princess they wanted, but they don't want just anyone. They want their soulmate. They want their princess. Even if she is known as The Feral Princess.

Mini Series & One Shots

Multiverse Trilogy

The Dream - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Multiverse crossover where Strange and Stark are up to know good.

The Return - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Follow on to The Dream.

The Future - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Follow on to The Dream and The Return, and the end to the multiverse trilogy.

The Things I Want Mini Series

The Things I Want To Do To Her - Starts as Bucky Barnes x Reader and will include Steve later - A/B/O

The Things I Can Do To Her - Follow on to The Things I Want To Do To Her

Randoms

Is this love??? - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

A/B/O with Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader x Bucky Barnes. Stemmed from a story I read on Facebook, that made me overly emotional during my period.

Fancy a cuppa? My Ko-Fi.

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Hello! 🙃 May I request platonic yandere Twilight Link with fae reader?

Absolutely! I went on a rampage on this one, thanks for the request!

Notes: I took this in a more LoZ version since I felt it was fitting, hope you don't mind.

But with headcanons ofc ofc.

Link needs therapy but he doesn't know what that is.

I FINALLY GOT THIS DONE ISTG

TWs: Creepy Link, platonical yanderism, kidnapping (twice).

Platonic! Yandere! TP! Link x Reader

Demoted from fae to emotional support plant, a oneshot.

Link was a very friendly guy.

As rough of a job as he had — before, during and after his fate hit him like a meteor — he still kept himself very gentle.

Lifting his tone and being aggressive wasn't his thing, even though he was technically still a wolf at heart. He had a heavily sheepish behavior in his day to day life.

He had no enemies, only friends, all scattered throughout Hyrule.

Still, more often than not, he was alone at his home.

He still lived near Ordon, but his house, as always, was just outside of the small village.

It was more practical for several reasons, however, as the kids from the village grew up, he didn't get as many visits.

Ilia, the only one who used to be his age — and therefore his best, and only friend — also had other things to worry about, especially since the whole event of her memories being gone. Their relationship just hadn't been the same since, besides, he wasn't exactly the best with heartfelt things either.

And he was shy. There was also that.

Yeah, he was already an introvert who didn't speak much. After the prolonged time not interacting with humans, that trait of his only became worse.

Yes, asking Rusl for help was a possibility, but inherently the worst of them, considering he'd probably end up making said information purposely get shared around Ordon to try and help.

It wasn’t the best help, in Link's opinion.

He felt absolutely lost. More unsure what to do now than ever.

How in Hylia's name is human interaction so much more difficult than defeating Ganon and becoming a monster in the process?

Sometimes, it felt like his social skills had been whiffed out of existence along with Midna, the only other friend he had after Ilia. And probably the one person he never expected to meet, or ever get as attached as he got.

And then one day, when bringing Epona to the spring to drink, he found another impish thing to fill his life with again.

Colin was visiting the other day — the kid came over sometimes, sweet as he had once seen himself be — and had gotten used to filling the silence with his own voice sometimes, when Link couldn't get himself to do it. He rarely ever did it, but that day he was rambling about something along the lines of a tree sprout he had planted by Ordon spring.

“It's like a baby tree, it's like… As tall as me.” He grinned, overly happy at his own tale. The Goddesses bless his heart.

“It fell from someone's backpack when I was walking by the woods, he must have been distracted because he didn't seem to notice me calling. The vase broke, so I had to replant it… It was pretty though, too bad it broke.”

That was… About all Link could remember him saying.

Maybe he should have paid closer attention.

The tree still looked small, and also out of place around all the sand, so did the little creature besides it.

They definitely weren't hylian, the feeling of their eyes on him felt brought the same feeling of a fairy's healing. Link supposed that wasn't the norm with most creatures he's ever met.

“So… You're stuck here?” It felt more like an affirmation, seeing the frustrated look on your face.

You confirmed it with a simple nod. A yes wasn't even necessary when your face said enough. You could have guessed the feelings you must have irradiated that moment.

You were connected to the tree recently planted by the spring, no way of getting much far from it without fading away entirely.

The decision of explaining that to Link — the friendly hylian you had just met and decided to trust — may have been called naive by the elder trees around the forest you used to live at, but they weren't here now, were they?

It brought you to tears, slightly acidic sap drops falling on his tunic, which he didn't seem to mind that much.

You didn't want to talk about anything else after that, which forced Link to use his own mind to decipher the rest of the story, and what could have brought you here.

The broken vase was the next thing to come to his attention.

Link didn't have any problem finding it, maybe that came from his need for closure, or maybe his undesired obsession to always help and save even if people didn't ask for it.

Broken green porcelain all over the grass, dirt half covering it even if it wasn't there for that long, almost as if earth itself was reclaiming the piece, which was understandable when he started assembling it all together.

There were little golden accents all over it, which glowed like a trick of the light, regardless of the actual ambient around it. The thing irradiated magic, maybe even more than you did.

Just enough magic to contain you. Link guessed, he hoped it was just his experience with magic talking to him, and not his actual feelings about this piece.

You had mixed feelings when you saw the nice hylian man come back with the same vase you were once trapped in, all the once shattered pieces now glued together once more.

“I'll bring you back to your…” He paused, the gentle smile fading just slightly with confusion, apparently you hadn't really explained where exactly you had been taken from.

“You can call it family, we aren't related, but we're all the same, in a way.” For a second, you wondered how the youngest taken along with you were, and if they had been half as lucky as you.

“Well. You won't be alone anymore.” He promised, his smile coming back to light.

For one, you were happy when he told you the plan, even though a little part of you felt uneasy about going there again, your fragilized roots having to be dug up all over again and cramped into that container.

But you couldn’t complain, just hover over him, worried his rough hands would rip apart something accidentally on the way.

Surprisingly, that didn't happen. He was as gentle as his words, even if he didn't look the part.

“Are you ready for the trip now?” You asked Link first thing in the morning after the third day in his house.

It wasn't that he was a bad host, no, he was all hospitality ever since he brought you to his house.

But it had been three days since he brought you there and put your tree by the window, saying he was just gonna need to prepare for the trip back to your home.

But you never really saw him doing much other than normal house chores. And you watched him a lot.

You got to explore the little house while your tree got all the sun and water it needed, and he offered you sweets too as you roamed around, but you couldn't get far enough from your tree to see outside of the house, so you spent most of your day with him, and he spent most of his day with you.

Link seemed lonely, you could feel it as well as see it. The feeling clung to the walls and extended over the living room like shadows.

And you wished you could help, but it wasn't the type of thing you could cure. At least not so far from your land.

Sometimes you mentioned that to him, pointed out the problem and your ability to cure it. Link smiled, but seemed to brush it off. Not in a sad way, but more in a way that made you feel like he thought you were too young to know better.

You couldn't count the days very well, but you were fairly sure a bit of time had gone by, Link's hair had grown!

“Your hair doesn't change much.” He commented, looking at you once as he used a dagger to chop some of the strands off, letting the dark blond fall to the ground.

“I age slowly, like the tree does.” I pointed to my tree, it's healthy leaves swaying slowly in the breeze coming from the open window.

“Oh.”

It was a bit obvious, you guessed. Link still didn't go silent, though. He seemed a lot more chatty these days anyways.

“How old are you now, then?”

That one you didn't know how to respond to.

“We don't count days as hylians do…”

That didn't seem to be enough to sate his curiosity about you, though. If anything, his eyes looked even more searching now, even in his silence.

“That's good, actually…” He set the dagger down after finishing, the metal clanking quietly on the wooden table as he went to fetch water for your tree.

You thought you were getting better at reading and understanding his emotions and half finished comments, but that one left you feeling like something was incorrect.

“Now it makes sense why you don't seem to realize how long you have really been here for.” His smile wasn't any less soft, but it was heavy in a way, that one type people usually did when they already expected backlash.

“I thought you said…” Three days, wasn't it?

“You don't worry about that.” He patted your head as he walked past, the water sloshing in the wooden bowl he carried over to the vase by the window, his hands gentle with the motions.

“I've thought about it…” He kept talking, and you clung onto his every word, curious as much as you were patient, almost desperate for his response. You hoped you were wrong about the negative assumptions you were imagining lately. “You said I was lonely, didn't you?”

Naive, was what you were.

“Yes, I can cure it–” You promised it back then, and you tried to remind him of it, but he interrupted you.

“Yes, and you did, and I'm eternally grateful to you for it.”

Maybe he didn't understand what you really meant by literal healing. He didn't let you try to explain it, though, holding up a hand.

“You're healing me by being here, don't you get it? You can't leave.”

“And I promised you something too. You won't be alone again.” He paused. “And neither will I.”

“...Now, if you don't mind, your tree roots are getting too cramped in that vase, be a dear and help me plant it in the garden.”

The soil was rich outside, and there weren't any fences. Not that they were needed. You knew you couldn't go far anyway.

You had made an oath to make sure you'd come back home in exchange for his healing... And in turn, he'd gone and found the loophole in it.

[narcissisticmf]

practice or fun? | azriel x fem!reader

description: y/n and azriel decide to train to practice forms in battle. things get a little frisky.

trigger warnings: seductive behavior, a lot of fluff, mostly platonic, fae!reader, graphic violence, fighting, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: 1.1k

You stood before Azriel with a sword in hand, firmly grasping the handle. Your knuckles turned white as you swung your blade towards him. He blocked it effortlessly with his own, slashing it to the side so the tip of your blade kissed the snowy ground. You breathed out through your nostrils as he did so.

Lifting your gaze to him, your eyes flickered a bright shade of blue as you motioned your hand to toss a frosted ball of energy against his chest, knocking him down upon his back.

He grumbled and laid there for a moment. "I thought we said no magic," Azriel said lowly. You laughed and walked towards him, your eyes fading back to their original color as you held out a hand to help him up. He took it and stood up with your assistance.

Dusting off the snow against his Illyrian leathers, he stared at you with his bright hazel eyes. "You always manage to surprise me," He whispered. "And that will help you in war.. on the battlefield."

"I know," You smirked.

The two of you stared at each other for a while, a comfortable stillness fell upon the air. The soft snowfall was heard against the grass and the distant sound of an icy babbling stream filled the silence.

"Again," Azriel smirked slowly.

You smiled and raised your blade with a knowing expression as he would be the one to make the first strike. You alternated that during practices.

He slowly brought his blade up towards you. Your eyes were undeniably beautiful; intoxicating to Azriel. You stared at him warmly, as a way to distract him from making a strike. You slowly lowered your blade, letting the tip of it kiss the frozen ground.

Stepping closer to him, you breathed slowly as it became a misty cloud in front of you. It was warm and smelled of mint. Azriel could almost taste it. Your noses almost brushed against each other's, dangerously close but not quite. As his eyes fluttered closed for the slightest moment, you took the opportunity to swiftly grasp his sword and step back with both of them in hand. You held his directly at his throat as yours was still touching the ground.

"You should never let your opponent distract you, Az," You clicked your tongue in a way to tsk as he smiled bashfully, his dimples showing.

"Very funny," Azriel stated lowly with a smile before it faded, "Give me my sword." He curled his fingers as a way to gesture for you to hand it over.

You pressed your lips together fighting a smile as you made no such movements to obey.

"Y/N, come on, give it here please," Azriel insisted growing impatient.

"I like the sound of you begging," You smirked, eyes bright blue once again. Azriel noticed and swallowed, seemingly nervous. "Do it again," You said calmly.

"Please," Azriel held out his hand, eyes pleading and pupils dilated. He was enjoying this. You smiled softly and tossed his sword to him with the blade pointed down. He swiftly caught it by the handle and held it up, immediately going for a strike towards you.

You blocked it effortlessly and grunted, using all your might to push his blade down to the left. He stumbled back as you stepped forward, preparing to strike. Your hair fell before your eyes as you swiftly took your sword and started to slash in front of Azriel, just above his groin. It was one of the most sensitive areas to hit in battle, especially on a man.

Azriel backed up quickly, dodging your hit as he used his blade and it clanked with yours. The two of you held that position for a moment, catching breaths. His hazel eyes were bright as he looked into yours.

Your lips curved into a smirk as you took your knee and hurriedly jabbed it into Az's groin. He immediately dropped his sword and held his private on the outside of his Illyrian leathers, groaning as he fell to his knees.

"Oh, I'm sorry," You tossed your sword in the snow and covered your mouth, trying not to laugh. "I meant to aim for your stomach," You spoke apologetically between soft laughs. You knelt down before him and laid a hand against his shoulder.

"I'm fine," Azriel spoke through clenched teeth and a grunt. "That was a good strategy though," He chuckled in pain.

"Just lay stomach down in the snow, the ice might fell better on it," You tried saying it seriously. Azriel looked up to give you a very annoyed expression. You broke out into fits of laughter.

He rolled his eyes and shoved you on your back playfully. You kept laughing as he took a handful of snow, tossing it against your face and stomach.

"Stop! I said I was sorry!" You laughed as you made a horrible attempt to back away. Azriel ignored your helpless pleas as he gripped your sides and squeezed them, tickling you against the ground.

"Az!" You yelped in between laughs. "I'll do it again if you don't stop!" You grabbed a fistful of snow and threw it at his face. He laughed loudly, throwing his head back as his eyelashes and hair were covered in snow.

You giggled breathlessly and sat up as he pulled back from you.

It was rare when Azriel laughed or even genuinely smiled. The two of you somehow always seemed to share a laugh and a playful moment. He was always so solemn and serious; you were able to take him away from that for a few moments at a time.

The two of you were breathless as you slowly scrambled to get up and retrieve your sword. Azriel tried to do the same but wasn't as quick as you. The tip of your sword found his chin as he was still kneeling against the ground. You stood before him with a dangerous smile.

"I believe I won this match," You stated with a grin.

"Is that right?" Azriel smirked as he was slowly reaching for the handle of his sword. His eyes remained on you, pupils dilated and lips parted as he breathed slowly.

"Yes," You quickly lifted his head with your blade as you stared down at him with a dangerous glint in your dark eyes.

Azriel made haste and pulled back from your blade, swinging his sword against it, clanks vibrated against your eardrums. He pushed himself up and off the ground, continuing to spar with you. You had a smile on your face with each dodge and block you made. It was effortless.

It wasn't training or even practice to either of you; truly, it was just plain fun.

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a/n: i fucking love azriel. i hope you guys like this acotar content!! i read acotar back in january i think?? and i'm in love with azriel. i hope you guys liked this and if you want more acotar content PLEASE lmk because i loved writing this sm :) love yall! — angelina.

[twis-world]

Reader is not specifically mentioned but they’re there, they are there yall. HEAVILY insinuated that the couple of the hour got together during the war. Reader is a fae as well. Is that all? I’m sure it is…

War is a cruel, harsh, and despicable reality.

It has no favorites, it has no boundaries, it grants no mercy for any of its players nor those unfortunate enough to be dragged into its deadly grip.

It guarantees nothing. No small victory could determine the upper hand against the enemy in a cruel game that could take days, weeks, months, years to conclude. Every second counts no matter what.

General Lilia Vanrouge witnessed first hand the cruelty that such devastation could bring. Hundreds, thousands of lives taken in a blink of an eye, both ones he had once foolishly promised would live on beyond such darkness…and ones he promised to drag and seal into it. Both sides suffered grave consequences, unspeakable tragedies, crippling loss beyond mere imagination…

Was it selfish of him to want to find a light in such wickedness?

Looking back at such a time he would say yes, absolutely.

To form such emotional attachments that ran deeper than any other was beyond selfish of him, especially during such a time where promises made under the untouched brilliance of the moonlight could be broken at any given time. Vows of adoration, of trust, of vulnerability were not to be taken lightly, and there they were throwing them carelessly into the night before testing fates hand in such oaths come morning. The fragile string their very lives depended on, tested through hours of blood, sweat, and tears.

However, would he ever dare say he regretted such an ill guided decision. One made after enduring years of dire loneliness, a decision he made to protect not just himself but anyone else who would suffer the unfortunate fate of ever becoming associated with such a plague known as him?

No.

Never in the hundreds of years he lived.

Never in the centuries of utter bliss he had experienced since then and will continue to do so until his final breath.

As long as he continued to wake up to the sight of his beloved, his other half, his very soul, he would never regret such a decision.

As long as he was free to cherish, to adore, to utterly love, he would never regret such a decision.

As long as he would end each blessed day with the sweet taste of saccharin against his lips, the gentle caresses that screamed of his returned affection, the promises of another day to come where every second would be spent alongside the other’s existence, he would never regret such a decision.

[theyanderespecialist]

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!

[crow-crystal]

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FAE AU

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The xmen and brotherhood are fae, changelings, witches, and more! Many of them are half human, but some, not so much. Charles wanted to make a safe space for them, and his husband (ignore their seemingly never-ending divorce) agreed!

I imagine the ferals are full fae but a very specific type. Either way, the kids usually have to heal from the.. less than positive reactions humans can have to someone slowly showing fae traits... sometimes, sometimes the transformation isn't so slow. It can hurt, add that with people wanting to hunt you? Not good.

In comes Reader, a fae kid that's been in hiding their whole life. They know fae culture, and make sure not to let anyone find out they aren't human. Their parent long since abandoned them when they were born, and they were raised by a chaotic but loving (human? Even reader can't tell) person.

Their aunt (they were raised by them, yes, but Reader and their aunt seemed to know instinctively they weren't parent and child. Another non-human thing that Reader wouldn't bother questioning) made sure they knew fae rules, but human ones as well. They had a happy childhood, but they knew it wasn't perfect. They and their aunt had to move every now and then. They knew the forest like the back of their hand. They knew the forest shifted when a town got too dangerous or when they stayed in one spot too long. Reader was aware of the dangers humanity held, and their aunt made sure they could protect themselves.

One day, Reader is sat down by their aunt, who tells them that despite everything, they're still a kid. They need a steady education, a social life that isn't the changelings, faerie folk, and people of the forest. Reader may be a full fae, but they still were a child. So, Reader is sent to school by their aunt. Ignoring the mischievous grin the adult had. They're excited, really, friends aren't easy to make, but Reader is known for being loyal to the few they do find.

All of this leads to, you guessed it, meeting the xmen and brotherhood kids.

The kids, in all honesty, don't notice anything out of the ordinary. There's a new kid at the (mostly) human school they all went to. Other than that, nothing interesting. The kid had moved here from Canada and was living with their aunt, apparently. (Lying was always uncomfortable for Reader. Shifting words was much easier. They could do it without a thought now. The forest HAD been in Canada before it moved close to the town.)

Reader was good at hiding. Is good at hiding. They grew up with it. If they didn't wish to be found, they wouldn't be. Everything was going fine and dandy. They lived with their aunt at the house their aunt bought and visited the forest every other weekend. (Magic was a nifty thing. They were skilled at it. Making portals to and from the forest was easy. Though their aunt preferred to do it for them.)

It wasn't until the kids Reader had somewhat been getting to know got in trouble that Reader was exposed. Well, not exactly. Concidering, no one knew it was them. Having been taking a night walk through the town when they heard a call for help. Well.. more like a pulse of magic. They didn't hesitate, finding the source was easy, and what they saw made them see red. A small group of humans trying to manhandle the mostly knocked out group of kids (a blend of the xmen kids and brotherhood) into a van.

Now, it wasn't their fault that humans are fragile. Just like it isn't their fault that the humans couldn't fight back when vines sprouted from the ground and dragged them into the shadows. Reader would have to tell their aunt the forest had some new playthings they supposed.

So, after taking a calming breath or two so their anger simmered down, Reader picked their (kind of? Hopefully?) Friends up. Vines not laced with thorns gently cradling the other kids as Reader focused. Slowly appearing at the back door of Xaviers mansion. They knew it was rude, intruding on someone else's territory, but it was needed. The other kids were still knocked out, so the reader simply gently set them down from the vines.

By the time one of the adults, probably logan, burst the door open, Reader was already halfway gone. The sight of a shadowed figure with eyes glowing faintly in the night disappearing the moment he made it outside. Too busy alerting the others of the passed out kids and getting them inside, no one noticed the lingering smell of magic and a forest Reader left behind. Though, perhaps that was a good thing.

After all, a Keeper of the Ever-changing Forest was a powerful thing.

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Will be continuing this when I get the time.

[hunniiibunniii333]

Jealousy (Preview)

A/N: I haven't really had the time to write due to having finals and I was busy moving out of the dorms, but I'm done now so I'll be posting more often! But here's a preview of a fic I'm currently working on! :)

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Jareth watched as Hoggle stumbled away, his hand clenched around the enchanted peach he had given the goblin. If he was smart, which Jareth highly doubted, he would heed his threat and give the sweet fruit to Sarah. If not.. Well, he will make good on his threat and make an example of the vile creature. 

"Hm.. I see there's yet another human in the labyrinth.." He whirled around at the voice, his mitch-matched eyes narrowing at the sight. There you were, the shadow that constantly mocked him and his authority. You sat among your crows, one leg crossed over the other, in a dead, twisted tree. You stared at him with a look of contempt, dark eyes narrowed. It seemed the jet black birds around you did the same, tilting their heads and looking at Jareth with equally judgmental eyes. "though.. She seems a bit young, don't you think?

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" Jareth asked with a sour face, crossing his arms over his chest. He was not in the mood for this, already in a foul mood. Sarah shouldn't have gotten so far so quickly, and his own subjects were conspiring against him it seemed. 

"You know what I mean.." You tilted your head, eyes leaving his as you scratched the underside of a crow's beak. The crows bristled contently, hopping on the knee, talons gripping the silk fabric of your dress, "I'm quite disappointed, actually. I know you always had a.. thing.. for mortals.. But to go for one that's barely even started her life? Tsk tsk.. Shameful, really." You scolded, narrowing your eyes at him with disgust.

Jareth bristled, much like the bird on your knee, a revulsion washed over him at such a thought. How dare you! Making such accusations! 

"You know nothing!" He scoffed, waving his hand, as if hoping to wave you away, "I will not even entertain such a notion!"

He turned on his heel, only to be stopped dead in his tracks when you were there. Your arms crossed over your chest, head still tilted, eyes still narrowed. There was glitter on your cheeks, sparkling in the sunlight in that way that made his heart thump in his chest.

Even with your disapproving, jealous expression, you were still as beautiful as the day he met you, his darling wife. 

[darkestspring]

I'm having severe brainrot about it but yall know about how in mythology, faes are notorious for stealing human babies and children and raising them as their own? That but with aegon ii. Hear me out. Fae! Reader who notices how brushed off he is, how no one genuinely cares about him, bot even his own mother really. So they take him away in the middle of the night, soothing his sobs with coos of "Oh, My poor prince. There, there." And he just stops crying, falling asleep in their arms.

[milliesfishes]

and when he sees you, it’s more of, are you following me now? and ofcourse not, you reek of silver and arrogance. that was not me you saw. not every bird is one of us and what does that mean?? smoke and wine, your high ness.

and highness, one word, you know. i will bring a rat to your door.

THIS IS GENUINELY BEAUTIFUL YOUR MIND IS SO AMAZING <3 <3 <3 I don't even know what to add to this I'm just fjiadsopfjiapofjdiapofjiaspfdiaosfjispa

[dracoria-nebulae]

Chapter 11 of The Price You Pay!

I'm still alive, still sloooowly writing. I hope you enjoy!

[urds-bitch]

How can I make a fanfic surrounding this song?Who would be for?

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

The Fate Of A Fae - Part 5

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Soulmate Match: Theme: Soulmates / Monster/Fantasy AU

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: We see a little of Bucky's perspective.

Chapter Warning: Mentions of past historic abuse and blood.

Bucky Barnes was born with dragon's blood running through his veins. His mother and father both from the purest dragon stock that still survived.

His American father had met his American - Russian mother whilst serving in the military, and they had known the moment they set eyes on each other that they were a match. Days of the Cold War surrounded them and Bucky's father, George, was concerned as to how his family would react bringing home a wife and mate that was part Russian but once his family and friends had met Winnie, and discovered that she was also from a strong dragon bloodline, hers even with a smidge of Russian royalty, there was nothing to worry about. George and Winnie had let this acceptance of themselves set the tone for how they accepted their children's presentations and that of their soulmates.

Nearly two weeks ago when Bucky had rushed into their home, his phone in his hand saying he'd found his soulmate, there had been a flurry of excitement. His nieces had squealed when they'd heard him mention you were a fairy.

"How are you gonna play this son?"

"Natalia will arrange something to introduce us, hopefully in the next couple of days."

"Don't come on too strong." His sister Becca had interrupted.

"Nobody asked you Becca." He grunted.

"I'm just saying....."

"NOBODY ASKED YOU!!!" He replied, raising his voice.

"This is exactly what I mean."

Bucky went towards her only to be stopped by Winnie's hand softly going to his chest.

"Sit down Yasha."

Bucky sat down with a huff and Becca pulled a face at him and stuck out her tongue.

"Rebecca Barnes-Smith may I remind you that you are not a child and you don't actually live here anymore, go home and make dinner for that very patient husband of yours." Winnie said, not even needing to turn to know her daughter was trying to provoke her eldest child.

"Now, as much as it pains me to say this, your sister does have a point." Winnie said, watching as Bucky rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Look son" George started "your mother and I know how much you want this. How much you want to get settled, be bonded, start a family, move upstate and all of that, but"

"But what?"

"But you're a dragon and we tend to be possessive of our things. Fairies are different to us. You come on too strong and she'll flit off, and I know how meddlesome sprites are. Don't let Natalia get too involved."

Bucky didn't listen and two days later he was walking into Natasha's Brownstone after you'd point blank refused to meet him or Steve.

Steve had taken your refusal a little too well for Bucky's liking, saying they should take this slow and let you come to them. Damn griffin, what did he know anyway? In Bucky's eyes, he'd given up way to easily as he'd left to go on an art finding trip for Tony and Pepper. But this also left Bucky almost unsupervised in his pursuit of you.

And it wasn't going well. You weren't talking to him or Nat. Steve on the other hand received a very short message that said you were fine and asking him to tell Bucky to back off.

Bucky hated being wrong and had continued in his chasing but it wasn't working and he'd tried plenty. Gifts, that you sent back. Messages, that you ignored.

But today something was off and Bucky was going to come to your apartment, not just watch you from the rooftop across the street, whether you liked it or not.

Steve had tried to talk him out of it, even going as far to ask Tony to talk to you instead. You'd briefly worked as an office temp for Stark Industries and Tony and Pepper had grown to know and like you whilst you covered for Pepper's assistant whilst she took an extended honeymoon. They'd also sensed you'd be a match for their friends but decided to not play with the fates and let things take their course. Unlike a certain Natasha Romanoff.

Bucky had contemplated waiting for Tony to speak to you but before he'd even had a proper chance to, he felt a need to get to you. That something was wrong.

As he ran up the stairs of you apartment, the smell of blood wafted up his nose and his dragon knew immediately that it was yours, and Stark was with you.

What the fuck was going on? He slowly opened the door, leaning in to see you curled up on the floor with Tony. The latter making eye contact and signalling for him to wait.

“That the asshole family had something to do with your lacking of wings and pointy ears.”

Fuck. Bucky hadn't even noticed. So caught up in his pursuit of you, in his possessiveness to have you, he'd not even noticed your hair always covering your ears and that none of the photos he'd seen of you, hundreds across your social media hadn't shown your wings.

“They won’t want me Tony. They won’t want me when they know.”

Bucky was torn between comforting you and flying off to confront your family. It'd probably only take one call to Romanoff to find them. Right now though, his dragon made the decision, he wanted to hold you, to clean the cuts on your legs and feet. The possessiveness wanted you out of Tony's lap.

“Doll?”