#fae x human romance

[staciass]

Yayyyyyy-ah finished this book finally lmao !!!!

So I’m think of giving this book 3✨

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This book has such an amazing potential to be one of my books-of-the-year. So so much potential but … it just did not follow through !!!

The pacing was just all over the place and a lot of the characters that we are introduced to barely have any personality and are just plain boring. Speaking of which, the beginning of this book was really good and could have been amazing. The middle- well the pacing was terrible because it was either going at a snails pace or moving so damn quickly I got whiplash.

And that ending … Are You Fucking kidding me !!? Urgh I don’t know iff I want to read the next book - it annoyed me so much and Pris’s inner monologue was just fucking nuts !! And the mmc Lorian … just, like why people, just fucking why ??? 2.7 star read.

I wanted to like it and I wanted it to be really good or even just decent but I’m actually kinda amazed i didn’t DNF this book !!

[rednotebooksworld]

Imagine Fae hubby building a nest for his human Wife so he can spend countless days breeding her over and over and always be sure she’s as comfortable as his Mate deserves, the nest being a mix of soft large ass mushrooms and the most luxurious pillows and blankets imaginable.

Every time he adds more to the nest he can’t help himself.. she’s looking so pretty just for him, completely naked with only a small silk blanket covering her, her stomach slowly growing as she’s stuffed with his child.. he just NEEDS to fuck her right there. No matter how far along in her pregnancy she might be, they’re BOTH wanting and desperate for more.. Fae hubby’s gonna be breeding her to the day she gives birth.. And as soon as the baby’s born?? he’s feeding her a few bites of some magic ass fruit, and just like that she’s ready for more Breeding, matter of fact she’s out right begging him to Breed her again.

Damn that’s hot 🥵

Rn I was thinking about hime make a pillow fortress for his wife. I don’t know why sometimes I feel like sure he’s stoic, protective to straight up possessive and over all horny but he can be silly and goofy at times because he actually cares a lot for his wife.

I’m a sucker for serious men actually being completely softie when they’re alone with the person they love

[under-cotton-and-calicos]

Fungi and Fae

NB Fae x AFAB Reader

AN: I wrote this last year while I was in the mood for fall. I'm a bit late for Valentine's but here's some fluff (and smut later in part two)!

Word count: 1.6k

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊Part Two (to be updated)𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

"You are looking devilishly beautiful today, m'eudail." 

"I appreciate it." You mutter, eyes scanning your surroundings for brown caps or yellow growths. After years of gathering, you have grown quite adept at it. 

“Won’t you spare me even one glance?”

The autumnal rain serves as a wonderful humectant for mushrooms- they come bursting forth from the ground and wood in vivid browns, yellows and striking black, well, the edible ones at least. A few of the local birds migrate for the season, leaving the woods serenely quiet. In their place, papery field maple seeds dance through the air like a set of wings carrying invisible bodies. Shades of red and orange permeate the woods, and even though you have looked out at the sea of colour countless times, the intensity of their hue and atmosphere always takes your breath away at the beginning of the season. It is your favourite time of the year, and it would always be much more enjoyable if it weren’t for your buzzing companion.

“I attended the most wonderful ball the other day, yet it was sorely lacking in good company. Would that you were there-”

“Your kind would have made me dance to death. Literally.” You quip, hiking your skirt up and stepping over a dead log. Conversation, if you could even call the slinging of words between the two of you, comes as naturally as breathing to you in the presence of Aetyn. Your grandmother had warned you about their kind since you were but a babe, cautioning you against their trickery. You were glad that she had trained you on how to handle them as it came into good use whenever you came out to forage.

Never accept gifts. Don’t stare at them for extended periods of time. If you encounter one, be gracious but maintain a boundary. You leave offerings of cream and pasties out for them, and wear a bell in the ribbon tying your hair.

After years of being around Aetyn, however, you have come to doubt the veracity of several claims. In the beginning they had attempted to ensnare you in all sorts of ways, fairy rings, gifts in the form of decadent chocolates and precious gems, wordplay. It all flowed over you like water. You presume that they gave up after the first two autumns.

Early on, you had accidentally gazed at them. It was hard not to- they have fine features so different from those of humans. It was as if fae were sculpted from marble, perfect and polished. Their smooth skin, hooked and noble nose as well as their androgynous beauty caught your gaze like a fish to bait. Nothing happened to you though, they just stared at you quizzically and asked if they had something on their face. Nonetheless, you still remain slightly guarded around Aetyn.

“Aetyn, would you ever consider chasing after a more naive, vulnerable maiden?” He’s quiet for a few seconds. You can almost hear the little cogs turning in his head.

“...but they don’t have your sharp tongue, or your bewitching-”

With a gasp, you clamber over to a massive queen bolete, brushing leaves and dirt from its cap before plucking it, its stem breaking from the earth with a satisfying crunch. You place it into your basket among a handful of porcinis, morels and chanterelles. Before you can stand and continue, you notice Aetyn laying belly-down on the grass with their head in their hands, long pink hair ostentatiously trailing down their shoulder.

“You have a look in your eyes when you find a good one. You smile so wide-” they have a sparkle in their eyes, you think you see their legs kicking in the air

“You’re so pretty.”

For some reason, the compliment feels oddly genuine, different from the other pet names that he piles onto you. Sensing the heat rising up your neck you look away, fussing with the mushrooms in your basket and wandering off to the clearing ahead. You’ve gotten used to Aetyn’s careless flirtation- they had used it as a tactic to trick you so you never take it to heart. Something about the look in their eyes strikes a chord within you this time, though. A jumble of strange, foreign emotions stir in your chest, so preoccupied are you with your thoughts that you make a near fatal mistake.

“Be careful!” 

Suddenly, an arm wraps around your midriff and tugs you backward. You’re leaned forward, torso tipped precariously over a circle of mushrooms. Gingerly, Aetyn gathers you into their arms, pulling you upright and a few steps away from the fairy ring.

“It wouldn’t do for you to fall into the snare of another fae now would it?” In the circle of their embrace, you are acutely aware of their body against yours even through your shirt and your coat. Your eyes are drawn to their lashes- pink just like their hair, so fair that you had never noticed just how long they were, fanning across their rosy cheeks. Aetyn’s gaze trails down the features of your face and lands on your mouth, hands sliding down your shoulders to your wrists. The feeling of his skin on yours is surprisingly humanlike, soft and comforting, but what ever made you think it would be otherwise? The urge to say something…or to do something-

A light ring and plink snaps you out of your reverie. Tearing your eyes away from them, you twist around to see your ribbon and bell on the ground. Aetyn steps away from you, the usual ease and gracefulness gone from their lithe body. They bend over, picking the delicate ribbon up. Your fringe has come loose, the two neat braids threaded to the back of your head by your grandmother undone.

“May I?” Aetyn pushes back the hair that obscures your vision. You nod, taking a seat on a cushion of brown leaves.

Their fingers carting through your hair are tender, deft as they expertly do up the braids and secure them once more. It feels…good. The warmth of their fingers, which you have watched pointing and gesturing many a time, seeps into your scalp. For once, the two of you are silent and you realise that you are wholly unaccustomed to the quiet whenever Aetyn is around. You’ve just grown used to their chatter like the tweeting of a little bird hovering over your shoulder. 

“It is done.” 

You are unable to see it, so you run a hand over the back of your head and feel the braids just as they were when you left home. They really are surprisingly good at it. Your tongue slips loose, from the intimacy in that moment or the fluttering in your chest, you do not know.

“Thank y-” You slap a hand over your mouth, unable to stop the panic from bubbling and frothing over. You look at Aetyn warily but regret it in the exact same moment, because you can see your distrust reflected in their eyes. The wide grin plastered onto their face falls and they look away from you. Whatever little shreds of trust that they’d hoped to have built up with you had blown away in the wind, they must think. 

It’s the first time that you’ve seen them look hurt and the sight claws at your heart. A few moments of unbearable quiet pass before you dust off your skirt and pick up your basket.

“I-I think that’s all I need for today.”

As the both of you walk through the lush woods, your mind is racing. With just one move, you’ve upended any semblance of kinship you shared with Aetyn. What were you going to do? Do you even want to do anything about it?

Just as you near the bend leading to your home, you come to the panicked conclusion that it would be awful to end the day this way. Aetyn has had every opportunity to capture you with trickery today, yet spurned it each time. Considering the seasons of your…relationship, you feel like you have shunned them. Summoning courage, you take a deep breath before spinning around so abruptly that Aetyn jumps.

“Today…was nice.” you bumble, acutely aware of how awkwardly your mouth forms the syllables. Your free hand twists the fabric of your shirt hopelessly.

“It was nothing. I am honoured to have your company.” They respond politely with a smile, eyes downcast. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish for a few seconds before

“Th…Th-thank you!” As soon as the two words leave your mouth, you squeeze your eyes shut.

This is it. I’m sorry for being such a foolish girl, grandmama.

What feels like an eternity passes and yet, you haven’t somehow been turned into a beetle, or been bound to servitude to a diabolical fae for the rest of your meagre mortal life, or anything really. It was quite anticlimactic. 

Instead, you feel a rush of warmth in the air and the bristle of tree branches bustling against their neighbours and the sweet call of a bird somewhere. And you hear laughter- Aetyn’s laughter, bright and rich which makes your chest brim with weight and ache. 

Your eyes still closed, a hand tugs gently against the nape of your neck and a pair of feather-soft lips plant a kiss on your brow.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He cradles your face in his hands. You feel compelled to lean into them but you remain rooted in place.

“Thank you.”

You place your basket on the kitchen counter, moving to don your apron and get started on dinner when your grandmother shambles into the room with her cane in hand.

“That’s a pretty flower in your hair,” she squints through the glasses perched on her nose, “wherever did you find it at this time of year?”

A hand flies to the back of your head, fingers tangling with little stems and soft, small flowers tucked into your braids. Your heart beats like the wings of a hummingbird.

“Oh my.”

Your grandmother peers at you with mirth.

“You have the look of someone in love, dear.”

[menagerie-of-monsters]

Happy Valentine's Day!! Caught in the Basilisk's Gaze is going to be coming out on the leap day - you can preorder now, and it'll be on Kindle Unlimited once it releases. I'm really looking forward to sharing Vaduin and Danica's story with you!

My fated mate doesn't want me—but if he doesn't claim me, I die. I risked my life to help fae flee a tyrant king. When my own escape goes wrong, I'm left stranded in the wilderness with an injured, arrogant fae mercenary. The last thing he wants is to claim his mortal soulmate, but we have to rely on each other, or die. Unfortunately, he's half-basilisk, and a single glance will kill me. Unless we mate… every three days. He's cocky, aloof, and far too aware of what his venom does to me. From the wilderness to the fae High Court, he's my unwilling companion—and devoted, deadly protector. I can't help being drawn to his passion and the playfulness he only shows me. I'm hunted by a king and cursed with deadly magic I can barely control. He's haunted by a past he refuses to acknowledge and secrets he can't avoid. Alone, we don't stand a chance... but together, we might bring a kingdom to its knees.

Some fun tropes:

reluctant mates

forced proximity

fuck-or-die

touch her and die

touch him and die

secret identities

[watercolorfreckles]

Of Oak and Sparrow

(Part 2 of The Girl Called Sparrow)

Sparrow returned to the fallen oak tree one final time.

To her, it was a skeleton. A creaking spine wrapped in an armor of bark that, in the end, wasn't strong enough to keep the true monsters at bay.

The sleeping hill was a graveyard beneath the weight of the tree that once crowned it.

Its branches reached toward the sky like bony fingers. The wind whispered through its foliage to pluck down the browning decay. Those same leaves crunched beneath the sole of her boot. She imagined her faerie's hair muting into an earthy brown to match it.

Sparrow traced the scars in the exposed wood. Each mark splitting the stump was an open wound. Its roots and its core were a bleeding heart, severed from the rest of its great height and graceful limbs.

In the tree rings, she saw his fingerprint. Her Kind Oak. The fae who'd held her heart in his hands and treated it with gentleness.

Her tears soaked into the wood's cracks and grooves, fingers tightening around the acorn that promised her a chance at a future.

The encroaching winter drained the life of the forest away. When Sparrow left her home, it felt as a hollow corpse.

She walked until her feet ached and her body swayed with exhaustion. She sank down against the cover of a mossy knoll, eyelids begging for rest. But it would be of poor manner not to acknowledge her hosts.

Sparrow picked three long strands of grass and weaved them into a ring, testing it on her own finger before sliding it off and tucking it into the knot of a tree.

She spoke aloud to any fae that might be near. Listening. Waiting. "I apologize for my intrusion. I am merely passing through, and am most grateful for your hospitality as I take a night's rest. I left you a gift in the hole of that tree. I hope you take no offense to my presence."

Shivering even beneath the thick wool of her cloak, she let her eyelids drop closed as the night swallowed her up.

Sparrow awoke to a pale sun and frost on her lashes. Her breath formed clouds in the morning chill. Scrubbing the sleep from her eyes, her hand slipped into her pocket, seeking the familiar comfort of her Oak's acorn.

Her heart lurched. She checked again. It wasn't there.

Straightening, she scrabbled through the crust of frost coating the ground around her, searching with a despair that made her dizzy. "No- Where--"

"Tell me, I am dreadfully curious, what is so valuable about this acorn?" spoke a voice like crushed velvet.

Sparrow jolted, swiveling around. Her breath caught.

Before her was a fae that glistened like a winter star. His eyes held the glint of cold steel. A knife's edge, harrowing and beautiful all at once. The gently falling snow avoided him in its path.

Pinched between his moon-pale fingers, was her acorn.

Sparrow's heart gave another awful tug.

She reached for it before she could stop herself. The acorn disappeared into the fae's fist as his lips lifted into a flash of pearly teeth. A little too sharp and a little too amused. Something about it reminded her of the maw of a hungry cat.

Sparrow swallowed. She dropped to her knees. "Forgive me. You startled me."

"Such a pretty gift," the faerie murmured. He lifted his other hand, the ring she'd offered up wrapped around his index finger. Surely he was mocking her. It looked terribly simple against the porcelain of his skin. "It is refreshing to meet a human who still knows the old ways. Are you going to answer my question or do I need to repeat myself?"

Sparrow's fingers twisted in her lap. Her blood ran cold. "I need that acorn to resurrect one who is dear to me."

The fae hummed, holding up the acorn again and glancing it over. "This is magik born of the fae wilds."

Her stare tracked his hand as if he were carelessly handling glass. "I have no knowledge of its origin. Only that the tree this acorn fell from was tethered to a fae who could not leave its shadow. The tree was cut down. I need to plant that acorn to give him renewed life."

The fae's smile was that of a predator toying with its prey because it found the creature's helplessness against it adorable. He crouched in front of her, nimbly balanced on the balls of his arched feet.

His head tilted. "Give me your name and I'll return your precious acorn to you."

"That, I cannot give you," Sparrow said softly. "My acorn is no use to me if I am too intoxicated by your sway to plant it."

"What difference does it make?" The fae's cadence was the crackling of a candle flame; the sparks that rain down from a shooting star. "Even if you plant the seed, years will pass before it grows tall enough to harbor your fae in its shadow; a great many years longer than if this were an ordinary acorn. Magik born of the faerie realm behaves as the fae wilds do. Time is of little consequence there. A moment is stretched for decades.

"Humans age in an instant. What will your dear one think of you when time creases your face and steals your youth? What will happen when you fall away to dust and your love is trapped alone in the confines of a shadow?"

It took the taste of metal in her mouth to realize she'd bitten down on her lip. Her insides swam.

Her mother's voice was clear in her head:

Do not make dealings with the fae.

Follow the rules of fae etiquette.

Do not owe anything to the fae. They will always collect.

But if he could magik a better way... If she could see her love again...

Sparrow forced the fear from her voice. Fae hated weakness, her mind screamed. "Will you make a deal with me?"

The faerie's wicked smile split further across his perfect face. "I was hoping you'd ask."

Look at meeee, i posted twice in a little over one week

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Flowers Bloom (Flowers for Valentine's Day pt. 2) | Monster Boyfriend

"Alright," the Doctor started with a small smile, "your throat is looking clear, no marks, and no flowers, petals or otherwise."

You let out a heavy sigh, something you weren't used to doing anymore and you glanced over to Noam, watching him watch you with eyes full of worry, the purple bright as he stared at you and then to the Doctor, not even letting up when they confirm that you look ok. "Just try to get food and fluids in your system, you just went through Hel, pardon my language, but I have no other way to put it."

You smiled at them, shaking your head. "...It's fine. You put it right."

They smiled back at you, wrote a couple things before heading to the door. "I'll just get your papers ready, you should be back up and working in three days."

When you nodded, they walked out, leaving Noam and you alone.

Noam's foot bounced and you let out a soft sigh, getting off of the cot before going over to him and kneeling down, just like he did back at your apartment, your hands finding his face. "...Hey...I'm alright. I'll be back up and giving you pastries in no time."

Your words didn't do much to change his expression, a deep frown on his normally bright face. "...Noam...Sunshine...hey, it wasn't your fault."

He pulled from your hands and let out a shaky breath before his own hands grabbed his. "...What if I was too late...? ...What if I didn't make it back in time...?"

"Hey-" You warned him. "Don't think like that."

"I could've...I would've...I would've killed you if I didn't realize I was the cause...that I loved you...it would've been my fault..." You squeezed his hands, shaking your head.

"Don't say that. I mean it, Noam...it wasn't your fault. Fuck- it wasn't your fault at all. And everything worked out for the better. I'm here...you're here...we're both here." Squeezing his hands once more, you moved to press a kiss to his temple. "We're alright."

He opens his mouth to protest, those pointed ears of his drooping slightly but he only nods, purple eyes looking into yours, almost like he was trying to look through your soul. After another temple kiss, you pulled back from him to get a good look at his face, noticing the twinge of red before he gave you a tight lipped smile. "Thanks for not hating my guts..."

"Why would I hate your guts?"

"You were growing flowers out of your lungs because you fell in love with me," he answered bluntly. "If that happened to me, I'd be pissed."

You breathed a laugh, your own smile appearing on your face. "Lucky for you, I'm not you. I never hated you for a single second during that time."

He glanced up at you, sighing and you watched as his ears picked up a little. "Really?"

You nodded. "Yea, not a single second, Babe. I just wanted you to be happy...with or without me."

Red tinged his cheeks at your 'babe' and you move a lock of his hair from his face. "You can't keep blaming yourself for it, it wasn't your fault."

After a moment, you started to notice a little glimmer of light sparkle in his eyes, your smile widening as you kissed his nose. The red only got darker before Noam moved to hold your wrists, planting a kiss on both of your palms, a small sigh leaving him, as well as those three words you've been hearing every half hour since you've escaped the curse, "I love you."

"I love you too," you responded, moving your hands to grab his wrists in return. "I do...I really do."

The pleading didn't make sense entirely, but it was as if you were trying to convince him, especially after going through Hell and surviving it. "I know you do," he started, "trust me...I know..."

And you knew he knew. He moved to kiss your temple, standing you up before standing up himself, giving you a small smile. "I'm gonna love you for forever and a day, My Fated."

Your heart skipped at the pet name and your smile softened. "And I will be right beside you."

You knew you wouldn't be. He knew you wouldn't be. You were only human after all, and turning a human into a Fae was something you could only dream of doing, but it felt nice to say. To dream. To say anything but that you were going to love him until the day you couldn't.

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As soft music left the piano, you walked through the door and took a breath, smiling ahead of you as you walked down the royal purple carpet; Noam's choice.

Carnations decorated the small, Fae cathedral, and instead of feeling any sort of upset at the sight of the flower that once bloomed in your lungs, your smile widened at the sight, the mix of red and pink reminding you of the aftermath, rather than the process.

You stopped when you got to the end, stepping up the small step and right in beside Noam, turning to face him as you glanced down at the lilac purple you were wearing. He was wearing the same color, his tux decorated with gold embroidering, Fae sigils that you never thought to ask what they meant, not that he would've told you, he was almost too excited to have them sewn along his blazer.

But you, being a supportive partner, simply smiled and let him be excited. It was his wedding suit, it obviously meant a lot.

He held his hands out for you, and you were quick to grab them, smiling at him as your eyes glanced over to the druid officiating it.

They were gathering ribbon, tugging it sharply off the rest before they stepped over to you two and gently wrapped it around your left and his right hand, tying it before tugging it to make sure it wasn't cutting off circulation. Then the gathering started.

It seemed like a blur, it also didn't help that the druid was mainly speaking Gaelic and you couldn't speak a lick of it. Nor understand it, so you simply nodded along and followed Noam's responses, which were thankfully in English...

But right before the end, the druid touched a single sigil on the sleeve of Noam's blazer. Just a light tap before it ended and Noam squeezed your hand, pressing his lips to yours before you felt a light burn on your wrist. Pulling away, you saw that half of the ribbon was around your hand, seemingly part of your skin as your finger simply glided over it when you tried to scratch it. Noam only admired his half, a proud smile residing on his lips before he looked back at you and his smile widened.

For a moment, it was only the two of you, there was no audience, no druid, no one. It was only you and Noam. He readjusted one of the carnations that sat in your hair, cupping your cheek before kissing you again, something so sweet you'd get a cavity. And with some unexpected strength coming from the Fae, he lifted you simply, proud to show you off.

You and your little pointed ears. Though, you wouldn't figure out about that until the wedding night.

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Part One

[bump1nthen1ght]

I hope you're doing well!! Would you be willing to do a nsfw piece (drabble, headcanon, longer work i have no preference) with a M!Fae and a post transition FtM!Reader? I love seeing representation but it can be really hard to find post transition pieces instead of pre-transitioned </333

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Of course! Hope I was able to capture the right feeling for this piece. I eneded up implying that the reader just went through surgery and is in recovery, but it is up to y'all if it was their transition surgery or not!

(I based the few details about off of one of my family members transition surgery, but made a little easier through magic haha) But lemme know if y'all want a different vibe. I always want to write in a way that accurately portrays the readers experience, so feedback is greatly appreciated!

With that said, hope you enjoy ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Male! Fae x Post Transition! FtM! Reader

(NSFW Under the cut. 18+ ONLY)

For somewhere so far out in the boonies that it’s technically on another plane of existence, the Fae Wild has a really good plumbing system. It's why you're able to enjoy this long hot shower, surrounded by fancy soaps and lotions without worrying about hogging the heated water. It's the power of some magic bullshit rather than actual engineering, but it feels so nice you find it hard to care.

“Love?”

You sigh, anticipating what he wants. “Five more minutes?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Your lover says, pulling back the sheer, opalescent curtain. “I know it's relaxing but the doctor said-”

“I got it. Only 30 minutes on my feet.” You turn off the comically ornate faucet, gilded in gold and shining wet. Your boyfriend rubs your back as you step out, handing you a towel. You wrap it around your waist, tapping Adice’s chest, signaling him to lean down for a kiss.

He’s been a saving grace during your recovery period. Even though it’s been significantly shortened by the power of Fae medecine, you’re not sure how you would have survived the week of almost 24 hour bed rest in a plane with no bingeable TV if not for him. Instead its been books, classical music, and board games with Adice, your boyfriend.

(And the occasional movie. Adice had managed to sneak a Portable Video Player and some DVD’s into the plane, though he oftened had to return to the mortal world for batteries.)

Adice meets your lips, continuing the pecks onto your cheek and neck. You playfully scrunch up your face, moaning dramatically.

“Stooop, you’re going to give me your Fae cooties.”

“Sweetie, if I had cooties you’d already be infected.”

Adice snickers, pulling back up to his full 6’7 height.

“I guess I wouldn’t be able to resist your handsome face either way.”

He winks, blowing a dramatic kiss. You resist the urge to roll up and whip him with a towel, knowing it would start a play fight you would not win.

(You never do win them. Those fae instincts come out and he uses all manner of trickery to come out on top. That handsome bastard.)

“Could you get me that fancy lotion? I’m feeling a little dry from the hot water.”

“Of course, dear.” Adice says, striding over to the nearby cabinet.

Shaking out your wet hair, you take a look in the mirror, ornately designed with fragmented diamond and mother-of-pearl lining. But what catches your reflection is you. The real, new you.

“Admiring my boyfriend, are you?” Adice jokes, striding up behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder, lotion set aside. “I know he’s the most handsome man in the plane, but he’s all mine.” He pulls your chest to the back, craning his neck to pepper your cheek with kisses. His shaggy purple hair tickles your nose, making you giggle.

“You’re such a goofball.”

“You’re a goofball, mister.”

He chuckles, giving you another kiss while he nuzzles your neck. You reach a hand back and card your fingers through his hair. It's unfairly soft, but you’re hoping that stealing all his magic products will do the same to yours. His grip around your chest tightens as dances another hand across your chest. Hot breath blows over your wet shoulder as he lingers downward to the towel on your waist.

“I thought I couldn't be on my feet for more than 30 minutes.”

“Don’t worry about that, honey.” With a flick of his wrist a chair is pulled toward you both, Adice hoisting you up in the air before sitting down with you on his lap. “This should help you relax.”

Adice slides a hand up your thigh, coaxing your legs open and displayed on his lap. He presses a kiss against your pulse, licking his lips as he looks down at your covered crotch. A razor shaped nail teases circles on your inner thigh, pushing up your towel only an inch. “Such nice skin.” He mumbles, his other hand joining in massaging the meat of your thigh. “Just begging to be bruised.” His large palm squeezes your knee, sending a jolt to your spine. “But that's for another time. Now, I will treat you kindly, pet.”

You sink into his chest, feeling your cock begin to harden as he moves his left hand past your hip and under your towel. Adices voice was made for dirty talk, all smooth notes and seductive growls. You gasp out a moan when he grabs your cock abruptly, out of character for his slow burn method.

“Ahh, there's those handsome sounds. I was waiting for them.”

Adice pulls back his hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your slit before he leans back and squirts lotion in his hand. You lay your head back into his shoulder, pressing your face into the side of his neck. Goosebumps rise on his skin as your breath blows across it. You nip at the skin, though Adice barely reacts to the bite..

“Naughty boy, aren’t you?” He simpers, before capturing your lips in another kiss. A lotioned hand grabs your cock, jerking lazily as Adice’s tongue prods your mouth. You moan against his lips when he squeezes around your head, rubbing small circles before gliding back down your shaft. His slicked palm slides down your cock, stopping to squeeze and fondle your balls. It's then when his other hand crawls down as well, wandering past your cock and to your ass.

“Can you lift your legs up for me, darling?” He whispers, sultry but genuine, making sure he doesn’t strain your recovering body. You nod, giving him another peck to the neck and raising your legs up. Another hand wave and two magic hands hold up your legs by the bottom of your knees, letting your calves rest suspended in the air. With greater access, Adice’s long fingers slide and spread open your cheeks, already slicked with lube. His other hand begins to jerk you off more fervently, making your stomach clench.

“Look at yourself, my love. Look as I pleasure you.”

You glance at the mirror, all folded up in your giant man’s lap. Your cock leaks precum, hot with blood, the schlick of Adice’s lotioned palm echoing in the bathroom. The site has you moan, wanting to throw your head back, but a magic third hand grabs your jaw and keeps you in place.

“Uh-uh, sweetie, you’ll miss the show.”

Adice purrs, pushing the tips of two fingers against your tight muscle ring. The lube means little resistance, but you try your best to relax your lower half anyway.

Adice easily slides himself up to his knuckle, curling his fingers. Your hips jerk forward, almost pulling your cock away from his hand. But Adice keeps a firm grip, staring your reflection right in the eyes with a smirk.

“So naughty. Desperate for more huh?” You nod, still admiring the way his hand jerks up and down your dick. “Well, I’m not cruel.” Adice pulls out the fingers to the tip, before shoving it back deep inside you. You yelp.

Adice sets a steady pace. He times his fingers to be pulling out when his other hand rubs your cock head, thrusting back in when he pulls down your shaft. Slick, sweat, and lube paints your ass cheeks, glistening under the low light of the bathroom. Your disheveled figure looks debauched compared to Adice, downright pornographic in the mirror.

You can see your toes curl, feel your stomach clench as your orgasm approaches. Adice bites his lip, your moans music to his ears.

“That feel good? Are you gonna come, love?”

You nod, tongue lolling out of your mouth, only adding to your fucked-out expression. Adice increases his pace, putting extra force into his wrist to brutalize your ass. Your hips hump toward the feeling, craving the fire and tingles.

“Come for me, honey. Come.” He whispers, nipping at your ear. The magic releases around your jaw, letting you throw your head back with a heady moan. With another jerk and spasm, you orgasm. Cum shoots onto your stomach and sweat drips down your legs.

The magic keeping your legs up stays in place, letting you flop your upper half into Adice’s chest. The stretch feels nice, the faint buzz of your crotch need the burn.

Adice kisses your cheek, moving some sweaty strands out of your face.

“I’m going to need another shower.” You mutter, breathlessly. Adice chuckles.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll hold you up so you can rest.”

[artmadebysana]

The Golden Thread Masterlist

Summary: Every action comes with a consequence, especially if you are foolish enough to interfere with the course of nature..

Genre: fantasy, adventure, mythic fiction, romance

Pairing: male kelpie x female OC (human)

Comic and/or Story: 

✦ Prologue Comic - Coming soon

✦ Prologue - Here

✦ Chapter 1 - Coming soon

Characters: 

Part 1a

✦ Female OC - Nasha Moodboard, Sneak Peek

✦ Male Kelpie OC - Llŷr

Part 1b

✦ Kelpie Brother OC - Lorcán

✦ ? OC

Part 2

✦ Warrior OC - Merikh 

✦ Sultan OC - Nader

[foggydreamergiver]

When you're a human girl that's seen too much, two monsters know you need to go. But the rules never said anything about getting rid of her quickly.

[staciass]

Currently Reading ….

[rednotebooksworld]

Seems to me the second Fae Husband found out the “innocent lady” he’d chosen to fuck and use as his baby-momma, was actually a kinky little bitch who was playing the long game! He was so impressed he decided to just go ahead and marry her, all while expertly fucking a baby in her at the same time!

Girly was out here speed playing MonsterFucker Chess, not Checkers honey!!

Right!

Bro really said:

[sirsadly]

Requests

I’m taking requests again, anything between 500-1000 words about any monster/fae or pairing. Just send a request through the asks or DM me! Literally a sentence of what you want it to be about.

I’m losing creativity and haven’t been writing much. So these little prompts or mini fics (I’ll call them) will help me get into the mode of writing again! I hope to produce more work in 2023 <3

[menagerie-of-monsters]

[harmonyverendez]

YOU ARE MY WORLD ( The Cursed Heart Book 1 ) Chapter Four

Chapter 5 ----->

https://www.tumblr.com/harmonyverendez/740633752870486016/you-are-my-world-chapter-five-the-cursed?source=share

It was around the next week since her arrival. And Heaven for the most part has been doing good and getting along fine with the other faes and such. Radiance had sat down and talked with Lustre and the female has been nice to her ever since.

Right now Heaven was in front of the eldest Faes she has ever since in her life. Brightness and Blaze.  both male Faes look down at her. She could tell Blaze didn't like her, but he was getting better.

Brightness on the other hand was a gentleman. He always held the door open for her and treated her with respect. They even sat outside in the garden and had a wonderful chat together and such.

The other Faes were wonderful as well. She just didn't know if she could go back to the Moon Court just yet. Although they treated her with respect and kindness. She just felt at home with the Sun Court.

" What do you need, my dear?"  Brightness ask. Heaven took a deep breath and tried to be quick.

" I would like to go back to the moon court". Radiance gasped,  Blaze, glared at her and narrowed his eyes. While Brightness held his mouth open in shock.

" Surely you love it here, my dear. We can give you everything you ever wanted here".

She nodded. " Yeah, I'm not leaving. I just need to get something. I'll be back before nightfall. I'll be quick. Radiance can come with me."  she replied.

The Fae elders nodded.

" Of course my dear. It's all yours".

Heaven smiled and bowed, as she left the room her Boyfriend followed along.

~

The walk to the Moon Court was silent and peaceful. Radiance held her hand. When the carriage stops. She gets out with her boyfriend holding her hand.

" Wait here I'll be back as soon as can."  she leans over and kiss his lips gently and pulled away. Radiance grips her waist slightly and gives her a few pecks and the redhead female was gone.

Stepping on the moon court territory. Heaven felt nervous, she knew they woke to be mad at her.

Crossing her hands and rubbing her arms. She sighs and walks to the doors, opens them, and goes inside.

Instantly she felt a warming presence. Longclaw smiles when she sees the redhead and frowns at her attire.



" Dear, why are you dressed up for? What happened? Where have you been?" LongClaw says, pulling the young woman inside.

Sir Montgomery comes behind her, and he opens his arms. They hug and Heaven pulls away and rubs her arms softly.

" Where is Kieran?" She asks.

Just then the Prince comes around the corner and into the room. The two made eye contact and her heart soared.

" Hey, Kieran.  How have you been your Highness?" Heaven says.

Kieran narrowed his eyes at the young female. He looks over her appearance and outfit. He loved it of course. But it just wasn't his color.

" Why do you look like that?" he asks.

Heaven opens her mouth and the words that came out next hurt everyone in the room.

" I've come to get my things. I'm going back home".

The room fell into a heavy silence as Heaven's words hung in the air. LongClaw's face fell with disappointment, while Sir Montgomery looked visibly hurt. Kieran's expression turned impassive as he tried to process her words.

"What do you mean, going back home?" Kieran asked, his voice laced with a mix of confusion and concern.

Heaven took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I... I found a place where I feel like I belong, where I feel at home. It's with the Sun Court, Kieran," she explained, her voice trembling slightly. "I appreciate everything you've done for me here, but it's just not where I see myself anymore."

Kieran's eyes hardened as he absorbed her words. "You're choosing them over us?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of hurt and anger.

Heaven shook her head. "It's not about choosing. It's about finding my own path, my own happiness," she replied, her voice filled with a mixture of determination and sadness. "I thought I could fit into the Moon Court, but my heart tells me differently."

LongClaw stepped forward, her expression a mix of concern and understanding. "Heaven, we care about you, and we want what's best for you," she said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "But don't make a decision you might regret."

Heaven glanced at LongClaw, her eyes filled with gratitude. "I know you care, and I appreciate everything you've done for me," she said softly. "But I have to follow my heart."

Kieran remained silent, his gaze fixed on Heaven. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke. "If that's what you truly want, then I won't stand in your way," he said, his voice filled with resignation. "Just promise me that you'll take care of yourself and stay safe."

Heaven nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I promise," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

With a heavy heart, Heaven turned to leave, feeling a mix of sadness and uncertainty. As she walked away, she couldn't help but glance back one last time, her heart filled with a bittersweet ache.

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Flowers for Valentine's Day | Monster Boyfriend

Five hundred years ago, the Fae realm and the Mortal realm joined together. The portals were brought down and for once in thousands of years, a truce was made. With a Mortal queen and Fae king, the two built a kingdom together, in the cusps of the realms, extending through the realms and making a city that only grew with time.

That's where you lived.

It was a nice change from your life in the country, and you relished your time in the whimsical city, the proof that Mortal and Fae finally came together.

But with its pros, it had its cons. Specifically Valentine's Day.

While it was just a day to give your partner flowers, chocolates, or other gifts in the Mortal realm, to the Fae realm, it was one of the most important days to a Fae's love life. It was easier to find the person they were meant to be with, Fae or not, and it was the one time gifts were allowed without being a token of allowing them to snatch you up and whisk you away. Though, they were trying to get rid of the concept, since there was no need with the portals open.

Always the natural-born tricksters at heart though, falling for a Fae without gaining their love in return held a massive consequence, and it was only curable by finding someone to love you, or earning their love. It was the cruelest way to end unrequited love for them.

That's why their 'Fated Day' was so important to them.

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You pushed the still warm bread into the display case, huffing out a breath as you lifted an arm to wipe off the sweat that formed from being inside the hot building.

The front door's bell rang as the door opened and you glanced over to see your new patron, a small smile gracing your lips when you saw who it was.

Noam. A Fae who was around your age, only a year older, who one day decided that he was going to come in every Wednesday and buy two pastries before staying for three hours. Though, while half an hour was spent eating the pastries, the other two and a half hours were spent talking to you.

You couldn't say you didn't enjoy it, you clearly did, it's why it kept happening. You'd even go as far as to call him a friend, but you never told him that, too nervous to do it when you could've read the room wrong and he just needed to talk to someone. But then again, if he needed to talk to someone, why did he let you do most of the talking?

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts when you saw him give you a small wave, giving him one in return. "The usual, Noam?"

He smiled as he approached the counter and nodded, his hair bouncing slightly in his bun. Your smile widened at the sight and you ignored the way your heart skipped as you pulled out two pastries; one chocolate cream filled, the second one drizzled with raspberry icing.

Wrapping them up and slipping them into a bag, you pushed it over and took his card from his hand, wringing everything up for him. "How are you today?"

"Hot," you responded with a small chuckle. "Better now that my favorite customer is here though."

You watched him flush as you handed back his card and tossed out the receipt, knowing that he'd never take it if offered.

Your eyes followed him as he walked to the table closest to the counter, opened the bag as he pulled out the raspberry one and started to eat. "You getting ready for your Fated Day?"

He nodded, flush darkening as he turned to look at you, saying between bites, "Mhm, and I think I know who I'm going to find that day..."

For some reason, your stomach twisted, and your smile faltered slightly. "Really? Who do you think it is?"

Noam's smile turned soft, dreamy as he placed the pastry down and started to speak, "I'm thinking it's a Fae that goes to the bookshop I work at...they're just...they're so nice and I hope I'm not taking things the wrong way, but I'll figure that out in a week."

You felt a sudden burn in your chest, like your lungs were being stabbed, but you pushed it back when you heard him ask you, "Do you have any plans for the day?"

You shook your head. "...Nah, I normally just eat cake and watch bad movies. It's become a tradition of mine."

He nodded, his smile widening at you, but instead of it normally making you feel lighter, you felt much much heavier at the sight of it. The pain worsened and you tore your eyes away from him, nervously biting at your lip. You were growing concerned...what the hell was wrong with you?

But instead of saying anything about it, even though everything inside of you is screaming to tell at least Noam or to text your boss, you don't, all you do is look down at the counter and rasp your knuckles against it, saying, "I'm sure you'll snatch them up, Noam, I don't doubt it for one bit."

You couldn't see him, but you could tell he was beaming at your compliment when he hummed happily, responding after a moment. "Thank you! I'm sure you'll be able to find someone too. Who knows, it might even be a Fae."

For some reason, you hoped it was.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

It seemed to be the moment after Noam left that you sunk down to the floor, back against the brick wall as you grasped for the trash can with tightly shut eyes, gasping in breaths that pained you with each one. But when the trash can was seated between your legs, you coughed harshly, feeling the burn rise up to your throat as something definitely left your mouth, however you couldn't ponder over it when you started to cough again, the second one hurting worse than the first.

It took a while for the pain to lower in your chest for you to open your eyes, but you did and you were met with crumpled up receipts and droplets of blood staining the white paper, dark pink flower petals also covered with drops of blood. Your pained breath hitched and your eyes widened. You couldn't believe it.

There's no way you should have that curse. It only came with unrequited love...right? And you weren't in love, you were just- wait.

Your heart started to pound as you started to cough again, tears welling in your eyes at the pain that ripped through you when you coughed up some more petals.

You didn't know if it was the pain or the idea that you were unknowingly in love that made you unable to wrap your mind around most of your thoughts. The only thing that got past the barrier and pain was the realization of two things. One: you were in love with a Fae. And not just any Fae. Noam. And two: you were going to die. You didn't know anyone who ever saw you as more than platonic or familial who you couldn't force love on, and Noam is going after someone else. He wasn't into you.

You were terrified, arms cradling the trash can as tears ran down the sides of your face. You had no idea what to do and after everything you've been through, no matter what you dreamt of doing, you were on borrowed time.

All because you had to fall in love with a cute smile that belonged to a cute Fae.

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Everything hurt. Your throat was probably bleeding with the amount of blood that came up with every cough you let out, and every time you tried to move you wanted to die.

You were never good with pain, and you were shocked you weren't passed out yet from it all, but you couldn't really focus on it when you were terrified of a person walking in and seeing you huddled over a trashcan. Though, the thought that kept lingering in your mind, saying that you were on borrowed time over and over practically stopped your heart.

Your heart dropped when you heard the faint sound of a door opening and closing, too out of it to truly tell which door it was until Amiel walked out of the back room and saw you. "Holy shit..."

He dropped to his knees when he got closer to you and reached out to touch your arm, only to have you jerking away from his touch. That, however, let him glance into the trash can and his eyes widened. "...Oh shit...shit shit shit shit shit, alright, ok, uh- let me call an ambulance-"

Your raspy voice stopped him, your head shaking slowly, "...Don't...it won't help..."

You knew it. And you knew he knew it, but it still didn't stop a worried look from appearing on his face. "...Then at least let me call Han' and ask if her and her girlfriend could cover...she should be able to if I tell her the situation."

A small lift of your hand let him pull out his phone and call Han', your face pushing itself into the trash can again as you start to cough again, your already sore eyes burning with the tears that poured from them.

"Hey- ...yea yea, I'm at work, look, I need you and Lucia to come in...why?...uh, they're...they're currently coughing up blood and flower petals, Han'." There was a small scream, your eyes catching him pulling his phone away from his ear as you spit out a leftover petal, watching as blood came with it. "...I didn't ask and now isn't the time too...I just need you two to come in so I can bring them to their apartment. It's already pretty bad..."

You winced when you heard him say that, but you knew it was true. The harder it hit you, the more in love you were or something like that. You didn't even know you felt like that for Noam until today, but that was almost worse.

You droned out Amiel until he tried to help you stand, a whimper leaving you as you almost fell the moment you got half a foot off the ground. Your fingers painfully dug into the metal of the trashcan and a pained yelp left you when you were suddenly picked up by you co-worker, a concerned smile on his face. "...Your car or mine?"

"...Mine," you rasped out, shakily and slowly moving your hand to tug out the keys, but his hand was faster at that moment and he quickly moved your hand to tug them out of your apron pocket.

He helped you out of the building and with a bit of a struggle, which added to the guilt that you already felt at being so helpless, he got you into your car, rounding it and getting into the driver's seat. Taking a deep breath, he started the car, and you leaned back to the trashcan, wanting to keep your car as clean as you can, but the pain of having to move so much forcing you to stay in that position. It was the only thing that elevated the tiniest bit of pain.

Amiel pulled out of the small lot in the back of the building quickly, driving down the road towards your apartment. He was over with some of your other coworkers at times, so you didn't need to worry about forcing your voice to work to give him your address.

You coughed, once this time, and only a single petal left your mouth, it still hurt just as much as the others did, the only thing that was better was the length of it. You used the best of your abilities to take a deep breath, but you weren't able to pull in much before you were forced to exhale, so you settled on short, quick breaths.

"...Can you speak?...I mean, you can, but can you speak anymore?" Amiel asked you, eyes quickly moving from the road to glance at you.

"...Yea..." you responded, coughing after it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him flinch.

"Can you tell me who caused this?...If it's not too personal. Which, it probably is, but you know..." Amiel drifted off and you sniffled, your throat searing hot with pain.

"...Noam," you said, not explaining anymore. You knew he knew who Noam was, which was all he needed to hear for him to tighten his grip on the steering wheel.

"Shit," he said, which didn't help your case, but it expressed your thoughts about it. "...I know it was a Fae, but...gods, I didn't expect him."

You glanced over at him with a half-lidded look, which he thankfully caught. "Not that it's a bad thing! I mean- shit, I don't know how to speak. Look...I'm sorry you're going through this, and I wish I could say everything is going to be fine..."

You made a weak noise, shaking your head slowly, as if saying you understood. You knew nothing was going to be fine. That's why the curse was made. It only accepted miracles and with Fated Day coming up...

You weren't keeping your hopes up. Miracles didn't exist in your life. And you had a very good feeling it was going to stay that way.

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When Amiel pulled up to the street of your apartment complex, you were alright enough to get out, but once he decided that you were moving too slowly for his liking and for his growing worry, he picked you up again. He locked your car and got onto the sidewalk to get you into your apartment building. "You fine if I stay for a bit?"

You only nodded, head falling onto his arm as you struggled to keep your eyes open, the pain finally trying to make your consciousness slip away. But he tapped your arm gently, forcing you to blink your eyes open. "Let's get some pain pills and some water in you before you pass out on me, alright?"

You nodded again, hoping that it'll do a little in soothing the pain. At least in the rest of your body if not your throat.

As he got your front door unlocked, another feat won with you still in his arms, he walked you inside, kicking the door shut when the both of you got far enough inside. With a tap to his arm, he carefully set you down, your steps more confident, almost a little faster as you walked to your couch, rasping out, "...Pills are in the bathroom cabinet...big blue bottle..."

You saw him nod in the corner of your eyes and he didn't start moving, not until he said, "You're speaking a little more...that's good..."

Amiel didn't let you respond as he quickly made his way down your hall and into the bathroom. You sat down, sinking into the cushions of the couch with a small groan, clearing your throat and wincing at the pain that shot through you.

You looked down at the trash can that you stole from the bakery, staring at the amount of petals that rested on top of the little sheets of paper. It was supposed to start out small...a petal or two...maybe a scratch in your throat. That's what you read anyway.

Instead, you got hit with the final stage of the curse...and you knew full well you'd be lucky if you lasted a week. Unfortunately, luck was not on your side at that point in time.

You coughed, spitting out the blood that surfaced, almost surprised there wasn't a petal with it. Amiel came out of the hallway a second later and you stuck your hand out, palm up, waiting for the pills. "I was going to get water..."

"...Give me the pills...I can take them dry and I'll drink the water later..." You cleared your throat, wincing again but breathing out whenever he handed you the pills. You pulled your hand back to your body and knocked down both of the pills in your hand, trying to ignore the burn that you felt whenever you swallowed them.

Leaning against the back of the couch, you wrapped your arm around the trash can, cradling it as you curled up against the arm of the couch as he came back in with a water bottle. Amiel opened it for you and set it on the side table beside you, hand grazing your shoulder before he walked to sit beside you.

It was silent between the two of you for a while, your vocal cords begging not to be used and him obviously not wanting to bring up what's going to happen. But to you, it was impossible not to bring up. It was only thing anyone could talk about with you anymore.

No more bakery talk, about what the next group hang out will be before inevitably on getting junk food and going to the Mall to waste a few hours before going to the movies. No updates about anyone's family, no matter how miniscule.

You thought about your own family, how they'd react whenever they hear about the news after the curse eventually took you. Another wave of tears pricked at your eyes, yet this wave wasn't from pain, rather just your plain ole feelings.

And in the midst of feeling the worst pain in your life, thinking about how your family will react when they find out the only member of the most recent generation died because they happened to fall in love, you thought about how Noam would react. You hoped that, despite not caring if other people find out, he'll never find out.

You did wonder if he'd be upset though...or if he'd just take it as a tragedy and move on with his life. You didn't know which one would hurt you more. Noam deserved to be happy, and you knew that, whether it was with you or with the Fae he talked about earlier in the day. It wasn't his fault you were slowly dying because of your body becoming a sudden greenhouse. It was only yours. You got close. You let your walls down and you fell for him. All he ever did was talk to you.

You didn't even know you were crying until you coughed after a sob ripped through you, raspy but loud, and all the more painful. You saw Amiel watching you in the corner of your eye, worry covering his face before you shoved your head into the trashcan and coughed out what looked to be a small flower bud, petals littering around the spot.

You grimaced at the sight, lifting your head slowly only to jerk away whenever you felt a hand on your back. "Just me, don't worry..."

If it was any other time, you would've scoffed and pushed his arm away while trying to fight the smile that came with it before you inevitably let yourself be comforted. But right now wasn't like any other time. It was worse. And you both knew that.

You didn't push his arm away, your crying only got heavier and you found yourself closer to Amiel. At least, close enough to have his hand on the other side of your back. Any closer and you'd have to readjust your hold on the trash can, and you really didn't want to do that. It was too much of an inconvenience on your weak, pain-filled body.

You did, however, let yourself enjoy the comfort of another person's touch, and slowly but surely, you were able to pass out.

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Days passed, your condition only getting worse, yet you were able to live on your own again...though that was only because you got used to the pain. The others made sure to visit, helping you around your apartment and making sure you get enough liquid inside of you, since eating was out of the question unless you wanted to kill your throat some more.

As the routine formed, you got used to hearing a knock on the door, usually being able to tell who was there simply by how they knocked. Hana was a loud knocker and she only did it twice, her girlfriend was the opposite and thankfully did it five times. Amiel knocked to the tone of a song both of you knew, though, he usually came in before you had time to open the door.

So when you heard a normal three time knock on your door, you looked at your front door in slight confusion. Maybe it's a delivery and they'll go away soon. You never ordered anything though, so it couldn't have been.

Your brows furrow as you stood up, trying to ignore the way your now very over-sized shirt hung from you as you answered the door, your sunken eyes widening when they see who's at the door.

Noam's eyes had the same reaction, his eyes trailing down your sickly looking figure with nothing but concern in his expression. "...How'd you know where I live...?"

He shook his head when you spoke, snapping him out of whatever thoughts he was lost in before giving you a shy smile. "Amiel told me. I know it's not Wednesday but I wanted to grab some bread and you weren't there..."

You felt a cough starting to surface and with quick steps, you were able to maneuver away from the door towards your trash can, freshly emptied, even if it still smelled strongly of metal. You could hardly hear him step inside over your hacking, pain ripping through you like no other.

The only thing besides pain that you felt was your embarrassment for being seen like this by him. You became much more aware of how you must've looked. Your clothes hung from you, almost boxing out your previously healthy figure. Your eyes were sunken from lack of sleep, you were hunched over and you dragged your feet when you walked. You looked like death, and you wish you pass it off as an off day.

A gentle hand patting your back drew you from your thoughts, spitting out a couple of petals before turning your head to look over at him. He was worried because of you. Because you were an idiot and fell in love when he could never feel the same.

You wanted him to leave. But the urge to let him stay overpowered it and you motioned towards the couch, moving the blanket closer to you when you sat down, watching as he sat beside you. "...I know answering me will probably hurt, so you don't have to if you don't want to...but how long has this been going on?"

Hesitating for a moment, you decided to tell him. As long as he didn't know the rest, you'd be alright. "...Wednesday..."

"Oh...oh...so you were just suffering the entire time I was there...?"

"...Didn't have to cough until you left..." You responded, voice weak and quiet. You didn't look at him, too ashamed to deserve the right. You didn't want him to remember you like this. "...Why're you here...?"

Noam's breath hitched and he rested a hand on your arm, and unlike anyone else's touch, you didn't feel any pain with it. If anything, it helped soothe it. You leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut in slight relief.

"I wanted to come check on you...I brought something cold with me, I know it won't mean anything in the long run, but whatever takes the pain away, right?" You felt a tug on your heart and you nodded, barely able to hold back the whine that wanted to leave you when he moved his hand from your arm to reach in his satchel and pull out an aloe drink. He gave it a small shake when he noticed that your eyes were open again and offered you a small smile as he opened it for you. "It isn't much but-"

You cut him off by taking the bottle from his hand. "...Thanks."

You had to admit, it did soothe your throat, even when you nursed it after you accidentally chugged half the bottle. Noam stayed with you too, watching tv and commenting on things when you couldn't, eyes flittering over to you to watch your reaction to them. He winced every time you coughed and he smiled when you let out an airy laugh at one of his comments.

After a couple of hours though, you ended up throwing the blanket over the both of you, silently and subtly chasing his touch whenever you could. You knew he was interested in someone else, but if you ignored each and every cough, the way your voice sounded and the pain that wracked your body, you could believe that maybe...just maybe he felt the same way. That he was taking care of you because you got sick. And even if it was only for one day, and that everything would go back to normal and he would never see you alive again...you held onto that feeling.

Because even though you fell in love with the wrong person, even though it's causing you the amount of pain that you felt at that moment, and even though it was going to kill you...it still felt like a dream. It felt like it was fate.

You didn't want to believe that it wasn't.

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Noam took your routine and turned it upside down, taking the duty away from your friends to take care of you, even though you told him that he didn't have to. He only answered with that he was off work and wanted to help, so you weren't getting away from him.

He never asked about the curse either, which you appreciated greatly. If he ever found out, it wasn't going to be through you...and you planned to keep it that way.

And though his touch made you feel better, you still continued to get worse, getting to the point where he practically lived with you because you could hardly push down liquids without the pain relief. You didn't speak either, your throat hurting too much to even think of doing it, and you were usually lying on your couch, the pain taking you away sometimes before bringing you back after only thirty minutes.

You weren't going to last much longer...especially now that the day was the oh-so-dreadful Fated Day. You were alone in your apartment, Noam going off to work and to hopefully get the Fae that he was pining after. Though you hoped that he'd be happy no matter what, you wished that Fae never existed with how hard you were coughing, more flower buds coming up than petals, stems prodding at you from the inside and blood mixing with the light pink of the flowers.

If you lasted the day, you'd be very lucky.

There was a singular knock on the door, then the sound of the knob turning and the door opening. You slowly glanced back at the door, seeing Noam walk in, one of the bookshop bags in his hand. He shut the door and set the bag down beside the couch before moving beside you and placing his hands on your arm and leg, his brows furrowing when he took you in. He had tears in his eyes, his head falling on your shoulder before he moved his hand to grab yours. "...I'm sorry."

Your own brows furrowed, your foot tapping against the floor to get his attention again before you gave him a look that practically asked him what he meant. "...Amiel told me...about why you have this. I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."

If your heart could drop any further, it'd be on the floor, your own tears filling your eyes. "I...I went to the bakery after I tried to...well...be Fated, I guess. The Fae wasn't it...they had a partner...and so when I got there...I was telling Amiel and he mentioned you...and...then it fell into place..."

He was crying, holding your hand with both of his as he got your shirt wet with his tears. You could only silently cry along, the pain only subsiding for a little, but not enough for you to feel any better. Not after learning this. Not after knowing that you're going to die.

Noam let out a sob, his usually beautiful purple monotone, cloudy with tears. He moved to kneel in front of you, pushing the trash can away slightly as he wrapped his arms around you. Despite crying, he still gave you a small smile, though it quickly turned sad when he started talking again, "It was you. It was always you and I-...I was too stubborn to realize it...and now...now I can't even live with my realization because I'm too late...I'm sorry, dove...this is all my fault..."

You wanted to disagree, but you could only cry, shaking your head. "Yes, it is! ...I should've realized! ...I should've known the signs...and instead I'm the reason you're like this! ...I'm the reason you're close to..."

He drifts off, breaking out into another sob as he shoved his head in your waist, grip on you tightening. "I can't even confess normally...I've failed you in every single way...and the worst part is that I can't even say that I love you after today..."

You tensed under his touch, those three words repeating themselves over and over in your mind. He looked up at you, tears streaming down his face, the face you fell hard and fast for. The face that used to flush whenever you used to compliment him or praise him...the face that used to beam at you...that used to huff a laugh out whenever he wanted to hide the fact that he liked the bad jokes you made. That face was full of guilt and regret and sadness. It hurt you more than the flowers did. "...S-So...if I can't say it anymore after today...I'm going to say it so many times today...so much that you're never gonna forget it...ok?"

After a moment, you nodded, watching him as he stayed in front of you, holding you tightly. "...I love you...I love you...I love you."

"...I love you too," you said, watching as his eyes widen before you realized what happened and yours widened as well. Cautiously clearing your throat, you were shocked at the lack of pain.

You moved Noam's hands, pressing against different parts of your body, only to feel nothing but your touch, your skin no longer as sensitive as it was. A cough bubbled in your chest and you quickly moved to the trashcan, but when you coughed, it didn't hurt...and nothing came up.

You took in a deep breath, then another, then another, your chest puffing out each time you breathed more than you could have in the past few days, your eyes snapping back down to Noam. "...I think...I think I'm ok..."

"Really? ...Can you breathe? ...No more pain?"

"...I feel...normal? ...How I felt last week...before everything happened..." Noam's mood switched when you confirmed that you felt 'normal', tears still running down his cheeks, but with the grin on his face, you could assume they were now happy tears.

He lifted himself and grabbed your face with his hands, his lips pressing against your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, the corners of your eyes, over and over in no particular order, a laugh blooming from your chest. His grin only seemed to grow at the sound, his eyes finding yours right before his lips press against yours.

You were sure the metallic taste on your lips wasn't that pleasant, but he didn't seem to care. Then again, neither did you.

Not when you were suddenly back to normal and kissing the Fae that you loved.

You had a lot more credit to give to love now...sometimes it comes right when you need it.

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Part two

[mochinomnoms]

In regard to interspecies romance

Humans have a fairly easy time pursuing the other species in Twisted Wonderland, though there are exceptions to that rule.

multi (separate) x reader [wc] - 2,252 [note] - one of the first things i ever wrote, though i never posted cause i didnt edit it. thought i would anyways cause its kinda cute. Edited 12/14/23 to add a readmore

Despite their animal like tendencies and courting methods, it's incredibly common to see human-beastmen couples and families. Perhaps it's due to how similar their behaviors are to their animal counterparts, but humans are fond of how beastmen flirt and display affection. Beastmen are offended by the comparison, but it's hard to deny how similar, and cute, they are to the common wolf, hyena, or lion.

Wolf and other canine beastmen enjoy being close to their mates. They like to be physically affectionate, almost playful with their partners. They'll nuzzle into the crook of their neck—no matter how much bigger they are compared to their human—lean against them when they walk, and will happily be by their beloved's sided at all times. Furthermore, they primarily show their effectiveness as partners by being great providers, regardless of gender, and showing off how tight-knit their packs are. After all, family is very important to them, and they'll expect to have one, no matter how big or small, with their partner in the future.

If you catch Ruggie trying to slyly and smoothly place a hand on the small of you back when moving through crowds, no you don't. If a person notices Jack momentarily grabbing (gingerly, mind you) your sides as he slips behind you to reach the potion ingredient on the shelf above you, don't mention how his touch lingers ever so slightly. Maybe take it with a grain of salt when Jack tries to invite you to visit his family over break, as friends, of course. And when Ruggie brags to you about how well he watched over the neighborhood kids growing up, how he'd make for a great family man, it's all hypothetical.

Feline beastmen are more reserved in their affections in public, especially compared to canines, and even more so for lion beastmen. It's more common for them to show affection in more subtle manners, such as buying their partner's food and drinks without being asked, going out of their way to help them when they're struggling at school or work, and are able to spend hours just in their general vicinity. As long as their beloved is around, they're happy. In private, though, expect to have their entire body draped over them, weight and all, shoved into their personal space to the point that it becomes a foreign concept. Leona embodies this to his entire core, too prideful to perform PDA, but just prideful enough that he knows he can take up all your time and space with no consequence. Unless that consequence is your love and affection, which he supposes he could suffer through if you hear him purring, don't point it out.

All lion beastmen hold their pride close to their heart (no matter how much a certain prince would deny it) and their partner is no exception. Their pride is an intrinsically developed social network made of an extended, but closed family network. It requires all new partners to be carefully and slowly introduced to the rest of the pride, more so in Leona's case due to the royal family being traditionally made up of Sunset Savana nobility. You won't be the first non-beastmen, but are the first foreigner in a very long time to be introduced. Don't worry, though, Leona is nothing if not patient, and his family are just happy to know that he's found someone.

On the other end of the spectrum, however, are human-fae relations. Uncommon, though not for a lack of trying on humans' parts, due to most of the fairfolk residing in the isolated Briar Valley. The complicated history between the two species, ancient to humans but still relatively fresh for fae, doesn't help either. There's also the unfortunate consequence of humankind's rather short lifespans compared to the average 1,000-year lifespan of the fae. Unless the fae is in their final hundred or so years, they'll almost always outlive their partner without magical interference.

It's not impossible though, and as younger fairfolk leave the valley to explore the world, more marriages have resulted in half-fae children, both human and beastmen. As partners, fae are devoted to the health and safety of their loved ones. Increasing tenfold into nearly coddling territory with non-fae. Compared to them, their humans and beastmen are awfully fragile and naive, and require their protection. This can cause animosity between them, however, and only fae that are willing to learn and change their old ways result in happy, long-lived marriages.

They're also generally known to have lengthy courting methods: not dating, that implies something casual, no they court. Once they've established interest in you, their end goal is marriage, no ifs, ands, or buts. Fairfolk are generous with gifting during courtship: all gifts are about an equal-exchange and your acceptance of their gifts is a reciprocation of their feelings. At the end of the courtship, you can expect a small feast to be displayed at a ceremony held between their and your family. This is an especially important ceremony when courting humans and beastmen: fairy food can often cause lasting damages to those that consume it without permission. By offering their food to you and your kin, they are welcoming you into their world and telling you that they will never intentionally bestow harm to you or your kin. If you choose to accept the food, then you agree to do the same til the end of your days.

Lilia is a strange case, having already lived a long life and being well traveled, a gleeful participant in the strange customs and traditions of humans and beastmen. He'd much rather participate in other's dating and courtship rituals than his own people's. It's fascinating how fleeting the process can be, yet it can result in everlasting devotion. Don't mistake his flexible nature for disinterest, however. He's still a fae, and if you start finding silly little knickknacks of his on their desk, you can expect to never be rid of him.

The Draconia family-line is steadfast in their traditions, even if Lilia raised the latest prince. So don't expect anything other than the previously explained rituals from Malleus, even if you're not aware of them. Taking gems, jewelry, and clothing made of the finest material you'll ever lay hands from his hoard means little to him if it means you'll accept the gift (and him). Even if you aren't aware of how courtship works, the moment you pick up the black ring with the big oval emerald and Briar Valley crest, you're practically engaged in his eyes.

The courtship is long, even for Malleus who was one step away at every turn to skip over the entire thing in favor of just eloping. All for the person who decided that the great and terrifying Malleus Draconia was actually just a simple Mr. Hornton, a friend, companion who just wanted someone to stay by his side. If it means calling you his spouse, his fellow ruler, and the only love of his life even a moment sooner, then he'd be willing to throw tradition and ritual out of the very tall tower window just to do so.

Many years later, when you reminiscing how the two of you first met, and how long it took you to notice his feelings, you'll offhandedly mention the random gifts you found at your doorstep. How you wish you knew who was leaving those precious stones and golden amulets with no indication on who the admirer was. Upon further questioning, you'll tell him that you didn't even know you were being courted until two months into the ritual. It'll then click in Malleus's mind how utterly lucky he was that the two of you even got together in the first place.

It may be surprising, but human-mer relations have been extraordinarily rare. Only a handful of them have popped up since the times of the Sea Princess, who left her home for a human prince. In fact, you could probably count them on one hand! Perhaps this is due to the difficulties of having a romance between land dwellers and undersea folk; after all, it's much easier for humans, fae, and beastmen to interact when they all live on land. Merfolk can come up to the surface, and have been doing moreso in the last century, but having a relationship with someone who quite literally could not breathe in the same air/water as you is near impossible. At least, not without significant effort on one or the other's part.

Nearly all the human-mer romances that have occurred in history resulted in either one or the other abandoning their home to turn into a human/mer and live the rest of their days with their love in their new world. Certainly a romantic notion to be sure, but it most definitely require their love to be truly eternal. Or else you might run the risk of resentment brewing between the two. With a slowly growing need to easy access transformation potions and spells for business and diplomatic reasons, such romance is not far from reach, at least for those with money to spare. The next issue though would be the significant difference between land dweller and undersea folk's courting methods.

Perhaps it can be contributed to the more...feral nature of merfolk. Most of them still retain more animalistic features and behaviors than the average beastman. The twins are no exception to this. Even if you were to remove their claws, mucus covered skin, and 6-ft tail, you're still left with eyes suited for a deep-sea predator, nose that can smell the tiniest drop of blood in a pool, and rows of razor sharp teeth begging to bite down on your neck. The deep-sea is not only cold, but quite ruthless. So, it'll probably come as no surprise that moray eels will prove themselves as suitable partners by fighting either their competitors or you. If they can prove that they can hold their own, protect you from the horrors of the deep, then they have the right to go for your heart. That's not to say softer sentiments don't exist, and while similar the twins are still two separate people with different tastes. These tastes show during courting, though mers have a more casual date-like ritual.

Like fae, merfolk court via gifts, particularly handmade or ones they found themselves, and Floyd is awfully fond if gifting you the strangest things. A tooth that was knocked out from the student who shoved you a little too hard, a rock you tripped over in P.E., or a sand dollar he found on a trip to the beach were a few of the many items he gave you. Jade is similar, though he's more fond of making his own gifts. A necklace made of seashells found at the beach you had your first date in, a terrarium he made from plants that remind him of you, but your favorite was the small garden he started tending to on your kitchen windowsill. Breakfast was particularly delicious when made with his fresh mushrooms. Expect soon after the gifts lots of physical affection, public and private.

Don't be mistaken, they'll still bully you. But each of Floyd's bone-crushing hugs will be accompanied by a soft headbump from his forehead to yours. Jade's teasing, mean remarks will follow with a swift, sweet peck to your knuckles. They'll grab your notebook and hold it above their head until you agree to give them a kiss or punch them in the stomach, both are acceptable responses. Be a little mean back, they like the idea of a sweet and cute little human that can throw a punch. Your their sweet little human, and you make life in the deep exciting. Just don't ask about their flushed face every time they see you yawn, they aren't quite ready to explain that one yet.

Azul intensely studied a variety of topics before coming to land, even briefly glossing over dating, romance, and marriage before deciding he wouldn't need it anytime soon. He regretted that soon after meeting you, though he made do with what he knew. And what he knew as food. A combination of octo-mer courtship and being the son of a cook, Azul will discreetly court you by personally cooking and feeding you your favorite meals. It's the result of the dangers of ancient octo-mers eating their spouses after mating. Afterall you can't eat more if your already full. While not something they have to worry about now, it's an old ritual still used today, Azul has hear the way to a person's heart is their stomach and can wholeheartedly agree.

What's surprised you the most was what followed after, especially for someone as physically reserved as Azul: octo-mers are extremely clingy and affectionate. He doesn't have the heart to do anything more than handholding and chaste kisses to your cheeks in public, but he yearns to wrap all 8 tentacles and two arms around you so tightly that your gasping for a breath that he steals with his lips. He won't mention it, but he can taste the salt from your skin and the pulse from your wrists with his suckers. Take it from someone who grew up with a refined palate, he thinks your taste is equivalent to ambrosia from the gods, though that might be the lovesickness speaking.

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