#faeries without wings

[spriteinthedark]

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[candiedcreamway]

This already natural beauty can be achieved through the special faerie diet, crisp clean sparkling water, and a special moisturizer none of the other faeries need that he'll apply when no one else is around. No one. Except maaybe White Lily.

Not that anyone else has these secondary wings tho...

[onceuponapuffin]

Tags and art by op

Another Good Omens Faeries AU

[its-wabby-stuff]

“Don’t ask.”

[seung-mong]

seung-mong's kinktober 2024!

gulp~ they're right behind me arent they? well... more like on top!

☆BANGCHAN☆

whats your favorite scary movie? - after a mysterious call in the middle of the night threatens to ruin horror movie night with your friends, you cant help shake the feeling that someone's watching your every move. at this point you dont know what's worse: a creepy stalker managing to sneak his way into the house, or how awkward and fidgety chan's been all evening!

includes: ghostface!bangchan x fem!reader, stalking, choking, slight knife play, blood kink, +more!

☆LEEKNOW☆

and so the lion fell in love with the lamb - after moving to romania against your parents' wishes to live a peaceful life with your dying grandfather, your dreams are plagued with visions of pale, almost shimmering skin, droplets of crimson red blood with the taste of the sweetest wine, and sharp fangs that make you sweat in your sleep. your grandfather can only urge you to pray, despite the growing dread in the pit of his stomach at the sight of the bruises that linger on your skin. not to mention the puncture wounds right by the side of your neck!

includes: vampire!leeknow x inexperienced fem!reader, stalking, religious themes, marking, +more!

☆CHANGBIN☆

not all monsters do monstrous things - changbin's been acting different lately, and you're hesitant to talk to him about it. after the accident that left him bloodied and bruised, the last thing you want to do is bring up how he's become so distant lately, passing up on opportunities to hang out, refusing your physical affection, ditching you for the new group of friends that seemed to appear out of thin air. but when he stands you up on your birthday dinner on Halloween, you know he's crossed the line!

includes: werewolf!changbin x fem!reader, childhood best friends trope, depictions of gore and violence, size kink, manhandling, strength kink, + more!

☆HYUNJIN☆

its amazing, the love inside, you take it with you - finally, a space of your own! a safe space for you to practice your spells without accidentally setting your mom's heirlooms on fire. a safe space for you to brew your potions without your mom complaining about the smell and how you're doing it wrong (you've figured). a safe space for you to chat with your cat companion, milo, without your mother rolling her eyes. a safe space... with an awkward, clumsy, GOSSIP of a soul with unfinished business!

includes: ghost!hyunjin x witch fem!reader, voyeurism, pervy hyunjin, subby hyunjin, femdom raahhh, overstimulation, dacryphila, +more!

☆HAN☆

you could be happy here, i could take care of you. i wouldn't let anybody hurt you. we could grow up together! - han thinks hes seeing things. he usually enjoys camping by himself, but when a bright light and a high pitched noise makes his head throb and his nose bleed, he genuinely thinks he could die. now he REALLY thinks hes seeing things because.. is that someone falling from the sky? after deciding to sleep on it, he meets you. and uh, oh yea. he's definitely seeing things!

includes: loser nerd!han x alien fem!reader, subby hanji, han jisung is a SIMP LOSER, bondage, use of some kind of aphrodisiac, choking, +more!

☆FELIX☆

absence makes the heart grow fonder…or forgetful - never being one to believe in fairytales, you were the only one in your village brave enough to explore the thick woods across the train tracks just south of your home. finally, a place where you can think in silence, with no one to disrupt your writing. when the creatures of the forest begin to make themselves known to you, you ignore all the signs telling you to run. especially when the so-called evil trickster fairy is the most beautiful boy you've seen in your life!

includes: faery!felix x fem!reader, kinda inexperienced felix, lowkey corruption kink (litrally if u squint), felix has wings (that r sensitive), overstim, +more!

☆SEUNGMIN☆

this is true love- do you think this happens everyday? - seungmin is too young for this, he thinks. the youngest prince to take the crown in centuries, and the war between his kingdom and the kingdom of the forest is intensifying. his people are going missing, and he has no idea what to do. it does not help that the king of the forest scares him shitless. he turns to you for help, the last witch of your line- you can thank his family for that!

includes: prince!seungmin x witch fem!reader, kinda enemies to lovers (the trope belongs to him i fear), hatefucking, biting, bondage, +more!

☆JEONGIN☆

we all go a little mad sometimes. haven't you? - you really should have filled up your gas tank. your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, and the storm outside only further dampens your spirits. its dark and empty for miles, besides the little light that flickers on the side of the road. you brave the journey on foot, shivering, and soaking wet. your heart drops when you see the shelter, old and run down. thank god the young gentleman inside is kind enough to offer you a bed for the night!

includes: serial killer!jeongin x fem!reader, primal play, fear play, choking, knife play, jeongin is really rouch, +more!

☆INTERLUDES☆

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[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPxDC prompt. Fae!Danny x Jason. Dead on main. Death of a Fairy Tale. or

"Oh no! This tricky hooman stole my heart! What should I do?" *becomes a leader of his court and, just in case, overthrows the tyrant Pariah Dark in order to allow marriages with representatives of other races and live happily ever after with Jay*.

~~~~~

 “You're not allowed to be here. This is not your territory.”

Jason barely had time to catch his breath after escaping from the hot dog vendor when someone noticed him hiding in the bushes.

There were no rides for children or food vans in this park, so Todd didn't understand why anyone would cling to this territory but the guy looked at him with obvious concern. And well, after the morning's adventures, Jay didn't have any energy for another conflict at all. This kid looked pale and thin, so it didn't look like fighting with him would get him anything.

“Calm down, I'm just passing by. What's your problem, dude?”

“I live somewhere ne...here.”

Jason rolled his eyes. It's clear that the guy lived nearby, but it's unlikely that he had a house. The lack of a T-shirt and shoes hinted that in front of him was also a street rat who most likely had not yet learned how to defend his belongings. Poor guy. But this is definitely not Jason's business.

However, did he really spend the night outside in the open air? Sleeping on the bench was a last choice even for Jason. This might be acceptable options in some quiet provincial town, not in Gotham.

“I mean, what are you doing outside?”

Young Phantom checks his glamour, but finds no flaws in it. This man in front of him must be very knowledgeable and experienced, despite his young age, since he immediately recognized him as not a human being. For Danny, who lived with other fairies in Fairyland all his childhood and came to this dimension for the first time, the outside always meant the world of human. Fae shocked and upset that he was discovered so quickly. Haven't people almost forgotten about their existence? The elders would swear a lot if they found out that he had failed. The boy carefully orders the vine and clover to cover the circle of mushrooms, hiding the front door from the human. He was the only one of the entire brood entrusted by Undergrowth to start a practice in a city where there are almost no plants and sunlight, and faeling did not want to let down the mentor who took him under his wing at all.

The old Fairies claim that people are mean and narrow-minded, but Danny himself is intrigued by these creatures and therefore hopes that he will be able to come to an agreement with the boy and to continue his research without obstacles. Danny intends to take the exam for the right to be called an adult fae this decade, which means he has no right to make mistakes. But still, forcing a guy to dance until he drops dead from exhaustion or make him wander along the paths of this small green area without being able to find a way out, as he was taught to get rid of pests at home, seemed too cruel. This boy, just like him, is still a cub and he is here by accident, not to encroach on their possessions. They need not quarrel.

“Don't banish me. I'm just trying to learn.”

“To do what?”

“To steal.” Danny blushes, realizing that such honesty was unnecessary. Stupid, stupid...People know that faeries can take their names, thereby gaining power over them. Now this cub will definitely decide that he has come to cause harm and he will not be able to learn anything useful and interesting. Phantom quickly makes excuses. “Nothing important! I only borrowed trinkets and fruits.”

“You're new to this, aren't you?”

“Is it that noticeable?”

“Pretty noticeable, yes.”

The boy looked at him almost pityingly. And the Phantom didn't like it.

That's how the spirits and other fairies used to look at him when they found out he was only halfa. Because of this fact, his abilities were belittled and not taken seriously too often. What's wrong with that? He's dead just like everyone else, even if not completely.

And now he's screwed up, not even because of his nature, but because of his sluggishness. It was especially unpleasant, as it was deserved. He should have spent his time more productively, but the flowers bred with the help of humans were so interesting and talked about their longing for the sun with such sadness that fae did not dare to interrupt them.

Jason finished both of the stolen hot dogs and leaved the park. The guy still follow him and stares intently, almost without blinking.

“Stop it. What do you want?”

“I study. You seem experienced. “

“People don't really like being stared at like this, in case you didn't know. Back off.”

“Really?”

Jason was ready to be outraged that the kid thought he was an idiot but the tramp from the park looked really puzzled. It seems that if he ever had parents, they didn't care about the boy, since they didn't explain to him that atypical behavior could add him problems. The boy is lucky that Jay is an asshole only when absolutely necessary.

“You're weird. Try to keep your mouth shut near others.”

“Okay.”

Jason took a few minutes to think and sighed. Todd could not leave this strange child alone, because damn conscience would not allow it. He can't survive alone. He will either wander after some other person and become a victim of trafficking or he will be at the beck and call of some assholes in the late afternoon. Jason cursed his bleeding heart once more and promised himself that he would keep the boy by his side no longer than necessary. Jay couldn't afford to be responsible for another mouth to feed. Summer has already come to an end and it was worth starting to save a little money and store things in case of early cold weather.

“If I teach you some of my skills will you promise to stay away from the places where I…work?”

“Maybe. Is this a deal?”

“Yes, if you'll agree, idiot. “

Danny nods and his new acquaintance continues.

“First of all, we'll get you shoes and some clothes. I don't need you to pick up tetanus and some viral crap.”

Danny smiles a little, trying not to make it too noticeable. Great trick.

He nodded to indicate understanding rather than agreeing, and the boy did not ask for verbal confirmation. It seems that he is not completely hopeless at deceiving people. Phantom couldn't wait to tell Clockwork or Frostbite about his success.

They wound through streets and rooftops for a long time until they reached other man's temporary shelter, and Danny had to admit that the man's decision to borrow more clothes was very clever. Strange sharp things and narrow bags of biological fluid were found between the houses disgustingly often. The elders are right about something? Danny must admit. Some people are nasty. They didn't even clean the settlement they live in properly.

A foul-smelling device for carrying things flew into the face of fae while he thoughtfully followed the boy telling him something about removing so-called tires from the iron inanimate horses.

“Dude, stop fighting with a trash bag. You'll stand guard while I give the customer the goods, okay?”

“Fine.” To be honest, the intern was ready to cry from the injustice of life and rush home, and he was only stopped by the desire to visit the observatory, which his new acquaintance mentioned when fae complained that because of the smoke and smog the stars would probably not be visible at night.

Danny realized that he did not regret his decision when, a couple of minutes later, he heard his human quarreling with adult specimen. Judging by the conversation, the man refused to pay the price for the things brought to him and even threatened to hit Phantom's guide. Danny was annoyed by this and decided to intervene a little. To his good fortune, on the balcony of this vile man there was a pot with withering petunias and they did not mind helping lil fae teach their owner manners. A slight whiff of magic and the pot falls on the deceiver's head and human begins to choke on the roots that climb right into his mouth. Danny giggles, congratulating his green comrades on their successful revenge. Other boy doesn't waste any time and grabs the bucks that fell out of the customer's hands and orders new boy to run.

Danny spent several days with human cub and really learned a lot about these creatures. Despite the fact that such a pastime was exciting, he needed to at least create the illusion of practice the fae skills.

It is dangerous to ask a person who knows who he is about this but teachers will be upset if he does not make an attempt. And despite the fact that the people around him seem scary, Nocturn will be much scarier in anger if he finds out that Phantom is such a loser.

“Ma- Can I have your name?” Danny muttered uncertainly and immediately panicked at his own impudence. “Sorry!”

“Jason.”

Todd was in a good mood, as luck had been with him for the last few days, and the new companion was not at all as useless as it seemed to him from the beginning. He was able to hide so well that no one could detect them, and managed to bring fresh fruits, vegetables and mushrooms to their safe house. However, there were problems with the last one, since this strange dude sometimes brought toadstools and satan's boletes to their apartment, which he managed to get from unknown places. Jason thought he was going to have a heart attack the first time he caught child happily eating raw fly agaric. Indeed, if Jay hadn't found him this boy would probably have died of poisoning in that park by now. Todd had to persuade him to bring only chanterelles, which he could confidently identify as edible and not fear for their lives every time the boy tries to help find food. And his padawan really managed to find them. In Gotham. Holy shit. Maybe this park, so fiercely guarded by the boy, was another secret area for Poison Ivy's experiments? However, poisonous specimens will not be wasted either, since you never know when you will need to defend yourself without entering into a fight, but acting more subtly.

“Real name! Real one!” The boy's eyes were as big as saucers and he became very worried and waved his hands as if trying to shake off invisible sticky threads from his fingertips. “You shouldn't say your actual name! Why did you do that? You shouldn't have given it to me.”

“There are a lot of Jason's around. Why do you care about that?”

“You're not just some Jason, you're my Jason, you're important to me. It's dangerous if someone has your name. Then that someone can make you do bad things.”

Tears began pouring down boy's face and Jason was surprised by such a violent reaction. Todd doesn't think there's anything to worry about, since he didn't tell the stranger his last name. He often introduces himself in different ways. Just, for some reason, something made him be honest this time. But how would this guy know that?

“Well…You're not just anyone. We're friends. I don't think you're going to rat on me to the cops or anything. So it's okay. “ Jay tries to calm the newcomer down.

“Friends?”

“Yes. Friends forever?” Jason teasingly holds out his little finger, offering a childish oath that he recently taught his padawan.

“Forever.” The boy supports the oath, and then, after thinking for a second, leans closer to Todd and whispers. "I'm Danny, just so you know."

“Good. I'll remember.”

The young fae is overcome with euphoria. He took the name! He did it! But that was all the other boy had, apart from a rusty tire iron, so it probably wasn't right or friendly to keep it. The human cub helped him. Danny couldn't keep such a gift. He didn't even really try to get his name. “Jason is your name.”

“That's right, buddy.”

“I won't call you that name.” Where I come from, even spouses rarely know each other's names. Danny wanted to assure his friend that he should not be afraid that he would abuse his power. “ I like you so I will take full responsibility for the possession of such a gift, don't worry.”

“Hah, in order to take responsibility, you already need to at least marry me as a moral compensation, given the number of brain cells killed by your antics. “

“Well, if I have to, then I will. When we're older.”

Jason snorts and shakes his head. It's probably not love, since they're just kids, but still, Jason thinks that if all autumn evenings were like this, he wouldn't mind spending his life with Danny, snuggling closer to the boy while they both bask under the same blanket. No matter how many times a day they managed to roll in the mud and fall into the trash can, the boy always gave off a light scent reminiscent of spring greens, which reminded Todd of something warm and cozy. Maybe a home? Although when his father was not in prison yet, his house smelled more like the stench of cigarette smoke and mold.  So Danny was more like a hope for a good home that they write about in books.

On their free evenings Jason usually entertained them by reading. Danny has always been an attentive listener, reacting vividly. After stroking the battered cover of a new book he found, Jason puts it aside. He's too tired today, and  just wants to listen.

Noticing this, Danny begins to chirp about his homeland. His stories are like fairy tales, too bright and colorful for the stone Jungle. Jay realized a long time ago that his friend had something like a defense mechanism. Todd himself snapped and fought when the world was too cruel, this guy escaped to his fictional world, where he was safer and happier. His friend could have been a great writer someday. The descriptions of Princess Dorathea and her cruel brother, pharaoh with an unusual passion for technology and ultra-recyclo vegetarian queen of plants were so detailed and vivid that they seemed true. Danny's imagination contained the whole world.

When the first snowflakes fall to the ground, Danny says that this means that his friend Frostbite will soon come to pick him up. Jason is honestly not ready for such a turn of events. He promised himself that he would not be around another boy for longer than necessary, but he managed to get attached. He hopes that this statement is just another one of his companion's fantasies and forgets about it for a while.

A snowstorm is raging in the city when Danny does not return home. The snowfall does not stop for several days, and Todd realizes that his friend left him, although all his belongings are left in their apartment. He hopes that someone really came for the boy, and not that in the spring his body will be found in one of the melting snowdrifts.  After a few months, when the canned homemade vegetables carefully cooked by Danny are coming to an end, and the mold, sitting alone  in a corner of the ceiling all winter, felt the first the warm rays of the sun, Todd decides not to waste energy on useless worries and hopes.

Soon, as Danny would put it, Batman steals Jason. Todd doesn't really trust the old man at first, but he teaches him to be Robin, and, well, Robin is cool. He's magic. Robin is an urban legend, a spirit worthy of being the hero of Danny's favorite stories. Robin is Jason's connection not only to the city itself, but also to his past. Robin does not need to think about whether he should grieve not only for his mother but also for his friend. Robin is more. There is not only strength and hope in this uniform, but also memories, nostalgia and  humanness. Therefore, Todd is not ready to give up the suit, even if he understands Grayson's displeasure. Because when he goes out on a patrol, the longing becomes less, and he feels that he is getting better and closer to something important. It helps.

No.

It helped.

And then he died.

And things are getting worse by the day, hah.

~~~A few hits with a crowbar later~~~

Jason learns about a new attempt of eco-terrorism relatively late, when he is officially called to help. Even so he stays at the place of the fight before the rest of the family. Firstly, because this time Ivy decided to start destruction from the closest to Crime Alley park, and secondly because Ivy's creations always pay little attention to him. Even the famous pollen has almost no effect on Hood.

Making his way through the furiously writhing vines, Red Hood notices the enemy and realizes that it is not Ivy, but decides that he will analyze the situation during the battle and rushes forward.

“Hey! Don't touch B, you.. “Almost flying into a guy with such a familiar face, the Hood slows down sharply “... pointy-eared.”

A guy with sparkling green energy in his hand and a vigilante with a pistols in each hand freeze looking at each other.

“Man, is it you?”

Snow-white hair, glowing green eyes, transparent dragonfly-like wings and razor-sharp claws are completely unfamiliar to Todd, but facial features, expressions and a bracelet with star pendants that Jay gave Danny for his birthday, adorning one of the impressive polished horns, allow to recognize him.

“Jay! It's been a long time, my friend.” Hearing Todd's voice, despite the sound changed by the helmet, the creature calms down. “You've grown up a lot.”

“And you're still so short. Wow. And, by the way, I can't believe you're still keep it.” Red puts the safety of the guns and then points one of them at the jewellery. “It's from a dollar store, nothing special.”

John says goodbye to the hope of a day off after the mission, cursing the manners of the bat and his offspring. Is a couple of days without the risk of interdimensional conflict really that too much to ask for?

“You gave it to me. That's why it's special.”

The creature smiles and Todd feels his face blushing. It's a good thing he's still wearing his helmet. Danny looks too…magical…in every sense.

“Do you know him, Hood?” Of course, Bat cannot stay out of the conversation when nothing is holds him back.

“No.”

“Yes.”  Danny denies the statement of Hood, proudly puffs out his chest and declares. “He was my first. He calls himself Hood these days? How strange.”

Bat gasps and exhales indignantly.

Jason quickly connects the fact that his friend is definitely not human with the possibility that Danny's stories were true.

“Name!” Trying to fix the chaos that his friend is trying to involve them in, Red Hood hurries to explain. “He's talking about damn name. I'm the first one who gave...”

“Oh, come on, spoilsport. He almost believed me.” The fairy winks playfully and Jason has to do his best to focus on the mission and not on the guy. “You're my betrothed anyway. And, hey, I collected the library as a wedding gift.”

“Hm.” Hood rolls his eyes. This joke about their childhood promise would have been hilarious if he hadn't felt the old man's rising pressure behind his back. So, returning to the problem, he still needs to get these two away from each other as soon as possible. Neither Danny nor Bruce has a calm personality, and Jason didn't want to start Danny's acquaintance with Alfred by giving first aid to these dummies. “So what's all the fuss about? Are you like um.. Ivy's pet-pixie or what?”

Now John Constantine, who carefully watched the meeting from the sidelines, almost feels his blood pressure rising too. Compare faeries with garden pests. What was Batman's son thinking about, showing such disrespect? He wanted them to have more problems or what?

“Hm? Who is Ivy? I've never heard of her. To be honest, I'm only here because our gate was disturbed.” The fairy chirped angrily and, with a nervous flutter of his wings, flew up to the bushes. His finger pointed accusingly at the crushed mushrooms that John and Batsy had landed on when they unsuccessfully attacked Dr. Isley. “But even though your companions' behavior is inexcusable, I don't blame you, of course. I am glad that we met again because of this incident, Tagetes.”

The Faerie circle...John hadn't seen this in years. Damn Gotham. He difenetly doesn't want the problems of this crazy city to fall under his and Shazam's responsibility. Now it is clear why Rogue disappeared so quickly. She probably knew about it and wanted to make them someone else's problem. Damn it twice, John should have sent a message instead of coming to Gotham to discuss business with Wayne. Being uninvited guests of such mischievous and malicious hosts does not bode well.

“You are lucky that the Fright Knight is not on duty today. But someone will have to answer for it. Is it really so hard to look at your feet? Or is this a deliberate provocation? I demand an apology.”

“No, enough games for you. They're a little busy chasing someone, in case you didn't notice.” Jason starts pulling on his friend's hand, intending to take him out of the park. Next to these paranoids, it's better not to ask an old friend about anything. “Only good little fairies are invited to my safe house to taste my signature lasagna today, so stop trying to give my old man a heart attack, okay?”

“Wait. Is this Willis?” The fairy's eyes narrow and he looks at the cloaked dark figure with disapproval.

"No, another jerk. B has a problem with adoptions and that's the reason I'm now part of his brood." Jason reluctantly explains. "He literally dragged me off the streets without consent after I tried to take the tires off his car."

“Oh my Ancients, he did what?! But you're mine! He had no right to steal you.” Danny indignantly rustled the leaves of the closest trees.

“I prefer to be considered as my own man, thank you very much.”

“Riiight…but still, speaking absolutely one hundred percent theoretically, who would you rather stay with, darling? If only you were mine~”

“Ja-..Don't let yourself be fooled, Red Hood. You can't trust him. Ten or even fifty years spent on a prank don't mean anything to this creature.” Bruce doesn't look happy with how at ease Todd is with the threat, but frankly, he rarely looks happy at all, so the crime lord doesn't attach too much importance to it.

"Wow. Rude. This is partially true, but it still hurts. Jason is a friend. I won't do anything to him and I don't demand anything from him. I can't say that about the rest of you. I was preparing for a long-awaited vacation, and because of your fuss I have a new bunch of paperwork to do. What can you say in your defense?"

The boy with the snow-white hair didn't look really upset, but just because there was still a smile on his face, it couldn't be said that he wasn't furious. Next to fairies, all human senses became enemies, not allies.

Despite the deceptive good-naturedness of merrily fluttering his wings guy, John was on high alert. Short-tempered, playful and obnoxious temperament were both a blessing and a curse when working with these creatures. Fairies skillfully searched for loopholes in contracts and in general were the best deceivers among those who could only tell the truth. Faeries prefer to bend victims to their will with words, but they are skilled users of the magic of nature and chaos. They also, despite the business acumen as strong as the alligator's mouth closing strength, were willing to play cat-and-mouse with those who dared to turn to him for help or just walk near their possessions. And this specimen was also clearly not one of the fairies that Morningstar had taken over control, since his energy reeked of Infinite Realms. Unknown territory. John urgently needs to come up with some ingenious plan to get everyone out of this fighting safe and relatively unscathed and…

“Fuck off, B. I told you he already has my name. If he wanted to hurt me, he would have done it at any time. You should show more respect for your future son-in-law, you know.”

“Jason, honey, since when do street rats hang out with bats?” Danny obviously didn't have much sympathy for the Gotham vigilante before, but because of his story, their chances of getting along tended to zero.

“Oh, come on, don't even start this conversation. What is more important…Who would I rather stay with? Hm…Let's say, um, theoretically, of course…If your fiance was killed by one very very bad cruel clown, what would you do, Stardust?

"I would tear clown molecule by molecule."

“Yes, yes! Right!” Jason pats Danny on the shoulder and turns to Batman. “See, that's how you should have reacted.”

Constantine: …What an Addams family. I'm leaving. I've already seen enough. If you get kidnapped, don't call me. Damn freaks.

Come with me now to see my world

Where there's beauty beyond your dreams

Strangers Like Me - Phil Collins

[mcuamerica]

Loving Flames | Part Two

Pairing: Eris x Reader

Summary: You leave Under the Mountain, going back to the Night Court... but there's a certain red head that still plagues your mind Requested by anon here.

Warnings: 18+ only, canon level violence, alludes to SA, Rhys is an asshole in this, a bit of angsty fluff and a lot of angst, slight claustrophobia, PTSD, (not proofread), let me know if anything was forgotten...

Word Count: 4k

Disclaimer: I do not own SJM’s characters, only the ones I create for the purpose of this story. This is a work of fiction. I do not give permission to repost my work on any other platform or medium. Please be respectful.

Dividers from @saradika

Part One

You were in that room for the next 8 years, only going out when Amarantha commanded you to watch the tortures she knew you’d be tormented by the most. The faeries that had wings. Children. Families. You stood by Eris’s side, forced to watch as you clung to his arm. Your nails dug into his biceps so often when she was the most brutal that he had small scars there.

And his back, now. When he came back to the room from the healer that night, his entire back and chest was bandaged.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He said to you when he found you with tears in your eyes, sitting on the bed.

“I couldn’t let her hurt you anymore. Not when it wasn’t your fault.” You said.

“She could still hurt you. She could command you out and force you to be whipped.” He said.

“I’d rather me than you.” You whispered, your knees tight to your chest.

“I wouldn’t.” He whispered. “I won’t be able to stand back and watch if she hurts you.” He said.

“Then kill her.” You simply stated, your eyes unfocused on the rug beneath the bed. “She can’t hurt you. Can’t have anyone else hurt you. Kill her and the threat ends.” You said.

Eris swore, ensuring the door was shut. He walked over to you, kneeling at your side. You felt him take your cheeks in his hands, forcing you to look at him. “You can’t say things like that out loud… you have to be careful.” He said. “I won’t let her hurt you… and I promise to get you out of this room one day.”

Eris wasn’t able to keep that promise. Not until Feyre came along. But, with the tensions between the Autumn and the Spring Court, he didn’t help her at all. And you were confined to your room for all of it other than Feyre’s trials.

When Amarantha finally died, thanks to Tamlin, you felt your tattoo dissolve against your skin. You nearly collapsed on the ground at the thought of leaving this gods-forsaken mountain. Of never seeing it again. Of never being trapped in a bedroom again, or any room. Of feeling the wind against your skin.

But that meant leaving Eris. Once Rhys told you when you would leave, you went to the room. Your prison and sanctuary for so long. “Eris.” You whispered.

He turned around from where he stood before the dresser, contemplating if he wanted to burn the clothing. “I thought you’d be gone by now.” He said.

“I can’t leave without saying goodbye.” You said, nervously playing with your fingers. “I’m going to miss you…” you whispered, silver lining your eyes.

Eris looked at you again, immediately before you. He took your cheeks in his hands. “Don’t do that.” He whispered. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying. I don’t want to go to the Night Court if it means I can’t be with you.” You whispered. “You were the best thing about this Mountain. The only thing that kept me sane.” You said, tears falling from your eyes.

Eris, tears welled in his own eyes, shook his head. “You will go to the Night Court. And if the Autumn Court ever needs an emissary, you will always be welcome.” He whispered. “You will live a good, happy life. One you don’t want me in.” He said.

“But I do.” You whispered. “I need you in my life, Er.” You said louder.

“Then come find me once you’re settled. You’ll be welcomed. But if for one moment you resent what you went through down here, if you resent me for what I did, please… spend your time with your family. In your home.” Away from his family. Away from the cruelty you would endure under his father. Especially if he knew you were mates.

You sniffed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. "Thank you. For everything." You whispered, holding onto him tight. He held onto you like his life depended on it. This may very be the last time Rhys lets him see you. And he would remember the moment for the rest of his life.

You finally pulled away, wiping at the tears in your eyes. "I'll come back for you, Eris Vanserra." You said to him, cupping his cheek.

"And I'll never forget you, Princess." He said.

You let out a watery laugh before letting go over him, taking a few steps back before you turned around and left to the upper levels of the mountain. Where you would go home with Rhys. You knew in your heart, in your soul, that you would see Eris again. And not just for courtly activities, but as friends. And maybe... if you found the strength.. more.

You stayed in the Night Court, in Velaris, for four years. Meeting with Eris only for court purposes. And even then, Azriel, Cassian, or Rhys would be by your side, leading you away from them. No matter how much you tried to convince Rhys, and the others, that Eris never harmed you Under the Mountain, no one believed you. Expect for Mor, surprisingly. She was pretty easy to convince he did nothing to you, never laid a hand on you to harm you.

You were serving as the ever dotting Princess of the Night Court when the events with Feyre and her sisters happened. While each one of them tackled a challenge of her own, and ended up with their mates. Everyone was happy... You had a nephew and a family that adored you. And yet something was still missing.

You secretly wrote to Eris every week, it becoming your favorite time when one of his letter's would appear next on your nightstand. They became increasingly intimate, but never crossed the line of love.

One day, just a few months after Elain and Lucien's wedding/mating ceremony, Rhys said the Court would be meeting with Eris at the House of Wind. And while you were to stay in your old bedroom up there, you were not allowed to see him.

"Rhys, I'm not a child." You said, crossing your arms. "I'm the Princess of the Night Court. I should be there when you plot with our allies."

"Eris is not our ally... we have a tentative agreement with him." Rhys countered.

"That's the definition of an ally." You retorted. "And besides, I know him better than you all."

"You know him from the time he held you captive-"

"The time Amarantha held me captive," You corrected.

Rhys ignored you, continuing on, "You are biased."

You took a deep breath. "I will not be kept from this courts happenings because you believe me to be fragile. And I am certain Feyre will not agree with you locking me up in my room while you talk with the Heir to the Autumn Court." You said.

Rhys narrowed his eyes, but caved and said he would allow you to be present. Only if Azriel stayed by your side the entire night. You agreed, as Azriel was one of your closest friends and hadn't been as protective as the rest of them when it came to Eris. Maybe it's because his shadows detected you were telling the truth. Maybe they were keeping an eye on you all Under the Mountain for all those years. But either way, you didn't argue with having Azriel by your side.

Taking a deep breath, you smoothed down the loose pants and tight fitting shirt you had on. Your flats matched the attire perfectly, incorporating Night Court black with Autumn Court red. You even did your makeup and hair a little bit more like the Autumn Court style. You hadn't seen Eris since the war with Hybern two years ago. While you kept contact with him, you were excited to see him.

You walked out to the main sitting area where the meeting would be held. Eris was standing there, in an Autumn green tunic and tight fitting pants. His red hair was tousled slightly, and shorter than the last time you saw it. Lucien was next to him, and the rest of your family was scattered around the room.

As Eris turned to you and gave you that smile you missed so much, a string snapped on your gut. Your eyes widened slightly as you felt the bond become even stronger than before. He must have noticed, because you saw his breath hitch.

“Eris,” you whispered, tears brimming your eyes. “It’s good to see you.” You blinked a few times, taking a deep breath to keep your composure. If you and Eris showed any affection here, Rhys would probably throw Eris off the balcony.

“You too, princess.” He said it just above a whisper.

The rest of the room looked between the two of you, all of the tension in the room because of you.

“Come on,” Azriel said, causing you to flinch at his un expected touch. “Let’s sit down.” He whispered and then walked you over to the couch. You kept your eyes on Eris, heart beating out of your chest. To the rest of them, they probably thought you were terrified to see him. Even if you had been completely fine with seeing him in the past.

Rhys walked in with Feyre, narrowing his eyes as he saw Eris staring at you. And you staring back. But you were sat next to Azriel, Eris on the other side of the room, so he let it go. “Okay, let’s talk about how you’re planning to kill your father.” He said.

“Thank you for your warm welcome into your home.” Eris said, voice dripping with sarcasm as he finally tore his eyes from you and looked to your brother.

“My home.” Nesta corrected. The House of Wind was her and Cassian’s now. Azriel was in the Town Home with Gywn and you stayed with Feyre and Rhys in the River House.

“You truly have a plan to kill your father?” Lucien said. Your father. As he recently learned Helion was his dad and not Beron.

“Yes, it’s been in the works for sometime. And Autumn is in a good position right now for a take over.” He said, leaning back in the single chair he was in.

Cauldron, he looked magnificent. He had bulked up more, his biceps threatening to tear the undershirt he wore. You wouldn’t put it past him to wear a tighter shirt to show off. Or was it to impress you? Either way, you couldn’t help but admire him. The way his hair fell onto his forehead, even though it should’ve been slicked back. How the pants fit his thighs just right. And gods, the way that smirk played on his tips as he talked about his plans. He was happy to kill his father. He was doing it for you, though you didn’t know it.

You barely heard a word of what they said as you watched Eris. Your eyes never left him. To the others, again, it looked as if you were scared. But as Azriel glanced between the two of you, and caught some stolen looks from Eris to you, he knew it wasn’t fear that was keeping you quiet. It was affection. You couldn’t think of what to say, so you sat quietly and listened. Or, Azriel thought you were listening. You were just admiring your mate.

Eris was your mate. And you couldn’t wrap your head around it. He must have known… and not told you because of the tensions between Autumn and a Night. But still, how long had he known? Did he know when you were Under the Mountain? Before? Is that the only reason he was kind to you?

Thoughts raked your brain as you spiraled down into your mind, and Azriel was the first to notice your short breathing. “(Y/N)?” Azriel whispered.

You looked up to him, finally breaking your stare from your mate. “Do you want to leave?” He asked.

You shook your head, leaning back in the love seat as you finally started to listen to what they had to say.

Eris would kill his father within the week. And he was requesting help from the Night Court to help him do it. It would be by poison, at an Autumn ball in three days. That each Night Court member would be at. And everyone would play their part.

So, as you listened to the plan, you couldn’t help but wonder what this would mean for you. Would Eris want you to be his mate if he was High Lord? He certainly didn’t say anything to you… maybe he was just being nice because mates shouldn’t hurt each other. Maybe he doesn’t want anything to do with you.

You blinked as everyone stood up, and Rhys shook Eris’s hand tentatively. He whispered a ‘if you betray us, you die’ that wasn’t even a whisper, everyone heard it. And then Rhys walked out. You glanced to Azriel as everyone else walked out besides Eris.

“Az… can you give us a moment?” You asked quietly. Azriel looked between you and Eris skeptically. You noticed as his ears perked and his eyes widened slightly as his shadows told him something.

He gave a slight nod. “I’ll be right outside.” He said before turning around to leave. Once he was out of the room, you ran over to Eris. You slung your arms around his neck as he pulled you close to his chest, his arms around your waist in an instant.

“I’ve missed you.” You whispered against his neck.

You felt him smile against the top of your head, pressing a soft kiss there. “Me too, princess.” He whispered.

“How long have you known?” You asked as you pulled away. “About the bond?” Your voice was shaking, your eyes hoping for a good explanation.

“Since before your mother died… your first introduction to the Courts with your father. It snapped for me the moment I saw you.” He said and cupped your cheek when you pulled away. “I didn’t want to tell you because I knew we couldn’t be together. Your father would never allow it. Your brother certainly wouldn’t.” He said.

“You didn’t think to tell me Under the Mountain?” You asked. You weren’t hurt about his secrecy, surprisingly. He had been protecting you for years. How could you be mad at him?

“I did… I wanted to so many times. But I didn’t want to force it on you down there. Or make it seem like I was trying to win you over. I just wanted you safe. And if Amarantha knew you were my mate, she might have done something to hurt you…” He said.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see it until now.” You said, leaning your forehead against his.

“I don’t want anyone to know. Not until my father is dead and he has no chance of using you against me.” Eris whispered.

“I want to accept it.” You whispered. “As soon as we’re both safe.” You told him, searching his eyes.

Neither of you had been remotely intimate. Hugging and sharing a bed was the extent to how you interacted Under the Mountain and after too. But now, you wanted to do everything with him. Wanted to kiss him, feel his warm lips on yours. You wanted him inside you, his flaming body against yours as you connected in a way no one else could. You wanted him to be your mate, officially. You wanted everything with him. Including children. A kingdom to rule, if he’d have you as his Lady.

Eris’s face at your words softened even more, tears lining his eyes. “Soon, I promise. But we will wait until after my father dies.” He said. “And when I am High Lord, we will accept it in whatever way you want. A large ceremony. A small one. You could give me a tree nut and I would be happy.” He said. “As long as I can be with you.”

“I don’t care. I just want to be your mate.” You told him.

“I’m glad we agree.”

After that week, and after the ball where Eris's father "unexpectedly" died from a heart problem, Beron's powers were passed to Eris. And now, the heir of the Autumn Court was no more, instead, he was the High Lord of Autumn. Your mate.

While you wanted to immediately mate him, Eris wanted to establish his court before announcing his Lady of Autumn. So, you needed to distract yourself. And it happened that Tarquin invited you to the Summer Court to help strategize their rebuilding of the city. In reality, you were going for a vacation to relax. And distract yourself.

So, as you were packing your bag, Rhys knocked on the door.

You turned, giving your brother a small smile.

"You sure you want to leave?" He asked you.

"Yes, I can't wait to lay on the beach and relax for two weeks." You said happily.

"I'm sure it's been hard for you this past week," he said.

“Why?” You asked, zipping up your bag before turning towards him.

“Because… of having to be around Eris.” Rhys said, as if it were obvious. Though, while it was hard being around Eris, he thought it was because of how Eris hurt you. For you, it was hard because you wanted to tell the world about your mate. And you couldn’t.

“It wasn’t, not for the reason you’re implying.” You said. “I like spending time with Eris. And I’ve told you countless times before, he never hurt me.” You said.

“He locked you away in a room.” He said.

“Amarantha locked me away in a room.” You said.

“Because of Eris. Because he was trying to get you outside.”

“Because of her. Not Eris. He was being whipped and I made a decision to not let him suffer.”

“Why?” Rhys demanded. “Why make yourself a prisoner for him? Why not let him bleed? He’s not a good male.”

“He is!” You said. “You see what you want to, Rhys. You can assume all you want to but I spent 50 years with him. He never once touched me without asking. Never once crossed a line. And he didn’t even do it because he was scared of you. He did it because he respects me. And he cares for me.” You said.

“Why would he? When you’re the sister of his enemy? He wouldn’t do anything if it wasn’t for his benefit?” He asked.

You took a deep breath. “He’s not as selfish as he seems, Rhys.” You said, crossing your arms. “Why did you help Feyre when she was the betrothed to your enemy?” You asked.

“That’s different. Feyre is my mate.”

You paused for a moment, trying to choose your words carefully. “But no matter how cruel of a male you seemed to the outside, you were always kind to her… other than making her drink on faerie wine and parading her around at night.” You said. “Eris never did that to me…”

“He still kept you with him all those years. He could’ve given you away, let you stay with me. He could’ve-“

“He was protecting me.” You simply stated.

“Why?”

“Because I’m his mate!” You yelled. You knew you were screwed the moment the words left your mouth. Why did you just say that?

Rhys blinked. The only way he showed his shocked. “No, he isn’t.” He said.

“Yes he is. The bond snapped for me last week.” You said. “Before he was High Lord.”

“He’s tricked you. You can’t be his mate.” He said.

“My walls are stronger than yours, Rhysand. He couldn’t trick me if he wanted to. I am his mate. And he is mine. And he took care of me when no one else did.” You said, holding your head high. “As soon as I get back from Summer, I am going to Autumn and offering him food.” You said.

“And what? Leave your home? For that family? For him?” Rhys growled.

“For my mate. For the male that protected me and helped me and kept me sane for 50 years. For him, the male I love.” You said.

“No,” Rhys said, shaking his head. “He isn’t your mate. He must have tricked you… you won’t be going to Autumn.” He said.

You rose your eyebrows. “And how are you going to stop me?” You asked.

“I won’t let you leave.” He said.

“What are you going to do? Restrict me to the Night Court?” You asked. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

“Why?”

“To protect you.”

“That’s not protection, Rhys. That’s imprisonment.” You said, searching his eyes. It occurred to you then that he might not be kidding. Rhys was notoriously protective of you. And he would go to far lengths to keep you from harm in his mind.

“You won’t leave this room, (Y/N), unless you promise you won’t go to Autumn.” He said.

“I won’t promise that. I’m not going to stay away from my mate.” You said. “And you can’t keep me here.”

“I will.” He said, taking a step out of your room.

“And what are you going to do? Block my path all night?” You asked, seething.

“No. There are wards around your room now. If you try to leave, you’ll see what happens.” He said.

Your eyes widened at the thought of being trapped in a room. “What?” You asked, your voice cracking.

“Unless you agree to never accept the bond with Eris, you’ll be in this room. And the wards won’t let anyone else but me in and out.” He said.

Your breathing started to quicken, walking towards the door but stopping right in front of it. “Rhys, do not lock me in this room.” You said, tears brimming your version.

“Do you promise to not go to Autumn? To not mate with Eris?” He asked.

“No.” You said quietly.

“You’re meant to be gone for two weeks. I’ll come back then to see if you’ve changed your mind.” He said.

“Rhys, please.” You begged, stepping forward again. You watched as he walked away, your breath catching in your throat.

“Rhys!” You yelled, taking a step to leave the room but coming in contact with a clear hard wall. “Rhys!” You sobbed, backing on the invisible door. You took a step back, trying to find your breath. “Rhysand!” You yelled again, only for your door to slam shut in front of you.

You fell to the floor, banging on the door. “Rhys!” You begged again, leaning your forehead against the. Your vision blurred, the walls closing in on you. Suddenly, you were back Under the Mountain. Trapped in that room with no wind or no windows. Eris healing from his wounds.

Your sobbed shook your body as you tried to breath. You closed your eyes as you sunk to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest.

"Rhysand!" You let out a scream, so primal and raw that your throat strained.

You continued shaking, sobbing, hyperventilating as you rock yourself back and forth. You tried to convince yourself you were safe. You weren't hurt. But you couldn't leave. Couldn't get out of this room if you tried. You couldn't see your mate.

Your sobs overtook your breaths as you lost focus, shaking at the feeling of desperation. You were trapped in this room. You couldn't get out. Wouldn't get out unless you promised something terrible to your brother. Your brother who you thought loved you. But someone who loved you wouldn't do this. They wouldn't trap you in a room after what happened Under the Mountain. What would Feyre do when she found out about this? Would Rhys keep you here longer than 2 weeks? Would you be trapped here forever.

The walls continued closing in on you as your mind spiraled deeper and deeper. When you had the strength to open your eyes, the room was dark. Your powers couldn't get you out, but they consumed you. The darkness wasn't welcomed though. It only made your breath quicken more. No light. No windows. No Eris.

How would you live like this?

Part Three

A/N: GODS this was a good one to write... can you imagine what Eris is going to do when he finds out what Rhys did????

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PLEASE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

CARDAN. ISN’T. A. SOFT. DUMB. BABYGIRL. BOOKTOK CHARACTER.

HE TORE A FUCKING FAERY’S WING WITHOUT ANY REACTION!!

i just hate how mischaracterised cardan greenbriar is. yes, i love how jude is the dominant one, and stronger, smarter, and what not. cardan too would agree! but the thing is, cardan is not just a soft book boyfriend. no.

he is cruel. the book is literally named the cruel prince.

[inkedinshadows]

3 with Azriel but make it a play instead to stay in canon timeline

Theater seats

Pairing: Azriel x f!reader

Word count: 603

Warnings: none

3 - there’s no more seats in the living room, so one of them has to sit in the lap of the other for movie night with friends

(fluff writing game)

“Azriel, we can't,” you insisted again. For the tenth time. “We can ask for a refund and come back another time.”

“No,” he replied stubbornly. His fingers tightened around yours as he continued walking down the aisle, searching for your seats.

You had no choice but to follow him.

“But—”

“It's not our fault they oversold the tickets,” he interrupted. “I won't let it ruin our date. You've been looking forward to this play, so now we're watching it.”

“Oh yeah? And where am I supposed to sit, Az?” you retorted. “On the floor?”

You reached your row. As the box office attendants had warned, there was only one empty seat left. The one that was supposed to be yours was already occupied by another girl with a beautiful pair of iridescent, delicate wings.

This section of the theater was actually reserved for winged faeries, with no rows behind it so their wings wouldn't block the view for others. It was also open to their partners, though, and when you had bought the tickets, you'd made sure to reserve two seats.

Apparently, something had gone wrong. The theater was packed, and many people—not just you—found themselves without a seat. They'd been sent home with a refund and a booking for another night. But no one had dared to turn Azriel away when he asked to be let in.

Azriel took his seat, adjusted his wings around the cushioned chair, and tugged your hand until you were standing in front of him.

“Not on the floor, love,” he corrected. A smirk appeared on his face. “On my lap.”

Your eyes widened. “Azriel!”

His hands slid around your waist, trying to pull you down, but you resisted.

“We can't do that!”

He frowned. “Why not?”

You stared at him. “It's inappropriate!”

Despite your hushed tone, the girl in the next seat glanced at you before quickly turning her attention back to the empty stage. Azriel noticed, and before you could stop him, he addressed her.

“Pardon me,” he said. His tone was polite, but you recognized the playful gleam in his eyes. “Would it bother you if my mate sat on my lap to watch the play?”

The girl blinked, then turned to him. “Oh, um… no?” she answered, slightly perplexed. “As long as you're comfortable, I guess…”

Azriel nodded. “Thank you.”

He turned back to you with a knowing smile. Told you so, that smile seemed to say.

“Come on, love,” he coaxed you. “We're here now and it's about to start. You might as well sit.”

You sighed, but then shook your head with a small smile. Of course Azriel had found a way to make this work in his favor.

When you first met him, you never would have imagined he'd be comfortable showing affection in public. But here he was now, practically begging you to sit on his lap in a theater full of people.

When he guided you down again, you didn't resist. You settled onto his lap, leaning back against him and making yourself comfortable. If you had to spend the next two hours like this, you wanted to be at ease.

“You better behave,” you warned him, your voice low so that the girl nearby wouldn't hear. “No wandering hands.”

An arm slid around your waist, pulling you even closer. “Of course,” he murmured in your ear. “I'll behave, my love. I promise.”

You hoped you could believe him this time.

He kissed your cheek, then gently turned your face toward the stage.

“Now shh,” he whispered, just as the lights began to dim. “It's starting.”

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[fixated-cookies]

i would absolutely adore elder faerie sfw & nsfw headcannons... he's so wonderful and gets zero attention..

This took litterally forever for some reason, longer then he was guarding the silver tree, ughhhh

SFW

Constant vigilance, quiet longing Elder Faerie Cookie rarely lets his guard down. He stands as the barrier between the world and ancient chaos. That means your presence is a precious indulgence. Time with you is rare, and when he allows himself to rest by your side, it’s with a softness few ever see. He gazes at you as though trying to memorize the peace you bring.

Sacred touch

Every action he takes feels ceremonial. His hands never move too fast—he’s always deliberate. Whether brushing a leaf from your shoulder or bandaging a wound, his movements carry ritual-like grace. He treats you as something worthy of reverence, not possession.

Nighttime watches

He doesn’t sleep much. Not because he can’t—but because he won’t. The seal must be guarded, and so must you. There are nights where he simply watches over you from a distance, hands clasped behind his back, wings drawn in, wondering if this fragile affection is something he’s allowed to carry.

Protective but not possessive Elder Faerie Cookie isn’t the type to get jealous easily. But his protectiveness runs ancient-deep. If he ever senses you're in danger—physically or emotionally—he becomes a silent shadow at your side. And should someone dare to threaten you? His wrath is calm, but final.

NSFW

Ritualistic Intimacy Sex with Elder Faerie Cookie feels like a rite. Not in a stiff or cold way, but in the weight of how he touches you. He believes your union is something powerful, almost sacred. Every kiss is slow. Every thrust is purposeful. He whispers devotions in between each breath: “Breathe with me, my heart. I am here. I am yours.”

Chastity vs. Release Because of his duty, Elder Faerie Cookie likely went centuries without carnal touch. So when he does indulge—it’s overwhelming. For both of you. There’s a stunned reverence in how he trembles when you’re bare before him. You’ll feel it in how tight he grips your hips, how his breath hitches as he pushes in. “You are… overwhelming.”

Angelically soft dominant He’s not rough—but he leads. Expect to be positioned just so. Held in place by magic-imbued hands. Worshiped in silence. He doesn’t need to say much. His eyes, his breath, the tension in his body say it all. And if you cry out his name too sweetly? His wings twitch. He thrusts deeper. His lips find the pulse at your throat.

The positions he would you in?

Lover’s Embrace / Missionary (but divine) This is his favorite. He wants to look into your eyes, brush your hair aside, whisper against your lips as he moves slowly inside of you. "Let me see you. Every sound, every flutter of your lashes—it’s mine." His hands are always cupping your face, your hips, your belly—he’s grounding himself through you, and he wants you to feel every stroke.

Spooning / Side-by-side When he wants to comfort you and indulge in closeness. He’ll hold your hand, press soft kisses to your neck, and move slowly, possessively, keeping you close. "Feel how perfectly we fit, little one… Even like this." His voice is always in your ear, low and laced with emotion. The weight of his arm over your waist, the way his hips roll into yours—it’s like worship.

Lotus / Facing Each Other Cross-Legged Ancient, spiritual, and emotionally raw. He would sit with you in his lap, legs tangled, your arms around his neck. It’s slow, grounding, and deeply connected. "Don’t move. Stay joined with me. Let time forget us." Perfect for when he’s feeling more sacred than possessive. You’ll both be shaking by the end from how emotionally full it feels.

On Your Stomach / Full Body Press When his restraint finally cracks, and he needs you completely. He lays fully over you, chest to back, his hands locked with yours, moving deeper and deeper while whispering against your ear. "Your body sings for me—I won’t waste a single note." He’s still in control, still elegant—but the rhythm is heavier, his voice rougher, the air thick with want.

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ahhh hes so delicious!!

[moosesarecute]

Chapter 1: The first meeting

Masterlist

The female that stood before them looked tiny. She was a lot shorter than an average faerie. However, she stood proudly and held her head high. She had small wounds all over her body. Small cuts that already should have healed, but they hadn’t. It was something else that made his attention go towards her.

Her wings were mesmerizing.

They were iridescent and had a glow that lit up parts of the dark hall.

It seemed like Amarantha was just at enchanted by them as he was.

However, the female only had one and a half wing. The upper part of her left wing was sliced off. He himself only had experience with Illyrian wings and he could only imagine the pain she must have felt.

Both the physical pain, but also the pain of no longer being able to fly.

Rhysand had never seen anyone with similar wings. It seemed like most of the people around him hadn’t.

“Where are you from girl?” Amarantha asked with her most ice voice. Even the slight threat made her nervous, and Rhys knew she wasn’t comfortable at the moment.

“Dawn,” the female answered proudly. Something about the way she presented herself felt familiar. It made him understand that she was carrying an act. The female was convincing and it seemed like only he was able to detect her unsureness.

Amarantha sent an icy glance over to Thesan and Rhys could almost feel the panic grow within the High Lord. Thesan had hidden someone for twenty years. Rhys had done the same. He only hoped Amarantha never would learn about the city he kept hidden.

“And why haven’t you presented yourself to me before now?”

It amazed him that the female didn’t even flinch as Amarantha questioned her. She did her best to look as calm as she was the moment she walked in. She still stood tall and proudly. She had definitely been trained in this. Her trainer had to be good.

“We only leave our territory when our High Lord call for us. It’s not something he does often. We got a letter, a false request from our High Lord, and we went to meet him. On the way there, we got captured.”

“Who is we?”

“My general and I. They killed him.”

Lethal. She spoke with lethal precision. Precision he had only heard from one person before.

“Rhysand,” Amarantha spoke, and he almost got shivers down his back. “Is she telling the truth?”

He hated going into people’s minds without permission, but he didn’t have a choice. He reached out to the female’s mind and immediately hit a solid wall of…tulips?

Confusion spread through him and he was about to pull out of her mind when a small hole opened and he got sucked inn instead.

“Sarah?” you yelled as loudly you possibly could.

Little two year old Sarah had just learned to fly and she tended to disappear every time you looked away. Normally that would be okay, but being eight months pregnant and running after a two year old wasn’t easy.

It didn’t help that flying made you throw up.

“Sarah?”

She still didn’t answer, so you picked up the bottom of your dress and started running. Normally running barefoot through the forest would be calming for you, but now you did your best to not freak out.

You looked behind every tree and stone and did your best to try to smell her.

“Sarah? Please! It’s dinner time soon.”

You stopped to catch your breath and that’s when your heard her.

“That’s my mommy,” her cute little voice sang from your right and you were so lucky you had found her.

You had gone through 15 terrible twos, this would not be the time where you lost a child.

You turned and expected to find Sarah talking to some flowers or maybe a bird, but to your total horror a male was crunched down in front of her.

He stood up the second he saw you. He was extremely tall and he had huge bat like wings. He held Sarah’s small hand and even though her arm was over her head, he still had to lean down a little to not lift her off the ground. His gaze was soft, but he couldn’t fool you.

You charged towards him and almost threw yourself at him. He only faltered a couple of steps and that annoyed you. However, he let go of Sarah’s hand. You picked her up and immediately flew away.

The nausea hit you immediately, but you didn’t care. Your toddler was safe and angry in your arms and that was all that mattered.

However, you couldn’t help to notice the wind brushing over your skin softer than usual.

Perhaps it wasn’t wind…

Was it shadows?

“Y/N,” Sky’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. “I think we both know what you need.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you answered him.

Sky was the person in the world that knew you better than anyone. You knew he knew you were lying, but you didn’t care. You shouldn’t be wishing for more than you already had.

“Come on,” he answered and dragged you up and out of your house.

The two of you flew all the way to the edge of your territory and when you reached the shield, you landed beside each other.

“Go for it,” he said. “I’ll be home when you get back. But please, Y/N, you need this.”

He then flew away before you even had the change to hesitate.

He wanted you to go out of the safety barrier. He wanted you to explore and find your happiness again.

It had been almost 150 years. 150 years where you had felt stuck and helpless. Years where your wings had been glowing less and less. To the point where even the healers started to worry.

You had thought about leaving many times before. You had written about it in your journal but never told anyone. You realized that Sky probably had read your journal and decided to yell at him for it later, but it would have to wait.

You were going on an adventure.  

You walked up to the magical shield and felt the familiar feeling of it pressing against you. You had gone that far at least a hundred times before, but never further.

This time, you did.

You pushed against the magic until it unexpectedly let go of you. You fell through and landed face first on the ground.

That didn’t matter.

You stood up and let out a crazy laugh.

You had done it!

You had gone out!

Finally! Finally! Finally!

The weather was beautiful.

The energy that filled you were almost foreign. You felt lighter and suddenly air filled your chest quite a lot easier than before.

You were out! You had finally gone out!

It didn’t take long before you started to wander around. The trees had grown taller and the meadow you used to play with your kids in was overgrown with flowers. Your body lead the way, you didn’t even need to think about where you were going.

The safety barrier that was put around your race’s territory was definitely helpful and the best for most of you. However, going back out and feeling the same amount of freedom you had taken for granted was a new amazing feeling.

The nature almost seemed more magical.

You decided to not wander too far away this first time, so you stopped in the familiar meadow and sat down to collect some flowers. You were going to give them to Sky. Both as a thank you for pushing you to go out, but also as something he and Coral could decorate their house with.

However, in the newfound bliss and happiness, you forgot to watch your surroundings. One moment you were smiling from ear to ear and the next, you crashed down, face first into the ground with an arrow stuck in your shoulder.

It only took you half a second to check, but your wings were luckily unharmed, for now.

“Think you could hide from us forever?”

It wasn’t surprising that the bounty hunters went against the High Lord and kept on looking for you and your family, but it still terrified you.

The small freedom you felt only lasted a couple of minutes and then you were back to being pretty much terrified.

A harsh arm pushed the arrow even deeper into your arm. It took all the power in you not to scream. You gritted your teeth so hard your jaw felt like it was breaking.

“You know how much people would pay for your pretty wings, little fly?” a voice whispered into your ear. The arrow had definitely been poisoned by something, and you felt yourself grow too weak to react. You only kept your wings as tight against your back as possible. “I hear losing your wings would be quite a painful death, so I’ll let the poison work a little longer before I start the carving.”

Your heart sunk deep into your stomach. It was the worst way to go. The wings carried healing and life. When someone lost their wings, they would die. Losing even just a piece of a wing enough to cause significant slower healing. The wings did however also heal others. That’s why you had gone through years of breeding and years of hiding from bounty hunters. The wings could heal all physical wounds. Even people seconds away from death had been able to continue living their lives without harm.

When the wings were detached from the body, the soul would slowly move through all parts of the body before it eventually escaped.

Tears started leaving your eyes, but you were otherwise too weak to even think about moving. The wound at your shoulder almost didn’t even hurt anymore and you could almost only hear your heartbeat. You did your best to stay upright, but you felt yourself lean deeper and deeper into the arms of the bounty hunter.

“I think I’ll start now,” he said and you could distantly hear the sound of him drawing his blade. You waited for the pain, but it didn’t come. The poison had luckily dampened also the feeling of the soul’s last trip. Or that is what you thought.

The rough arms of the bounty hunter was suddenly exchanged by soft touch.

“I got you,” a new distant voice spoke. Even as distant as you felt, you still heard the softness in his voice. However, the calming of the softness didn’t last very long. “I’m so sorry.”

The pain of the arrow being ripped out of your shoulder made you scream a weak scream. However, it only took seconds for the effect of the poison to decrease.

A textured hand carefully moved your jaw open, and while you tried to protest, a cold liquid was poured down your throat. You were certain this was what was going to kill you, but you were soon proven differently.

The fog that had taken over your mind lifted within seconds. Suddenly, you had feelings all over your body again.

You didn’t hesitate as you jumped to your weak feet and did your best to get away from you saver. However, as you turned around you noticed you had met the male before.

It was the same male with bat like wings and shadows that had found Sarah all those years ago. The Illyrian shadowsinger as your father had explained. He was supposed to be the most scary male in all of Prythian, but from what you could see, he looked only kind.

“Thank you,” you said with a small bow before you started to fly away. Even though your legs and arms were weak, your wings luckily worked.

“Wait!”

You don’t know what made you stop, but suddenly you stood on your feet and had turned to face the male once more.

“I’ll be here this time tomorrow,” he started. “If you wanted to explore without being scared of ambush.”

You ended up meeting him the day after.

And the day after that.

And the day after that.

Every day for a week.

And then every second day for a month.

And then, as often as possible for the rest of your lives.

It was dark when the meeting ended.

You had flown all the way to and through the boarder to get to Azriel. He was probably stressed because you weren’t at home on time, but he knew about the long meetings and how they never finished on time.

Smoke danced up from the chimney as you went through the front door. The heat felt incredible after such a long and cold night.

Even though the fresh smell of him told you that he was there, the shadows confirmed it. The pulled off your coat, let down your hair and left small kissed all over your skin.

“There you are,” Azriel’s soft voice sounded from the kitchen.

You walked in and immediately wrapped your arms around his waist. He turned around and hugged you back. He took his time smelling you and feeling you. You did the same with him. Then, he left the softest kiss on your forehead.

“I made dinner,” he said and started to plate up the food.

You loved it when he cooked. He had told you many times that he never cooked for anyone, but he was too good at it for that to be true. He was an expert.

The two of you sat beside each other as you ate. It had been three weeks apart this time. A week longer than you were used to, so you spent a lot of time almost sitting upon each other. That’s how you ended up in his lap as you spoke.

“Dad called you my husband today,” you started the wanted conversation carefully. “He said “Y/n’s husband is an outsider and he is definitely safe.””

Azriel’s eyes grew a little bit bigger, and his shadows tightened their grip around you slightly. You were theirs, they were trying to say.  

“How did he react when you corrected him?” he asked.

“I didn’t,” you answered as you looked directly at him.

His hand and shadows that were danced over the back of your hand and in your hair stopped immediately. Azriel moved his head so that he also looked directly at you. Hopeful. His eyes looked extremely hopeful.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” he asked hesitantly.

“If you don’t mind me saying what you think I am saying, then I am saying what you think I am saying.”

“Then, let’s get married tonight,” he answered, picked you up and immediately shadowwalked. It was like he was scared you would change your mind…again.

Rhys was mildly confused when he escaped y/n’s mind. He knew his brother was married. It wasn’t something he spoke a lot about, but it had slipped out after a night at Rita’s when basically all of their family tried to set Azriel up with a female. They were all surprised, but Rhys had never expected to meet his brother’s wife in such a situation.

He knew he needed to act fast.

“Where does Azriel’s mother live?” He asked her. The first priority: was the female telling the truth?

“Rosehall,” she answered confidently and without hesitation.

He didn’t know what he was supposed to feel by her answer. She was definitely his sister in law, and that meant his brother was still safe. But at the same time, he now had to do all in his power for this female to remain safe. He owed that to his brother.

A task easier said than done.

“She has a solid mental-shield, but she is telling the truth,” he said out loud to the entire throne-room.

“How many of you are there?” Amarantha asked Y/n next. Now that he was inside her mind, Rhys felt all the terror Y/n was feeling. It hit him like a brick wall. How the female looked calm on the outside, he didn’t know. Then, stress hit him. She would have to answer correctly so that the least amount of her people would die.

He reached out to all of the minds he could. He worked quickly, but precise as he tried to find out how many, if any, had been killed.

To his horror, a lot of casualties had happened.

“I need you to trust me. Tell her you are around 250,” he communicated as calmly as he could.

“We are around 250 people. I don’t know the exact number,” she answered. Her voice got a little shaky at the end.

“Remember to breathe as evenly as possible,” Rhys told her, and then he spoke aloud. “She’s telling the truth.”

“Does that mean 250 of my family is dead?”

“Don’t worry about that now, you have to stay focused.”

“Okay” she answered hesitantly, and Rhys hated it. He knew she understood, and it made him nauseous. 250 lives lost.

 “Well, my dear, it seems like it’s only you left.”

Tears fell from her eyes, but she didn’t give any other visible reaction to the news. Rhys was the only one to hear and feel the total devastation that took place in her mind.

“Good job,” he told her. “Just keep it up a little longer.”

“Throw her in the dungeons. I don’t care to deal with her now.”

It wasn’t often Rhys spoke against Amarantha’s orders, but this was too important.

“Act terrified when I propose my idea,” he told Y/n. Then he turned to face Amarantha. “If I may, my Lady. If they could send her to my room, I could find out more about her people and why she has such a good mental-shield.”

Y/n looked up at them with wide eyes. Eyes that showed so much emotion, even Rhys got surprised by it.

Amarantha smiled a smug smile at that.

“What a good idea,” she answered.

Two warriors then grabbed y/n’s arms and led her out and towards his chamber.

“You’ll be safe,” he told her, but his voice gave her no relief.

It had been twenty years since he had seen his family. 20 years since he locked Azriel into Velaris. 20 years of total struggle to find purpose. But now he had purpose.

He was going to protect his sister in law with his life.

It had been two days since y/n ended up Under the Mountain. Two days where Rhysand had been kept away from his room. The second he was able to, he almost ran to his room.

He opened the door and found the fire heating up the usually cold room.

Y/n sat curled in front of the fireplace. She moved her head to look at him as he walked in, but she stayed put. He wings still glowed, but it was almost dull. She looked exhausted and of the wounds that she carried two days ago, some of them still looked unhealed.

“Thank you,” she told him.

Rhys didn’t know how to answer her. He did help her survive that first meeting, but it wouldn’t be the last. He didn’t feel like he deserved to be thanked before he knew she was safe.

He looked around other parts of the room and noticed four almost untouched plates of food. They were all some kind of meat stew.

“You should eat,” he told her. He realized they must have locked her into this room and that she wasn’t able to get her food by herself. She was still a prisoner.

“I know,” she answered with a sigh. It was almost shaky. Almost as if she was crying.

It wasn’t safe to speak aloud, so he reached into her mind. He was again met with a wall of tulips, but this time it was easier to get through. He didn’t know if she let him in voluntarily or if she was just too exhausted to keep up her shields.

“Why aren’t you eating?” he asked her softly, but she still flinched a little from the surprise of having him in her head.

“It’s stupid,” was her only answer and Rhys realized he had to gain her trust.

Other than the fact that she was Azriel’s wife, he knew basically nothing about the female in front of him.

He carefully sat down beside her, feeling the warmth from the fireplace. Usually starting such conversations would be easy for him, but he felt so lost and starting a comforting and hopeful conversation wasn’t something he managed to do.

“I miss him,” he told her. Even as they were younger and separated in the years after they became warriors, he had seen his brothers at least once a year. Now, it had been twenty and he felt like the changes of ever seeing them again became smaller and smaller.

“Me too.”

They sat quietly in front of the fireplace for hours. All the conversations they needed to have could wait.

I don't really know where I am going with this series. I have the start, one thing in the middle and then an end, so we'll see what happens...

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CRK update spoilers

This update was actually insane hello??

My favorite part was honestly the side story of Pavlova and Sugarfly Cookie reflecting that of Eros and Psyche in Greek myth.

Like?? This furthers my theory of Pavlova being Eternal Sugar’s kid (since she has a lot of Aphrodite inspo, plus the babies in her reveal trailer), which is why he can’t leave as easily as Sugarfly can.

Plus his form changing when he realizes his feelings similar to the original myth??? Absolute cinema.

I also love the reveal of why Sugarfly Cookie can’t fly anymore, with it actually being from her wings being covered in syrup and not the boots like we originally thought.

This is actually a good twist, as we now know the boots are more likely what remains from her time in the Faerie Kingdom before she ran away. I was also always confused on where her wings started and her hair ended but them actually being the same is even better!!

Now, onto the yuri

First, the costumes?? (Got them both today so I’m happy lol-) not just gorgeous, but show a different narrative for the two.

The ending of ES winning is an interesting one, with Hollyberry still having a shield not to protect her loved ones, but to protect the garden and her other half. And she’s fully into it too, like she good down BAD for Eternal Sugar it’s crazy-

This ending pretty much solidifies the two as a pair, one unable to exist without the other.

God they’re so…them.

ANYWAYS CANON ENDING STUFF-

Awakened Hollyberry is gorgeous! And she’s not slim like most ppl thought (the first reveal trailer for her seemed to have a beta design, since it shares differences with the current one). Plus, I love how she disowns sloth but doesn’t dismiss Eternal Sugar. She knows that ES means well, but her perspective on happiness has been severely warped over time due to her own fears.

Despite everything, she’s willing to give ES a chance to change, but acknowledges that she’s done all she can on her end to help her. Now it’s up to Eternal Sugar to look within and make that change herself. No one can help her but herself, after all. She has to make the choice to change.

…though considering the ending, I think she got the wrong picture. It’ll probably be a while but I think she’s the closest Beast to actual possible redemption (but she’s still done some messed up stuff).

Anyways, those are my thoughts about this update. Let me know what you guys thought!

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VD! Pure Vanilla x Queen! Reader

Hi! I did this story out of motivation! I read the VD costume story/description and got inspo. I hope you like it!

(This is not me hating on any ships! Do not be rude because of ships!!)

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Words: 1,227

Fluff, angst, mention of death, no happy ending.

Cookie Run Kingdom Masterlist

♡Part 1♡

A Daymare

You have been Queen of _____ ever since your father sadly passed. It wasn’t easy since you were without full knowledge of what or how a Queen is supposed to rule. 

Thankfully, your childhood friend Pure Vanilla Cookie, King of the Faeries, comforted and lent you a hand with ruling your Kingdom.

You two met when your father took you to visit the Faerie Kingdom when you were young. Being curious, you ran off into the castle and into the garden. There, you saw another small child who appeared to be a bit older than you, possibly by a year or two. 

He had beautiful wings, golden hair, and a star mark on his forehead. But what made him interesting was his mismatched colored eyes.

From there on, you both played with the sheep’s and soon grew up with each other almost side by side. 

You both went to the same academia, went to festivals that happened in either kingdom, and you were there when he was crowned King.

Now he was by your side as always, giving you a helping hand.

After a few months, you felt guilty that Pure Vanilla had to take on many responsibilities and make time for you. However, Pure Vanilla continuously assured you that you didn’t need to feel such guilt.

Pure Vanilla has always cherished your friendship and wouldn’t want to stand by and do nothing to help. After all, your kingdoms knew how close you both were.

One year has now passed, and you are ruling your Kingdom with a newfound happiness that replaced the grief of your father. Pure Vanilla would visit whenever he could, and so did you.

It was a day that felt calm and warm.

You decided to go and visit Pure Vanilla, nothing out of the norm. However, as you made your way to his Kingdom, you felt a feeling of warmth fill your body. You knew it wasn’t because of the sun.

You’ve been slowly falling in love with Pure Vanilla. You tried to push those feelings away as you didn’t want to destroy your friendship.

However, with each passing day, it was becoming harder to manage it. 

Oh, how you just want to tell him how you felt. How each night you dreamt of him, how you panicked on the inside whenever he smiled at you, how much you loved him.

With the train of thoughts filling your head, you were surprised that you had arrived quickly to Pure Vanilla’s Castle even though you went by walking.

You entered and found Pure Vanilla in the garden with the sheep's and birds. The sunlight complimented him. You had to snap out of your thoughts of how handsome yet beautiful he was.

You two spent the day talking, playing with the animals, making small things for each other, and dining together. You were both in the library, and you looked outside and saw that it was late.

Pure Vanilla spoke, “You can spend the night here. It’s not like we haven’t spent multiple days in each other's castle before.”

You agreed since you didn’t want to get attacked by something in the dark woods. After that, you both went to retire for the night. 

The room you're staying in is the same room you’ve used every time you stayed over. As you got ready to lay and finally sleep, you saw the flower crown Pure Vanilla made for you earlier in the garden. It was made out of hydrangeas that matched his cloak.

A thought came to your head, that the crown was what made you his queen. The thought made you feel butterflies in your stomach, and you immediately shook it out of your mind and laid to rest. 

The morning sun rises, and you make your way to leave. Pure Vanilla was slightly upset that you had to leave so soon, but he knew you both needed to tend to your Kingdoms.

Once you returned to your Kingdom the both of you sent letters to each other in your free time. 

However, one sudden day, you noticed the letters from Pure Vanilla had changed. He started writing about the moonlight. He kept praising it, and soon, all the letters were about the moonlight and lilies. 

You were confused and worried about this sudden change. You told him you would be visiting him because you wanted to see the animals again and needed help with decisions. 

You thought he was fascinated by a book he read. However, deep down you felt that something was wrong.

When you arrived, he seemed like his usual calm and happy self. 

However, he continued talking about lilies, the moonlight, and his Queen…

As much as you wished it was you he was talking about, you knew very well he was talking about another Queen. 

But who?

All day, he talked and boosted about his dreams, an eternity with his Queen.

Your heart ached with every word he spoke about her. Oh, how you wished it was you he was talking about.

You decided to stay with him for the night. Curiosity has gotten the better of you.

As you waited in your chamber you heard a door opening and footsteps echoing in the halls.

You peeked your head out and followed Pure Vanilla while keeping your distance.

Soon you were deep into the woods and there were white lilies everywhere and an elegant Moonflower shrine.

You watched as Pure Vanilla walked towards the shrine.

In the shrine was the most beautiful Queen you have ever seen on Earthbread. She bathed in the moonlight, had hair that laminated like the moon, and had a gorgeous long white dress.

You now know why Pure Vanilla boasted so much about her.

She was the embodiment of ethereal beauty.

You couldn’t handle to continue watching as the king, who you dearly love, has eyes for someone else.

You went back to your chambers undetected and wrote a letter to Pure Vanilla.

The letter contained how you were grateful for the happiest time you've spent together. How you loved him but felt too embarrassed to act upon it. How you wished those letters he sent about her were about you. How you wished to be his Queen instead. How you felt ashamed to tell him this through a letter rather than in person because you couldn’t dare face him.

You left the letter on your nightstand near the hydrangea flower crown from your last visit.

You went back to your Kingdom. Most of your staff were worried about you arriving so late at night. But also how you looked so miserable when you always were filled with joy whenever you returned from Pure Vanilla.

You would stay in your castle and focus solely on your Kingdom. But even with all the duties you add to your pile, your King keeps seeping into your mind. 

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. You wonder from time to time if he has seen the letter or noticed your absence.

However, what you didn't know was that Pure Vanilla was under a love potion. The Faeries had sprinkled a drop of love potion while he slept.

Now he was in this eternal sweet daydream of being in love with the Moonlight Queen.

While you will continue to wait until this cruel nightmare is over.

~Lilly's

[pettysreverie]

Thinking about Faerie!Reader who is the jewel of faery society. Since young, the elders doted on you and your generation-mates followed you in whatever you did. You were said to be the prettiest faerie in your generation. It was rumored that you would have oh-so many suitors.

CW: Implied Size Difference (pretty sure that’s it but let me know if I missed any)

Except…no matter how much older you got, your wings never came in.

You could be as pretty as you wanted to be—as talented and skilled as ever—but without your wings, you were nothing more than a failure. A dud. A mistake.

Then comes the coming of age ceremony, when you should be celebrating with your generation-mates—taking flight and reaching the canopy of the forest your clan resides in. The canopy—where all full-fledged faeries live. Where the big celebration is held. Where the suitors approach their intendeds and begin the courtship process.

A place you would never be able to reach. Not as you are.

Effectively shunned by all of those you’ve held dear for so long, you leave your home and trek through the oh-so foreign lands that surround the forest you once called home.

After a fairly dangerous and eventful journey, you manage to come upon a rather bustling city.

No, it is not like the beautiful forest you once knew…but it is not so bad either.

Maybe you get a job in the local apothecary, which makes sense given your extensive knowledge about herbs and the many remedies one can produce from them, as a result of growing up in such a lush forest.

You settle in okay enough. A steady job with a fairly nice boss. A quaint yet cozy room you’re renting next door to the closest book shop… things are going fine. And then this big behemoth of a man enters the apothecary one day.

You figure that he has got to be part orc or something, but you see nary a tusk nor green tint to his skin. Actually, you don’t see much of his face at all. He covers it up quite well whenever he comes in.

Not that you mind.

He’s a gentle and quiet customer, coming in every few weeks for a big supply of pain remedies. He leaves a very adequate payment, always over the price of his total.

The first few times it happens, you think it a mistake and try to correct it. But after simply not getting the hint, the large and quiet man wraps his equally large, and very warm, hands around yours and passes you the change back.

“Keep it, love.”

Oh.

Oh.

His voice…

It makes you positively swoon.

After that, whenever he comes in, you try your best to make conversation with him. To get a better look at him. He’s a rather slippery fellow, though. Somehow managing to evade your attempts rather gracefully.

Then, it happens.

On his usual day for pick up, he does not come.

And that’s just not like him.

Your boss tells you to simply wait for the end of the business day. So you do, and yet your handsomely voiced stranger does not arrive. With him being a no-show, your boss hands you the remedies that the man normally picks up.

Apparently, this has happened one or two times before. Procedure is to wait until the end of day before delivering it to him.

“Here’s ‘is address. It’s a bit of a walk. Think ye can manage it?”

And you assure him you can.

Not just because you want to prove yourself to your boss but, of course, because you also want to see the strange and quiet man that has claimed your attention so thoroughly.

So you follow the directions listed by your boss, trekking through the bustling city—your feet tapping against the cobblestoned paths as you imagine what he’d be like when you arrive at his doorstep. Will he be upset? Surprised? Maybe…maybe even glad?

By the time you arrive at the doorstep of his cabin, the sun is sitting just above the horizon line.

Your hand knocks against the hard wood door, your eyes taking in the quaintness of his home from the outside. It is just far enough outside of the city limits that the hustle and bustle has quieted into a gentle murmur.

So fitting for your handsomely voiced stranger, you cannot help but to think.

“Damn it, Johnny! I said I’m no’ in’erested in yer—”

You stare up owlishly at your stranger as he swings the massive door open as though it were nothing but a small scrap of parchment.

“Ah…sorry…”You squeak out, your hands reaching out to deliver his usual order. “Boss and I…we got worried when you didn’t come. Had me come delivery it.”

He just stands there, staring at you and then at the wrapped package you are extending to him from behind the usual mask that covers his face. You wonder if maybe he will close the door in your face. It did not seem like he was looking forward to any visitors…

“Come in.”He mutters, moving aside for you to enter.

“I’m sorry?”

“S’late…and a li’le doll like yerself shouldn’ be wanderin aroun’ late like this.”

You’re shocked by his words, even more so by his kindness.

Looking over your shoulder, you gaze at the darkening sky. Sure, you have found stability in the city. You have a lot more confidence navigating the cobbled paths and the swept avenues. But…well, he’s not wrong. It is getting dark.

And really, you would rather not take the chance of leaving now as the daylight continues to dwindle more and more.

“Okay…”You reply, one part excited for what could possibly unfold between you and this seemingly chivalrous stranger, one part nervous for the very same reason.

Just as you step through the threshold his deep, rich voice fills your ears…though only as a mumble. “I’m sorry…?”You repeat once more, so timid and hesitant. So worried that you’re already screwing this up.

“Tha name’s Simon.”He repeats, this time louder and clearer enough for you to hear properly.

You give him your name and follow him deeper inside. The entire time, his voice replays in your head.

Simon.

Simon.

Simon, your stranger, whom you will be spending this fateful evening with.

Now if only it will go well…

[bakerydoll]

stiles stilinski x fem!fairy!reader

stiles’ sneakers crunch against the branches and leaves of the forest floor. he could see a glittering of light out of corner of his eyes. the naturally clumsy boy flailing his limbs around as he tries to see what that could've been.

a sound similar to miniature bells can be heard from a nearby tree. where you sat, cross legged, giggling at the human boy. you flitter around him again from tree to tree, the more you do the more annoyed he becomes. you continue this game of cat or mouse for fifteen minutes or so. stiles was thoroughly irritated.

“what the fuck is that?” stiles cursed. he looked around, eyes frantically searching for an answer. his eyebrows furrow as his eyes squint trying to find some semblance of activity that would explain this. he tapped his foot to the ground impatiently.

you watched from the branches, big curious eyes following his slim figure. stiles would continue to explore, giving up on trying to find the source of the miniature star.

eventually finding your collection of shiny trinckets and rocks, he began inspecting the area. your nose would scrunch up as he picks up each of your belongings. it's only after he looks around and pockets one of the rocks, do you make him aware of your presence.

your wings buzzed lowly before you stopped behind him, in your humanesque form. your hair was a bit wild, your wings continued to idly sway and your body was completely bare. your arms crossed over your chest as you basically stared a hole into his head. you, like all faeries, could be very possessive over your belongings.

“humans, they have no respect. that geode belongs to me, i would prefer it back with my collection.” your voice was melodic as you spoke, almost trance like. stiles freezes when he hears the light, feminine voice from behind him. slowly he takes the rock from his pocket and places it back on the stump with shaky hands.

there was very few times he found himself in a situation like this without a way of protecting himself. he tried to br wary of the person, or creature behind him.

the brunet boy slowly turned around, detective eyes falling over your figure. his cheeks burned red as soon as he realized you lacked clothing. his hands haphazardly covered his eyes, “i’m sorry!” he'd hoped it wasn't a tactic to make him vulnerable.

even if you could be an enemy, he was still a gentleman. you curiously looked at him, an eyebrow quirked at his behavior.

“are all humans this wary of bodies? i will not hurt you.” your voice grew softer toward the end, slowly turning him around so you could get a look at him. his guard dropped just a little, you seemed relatively harmless.

he didn't realize that fairies even in their human form, would naturally be smaller. he wished to now study the fairy people, he never would have thought they really existed. he still refrained from gawking, though it grew harder by the second. his eyes remained on yours, your eyes swirled with the different colors of fauna and flora. like stiles could see the entire world in your eyes. it was the kind of sight, someone could get used to.

“can i have your name?” your eyes twinkled with mischief. what would be a simple sentence had a deep alterior motive. if you weren't fluent in the tales of the fae, you wouldn't even have known any better. stiles couldn't be anymore grateful that he's done lots of research.

“i'm afriad i can't give you my name. but you may call me stiles.” he smiles at you, and you couldn't help but return it.

“smarter than you seem, stiles. i think we could get along fondly.” on the inside you were giggling, your first human friend.

[sleepingdeath-light]

elder faerie cookie smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (20/01/24) & anonymous (14/09/24)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; elder faerie cookie

outline ; “Hi! Since no one has yet, could I request some elder faerie cookie smut headcanons 👀 (I am 20 btw)”

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“Hello there, I have read the rules in your post, and I am an adult. I have a request for you for CookieRun:Kingdom. Is it alright for you to do some smut Elder Farie Cookie headcanon?”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, dominant!elder faerie cookie, brat tamer!elder faerie cookie, wing play, oral sex, praise kink, cock warming, hair pulling, lingerie kink, edging, impact play

note ; i cannot believe it’s taken me seven whole months to finish this post… sorry anons 🫠

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elder faerie cookie is a natural dominant who, while not mean, is definitely on the stricter side of the spectrum — one who is very clear about his expectations for you as his submissive in the bedroom and who isn’t afraid to dole out punishments for intentional misbehaviour (and, likewise, is also very generous with his rewards when you do behave). this also makes him a very effective brat tamer if you happen to lean towards that kind of thing in bed…

he much prefers topping and has little to no experience with bottoming, but if you’re dead set on having him bottom for you then he can be convinced to try it out once in a while — it’s still not his favourite thing to do, but with enough preparation it’s not totally unpleasant for him and he likes seeing how excited it makes you so he’s happy to do it as a reward for a streak of exceptionally good behaviour… or something else along those lines

he much prefers to be able to see your face when you’re having sex and, as such, tends to lean towards the positions that allow that — e.g. missionary, mating press, cowgirl, etc. — but if there is a mirror involved he could be convinced to branch out to other positions like doggy style, concubine, or lotus

elder faerie cookie is naturally more of a giver in bed and, as such, generally prefers to go down on you rather than have you go down on him. as with all things in the bedroom, he really takes his time to make you feel good — making sure to leave no millimetre of you unkissed, unlicked, unbitten as he goes, and being wholly unbothered about any mess he may be making in the process. he builds up your anticipation and desperation expertly so by the time he finally takes you into his mouth you’re already trembling, throbbing, and on the brink of orgasm and mere moments away from soaking him with your spend — thankfully he’s more than happy to clean you and himself up afterwards with his tongue

(also has no problem going down on you after he’s fucked you, but that’s another point entirely)

isn’t naturally super talkative in bed, but whenever he does choose to speak up it’s almost always to praise you. to tell you how incredible you look beneath or above him (how angelic, how divine). to compliment the taste of you on his tongue (how delectable, how addictive). to praise you for taking him so well (almost like you were made to be his, and he, yours). to shower you in affirmations spoken so earnestly, so reverently, in the heat of passion that it’s impossible to brush them off or hide from them

big fan of cock warming because of how intimate of an act it is — elder faerie cookie is nothing if not patient, and he’s got plenty of self restraint too, so he could easily sit with you like that for hours at a time without tiring of it or becoming too desperate to stay still. he just… enjoys being close to you like this, that’s all

if you have a thing for his voice then he’s going to be more than happy to indulge you in the bedroom: talking you through your orgasm, giving you instructions while you touch yourself in front of him, describing exactly what he intends to do to you before he does it, whispering a low warning to ‘behave’ in your ear when you’re being a brat, etc. — he may not naturally be the most vocal in the bedroom, but he’ll compromise for your sake

his wings are extremely sensitive to both pain and pleasure, and under the right circumstances and with the right type of stimulation you might just be able to make him whine or groan by touching them. e.g. reaching around his back while he’s fucking you and lightly dragging your nails along the point where his wings sprout from his back, or running the tip of your finger along the thin edges of them while cockwarming him. just… please don’t use this knowledge to tease him in public because he has an image to uphold as a king (and because he’s not afraid to punish you for impudent behaviour, so unless you’re prepared for a long night then don’t test his patience like this)

he also has an extremely sensitive chest, so biting/kissing/licking that area is a guaranteed way to get some small reaction out of him and make his composure momentarily waver — though, of course, the visible shudder and shallow intake of breath is a much less extreme reaction than what you’d see if you were messing around with his wings instead.

enjoys having his hair played with during foreplay, sex, and even after the act, but he’s very particular with his preferences — e.g. if you’re going to pull on it then he’d much rather you wrap it around your hand and tug rather than just grabbing at random bits and knotting it up, and he prefers gentle scratching at his scalp over harsh ragging on his hair but if you’re caught in the moment then he won’t outright scold you for getting a bit rough with him (he can take it, after all)

while he finds you absolutely enchanting in everything you wear (or even when you’re wearing nothing at all), it’s impossible to ignore just how fond he is of the sight of you in lingerie — frilly, sheer, lacy, and in colours and cuts that perfectly accentuate your natural shape… it’s enough to leave the monarch absolutely speechless

as a faerie his stamina goes way beyond what most mortals have and he can easily go for upwards of a dozen consecutive rounds if he has the free time and go-ahead to do so. of course because of how demanding his duties are, and because he’s terribly worried about actually breaking you, marathon sex like that is an extremely rare thing for the both of you and he typically limits himself to maybe two or three rounds at a time (or less if you’re too exhausted to go for very long).

he’s extremely patient and enjoys being able to take his time with you in the bedroom, preferring a slower pace with more focus on intentional actions and savouring the experience over just outright rushing towards the finish line (so to speak). this has on many occasions led to him accidentally edging you as he splits his focus between straight up pleasuring you (with his mouth or hands or dick) and pausing to continue worshipping the rest of your body — it’s frustrating sometimes, how many times you come close to release only to have it snatched away from you, but if you just wait and stay with him for the full experience then your patience will be rewarded with an orgasm so intense that you momentarily forget the sound of your own name… followed by another, and another, until either you tap out or he deems you too fucked out to continue

while this is something he typically reserves for punishments, elder faerie cookie can be convinced to start incorporating light impact play into your regular sex life if you ask. typically he only goes so far as bending you over his knee and making you count each time he swats your ass with the palm of his hand, but for regular use he’d prefer to use something like a swatch or a paddle on you — something that is plenty firm but not hard or small enough to leave a lasting mark more intense than a bruise, and that he’s able to maintain complete control over during use.

if you have a tendency to slip into sub space during sex then elder faerie cookie is quick to pick up on any minor change in your demeanour and is excellent at discerning when you’re good to keep going and when he ought to stop and shift his focus to after care and cleaning you up — either basing his decisions off of previous encounters and his own familiarity with your body and boundaries, or off of a previous discussion where you gave him explicit instructions as to what you want him to do in that situation

he has an extremely thorough and intricate approach to aftercare — doing everything and anything he can to ensure that you’re as clean, comfortable, and healthy as possible after all is said and done. and that’s not even mentioning how shockingly good he is at offering reassuring pillow talk…