#fairy felix

[littlemessyjessi]

I feel, deep in my bones, that one could summon fae!Felix by repeating that bit he does in Topline thrice over in a mirror: BOM DIGI DIGI BOM BOM BOM BOM and maybe it works faster if you try to 'go deep' with it... or maybe this is just stuck in my head in an audio stim kind of way and I live in the land of delulu

A Guide to Summoning Your Faelix: AKA Faerie Felix / the most sweetest thing in the world.

FAE FELIX?

Ok!

SO let's do this!

First, we'll need to set the mood. Obviously, we're gonna need blue. It is his favorite color. Even though poor baby was recently heartbroken because the color analyst told him that blue doesn't work for him. Even though OBVIOUSLY that is incorrect! He is gorgeous in blue. Precious baby. How dare they? Unacceptable.

So, I just feel like it's absolutely NECESSARY that we include blue for the baby chick. Fuck them color swatches.

NEXT! Brownies as an offering. Non negotiable. Here is his recipe. Enjoy. They are fantastic.

Third.... we must call on the spirit of Bang Chan for he can always find his Lixie. Plus, he's our resident source of Lixie information. If he doesn't know, he'll figure it out for us. Bang Chan for President.

Now, it's time to get down to business. This is very serious. Set the lights. Turn on the music. Look in the mirror and say it.

Put all the bass you got in your voice and ..... POOF!

Congratulations! You have completed your very first summoning.

Now, let's discuss care for your Fae Felix.

First and foremost, he is going to require lots of love and affection. If you do not feel as if you can provide adequate love and affection for your Faelix then please reconsider.

If your Faelix does not receive adequate time, care and affection then he will cry. And subsequently, I will come to beat your ass.

BECAUSE HOW DARE YOU! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! DON"T YOU DARE MAKE THIS BABY SUNSHINE CHICKEN CRY! THIS MEANS WAR!

And! I'm telling Minho! And he'll help me whoop ass. So be prepared and think about that when moving forward with your Faelix.

Minho is watching...

Always watching.

Perhaps, a Hyunjinnie would be more suitable for you or perhaps a Minho. They still require love and affection but they do understand that everyone needs alone time.

Though, if you do choose to summon Minho... god help you.

If you have an aversion to copious amounts of physical displays of love and affection, PLEASE AND I AM BEGGING YOU... do NOT summon yourself a Changbinnie. He WILL be giving you his love and you WILL like it.

Fair warning.

But back to Faelix.

Now, please remember that your Faelix can handle some spice but not exceedingly so.

Be mindful of his dietary needs.

If not he'll scream.

On that note, you are going to need to stock up on rice cakes. Trust me. And probably fried chicken. Just do it.

It is also important to note that your Faelix is also sensitive to scary things so he's not likely to be a horror movie buddy for you. If you really, really, REALLY want him to... he'll do it to make you happy. However, he will basically turn your room into a nest at night and cover you with cuddles all night long... because he's scared to death. Poor Lixie. You will have a much better experience if you pick a comedy or action. He'll still cuddle you (if you want it) but it won't be out of fear. And nobody wants a scared Lix. He deserves to be happy.

Also, on this note of Fae Felix. Just so you know, you're not supposed to give fairies your name. No matter how much they beg.

However, Felix is literally the one that you could tell anything and he wouldn't use it against you. You're secret is safe with him. As is your soul.

Now, in summary : It's all important but here are your TOP 3 to remember!

Number One: Please provide adequate love, affection and care for your Faelix.

Number Two: Please mind his dietary needs and plan accordingly. Give him whatever he wants. Or else he is going to become insane.

Number Three: The Final and Most Important Rule of All

Remember that Minho is watching... always watching.

He sees all.

He knows all.

I know, You know, We know, Lee Know

Thank you for coming to my presentation and have a nice day.

Please help yourself to a treat on your way out. We're serving brownies. Obviously.

..............

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this crazy tangent of mine and thank you so much for sending it in!

Love, K

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[makeyouloveme]

fairy felix

[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

no truer caption has existed.

[straykids-17]

HAN, FELIX 'LALALALA' ending fairy [231116]

[sugarish]

𝜗⟆ an over - indulgence of anything , even something as pure as water , can intoxicate .

[backformores]

[230611] 특 (s-class) ✧ felix

[cheesemonky]

Chapter 2: Just Listen To Me!

pairing: fairy!felix x fairy!reader

Series Masterlist

Word count: 2k

summary: A fairy gets their wings once they're 13. A normal one at least. You're 23, and still without any. This leaves you without a mate, because who would love a wingless fairy? So when you decide to leave, it's quite the surprise to find a fairy with a wing missing…

warnings: swearing, a shitton of dialogue NOT PROOF READ lmk if i missed anything :3

You hesitated for a moment, taking in the sight of the injured fairy before you. His breathing was laboured, and his body lay still as if he were dead. Almost his entire back was bloodied, as well as the ground around him. How long had he been here like this? After some contemplation, you approached his body slowly. Crouching down, you managed to get a closer look at his wound. Someone or something had completely ripped out his left wing. There was no sign that any animals were recently in the area, nor any humans. Dread settled in the pit of your stomach as you examined the gruesome scene before you. The absence of any immediate threats allowed you to focus on him. Gulping down your unease, you carefully inspected the wound. It was a clean tear, as if someone deliberately removed the wing. The unnatural precision made shivers run down your spine.

“Who could have done this..?” You muttered to yourself. Broken wings weren’t a rare sight, but to have an entire one torn out was… more than unusual. Your fingers traced the edges of the wound, and the blood felt far from fresh. Suddenly, you heard the caws of birds overhead. You had to get him out of the open. Hooking your arms under his, you dragged him out towards a large tree. Propping him up against the trunk, you set down your backpack, rummaging through it to find a shirt. You ripped a long piece of cloth out of it and wrapped it around the wound and across his chest. He didn’t sustain any other injuries, as far as you could tell. Maybe… you could stay with him a while. Just to make sure he was okay when he woke up. So for hours you waited, waited for him to come to his senses.

Just as you began to doze off next to him, you heard his breath hitch. It was a few seconds until his eyes finally fluttered open, and god, were they the most perfect things you’ve ever seen. He looked over at you for a moment, confusion and pain evident in his gaze, before he shuffled away from you. His eyes widened as he took in his surroundings and the makeshift bandage on his back.

"Where... am I?" he rasped, his voice barely audible.

“Australia.”

“Yeah, well, I know that…”

“Then I don’t know what to tell you.”

“What state..?”

“Sydney. What, you not from around here?” He sighed deeply at your words, rubbing his temples partly in weariness and also in annoyance.

“I am but… this isn’t my home.”

“Where is it then?”

“Well, you see, I’m a fairy so I live in a village with other fa-”

“I know, idiot, but that’s not what I was asking.” He looked at you in confusion and a hint of hurt. You were coming off a lot harsher than you wanted to. Maybe so long without any interaction was the cause.

“Sorry- let’s try again. What’s your name?”

“Felix. You?”

“Y/N. You’re a fairy, right?”

“Yeah. What about you?” You fiddle with your hands a little, attempting to keep your voice steady. To be fair, it wasn’t his fault. You don’t have any wings, so how could he tell?

“A fairy…” You mumbled, hoping he would sense how uncomfortable you were and drop the question.

“Hm? What did you say?”

“A fairy.” You said, slightly louder and firmer this time. And once again, the now familiar face of confusion he seems to like bearing appears.

“Where are… what happened to your wings?”

“Does it really matter?”

“I’m just asking… did they take yours as well?” You felt a little bad for him, honestly. You were being so unpleasant to someone you had just met and saved the life of. 

“I never had any.”

“What?”

“Wings. I never had any wings. I never got mine.”

“I feel like you’re lying to me.” This time, instead of snapping at him, you turned your body to face him. You hadn’t noticed, but he was listening quite closely to everything you had been saying. Hands in his lap, head tilted to the side and his face was clearly focused on what was being said.

“I’m not. I just… never got wings.”

“How do I know you aren’t just a tiny human?”

“Have you ever seen a human this small?”

“... no.”

“Exactly.” For a while, he looked away and at the tree in contemplation, fiddling with some of the peeling bark. You weren’t sure if he believed you or not, especially with how unreal your story sounds to others. With the silence dragging on, you decided to raise a question that should’ve been asked at the start.

“So what happened to your wing?” His eyes widened as he realised that he in fact did have a problem with his wing. He turned his head to get a good look at the shiny piece of him that was laying a few metres from where he was before, still with ling

“I… don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”

“I literally told you I was a fairy without wings.”

“Well-... okay, fine. In my village, I was part of this group called Stray Kids.” Strange name, but okay. Who were you to judge? Plus, the name sounded somewhat familiar.

“We’re… not really superheroes, but we did help in defeating the Sound Monster.”

“Wait, that was you? The news of you guys taking it down was going around everywhere! I heard it even reached parts of Korea, which is like, really far away. Maybe not superheroes, but definitely celebrities. Is that how you lost it?” Though you chose to believe it, you still had a few doubts. Was it really this sweet and adorable young man who helped kill it?

“Nah, it was too long ago for my back to be bleeding out now. You see, after we took it down I went back to just see if we missed anything. And we did. There were these strange pieces of… something that had formed after the battle. I picked one up and I felt more magic in that moment than I have in my whole life.” The story started to sound a little more unbelievable now, yet you continued to trust him on it.

“I hid it well for a while. I didn’t even tell my friends. Until I had to defend myself and some other against a human. I used a bit too much magic and someone from our council was there to see it. I had an entire court trial and everything! I didn’t realise having too much magic was a crime.”

“It isn’t. Not where I’m from.”

“Well, it was more “illegal possession of unidentified magic” and “dangerous use of magic”. But how was I supposed to know?”

“Okay, those sound more like things you could be arrested for. But the wing..?”

“Right. So, it turns out fairies are idiots and the only way that they know how to get rid of someone’s magic is to take away a wing or two.”

“So they just… ripped it out?”

“Basically.” You couldn’t help but feel bad for him. To have a part of you just taken away like that would mean immense pain, physically and mentally. And it makes sense now as to why the cut was so clean. 

“Did it work though?”

“A little too well. I lost that extra magic plus some of my own. I haven’t got much left anymore.”

“So what now? I mean, I could teach you a thing or two about living out here but I'm not letting you follow me around." Actually, you probably would. Even though you're glad that all those who hurt you are in the past, you still get lonely. Plus, he's kind of like you in a way, no? With a missing wing and all.

"Huh? What, no way! I need to get my magic back!" He said with a bit more cheeriness than necessary. It was your turn to be confused now.

"And how do you plan on doing that exactly?"

"Okay, now you won't believe me." Has this guy really not learnt anything? If an anomaly such as yourself can exist, you're sure that others could as well.

"Just tell me. It's not like my opinion will stop you anyways." Glancing at you once more, he took a deep breath and continued his story.

“Well, since I was young, my mother always told me this story about-”

“Wait, wait, you’re going off of a children’s story?”

“I-I mean, it’s pretty believable… Plus it's not a children’s story! There’s been a lot of people who’ve actually managed to do it…” You were starting to get a little suspicious with his story. You didn't want him to get into any unwanted trouble or danger.

"If you want me to be convinced, you should try a bit harder to make the story believable."

"Didn't you say it didn't matter what you thought?" You opened your mouth to respond, but you closed it straight after you realised you had no response. There wasn't anything you could say about that. You sighed, nodding once for him to continue.

“It’s been rumoured that somewhere deep in our Bush, the Heart of Eris is still there.”

“Eris… Eris as in the Goddess of Fairies?”

“Yes, that Eris. It’s the thing that sourced all fairy magic and the reason we still have it.”

“... please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say…”

“Look, just listen to me, yeah? I’m gonna try to find it!” You fucking knew it. He really did live up to the ‘dumb blonde’ name. What was he thinking, following the story of a children’s tale? And he didn’t even have a proper amount of magic!

“You are literally gonna die out there.”

“Then come with me.”

“...huh?” You stared at him a while, trying to see if he was being serious or not. You felt like you were the only one using any of their brain cells at that moment. He wants you, a fairy without wings or any magic, to go with him, an injured fairy who has barely any more magic than yourself, to find something that probably doesn’t even exist?

“No.”

“What- why?! Come on, maybe we could even get you a pair of wings!” For a moment, you were tempted. Even after learning to live without any, you’ve always known that you would be happier if you did have them. But wasting all of your hard work out here to go look for something that could get you killed? Not worth it.

“I said no. That’s it.”

“I-... fine then. It’s not like we’re friends anyways. I’ll go myself.” As he began to stand up, you grabbed his arm gently. You were a little surprised he didn’t put up more of a fight.

“At least rest for a while. You’re still injured.” He stood still for a moment, not facing you, before settling down back where he was before. You had to stop yourself from smiling at the small pout on his face as you grabbed some things from your bag. Pulling out a small blanket you had brought from your old home, you passed it to him while you grabbed a sweater for yourself. He mumbled a small thank you before turning to lay on the ground. You stayed up for a while, just until he fell asleep before falling into your own slumber. But your dreams were unexpected. They were those same nightmares. The ones you hadn’t had for ages now. They were back and they hurt so much more than last time. Though, there was someone in the background. You heard Felix’s voice, talking so sweetly about something or other. And then there were wings, and the Heart of Eris and everything he had talked about. Was this dream telling you something?

The next morning, you woke up early to find some berries or small nuts and seeds to eat. By the time you got back, Felix had woken up too and had folded your blanket for you. Holding out a seed for him to take, you packed your blanket back in.

“I’ll be going now. Thanks for the help though.” His smile was far too bright for you not to change your mind. Plus, that dream wasn’t any help.

“Let me help you more.”

“What?”

“I’m coming with you.”

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leisel's note: helloo!!!! this is kinda of rushed and there is a lot more dialogue than i wanted but i cant help ittt im sorryyyy but yeah thanks for reading and reblogs are always appreciated :3

[yangjeongin]

FELIX | 230610 • S-CLASS / MUSIC CORE

[tesnuzzik]

The Seelie and the Unseelie

[duchesst0mat0]

[stray-but-okay]

A Sparkly Fairy ☁️✨💫

[curiositydidnotkillthiscat]

Felix’s blue hair has been being the only thought in my mind these last few weeks, I genuinely don’t think I’ll ever get over it

[booskwan]

221020 MCOUNTDOWN

[valkyrieeeee]

Pretty Pretty Princess

ᑉ³pairing; Dad! Husband! Changbin x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Fluff

ᑉ³warnings; None I think!

ᑉ³Authors Note; Inspired by his loveable challenge hehehe. Unedited! Please let me know if there are any warnings I am missing!

In a quaint little house nestled among towering trees, you and your family reside in a haven of warmth and love. Your husband, Changbin, is the embodiment of tenderness and affection, showering your little family with his boundless love. His devotion to your daughter, Ha-ri, knows no bounds, evident in the sparkle of his eyes whenever she enters the room and the infectious laughter that fills the air whenever they engage in their favorite pastime: playing games.

Ha-ri, a bundle of boundless energy and imagination, adores her father with an unwavering devotion. She finds solace in his comforting presence and revels in the joyous moments they share together. From dawn till dusk, their laughter echoes through the halls of your home as they embark on countless adventures, fueled by the magic of their imaginations.

One bright morning, you awaken to the gentle glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains, your body still heavy with sleep. As you stretch and yawn, you become aware of a dull ache in your head and a weariness that seems to seep into your bones. Your body craves nothing more than the comfort of your bed, a respite from the demands of the day ahead.

But before you can surrender to the allure of sleep, your peaceful reverie is interrupted by the sound of rapid footsteps and excited chatter. With a soft creak, the door bursts open, and your daughter, a whirlwind of energy and enthusiasm, bounds into the room.

"Mommy, Mommy! Wake up! It's time to play!" she exclaims, her voice brimming with excitement as she tugs at your sleeve, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Despite the exhaustion that weighs heavily upon you, you can't help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm. Her joy is like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating the corners of your tired soul and filling your heart with warmth.

Though every fiber of your being yearns for rest, you know that her happiness is worth far more than a few extra hours of sleep. You get up and get dragged by her into the living room. She begins to harass you with questions.

"What do you want to do today? Should we play dress-up? Fashion show? Paint? Cook? Karaoke? Dance? How abo-"

"Woah, slow down, sweetheart," Binnie interjects as you collapse onto the couch, your head spinning. "Take a deep breath. It's still early, and you have all day to play."

Finally, Binnie glances at you, and realization dawns on him. You're not feeling well.

"But I want to play now!" your daughter protests.

As you sit there, torn between your desire for rest and your daughter's insistent pleas for playtime, a wave of gratitude washes over you as Binnie steps forward to take charge. His presence alone is a source of comfort, his steady gaze and reassuring smile grounding you in the midst of your conflicting emotions.

With a gentle kiss and a whispered promise to handle the situation, Binnie redirects your daughter's attention, his voice laced with warmth and patience as he engages her in conversation.

"Don't worry, Mommy needs some rest today, but how about you and I have some fun together?" Binnie suggests, his tone soft yet firm.

Your daughter's face lights up at the suggestion, her eyes shining with excitement. "Okay, Daddy! Let's paint!"

"Paint?" Binnie says hesitantly, nervous, as he does not want to make a mess and make his wife feel any worse than she already does.

"Yes, paint!" she responds, pulling him over to the dining room table. "Your nails, silly!"

Binnie's apprehension melts away at her innocent suggestion, replaced by a smile as he realizes the simple joy in spending time with his daughter, even if it means risking a few painted nails.

Your eyes begin to close as you hear the two begin their fun. Their laughter and excitement fill the room as they dive into the world of painting. You can't help but smile at the joy on their faces, despite the pounding in your head.

As they settle at the dining room table, you feel a pang of guilt mixed with gratitude for Binnie's willingness to step in and lighten your load, even when he's unsure of what lies ahead.

Your eyelids grow heavy as exhaustion tugs at your consciousness, yet you find solace in the sounds of their laughter and the warmth that fills the room. Despite the pounding in your head and the weariness in your bones, their happiness brings a sense of peace to your tired soul.

With a contented sigh, you allow yourself to drift into a light slumber, safe in the knowledge that your family is in good hands. And as you surrender to the embrace of sleep, you can't help but smile at the thought of the memories being created in the next room, each one a testament to the love and laughter that fills your home.

But the painting somehow turns into dress-up, and before you know it, Binnie is decked out in fairy wings and a tutu, playing make-believe with your daughter.

As you wake, you catch sight of Binnie in his whimsical attire, his laughter mingling with your daughter's as they lose themselves in their imaginary world. Despite the initial surprise, you can't help but smile at the sight.

As you continue to wake you hear snippets of conversation, the soft murmur of Binnie's voice blending with your daughter's excited chatter.

"Daddy, you make the best fairy!" your daughter exclaims, her laughter bubbling with delight.

Binnie chuckles, the sound warm and comforting. "Why, thank you, my pretty pretty princess! Now, where shall we fly to today?"

"To the enchanted forest!" she declares, her imagination taking flight.

"Daddy, can you teach me how to flutter like a real fairy?" your daughter asks, her eyes shining with wonder.

Binnie nods, his smile wide and infectious. "Of course, sweetheart! Just follow my lead."

You watch with a soft smile as they twirl and dance around the room, their laughter filling the air like music. 

As their laughter reaches a crescendo, Binnie's eyes meet yours, and you can't help but notice the hint of embarrassment that colors his cheeks. Yet, beneath the blush, there's a spark of mischief in his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the absurdity of the situation.

With a chuckle bubbling up from deep within, you shake your head in amusement, unable to contain your laughter at the sight of your husband, adorned in fairy wings and a tutu, dancing with your daughter.

In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of their laughter and the warmth of their love, you realize just how fortunate you are to have Binnie by your side, willing to embrace the whimsy of fatherhood with such grace and humor.

As the last strains of laughter fade away, Binnie takes a step towards you, his eyes soft with affection. "I love you," he whispers, his words a tender melody that fills your heart with warmth.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you return his gaze, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion that binds you together. "I love you too," you reply, your voice barely a whisper, but carrying the weight of a thousand promises.

In that moment, as the morning sun bathes the room in golden light, you knew you married the best man.

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DANCERACHA 'S-Class' ending fairies [230603]

[sunwoozs]

FELIX // CASE 143 @ MBC221022