#lee felix is fae

[kaysungshine]

݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .☽ fae trap ☾. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖

{ Pairing } - Elf!Felix x Witch.afab!Reader

{ Genre } - Smut, Dark, Fantasy

{ Synopsis } - It is said, that if you ever find yourself inside of a fairy ring. The fae will punish you, by making you dance until you are passing out from exhaustion. But when you find yourself doing a different kind of 'dance' on the ground, in the middle of one, with the most beautiful creature you've ever seen you might add, you wonder; is this truly a punishment?

{ WC } - 7.7k

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, dubcon, aphrodisiac effects, oral (f&m receiving), unprotected sex (piv; do as I say, not as I write & pee after sex!), rough/hard sex, overstimulation, big dick felix, dacryphilia, talk of breeding & mating, talking of mating rituals, please don't touch fly agaric mushrooms, srsly they're toxic and deadly, possible incorrect french usage.

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - For the love of all things skz. DO NOT EVER TOUCH FLY AGARIC/AMANITA MUSCARIA MUSHROOMS. THEY ARE TOXIC. DEADLY. This is also probably the darkest thing I've written on this account so far. But it doesn't feel inherently evil to me personally??? But it is enough to warrant a TW! This started off as a birthday oneshot for Felix. I'm starting to think I'm no good at oneshots. This could be left alone, but it could also be a series... I have so many world building thoughts, but idk if I wanna do that. What do you think?

Dusk was approaching as you made your way home from your walk. 

You were blessed to own a cute little home, right on the edge of a beautiful and mysterious forest. Every day you were able to take nature walks, wandering through the treeline, exploring the vegetation. Collecting materials, making sure never to take too much of what the woodland had to offer. And caring for as much as you could, though you knew you were not essential to the survival of wilderness itself. 

That didn't stop you from befriending the little critters who made their home there, or from essentially finding your own second home there. 

You never brought anything with you to permanently invade nature. Instead you wrapped your daily essentials in a little bindle. It usually contained a hearty snack, a book or two, endless vials and jars, your cell, and a small emergency kit. Homemade salves, balms, and tonics included. 

You always had some new shiny objects for your crow friends, making sure to exchange the gifts they left for you at your designated spot. And you always made sure to leave some nuts and seeds for the various rodents who liked to stuff their cheeks. Again, you didn't need to, but they really liked sweet black walnuts and salty peanuts in the shells. Who were you to deny them that treat! 

Some days you brought select crystals with you, cleaning and recharging them in the streams of spring water. Other days you'd use that same water, sealing it in jars and leaving it nearby to make moon water overnight. Those were about the only two things you ever left in the forest, always making sure to come back the next day and retrieve them. 

You always carry a little basket with you too. The forest was abundant in ingredients for many different things. Your favorite is mushrooms and fungi. 

There were many times you'd find a log of an oak tree, fallen over and resting on the ground. A bunch of chicken of the woods growing on it. You'd collect them, taking them home to cook for dinner or other meals.

Other days you'd find lion's mane, and make sure to gather some for your favorite tincture to make and take. It did wonders for your anxiety. 

You were a green witch through and through, and you were raised this way. You drew your energy and essence from nature, always taking little bits of it home. 

Today was no different. Forgoing mushrooms, you instead had bundles of mugwort and a jar full of mulberries in your wicker basket. Wrapped in a little cloth were a bunch of spicebush berries.

You were nearing the last clearing within the woods, your house was about a ten minute walk away at this point. 

The soft moss against your bare feet was grounding, and you were listening to the buzz and crackle of nightlife within the forest. Your white skirt ended at your knees, flaring out. The chiffon is blowing in the cool breeze. It was still tshirt weather, and that's exactly what you wore on top. A fitted one, pale and muted ivy green. You gave up on bras long ago, you were a solitary creature anyways. The friends who did visit never cared about your attire.

You were in your own world, playing a balancing game on a stump and humming to yourself, when flashes of red caught your eye. 

In the clearing, scattered in a broken circle, was fly agaric. 

Your heart fluttered at this rare find. You walk past this clearing daily, and never noticed any of the red mushrooms with white speckles there before. 

Eagerly, you approach. In the back of your mind, warning bells are going off. Thinking back to childhood, of the stories your mom once told you of the fae folk. You'd encountered fairy rings before, but never of this type of mushroom, and never broken ones. Certainly never one so big. You never breached the little white rings in the past, not wanting to mess with entities so possibly mischievous. 

But it would be fine right? This might not even be considered a fairy ring. It was sort of... circle-ish? But not really. There were so many gaps in between them, it wasn't a perfect circle like you'd seen in the past. And these mushrooms were so rare and so powerful, in so many ways. You could feel their energy radiating around you.

You glanced around, searching for any signs of immortal creatures lurking near. You saw and heard nothing, but that would be typical. They never willingly reveal themselves, in fact... You've never seen one. You've never seen any kind of fae folk. It's not that you didn't believe in them, you were sure some form of them existed. Afterall, you practice a form of magick. Your own form, and that exists. 

You were convinced all mythical creatures either exist or had existed, the idea of them couldn't come from nothing. Not when they were in so many stories across all different cultures. 

You paused for a few more moments, really trying to feel any negative energy. There was none, there was never any in your little forest. 

So, tentatively, you took a few steps forward. Then you paused again, waiting for something to pop out. 

Nothing.

You giggled to yourself happily, and then bent down to pluck the mushrooms from the marshy earth. 

They all varied in size, some were large with bulbous caps. Some were shorter, and had flatter caps. Each mushroom, you made sure to pick with a cloth barrier between them and your fingers. These could be deadly if used the wrong way or taken in excess. You had no idea what would happen if you came into direct contact with it, on your bare skin. 

You really should start carrying gloves with you.

You made your way around the broken circle, humming in between giggles, and unconsciously dancing. You were nearly prancing each bare step to the next. 

If you had paid more attention to your mothers tales, you'd realize the consequences of stepping inside a fairy ring were already taking effect.

You were collecting more than you needed now, your basket was overflowing. But still, you didn't want to stop. You felt strangely overcome with merriment. You never felt more at home in these woods than this moment. 

You mindlessly set your basket down, your humming growing in volume. You looked to the sky, as you allowed your body to sway back and forth. Arms stretched out towards the waning moon, coming to life in the dark sky surrounding you. 

Your eyes closed, soaking in the moonlight. And you brought your arms back down, letting them float at your sides as you twirled, and twirled. Your skirt flutters up to reveal your thighs even more, hair whipping in your face. You revelled in the feeling of the squishy dirt beneath your feet. You felt grounded, but as if you were flying all at the same time.

You don't know when your solitude was breached, or if you were ever truly alone in the first place, but you finally noticed his presence when his hands intertwined with yours. 

He was twirling with you, spinning you in circles. 

He was nearly glowing, strawberry colored lips revealing the sweetest smile you'd ever seen. His long, straight white hair framed his face stunningly, tendrils of it outlining his strong jaw line. And his face... so, perfect. He had hundreds of freckles splashed across his cheeks, nose and eyes. Even some scattering up to his hairline, and down to his chin. You'd imagine you could create many constellations with them, like the stars that twinkle in the night sky. He adorned various jewelry, all silver. In his ears, and a cuff across the bridge of his nose. He even wore a gorgeous crown that laid across his forehead as a head piece. It was thin, and wiry, made up of gorgeous silver filigree that shone in the moonlight. You knew that the rings you felt in between your fingers would be silver too. 

He wore all white. You couldn't be sure exactly what his outfit was, but his shirt was a flowing lace up top. Revealing delicate collar bones and toned chest. It was mostly a blur in the midst of his movements. 

Your gasp was delayed, only coming out when he pulled you closer to him. Your hand remains in his, while his arm is wrapped around your waist. You were nearly flush with him, feeling the rest of his chiseled torso against your plush body. But he kept your face at some distance to maintain eye contact. The smile never slipped from his lips. 

He has you captivated, and the two of you don't falter in your melodic movements once. His eyes bore into you, dark and sharp. Yet he exuded a certain softness, and you found yourself lost in the moment. It didn't seem real. 

But it was. 

You were seeing him. In all his glory, ever mysterious and breathtaking. The most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on. 

You were hearing him. He was humming the same tune you were, an old lullaby your mom used to sing to you. His voice was deep, and even, harmonizing with your breathy high pitched voice beautifully. 

You were feeling him. He was touching you, his hand interlocked with yours. His grip around your waist is gentle but possessive. He held you like he didn't want to break you, but knew if he was too loose, you'd go running. 

Though you weren't so sure you would run. 

Your mind was racing. There's no way you could stumble across a perfect stranger, who was immediately dancing with you, so close to the edge of the forest. So close to your house. Maybe this was some sort of hallucination. A side effect of being surrounded by so many toxic mushrooms. 

The mushrooms. 

That was it, it all clicked. Too late did the rest of your mother's words ring in your ears. 

His aura, his energy, his perfect pixie-like features. You noticed the point of his ears now, the glittery sheen to his skin. His smile is full of white pointed teeth, dull now, but you could tell they were once sharper in the past. His slight cat-like eyes, giving them that sharp look even though everything else about him screamed delicate.

Your humming stopped, but his didn't. Your mother's voice is filling your head, and you were repeating the words she once told you so long ago. 

'and if you're caught, the fae folk will punish you. You'll be dancing within the ring until you faint from exhaustion.' you whispered quietly. 

His smile only grew, a glint lighting up his eyes. 

He finally spoke, his chest vibrating against yours, "Wise words, from a magnificent young lady."

He had an accent, you couldn't quite place it. Something between old english and australian. It made you want to melt. 

He started laughing, and you were sure that if he didn't have a grip on you, you would've slid to the ground. 

You've both stopped twirling, but he's still moving you, moving with you. Swaying back and forth. 

"Who are you?" You ask curiously. 

"Who?" He chuckles, "Usually it's 'what are you', that people ask me. Though it's been almost a century since I have revealed myself to a mortal."

A century? Your mouth dries, and you feel something akin to fear course through your veins. But you aren't scared of him for some reason. Wary, suspicious, but not scared. 

"You're different though, you seem to have at least a diminutive amount of knowledge of my realm." 

You want to get angry at that comment. You'd like to consider yourself well informed and educated on all supernatural and magickal subjects. There'd always be more to learn though, and the human brain simply could not grasp it in its entirety. So he wasn't wrong. 

You're still saying nothing, dazed from his presence. So he continues. 

"You were right when you said fae folk." He assures. 

"You're a fairy?" You whisper, wonder dazzling in your voice.

At that he laughs again, and you swear you hear small chimes behind it.

"An elf. I believe that is the universal name humans gave us. Not all fae are fairies, there are others too." 

As he speaks, he lets go of your hand, bringing his fingers up to brush strands of hair from your face. His touch is warm, for some reason that shocks you. 

"Elf." You repeat, not a question, but a statement.

He hums, in agreement and starts to twirl you around again. His hand resting on your cheek, thumb brushing featherlight touches against it. 

You're trying very hard to wrap your head around the entire scenario. You shouldn't be surprised. You've dealt with other worldly things in the past. Spiritual realms are completely different from anything having to do with the fae world though. 

Worry floods through you again once you realize what's happening. 

"Am I being punished?" You lip quivers as you speak, "I-I was just trying to collec-"

He's bringing his head down, his forehead meeting yours. You feel the cold bite of the silver headpiece touching your skin. It's enough to shut you up.

"Shhh, darling. Don't view it as a punishment." 

"I don't want to dance until I pass out." You slowly say, even though your body feels otherwise.

Underneath the initial shock and caution, you still felt that overwhelming happiness. It was borderline euphoric... and strangely arousing. 

Everything happening inside your mind and body right now was so confusing. You were feeling lost, and found yourself clinging to the man--the elf, before you. 

"You pretty creature, don't worry. Danser dans le ronds de sorcières... that's for children." 

French? This being was a riddle. 

"I don't understand." You force out. 

He leans back a bit, so he can look into your eyes and your thighs clench, "We tell the kids, fae and human, that if a mortal is caught within our rings. They dance to exhaustion. The humans carried this myth with them into adulthood, while our kind later learned the truth of these special rings." 

He's still dancing with you, moving your body elegantly to a now imaginary song. Leading you in something reminiscent of a waltz, but you can barely focus on that when his touches are electric against your skin. 

"The truth?" You ask. 

He's dipping you down now, bending with your body as he once again is peering into your eyes. At first you think it's part of the dance. Until your back meets the land that was underneath your feet. The mixture of smells was potent. The scent of damp moss, and semi-sweet foliage filling your nose. 

He hums again, "It was never an entire lie, it always started off with dancing." 

The timbre of his voice was pooling wetness in your panties. You felt beads of sweat forming on your brow, and you were bewildered at how your body was reacting right now. It didn't make sense. 

His body is hovering over you now, his face coming close to yours. His nose is brushing along yours before he speaks again. 

"What better way to set the mood than a passionate dance, and in this case, under the moonlight?"

You whimpered, feeling disoriented and needing his touch. 

"I don't even know your name.", was the only thing you managed to mumble. 

He chuckled, and you felt his breath puff against your lips, "It's unimportant darling, but since you're so... alluring. You can call me Felix... I'd love to hear it rolling off your tongue when I make you cum."

You were mewling at the thought of fucking this mystical being, when you felt his lips against yours.

He was almost lazy in the way he kissed you. Seemingly in no rush at all. And it's not that you were complaining, but you wanted more. So you wrapped your arms around his neck, forcing his body flush with yours. 

He was smiling against your lips now, and you took the opportunity to swipe your tongue across his bottom lip, begging for access. 

"So eager. Patience little dove. You'll get what you desire and more." 

You knew it was absurd to lust after a man--an elf, gods how could you keep forgetting that, that you just met. But your body was burning and it felt like he was your only rescue. 

His hands wandered your body, groping and massaging every inch. 

He had your leg wrapped around him, his hand trailing down the back of your thigh and his lips attached to your neck. He was marking you with what you imagined to be the most beautiful bruises. You were panting at this point, and it felt ridiculous to be this turned on by so little. By a stranger. But it didn't make you want to stop.

His fingers reached the edge of your panties, and you gasped. You felt his smile again, he was enjoying every bit of this. You felt powerless to his strokes against you. Your hips were bucking up, chasing for friction.

His hand gripped your hip tightly, fingers squeezing into your flesh, pinning you further into the dirt. 

You hissed before whining, begging "Please."

"I said be patient." His voice was stern as he spoke against your ear.

It still didn't stop you from squirming beneath him, your mind wasn't registering anything beyond wanting to feel him filling you up. 

He brought his face back to yours, eyes gleaming and the most naughty expression written across it. 

"Fine. As you wish, little dove. But don't forget, I was trying to ease you into this." 

He tore your panties off of you, and his fingers were rubbing against you harshly, sending jolts of pleasure through you. 

"A-aaah!" You were moaning loudly, his movements jarring.

"This is what you wanted darling, isn't it?" He's muttering against your lips now, slipping his fingers into you. 

Your body feels more alive than ever, waves of pleasure washing over you. His fingers skillfully curl inside you, while his thumb works your sensitive bud. Swipe after swipe, eliciting more and more of your arousal onto his hand. 

His kiss is searing, and feels like the only thing currently keeping you anchored to your body. You felt your orgasm building quickly, the band growing tighter and tighter in your stomach. It felt like you'd float away when it snapped. 

You can't contain the lewd noises you're making. Between the moans he's swallowing from your lips, and the loud squelching from between your thighs, it was deafening. Or maybe it was just that your ears were ringing. 

It felt like only seconds later when he brought you over the edge, his movements slowing but never stopping. You're whining, and your legs are trembling but you don't want him to stop. You're nearing over sensitivity and when you close your eyes, you see nothing but stars.

All you can think of are the freckled constellations on his cheek. 

You feel drunk on this moment, and you don't want it to end. It's as if he knows exactly where your mind is when he speaks again.

"You're not done little dove, don't you worry your pretty little head." 

When you open your eyes, and tilt your head up, his shirt and pants are discarded. Revealing a dizzying body. He was lithe yet chiseled. His body is almost dainty, but each muscle is carved in the most irresistible way. His abs were glorious, your eyes trail lower, following the v cut. You notice the faint spattering of a happy trail, and your eyes follow it. 

And fuck.

You've never been one to view someones cock as pretty but... his was. The tip was so swollen and pink, and leaking generous amounts of precum. Faint blue veins prominent along the shaft, and he stood tall and proud. His girth made you wonder if you could handle the stretch. It had been a while since you'd last been intimate. 

He brought his hand, covered in your slick, to his member. Spreading it all over in a mixture with his precum, making it glisten. Your mouth started to water, and your legs spread wider for him. You pulled your skirt completely up, presenting yourself to him. 

His jaw was slack, mouth hung open as he watched you, fist pumping himself slowly. 

"Such a good girl for me darling, aren't you?" He said with that charming smile. 

There was something about the way he looked at you, while doing such a perverse act that had your juices dripping down you. 

Then he was on top of you again, cock sliding into you. Your entire body tensed at the intrusion and you wailed, a mix of pain and pleasure. But it was so satisfying, you couldn't get enough. Your arms wrapped around his neck again, and he was thrusting into you at a brutal pace. 

Your back was digging into the ground, and you started to feel bits of grass and dirt against your skin. You pulled against him, trying to adjust yourself so you could lose yourself in the dance you two were now performing. 

He pulled out of you, and sat back on his knees, that's when you noticed his clothes underneath him. You had no idea he was wearing a cape earlier. It was sprawled out, creating a barrier between him and the ground. 

He picked you up, and positioned you to straddle his lap, facing him. Then he slid back into you, your eyes rolled back, and you let out a filthy moan. 

This position felt more intimate but still desperate, he was reaching deeper into you. The head of his cock pistoning against your g-spot. It felt so good you could cry. 

You were crying, you realized. 

"Shhh, little dove, you're taking it so well. It feels so good, doesn't it?" 

"Yes!" You sob. 

He's wiping the tears from your eyes with his fingers, and smiling at you like you're the most precious thing on this planet. 

"That's right, pretty. So pretty when you cry." He groans out, and his pace grows faster, rougher.

His hand dips down between you, and he's toying with your clit now. In any other circumstance, you'd be embarrassed by the way your body uncontrollably trembles. Your muscles are spasming at his touch. You just couldn't bring yourself to care, he was making you feel too good. 

"Darling," He purred, as he slowed his thrusts and pinched your clit between two fingers, rolling it, "I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum for me, can you do that?" 

You were mewling as you nodded your head frantically, feeling your peak rush towards you. 

At that he started fucking into you harshly, almost painfully, and you were coming undone with a loud cry on top of him. Your body tensed, nails digging into his shoulders, struggling not to throw your head back. His hand that was playing with you, gripped your jaw, smearing your own arousal on your face.

He was making sure you kept your word, maintaining your gaze on his while you clenched around him. Your eyes were fluttering as you tried to keep them open. He was biting his lip, eyebrows scrunched together as he fucked you through your orgasm. Watching your face contorted in pleasure. 

"So tight." He grunted.

You were scratching at him now, nails dragging down his shoulders. And your mouth was hung open in a silent scream, your voice having given up on you. 

It was becoming overwhelming. 

You still didn't want it to stop.

"I know you can take it darling, take it." He growled, gripping both your hips now to steady you.

So you did, until you were limp in his arms, and he was releasing into you with a groan. 

Your head was resting on his shoulder. Sweaty skin sticking to each other, and he was soothing you. Humming and stroking your hair gently. You were breathing heavily, trying to come down from this mind blowing experience. But you weren't descending, not mentally. You were still riding that high, stuck in a lust filled haze. 

He started to roll his hips tantalizingly slow, and you hissed at it, feeling slight pain. Mostly you were shocked he was still hard. 

His chest vibrated while he quietly laughed, "Did you forget the 'more' part, darling. I keep telling you, we're not done yet." 

You whined at the sensation of his gentle movements. 

"Shhh, there there." He's teasing you, "Are we a little sore?"

"Yes." You breathed.

"I can fix that." 

You gasped when he slid out of you, hating the fact that you felt so empty. 

He was positioning you to lay down on his clothes, taking care that no part of you touched the ground. You just let him handle you, molding your pliant body however he wanted it.

His hands were rubbing down your arms, and he was smiling down at you. When you met his eyes, you couldn't explain the exact emotions you were feeling. You'd let this man take your soul if he asked right now. 

He was licking his lips as his hand trailed back to your core. You gasped again, then whined when he dragged his fingers through your swollen folds. His touch was almost massaging, yet sensual. He was touching everywhere, teasingly avoiding your sensitive bud. 

The more he touched you, the more you writhed. And sensing another comment about how you can't be still or patient, you yanked him down to you so you could kiss him. 

You were tired of just laying there, you wanted to start giving. To start touching.

You didn't know where all this stamina came from, but you were determined to use it. You jerked your hips up, leaning more into his touch. 

It wasn't until you reached down to wrap your fingers around his length that he paused his movements. 

He was still slick with your cum. And you used that to give him slow strokes.

He let out a hoarse moan against your lips, before pressing his fingers directly on your clit, rubbing in small circles. He was matching your tempo directly. You whined into the kiss, your hand picking up pace. Pumping him faster now, and he followed your lead. 

Or so you thought, just as you felt your climax starting to build, his fingers were being pulled away. 

He took your hand off him, and then crawled down your body, coming face to face with your core. 

"So pretty, even here darling." 

You were blushing at his words, but you couldn't take your eyes off of his, as he stared at you from between your thighs. 

"Still sore? Let me make it feel better, little dove." 

And you felt his tongue lave through your folds. It was gentle and it felt hot, and it drove you crazy. The flicks of his tongue against your clit were maddening, and you wanted more. 

Your hips started slowly moving against his face, and this time he let you. He lets you roll your hips, and grind against his face. His tongue flattened against you, and you slid your hand into his blindingly white locks. You started grinding against him harshly, losing all sense and control of your body and just focusing on climaxing. 

He let himself be used by you, and as your grip in his hair tightened, so did that feeling in your stomach. You felt another orgasm come over you, and he let you ride it out, quite literally.  

You expected to start feeling spent by now, but you didn't. So before he could climb back up your body to kiss you, you were sitting up and pushing him onto his back.

He landed on it with a thud, puffing out air and looking at you incredulously. 

You let the primal urges take over as you lowered yourself onto your stomach, and took his member in your hand. You licked up the underside of his cock, your eyes never leaving his. He groaned as you watched his eyes roll into the back of his head. 

You placed a soft kiss on the tip, and licked the strings of precum off your lips. 

"Fuck..." He whispered.

"Let me return the favor." You mumbled before you took his tip between your lips.

You let your tongue swirl over it a few times, savoring his taste. He brought his hand down to your face, and pushed your hair back for you. 

You let your tongue run down the underside of his cock, and you sunk your mouth onto him. You had completely engulfed him, and were struggling not to gag. Still, you never intended to stop. 

He was grunting as your head bobbed up and down on him, saliva collecting at the corners of your mouth and dripping down to pool at his pelvis. 

"Making--ah fuck--such a mess for me, darling." He groaned. 

He lets you keep at your own pace for a while longer before he starts thrusting into you. He kept your head in place, and you gagged and tears started running down your cheeks. Each stroke became more and more erratic, until ropes of his hot cum were shooting down your throat. 

He pulled you off of him and you gulped down breaths of air. He was caressing your cheek, swiping a mix of tears, spit and cum from your lips before kissing you. 

That's how you both continued throughout the night. Pleasuring each other, nearly non-stop, under the moonlight. Your mind was fractured, nothing else but him existed inside of it. He'd touched, fondled, massaged, and embraced you, until you could only respond with breathy whispers of his name. 

"Felix..." You sighed, when he was bringing feeling back to your numb legs by massaging them.

"Felix..." You moaned, as he slowly took you as you both laid on your sides.

"Felix..." You screamed as you came undone on top of him, riding him roughly.

He took you in many different positions, and you indulge yourself in each one. When he wasn't fucking you, you were whining in complaint and going down on him. If he wasn't going down on you, he was edging you with his fingers. Your hands never left each other's bodies, always needing connection. You were sure he was just as familiar with your body as you were by this point. 

The exhaustion finally hit when he had you on your back in a mating press. The last thing you remember, is staring up into the twilight sky. Dawn was approaching, the stars were disappearing before your eyes, as the golden glow of the sun started to peek through. 

Your eyes were fluttering as you fought unconsciousness, determined to finish fucking this completely ethereal creature. Felix was barely putting in an effort to fuck you, but he still slid in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, as if he wanted to keep your orgasm at bay. You both wanted to extend this moment in time, but your body wouldn't have that.

When you finally let go, cumming on his cock for what felt like the hundredth time. That's when your eyes shut and you gave into the exhaustion. 

The familiar scent of nag champa incense filled your nostrils as you started to come to. 

Your bedroom, permanently infused with your favorite scent to burn, that's where you were. The familiar feel of your sheets beneath you, and your heavy comforter confirmed that.  

Your mind still felt a little cloudy as you started to recall how you got to your bed from the forest. 

That's when you feel a body next to you and your eyes shot open.

"Felix?" You croaked, your voice dry and hoarse.

He was laying next to you on his side, in your bed, in your house. 

He had the blankets pulled up to his waist, and was resting his head on his hand. Elbow propped up, so he could see you better. He was shirtless and he wore that same smile on his face, like he was so fond of you.

"Is that still the only thing you can say, little dove?" He whispered teasingly. 

"How- I mean, why-?" You stutter as you attempt to sit up in bed, but your entire body aches. 

You hiss at the burning sensation you felt between your legs. And your legs, gods, you don't think that they've ever felt so sore. 

"Easy darling, you need to rest." He said as he helped you sit up. 

He reached over to his side of the bed and handed you a glass of water, motioning for you to drink. 

You eyed him curiously as you sipped your water, finishing it rather quickly when you realized how thirsty you were. 

"I ran you a bath and kept it hot, when you're ready we should wash you up more." 

"More?" You questioned him.

"I did clean you up last night, I'm not a monster. The bath will help ease your muscles." He chuckled.

"How did you even know where I live?" 

"It's not hard to figure out, we weren't that far from it. Your house is the only one for miles." 

You still felt guarded around him, even after the night you shared. If the stories your mother told you turned out to be partially true, you could only imagine what other lore could turn out to be true. 

Now this mischievous creature knew where you lived, he was in your home.

"I know this is your sacred space little dove, I don't intend to intrude. However, I couldn't exactly leave you in the state you were in. How are you feeling? Is your head a little clearer?" He spoke softly as he brushed his fingers through your hair. 

It is. Almost all of that dazed feeling was gone, you felt more lucid. In that clarity though, a rush of embarrassment hit you. You felt your skin heat up at the more clear memories of last night. 

You were never the type for hookups or one night stands, yet the things you did with this perfect stranger... This perfect magickal stranger... they felt unspeakable. You'd never lost yourself so completely in someone else's presence, much less with your own... sessions. 

You hide your face in your hands and rub at your temples, trying to make sense of this entire situation. Of your own feelings. You didn't exactly regret it or hate it. Something still felt off. Not only was the entire act abnormal in general, and downright questionable. But it was so out of character for you. Did he use... compulsions? Did he have that type of magick?

"Thinking too hard will just exhaust you more." He said.

"Look..." You sigh, as you turn to face him, "I'm a little lost here, I don't know what to make of this all." 

Next thing you know, he's off the bed. He's picking you up in his arms, and you notice you're both still nude. Your face flushes again at that, and you struggle a bit in his arms.

"Be calm darling, I'm just taking you to the tub. We can talk about it all." 

You let him place you in the tub, and then he's sliding in behind you. Slotting you between his legs. He's pulling you back towards him, so you lay against his chest. You both sit like that for a few moments, absorbing the heat from the bath and getting used to each other in a new type of intimate way.

You should be kicking him out of your house. You should be cussing him out. Defending yourself, but why didn't you feel the need to defend yourself against him? Why were you drawn to him? 

When you think about the facts, some would say you were attacked last night. I mean there's a reason the Fae call it a punishment You didn't feel attacked though. You enjoyed yourself, as crazy as that is to say. 

You always knew you were an adventurous soul, but you never thought to this extent. 

How do you come to terms with actually feeling okay with this whole thing, when you knew you shouldn't be?

"You're a witch, right?" He suddenly asks you, breaking your train of thought. 

"I am... though I'm beginning to question the validity of that title, seeing as I have an actual magical creature behind me." You mumble. 

You knew the magick you practiced was real. You could feel it. It's not like you could create fire though, or move things, or transfigure things in front of you. You weren't even sure Felix could do any of that as an elf. You weren't sure of anything anymore. 

You felt like you were entering an existential crisis. Panic was starting to settle within you when you felt his chest vibrate with laughter, it was an oddly soothing sensation that you know you've felt before.

"No, you are. I can sense it, it's in your blood. It took me a while to piece it together, but you are a witch through and through. Sometimes humans don't know of their tie to the magickal world, but I figured... from your altar, among other objects and ingredients I've noticed here, that you knew." 

You hummed, your mother always told you that you were a part of a long line of witches. She raised you heavily within her practice. You never doubted her, but somehow this new revelation made it so much more real. You realize this was opening a whole new aspect in your own practice. A hidden world, seemingly waiting for your return.

"Is that why you came to me? Because you sensed a witch was near?" You questioned him, your hands playing with the water. 

"No, you stepped inside my fairy ring. I have to say I was shocked. I placed it in, what I thought was, an inconspicuous area. I hadn't realized your home was nearby."

"Okay, I'm going to need you to explain." You sighed. 

"Well... you already know what I told you yesterday. The stories you were told, were passed down by your ancestors and other mortals in general. You don't really just dance in fairy rings, that's a small fib we tell the children. As more human children found the rings, when we'd find them dancing. We'd send them off, warning them if they came in again that we would have them dancing until they faint. When our own children wandered into them curiously, we'd tell them the same thing until it became time for them to learn. It's just something stupid the ancestors came up with, I don't know... It does always start out with a courting dance though, but the main reason for them is, inside a fairy ring... you mate. They're essentially a part of an ancient mating ritual."

At that you nearly jumped up to smack him, but he was a step ahead of you. His arms tightened around your body, pinning your arms to your chest. 

"MATING?!" You screamed at him, trying to turn your head and make eye contact, "I don't fucking wan-" 

"Please, calm down little dove. It's not possible for me to actually breed you. That requires an entirely different ritual, one that hasn't been performed in centuries. I'm not even sure anyone would know how to perform it these days..." He trails off. 

"So then why even lay these stupid Fae traps for humans anyways?!" You screech. 

"They're not traps, and they're not meant for humans." He says defensively, and you can hear the pouting in his tone, "Think of it like this. You know how some penguins build big and pretty nests to attract a mate? It's kind of like that. It's a lot to explain in detail, and I had to create one. Now that I'm of age, it's expected of me to find a partner. Even if I don't find the need to." 

"And why do they exist in this realm if they're not meant for us?"

"Well, a long time ago, back when there was only this realm, and there were more Fae than humans, they came across one. That fairy was so angry at the human for intruding on something so intimate of his, and he threatened the human with a punishment. Before any of the other Fae could stop him, he entered the ring. When they both were inside of it, they were overcome with the magic of the ring. The courting dance had started, and no one else was able to enter. The desire for each other grew. In his anger he must've forgotten what the ring's intention was, and was only focused on punishing the human. But he never got that far. They ended up... mating. They never separated from that night, spending their lives together. It was millenia ago. It created an uproar though. Our kinds had never joined before that way."

You sat and listened, calming down a bit as he told you this story.

"There were battles, not an outright war but there might as well have been. They grew to love each other, and they led the winnings of those battles to stay together. They opened the door for Fae and humans to be together, but it has always been frowned upon from both sides."

There was an entire history of this world that you had never known. One that you could never even imagine to be true. But it is. Before your mind let you delve into it though, you thought back to something he said.

"Overcome with magic? These rings hold compulsions over beings?" You questioned hastily, needing to confirm your suspicions. 

"No. It's not like that..." He sighed, "Didn't you feel different last night?" He continues, "The mushrooms release something like a pheromone. An aphrodisiac, to enhance your sexual stamina. Among other mood boosting and energy boosting properties. It starts by uplifting your mood, making you feel the happiest you've ever been. Then you start dancing, your energy building up in preparation for what's to come. It's not until your partner enters that the aphrodisiacs start releasing. But it doesn't just take away your consent like that. Both parties have to be willing... it needs to be mutual. Though that's not to say that's not how every instance turns out. Evil exists in all realms." 

You shivered at his words, trying to process everything. You could clearly remember the primal urges taking over, the need to constantly be filled. It explained that off feeling, why you were acting so out of character. But you couldn't deny that you had wanted it. 

Craved it. 

You never tried to stop it, never wanted to stop it... In fact you initiated it to an extent. 

He started talking again, "That's why I couldn't just leave you there. Especially not in that forest, where other creatures lurk and might find you. I never felt anything dark there, but that doesn't mean it won't come along. I brought you home. I cleaned you up, I made you drink because you were getting dehydrated. I cared for you."

He was loosening his grip around you to rub your shoulders. It made you think back to the skilled massages he gave you last night, in between all of the sex. He made sure to take care of you the whole night it seemed.

"But none of this answers my question from earlier, why not place the rings in your own realm now? Why would any of the Fae place them here?" You asked.

"There are many different reasons..." He mumbled, "Some of them do it because they want to experience sex with a willing human. Some of them do use them as traps for humans, and those Fae are disgraceful, downright evil. Most of those types have been banished from the realm I come from. But some are like me. We try to hide them, from everyone. Because even though we're required to have them, we don't want to use them."

Then you thought back to his previous words, "Wait... 'find your partner' you said? Are we- do we have some sort of bond now?"

The silence was thick in the air. You waited for him to speak, but he didn't, so you turned around in the tub to face him. Your legs spread out on top of his, as you half straddled his lap. 

His eyes stared into yours, expressionless. It was much colder than his usual warm aura, so you grabbed his hand to hold it, and asked again in a softer tone, "Do we?" 

"We don't have to. It's not permanent. Most Fae who get humans within their rings leave them there once they've passed out anyways. Humans don't have the same stamina as we do, even with their boosted energy from the ring. The first woman passed out, that's where the ancestors got their silly tale from." He spoke tightly, like he was debating even revealing this bond at all. 

"I see." You replied, even though you had many more questions and didn't have a full grasp on it all. 

Not much made sense. In a span of hours you found out the true existence of a hidden realm, and these magickal creatures. You met one, you slept with him, then you actually slept with him, and now you bathe with him. You talk with him, as if all of this is a normal day.

It should all unsettle you more than it actually does. You should be freaking out, 100% meltdown level. This is the story of fairy tales, and maybe not a good one. This could be the big bad wolf and you could be little red riding hood. But somehow, you were comfortable in his presence. Comfortable enough to want to spend more time with him. To learn more, about him, his world, and this new bond. 

So you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving his lips a small peck. 

"Maybe we could... figure it out together? See what happens next, if you explain more to me, that is." 

His eyes lit up with hope, and his charming smile returned to his face. The thought that you could wake up every day to that smile entered your head quicker than you could blink.

You'd figure something out. You had to. He couldn't leave your life now. Not when it seemed like it was just getting started thanks to him.

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⠀ꔫ˚　༝　◌ ⌒⌒ three strikes !

↳ jeongin swears on his life that he's seen something odd between you and felix... exactly three times, in fact, but he needs more concrete proof...

PAIRING: felix lee x gn!reader

FORMAT: one shot

GENRE: college au, friends to lovers, fluff, jeongin third wheeling...

WARNINGS: brief mentions of food and being sick (just the flu bug nothing huge)

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

FAE'S NOTES: this is just a little bit half-assed... idk if i have much faith in this and i believe i can do better than this but i'm gonna post it anyway for you guys! please let me know if you have any feedback, my writing muscles have basically atrophied and i need to find my rhythm again TT

jeongin doesn't usually second-guess his closest friends like this, but something has changed. he knows you and felix well enough to know at least that.

you have always been hard to read. you're an independent, reliable sort of person, not outwardly emotional nor needlessly arrogant either—you tend to show your love for your friends through small, quiet gestures. felix, on the other hand, is someone who wears his heart on his sleeve—almost to a fault. always baking extra brownies to gift people, always going the extra mile, always looking on the bright side, even in the darkest of situations. he is as fragile as he is affectionate.

yes, affectionate. that's the word he's been looking for to describe the changes in your friendship with felix. you've been more affectionate. jeongin has always chalked it up to felix's own proclivities rubbing off on you given the sheer amount of time you spend together, but now... he's not so sure it's that simple. there have been three strikes jeongin has kept score of so far.

STRIKE #1

jeongin remembers it was a tuesday, because that's the only day of the week where all three of you shared classes. you would always sit in a row near the back of the class. he has made it a point to memorise both yours and felix's timetables this semester—as do the both of you with him—so he knows you don't usually have prior arrangements before coming to campus. you've always had a tradition of meeting in the lobby before walking to class together as a result.

so, when his phone pings with a message from you saying 'sorry innie, we're gonna be a bit late! pls go to class first, just save us seats', he is immediately struck with confusion. what did you mean, "we"? felix, uncharacteristically, hasn't said a word and it's already 5 minutes shy from when class starts. he always arrives at least 10 minutes before. how strange, jeongin thinks to himself as he trudges up the stairs to class, incredibly unfamiliar with the circumstance of having to do so on his own for the first time. he just brushes the nagging suspicion off, telling himself it was probably because of some public transport situation that's delayed you both—not something entirely uncommon.

it's about 15 minutes into the class before he sees you. the second he spots felix and you stumbling through the doors, profusely apologising to the professor for your tardiness, though, is when the same sensation of suspicion comes back. as you and felix shuffle to make their way to the seats jeongin saved for you, he can't help but notice your attire. you're wearing an oversized black shirt with some graphic of an anime printed on. jeongin's eyes squint as he stares at it, assuming it must have been a new purchase of yours. but he swears he's seen it before.

when you and felix take your seats and the professors picks up where she left off, felix turns to jeongin and apologises for being late. "we're really sorry jeongin, we owe you one," he quips, before he fishes his laptop out of his bag. the younger boy just shrugs it off as no big deal. plus, he had something else on his mind to worry about than harp on the two of you being late to class.

the dots quickly connect a few moments later in jeongin's head. felix has a shirt just like the one you're wearing. he swears he's seen him wearing it before, just last week when the three of you had gone out for dinner. it's been a shirt of his for years now, so worn down by so many uses that it has bleach stains on the sleeves, despite how much care felix puts into his clothing.

jeongin leans back in his chair and slowly, subtly pushes it back. he steals a glance at your side profile, thankfully without either you or felix noticing. there they were: bleach stains on the sleeves. upon further inspection, the shirt you were wearing looks way too worn out to be a new shirt—he concludes it must be felix's. but why would you wear felix's dank shirt to begin with? it would be weird to ask if that's his shirt you were wearing, so he decides to keep his silence for now.

STRIKE #2

this time, it was jeongin's turn to be late. the three of you had planned a picnic to celebrate the end of the gruelling semester—an idea felix suggested. he wanted it to be a potluck, so the each of you planned to bring something of your own making along.

jeongin wanted to go all out with his: he wanted to bake cupcakes, something felix had recently taught him how to. he wanted to show you his latest endeavours, baked fresh, but he didn't expect it to go sideways so last minute. he ended up showing up almost half an hour late, hair sticking to his forehead from all the sweat and cupcake frosting smeared all over the tupperware he placed them in out of haste.

when he finally spots the two of you amid the grass field at the park, he notices something... odd. he stops in his tracks to catch his breath and squints his eyes to get a better look. if he didn't know any better, he'd have thought you two were... holding hands? the sun was glaring directly in his face, obscuring his vision, so jeongin couldn't be 100% sure. but what he does know is that your figures were so close to each other they were practically shoulder-to-shoulder. this isn't exactly beyond felix, who is notorious for his habits of physical affection. but it is most certainly out of character for you, as someone who prefers to keep most people at an arm's length.

jeongin shrugs it off. he guesses felix nor he would be considered "most people". perhaps it was a trick of the light. he also doesn't have good enough reason to find it entirely strange—perhaps felix had gotten through to you in that regard. he had bigger things to worry about: your dinner getting cold.

STRIKE #3

the legitimacy of the third time is still up for debate, jeongin surmises. this time it wasn't your behaviour around each other, instead more so about how felix in particular reacted.

this happened over summer break. he remembers the sun being more unrelenting than ever—40 degrees celsius to be exact, he saw on the news—so you three had just decided to hang out in your bedroom, where the air conditioning is the coolest and crispiest (according to you). jeongin vividly recalls you lying on your stomach atop your bed, while the two boys were sprawled on the floor. that is, the carpet that laid over the spot where they would usually sprawl on the floor.

it was one of those 'parallel play' days, as you liked to call them. not necessarily doing things together, but doing separate things in the presence of each other, you said one time. felix was busy on his switch playing some pokemon game, you were scrolling on your phone and jeongin was just seconds away from drifting off to sleep on felix's lap.

it's been silent for, what, almost two hours now? but you end up breaking it first. "woah," you suddenly exclaimed, brows furrowing as you read something on your screen. "do you guys remember seungmin? from calculus?"

jeongin does not move an inch aside from nodding his head, and felix just lets out a little "yeah?" though his eyes were never once peeled from the console screen.

"i think he just asked me out," you tell them, bewildered.

this, of course, elicits reactions of surprise from jeongin and felix. the former lifts himself and sits up to ask details, while the other just turns the switch off—did he even save his progress on the game?—and sits there in silence as he silently watches you and jeongin discuss your classmate's... proposition. jeongin makes a playful jab at how you could have given him the wrong idea by flirting with him, which you immediately shut down. "i've never done anything suggestive to him, i swear!" you exclaimed in full defense.

seungmin has only ever made conversation with you once or twice in class, jeongin recalls. you also never really put in the effort to get to know your other classmates if jeongin and felix were in the same classes. jeongin makes a passing comment about how seungmin could pass as your type (if you squint hard enough), but it falls on deaf ears when you and felix meet each other's gazes.

"you're gonna tell him no, right?" felix suddenly chimes in after moments of prolonged silence, raspy voice cracking just a little. jeongin snaps his head to turn and look at his friend, head tilted and brow lifted. you give felix a look jeongin cannot quite describe, and chuckle with a soft smile as you nod. "of course i'm gonna say no," you assure him. he lets out a very heavy sigh of relief, but none of this goes unnoticed by jeongin.

this is very weird, jeongin remembers thinking. you have always been receptive to potential love interests, even if they weren't necessarily people you'd normally be into. so why are you so sure now that you'd reject seungmin without even giving him a chance?

on that note, what's it to felix who asks you out? why does he have a say? plus, he could've sworn he detected some semblance of... jealousy in his question. but he supposes that could be normal considering all three of you are so used to spending time with each other. jeongin does admit to himself that he'd feel lonely if you were to be whisked away by some stranger out of nowhere. it wouldn't be the same.

jeongin has theories, maybe even concepts of a theory, but no concrete enough proof for confrontation—so far. it looks like he has to wait till he does before he can address the massive elephant in the room.

FINAL STRIKE

it finally happens when he decides to stop by your apartment with take-out. you had told your friends about falling sick the night before—alas, you have caught the flu bug. they were just textbook symptoms like a low-grade fever, sore throat and a runny nose, nothing to worry about in particular, you told them. but jeongin just so happens to pass by your neighbourhood on his usual route home from work, so he decides to drop in with some chicken soup for you as a small surprise. you had already been texting the group chat the entire day about how exhausted you were to make yourself a half-decent dinner, so jeongin thought this would be a nice way to take care of his friend.

he knocks on your door multiple times to no response. maybe you're sleeping? he looks around the potted plants sitting outside your door and lifts the snake plant up, grabbing the rusted spare key tucked away from prying eyes just underneath. he quickly and quietly unlocks the front door and lets himself in. i'll just go in, check on y/n and put this soup on the table, he tells himself as he enters. maybe text you to let you know he got you dinner.

that is, until a warm aroma of what he believes to be fresh bolognese wafts to where he is at the front door. he hears the distant clanging of pots and pans coming from the kitchen, and—strangest of all—he hears... conversation? he can definitely hear you talking and even giggling, but he can't quite make out who the other person was. he's about 99% sure there was someone else in here, but could it be just a phone call? he sneaks down the hallway to the kitchen, the noises getting clearer as he inches closer. when he sticks his head out from a blind corner to peek into the kitchen, he sees it: felix plating a fresh bowl of spaghetti while you're sitting on the dining table engaged in idle chatter. a lump catches in his throat—what is felix doing here? and most importantly, why didn't he know of this? he felt momentarily betrayed.

jeongin just stands there in silence, unsure of how to confront you, while you and felix continue chatting. it's only when felix sets down two plates of pasta and goes in to plant a peck on your cheek does jeongin yelp in shock, which frightens all three of you.

felix squints his eyes, which widen in utter disbelief when he recognises the familiar facade lurking by the corridor. "jeong...in?" he asks, voice trembling a little from disbelief. when he says jeongin's name, you shoot him a similar look, but this one is more panicked and afraid. jeongin awkwardly steps out within view, but he puts a hand up to cover his mouth to prevent himself from screaming. he raises the other arm to point an accusatory finger at the both of you. you swear you just heard felix gulp next to you.

"i..." jeongin sputters. "i knew it! i knew something was going on between you two idiots!"

the verbalisation of his revelation is what completely opens the floodgates, causing the entire place to erupt in complete and utter chaos. jeongin paces back and forth with the chicken soup still dangling from his fingers as he rants about how he's caught you doing "weird stuff" a couple of times but couldn't have known, about how he's been feeling a little left out recently, how you have been looking at felix funny sometimes. meanwhile, felix just begins to talk over him with near-equal (if not more) amounts of sheer panic and distress, reaching out to him to get him to calm down while explaining that this wasn't how they had intended for him to find out.

you, crippled by the shock from jeongin's unexpected appearance, just sit there, unable to do much of anything what with your flu, just silently watching felix and jeongin form a panic attack circle jerk in your own house.

"enough!" jeongin raises his voice, which immediately shuts felix up. jeong has never raised his voice. you shoot felix a nervous look.

"i thought we were best friends," jeongin utters, the slightest hint of melancholy lacing his voice. he looks offended. you've never seen him look this offended, not even when he was accused of academic misconduct that one time. "i'm happy for you, ecstatic even! i swear i am, but really? why would you keep this for me for so long?"

you decide you should talk to him—felix is very clearly out of his depth when it comes to handling intense situations like this and he's only making jeongin feel worse with all the jabbering. you stand up from your seat on the table and walk over to him, taking your hands in his.

"i'm sorry, jeongin. we... we weren't entirely sure of how we were gonna do this," you tell him, almost in a whisper.

felix scratches the back of his neck, avoiding any and all eye contact with either of you. "we wanted to keep it quiet," he admits. "at first, at least."

you nod in agreement, and turn back to look at jeongin. "you were going to be the first person we would break the news to. not even our own parents, i swear," you divulge, while you spot felix in the corner of your eye making a silent crossed hearts gesture to double down on his sincerity. jeongin's once-tense features start to ease up a bit, but not entirely. "you are our best friend. we never want you to feel like this. we're sorry," you assure him, before pulling him into a bear hug. you feel felix join from behind you to make it a group hug.

"i don't care what you guys have going on, but don't keep any more secrets from me. got it?" your friend huffs after you all pull back, feigning some sort of authority. felix chuckles at how ridiculous he sounds—being the youngest of the three, the tone just sounds alien when it comes from him. "we would never," felix tells him, reaching out to give jeongin a firm pat on the back. "i think y/n might like you more than me anyway, they're always going, 'we should call jeongin! we should send him a photo! we should—"

your palm slaps against the lower half of your boyfriend's face in protest. "we might be dating but you're on thin ice," you glare at him, before he raises both hands to surrender.

jeongin jovially chimes in to break the tension: "can i just say, i've always felt like you'd get along. aren't you glad i introduced you to each other? you wouldn't be a thing if it weren't for me, ya know." felix and you just huff in response—he can have this.

[cheolsfae]

Hello:) I was wondering if you do a reading for how Stray Kids would be like with a sensitive s/o ( like the one for enhypen)? Thank you!!!🩷

Mhm!

*Disclaimer: Solely for fun. Please do not take this seriously! For entertainment purposes only!*

Minho's and Hyunjin's are so fucking sweet I swear to god! I'm loyal to changbin, loyal to changbin, loyal to chang-

𓆦 Chris (Bangchan)

Past: queen of wands, page of swords

At first, he'd be happy that he managed to pull someone as sweet as them. He could possibly have staked them out first though. Like been watchful of who was after them too. So like making sure he was the only one after them. Like he wants that person to himself. All of them for him and no one else. He might be the type to be absolutely confident in himself that he could pull them even if there was competition. Overly confident too.

Present: 4 of cups, 6 of swords (reversed), the star

I think he would be the type to kind of start walking on egg shells with this person once the honeymoon phase is over. Mainly because he's scared to hurt them. He doesn't want to say something that would cause them to be in pain. He wouldn't want to end things with them, cause they are someone who he is wishing for but it is difficult for him to be his most self with. So it would be hard for him to keep seeing someone like this. I'm not sure how long this would last.

Future: the emperor, 5 of cups

He would see a future with this person but ultimately, I don't think it would last very long. He'd be disappointed in himself for not feeling completely fulfilled in himself if he continued on hiding his true self from this person just to spare their feelings. Like yes, it's a nice thing to do but if you can't be authentic why keep up this facade for the rest of your life? It's extremely tiring to do for even an hour let alone a whole life time. That's just crazy. He would end up having to leave this person.

𓆦 Minho

Past: the hanged man, the magician

So when he came into contact with this person he'd immediately know he'd have to change things. Like the way he spoke about things, he'd know he'd have to say it in a more gentle way than what he is typically used to. He'd be so into this person, he might have been hoping and praying they would come towards him. Like they made the effort for him, doing all the extra-ness for him. But he'd also be giving the same energy. It's not all going to be one sided. He's going to want to change his ways for this person.

Present: 8 of pentacles, 6 of wands

He's going to want to be a better person for this sweet person. It's going to "force" him to really work on himself. He's going to want to be more open with this person, more affectionate. This type of person could really soften his heart (not that he's cold, he's just not flat out affectionate, it's more indirect) and be more willing to show the affection outright. It looks like he could be successful in this change if he was willing to put in the effort.

Future: page of wands, ace of swords

He really would want to keep expanding and seeing where things could go with this person. He would absolutely be more direct about what he sees in the future with this type of person. He'd be more willing to be more public with affection. This is the type of person, I feel would suit him best. This person seems to have lessons for him to learn.

𓆦 Changbin

Past: page of cups, 3 of swords

So, he's gone through this before. He is sensitive, regardless if he wants to admit it or not. He is. So if he was to make any sort of effort to get to know someone who was also sensitive, he'd be fearful of them hurting him more than he himself hurting them. He maybe a big buff guy but he's really soft and needs to be protected too. So, if he were to make this offer to someone more sensitive, he'd be extremely hesitant and they'd have to be willing to protect him like he is for them. Equal ground in that sense.

Present: 3 of cups, 10 of cups

Once he's gotten past the fear of them hurting him, he'd feel emotionally fulfilled. He'd be happy with everything that he's got going for him at that point. He'd feel like he's earned everything he's got with this person. He'd feel like he could actually build something with this person. I think that this person would feel the exact same way as he would. Really cute!!

Future: 6 of wands, the hermit

He'd feel like he's accomplished so much. He's a Leo, so of course he'd be feeling very prideful of what he's got both with this person and what he's got going for him career wise. I don't think this would be boastful energy but something more subtle. Not something like we are used to seeing from him, I feel like he'd be low key about being this happy, feels more genuine from him than his silliness. So like a sense of maturity with it.

𓆦 Hyunjin

Past: queen of pentacles, the world

Very nurturing and sweet towards this person, not a doubt in my mind that he'd be the absolute sweetest towards them. He views this person as his whole world. This could be something he does with every partner but especially if this person is very sensitive. He wants to protect them at all costs. Nothing is going to harm them. He wants to be their safety net. Will do whatever he can to keep them safe!

Present: 10 of pentacles, king of cups

He's emotionally stable enough to take care of them. He wants to be able to provide for them in any which way they need it. He wants to be their solid support system. He's always going to be there for them no matter how small the issue is. They stubbed their toe? He's right there making sure they are icing it, making sure they aren't bleeding, lmao. He's really there for them through thick and thin. Even if he doesn't particularly like them when they are arguing, he'd still bail them out of trouble in a heart beat.

Future: 4 of words, 7 of wands

He wants to get to a secure place with this person where he can be himself and still feel like he's putting a whole lot of effort towards this connection. Not laziness but a comfortable love. He wants to be able to enjoy it with this person no matter how slow moving they are.

𓆦 Jisung

Past: the star, 7 of swords

So he had hoped for someone like that. But I don't think he really would know what to expect from this person. So in the beginning, he'd be a little fake. He wouldn't exactly be showing his true colors right away. He'd be in a state of walking on egg shells. Hiding himself because he doesn't know this person very well.

Present: the high priestess, 7 of wands

He would be very suspicious of this person. He'd feel like they were definitely hiding something. Like they are working on screwing him over. He may have some serious attachment issues. He could have a disorganized attachment style. Like he has to leave before they can leave him or he has to be more clingy thinking that will get them to stay. Depending on what kind of attachment the other person has.

Future: 8 of swords, page of pentacles

He's going to be getting too much in his head if someone like this walked into his life. He'd definitely self sabotage because he doesn't think he deserves someone like that. He would end up bread crumbing them. Not intentionally but because he might have low self esteem when it comes to romantic conncections.

𓆦 Felix

Babylon by 5 Seconds of Summer is coming to mind for this one.

Past: queen of cups, 6 of swords

At first, I think they would both appreciate it. Like yes, I have someone who understands me. We are both on the same level. They would be letting go of old patterns they had prior to this connection. Like they would be able to be vulnerable with one another. No need to hide who they are with one another. Just bare it all and they'd accept each other, no hesitation whatsoever.

Present: queen of wands, 6 of cups

It would kind of start to move quickly. That's because they'd feel like they'd known each other for a life time. It'd be great and good for a while but then something switches and it kind of goes out and now they are constantly bickering at one another. Over silly little things too. Yes, there are growing pains but they shouldn't be all that often and it's going to turn incredibly toxic.

Future: knight of swords, the magician (reversed)

As quickly as this started it would end just as swiftly. No doubt that they care for one another deeply but eventually, I feel that it would end up turning into a game of who's a better manipulator. I don't think it would be intentional at first but it would more towards the end of it. It's like who's more daring to use their emotions to get what they want.

𓆦 Seungmin

Past: 9 of pentacles, judgement

So, at first he'd be hesitant to take this kind of risk. Because he does like his independence. He like's being on his own. No shame in that. He'd be going back and forth about what he wants from such a person but ultimately I think he'd take that risk. He's more scared of the harm he could end up doing to this person because he isn't completely healed but I think in this case, he would heal more if he got with this person. They'd do him no harm, they would help him learn and be better.

Present: 4 of wands, king of wands

He'd end up caving for this person. He'd end up taking the gamble. He'd start off really passionate but once he learned that that's not the type of person this person is, he'd tone it down a lot and be more true to the type of partner he is rather than putting up this front that he's all passion and nothing more. He'd be more down to earth.

Future: 4 of swords, 10 of pentacles

He'd definitely tone it down a lot. But don't get it mixed up, he's still deeply and utterly in love with this person just a more realistic version of love than what Hollywood makes it to be. It's more calming. This person is his peace and he wants to keep it that way forever if he can.

𓆦 Jeongin (I.N.)

Past: 5 of pentacles (reversed), 9 of pentacles

I think if/when he meets this type of person he's going to have released an old energy of holding grudges. He's going to be happy and living his best life. I think he would be more than willing to give this whole thing a shot. It would be something good for him, he'd be willing to give this whole thing a go. Even without knowing the risks that are involved with it.

Present: 8 of pentacles, 10 of wands (reversed)

He's also be the type to work on himself to better himself for this person. He doesn't want to be a burden to this person. Like having an emotionally stunted partner is not something anyone should have to deal with and he's hoping he isn't that way to that person, he wants to be someone reliable. A "man's man" if that makes any sense.

Future: ace of wands, 4 of swords

He's going to be very forward with this person. Just flat out direct mainly because he doesn't want them to over think. He wants them to know how much he cares for them. He doesn't want them to feel like they are being left in the dark. That's something that he wouldn't like being done to him so why do it to another person?

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Reminiscent Chapter 2: Past

Paring: Idol!Felix/FemReader

Summary: All the painful memories you pushed away and forgotten from when you were young are starting to come back to you. Why? Because your childhood best friend finally came back to you after thirteen years.

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, SFW

Requested: Yes

Note: Still not sure how I want the next part to go, suggestions are appreciated:)

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💜✨Warnings below the cut✨💜

Proofread: hehe yea (I lied)

Warnings: Suggestions of abuse/neglect, crying

The day was sunny, all morning I had been busy with school so when I finally got to leave I thought it would be best to explore my neck of the woods. It had only been a week since I moved in and I was starting to love it here more than the city, but I still wasn't sure.

I was content with my life and I felt like nothing could stop me as I trampled through the woods, wandering along and letting my mind daydream.

I decided it would be a change for me and I wanted to make it a good one. Seeming I lived in the city all my life and now my family relocated us to the woods with barely anyone around.

I stumbled upon a small trail in the woods that was quite the journey away from my house. I had already gone too far into the woods and didn't want to turn back so I pushed on.

When I further inspected the small trail, I noticed it looked like it was handmade. The stones were placed neatly apart from each other and had natural clay pushed in between the groves. It made the path smoother and easier to walk on so I knew someone would be at the end of it.

The small trees that grew alongside the trail had been cut and pruned to make a border for the trail as well. Small patches of flowers had been planted in patterns, really tying the whole thing together and making it feel magical.

Then I heard it

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“Why can't he just leave!?”

You punched the side of the old tree causing loud thuds to echo through the forest. You had never been this angry before. Punching that tree wasn't something you would ever do with a level head, it meant too much to you. But you've had enough of your dad, he's been getting drunk every night, coming home late, and yelling at you. It was all too much to bear.

“I wish he would just die!” you wailed, tears streaming down your face as you flopped down on the old tree’s roots.

“When will this chapter of my life end?”

*Snap*

“Who's there?!”

You stood up and grabbed your sharp stick in case it was your father. You were sure never to be followed but your dad was full of surprises. He could be coming to drag you back to the house and do who knows what to you.

“How did you find my tree? I'm armed!”

Then a tall, blonde, and notably cute boy appeared out of the bushes where your trail ended.

“Who are you?” you questioned, admiring his sweet face and all the freckles that accompanied it.

“I’m Felix, I didn't mean to scare you. I found your trail while wandering through the woods and decided to follow it,” he said with a sheepish smile.

You put down your weapon and motioned for him to come sit with you.

“My name is Y/n. You said yours was Felix, right?”

“Yes I'm Felix, I moved in about a week ago. My house is in that direction,” he said pointing behind him.

Felix plopped down across from you on the blanket that was spread out under the shade of the tree. Your backpack was behind you, notably full with stuff other than school supplies.

“This is Willow by the way,” you said patting the trunk of the tree. “She keeps me company when I don't want to be at home.”

“She's a very nice tree and you have a nice view of the pond from here,” he said smiling brightly.

“Sorry about that, I thought you were my dad.”

“Oh it's fine, I understand I probably scared you,” he said looking at the ground.

“I don't want to pry but I couldn't help noticing you were screaming when I first came around the bush.”

You sighed, his presence had for once made you forget the severity of your dad and the situation you were stuck in. Some part of you wanted to keep him by your side. You didn't know how but you just knew he'd be there for you, regardless if this was your first meeting.

“Ever since my mom died he's done nothing but drink and yell. My mom was essentially the only reason he had to live, now she's gone.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again and you couldn't help but let them fall. Instead of telling you to suck it up like everyone else did cause you were quote “too old to be crying.” He swooped in and sat beside you, cradling your hand and letting you cry on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry that it's like that Y/n,” he said in a buttery tone. “I've never heard of a more traumatic experience than that.”

You just let yourself follow his breaths. Regaining yourself and trying to stop the sniffles. He stroked your hair softly and didn't move, he just let you relax with big comforting arms wrapped around you tightly.

He had this smell. It was sweet and it could only be described as strawberries. When you were done hugging him you noticed that smell had rubbed off on your jacket and as gross as it was you didn't plan on washing it off.

“Can we maybe not talk about that?” you asked swishing your hair out of your face.

He simply nodded his head and smiled. It was the most vibrant smile you'd ever seen and it made you feel warm inside.

He swiped the tears off your face with his thumbs, then let out a big sigh.

“Whats wrong?”

“Nothing it's just, I don't want this to get boring so I was trying to come up with an idea.” he said tapping his finger on his chin.

You leaned back to grab your backpack that was behind you and flung it in his lap.

“I've got everything in there just in case, ya know?”

Felix zipped open the overstuffed backpack and immediately got that big smile back on his face “I got it.”

He then ran off into the forest, giggling and looking very excited but you were still confused why.

~

About fifteen minutes had gone by and you began to worry he got lost or worse, left you without saying goodbye.

But he left his backpack and he seemed so sweet, why would he leave? Then you heard the bushes shake.

“I'm back!” he shouted, holding up a large handful of wildflowers. Big ones, small ones, and all different colors.

He scurried over and sat down, placing the flowers beside him.

“You're gonna look so cute,” he whispered to himself, still giggling and acting super weird.

“What are you up to?” you asked, cocking your head to the side and taking in his pretty smile.

He motioned for you to scoot closer and grabbed your shoulders to flip you around so you were sitting with your back towards him.

He took the hair brush and ties out of your bag and began brushing the tangles out of your hair.

His hands were soft and he acted like he had done this before. Expertly braiding your hair into a crown braid and making you feel special for once.

“Have you done this before Sunshine?” you asked, proud of yourself for coming up with the perfect nickname to match his warm smile.

“Turn around,” he said with a giggle, clearly amused by the sudden use of the nickname.

He delicately placed the flowers throughout the braid then rummaged through your bag for a mirror.

“See? pretty.”

You couldn't help but blush as you looked at yourself in the mirror. “Wow I look..”

“Pretty,” he said, finishing your sentence and gazing into your eyes.

A giant gust of wind blew around the tree and made the moment feel even more special. Your wind chimes began to whistle a pretty song as the cool breeze flowed through the holes.

“Let's dance Sunshine!” you suggested, standing up and waving your hands in the breeze whatever way felt right.

Felix joined you, clapping his hands and jumping around you in a circle.

You grabbed his hands, interlocking your fingers and danced around Willow. Letting yourself smile from ear to ear for the first time in so long.

When the wind stopped you flopped back down on your blanket, exhausted from all the dancing. You snuggled close to Felix as he began to read the first few lines from your favorite book that you had stuffed in your bag.

“Can you stay with me, just for a while Sunshine?” you asked, interrupting him from reading.

“Of course I will Y/n.”

~

“That’s how I remember it,” Felix said wiping the tears off your cheek.

“And I'll never forget it.”

Pt 1

[skzfairyyydreamz]

Christmas Fic requests???

I really want to write something Christmas themed for next week but I have zero ideas someone please please help a girl out! Requests are wideeee opennnn!! 🫶🏼

[happyhuffles]

Cherry Red - 07

Biological Reaction. 

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Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of Rose's soft knuckles tapping against my door pulled me completely out of my slumber. I stood up adjusting my beanie, smoothing out my black slacks, and straightening the crisp white button up that had been gifted to me upon my arrival. Now it’s slightly wrinkled from my impromptu nap on the carpet. Fuck.

Looking towards the clock, I read the time to be nearly five o'clock. Double fuck. 

I cross the room in a few strides and unlock the door. Rose’s warm, familiar smile greets me as the door swings open. She’s impeccably put together, her blonde hair pinned neatly in a low bun and her uniform, that is the same as mine, clings to her perfectly. Her bright brown eyes scan me quickly, her smile widening as if she’s relieved to see I’m ready.

“Good! You’re all set,” she chirps, her cheerful tone at odds with the subtle edge of efficiency in her demeanor. “The briefing starts in just a few minutes. I came to make sure you didn’t get lost—or, you know, oversleep.”

She says the last part with a playful wink, but I can’t help the faint heat that creeps into my cheeks. Did she somehow know I’d fallen asleep?

My face must have asked the question for me as she lets out a soft chuckle. 

"You know the bed might be more comfortable than the floor," she says with a light teasing tone. 

I freeze in place. 

"Were you watching me sleep?" I question, my tone turning cold and wiping the smile off of her face. 

She's quick to tell me otherwise, "No, no of course not," Rose starts, "Its just.. you've got the carpet pattern imprinted into the side of your face."

Her words stop me in my tracks, and I instinctively lift a hand to my cheek. Sure enough, my fingertips brush over faint, raised lines where the carpet must have pressed into my skin.

Rose’s nervous chuckle fills the silence, and I glance at her, noting the apologetic look in her warm brown eyes. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” she says quickly, her hands half-raised as if to physically wave away the misunderstanding. “I was just trying to lighten the mood.”

I let out a breath, forcing myself to relax. “It’s fine,” I say, my voice quieter now, though I don’t entirely let go of the tension curling in my shoulders. “I overreacted.”

She offers me a small, tentative smile. “No harm done. I’ve been there, trust me. First days are always rough.”

Her attempt at reassurance pulls a reluctant nod from me. “Thanks.”

Without waiting for another awkward pause to settle, Rose gestures down the hall again. “Come on. The briefing’s just ahead. I promise no one will notice the carpet lines.”

Her words manage to coax a tiny smirk from me, and I follow her, brushing the back of my hand over my cheek once more. Great first impression, I think dryly. 

We walk through the wide palace hallways for a few more minutes before stopping in front of two large doors.

The massive doors before us are a work of art, carved from dark wood and inlaid with shimmering gold accents that catch the dim light of the hall. Vines twist and curl in an almost lifelike pattern, their leaves etched with painstaking detail, while small gemstones glint like dewdrops scattered across the surface. The craftsmanship is stunning. 

Rose steps forward and pushes one of the heavy doors open with surprising ease, the sound of its hinges low and smooth. She glances back at me with an encouraging smile. “After you.”

I hesitate briefly, then step inside.

The room beyond is enormous, a space that feels both grand and suffocating at once. High ceilings arch above us, adorned with murals of fae figures intertwined with nature, their ethereal beauty almost too perfect to look at for long. A long table stretches across the center of the room, its surface polished to a mirror-like shine. Around it sit a few humans, their uniforms identical to mine, their faces varying shades of weariness and wariness.

I look directly ahead of me last and when I do my breath catches in my throat. This is the throne room. 

Prince Hyunjin sits across from my standing figure and under his gaze my thoughts are instantly scattered. I was not expecting the future king to be apart of such a lowly task as this. Or my body to have such a physical reaction by his presence.

Rose clears her throat softly beside me and steps forward, breaking the silence. “This is Suki,” she says, her voice cheerful but respectful. “The new addition to Section One.”

I bow lowly, showing my respect. 

“Welcome,” he says, his voice smooth and cool, like the first drop of rain before a storm. “Take a seat.”

I move quickly to obey, my steps measured but unhurried, even as my heart pounds against my ribs. I can feel the weight of his gaze following me, piercing and assessing, as I slide into the closest seat at the long table. My movements are deliberate, every gesture carefully controlled to hide the fluster creeping under my skin.

The prince was gorgeous, it was a fact. But never in my life had I ever become so attracted to anyone. Especially not at first glance. His royal blood must create this effect. 

As I sit, my eyes flicker up to him once more. Prince Hyunjin is even more striking up close, his features impossibly sharp and regal, his dark hair catching the faint golden light that spills from the chandeliers above. His posture is effortlessly composed, every inch of him radiating power and control.

And yet, there’s something else—something unspoken beneath the surface of his calm exterior. Something that had been stirred up very suddenly. 

Hyunjin stands abruptly cutting off Rose who looked as though she was just about to speak. 

"Felix," he says and motions for him to stand with the curl of his finger. 

The defector. My brain instantly makes the connection.

My gaze flicks to the man who stands at the sound of his name without hesitation. Another flame runs through my veins at the sight. What was happening to me?

His head turns to me sensing my eyes but I cast my focus downwards before he can catch me. Get a fucking grip.

"I am sorry Rose. You may continue the briefing without me," The Prince says, bowing deeply. 

The sight confuses me but my face doesn't betray me. Why would a royal fae bow to a human maid?

Rose, to her credit, barely falters, though her cheeks flush a deep crimson. “Of course, Your Highness,” she says quickly, bowing in return. Her voice is steady, like this type of respect from the prince is normal.

Sparing one last unreadable glance to me, he strides toward the doors, Felix following silently. The grand doors close behind them with a quiet but definitive click, leaving the room heavy with the lingering tension of their departure.

Rose clears her throat, reclaiming the room’s attention with practiced ease. Her smile returns, though it’s more strained now. “As I was saying,” she begins, her tone carefully light, “Section One plays a vital role in ensuring the smooth operation of the palace. You’ll be assigned to specific duties, but flexibility is key—expect to be called upon for anything at any time.”

"As for specific assignments," Rose continues, "those will be shared tomorrow morning, Monday at seven, like every other week. For now, take the evening to familiarize yourselves with the castle and your new fellow team members. Dinner will be served in the servant’s hall at six, and you’re always encouraged to attend."

Rose steps back, giving a small nod to signal the end of the briefing. “That’s all for now. If you have any questions, I’ll be available in the servant’s quarters.” She hesitates, her eyes flitting toward the door again, then back to us. “And… welcome to Section One. I hope you find your place here.”

As the group begins to disperse, a faint hum of murmured conversation filling the room, I remain seated for a moment longer. The prince’s parting glance replays in my mind, and with it, a sharp sense of unease I can’t quite shake.

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Less than an hour later, me and some of the other new staff meet in the hallway outside of our rooms to be guided to the great hall. 

When I step foot through the threshold my nose is overwhelmed by the smell of all the delicious food. My stomach, unprepared for the sensory assault, growls loudly in protest, a deep, guttural sound that echoes embarrassingly in the open space. Several heads turn my way, and a few stifled giggles ripple through the group. I glance down, trying to mask the heat creeping into my cheeks.

As we take our seats, Rose pats the bench beside her, gesturing for me to sit. “I saved you a spot Suki!"

She's staring at me with begging eyes. Another new hire is standing over her clearly making her uneasy. 

I slide into the seat, grateful for her continued kindness. The man seems to get the hint that she does not wish to speak to him anymore and slowly walks away. 

She piles her plate quickly but neatly, her movements practiced and unhesitant. Meanwhile, I stare down at the overwhelming spread, unsure where to start. My appetite wars with my unease, and I can’t stop my fingers from twisting in my lap.

“Having trouble deciding?” Rose’s voice cuts through my internal conflict, light and teasing. “I remember my first night. I couldn’t believe the food was for us. I thought surely someone would come and scold me for taking too much.”

I blink, startled by the easy way she admits this. It relaxes me enough to grab a slice of bread and some roasted vegetables, though the mountain of food still looms intimidatingly.

“It’s just… so much,” I murmur, my voice barely audible over the chatter of the room. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Rose’s expression softens. “People like us never get used to it," she whispers. 

I turn my head and look at her questioningly. What was that supposed to mean?

"O-Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that I read your file," she says keeping her voice low, "I'm an orphan too." 

Before I can reply, the sound of the double doors creaking open silences the hall. A wave of movement ripples through the room as everyone stands, their chairs scraping loudly against the stone floor. I rise too, though slower, and follow the others in bowing deeply. My heart hammers against my ribs, already knowing who it is.

Prince Hyunjin and Felix stride into the room, their regal presence commanding the space without effort. Hyunjin’s gaze sweeps across the gathered servants, a fleeting but sharp glance that seems to take in everything at once. He looks impeccable, his dark hair swept back and his tailored attire accentuating the undeniable authority he carries. Felix, slightly behind him, is no less striking, his easy confidence radiating in the way he walks.

“Good evening,” Hyunjin says, his voice calm and measured, carrying effortlessly through the hall.

Everyone responds back. A practiced reply that resonates through the room, "Good evening your highness."

After a moment everyone is seated again and the chatter continues just as it had left off before.

Rose shoots me a guilty look, "I didn't mean to pry."

I take a slow bite of bread, my thoughts spinning. Rose’s confession wasn’t unwelcome, but it wasn't expected. She was already trying to form emotional bonds that I had no desire to have. It only made the job worse.

“It’s fine,” I reply after a long pause, keeping my voice low. My tone is softer than I intended, but it’s the best I can offer in the moment.

"I-uh didn't see what orphanage you were from?" she said causing me to roll my eyes internally. 

Didn't mean to pry. Right. 

"I never lived in one. I was a street beggar." I say emotionlessly. I wish I was a street beggar. The truth is not as kind. Living as a street beggar would’ve been merciful compared to what I’d endured. At least on the streets, I might have had some semblance of freedom, some hope. But Rose doesn’t need to know that.

Rose’s expression falters, her eyes widening slightly at my blunt response. She opens her mouth, then closes it again, clearly unsure of what to say. For a moment, I feel a twinge of guilt for shutting her down so harshly, but it quickly dissolves. She had pushed too far and I had only met her today. 

The hair on my arms suddenly stands. 

My eyes dart around in an effort to see what had startled my instincts. Felix. The man is looking at me from his place beside the prince. His eyes are heavy and understanding, as if he had been listening in on our conversation. 

I quickly look down at my plate, pretending to focus on the food, my fingers tightening around the edge of my glass.

From the corner of my eye, I notice Rose shifting uncomfortably in her seat, clearly sensing the change in the atmosphere. She gives me a small, apologetic smile, but it feels strained now. I can’t tell if she’s aware of Felix’s gaze or if it’s just me.

“Hello,” a deep voice called from behind me. 

I turned to see Felix, who had been on the other side of the room moments ago. Vampire speed.

"Hi Felix!" Rose exclaims happily, greeting him like a close friend. 

Felix doesn’t immediately reply. Instead, his eyes flicker to my hands, where I’ve subconsciously gripped my glass so tightly my knuckles have turned white. He seems to make a silent note of it, before offering a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

He leans down to place a polite kiss on Rose's cheek and turns to me with a handsome smile.

"I just wanted to introduce myself to the new staff," he says looking down at me, extending a pale hand my way. 

I take his hand in my and struggle to remain neutral. A sudden flurry of fireworks shoots through my veins at his touch and ignites a flame beneath my skin. For a moment the hum of the people around us faded and it was just us. But I pull myself back to my senses and practically rip my hand away from his. 

Felix’s eyes linger on mine for a moment, his smile widening just a fraction, as if he’s aware of the effect he’s had on me. The weight of his gaze is intense, like he's studying every minute detail of my reaction. I can feel my pulse still racing, but I force myself to breathe evenly, trying to ground myself.

"Nice to meet you, Suki," he says, his voice smooth and soft, almost like velvet. There’s an almost predatory quality to the way he speaks, though it’s so subtle that I can't be sure if it's real or just my heightened awareness.

I nod stiffly, my fingers still tingling from the brief touch. "Likewise," I manage to say, my voice sounding more controlled than I feel.

He finally shifts his attention to Rose, who’s beaming at him, clearly unaware of the tension in the air. "I’ll leave you both to enjoy your evening," Felix says, his voice now casual, but there’s an undertone of something more, something deeper in his words.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, feeling the sting of his touch fade, but the heat he left behind still lingers under my skin. Rose looks at me with a subtle smirk.

"I think he likes you." 

I turn to Rose, my eyes widening slightly in surprise. I’ve dealt with far worse than a handsome vampire, but if Felix really did like me this was going to be a problem. He was the prince's bodyguard, a defector, and probably the only other person in this place who could pick apart my true identity. 

This assignment was about to get ten times harder. 

[herna-chan]

kyaa I hope he runs the runaway for LV this fashion week but either way these photo to cute to not draw

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High Fae 😩

Last Looks ⟡ Vogue♡☁️

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just another aesthetic board for a faery!felix fic I’ve been writing. i might post the first chapter this week :)))

[cheolsfae]

Could you possibly do a reading for skz about how they show affection? Or maybe how they wish to receive it? I really love your work ❤️

Sure but it's going to be one card pull for each.

*For laughs!*

Chan: 9 of cups

By telling you how much you mean to him. He tells you, you are the person of his dreams. You are the person he's always pined for. He's just flat out tells you and he expects the same from you!

Minho: Knight of cups

He would also tell you, but he'd do it in a more romantic way. Maybe over a romantic dinner or a night on the town. King of romance this one.

Changbin: 7 of wands

By showing up whenever you needed him. No matter how rough things got he would always stick by you. You would certainly not get left behind. Ain't no way he's leaving you in the dust.

Hyunjin: 7 of cups

You are his muse. Every piece of art he does, it's got some semblance of you in it. Now, whether or not he wants to admit it is a different thing.

Jisung: 7 of pentacles

By thinking about your future together. Well, more like planning your future together. He's very vocal about what he wants out of this relationship with you. Nothing is a secret.

Felix: Queen of pentacles

Mothering energy. More like homemaker energy. He's willing to do whatever makes you most feel at home with him. For some reason, I feel like he's giving crow energy? He likes to give you things. Whether it's things he's made or things he bought because it reminded him of you

Seungmin: 4 of wands

Showing you off to the public right away, like hard launching you right off the bat. Making sure the whole world knows you are his and he is yours.

Jeongin: 10 of cups

Locking you down right away. Like you are his person. No one else can compare to what he has with you. He wants the whole world to know it too!

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Cherry Red - 06

Spring Fae Kingdom.

3.5k

Content warning: illusions of abuse.

Masterlist

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Early in the morning before I left, both Binnie and Emi snuck into my room. When I woke knowing it was time to go, with them sitting on the floor beside my bed holding each other, my resolve broke. 

I cried hard. The sobs came before I could stop them, tearing through my chest like a storm breaking free. The quiet hours of the morning swallowed the sound, but it didn’t matter—neither of them stirred.

Both of them had stayed asleep and it looked as if they had been sitting on my floor for hours. Emi's arm was resting on the bed extended so she could hold my hand in hers. Changbin's larger hand rested over the both of ours, his free arm wrapped tightly around our friend. 

It was a sight so tender, so achingly human, something that I knew I would miss dearly.

I smiled through my tears at my sleeping friends. At least they would always have each other. JYP wouldn't risk sending all of us away at once, right?

Carefully, I untangled my hand from theirs, doing my best not to wake them. Emi shifted slightly, her brows furrowing as if sensing the loss even in sleep. I brushed a strand of hair out of her face, a silent reassurance she wouldn’t hear.

Changbin’s grip slackened as I pulled my hand away, and I hesitated for a moment, staring at him. He looked so different like this, all his sharp edges softened. Vulnerable, in a way he’d never let anyone see while awake.

I wanted to stay. To hold onto this moment for just a little longer. But the mission loomed, heavy and unrelenting, pulling me forward.

“Take care of each other,” I whispered, my voice breaking on the words. They wouldn’t hear it, but I needed to say it anyway. 

I grabbed my backpack that was packed with only a few essentials and left the room. With each step I took away from them I distanced myself my emotions. I didn't even try too. My brain did it for me. It was a subconscious coping mechanism that my body had perfected for me over the years. 

I smiled as my feelings slowly washed away, though it didn't reach my eyes. My emotional numbness was just detachment it was armor. It meant I was ready for the job. It was like an old friend, familiar and reliable, carrying me through the moments I didn’t think I could face.

By the time I reached the building’s exit, the weight in my chest had lifted, leaving me cold but steady. I adjusted the strap of my backpack and stepped outside, the brisk morning air biting at my skin.

"Suki." 

I looked up at the sound of my name and found JYP waiting by the van that would take me to the spring fae kingdom. It was rare to get a send off like this. 

"Sir," I said respectfully and bowed deeply. 

JYP nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes scanning me with the same sharp, calculating intensity I’d come to expect. His posture was relaxed, hands clasped behind his back, but there was something about the way he stood—solid, unyielding—that reminded me he wasn’t just here to say goodbye.

“Straighten up,” he said curtly, and I obeyed, standing at attention.

He approached me, his gaze lingering on my face as if searching for cracks in the mask I’d carefully reconstructed. “This mission is not one you can afford to fail, Suki. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He stepped aside, motioning to the van. “Your cover is solid, and everything has been arranged. You’ll be expected by noon. Do not arrive late, and do not deviate from the plan.”

“I won’t.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw something flicker there—concern, maybe, or suspicion. But it was gone before I could be sure.

“Your loyalty has never been questioned before, Suki,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “You may hear lies, others will try to decieve you. Remember what we stand for, remember these are the people who killed your old friend." 

If I hadn't been so dissociated I would have faltered at his words. But he was right. The summer fae king killed Red and his friends in spring were a twisted part of the organization that had enslaved us. 

"Good luck Suki, do not make me question your loyalty."

The words hung heavy in the air, and I wondered if they were meant to motivate me or threaten me. I guessed the later but either way, I nodded.

I swallowed hard but didn’t falter. “I won’t, sir.”

JYP opened the van door and stepped aside, waiting for me to climb in. I did without hesitation. The door closed with a soft click, sealing me inside. JYP didn’t offer a final word or a farewell. He simply turned and walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts as the driver started the engine.

I glanced out the window, watching as JYP disappeared from view, his figure swallowed by the shadows of the early morning. His words echoed in my mind, the weight of them settling in my chest.

"Do not make me question your loyalty."

I would never be solely loyal to him, JYP's version of loyalty didn’t leave room for the things I held close. For the people who still mattered to me, like Chris, Emi, and Changbin. JYP might think he could manipulate my grief into unwavering obedience, but he didn’t understand that my loyalty didn’t belong to him. It belonged to the people I love.

The van pulled onto the main road, the cityscape stretching out before me. The driver said nothing, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, his expression blank. It was a reminder of what I had to be now—silent, invisible, a cog in the machine. 

As we sped on, the city faded into the distance as we entered the open countryside. The trees blurred past, their bare branches clawing at the sky like ghosts of the past.

I didn’t know what awaited me at the end of this road, but I knew one thing for certain.

I wouldn't fail. 

_____

"When we get out of here one day we should get matching tattooes," Red said as he laid beside me in the dead of night. 

I let out a soft laugh, the sound muffled against the quiet, oppressive air of the room. "Where is this coming from, Jisung?" I asked, turning to face him. The darkness swallowed his features, but I could just make out the faint glint of his eyes reflecting what little light filtered in through the cracks in the walls.

He shrugged, the motion barely perceptible in the gloom. "I dunno," he said, his voice quieter now, almost wistful. "It just feels like something people do, you know? To mark something important. Something that matters."

"Matching tattoos?" I teased, my smile faint but genuine. "What are we, best friends forever?"

"Maybe we are." His tone was light, but there was an edge to it, a fragility that made my chest ache. "I mean, if we survive this place, Cherry, don’t you think it deserves... I dunno, a scar we choose for once?"

The words hung between us, heavy with the weight of our shared reality. Scars were something we already had in abundance—etched into our bodies, our minds, and our souls. But this? This was different.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against his arm. "If we get out of here," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, "what would we get?"

He shuffled beside me for a quiet moment deep in thought. 

"I don't know, maybe something on our back since that were the scarring is the worst."

I nod in agreement, subconsciously moving to touch my back. The skin there is raised and discolored from all of the brutal scarring.

"We should get something delicate, a contrast to the 'artistry' thats already imbedded into our skin." I say thoughtfully. 

"Delicate?" Red echoed, his tone playful despite the weight of the conversation. "What are you thinking? Butterflies? Tiny hearts?"

I rolled my eyes, even though I couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at my lips. "No, not hearts, idiot. I was thinking... flowers. Like a vine or something."

"A floral spine tattoo?" His voice lit up, excitement coloring his words, "that sounds so cute!" 

A let out a snort at his words. He was always giving me the best ammunition to tease him with. 

"Careful Jisungie, your inner twink is showing," I laugh out. 

His jaw dropped in mock offense, and before I could dodge, he smacked the back of my head—not hard, but just enough to make me yelp.

"Twink?!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of indignation and amusement. "I’ll have you know, I’m a manly man."

"Yes you are. I know you are. You just have a little... twinkiness to go with all of your manliness," I reply, fighting to keep my giggles at bay. 

He lets out a defeated huff I can practically hear his eyes rolling back into his head. Despite his grumbling, I could see the corners of his mouth twitching, threatening to give away his smile. Moments like these reminded me of why I held onto him so tightly. Even in the darkest places, he had a way of making everything feel a little lighter.

"I hate you Cherry."

"I love you too, Red."

_____

I tap on my shoulder rips me away from my happy memories.

I'm holding a knife to the driver's neck before I am fully awake. I don't even know how the blade got into my hand, but somehow it was always there to defend me.

Thankfully it doesn't deter the man. He must be used to this by now if his job is to drive around contractors. 

I glance out the window, and sure enough, the landscape outside has shifted. The pristine, meticulously tended gardens of the Spring Fae Kingdom stretch out before me, a sharp contrast to the barren memories I’d just been reliving.

I place the blade into my backpack before I step out of the vehicle, not bothering to say a word to the driver. The cold air bites at my skin in an unwelcome fashion, my senses still sharp from the adrenaline. 

The castle is in view, probably a couple miles walk. That's enough time to regain my composure. I adjust the strap and start walking toward the direction of the castle, my eyes scanning the path ahead.

The Spring Fae Kingdom sprawls around me, its beauty both mesmerizing and suffocating. It’s a kingdom that prides itself on pristine perfection, everything curated with painstaking care. The gardens are a patchwork of vibrant colors, meticulously organized, as if each bloom is carefully placed by a delicate hand. The contrast between the gardens and the turmoil in my chest is jarring. I feel like an intruder here, like I don't belong in this world of beauty and serenity.

Despite the chilly weather, the streets of the Spring Fae villages are alive with activity. Vendors line the cobblestone paths, their colorful stalls brimming with fresh produce, vibrant fabrics, and intricate trinkets that glitter in the weak sunlight. The air is filled with the hum of chatter, laughter, and the occasional sharp call of a merchant advertising their wares.

As I shiver, I realize that these people are fae. Not humans like me. The fae around me pay no mind to the cold, their delicate features unbothered by the chill in the air. Their rosy cheeks and easy movements only emphasize the contrast between us. I pull my coat tighter around me, a small shield against the biting wind that seems intent on reminding me of my humanity—my perceived vulnerability.

A child darts past me, laughing as they chase after a rolling hoop, their small boots kicking up dust from the cobblestones. I pause for half a beat, watching them weave through the crowd. The sight stirs something deep and aching within me, but I shove it down before it can rise too far.

When I make it to the castle gates their are numerous guards standing watch. My appearance however, doesn't startle them. 

I expect suspicion, maybe even a challenge, but instead, one of the guards steps forward. His movements are deliberate, yet unhurried, as if he has already been briefed on my arrival.

"You’re expected,” he says, his voice low but clear. He gestures toward the towering gates, which creak open with a groan that echoes through the chilled air.

I nod, saying nothing, and step past him. The cold stone path beneath my boots leads to the castle’s grand entrance, its intricately carved doors looming before me. Each step feels easier than the last knowing I've finally made it. 

Inside, the opulence of the Spring Fae Kingdom becomes even more overwhelming. The halls are lined with vibrant tapestries, the air perfumed with the faint scent of blooming flowers that shouldn’t exist in this weather. The faint hum of music drifts through the space, almost too soft to hear, as though the castle itself is alive with a quiet, restrained energy.

A worker appears from a room in the hall in front of me. Its a woman and even though the distance I can tell right away she is human. 

When she sees me standing in the middle of the hallway looking like a lost puppy a large smile erupts across her face. The woman makes her way towards me and I take in her features which slowly become clearer.

She looks to be around my age, though probably a few years older. Her hair is almost the same shade of blonde is mine, but from the large bun that rests at the top of her neck I can tell its much longer. 

When she’s close enough, her smile grows even wider, crinkling the corners of her bright brown eyes. “You must be the new hire in section one,” she says, her voice lilting with genuine warmth. She holds out her hand, and I hesitate for only a moment before taking it. Her grip is firm but not overbearing, a surprising steadiness for someone who looks so delicate at first glance.

I laugh internally at my own assumptions. I should no better than anyone else what its like to be a underestimated human.

“I’m Rose, its nice to meet you Suki,” she continues, releasing my hand and gesturing for me to follow her. “Welcome to the Spring Fae Kingdom."

I smile at her and bow politely, refraining from showing my surprise at her knowledge of my name. She must had looked over my information before I arrived. 

"Thank you," I murmur, making my voice a meek whisper. 

Rose smiles comfortingly in response as if sensing unease in my voice. 

"This job may sound intense, but I assure you the prince is very kind," I act as though her words offer relief yet really they do the opposite.

Kind? That word feels absurd. If she truly believed that, then either she was delusional, or she knew far less about him than I did. The thought sends a pang of disdain through me.

"Are there many humans that work in the castle?" I question changing the topic from the fae. 

Rose beams instantly at my inquiry. Her round face lighting up at the very mention of our inferior kind. 

"Yes! Mostly humans actually," she says enthusically, "The only fae staff are the guards surprisingly."

I want to scoff at her words. Surprisingly. Though it shouldn't be a surprise. Of course the royal family trusted humans with their most intimate services, we were weak beings that they could easily control. 

"That's interesting," I reply, letting my voice drop into an almost wistful tone. "I wouldn't have expected that."

Rose misinterprets my response as genuine amazement, her enthusiasm only growing. "I know, right? But it's not so bad. Honestly, I think the fae like having us around more than they’d ever admit."

A light giggle escapes her triggering my curiosity. What was that supposed to mean?

I continue to trail behind her for a few long minutes remaining silent while she describes every detail on each wall we pass by. She has so much energy, and her whole being seems to radiate happiness. I wish it wasn't so off putting to me.

It’s not her fault, of course. Her joy isn’t something I should resent. But as I watch her point out the intricate carvings on a nearby pillar, her voice lilting with admiration, I feel the familiar pang of detachment settling over me.

People like her don’t exist in my world—not really. The people I’ve been close to, the ones I’ve let myself care for, have all lived with shadows hanging over them, weighed down by burdens they never asked for. Happiness wasn't something people I knew often basked in, yet it seemed to be Rose's entire being. 

Rose glances back at me, her smile as bright as ever. "You’re quiet," she says, her tone teasing but not unkind. "Are you taking it all in, or are you just overwhelmed?"

I force a faint smile. "A little of both," I admit, keeping my voice soft and measured.

Her laugh is light and musical, and I can tell she doesn’t take my answer as anything but genuine. "Don’t worry," she says reassuringly. "It’ll all feel normal soon enough. The castle can be a bit much at first, but once you settle in, you’ll see—it’s not so bad."

"Not so bad." 

Rose must be a very unintelligent human.

As we round one last corner, I watch as she withdraws a small key from the back pocket of her slacks. The motion is fluid, practiced, as though she’s done this a hundred times before. She presses the key into a door but removes her hand before unlocking it.

"This is your room," she says gesturing to the door in the wall, "I'll let you get settled and be back later to retrieve you for a briefing this evening before dinner."

I nod, murmuring a quiet, “Thank you,” before stepping past her and pushing the door open.

The room inside is huge. I wasn't expecting anything nearly as nice as this. With a neatly made queen-sized bed tucked into one corner and a window overlooking the bustling gardens below. Everything is clean, orderly, and strangely inviting. A faint scent of lavender lingers in the air, and a folded set of fresh clothes rests at the foot of the bed, as if to say, Welcome to your new life.

I glance over my shoulder, expecting Rose to linger, but she’s already halfway down the hall, her footsteps light and quick. She hums softly to herself as she disappears around the corner, leaving me alone with the silence of the room.

I close the door behind me and lock it, letting my guard drop slightly at the sound of the lock clicking into place. A deep breath I had been holding escapes me. I made it. 

Glancing at the fancy clock on the wall, I take a moment to read the time. When I finally make out the time I realize that its almost one. 

I should have some time to lay down after I unpack my half-empty bag. 

My backpack is quickly emptied and everything is in its new home in less than five minutes. I didn't exactly bring a lot. 

The bag, a complete change of clothes, my knife, and a faux book storage box that contained the file were all that I had. I never needed much and had gotten by with less in worse conditions than this. 

I sit on the edge of my new bed for a moment, running my fingers over the soft cotton material. 

The bed is a far cry from the cold, unforgiving floors I’ve known most of my life. Or the office's painfully old and hardened twin sized beds. Still, the softness doesn’t soothe me the way it should.

I move to the carpeted floor and lay there. It was much more comfortable and if I closed my eyes I could imagine I was somewhere else. Anywhere else. 

I didn't mean to, but I fall asleep lying on the carpet at the foot of the bed. My body, starved for rest, finally succumbs to the exhaustion I had been pushing aside. The stress I had been holding onto from my arrival had finally won. 

I dream in fragments—flashes of memories from a life long gone. I see Red's smile, the warmth of his presence before everything fell apart. Before he died. I hear the soft rustling of leaves, the faint sound of distant laughter. 

But these dreams are fleeting, like shadows that slip away the moment I try to grasp them. And thats all they will ever be. Dreams. 

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