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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 months

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Yandere Male Monster Musume: Feeding The Beasts Pt. III

Last Part

“Good Morning, (Y/n). Are you ready to spend the day together?”

As you expected, Centoreo was so much easier. Waking up in a timely matter with a warm cup of tea or coffee. It was relaxing, being able to rely on someone else. Able to serve little biscuits and cucumber slices without burning the house down. It wasn’t too often that you got such a quiet morning for yourself.

“Thanks, Centoreo, I appreciate it.”

“No problem, (Y/n)! As my Master, it’s a given that on my day; we’ll get to relax together.”

Sitting across from each other on the newly installed tatami mats. The morning’s light shining through the window gently warmed your face. It was quiet between you two. A tad too quiet.

Centoreo was still smiling at you.

Constantly smiling as you began to get nervous.

“Uh so?”

“So what, my Master?”

“....I don’t know…what’ve you been up to?”

He sighed, “Only counting down the hours until my day was here.”

A mirth smile spread across your face as you imagined the sight of Centoreo waiting anxiously by a clock. You took another sip of your drink admiring his stylized room. Coming to realize there’s no clock within the room you turned back to the centaur.

“You don’t have a clock in here.”

“I do not. Back home we centaurs are taught to dictate the time by the sun or better yet to count the hours in a day.”

“Wow, I didn’t know that. That’s pretty hardcore.”

“Thank you, Master!”

“Do you guys also get trained with the sword?”

You missed the way his eyes widened and the way his hands twitched. He tilted his head when he asked his question.

“Excuse me?”

“Like don’t centaurs get swords? I’m sure you couldn’t bring a real one with you but still.”

Centoreo hesitated, “Some do but aren’t swords considered archaic in today's age?”

Shoot.

You mentally kicked yourself. In the anime, Cerea was very upfront about her sword replica. Having it on her waist or drawing it the second she felt necessary. It was a big part of her character. But now that you thought about it Centoreo had no such thing, even with the way you both met; chasing criminals and using the sword just wasn’t a part of it. Supposedly that had happened before you even met up with him. So without your prior knowledge, this line of questioning seemed completely out of left field. Your best chance now was to do damage control.

“Uhm yes, but I thought Centaurs preferred a more traditional type of learning and lifestyle. Like the way you chose a master.”

Centoreo seemed to nod as he accepted your lie coverup. Clapping his hands in confirmation.

“I see, how you might have thought that! But you’re not wrong, we do get a myriad of training with different weapons and I do have one.”

“A replica? Neat!”

Centorea dwelled in your excitement,” Would you like to see my sword?”

At that moment the door to Centoreo’s room slams open and in a flurry of blue feathers and a scaly tail, the two other monster transfer students barged in. Both are standing guard in front of you blocking your sight from the centaur.

“No! There will be no showing any ‘swords’ of yours! Not before mine!”

“Yeah! I want to show my sword too! We’re not going to let you get away with it.”

You could hear his polite chuckles from behind his hand, “Oh so you don’t want (Y/n) to protect themselves?”

“Yes! I mean, wait–”

“Of course not! That’s my job!”

“No you bird brain! He’s talking about some weapon he brought overseas with him.”

“Oh…I already thought your rear-end was enough of a weapon.”

“Pypi!”

The harpy had a nonchalant expression as you scolded him while coughing to hide the snicker that threatened to spread on your face. The lamia immediately began to coil around himself in laughter, making it easy for the red-in-the-face centaur to push most of him out the door.

With a huff, Centoreo shut his door and locked it. When he turned to you he had an angry blush at the smile you were failing to cover.

“I’m sorry, Centoreo…but if you’re still willing to show me I’d love to see.”

A small smile spread on his face as he turned back to you. Guiding you to stand over a specific floorboard he revealed a hidden case that robotically raised out of the ground and showed a myriad of weapons…some of which were not all that traditional.

“And this is my 177 Caliber BB Gun Air Pistol…it’s not incredibly new but it’s close enough to what I’m comfortable with.”

“Oh wow….”

“What’s with that face?”

“It’s just that I didn’t think guns counted as traditional weaponry.”

He laughed, “It’s alright, that’s what we’re here for. To learn about each other.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

That was a really good point. The anime made a point to use the laws and societal changes to move the plot. It was mostly about how the girls were fitting into the human world, with their love interest somehow being all-knowing about their idiosyncrasies. Granted there were some exceptions but it wasn’t a major theme to learn in-depth about their cultures.

You thought that was cool.

“If you’d like I can teach you how to shoot it.”

“Really?"

"Of course.”

Sooner than you realized it you found yourself in the position of every male protagonist during a pool game. Trying to hyper-focus on the gun you were holding instead of the muscular chest on the back of your head as well as the hands supporting your back. While you could only see the target board you could feel the warmth of his breath as he gave his advice.

“Don’t close your eye, and use the sight to aim. That’s it. You’re doing perfectly my Master.”

This was a lot more than you were expecting.

Crttt Crttt Crttt Crttt

A grating sound broke the moment, thankfully. Bringing both of you to look at the curiously opened door, With only a crack wide enough for furiously yellow-slitted eyes and a fanged set of teeth gritting against each other. Centoreo let out an uncharacteristically long groan before excusing himself out of his room.

“My Master I’ll return shortly, after I speak with…them.”

“But it’s okay I can talk to him–”

“No no dear it’s fine. Just keep practicing, I’ll be just a moment.”

The Japanese-style door slides shut and you can’t help but expect to hear screaming and sounds of a fight. But there was nothing. After a few minutes had passed you began to feel bored with just shooting the air-gun. Finally putting it down you left his room, poking your head out into the hall and finding no one. Searching around you found the monster boys in the living room with 2 of them sleeping peacefully on the couch. Centoreo was standing over them pulling a blanket over their forms, before turning to you.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, my master.”

“Ah, it’s okay. I’m surprised they’d fall asleep so easily.”

Centoreo shrugged before perking up with an idea.

“(Y/n). I wanted to ask if maybe we could meal prep together. I was hoping we could be…adventurous with the vegetables this time since we usually cater to them.”

“Sure I don’t mind, though I don’t think they’d be too interested in what we make.”

“I have a feeling they’ll sleep through dinner, I convinced them to eat something hearty before they slept.”

You decided not to question the weird timing.

“Then let’s have fun, shall we?”

“Perfect!”

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You both most certainly did. Able to even light a candle or two while you enjoyed the roasted and sauteed veggies you’d both made. As Centoreo predicted they did sleep through dinner, letting you both enjoy a quiet and peaceful evening together. It was hard to be cautious when he was just so sweet. It might have made you soften up a bit when it came to him.

“Centoreo you don’t have to call me master all the time.”

“Then what should call you then?”

“My name or some other nickname. I don’t really care. Milo’s got like a thousand for me.”

“I want you to pick what I’ll call you. Otherwise, I’ll just stick to master. Or your name, both are really important to me.”

“You’re so stubborn.”

“It’s a quality of a good knight. Cheers.”

Even as the night began to close you were almost certain he’d abashedly ask you to snuggle in his bed with him. But he politely offered to let you relax offering to watch your phone and clothes while you headed to the bath. It’s become a bit of an issue with Milo and Pypi taking advantage of your unattended clothes. Even though they were asleep you were hesitant to let him. Cerea was still a prominent member of the harem; it wouldn’t be unheard of that he was as dangerously interested in you as Milo and Pypi. But you might have wanted to take advantage of the unattended bath…without the possible intrusion…an opportunity so hard to pass up.

“Okay but don’t do anything weird. I’ll be out in a bit.”

He smiled graciously as though a halo was meant to appear. “Of course, I’m here to help. Enjoy your bath.”

A refreshing bath later and a final cup of tea. You bid Centoreo goodnight as you shut your metal door.

The schedule worked. The strengthening of your bonds was important to hopefully disassembling and keeping a reign on the alternate versions of the monster girls. This could work if you kept this up, not to mention the later events of the anime. Maybe pushing past their insecurities would be the way to go.

Things were looking up.

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Blonde strands of hair cascaded over Centoreo’s face as he glared at the messages from the agent. Looking down at the contact he scrolled through the text history, with scrunched brows. He felt disgusted as he glared at the mail he’d intercepted.

It was an opt-out form.

The letter of allowance is meant to let the host peacefully transfer their guardianship to another.

He was already burning the added note from the agent jovially informing him of his new promotion. There were other disturbing litigations in cursive but Centoreo deemed it all unworthy of thought. Taking only the main points to heart.

“Did you really think you have a chance? While I’m here? Please.”

It was a minor concern, that another tenant was going to arrive. This would be returned to the mailbox. The others could be burned.

“It’s only a matter of time. Bide your time Centoreo. It will all be worth it then.”

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yandere-sins · 2 years

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See you

Something different this time! I was just thinking about what if Death has a favorite human? Wanted to write about that :3

Fandom: Original Content Pairings: Yandere!Death x GN!Darling!Reader Warnings: Yandere, There are a lot of Death Mention, Mention of deadly accidents, funerals, death of unnamed character(s) on screen, Interacting and touching a skeleton, Mention of a bar fight (Violence, Throwing glasses around, people scuffling) Possessiveness, Fear of Heights mention

Prompt: @sintember Death - A simple thing, in the end.

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From a young age, you are told death is a thing to fear.

It made sense as a precaution for parents and to instill prudence in children, but the older you grew, the less wary you became of it. Even if the possibility was always there to die at any given moment, you still lived your life normally, took your bows and falls as you learned to be independent, and experienced the things life had to offer. It became less of a fear and more like an omnipotent presence in your life once people around you passed away naturally.

Uncomfortable, but a simple and logical thing, in the end.

Of course, you didn’t expect to face death so soon. And you really didn’t expect it to be literally face-to-face. However, your life changed the day you went to a friend’s parent’s funeral and saw him, hollow-eyed and covered in his long, dark coat, scraggy fingers reaching for the casket. He was there, presumably, to take the soul of the person passing on. Why he hadn’t done that earlier went against what you thought Death was like, but he wasn’t supposed to be someone in the first place. He didn’t notice you staring—it was tough to tell by the lack of eyes—and you thought you were just imagining things from all the crying and being sad with your friend, so your gaze didn’t linger.

The second time you saw him, he had changed. It was just two years later, a traffic accident that led to death on a busy road you passed by on your way home. He could have passed off as a mortician, sharply dressed in a suit and tie, his features as human as they were otherworldly beautiful. No one seemed to mind or even notice him, the rescue doctors performing CPR while Death counted down the seconds on his clock. A cruel but very beautiful image of the patient but unavoidable Death. And just before the life seemed to leave the body on the ground, he glanced up, catching your eyes, his lips counting the seconds that seemed to slow down, the whole world giving you two just a moment.

You knew he saw you this time, and he knew that you saw him.

This time, for sure.

Of course, you heard about people with special senses. Who are able to recognize things beyond the scope of the living. But you never heard of someone exchanging strangely intimate glances with Death and yet never having a hair on their head harmed. In fact, you were as healthy and lively as most wished to be. You never got into an accident or were seriously hurt, and your wounds always seemed to heal fast and without scarring. And still, even with your brushes with Death, you weren’t scared of him. Much less now that he took a human form, his reasons for doing so unfathomable to someone just human like you. But you liked this form better than the skeleton. It even had something morbidly fascinating about it that, if you were to describe it, people would call you crazy for.

However, the good luck you experienced with never getting so much as injured or having your heart race from panic, was running out. Unbeknownst to you, your encounters with Death were neither coincidences nor very lucky in the first place. So, when you met him again while cowering behind a table in a bar, too many people to count punching and throwing glasses through the air, you finally realized that death was, indeed, scary. Because you really didn’t want to get caught up in the fighting, there was still so much to live for, but it only grew more violent by the second.

“Hey,” someone said, pushing the tip of his immaculately polished shoes against your worn-out, dirty sneakers to gain your attention. Even though you had looked at the person the moment he stepped in front of you, a small part of you had hoped he might not know who you are or remember you two meeting before. But with that touch, it seemed unlikely Death was that forgetful.

“I know you can see me,” he replied to your thoughts, and it shocked you more than it should have that he could see right through you as well. With a sigh, Death squatted down, a scent so unlike your imagination—like apples and cinnamon—joining his despairingly beautiful features. You were awestruck by the entity before you, and he watched you just as intently.

Reaching out his long fingers, his touch was bitterly cold, way below what a body should feel. It also made you realize one thing: his appearance was a beautiful illusion, a misguided effort at best. Upon touching you, you could feel the gnarly, slim bone of a skeleton finger moving with ease, just as if it still had muscles and strength to it.

“Don’t…” he muttered, startling you as the situation suddenly became strange and real. You had somewhat accepted being able to see him, even if it was weird. But having him touch you made him into less of a ghostly entity, and that was hard to stomach after all.

“Don’t look away now,” he pleaded, his voice deep and symphonic, underlined with goosebump-raising want. “I’ve been searching for you for so long.”

You were taken aback by the strange demand, gulping as you focused your eyes back on his. He didn’t seem bothered by the ruckus around you two, didn’t even flinch at the glass flying over his head and smashing into the wall behind him. Looking into his golden eyes, it was as if the color was swirling in them, never settling, but his whole demeanor was so calm and collected.

Maybe because Death didn’t have anything to fear, he could stay relaxed in the face of such chaos. But you couldn’t. You flinched again as the sound of glass cracking resounded all around you, and you closed your eyes reflexively. Death clicked his tongue, and just a moment later, the sounds of screams and violence disappeared. Blinking, confused, you slowly looked up again, Death being the one to look away now, in a mix of annoyance and disgruntled. But when you pushed away from the table you hid behind, he let go of you, his body moving with yours naturally. He even curled his skeleton fingers around your upper arm, steading you as you stood up on wobbly legs, staring at the remnants of the fight that had taken place in the bar.

You didn’t need to feel their pulse to know everyone was dead.

Everyone except you.

“What did you do…?” you muttered in disbelief, the whole situation feeling too much like a movie to be the reality surrounding you. Death didn’t answer immediately, and you figured that there was no good answer to give to a human. “They weren’t supposed to die yet… were they?”

“No,” he replied truthfully, and his grip grew stronger as your body threatened to give out. This, right there, was scary. A room full of people at their liveliest, adrenaline running high, wiped out. “But… why?” you asked, wrenching your head around to look at Death again, the swirling, golden eyes not allowing a reflection to form in them even though you didn’t need to see it to know what kind of face you were making.

Again, he took his time, never breaking eye contact, but grabbing you by your arms and supporting you, slowly guiding you to your knees. He sat you down, sparing you the inevitable crushing of your body to the floor just before your strength threatened to give out. Sliding his hands to yours, the illusion between his real body and the fake one became a thorn in your perception, alerting you that something was wrong. But you were already aware that everything was wrong even if the shock didn’t give you the pass of realization yet. Like a puppy, you stared up at him as you waited for an answer. After all, seeing how he could eradicate lives with the click of his tongue, what was one more human to an entity like Death?

“There, now,” Death sighed, peaceful, content, not an inch of remorse. “I want those pretty eyes on me for a while longer, Human.”

Cupping your cheek, Death brushes his thumb over your skin, mesmerized by your features as he admired you, his gaze barely shifting from yours. “You have no idea how lonely it is to be unseen. How ungrateful humans are for the work I do.”

His voice trailed off as his thumb reached your lips, an audible breath escaping him as he traced them too. His words almost made you feel sad for him, but the iciness of his touch robbed you of your logical emotions, instilling fear inside you instead of this creature so much more powerful than you, way beyond human capabilities. “But not you. You… see me. You are special. Indeed, your eyes are…”

For a moment, he got lost in the softness of your lips, his thumb as inquiring of their softness as it was deadly cold. Then his gaze jumped back up at yours, a sharp intake of air filling his illusion of a chest as he met yours confidently. “They are mine.”

“My… eyes?” you whispered, the blatant disregard of the horror all around you only overshadowed by his honeyed voice that seemed to pierce right into your brain, spreading there and overshadowing every thought. You didn’t shudder anymore, didn’t flinch. Everything felt settled and calm, even sitting amongst the bodies. The fear you felt looking at him was but a soft humming remnant of instinct. It must have been one of his abilities, but you didn’t even feel scared when he declared your eyes as his.

“You are,” he added. “I have been given a reward for my hard, ungrateful work. It’s you.”

“M-Me?” Finally, you managed to snap out of the trance he put you under. Jerking away from him seemed logical to you but upset Death greatly, the swirls of gold growing restless in his eyes, spinning back and forth. You realized that was the reason for your sudden change in demeanor, his eyes downright hypnotic, so you looked away quickly to avoid that.

“But… I’m just me! I am just a human! I haven’t done anything to you, I’m just living my life, and eventually… I’ll die.”

Gulping, you regretted your own words. If someone knew about human’s mortality, it was Death, and he had showcased just how easily he could take a life if he wanted, even if you weren’t sure about the legality. Then again, were there even rules for Death? You wouldn’t know. Perhaps these people were meant to die, and he just quickened the inevitable.

“No,” he stated, the word as clear as day, even if his choice seemed weird. It brought you out of your shell, and the moment you glanced up at him, his fingers captured your chin, directing you to face him even if you wanted to crawl away instead. “I won’t let you die. You are mine.”

You wanted to say something, your mouth opening, but his thumb came down to rest on your lips again, an eerie, “Shh, be quiet now, Human. Let me do my work so we can leave.”

You had no choice but to watch as Death stood up again, tearing his eyes from you as if it was the last thing he wanted to do. Looking through the room, he merely lifted his hand, the scythe you knew from the past and from the depictions of artists, appearing in his grip, a swift swing cutting the souls from the bodies.

Death was uncomfortable in that you heard all the bodies take their last breath at once, slowly making you realize they died because of you. Because, as weird and unthinkable as it was, this entity seemed to have waited for his opportunity to get close to you. Everyone else was just a nuisance he had to take care of. But it was also uncomfortable how the blue flames erupted from his hand and transferred to the next best wooden thing—the table you had taken cover behind—burned you even from far away. As well as how cold and boney the hand he held out to you was, offering you help to get away from the quickly spreading hellfire and dooming you to something beyond your imagination.

But he was indeed simple, never lying, never too late, not even from taking your hand when you wouldn’t give it to him voluntarily, pulling you off the ground effortlessly and saving you from the quickly spreading fire licking at you. He wasn’t wrong that he wouldn’t let you die even though you two stood in a room ablaze, nothing harming you as he enveloped you in his arms, keeping you off the ground and safe. “My human,” he whispered, affectionate beyond measure, and for a that reason, it didn’t sound like a lie either. “Let us depart now.”

Squeezing your eyes closed, you only felt a draft of wind. The next time you opened them, you stood in midair above the city you lived in, an instinctual fear of falling overcoming you. You grabbed onto his coat tightly, and Death pressed you closer to his body, no longer that of a human but that of the grim reaper you witnessed at your first funeral. And yet, his skeleton arm held you tightly, only the threat of falling remaining, but never the actual act.

It was then that it finally dawned on you that, perhaps, you were not as lucky as you thought. All the years of escaping death and harm suddenly didn’t seem like the universe looking out for you. No, rather, one very specific being. The only one that would hold you tenderly in his arms as he looked out for his next job and stared at you from within the darkness of his eyesockets as if he had to burn your reflection into the endless depth. You realized quickly you couldn’t find your voice to ask him what he had planned for you. What was going to happen now to you, your life, everything. Your body shook in his hold, your lungs almost incapable of breathing in as you began hyperventilating. But out of your tired, confused, and scared mind, you thought the skeleton’s face changed into a grin even without you asking the questions out loud.

Death shushed you gently, rubbing your back as he made his scythe appear again. He must have found a new target, all while you grew limb in his hold, the tension fleeting as he kept hushing you. His voice was just as hypnotic as his eyes, and you settled against him, a mix of fear and anxiety only manifesting in a drop of sweat running down your forehead. “Everything is fine. I am here for you now. I won’t let you get away from me again, my Human. We’ll be together for all eternity.”

And suddenly realized you were never supposed to be scared of death.

But Death was a whole other thing.

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steelcladbutterfly · 1 year

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Yandere Fairy: Xenon

So, this is totally separate from the halloween story for fairy. I enjoyed doing this one even if it seems a bit odd at points. There is something of a warning for this one. The yandere was involved with reader’s mother before she died, and sees them in the same light. They aren’t related or anything, but I figured I’d mention this just in case it grosses anyone out.

Character Sheet

In European folklore, it’s a legendary creature or mythical being, that is often described as metaphysical, supernatural, or preternatural. Basically every culture has their own version, but the similarities are usually magic and some sort of extended lifespan. The seelie and unseelie courts are found specifically in the Scottish mythos and the Dullahan specifically in Irish mythology for example. The fairies were often fickle as well, with their own sets of personal rules.

Personal head canon in the story about fairies, not sure if it’s a thing, so I’m calling it a head cannon: The bigger a fairy is, the more power they have. So, if they’re closer to an average adult’s size, they have a lot more power than one the size of your hand.

Fairy’s name is Xenon.

Life had always had its ups and many downs for you. Being cursed with exceedingly bad luck didn’t exactly tip the scales in your favor after all. Whether it be forgetting the task you had to do, tripping multiple times a day, getting lost in the forest, slammed into by runaway livestock, or any other number of things that could go wrong, you had to put up with it. Of course, over the near constant times you tripped and fell and got lost and generally made a fool out of yourself in the forest, many of the magical creatures living there had come out and started interacting with you.

Of course, the idea that your curse could somehow spread, like it was contagious, is part of what prompted you to stay in the forest. Only so many dirty looks someone could take from neighbors and townspeople.

In fact, you considered many of the beings in the forest to be closer friends than anyone you knew in town. They cheered you up after an awful break up, they helped you find your way out of the forest after you fell down a small cliff and broke a leg, and even helped you with gathering herbs, spices, and vegetables during your treks into the woods for the semi-easily found supplies.

You suspected they had started out wanting to keep you from harm to weaken your guard, and assumed you were a bit daft and would eventually fall for their trick. It was somewhat hurtful, but over time they proved you wrong, showing they did care for you, even if it was in their own unique way. There were plenty of nymphs of course, water and nature spirits alike, several satyrs, there was the grumpy old dragon in one of the caves with multicolored crystals embedded in the walls, floors, and ceilings, and even the occasional will o’ the wisp. Fairies were occasional, they liked messing around in and with your hair and loved the way you would react to the problems that had plagued you so often. However, they were also the ones guiding you, sometimes frantically out of the forest.

You assumed there was something in there they knew of that didn’t like you or maybe just humans in general. That was fine, as long as it didn’t try to attack you. Of course, with your luck, it seemed all but inevitable that everything would hurt you at some point.

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Laughter resonated through the trees, as the multicolored leaves crunched underfoot as the forms of human and fae leapt by. You had been collecting wild vegetables and herbs for your father before Selena had appeared before you. You remained as resolute as you could but eventually her hovering form and teasing comments cajoled you into joining her for a trek that devolved into a race.

“Oh come now,” Selena called teasingly over her shoulder, “Isn’t this just a pleasant stroll? How are you falling so far behind?”

You grumbled, but smirked and leapt lithely to reach the front. “I don’t know, why are you falling behind? I mean this pace is slow enough for me to catch up, so why can’t you?”

You laughed as Selena gasped in mock affront, but looking over your shoulder to talk to her was of course a bad idea as your gaze went from her face, to the trees towering above, to the ground, and back to her face again as your foot caught on a tree root and you tumbled end over end until you came to a rest face down on the forest floor.

Selena hurried over, her footsteps light as she called out to you, turning you over with a strength that was belied by her small build. She only reached your waist, but she was the tallest fairy you had come across during your time exploring the forest, so you knew she was stronger than she appeared to be to humans. It also helped that she had taken a liking to you after hearing of your plight, helping you out whenever possible, but it was disappointing and terrifying when she had proclaimed the curse came from a being much stronger than her.

You groaned softly as she suddenly jostled you, bringing startling attention to the throbbing of your nose. Trying to move it brought a dull pain and sniffing was painful but not overly so, bringing you to the conclusion that it was just heavily bruised, not broken. An odd twist of luck for you, as there wasn’t even a twisted ankle from catching on that tree root. A sudden tightening on your shoulders brought your attention back to Selena, who was staring intently into the forest with an odd look on her face, one you had never seen on her before. Fear.

You furrowed your brows, about to ask her about it, but this brought your attention to a rapidly developing headache and you groaned, bringing her attention mostly back onto you. She continued to be wary as she helped you up.

“Are you all right? You should probably head home to get that checked, don’t worry about your bag, I can bring it to you later, just please head home.”

You grunted, barely able to get a word in edgewise as she hurriedly guided you in the right direction before heading off at a rapid pace in nearly the exact opposite direction. You shrugged, assuming something was up, but doubting there was much you could do so you started the trek back home.

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Meanwhile, Selena came to a stop, clutching the bag she had made a brief detour for, just shy of entering a sun drenched glen, hesitating just at the cusp of leaving the shadows provided by the trees.

“So, how have things been? I’m sure there’s a reason behind the human and the lack of acknowledgement from her?”

Selena shrieked and fell into the glen before meeting the bright green eyes of the fairy towering over her at nearly three times her size. A pleasant smile was firmly affixed on his face, but the curiosity and anger were readily apparent in the bright eyes pinning her to the spot.

“Ah, Xenon. Please forgive the human, she was never told of your presence.”

A warning pulse of his magic encircled her, causing her to flinch and freeze as his eyes narrowed and grew brighter.

“And what reason could you possibly have for that? You all rely on me to keep the woods safe and a refusal to allow that acknowledgment to spread to the humans is starting to get on my nerves!” Xenon’s voice grew louder and his eyes brighter before he was visibly holding back from harming the cowering fairy before him as he finally asked once more through gritted teeth, “What. Possible. Reason?”

Selena slowly stopped shaking as it became apparent he wasn’t going to hurt her, and gave him the answer.

“Well, we all remember what happened last time. And you still seem to be affected by it. And I personally felt the human may remind you of her.”

She drew breath to continue, but his hand raised and so silence remained. Conflicting emotions ran through him, grief present heavily, before being closely followed by anger and hatred, before falling into a weary sort of sorrow. Xenon sighed heavily his eyes having dimmed slightly, before his gaze snapped back to Selena and his eyes narrowed and resumed their glow.

“One moment. Tell me, what could possibly make you think she would remind me of that wretch?”

He leaned closer and the proximity made a cold sweat break out on the back of her neck. “She seems to have a similar curse! I’m sorry but I should go now, have to return this bag after all!”

She attempted to fly away, to get away from the pressure of the bright gaze, but was stopped abruptly by a tug on her leg. A shriek escaped her lips as she hung upside down, the fabric of her pants being rubbed against her leg unpleasantly where Xenon held her up effortlessly with a single hand, the other having snatched the bag by its strap and dangled it close by so he could study it further, reading the name carefully stitched into the flap. He let out a hum, barely acknowledging the desperation in Selena’s struggles to get away before a smirk broke out on his face and he grinned down at her wolfishly.

“Well, this (Y/n) has definitely caught my attention. I do believe I shall pay her a visit, after all the poor thing needs this back does she not?”

Selena was dropped abruptly and as Xenon began to lift off the ground, she called after him, desperate to keep the human away from the dangerous fae she had inadvertently caught the attentions of.

“How do you expect to find her! You have no idea where she even lives! And why dredge up old memories, she’ll likely have no answers for what happened to Mar——!”

The name, once so familiar and revered, now only full of anger and bitterness to the large fairy stopped him from flying further away as he leveled a glare directly at Selena, stopping her breath for a moment as she was seized with a primal fear.

“Never say that name again. You don’t deserve to say it. If I want to know what happened to her, I will. But whether or not this (Y/n) can provide me with such answers, what does it matter to you? Besides, this is her bag. It’s easy to make a tracking spell. Now I’d suggest you stay out of my sight for a long time Selena. Lest I decide you have no more use.”

With that, Xenon flew away, leaving a shaking and petrified Selena in his wake.

~~~~~

When you arrived home, covered in dirt with a bruised nose and no bag, your father, rightfully, freaked out. After losing your mother a few years after you were born, and finding out about the curse affecting you, he became exceedingly protective. In fact, the only reason he let you traverse the woods was for the sole reason if you got hurt there it was just the curse you had to face. Entering town was always hard as there was the added vitriol of the townspeople who despised that which you couldn’t control.

You pouted, having been relegated to scrubbing the cups and plates, as your father would say, “Wooden AND not sharp, it’s the perfect chore for you, (Y/n)!”

It didn’t mean you had to like it though, so, pouting, you continued your chore. Every time you came home injured, he would freak out and send you to do some careful, mostly non-injurious job so he could assure himself you wouldn’t end up like your mother, fondly remembered by your father as Ash, because she had the ability to quickly quell any argument, smothering it like one would a fire, leaving only cool ash in it’s wake. Having died before you could remember anything important, you were left with faint memories of warm eyes and a lullaby when she would put you down to sleep.

You blinked, having been pulled from your thoughts as you noticed the water having cleared of soap suds, which was strange as you had started only five minutes prior. You tilted your head, reaching for the soap, but flailed and ended up slipping on a mixture of water and soap below your feet as your father's angered shout resounded through the house.

You ignored the way the fall knocked your breath out of your lungs as you got up as fast as possible and attempted to race to the door, slamming into doorways and cabinets as you went. Huffing upon arrival, you took in the scene just beyond the doorstep of the house; your father, angry and heaving and the tallest fairy you had ever seen, looking mildly confused and irritated at the angered form of your father.

His green eyes slid carelessly from the angered man facing him down to your form as you emerged cautiously. The eyes appeared to light up as he took you in before sauntering up to you, still ignoring your father, who was stopped from approaching with a wave of the fairy’s hand. Your brows furrowed as the aura the fairy exuded seemed familiar, but he began speaking before you could finish chasing down that familiarity.

“You know, living in a house so close to the woods and so far from the rest of the humans seems foolish. What if some monster from the forest decided to take notice, hm?” his question seemed ironic, but he continued before you could answer, “Anyways, you left your bag in the woods. Also, what’s with the anger from that guy? I don't believe I’ve ever met him, but then again, I came for you, not him.”

He bowed slightly, seeming intent on something more when his hand lingered on yours when he foisted the bag off to you. A cautious silence filled the air as he leaned ever closer, eyes brightening and dimming as he appeared to be deep in thought as he took in your visage. However, before anything more could progress, the silence was broken as the fairy was abruptly pushed away as your father, having finally broken through whatever the fae had put up, stood protectively in front of you, leaving you to look curiously over and around his muscled bulk at the interaction that took place.

“Leave, Xenon. You stay away from my daughter and never come back here or else you’ll have to face me this time.”

A brow was raised as the newly dubbed Xenon smirked and fluttered slightly off the ground.

“And why should I? How do you even know who I am? And if you do, surely you know your threat is nothing to me. Ah yes, (Y/n), you intrigue me. I’ll come visit you sometime.”

With that, he flew off laughing, leaving behind the outrage your father threw after him. Leaving you slightly curious and wary, clutching the bag you had expected Selena to drop off. You didn’t have long to dwell on your thoughts as you would quickly herded inside the house.

“What was that about? Who was that? And how do you know him, dad?”

Your questions were answered vaguely as he guided you further up the stairs and closer to your room.

“Someone you don’t want to get to know. And I only know of him, I’ve never actually met him before now. But I know exactly what sort of things he can do. Now, stay in here, if he comes back, you are not to let him in or interact with him. Of course this had to happen during the busiest time of the year. That festival always needs a new stage and new booths every single year and they foist the management position off on me every time,” he casually blocked your attempts at more questions by walking away, “I’m serious (Y/n)! Stay here!”

You pouted and crossed your arms, unsatisfied with his answers, but already complying as he gathered his tools and set out for town. Despite your curse and his protective instincts, you knew he would only order you explicitly if it was truly something dangerous. So, you settled down, content to wait for him to come home so you could needle him for more specifics.

However, Xenon was not as content to simply wait it out, as you would soon learn, brashness and little, if any, foresight guided many of his actions and led to him developing such a fearsome reputation when paired with his overwhelming powers.

~~~~~

You grew bored quickly of just waiting in your room, so you went to get a snack. After somehow giving yourself a cut from grabbing a bowl to put an assortment of berries in and then banging your knee going up the stairs, you opened your door to reveal Xenon lounging on your bed, examining the journal you put under your mattress, with the window wide open.

Unsure how to react, you stood there for several moments, wondering if you should just close the door and go back downstairs when he finally deigned to take notice of you.

“You’ve been exploring these woods for a long time. I have so many punishments to dole out for hiding you while you were in there. I mean, you documented every creature you met and when! It doesn’t get much easier than that.”

He sat up, snapping the journal closed and tucking it away. Standing up, he sauntered over to you, glancing over you curiously as you continued to stand there, still unsure on what to do next.

“You still haven’t said a word. What, is there some secret to unlocking your voice box or something?”

The teasing was certainly not what you were expecting from someone who could get such out of the place reactions from both Selena and your father, so your defenses lowered slightly, allowing you to finally speak.

“Well, if there is I guess you found it?” you chuckled slightly, still nervous and shifting in place as he began to circle you, “What are you even doing in here?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to see you! I thought I told you I’d visit sometime.”

“Yeah, you did, but sometime usually implies more than a few minutes after that promise.”

“Really? You humans are fascinating with your time constructs and how long they are. I honestly have no idea how you function like that.”

“Well, I suppose you’d have to grow up with it. Otherwise I guess it would seem rather strange and bizarre.”

He tilted his head when you agreed, continuing to stare as you laughed, but as the silence continued on his side, it petered off to an awkward hum. Finally, he blinked, shaking his head and smiling.

“You are intriguing. I honestly would have expected you to be bitter about magic and creatures with customs and styles different from your own. After all, most other humans are the same. I would have thought you’d have been doubly so considering the curse Selena told me you have. But you’re not. Strange. I want to know more the farther I look into you.”

He was in front of you, nearly chest to chest as he proclaimed this, eyes unwavering in their hold on your own orbs. This left you to break it, backing up a few steps and rubbing the back of your head sheepishly as you replied.

“Well, the curse tends to cause collateral damage from time to time. So, no one in town really likes me because of it. No one in the woods really cares though, so I like being there. And I don’t even know who gave me the curse, as far as I can tell, I’ve had it since I was born. Apparently it was part of what killed my mother, which didn’t really help public opinion either,” you hummed, looking out the window before your eyes slid back to the face of Xenon, “To be honest, I try not to let it affect me, even if my personal experiences have shaped how I interact with the world. Everyone has different experiences and feelings and families. I’m sure there’s tons of beings out there like me.”

You trailed off as an odd look crossed his face, but before you could decipher it, a smirk replaced it as his eyes shone a little brighter.

“You are definitely worth knowing. How about I show you the forest the others haven’t shown you?”

He leapt up to the windowsill and held out his hand, beckoning you to take it, but you hesitated, not wanting to ignore the warnings your father gave you. Xenon noticed the hesitation, his eyebrow raising with a silent question. One you could answer.

“I’m not so sure. My father warned me of you. Said you aren’t someone to get to know.”

He scoffed at that, stepping down to you.

“Oh come on! What have I done to possibly make you think I’m bad?”

“Well... You did break into my room and read my journal.”

His shoulders slumped slightly, bringing an involuntary giggle to your lips at the slight pout he displayed.

“I meant more along the lines of I haven’t hurt you or anything. ‘Sides, you didn’t even lock the window. Now that’s just asking for someone to break in. Just be glad it was me and not some ordinary robber.”

You smiled slightly, teasingly adding on, “Oh, so are you a special robber then?”

“Yes!” Xenon exclaimed confidently before he realized what you actually said, “Wait a minute.”

That actually got a full laugh out of you as he floundered over his words. Your defenses had been suitably lowered, being friends with the creatures of the forest most of your life giving you the confidence to place your trust in him.

“Alright, fine. Show me the woods I haven’t explored yet. But I have to be back before nightfall. I’m giving you my trust for now, so try not to lose it.”

He bowed, making a grandiose display as he did so, bringing to your lips a few more chuckles.

“Of course. I would hate to leave the lady wanted at home. You shall be back before nightfall.”

He stood up, once more leaping onto the windowsill and holding out his hand. This time, you took it, allowing him to lift you up, wrapping an arm firmly around your waist as he took to the air, off to the depths of the wood.

~~~~~

The sea of trees below you was unlike anything you had seen before. It looked more mysterious from above, with all the wonders hidden away beneath the covering of branches and leaves, giving only brief glimpses of clearings as you raced over the forest. You laughed, wind whipping your hair around your face as you took it all in with wide eyes. Xenon seemed amused by your reactions, teasing you even as he flew steadily deeper and deeper into the forest.

“You’ll probably hurt yourself if your eyes open any wider. I mean it’s just trees, not really anything new.”

“Ah, you’re no fun!” you exclaimed, “You have wings, so you can see this any time you like! I don’t, so of course this is fun for me.”

He let out a laugh at your reply, jostling you as his grip slipped slightly in his mirth. However, he was swift to adjust his hold on you when you began to slip.

“With this reaction to the tops of trees, I look forward to what you’ll do when we actually reach something new.”

He continued to fly for several more minutes, continuing to banter even as he slowly slipped under the tree line, floating closer and closer to the forest floor. You were so distracted with trying to find a comeback to his latest jab that he managed to land and guide you to your destination without you noticing. At least, you didn’t notice until he finally pulled aside a curtain of vines with a flourish, revealing a cave with high swooping ceilings, plenty of natural light, and an elaborate mess of quilts and jewelry covering a statue worn down to a vague outline from years of wear and tear.

It was unlike anything you had ever seen before and you were spellbound, taking in all the details you could make out as the light behind you cut off abruptly as Xenon swept in behind you. You were left with beams of light filtering in from the cracks in the sides of the rock face, giving the space an even more mystical vibe as dust and dirt swirled around, lighting up like motes of sun in the beams of light.

“Pretty cool right? Certainly not anything you’ve seen before?”

The sudden question startled you from your reverie, bringing you back to the present. You yelped as Xenon suddenly leaned in close, cocking his head to the side with a smirk present from your amusing reaction. But as you still hadn’t answered, he saw fit to ask once more.

“Well? What do you think?”

“It’s pretty cool. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like this before. What even is it?”

You hefted yourself up to the statue’s base, ignoring the sharp rocks that dug into your skin in favor of straining to glimpse at the few faint carvings that managed to survive the years.

“Eh, pretty sure it’s some sort of artifact to a god or something, maybe even the previous ruler of this forest. Might have been part of a temple,” Xenon flew to the top, landing on one of the massive horns protruding from the sides of the head, “But its been long abandoned. I mostly use it as a place to rest and to store all my trinkets. Not much use otherwise.”

He shrugged, leaning against the head, and watching as you continued to circle the statue, his eyes narrowing imperceptibly as you stumbled over mostly smooth ground. You took little notice, too wrapped up in your thoughts to pay attention to your companion’s actions at the moment. Eventually, your attention trailed off to the walls, noticing strange etchings not in line with the carvings present on the statue. Xenon took notice, tilting his head to continue to keep an eye on you without moving from his perch as you trailed in a slow and shaky circle around the circumference of the cave. Soon, your attention was drawn to another opening, large enough to walk through unimpeded, but leading further into the shadows behind the statue. You weren’t sure what to do next, so you glanced at Xenon for instructions.

He let out a huff, a smile growing on his lips at the lost look on your face before he leaped down gracefully, landing close to your form.

“Such curiosity. And yet you’re cautious enough to not go charging in head first. Interesting.”

Xenon led the way, wings taking on a faint light as the sunlight faded behind you the further into the cave you went. Of course, this in turn meant almost zero visibility for you, leaving you completely at the nonexistent mercy of your curse. After the third time you fell, Xenon finally let out a huff, taking your hand to guide you.

“You really are helpless on rocky terrain like this. Who even cursed you anyways? And, for that matter, why were you cursed?”

Unfortunately, the answers you could provide failed to satisfy him.

“I already told you. I have no idea. I mean I’m pretty sure I was a baby when it happened. Because I can’t remember ever being cursed. You’d have to ask my father for specifics, but I doubt he’d give them to you.”

He grumbled, pulling you a little faster, causing you to stumble to try to keep up. It seemed to be getting a little brighter, and you soon noticed clumps of luminescent moss appearing in greater bunches along the walls, casting a soft, yet eerie glow the further down the path sloped. Your musings were once again interrupted when Xenon spoke once more, his voice echoing strangely off the walls.

“And your mother’s dead.”

“Yes, from my curse.”

“...What was her name?”

“Well, my father always called her Ash.”

“Hmm.”

He seemed disappointed by the answer. But before you could dwell on it too long, the walls suddenly opened up, leading into a cavern many times larger than the one above. Moss covered nearly every inch of the place, leaving only a pool of water, still and inky black despite the bright moss, to stand out in the carpet of surprisingly soft bioluminescent plants. You could glimpse more intricate carvings similar to both the statue and the walls from the cave above present through the moss. On the floor, the walls, even the roof of the cave. You walked farther in, nearing the center as you turned around and around.

Once again, the spell was broken by Xenon, this time with a shout and a harsh tug of your arm just before your foot could brush the black waters of the pool. You huffed, about to shout back, but stopped when you noticed numerous ripples subsiding in the water, and something resembling sharp and jagged teeth flashed in the light of the moss for a moment. You shivered.

“I tried to tell you not to get near there, but you didn’t seem to hear me. You really don’t want to know what’s down there. Trust me.”

Xenon pulled you up and away from the pool, guiding you back to the tunnel.

“Maybe that’s enough for here. We still have a few hours before sundown, so how’s about I walk you back?”

Slowly pulling your eyes away from the pool, you allowed him to tug you along, nodding in agreement when he looked back at you, words failing to come out.

~~~~~

You remained uneasy and silent for several minutes more, lingering on the unnatural shape present in those waters. But, the farther you got, the more Xenon aided you in distractions with new sights and sounds on a trailing path home. Slowly, you felt more at ease, smiling and laughing at the stories he told you of the unique areas you went by.

A dead silent glen filled with rainbow flowers were from a dare he was given when drunk. It was to make the most beautiful flower out of an item suggested by the rest of the drunk and rowdy crowd. So, he took the dare and made a rainbow flower out of a strong sleep potion.

“Yeah, that thing knocks you out cold the minute you take a whiff. That party was knocked dead silent after I caused this whole field of them to bloom. Honestly, they’d have been gone by now, but every time someone tries to, they end up being found unconscious, taking a literal dirt nap!”

You had leaned down to smell one when he stated the facts. He didn’t stop laughing at your loud yelp and desperate scramble backwards for five minutes. Then, he finally satiated your curiosity on the next unique sight that came across your line of sight. Floating around a giant tree, the roots dangling in the air in a bubble of water several meters above your head, was a school of fish. They looked like any river fish with the sole exception they were swimming through air, rather than water. Xenon was more than happy to answer.

“That used to be in the ground. But, it just so happened the time a raging storm came through, it left a small pond in the roots of the tree. Not lying! That freak storm several years ago, I’m sure you know it?” You did of course. It destroyed several properties in town and even though you wren’t anywhere near it, you were pretty sure it was still blamed on you. “Well, that sucks. People really have to stop playing scapegoat. It’s never fun. Anyways, over here, it managed to gouge out a perfect center, leaving the roots in tact. So, when I checked it out, I found it filled with these fish, just swimming around like nothing else. It was crazy! Eventually, this thing started floating higher and higher, until a bunch of satyrs freaked out the day the fish started flying. Pretty sure it’s something about the water. But, hell, maybe it is the fish!”

Continuing on, you lost track of time as you continued to stroll through the forest, taking in both familiar and strange new sights along the way. You mentioned a few of your own experiences; such as a large hunk of crystal, held aloft by strings of multicolored thread. Xenon admitted he had no idea on that one, so you finally had the chance to give your own story.

“The old dragon,” close by was the cave, filled with crystals, that housed the dragon, “he felt the woods around his dwelling could be spruced up a bit. So, rather than just ask a few nymphs for help or something, he decided he’d rip the largest chunk of crystal he could out of the wall and string it up outside. So, when that inevitably failed, he got some help. I’ll be honest, it was an interesting idea, so I bought a ton of thread and knitted together several hundred yards of a multicolored string, mostly so I could see where he was going with this. Next thing I knew, he had gotten a few fairies to strengthen it and then just looped the string around that crystal and strung it up. Like some crazy demented ornament!”

It seemed to amuse Xenon, enough so that by the time he calmed down, you had already reached the edge of the woods around your house.

“Oh man, you really are interesting. I was not expecting that was how that got up there, but I was not disappointed!”

You laughed, trotting away from him towards your house, pausing at the porch steps to wave goodbye.

“I had fun! I wouldn’t mind doing this again sometime!”

With that, you bounded up the stairs, pausing only when you tripped to pick yourself up again. Xenon watched you go, the faint smile on his face fading to a scowl when the door closed. He turned, giving a harsh glare to the foliage until the cautious forms of several fairies crept out. Firmly entrenched now in his position of leadership, he allowed himself the pleasure of finally cracking down on the gang of creatures that had been following him and his companion around since they had taken to exploring outside the cave’s boundaries.

“I don’t take kindly to the fact you all felt you could do this without any recompense. Now unless you really want me to do something, I’d suggest you don’t ever try to get involved in my affairs again. I have no cares for your own personal feelings in the matter. You stay away from the human or I’ll make sure of it.”

He growled, narrowing his eyes as they shrank in to themselves, gave their word, and fluttered off. Xenon only continued when all but one had left.

“At least you know what’s coming, huh, Selena?”

Selena swallowed, nodding as she readied herself for whatever was to come next.

~~~~~

The woods were quiet as Selena followed Xenon, many having retreated farther into the woods, back to their dwellings for the night, leaving few, if any, to witness what happened next. Stopping just shy of entering a familiar, if now moonlit, glen, Xenon stood still, quiet and solid for several long moments. When Selena finally grew restless, shuffling in place, and uneasy, he finally spoke, with a self-satisfied smirk firmly in place.

“You should really be glad I’m in a good mood. I don’t feel like doling out any punishment tonight.”

“Ah, well, thank you for that?”

Selena grew wary, unsure how to deal with a calm Xenon. She was used to anger being readily apparent whenever someone crossed Xenon, so the very fact he was able to conceal his emotions this time was worrisome. She prepared to lift off and fly home, ready to forget this ever happened, but a hand slammed into the tree beside her, stopping her dead in her tracks as she hovered in place, making eye contact with the surprisingly dark green orbs of Xenon.

“I may be letting you off this time, but,” he leaned closer, “I will not be as willing to forgive you next time. And trust me, you don’t want to know what’ll happen if you forget that.”

With that, he was gone, leaving her to slowly drift back down to earth, unable to move for several minutes more.

~~~~~

You hummed, drifting into the house with a cheerful expression. Even when you tripped going up the stairs and banged your head on the side of the door, you remained happy. Xenon was fun. He took you to places you had never been before, telling you fun stories, and entertaining you with only the expectation of a similarly entertaining story.

You shook yourself out of your daze when the door opened and closed, signaling your father’s return. You trotted back downstairs carefully, peeking into the front hall to see him shucking off his boots with a heavy sigh. He noticed you and waved you over, enveloping you in a firm hug. You reciprocated happily, but teasingly commented that he needed a bath. He laughed and ruffled your hair, stepping past you and further into the house.

“I suppose I do. Hard work and hot sun tends to lead to that.”

You smiled and headed back up the stairs when he called to you one last time.

“By the way (Y/n). I suppose I did overreact earlier. You can go out to the woods if you want to.”

You paused, unsure what lead to him changing his mind, but thanked him happily. So, the next morning, after your father had headed off for work, you grabbed your bag and headed out, taking note of what herbs and spices still needed to be restocked. A few could be bought at the market, but others were found more easily in the woods.

There was still a sizable number you needed to find, so you started off as soon as you were ready. The morning passed quietly and your bag began to fill up quickly. By the time you stopped for lunch, it was already more than halfway filled.

A sudden gust behind you messed up your hair and interrupted your lunch. Tilting your head back, you met the gaze of Xenon, who looked bemused. You finished chewing swiftly, nearly choking in your rush to greet him. You coughed, reaching blindly for the container of water you brought with you. A firm hand met your back, steadying you before you could fall over and the container was thrust into your hand.

“Do you always choke on your food? Or am I just special?”

You snorted, finally getting your breath back.

“Hello to you too, Xenon. And it happens more than I care to admit. And you did agree to being special. If only a special robber.”

You laughed, taking note of the pout on his face and the brief worry that flashed in his eyes.

“Don’t worry too much. I’m used to it! Anyway, is there anything you need? I’m in the middle of restocking our supply of herbs and spices, so I’m afraid I can’t go on any strolls or adventures today.”

“Ah, actually, I was wondering if you were planning on going to that festival the town is holding in a few weeks? I went once a while back, but I have been meaning to go again.”

You hummed, unsure if you should take him up on the offer.

“I suppose I could... but I haven’t gone in awhile because the tensions always eat at my nerves. I don’t like the way the townspeople look at me. There is a reason I hang out in the woods more than I do in town.”

Xenon looked crestfallen, his wings drooping slightly and his eyes dimming.

“I see. That’s too bad. I won’t force you if you don’t want to go.”

He sighed, looking ready to wander off, but you answered with a slight smile on your face.

“I didn’t say no,” you giggled as his wings perked back up and he whirled back towards you, “I do like the pie they sell specifically for the festival and if you’re going I won’t be alone in the crowd. So, why not.”

You yelped as he scooped you into a hug and twirled you around.

“Alright! Thank you! Ah, I need to come up with the perfect disguise! I’ll see you later, (Y/n)!”

You laughed, waving him off as he left as quickly and as suddenly as he had arrived. You shook your head slightly, before turning back to your forgotten meal with a faint smile still gracing your lips.

~~~~~

The weeks passed quickly, your father leaving early and coming home late as he continued work on the festival. You hung out with Xenon more often, as he seemed to find you easily every time you headed into the woods. He showed you the disguise he would wear; a tall, dark haired young man with brown eyes. You did notice that the green slipped through whenever his emotions grew, but otherwise it was a flawless disguise. His wings were safely hidden, hiding the last vestiges of his otherworldly appearance with ease.

You had oohed and aahed over his appearance, giggling silently when he showboated, his ego sufficiently stroked for him to do so. You clapped a few times when he was finished, at which point he seemed to realize what he was doing and blushed slightly, sputtering out excuses, sending you into peals of laughter that caused you to tumble off the log you had been perched on.

You had a few bruises by the time you were back on the log, this time with Xenon hovering over you. You smiled lightly, prepared to head home for the festival’s start the next day. Xenon helped guide you home, only stopping when going further would lead into the house. You smiled, waving him off and promising to be out the next morning to head into town, seeing him fly off reluctantly before you stepped inside.

~~~~~

Bright and early you headed off, bidding your father goodbye, he only let out a tired grumble, finally able to sleep in since the start of construction. He still had to take down the booths and stage, but that was in a few weeks, when the festival actually ended. So, you left him to his slumber, having already told him where you were going and assuring him you would be careful.

You grabbed your bag, planning on filling it with containers of pie and prizes, before finally stepping out into the day. You took note of the darkened horizon, judging that a storm would be coming in during the afternoon. You were then met with the disguised form of Xenon, who perked up and bounded over upon seeing you exit. You laughed, taking his hand gladly and stepping out and onto the winding path into town.

“So, what do you want to do first?”

Xenon thought carefully on the question, but eventually settled on; “Whatever you want to do first!”

You smiled, swinging your clasped hands back and forth, before you decided on a few games you enjoyed that were always at the festival.

“And then, pie!”

He laughed, taking no note of the stares he received as the two of you arrived in town, intent on taking in your smiling visage. As the day progressed, the more crowded the festival became, until soon it was as loud and uproarious as you remembered. But the longer you spent there, the more dreary your mood became, with Xenon being the only thing keeping you going.

For the more people there were, the more the murmurs began. Xenon seemed concerned, pulling you closer and glaring out at the crowd, growing more aggressive as time passed. But, the whispers were all encompassing and where one murmur fell silent at his gaze, another began.

“Yeah, and can you believe that Mar—— actually married the brute and had that awful spawn?”

One of the older ladies mentioned your mother’s name, causing you to flinch and attempt to grasp onto Xenon a little more, already affected by everything leading up to this. However, his head had snapped in that direction as recognition lit up his eyes with a greenish glow even through the brown that hid their true nature. Your own brows furrowed, but you thought little of it until you had reached a lull in the crowd, close by to a darkened alley. You let out a yelp as you were suddenly pushed into it, caged against the grimy wall by Xenon, whose eyes were wild as he spoke in a hiss, not wanting to draw any attention.

“Why did they say that name? How do they know that name? I thought your mother’s name was Ash?”

You shivered, trying and failing to flinch away from his grasp and the unstable flicker in his eyes.

“Th-that’s what my father calls her. Marsheena is her actual name! Why does it matter? All I really know is that she died from my curse and that’s partly why they hated her!”

Xenon went deathly still, eyes widening with a sudden realization and the words he carelessly spoke next brought a dawning horror to you.

“No. Your curse isn’t what killed her. It was supposed to just be her’s. She refused me. Why didn’t she tell me? Why! The only way that curse could be on you was if she was pregnant with you at the time. And if she was then she was likely already married. Why didn’t she tell me!? All this time she wasn’t even mine to begin with!?”

He gripped his hair, anger and confusion on his face, his disguise flickering, showing glimpses of his true form as his emotions grew unstable, huffing for breath as you slowly inched away. Confused, but slowly, understanding dawned upon you. Your quiet whisper snapped his attention back to you.

“All this time. All this time it was your fault? Her death? My curse?”

You huffed, feeling hot tears prick at the corner of your eyes. You turned before he could see it, willing them back, not wanting to breakdown here, not with him, not in the middle of the festival.

“I-I need time to sort this out.”

You hurried out of the alley before Xenon could pull you back. You were sure you couldn’t fully blame him. His outburst showed how emotionally unstable he was, even now, about the rejection and about your mother, and about everything leading up to the events that had happened before you were born. But, you needed time and space before you could sort this out with him. You had to sort it out yourself, consult with your father for more details before you could truly come to an understanding with Xenon.

Escaping from the darkened alley, you left Xenon to try to push his way through the crowd, shouting after your swiftly retreating form for you to come back or wait for him, but for once the hatred worked in your favor. The townspeople refused to get near you, allowing you swift passage through them, while simultaneously pushing back in on Xenon, forcing him to try to shove past the general townspeople and the dozens of ladies looking for a date or a dance with the handsome stranger that his magic showed to them, especially now that he was no longer with you.

~~~~~

You ran, getting closer and closer to home, relying on the fading sunlight that struggled to pierce the dark and heavy cloud cover, the storm rolling in swiftly as night approached, hoping against hope that Xenon would understand your need for space. But, as you drew closer to home, the louder the shouts behind you grew until you were stopped just shy of leaping onto the porch and into the house by a strong hand on your arm.

“Let me go, Xenon! I need space!”

You pulled desperately, trying to get away before the dam broke and you started to cry. But he tugged back, just as desperate, but with twice the strength, pulling you to him and cradling your cheeks as tears began to trickle down your face. Even as you attempted to shove him off, growing more desperate, he remained steadfast in his grip on you, disguise fully abandoned by now, allowing his wings to wrap around you, preventing you from pulling away. He huffed, seemingly unable to say anything at the moment, but the look in his eyes from earlier still hadn’t fully faded, leaving you wary even as you began to break into sobs.

He seemed ready to carry you off, still riding this unstable train of emotions when light flooded over your forms as the door swung open violently and your father stormed out.

“(Y/n)!”

He pulled you away from the fairy’s grip, and ushered you swiftly into the house as Xenon attempted to follow to pull you back into his grasp. But your father slammed the door shut, and quickly painted something on the wood. It glowed briefly before fading, just as Xenon slammed into it, causing it to rattle tremendously. But, it held up, even when the tell tale flash of his magic shone through the cracks in the door, even as he clawed desperately at the walls and banged farther and farther around the house, looking for any way in. And when one refused to present itself, an unholy howl of rage shook the foundations.

Afterwards, you found it was a one time concoction that your father had received from a fairy a few weeks earlier. It prevented all magic of any degree and severity, allowing no entry no matter the desperation.

But all you could focus on, throughout the thunderous booms and bangs and howls, was the warmth your father exuded as he clutched you close, rocking you slightly as you finally started to sob.

~~~~~

Xenon heaved, finally slowing down from his assault on the house. But even as he finally gave up, slinking back into the woods, rage burned deep within. Magic crackled from him, hissing loudly as rain began to fall, evaporating in the literal heat of the anger he could not contain, causing all the right minded denizens of the forest to flee. Only a fool would have disturbed the powerful fairy during his frenzy. And such a fool, there unfortunately was.

“You know, this probably ruined everything for you. You should have just given her the space she told you she needed.”

Growling, Xenon’s eyes cut to the small form of Selena. For a moment they simply stared at each other, the only sounds being faint crackles and huffs from Xenon. Selena soon shifted, flying slightly higher to be on eye level with the taller fairy.

“It’s not right to try to force your will on others. You tried it with Marsheena —“

A sudden pulse of energy and Selena found herself pinned by the throat to a nearby tree, the dangerously bright eyes of Xenon highlighting her features in an electric green glow.

”Who said you had the right to say that name!” Xenon roared, finally addressing her directly even as his grip grew tighter.

She gasped for air, clawing fruitlessly at his hand, regretting her foolish actions now. But her traitorous mouth continued to speak and she watched in muted horror from the back of her mind as the rage grew wilder and wilder and his eyes grew even brighter the longer she rambled without thought.

“You tried it with Marsheena and that failed! You need to let (Y/n) go before the same thing happens! I’m glad I gave Richard that mixture, at least it kept you out. You’ll likely be nothing but a monster in her eyes now! In fact, you’ll probably be seen as the monster you show to the rest of us!”

A wordless howl escaped Xenon’s throat, clamping his fist even tighter, he lifted into the air like a rocket, flying forward with the only purpose that stayed with him even as the rage pumped through his veins and clouded his mind. He ignored all her desperate efforts to get free, only loosening his hold when her struggles started to slow and his destination drew closer.

He wasted no time in landing softly, slamming down and storming through the curtain of vines and into the cave he had first shown (Y/n). The screams of pain from Selena brought a vicious smile to his face, the seals carved in the rock lighting up a familiar shade of green as they brought agony to the fairy he now clutched by the back of her shirt.

When a high keen was left resounding in the air, he finally waved his hand, bringing the current pain to an end. Selena moaned, twitching slightly as the aftershocks of the sudden painful experience slipped away at an agonizingly slow pace. She had little time to adjust, only barely able to keep her wings from being ripped to shreds on the rocky ground, as he began dragging her towards the terrifying darkness that the beams of moonlight falling into the cave failed to pierce.

She began her struggles anew as Xenon showed no signs of slowing down, still fueled by the rage she had stoked, only one goal in his mind getting steadily closer. A distant splash resounded in Selena’s ears. She began to sob, begging for him to stop, to slow down, to think this through. All she received was a snarl and a quickened pace.

It grew brighter now, bioluminescent moss appearing to swallow the walls and floor at a ferocious pace. Her wings became coated as they brushed the walls, bringing them drooping with the weight to finally make contact with the ground, bringing her new agony as something caught and tore painfully through the thin membrane, soon piercing the veins and coating her wings in the dull silver of her lifeblood. It gave an ivory shine to the moss causing the problems. She would have almost thought it pretty if it hadn’t been causing her such pain. Only now she noticed she had broken off into a scream as the holes grew larger and the blood left a silver trail in her body’s wake.

Tears began to trickle down her face as the path widened and the distant splashing became louder and louder before they suddenly stopped. All to soon, she found herself hefted up, held above a dark pool filled with ripples. She dangled, huffing as she made desperate eye contact with Xenon, begging him silently to let her live. But he paid her little mind, intently focused on a bead of blood slowly, painfully slowly, streaking down one of her ruined wings. She hiccuped, her own eyes drawn with terrified fascination to watch it as best as she could.

For a moment, it wavered, seeming to decide between falling or clinging to the very edge of her wing. Then, it fell.

She inhaled. The blood made a quiet plop as it swirled in the blackness, giving the dark and silent depths a momentary silver hue as it dissipated.

She exhaled. Silence as the last of the color faded away. The dark waters swallowing it whole.

A sudden flurry of activity as a horrifying face lifted from the depths, huge sharp teeth on prominent display, slamming down where her feet had been dangling had she not pulled them up at the last second. She screamed, both from fright and pain as it instead ripped a jagged hole into her wings, leaving a now constant flow of blood to pour into the frothing waters. The black became overshadowed by the silver tinge and the shine of flashing teeth.

She squeezed her eyes shut, clinging to the arm keeping her above the churning water. She flinched when warm breath brushed her ear.

“This is what happens to those that step out of line. You can call me a monster all you want, but it won’t save you from this. And really, you kept me from comforting the cute little mouse. You made me scare her. Don’t you think that makes you a monster too?”

A dark laugh resounded as his grip loosened.

“So, from one monster to another, goodbye, Selena.”

She inhaled sharply. His grip vanished, leaving her to slowly fall towards the black water and the sharp teeth that lurked below.

She exhaled shakily. Her final glimpse of Xenon was the bright green aura he gave off, lighting up the space brighter than even the moss could handle.

Then, she slipped under the water, vision going dark, panic ripping through her as one single flash of light filled her vision. A huge yellow eye with a red slitted pupil drew closer and closer, filling her vision before teeth clamped down on her skull. An agonizing scream attempted escape, water filled her mouth, and her head separated from the rest of her body.

~~~~~

Xenon smiled, his eye twitching lightly as the waters slowly calmed, leaving the world once more unaware of what lurked below. One nuisance down, several more to go. Selena’s death would soon be followed by several more before Xenon could have the little mouse all to himself. The horrible townspeople would be satisfying, but the father, Richard, would be the true final obstacle. He prevented Xenon from obtaining Marsheena, but he would not stop him from taking (Y/n) all to himself.

Xenon began to laugh, trailing out of the cavern, mind already whirling on plans to right the wrongs forced upon him. First, sweet revenge on all who had harmed her or kept her from him, then to bring the mouse back to him, safe and sound in his arms, before finally locking her away so no one could ever take her away again. His laughter grew louder, eyes flickering as his emotions turned down an unstable path, maniacal plans growing and forming as a peal of thunder shook the heavens and the huge storm finally began in a frenzy of lightning and pounding rain.

~~~~~

You sniffled, clutching the steaming cup close to your body as the storm raged on outside. Your father pulled you closer, rubbing up and down your arm in a comforting gesture. You finally felt calm enough to talk, the last vestiges of your breakdown present only in red rimmed eyes. Leaning your head on your father’s broad shoulder, you finally spoke for the first time since he had pulled you in.

“You knew the whole time didn’t you? About me hanging out with Xenon?”

He chuckled, ruffling your hair slightly.

“Yeah. That fairy you always hung out with. Selena. She told me about it. Gave me a warning and that mixture first time she came by. But, you seemed happy, so I just let it be, even with all the problems he’s caused in the past.”

You sighed, despondent from the events that occurred earlier.

“I suppose bringing him along to the festival was a bad idea. They started talking and mentioned mother. He... had a breakdown or something. How does he know about her? What happened before?”

You looked up at him, pleading for a full answer to your question. Your father sighed, looking away slightly.

“I suppose I was going to have to tell you eventually. I just never expected it to come around like this. Your mother used to be like you. Always hanging out in the forest, forging bonds with the creatures there. Only difference was she was close to Xenon from the start. I knew about it, but never met him. I only know that sometime during our courtship, or even before that, Xenon fell in love with Marsheena. But he told her too late. We had already been married for several months and she was displaying signs of a pregnancy. So, she knew she had little time left before she would have to limit or even outright stop such excursions. So, she took the chance to give her goodbyes. Xenon was last. And he took the chance to confess to her before she could tell him. She rejected him and he grew angry. He lashed out, cursing her. He never showed up to her again, but the damage had already been done. She came home and immediately collapsed. The next day, she tripped and fell on a rusty nail. A string of bad luck began to follow her and she stayed home to avoid hurting you accidentally. This unfortunately meant the town formed their own ideas of what happened.”

He chuckled at this point, rubbing the back of his head.

“I suppose it was my own fault for not saying anything, but Ash didn’t want them to start a man hunt for Xenon, even if he had been the source of the problem. Eventually, you were born. But the bad luck that plagued Ash had affected you as well. She dealt with her own bad luck for months, but now she had a baby plagued with that curse as well. She died saving you from being crushed by a runaway cart. She was trampled by the spooked horses, leaving you crying in the middle of the road. The townspeople began to hate you as well. I tried my best to protect you, but the town wasn’t safe and I didn’t want to make you feel cooped up at home. So, I guided you through the woods until the creatures took notice. They began to keep you safe and provide you with the companionship you needed. I suppose they recognized the little bit of Ash I think you. But now Xenon is here and in your life. What am I supposed to do?”

He looked desperate. Defeated. So unlike the strong figure you had seen your father as all your life.

“How can I possibly keep you safe? I’ve failed as a father.”

He buried his face in his hands, choked sobs escaping him. You tried your best to comfort him, but knew there was much more to do before anything could truly be resolved.

“I need to talk to him.”

Your definitive statement had him looking up at you in worry.

“Xenon seems to be ruled by his emotions. I’m sure he didn’t even realize he was scaring me. I’ll wait for him to calm down and then attempt to get to the bottom of this.”

You took his hands in yours, squeezing them lightly in assurance, giving him a peck on the cheek before turning in for the night, the last thing you heard was his mutter of “just like her mother” before you started up the stairs.

~~~~~

The storm continued raging for a week. Every time you attempted to go out, the door was slammed shut violently by the screaming winds. Your father barely managed to get it open, telling you to stay inside while he went to check on things. He came back several hours later, shivering and soaked from the rain. His face was pale as you guided him to a chair, grabbing as many towels as you could carry. He took them, remaining silent for several minutes before starting a fire to heat up the now cold house before collapsing back into the chair.

“The entire town was destroyed,” he finally said, “It could be partly the fault of the storm, but there were vines, huge and thorny. I didn’t venture far, but there were so many impaled on those thorns.”

He shivered, breath shaky as you in turn shivered, imagining the gory sight and glad you hadn’t witnessed such a thing yourself. But, concern grew for your father as he began to board up the house, in spite of the rain lashing at his back as he hammered planks of wood over the windows. Whenever he saw you come near any opening, he quickly ushered you back, as if he was afraid something would reach out and take you.

And one night, something finally happened. You had been fast asleep in your room when a loud crack sounded from below. You stayed frozen for several minutes, unsure on what to do, but leaped into action when a strangled cry and several ominous crashes rang out in quick succession. Grabbing your bag out of habit, and then taking a moment to fill it with anything heavy to use as a makeshift weapon, you rushed for the stairs. Stumbling slightly, your sleep bedraggled form tottered down the stairs until you finally missed a step and tumbled the rest of the way down. You wheezed, certain you had a bruised rib now, but the rest of your breath escaped like you had been punched in the gut as you took in the sight before you.

Rain lashed into the house through the hole where the door used to be. But the water was joined by a slick trail of red, leading outside. Looking further, you noticed huge signs of struggles, furniture overturned, scratches lining the walls and floor like something tried desperately to get away. And upon hearing a scream of pain that resounded even over the rumbles of thunder and pounding rain, you stumbled outside, wincing at your tender ribs.

But the sight you came upon stopped you dead in your tracks. Your father was bleeding out, several large gashes in his sides and one through his head. He was trying desperately to tear the hands from around his neck even as several vines bit deep into his arms, pulling them down to the earth to pin them in place, much like his mangled legs were already nailed into place, vines tightening cruelly, crushing them beyond recognition.

And Xenon was hovering over him, determinedly trying to choke the life out of your father. You screamed, drawing both men’s attention. Xenon’s eyes lit up with horrifying glee even as he steadily crushed the windpipe of the man pinned below him. Your father looked at you in desperation, barely managing to choke out a desperate plea.

“Run! (Y/n), get away from here!”

Your eyes wavered, even as horrible choking sounds emanated from your father. You swayed to and fro as the wind battered into you and the rain lashed at your skin, quickly soaking through your clothes and deep into your skin. Xenon now called out to your horrified, frozen form.

“Just wait right there my little mouse! I’ll take you home where it’s nice and dry as soon as I finish dealing with this filth.”

You flinched at the vitriol dripping from his tone, finally bolting as your father, unable to speak, begged you with his eyes to flee. So you did. You ran as fast as you could past the sight, not stopping even when Xenon called after you, not even when thunder boomed and seemed to shake the very ground beneath you.

Breathing heavy and ribs pulsing with a muted pain, you ran further and further into the woods, desperate to get away, not daring to look behind you for fear of falling over or finding him right behind you. Your bag smacked the backs of your knees as you ran, but you tried not to slow down even when the weight nearly knocked you over as it slammed your knees forward. Rain nearly blinded you, falling directly in your eyes, but you blinked rapidly, continuing to hurtle through the trees with reckless abandon.

You realized you were crying when a sob ripped from your mouth, but the tears quickly mixed with the rain and you could feel no heat from them as they slipped from your face. You hurtled onward, still afraid that you would soon hear your name being called behind you by Xenon.

Your only pause was to try to straighten your bag, only a second, and yet when you went to resume, you smacked straight into the solid chest of Xenon, who was glaring worriedly down at you, eyes lighting up his face in the shadowy underbrush and stormy sky, streaks of red present in his clothes and on his face, even as the rain was swiftly washing it away into a light pink color.

“How did you find me!” you shrieked, trying to swiftly scramble away, slipping on the wet ground, even as his arms quickly encircled your waist and tugged you closer to him.

Before you knew it, he had clasped you tightly to him, lifted off the ground, and was soaring at a dizzying height, far above the tops of even the tallest trees, leaving you acutely aware that Xenon was the only thing preventing you from becoming splattered on the ground. You clung to him, shaking lightly as you dug your face into his neck, almost plastering your form to his, fear of falling overriding your fear of Xenon for the moment. This was horrifyingly different from the first time you had been over the forest.

Xenon chuckled at your reaction, holding you more firmly to him, as the rain continued to fall to the earth below, before he finally answered your question.

“The first time I saw you, you were racing Selena. Of course, even then you had intrigued me and I felt the need to learn more. So, I figured bringing you your bag was as good a place as any to start. Not knowing where you lived, I simply cast a tracking spell onto the bag, guiding me to the owner and giving me the location at all times. I just never got around to removing it, so when I saw you heading off with that bag in tow, I decided to put that spell to use. And will you look at that. It brought me right to you.”

He continued to fly, finally nearing the ground as he mused, more to himself than to you.

“I suppose I should add some more seals to the cave and probably to you. Make sure you can’t go wandering out and into the nearest ditch to injure yourself.”

Upon landing, he rushed into the cave, ignoring your renewed struggles to escape with ease. He only set you down after he had sealed off the exits with more of the vines. Huge and smooth this time, they blocked off your attempts to escape, leaving you to fruitlessly claw at them. You could finally feel the tears dripping down your face, hot streaks that landed on the floor of the cave soundlessly.

Your shoulders shook, too caught up in your grief to notice the arms turning you around and pushing you firmly into the vines. You did notice when his lips crashed into yours, teeth clicking together in his eagerness. His hands traveled from your shoulders down your sides to caress at your hips. Any attempt to tilt your head away and break the lip lock was met with a nip at your jaw and a deeper kiss than before. You cried out when he finally trailed down to your neck and sunk his teeth in. His grip was finally loose enough that you could shove him away, stumbling further into the cave and away from Xenon. But this time, you tripped, feeling your ankle twist unpleasantly.

He took this opportunity to scoop you up and push you against the statue. He grinned triumphantly, your blood still staining his teeth red. He nuzzled at your neck even as he laughed at your attempts to back further away from him. He clutched your arms, pushing you more firmly into the stone statue, leaning in and covering your escape with his wings, encircling your form as his grip grew tighter around your biceps.

“Marsheena may not have been mine, but you are,” his eyes grew brighter and brighter in his twisted excitement, nearly blinding you as you twisted and turned, trying fruitlessly to get away from him, “I can keep you safe, protect you, love you! Don’t you get it! I gave you that curse, it’s only right I break it. I gave you the life you’re currently living, but I can fix it! I can make it better! You just have to... stay here... where it’s safe.”

He was panting by the end, barely able to contain his raging emotions, eyes now flickering swiftly between blindingly bright and a green so dark it was nearly black even as he leaned in to bite at your neck a few more times, nuzzling into you and eclipsing your view of the cave with his wings, leaving him the only thing you could see. He was terrifying and you had nowhere to run, caught between a rock and a maniacal fairy, with a storm that continued outside, abating ever so slowly as he leaned further and further into you.

I think of Selena’s wings as similar to a dragonfly’s wings, which are made mainly of membrane and veins. Butterfly wings are also formed of membrane, but are covered in scales and hair, hence why they have color and aren’t see through like dragonfly wings are.

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